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THE UNITED STATES LITERARY GAZETTE.

Published on the first and fifteenth day of every month, by Cummings, Hilliard, & Co. No. 1 Cornhill, Boston. --Terms, $5 per annum, payable in July.
VOL. I.
BOSTON, MAROH 1, 1826.

No. 22.

REVIEWS.

els, the reader, on the first introduction of bled of green fields, upon the strength of a personage, was generally favoured with an experience which was limited to an

a minute account of his character, which area of an hundred feet, railed in with iron Lionel Lincoln; or, The Leaguer of Boston. indeed he could not often have learned by and surrounded by flag-stones. But a series

In two Volumes. By the Author of the any other method ; a part, by the way, of novels now implies a series of journeys. Pioneers, Pilot, $c. New York. 1825. which veteran devourers of novels were apt The descriptions of an hundred pages may 12mo.

to skip, and most persons to forget before cost the author a trip of as many miles. As the reading class of the community in- they had made much progress. Authors In short, in these critical days, whether the creases in numbers and in wealth, the de- at present avoid committing themselves novelists deal with persons or things, they mand for new works of imagination neces- in this way, and prefer leaving it to the are compelled to paint from pature, instead sarily increases with it; and this has had the reader's ingenuity to discover the charac- of making new copies of bad pictures. effect of bringing into the market many ar- ter of each, by his language and conduct. The faculty of giving to a story that ticles of home manufacture. The love of So that if the latter should happen to mis- dramatic interest, which arises from variety fame, which was balanced in the minds of take, in any instance, the design, his own of character, forcible delineation, and picmany by diffidence and fear of loss, has dullness may come in for a share of that turesque grouping, or, in other words, the derived new energies from the hope of blame, which, before, fell wholly upon the powers of observation, discrimination, and profit. of the supply thus produced, a author's want of observation. One conse- description are possessed by Mr Cooper in considerable portion has been of inferior quence of this new method is, that, as the a very high degree; and it is with national quality. This might have been foreseen; characters are, or, at least, are intended pride and pleasure that we see these powers but it was also to be expected, that, as the to be drawn from real life, the story not employed upon supjects so worthy of them. competition continued, some minds would unfrequently is totally destitute of a regu- Brief as is the period since history first saw be called into action, of ability sufficient to lar, impeccable, and all-accomplished hero, our infant nation cradled in a howling wilcommand a share of the praise and profit or heroine. This is an evil of magnitude derness, she has found much to tell of deeds attending upon excellence in this popular to those who were brought up in the days of high emprize. She offers to the novelist pursuit; whose success would encourage when the Mortimers and Belvilles were in abundance of materials,—the harvest is rich themselves to go on and improve, and fashion. But these inimitable patterns of enough, and we rejoice to welcome labourers others to follow.

square-toed perfection are now regarded as so worthy to gather it. We are glad to be Such expectations have been justified by very uninteresting fellows. We can on- able to greet an American author, in terms the result. We have had a considerable ly be pleased with the representation of of good hearty commendation, instead of that and rapidly increasing number of American man, as nature made him, a being subject cautious and somewhat dubious praise, which authors. A large proportion of their works, to affections and passions, capable of goods we are too often called on to bestow upon it must be admitted, are but indifferent, ness and greatness, but variable and err- works, which, as honest Andrew Fairservice when compared with those of their British ing, whose thread is a mingled yard, and observes, “are ower bad for blessing, and prototypes. But some among them have whose virtues and vices alternately ennoble ower gude for banning,” without a good been such as the critics, on either side of and debase him.

deal of neutralizing qualification. the Atlantic, have ventured to praise, and, The natural or artificial objects, amid The following is an outline of the story what is to the author's purpose, the public which the incidents occur, must likewise of the work before us. Lionel Lincoln, a delighted to read.

be delineated with that force of colouring, native of Boston, becoming entitled, on the The taste of the novel-readers of this and minute accuracy of detail, which iden- failure of male heirs in a direct line, to a age requires something very different from tify the particular scene of action, and for baronetcy and large estate in England, the delicate distresses and complicated sto- want of which, the same forests have sails for that country, for the purpose of ries, with their machinery of trap-doors frowned, and the same dungeons yawned taking possession. He leaves behind him and dark-lanterns, which puzzled the brains for thousands of heroes to seek their re: his wife and infant, in the care of his aunt and harrowed up the souls of more roman. cesses, and the same ruinous stair-ways and and godmother, Mrs Lechmere. In the tic generations. We are not disappointed, corridors echoed, while the self-moving same house is a young woman, whom he if the plot is something less than inscruta- clock struck ode, to fright the souls of bad seduced, previous to his marriage, and ble to any but the reader of the five last countless heroines.

