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Louise was pining in Siberia. The Si furiously upon his punch bowl. “ I see berian monarch, Mrs. Braxley, was gone them banding together-papa, grandma, with her sceptre of hickory to a neighbor's, all but mamma and dear Robert-but Ito dip. Uncle Joe and Louise were drawn I cannot give him up." up around a three-legged table, on which As Louise expressed herself thus, her mildly and lambently shone Mrs. Braxley's face glowing and her eye glittering beparlor lamp. Uncle Joe sat with bits of neath the serene globe of the lamp, and soft wood lying on the table, which he her countenance radiant with that divine was fashioning with his pen-knife into all fortitude possessed by some women in sorts of shapes; his bald head shining such heavenly perfection, Dashwood, who amid his iron-gray locks, like a soft shroud held the door ajar, bounded in. He caught ed moon. Louise sat indolently rocking her to his breast, and then paid his rein a large blue chair, absorbed in thought. spects to uncle Joe, by squeezing him in

“What is the matter, Louise ? You are his arms until he cried out, and then he terribly moped about something," said danced several times around the table, and uncle Joe, scooping out the rim of a wood finally he drew up beneath the lamp, and en punch bowl.

informed his hearers that he was the hapNothing,” said Louise, listlessly. piest man alive. He begged leave to re

Nothing but Dashwood. That fellow peat it, and most forcibly to impress it is always uppermost in your thoughts. upon them, that, "recent events, together You had better dismiss him, and take with the absence of a respectable lady, Farren; at least so Mrs. Barbara and all whose image often filled their hearts," these clever women think. They say said Dashwood, his eye gleaming with its Dashwood is incorrigible.”

comic fire, “have conspired to render me уои

think so?” Louise asked. the most supremely happy man in the “My dear, do not ask me; I do not world." know. They say he is wasting the finest Uncle Joe slapped his rheumatic knees, talents in the State, and that he hasn't and laughed at the bare idea of a certain the stability even to make a start in life.” person's absence contributing to any body's

“Ah, but he is," said my sister happiness. He regarded it as a capital

“I have my doubts. I should dislike idea, a facetious and mirth-provoking conto see you throwing yourself away upon ceit, that allusion to the timely absence a fellow, who, it seems, can be any thing, of the lady who so often filled their hearts. and will be nothing."

He hadn't “shook the cobwebs" at such "I tell you,” said Louise, turning to the a rate since the last time, one snug evenlight, and raising a pair of lustrous eyes, ing, after tea, it was, when Dashwood "I tell you he has the strength to be any boldly walked in at one door as she walkthing. He has the noblest heart in the ed out at the other, and after making his world; and I-I have sounded its lowest bow to the retiring figure, he demurely depths. I cannot believe such glorious stretched himself out upon her vacant gifts can perish, any more than a sunbeam chair, and proceeded to lament her abcan be drowned in the sea. You have sence, in low pathetic modulations. only to look upon his countenance and Poor Dashwood had such twinkling believe. You have only to look and see comic eyes, and could put on such grave, the great light shining on his brow. Ah, queer faces, that uncle Joe could never the light gilds up the highest peaks, does resist his sallies. Indeed, uncle Joe enit not? Well, uncle Joe, it is there!" joyed these stolen visits, and though he

“ Youth, youth,” said uncle Joe, in a cried out fudge and fiddlesticks, he wicksad funereal note.

edly delighted in the perils which this "But let me say it now, uncle Joe. courageous fellow encountered, with such Let me say it only once, that I may not admirable ease and assurance. The greatbreak my word. If he fail, if he perish, est and most bitter enemy the persecuted if he fall—then I fail, and I perish, and lover could boast, was Mrs. Braxley, and I fall, too!”

his greatest admirer the timid, but once “Stop, girl! Pray don't!” cried uncle rash, uncle Joe. Therefore, uncle Joe Joe, casting an alarmed look around; for always shook the reckless dashing fellow that good man had been taught, and firm warmly by the hand, and invariably inly believed, that walls had ears, particu

vited him to look in upon them on snug larly Mrs. Braxley's walls.

evenings, with the emphasis as I have "Don't be rash; I beg you don't be marked ; though uncle Joe knew it was rash. You'll repent it as sure as you as much as his head was worth to give live.” said uncle Joe, really alarmed at that invitation. her remarks.