by whom he had also a son. On bis return, pages, nor dissatified, if the incidents are This requisition imposes upon modern he finds his wife dead, and, what is worse, neither very crowded por very improbable. authors the necessity of actually seeing he is informed by his aunt, that she had The character of the novels of the present day the places, which they intend to describe. been unfaithful, and this information is conis more closely allied to that of the drama, in Their predecessors could travel in their gar- firmed by the oath of the young woman the course of which characters, imaginary in rets, as the impudent fabricator of the ad-abovementioned, Abigail Pray. The modeed in that situation, make their entrances ventures of Damberger did through the tive of the former in fabricating this story, and exits, and play their parts in accord- centre of Africa, describing successive for it proves to be unfounded, was, by dimin. ance with motives and passions, which have hordes of Boshmen, as identical as so many isbing his sorrow for the loss of his wife, to a real existence in the human heart. The troops of buffaloes, and successive kraals render him more susceptible of the charms author has only to invent, or, if he pleases, of Hottentots, which, like the bee-bive and of her daughter, whom was ambitious of to borrow the outlines of a story, which the bird's nest, evinced the unerring na- beholding as the lady of a baronet, and the shall place his actors in circumstances fa- ture of the instinct of their framers. With head of the house of Lincoln. The latter, vourable to the powerful development of just so much knowledge of sunshine, as they on her part, hoped to regain her former their particular ruling passions, and to make could obtain through the medium of the hold on bis affections, and become Lady them speak and act, in such situations, con- smoke of a metropolis, they dwelt for pages Lincoln herself. Both seem to have forsistently. and naturally. In the older nov- upon the glories of an Italian sky, and bab-/ gotten the proverbial thanklessness of the

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office of a bearer of ill-news, and both expe-witted! Mercy on poor Job! Oh! you make his, which would have been fatal to ber, but rienced the correctness of the adage. Instead desh creep!

• I'll cut the heart from the mutinous knave,' in- abovementioned, who is immediately at

for the sudden appearance of the keeper of restoring Lincoln's cheerfulness, they un. settled his reason; and, after various adven- the health of his majesty!* terrupted a hoarse, angry voice; 'to refuse to drink

tacked, thrown down, and nearly strangled tures, he becomes the tenantof a private mad- Job does wish him good health-Job loves the by the baronet, from whom he can only ex. house in England. After the lapse of some king, only Job don't love rum.'

ticate himself by repeated stabs. He esyears, his legitimate son, Lionel, goes thither,

The officer bad approached so nigh as to perceive capes, his antagonist dies in a few moments, becomes an officer in the British service, and that the whole scene

was one of disorder and abuse, and the story closes with the departure of returns to Boston, a short time previous to soldiers, who composeu the throng, he broke at once Lionel and Cecil for England, and the the commencement of the revolutionary into the centre of the circle.

evacuation of Boston by the British. war, accompanied by his father, who had

This half-witted Job is rescued from the

Beside the characters principally concontrived to escape from his confinement. soldiers by Major Lincoln, and proves, in cerned in the conduct of the main action, He is unknown, however, to his son, who the sequel, to be the son of the baronet by there are various accessories, who are by has not seen him for fifteen years. His Abigail Pray. He conducts them both to no means the least interesting. Dennis lunacy, it may be observed, is of a partial the well known triangular warehouse in M'Fuse, an Irish grenadier officer, and kind, and is not suspected, being principally Dock Square, then useless, of course, for Peter Polwarth, a corpulent captain, stand shown by an extravagant zeal for liberty, its original purpose, and serving as a city in the front rank along these ; and with which was not likely to be considered mad- of refuge for his wretched mother. She respect to the former we only regret ness in Boston fifty years ago. The work testifies some alarm at the sound of the that the author should have found it opens with the arrival of their vessel, and baronet's voice, but does not recognise him, necessary to kill him, in the first vola description of the town and harbour, and he takes up his abode without ceremo

We think the character of M'Fuse, the former occupied by a military garrison, ny in the warebouse. Major Lincoln is and that of Seth Sage, the Yankee landand deprived of its commercial bustle, by conducted to the house of Úrs Lechmere, lord, among the author's bappiest efforts. the well known closure of the port, in con- in Tremont Street, the same that is now That of Polwarth, though on the whole sequence of the refractory disposition of its standing, and celebrated as the residence very well executed, is sometimes, to use a inhabitants

. From this description we shall of Sir Henry Vane nearly two centuries word from the Captain's own vocabulary, a make our first extract.

ago. Here he is introduced to the princi- little " overdone." This excess of colouring The rounded heights of Dorchester were radiant pal females of the story, Cecil Dynevor, is indeed one of Mr Cooper's faults, but it is with the rays of the luminary, that had just sunk the grandchild of Mrs' Lechere, and one that experience will mend, and is very behind their crest, and streaks of paler light were Agnes Danforth, ber cousin; the latter a different in that particular, from its oppoplaying along the waters, and gilding the green

In fact, he has been thus summits of the islands, which clustered across the bitter whig, who regards him, of course, site, tameness. mouth of the estuary. Far in the distance were with some coolness. After a reasonable improving in each successive work; there to be seen the tall spires of the churches, rising out interim, he falls in love with Cecil, and ac- is less caricature in the one before us, than of the deep shadows of the town, with their vanes companies the troops on their disastrous in the preceding. We are enabled, in a glittering in the sun-beams, while a few rays of expedition to Concord. He is also present single extract, to give a specimen of the strong light were dancing about the black beacon, at the battle of Bunker Hill, where he re three characters abovementioned, as well which reared itself high above the conical peak that took its name from the circumstance of supceives a wound which contines him to his as of the spirit with which the dialogue porting this instrument of alarms. Several large bed for many months.

His love is no way

of the work is conducted. vessels were anchored among the islands and be diminished by the attentions of Cecil, dur. M'Fuse was seated at a table, with a ludicrous fore the town, their dark hulls, at each momenting this period, and his marriage follows air of magisterial authority, while Polwarth beld a becoming less distinct through the haze of evening, while the summits of their long lines of masts were

hard upon his recovery.

It is attended station at his side, which appeared to partake of the yet glowing with the marks of day. From each of with disastrous omens, and their return double duties of a judge and a scribe. Before this ihese sullen ships, from the low fortification which from church precedes the death of Mrs formidable tribunal Seth Sage was arraigned, as it rose above a small island deep in the bay. and from Lechmere, who has likewise been ill for to have

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would seem, to answer for certain offences alleged various elevations in the town itself, the broad, silky some time, but a few minutes. The scene norant that his landlord had not received the benefit folds of the flag of England were yet waving in the at her death-bed, at which the baronet sud- of the late exchange, and curious to kuow what all currents of the passing air. The young man was suddenly aroused from gazing at this scene, by the denly appears, works upon the nerves of the suppressed roguery he could detect in the de quick reports of the evening guns, and while his Major Lincoln, and he is persuaded, in the mure countenances of his friends might signify

, eyes were yet tracing the descent of the proud fever of the moment and for a purpose ceeding dialogue.

Lionel dropped his pen, and listened to the sucsymbols of the British power, from their respective which we have not room to explain, to acplaces of display, he felt his arm convulsively company the maniac to the other side of with a wise vame, M'Fuse commenced, in a voice

Now answer to your offences, thou silly fellow, pressed by the band of bis aged fellow-passenger.

the river, where he is taken prisoner by the that did not fail, by its harsh cadences, to create The passengers were hardly landed on Americans, and wbere we shall leave him some of that awe, which, by the expression of the the wharf, when they are introduced to the

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present and return to emont knowledge of a person who makes a prin- Street. Here the bride, thus unaccounta- the compunctions of a Christian, if you have them.

speaker's eye, it would seem he laboured to pro

duce-speak out with the freedom of a man, and cipal figure in these volumes, in the follow- bly deserted by her

husband, is in a state to Why should I not send you at once to Ireland, that ing spirited and highly dramatic manner.

be easier imagined than described. She ye may get your deserts on three pieces of timber, The reply of the youth was interrupted by sud. is encouraged to follow him, by the ar- the one being laid cross-wise for the sake of conve. stillness of the place, chilling the very blood of those had made a voyage to America in pursuit angular daiformities.' den and violent shrieks , that burst rudely on the rival of the keeper of the baronet, who nience. If you have a contrary reason, bestow it

without delay, for the love you bear your own who heard them, with their piteousness. The quick and severe blows of a lash were blended with the of him. They pass over to the American

The wags did not altogether fail in their object, exclamations of the sufferer, and rude oaths, with camp, and find Major Lincoln at Washing- Seth betraying a good deal more uneasiness than it hoarse execrations, from various voices, were united ton's quarters. By the assistance of the was usual for the man to exhibit even in situations in the uproar, which appeared to be at no great dis- baconet, who is in high favour with the of uncommon peril. After clearing his throat, and tance. By common impulse, the whole party Americans, he is enabled to escape, and, booking about him, to gather from the eyes of the broke away from the spot, and moved rapidly up after some difficulties, they again arrive in avswered with a very commendable fortitude,

inclined, the wharf in the direction of the sounds. they approached the buildings, a group was seen col- Boston, and proceed to the warehouse, then • Because it's ag'in all law.' lected around the man who thus broke the charm occupied by Abigail Pray, her ideot son, * Have done with your interminable perplexities of evening by his cries, interrupting his wailings who is dying with the small-pox, and a of the law,' cried M'Fuse,' and do not bother honwith their ribaldry, and encouraging his tormentors iriend of Major Lincoln. The death of est gentlemen with its knavery, as if they were he to proceed.

more than so many proctors in big wigs ! 'tis the Merry, mercy, for the sake of the blessed God. Job is followed by his mother's repentant gospel you should be thinking of

, you godless reprohave mercy, and don't kill Job!" again shrieked the confession of her former perji ry, thereby ex. bate, on account of that final end you will get make, sufferer; job will run your a'r'rds! Job is balf.citing the fury of the maniac to a degree one day, in a most indecent hurry.”

• To your purpose, Mac,' interrupted Polwarth, is well to devote to an unfortunate being cipitated the war. It was the major of marines,* who perceived that the erratic feelings of his friend of that description. His appearance,

who sat looking at the sight, for a minute, with an were beginning already to lead him from the desired when assaulted by the grenadiers, in eye as vacant as the one that seemed to throw back point; propound

his wild gaze, and then rousing from his trance, he style that would an credit to a mandainus coun- the second volume, is bighly dramatic, buried his rowels in the Aanks of his horse, and sellor.'

but we hope the conduct of the grena. disappeared in the snoke that enveloped a body of • The mandamuses are all ag'in the charter, and diers themselves on that occasion has little the grenadiers, waving his sword on high, and the law too,' continued Seth, whose courage in foundation in nature. The original of this shoutingcreased as the dialogue bore more directly upon character we suppose to have been an

‘On-push on with the advance !' his polisical principles and to my mind it's quite ideot, who went by the singular name of The third, and the successful attack of convincing that if ministers calculate largely on upholding them, there will be great disturbances, if Johnny Yanks, and who was shot by the the troops upon the defences of Bunker not a proper fight in the land; for the whole coun- British troops on their return from Con- Hill is thus described. try is in a blaze!'

cord, as be stood, waving his hat in triumph, Disturbances, thou immovable iniquity; thou on a stone wall.