The reader sees how these Phæbean "They are going to oppose me,"continued territories were invaded by love, and how Louise steadily, while uncle Joe cut away this Cassanova-like Dashwood, was ever

ed on.

ready, with his masterly ingenuity and they cannot give me up, but this will be address, to take advantage of the most the making of me. This will break up untoward event. I dare say, had Mrs. old habits and old associations, but not Braxley accidentally returned to find him old loves, remember, and it is to be the in possession of her favorite chair, he making of me. We have been trying for would have met her as coolly, and with months to secure this appointment. Bob, quite as much assurance as the admirable poor fellow, has toiled like a capitalist, and Cassanova displayed when he encountered corresponded like a Home Secretary, about the terrible Inquisitor.

this attaché-ship for me. And now we've "You cannot guess what I have to tell got it, and I rushed in to tell you. I you !" cried Dashwood.

brushed Mrs. Braxley's respectable sleeve “Don't talk so loud, are you the town on the road, to tell you this; I invaded her crier, young man ?" hoarsely whispered jail, and scared my dear uncle Joe, to tell uncle Joe in alarm.

him this!" “Nevertheless, you cannot guess what Again there was silence, and uncle Joe, I have to tell you!” exclaimed the anima as the wreathing smoke coiled itself fanted lover, nothing daunted.

tastically above his head, was heard to “Fudge!" muttered uncle Joe, hobbling murmur “too rash, too rash,” and puffacross the room for his pipe. “Do you give it up?"

“Now,” continued Dashwood, “Mrs. “Yes”

Braxley, estimable lady, can dip on, if she “Well

, I am appointed attaché to an will only refrain from dipping into me. embassy at the Court of St. Cloud !!" Uncle Joe, I shall leave my girl with you. cried Dashwood, jumping up.

If Tom Farren come near her, do you " And a precious attaché you will be." chunk him with your crutch with my said uncle Joe, filling the bowl of his pipe. compliments. If Mrs. Braxley attempt to

“What do you think of that?" asked entice her away from me, speak up for me Dashwood, his face beaming with delight. uncle Joe. Speak up, and say how I have

"I think our Goverment has gone mad, ever esteemed Mrs. Braxley, you know if it dreams of attaching you to any thing," how I have never failed bemoan her absaid uncle Joe, from his fog in the corner. sence in mournful numbers, on all accident

“Ha! ha! ha! I am very much attached al occasions like the present. How I have to some things. But I am going to cross secured this appointment by Herculean the waters, bless your soul, uncle Joe! feats, of which she did not deem me caTo Rome! think of that-to Paris-does pable. How, in my heart, I cannot blame not that startle you ? To London! How her for her jealous watching of my Louise. often have you taken me to London by How I wish I could only engage her serthe ears, until I squealed, uncle Joe? Am vices on my side until I return. How I I to behold the skies of Italy, the Colise honor and respect her, and lament my um, the Sistine Chapel, the Venus, the own unworthiness. How I shall leave my Campagna, and the Carnival ? Am I to native land with the determination never hear the Miserere—and stand upon the to return until I can come worthy of her Rialto! oh! Louise, darling girl, am I re good opinion. Will you tell her this for served for this !"

me, uncle Joe?“ Am I," continued Dashwood, after a Lord bless your soul, man,-no! It pause, " to be kindly snatched by Provi would be the rashest thing I ever did !" dence, from pleasures and temptations, returned uncle Joe, puffing away vehewhich I am too weak to resist ? Am I to mently. “No,” continued that good man, be taken from my old companions, who gently relenting," but I have had my eyes are reckless, extravagant and rich, while upon you, Frank, ever since you were so I am reckless, extravagant and poor, be high;" and uncle Joe laid his hand, in a pacause my struggles have been seen by a rental manner, upon the back of a chair, pitying eye, while I was too proud to ad "ever since, with an arm no bigger than mit that I had struggled, and had been the round of this chair, you fetched the conquered ? Are efforts which have been d-d schoolmaster that famous lick, plump made with an earnest, but hopeless heart, in the black of his eye, for whipping Bob, to be at length rewarded? Are old asso you know. 'Twas well done for a youngciations, which would cling to me, to be ster, and properly done, and I said the broken by a stronger hand than mine?” good metal was there. I knew the good And the lover's eye was moist, and there old ring when I heard it, I said that was was a mellow glow upon his face, which the genuine article. I did not think it was was of heaven. “Heigho!” he said, paus rash then, ah no, hang me; I wanted a ing again, “Bob dislikes to give me up, pull at the Yankee bully myself, and while and all the fellows dislike to give me up, your mamma-rest her soul-apologized and some of the girls, eh Louise ? declare to the Yankee, and scolded you, and cried