Lionel had taken post in his regiment, but marchquiet assassin!' roared M'Fuse; •do ye call a fight The peculiar state of the country and the view of most of the scene of battle. In his front

ing on the skirt of the column, he commanded a of a day a disturbance, or do ye tar’m skulking behind fences,

and laying the muzzle of a muske feelings of the colonists; the night-march moved a battalion, reduced to a handful of men in on the head of Job Pray, and the breech on a of the troops to Lexington and their dis- the previous assaults. Behind these came a party mullen-stalk, while ye draw upon a fellow-creature, astrous retreat; the battle and storm of the of the marine guards, from the shipping, led by a commendable method of fighting! Now answer me Bunker Hill redoubt; and the circumstan- their own veteran Major; and next followed the to the truth, and disdain all lying, as ye would 'ating ces of a besieged town, are all described Lionel looked in vain for the features of the good

dejected Nesbitt and his corps, amongst whom any thing but cod on a Saturday, who were the two with force, feeling, and spirit. . In short, natured Polwarth. Similar columns marched on men that ared into my very countenance, from the unfortunate situation among the mullens that I have Mr Cooper has selected, in this instance, a their right and left

, encirling three sides of the redetailed to you?"

period and a subject replete with interest, doubt by their battalions. *Pardon me, captain M'Fuse,' said Polwarth, 'if and has done great justice to both.

A few minutes broaght him in full view of that I say that your zeal and indignation run ahead of The following extract is from the ac-session of which so much blood had that day been

humble and unfinished mound of earth, for the posyour discretion. If we alarm the prisoner in this count of the retreat from Concord. manner, we may defeat the ends of justice. Besides,

spilt in vain. It lay, as before, still as if none sir, there is a reflection contained in your language,

On-on with the advance!' cried fifty voices breathed within its bosom, though a terrific row of to which I must dissent. A real dumb is not to be out of the cloud of smoke and dust that was mov- dark tubes were arrayed along its top, following the despised, especially when served up in a wrapper, ing up the hill, on whose side this encounter oc- movements of the approaching columns, as the and between two coarser fish to preserve the steam- curred.

eyes of the imaginary charmers of our own wilderI have had my private meditations on the subject of In this manner the war continued to roll slowly nees are said to watch their victims. As the uproar getting up a Saturday's club, in order to enjoy the onward, following the weary and heavy footsteps of the artillery again grew fainter, the crash of fallbonnty of the Bay, and for improving the cookery of the soldiery, who had now toiled for many miles, ing streets, and the appalling sounds of the conflaof the cod!'

surrounded by the din of battle, and leaving in their gration, on their left, became more audible. Ime And let me tell you, captain Polwarth,' returned path the bloody impressions of their footsteps. mense volumes of black smoke issued from the the grenadier, cocking his eye fiercely at the other. Lionel was enabled to trace their route, far towards smouldering ruins, and bellying outward, fold bethat your epicureau propensities lead you to the the north, by the bright red spots, which lay scat- yond fold, it overhung the work in a hideous cloud, verge of cannibalism; for sure it may be called tered in alarming numbers along the highway, and casting its gloomy shadow across the place of that, when you speak of 'ating while the life of in the fields through which the troops occasionally blood. a fellow crature is under a discussion for its ter moved. He even found time, in the intervals of A strong column was now seen ascending, as if mination

rest, to note the difference in the characters of the from out the burning town, and the advance of the 'I conclude,' interrupted Seth, who was greatly combatants. Whenever the ground or the circum- whole became quick and spirited. A low call ran averse to all quarreling, and who thought he saw

stances admitted of a regular attack, the dying con- through the platoons, to note the naked weapons of the symptoms of a breach between his judges, “the bidence of the troops would seem restored, and their adversaries, and it was followed by the cry of captain wishes to know who the two men were that they moved up to the charge with the boli car-l. To the bayonet! to the bayonet ! fired on him a short time before he got the hit in riage which high discipline inspires, rending the air "Hurrah? for the Royal Irish!' shouted M'Fuse, the shoulder?'

with shouts, while their enemies melted before at the head of the dark column from the conflagra• A short time, ye marvellous hypocrite !-'twas their power in sullen silence, never ceasing to use tion. as quick as a pop and slap could make it.'

their weapons however, with an expertness that • Hurrah !' echoed a well-known voice from the * Perhaps there might be some mistake, for a great of the columns frequently brought the troops over people will teach 'em the law.!".

rendered them doubly dangerous. The direction silent mound : ‘let them come on to Breed's; the many of the troops were much disguised

• Do ye insinuate that I got drunk before the ene- ground that had been sharply contested in front, Men think at such moments with the rapidity of mies of my king!' roared the grenadier-Harkye, and the victims of these short struggles came un lightning, and Lionel had even fancied his comMister Sage. I ask you in a genteel way, who the der the eyes of the detachment. It was necessary rades in possession of the work, when the

terrible two men were that fred on me, in the manner Ja- to turn a deaf ear to the cries and prayers of many stream of fire Aashed in the faces of the men in tailed, and remember that a man may tire of putting fear written on every feature of their countenan

wounded soldiers, who, with horror and abject front. questions which are never answered!

Push on with the th,' cried the veteran Ma• Why,' returned Seth, who, however expert at

ces, were the helpless witnesses of the retreating jor of Marines push on, or - 18th will get the prevarication, eschewed, with religious horror, a

files of their comrades. On the other hand, the honour of the day!' direct lie—'I pretty much conclude that they-the American lay in his blood, regarding the passing We cannot,' murmured the soldiers of the captain is sure the place he means was just beyond detachment with a stern and indignant eye, that -th; "their fire is too heavy! Menotomy?' appeared to look far beyond his individual suffering.

• Then break, and let the marines pass through *As sure as men can be,' said Polwarth, who Over one body, Lionel pulled the reins of his you!" possess the use of their eyes.'

horse, and he paused a moment to consider the The feeble battalion melted away, and the war* Then

captain Polwarth can give testimony to spectacle. It was the lifeless form of a man, whose riors of the deep, trained to conficts of hand to the fact?'

white locks, hollow cheeks, and emaciated frame, hand, sprang forward, with a loud shout, in their 'I believe Major Lincoln's horse carries a small denoted that the bullet which bad stricken him to places. "The Americans, exhausted of their ammubit of your lead to this moment, Master Sage.'

the earth had anticipated the irresistible decrees of nition, now sunk sullenly back, a few hurling stones Seth yielded to this accumulation of evidence time but a very few days. He had fallen on his at their foes, in desperate indignation. The cannon against him, and knowing, moreover, that the gren- back, and his glazed eye expressed, even in death, of the British had been brought to enfilade their adier had literally made him a prisoner in the fact the honest resentment he had felt while living; and short breast-work, which was no longer tenable ; of renewing his fire, he sagaciously determined to his palsied hand continued to grasp the fire-lock, and as the columns approached closer to the low make a merit of necessity, and candidly to acknowl- old and time-worn, like its owner, with which he rampart, it became a mutual protection to the adedse his agency in inficting the wounds. The ut- had taken the field in behalf of his country. verse parties. most, however, that his cautious habits would per. champions to its aid!' exclaimed Lionel, observing M'Fuse, rushing up to the trifling ascent

, which • Where can a coutest end which calls such · Hurrah! for the Royal Irish ! again shouted mit him to say, was“Seeing there can't well be any mistake, I seem

that the shadow of another spectator fell across the was but of little more than his own height. to think, the two men were chiefly Job and I'

wan features of the dead who can tell where • Hurrah!' repeated Pitcairn, waving his sword

this torrent of blood can be stayed, or how many on another angle of the work the day's our The character of Job Pray is well sup- are to be its victims !

own!' ported, thongh, in our opinion, he occupies covered that he had unwittingly put this searching

Receiving no answer, he raised his eyes, and dis- One more sheet of fame issued out of the bosom rather a larger share in the work, than it question to the very man whose rashness had pre

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of the work, and all those brave men, who had with Coleridge's pet phrase, “the reading babble about them quite too much. They emulated the examples of their officers, were swept public.” We cannot speak of one of them claim to be exquisitely alive to beauig of away, as though a whirlwind had passed along without speaking of all; and their peculiari- all kinds, and rave about things sweet and The grenadier gave his war-cry once more before he pitched headlong among his enemies; while ties, with the space they fill in modern litera. lovely without stint; but their devotion to

the tender and pretty is not true to pature, Pitcairn fell back into the arms of his own child. ture, make them worthy of some notice. The cry of. forward, 47th,' rung through their ranks,

All tale-makers by profession, must love or rather it belongs to a poor, weakly, and in their turn this veteran battalion gallantly the marvellous; but the authors of these sickened nature ;-moreover the beauty mounted the ramparts. In the shallow ditch Lionel works differ from their fellow-wanderers in which they do affect, is not of the purest passed the dying marine, and caught the dying and the land of fiction, in the character of this and noblest kind; they would think the despairing look from his eyes, and in another in

They seek the marvellous Medicean Venus improved by putting a stant he found himself in the presence of his foes. propensity. As company followed company into the defenceless earnestly, obstinately; but they seek that delicate peach bloom upon her cheek, and redoubt, the Americans sullenly retired by its rear, which is strange in sentiment and passion, a rosebud to ber nose, and dropping her, keeping the bayonets of the soldiers at bay with and not in circumstance and incident; they eyelids with an 'expression of melancholy clubbed muskets and sinewy arms. When the affect the wonders of the world within, and tenderness. So, too, their language is for whole issued upon the open ground, the husbandmen received a close and fatal fire from the battalions busy themselves far less with external things. the most part quaint and atlected; they which were now gathering around them on three Love is in their works, as in all others of the seek for obsolete words and idioms, and sides. A scene of wild and savage confusion then imagination, a master passion, and all or al- have pet phrases, and are a little apt to succeeded to the order of the fight, and many fatal most all the interest of the tale is connected write as if an accumulation of strange and blowe were given and taken, the mêlée rendering with it; but they speak almost exclusively affected expressions was fine writing of the the use of fire-arms nearly impossible for several of the workings of this passion, of the forms most original character. Nevertheless large minutes.