about your disgraceful and ill-mannered behavior to your preceptor, and all that, 1-I believe upon my word, I was the man who gave you half a dollar, and a dozen striped marbles, and told you when he needed it, to give it to him again!”

" The very man!” cried Dashwood, grasping his hand.

“And,” returned the once rash man, gently knocking the ashes from his pipe, and I am as confident of your success,

Frank, as I am of-of-Mrs. Braxley's return as as the clock is done striking."

“Verbum sap,” said Dashwood, kissing Louise's hand, and retiring with his accustomed grace and ease. I

may as well say that Mrs. Braxley returned true to the minute, rang for family prayers, and gave her hearers an impromptu prayer, of great power and length.

(To be continued.)


" I'vo bribed my grandmother's Review-the British."

" Who



a for a Review ?” Exactly, newly fledged author! A pertinent query—“Who cares for a Review?" And what did Walpole care for Lord Chatham's strictures on the "Spanish Convention?” What did Lord North care for Burke's impaling him in the House of Commons, on the “ American Taxation ” question? It was easy for such practised statesmen to feign indifference, but whom did they deceive ? cares for a Review ?” Dryden “cared for a Review:" for Jeremy Collier may be called, in a particular line, the Jeffrey of his day. Byron “cared for a Review;' and a good friend the Review proved to him. Keats cared for a Review." Racine 6 cared for a Review :" for he declares to his son, that, although the praise which had been lavished upon him, had been exceedingly grateful to his feelings, yet that, “the least adverse criticism, even miserable as it might be, had always occasioned him more vexation, than all the praise he had received could give him pleasure.” In truth, your Reviewer is a very formidable personage; and that our contemptuous querist very well knows, and feels, too: for whilst asking with so much nonchalance, “ Who cares for a Review ?”—there is not a Review within his reach, issued since he grasped the first copy of his precious volume, fresh and damp from the publishers, that he has not peered into, with a fluttering heart and anxious countenance.

It seems very proper that, in an early number of this Magazine, which is intended to coinbine the higher and graver qualities of a Quarterly Review," with matter of a “popular character," that we should present to our readers, a brief history of English Reviews. It is necessary to remember the distinction between Criticism and Reviewing. Whilst the birth of modern Reviewing may be dated in

1655, fathered by Denis De Sallo, a member of the Parliament of Paris, Criticism claims a much earlier date; and was rife in the days of “Good Queen Bess.” Whilst the proper object of these two doughty champions is the same, the mode of attack is very different. It is the business of each, to refine the taste, to elevate the style, to improve the morals. Both carry the “sword ” which is to be a "terror to evil doers” in the republic of letters; both, as Courts of Equity, record those favorable decisions which "praise to them that do well.” But-to change the figure-the Critic demolishes the army of culprits, en masse ; whilst the Reviewer leads them to execution, by detail. Criticism is the heavy artillery which sweeps a regiment from the field. Reviewing is the glittering spear, which inflicts the pangs of death upon each rebel against the laws of good taste, and sound morals.

Sometimes, of course, we have both combined: and, frequently, private pique, or personal malignity, will steal from the public armory, the weapons which should be wielded only for the general benefit. The Criticism of the times of Elizabeth, and James, is disgraced by much of this intemperate rancor. Poor Heywood feelingly complains of his prospective critics, in his Troia Britannica. "I am not so unexperienced in the envy of this age, but that I knowe I shall encounter most sharpe and severe censurers; such as continually carpe at other men's labours ; and superficially perusing them, with a kind of negligence and skorne, quote them by the way, Thus: This is an error; that was too much streacht; this too slightly neglected; heere many things might have been added; there it might have been better followed: this superfluous; that ridiculous. These indeed knowing no other means to have themselves opinioned

in the ranke of understanders, but by of the titles of books, with some extracts. calumniating other men's industries." But the public were as little satisfied with