it assumes, the thoughts and feelings which parts of many of their works are eminently But in no place, as has been demonstrat. grow out of it, and its growth, and progress, interesting and eloquent. The reason of ed in the Pilot, is Mr Cooper so much at and power in the heart. But little effort is this is, that some of these authors have home, as among the sons of Neptune. The employed to make the events which occa- minds of quite a superior order, and work young midshipman, though present but for a sion it, or disturb or prosper it, interesting, hard in their vocation; and every thing few pages, is distinguished by those master in themselves. The story is important only wbich bears the distinct impress of a strong ly touches, which mark the favourite sub- as it is the foundation for the descriptions and original intellect, must be interesting ject of an artist. The execution of the va

In this respect they may not seem to differ But the efforts of these master minds might, rious characters of course unequal. That from all the best modern novels; but in the as we think, have been made more producof Burgoyne particularly, we regard as a Waverley novels—to take them as an in- tive of pleasure and profit to their readers failure.

stance-the descriptions are, and are in and to themselves; we have always believed We had marked several faults of minor tended to be, of exciting and natural that the popularity which these books atimportance in the course of two several character. The power of the author oftained, was excessive, and could not be perusals of this work; they are principally these tales, is manifested in the truth and

permanent however of a kind, which has been noticed force with which he portrays, not merely The “ Human Heart" seems to us just in various criticisms of his preceding works. possible, but probable passions, and shows about equal in its literary merits to the We are, morever, glad to avail ourselves of them in their effects. His best characters average of its class. It contains eight tales, the excuse afforded us by the consideration are singular from their strength or peculiar most of which are abundantly old. For of the space already occupied by this arti traits ; but they are all such as the circum. instance, the second story relates the incle to omit this disagreeable part of our stances in which they live and which have famous brutality of Colonel Kirk, who se. office. We trust that our readers will find formed them, may well make of human be- duced the sister of a prisoner by the promise the extracts from this work sufficiently in- ings. But the writers of the works which of pardon for her brother, and showed to her teresting to compensate the omission of form that class to which the book now un- the corpse of that brother, hanging from the strictures, whose place they have an- der notice belongs, make their heroes and the gallows, when she bad fulfilled her exticipated. It remains for us only to say a heroines love and hate, and hope and fear, torted promise. But the last tale is the few words of the relative merits of this, and enjoy and suffer excessively, that is, far most singular, and to us the most interestwhen compared with the former works of beyond the occasion. Scott makes his peo- ing. It is founded upon, or rather suggested the same author. Considered as a work of ple act out their feelings; but these writers by the following passage of an old book. genius it is perhaps superior to the Spy, make theirs talk about them. To close this and inferior to the Pioneers or the Pilot, contrast, we should say,

I once did heare of a great foreign lord, who was

that Scott seeks for haunted by a most strange phantom, the presence while in point of literary execution it ex- that which is striking in the true and prob- of which was so dreadful. that it drove him for the cela them all; and if it shall be decided to able, and endeavours to paint it truly and time to madnesse. Some folke would say that the be less interesting on the whole than the forcibly; while these writers aim at describ- nobleman did only see himself, or that his conscience two latter, it must be admitted that it con- ing eloquently state sof the mind and heart did appear before his eyes in a human shape.; tains fewer parts that are absolutely tedi- which are uncommon, and indicate extra. the words of the leamed Master Burton, to béthink

Therefore, young men, I would admonish ye, in ous, and fewer offences against good taste. ordinary intellectual and moral constitu- yourselves, that “after many pleasant daies, and We hope he may find, in the remaining tions, and owe most of their interest to their fortunate adventures, and merry tides, this conprovinces, subjects as good as that afforded strangeness.

science doth not at last arrest us.--As the prodigal by the “Bay Colony,” and we have no Their great want is of truth and simplicity; pany,

jovial entertainment, but a cruel reckoving in

son had dainty fare, sweet music, at first, merry com doubt he will use them to as good purpose. and yet they suppose, or affect to suppose, the end, as bitter as wormwood." that they are true to nature and simple as

The Young Man's Looking-Glasse.' The Human Heart. New York. 1825. 12mo. are delighted with natural objects altogether fierce and stern emotion, and strong dechildren. They love external nature, and

It exhibits rather more endeavour after beyond measure. We do not doubt, that

scription, thap is usual with writers of this This book belongs to a peculiar class, and in the love and pleasure which they so is distinctly marked with the characteristics venemently and perpetually express, there class; but it will serve reasonably well to of that class. Large editions of such works is much sincerity; but we give them credit and its brethren; and as it may also amuse

illustrate the characteristics of this book as the “Lights and Shadows of Scottish for mingling with it a sufficiency of affectaLife," "The Steam Boat,"

" " Adam Blair,” tion. Rainbows and flowers are beautiful, our readers, we shall make a long extract &c. have found many and ready purchasers but they are fleeting things, and the joy both in Great Britain and here, and they which their presence may give is hardly consciousness many long, weary hours before I

I had been ill almost upto death. I awoke into are well known to all novel-readers ;-a worth living for altogether; and though could speak, and I saw about my bed many pleasword which has become almost coextensive green fields are fair to look upon, one may ling forms; I could just distinguish that their gar

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ments were those of some religious order. One of my shoulders, and the face that was tolne, yet not was then strikingly handsome, though I was always them, whose countenance was very mild, whose my own, close to my face; and if, by chance, I too proud to be vain. I soon found that my alliance voice was like gentle music, would sometimes stand stood alone in the midst of some brilliant saloon, , was courted by many of my roble countrymen, but and gaze upon me, or touch my burning hands with the phanton would approach me and link his arm I never had a thought of marrying, till i beheld a her soft

, cool ingers. She was the superior of the within mine, and look round at the company, and young foreigner, an English maiden of high rank, sisterhood, and had lived since her youth (a period then point its finger in my face, and say, "They are who had come to Naples for the recovery of her of thirty years) within that convent. They quitted all staring at us.' Such a reality was attached to health. I beheld her for the first time sitting in one the room, and for the first time the phantom ap. his presence, that I could never for the time per of the marble porticoes of my own palace, and my peared. He stood beside the bed in my own form. suale myself we were not observed.--) Bed to heart whispered to me with a tumultuous enthu11) ani pale he seemned, but the working of a stronger solitude--the phantom went vith ine. Once, when siasm, that she should become the mistress of the power ihan sickness was seen upon bis face. He walking on the shore of the Mediterranean, far from abode she thus graced with her presence The sat down on the bed close to me. I had no fear of any abode of inan, with a broad barren heath on one Lady Gertrude — had accompanied her father him at first, but I shrunk away rather in anger than side of me, ant the boundless ocean on the other, I and some Italian noblemen to see a celebrated picaffright-I was then in a strangely confused state. perceived a little boat rocking to and fro on the ture by Correggio, thep in my passession. She had I fell into a heavy sleep, but a low, distinct voice calm waves; two men were in it, and struck, I sup been rather fatigued in ascending the beautiful emi. soon awoke me, and I bebeld the same figure sitting pose, by the richness of my dress, they landed, and nence on which my palace stood, and had sat down besiile me. As my eyes opened, he drew closer attempied to rob me. I slew them both; and, in a portico overlooking the glorious Bay. I had and bent down his face over mine. I started up, scarcely knowing what I did, leaped into the empty never beheld so lovely a being. As I gazed upon but the face was still close to mine ; and when, ex boat, aud, raising the little sail, put out to sea. í her, I could almost have persuaded myself that she hausted with the effort, I dropped back on the bed, sailed on, far from the sight of any shore, and began, was some perfect statue of Parian marble; her it was bent over me, just as before. I raised iny to bope that I should die upon the wide desolate delicately slender form--her white garments, flow, hand to thrust it away, but the phantom face could waste of waters. I saw with delight the dark clouds ing over the marble pavement-her fair hands, not be thrust away-it was even as the thin air. I gathering in heaps about the horizon, to the wind. clasped together and resting on her knees--her shut my eyes, but then I felt a damp and icy breath wart-I saw them spread over the whole sky. The pale sweet face, bending downward as if she had ing all over my face. I resisted no longer; a voice, sea rose in mountains beneath me, or dashed the been lost in some pleasing day-dream. But there in every ione my own voice, spake to me from lips little boat into chasms of black and horrible depth. needed not the deep dark blue of her eyes, the that seemned also mine. I cannot remember the The lightning rushed in streams of pale and forked wavy hair, many shades darker than that which is multitude of words which were poured out in cease- fire from above; the thunder crackled, and roared called light brown; there needed not the pale roseless confusion into my ears, till my every sense was in peals, which I thought would split the world colour of her parted lips, to tell me that I beheld no maddened--nay, till at last I lay wholly stunned around me: but the death I longed for was not statue. I saw those eyes turned with the full gaze and senseless. Sometimes the voice was loud with nigh. The storm cleared away, and the little bark of their soft lustre on me--I saw the rich, eloquent rage---sometimes the phantom placed its hand upon floated calmly upon the quiet waters. I began to blood Austing her cheek and lip as she spoke to my shoulders, and bent its face so close to mine, think that the phantom had quitted me, but all sud- me--I heard the voice which gave new sweetness that I could feel it draw up the breath from my denly I bebeld a hand clasped about the side of the to the musical accents of my own sweetest language. lungs, and stop their motion; and then it whispered boat, and then the phantom climbed up leisurely The Lady Gertrude was not displeased with the atits low deep curses, till my heart felt blistered by into it, and sat down beside me. For days we tentions which, from the first moment of our meetthem :-sometimes the mouth would open widely, drifted about upon the waveless sea, with a sky of ing, I never ceased to pay to her. and a loud and insulting laugh came pealing and dark and cloudless blue above us ; the phantom all Not many months had passed away, when I berattling down the throat, till í raved with fury- the time sitting in silence beside me, with his eyes held the gentle lady sitting again under that marble then again the countenance would become calm, fixed on me-never turned from me. At last his portico which looked over the Bay of Naples; and and beam all over with smiles, and sweet gentle presence was so insupportable that I sprang over. I heard her whisper to me, that I was the dearest tones would scarce part the lips; but every word board. I was not drowned-I know not how it was, object of her affections on earth. I kissed her pure that was spoken would be to describe some shame but the boat came again between me and the waters; lips