Marlow, Greene, Decker, and Nash, “King Log," as the authors had been might either, perhaps, have sat for the with " King Stork.” In the words of above flattering portrait ; and poor Ga D'Israeli : “ The public who had been so briel Harvey would testify to its likeness much amused by the raillery and severity to, at least, two of the snarling quartette. of the founder of this dynasty of new

Among the early English critics, we critics, now murmured at the want of that find no less a person than the “ British salt and acidity by which they had relishSolomon," James I.; who, realizing that ed the fugitive collation. They were not there was no “ royal road to the favor satisfied in having the most beautiful, or of the Muses, modestly entitles his first the most curious, parts of a new work work, “ The Essayes of a Prentise in the brought together; they wished for the Divine Art of Poesie.” [Edinburgh, 1585.] unreasonable entertainment of railing and He assigns “twa caussis " for appearing raillery. At length, another objection was as an author; and informs us that “al conjured up against the review : mathebeit sindrie hes written of poesie in Eng maticians complained they were neglected, lish, quhilk is lykest to our language, zit to make room for experiments in natural we differ from thame in sindrie reulis of

history: the historian sickened over the poesie, as ze will find be experience.” We works of natural history: the antiquarian have only space to barely refer to the would have nothing but discoveries of works of Webbe, Fraunce, Hake, Putten MSS., or fragments of antiquity. Mediham, Harrington, and the illustrious Syd cal works were called for by one party, ney, as the chief exponents of the critical and reprobated by another. In a word, opinions of the time. This was the age each reader wished to have only accounts of versifying; and, therefore, the reader of books which were interesting to his will not be surprised to find “poesie" profession or his taste. the great topic of consideration. Those Twenty-three years after the publication who desire to pursue a most interesting of the first number of the “Journal des subject, will find ample materials in the

Sçavans,” that is in 1688, appeared the pages of Drake, Brydges and Collier. first British Review: viz., " An Historical

We have referred to Denis De Sallo, as Account of Books and Transactions of the the father of the modern school of Re Learned World, Edinburgh.” From this viewing. Whether his magisterial labors date, until the establishment of the as a member of the Parisian Parliament, “Monthly Review," in 1749, a period of excited a taste for bringing another de about sixty years, were born and died a scription of culprits to a bar, from which number of publications of like character; there should be no appeal, we have no of more, or less, merit, and of greater, or means of ascertaining. He certainly as shorter, duration. We shall give a list of sumed (1665) his self deputed office of a those which may, perhaps, be considered public censor, not without misgivings; for as of the most importance. The reader he took out his privilege to publish, in the will bear in mind that, we take no notice name of the Sieur de Hédouville, his in this essay, of mere Magazines.* They footman! It was not long before the may form the subject of a future paper. well-directed fire of the “ Journal des We have now to do with REVIEWS, propSçavans,” created a fluttering among the erly so called. “ crowd of authors,” who had heretofore, 1688–9. “ Weekly Memorials, or an parrot-like, poured forth their alternate Account of Books lately set forth, with notes of inane repetition, or splenetic other Accounts relating to Learning; by scolding, in the tired ears of a suffering, Authority.” yet, defenceless, public. The story is well This is the first specimen of an English told by the biographer of De Sallo. Review. * L'entreprise eut d'abord un grand suc 1691. “The Works of the Learned," sès; mais la critique, bien que décente et 4to. Superintended by J. La Crose, a raisonnie, souleva la foule des auters. La late writer in the “Universal Bibliononce du pape près de la cour de France theque.” The U. B. was an English transs'i tant plaint d'un article sur l'inquisition. lation, published for a short time, of La Sallo perdit son privilege,” for he was a Clerc's “ Bibliotheque Universelle," begun critic of mettle, “et refusa de reprendre at Amsterdam, in 1686. The Works of son journal avec un censeur.” He was the Learned was soon discontinued. succeeded by a reviewer of a very different 1691. “ The History of Learning, or an stamp; for the Abbé Gallois confined Abstract of several Books lately pubhimself, pretty much, to an enumeration lished, as well Abroad, as at Home.”