, for she was my wife, in answer to her expressless event of my infamous life; and then, if my rage and the phantom, clasping the side, climbed in, and ions of the tenderest affection that woman ever burst out, the face would smile, the voice whisper sat down by nie. He broke silence then, and said, felt.-And was it possible, you will say, that I even more calmly-calmly-calmly -ay, till the Despair, hut not death! As he spoke, I felt the could be happy? I was not happy; but since my smile became a sneer, a cold, bitter, heartless sneer. whole face of the sea sinking under me, and with return to Italy, I had seldom seen the phantom. He

When I awoke again, I almost expected to see the sinking of the smooth shining waters, the boat had not left me, but I had almost begun to believe the face that seemed mine, but was not my own, sank also : lower and lower, deeper and deeper it that I had been the victim of some mental delirium, bent over me. It was not there, but night had sank, till, at a great distance, a ridge of black rocks and that the being I so dreaded had no actual exiscome on, and the pale silvery moonshine streamed was gradually revealed, enclosing the waters on all tence. He had only absented himself, to bring into my chamber. Some kind hand had opened the sides. The boat itself sank not an inch in the sea, more poignant agony on his return. One evening lattice, and placed on its sill a vase full of orange but the waters continued slowly siaking, till the my wife had retired to rest at an early hour, owing flowers: the fresh cool air bathed all my heated dark rocks had risen like the Alps around us; nay, to the still delicate state of her health. I sat down face, and brought with it the pure fragrance of the even till I could look up, as from the bottom of a near the open lattice of her chamber, and having flowers. All was silent around me, till, with a narrow well, and see the stars glittering as at mid- seen her sink into a gentle sleep, I took up a vol. gradual swell, a sweet and solemn music rose from night. The phantom laughed at the consternation ume of Ariosto, and I began to read. I had read the organ of the chapel, and the clear liquid voices I betrayed. • Hell is deeper!' he shouted loudly; but for a few minutes, when a voice spoke to me of the nuns blended into a rich stream of harmony and his laugh and his words were echoed over and loudly. I looked up, and beheld the form that was I felt too calm, too happy, and with restless fear'l over again from the black and stupendous rocks mine, and yet not my own, standing erect before rose up, I looked round the chamber—the face was which enclosed us. I knew nothing more, till I me with an auilude and look of insolent defiance : nowhere to be seen. I laid down my head, and a found myself lying amid the shattered planks of the Come with me, I need your presence,' he ex: shower of tears gushed from my eyes. My senses boat upon the shore of a foreign land. I started up, claimed, still more loudly; and I looked up to him were soothed, but my soul was not' The voice that for a person was lying close beside me. I was for with my finger on my lips, pointing at the same was mine, and yet not my own, spake as a friend the moment all bewildered, but the person lying at time with the other band to the bed on which my speaks who is fearful to disturb one: I am here,' my feet stretched his limbs, as one awaking from a wife lay sleeping. *Oh! do not fear,' replied the it said ; you shall not miss me long.'

heavy slumber, and yawning, as he slowly thrust phantom, in a voice even louder than before, 'I I left the convent when I was strong enough to away the thick long hair, which had fallen over his shall not disturb her-you know that I do not indepart: yet my illuess had greatly changed me. eyes, he looked full in my face and said. “I cannot trucie on any other but yourself. We are one,' My former health seemed gone, I was an altered sleep :'--I recognized at once the voice, the face. he adde', as, unable to resist his commands, I folman, and some said that I was mad I was not which were mine, yet not my own.

lowed him from the room. He led me on in silence, mad—but the sins of my former life had taken Again I returned to society, but not to the profli- and we had scarcely passed through the wood of fast hold on me. The phantom was with me at all gate companions with whom I had before associated. myrtles behind my palace, when I found myself on bours, though invisible to every eye but mine : 1 | I was still little changed at neart, but I threw the veil the road from Berlin to the village of Pankow.* was never at rest, for during his absence my exis- of decorum over my public conduct. I furnished The phantom was at my side, but, horror-struck at tence soon became one agonizing dread of his ap- my long-deserted palace at Naples with simple perceiving whither he was leading me, I stopped pearance He would bring before me, with minute magnificence I hung the walls with the finest pic- and stood still, resolutely determined not to proceed exactness, every scene of my past life, which I tures I could purchase; I adorned the colonnades a step farther. To my astonishment, the phantom would have given worlits to have forgotten forever. with statues of immense price. I bought a valuable did not notice me, and his figure was soon lost He was always, as I had been, the infamous hero library, and devoted much of my time to reading. I among the trees beside the road. My determinaof the scene, acting every look again with a truth soon gathered around me every intellectual luxury tion was soon changed, when I heard loud and rethat barrowed up my soul. If he did but beckon which my immense fortune could command. My peated shrieks; they proceeded from the direction with his finger, 1 coold not refuse to obey him. Ipalace was the theme of universal admiration ; my in which the phantom had disappeared; they were rushed into every sort of dissipation, but he accom- past excesses began to be forgotten in the contem- so piercing that they thrilled me through and panied me; and in the gayest circles of the court. plation of my present manner of life. My family, even when the daughters of my sovereign were every one knew, was one of the noblest in Italy. * Pankow is about ten miles from Berlin, and is conversing with me, I have seen the two hands on My person (for I had entirely recovered my health) much frequented by company.

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