* For lists, in extenso, of Magazines and Reviews, in promiscuous assemblage, see “ Nichols' Literary Anecdotes," and Timperley's Encyclopedia of Literature.'

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four years.

1699. “ The History of the Works of here, principally, because to it we are the Learned; or an impartial account of partially indebted for that invaluable Books lately printed in all parts of periodical of Sylvanus Urban's, “The Europe; with a particular relation of the Gentleman's Magazine.” State of Learning in each country ;

done 1730. “ Historia Literaria ; or an Exact by several Hands." The prospectus of and Early Account of the most Valuable this Review is very sensible.

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Books published in the several Parts of thors of The History of the Works of the Europe.” 4 vols., 8vo. Learned, have settled a correspondence 1737. “The History of the Works of beyond sea, to have all the foreign jour the Learned." This appears to have nals of learning, transmitted to them as been a favourite title. The present work, they are published; and all other curious first appeared in 1735, under the name of pieces that can be conveyed by post; and the “Literary Magazine, or Select British for larger volumes, they shall give such Librarian." It was continued under its account of them as is transmitted by new title, until 1743. foreign journals. As to books printed in 1747. " Bibliothèque Britannique.— London, or in either of the universities, This can hardly be called an English Reunless trifling, shall, as speedily as they view; although it was a Review of Engcan, give an impartial account of them; lish Books, by some literary Frenchmen, and, as far as may be, in the author's &c.; continued to the above year. Hague, own terms; and that not as critics, but 23 vols. historians; unless in matters relating to 1749. “The Monthly Review. an innovation in our established religion, Giving An Account with proper abstracts and civil constitution. They shall ob of, and Extracts from, the New Books, serve a medium betwixt tedious extracts, Pamphlets, &c., as they come out.” This and superficial catalogues; at the end in valuable Review was projected by Ralph sert an account of books in the press, Griffiths, a bookseller in London, and here, and beyond sea ; and if any gentle edited by him for the long term of fiftyman will communicate to the booksellers

At one time, the proprieconcerned, an extract of his own work, torship fell into the hands of Collins, of &c., it shall be faithfully published.” Salisbury, by the misfortunes of Grif

Here are generous Reviewers, indeed! fiths; but the latter regained possession, Such a privilege would hardly answer, in in 1780. He was, latterly, very sucthe present hydra-headed condition of the cessful in business; was made a Doctor authorial body!

of Law, by a New England University, 1701. “ The New State of Europe, both and died, at the advanced age of 86, in as to public Transactions and Learning, good circumstances. Dr. Johnson, in his with impartial observations thereon." celebrated conversation with Geo. III.,

1709.“ Memorials of Literature;" con let us know his opinion of the Review tinued to 1714; and then was pub under notice. “ The King then asked lished, in

him if there were any other literary 1722. “Memorials of Literature," 8 journals published in this kingdom, exvols., second edition.

Monthly and Critical Re1722. - The St. James Journal, with views ?" and on being answered there Memoirs of Literature, to be continued was no other, his Majesty asked, which monthly."

of them was the best ? Johnson an1724-5. "New Memorials of Litera swered that, the Monthly Review was ture." Continued to Dec. 1727 ; in 6 done with most care, the Critical upon vols., 8vo.

the best principles ; adding that, the au1724–5. “The Monthly Catalogue; be thors of the Monthly Review were eneing a general Register of Books, Sermons, mies to the Church. This the King said Plays, and Pamphlets ; printed and pub he was sorry to hear.” Boswell enterlished in London, or the Universities." tains us with another anecdote on this

1727–8. " Present State of the Repub- subject. “ Talking of the Reviews, Johnlic of Letters.” Continued till Dec., 1736, son said : I think them very impartial; I 18 vols., 8vo.

do not know an instance of partiality. 1728. “The Monthly Chronicle." Pub He mentioned what had passed upon the lished until March, 1732; and succeeded subject of the Monthly and Critical Reby,

views, in the conversation with which his 1732. “The London Magazine;" which Majesty had honored him. was conducted with great reputation, tiated a little more on them, this evening. until 1783, when it was discontinued. The Monthly Reviewers, said he, are not

1729. “The Grub St. Journal.” This Deists; but they are Christians, with as work comes more properly under the little Christianity as may be; and are for head of Criticism; but we introduce it putting down all establishments. The

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