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dares to show them. Let him not do it When she glides a sunbeam through that until he has looked in the glass of his quiet house, and in winter makes summer own thought and scanned his own propor- by her presence; when she sits at the tions. Like a woman's diamonds, they piano singing in the twilight, or stands may flash finely enough before the world, leaning against the Venus in the corner but she herself trembles lest their lustre of the room, herself more graceful,- then eclipse her eyes. And difficult to resist in glancing from her to the portrait of the is the tendency to depend upon those por gentle Dorothy, you feel that the long traits, and to enjoy vicariously through years between them have been lighted by them a high consideration. What girl is the same sparkling grace, and shadowed complimented when you curiously regard by the same pensive smile. You own her because her mother was beautiful ? that Noblesse oblige, in a sense sweeter What attenuated consumptive, in whom than you knew, and-explain it how you self-respect is yet unconsumed, delights will—despite all English snobbery and in your respect for him, founded in honor dust-licking before titles, and of all the for his stalwart ancestor ? No true man coarse American contempt for what it rejoices in any homage which his own ef associates with an exploded society, you fort and character have not deserved. will yetown a secret pleasure when Sculpin You intrinsically insult him when you invites you to see the Family Portraits. make him the scapegoat of your admira And this you may do, although you retion for his ancestor. When his ancestor member the original Adam, before startis his accessory, then your homage would ing, and although upon the way you may flatter Jupiter. All that Minim Sculpin chant Tennyson's poem to yourself. For, does by his own talent is the more ra however fair are the Family Portraits, diantly set and ornamented by the fami the truth of the poem is the aboriginal ly fame. The imagination is pleased and eternal truth. when Lord John Russell is Premier of " Trust me, Clara Vere de Vere, England and a whig, because the great
From yon blue heavens above us bent,
The gardener Adam and his wife Lord William Russell
, his ancestor, died Smile at the claims of long descent. in England for liberty. In the same way Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Minim's sister Sara adds to her own
'Tis only noble to be good,
Kind hearts are more than coronets, grace the loveliness of the Lady Dorothy.
And simple faith than Norman blood."
That was a fair one, which a Queen
And flashing bright was that which met,
And cool and fresh the dewy band,
But better mine, a little thread
It was all sweetness, and to one
The very best beneath the sun. MALTA, August 23d, 1851. • The boys in the streets of Malta string the Jasamine blossoms, and give or sell them to the passers-by.
INTERNATIONAL COPYRIGHT.-We are too, and while we refuse to allow compenhappy to learn there is a probability that sation to the foreign author for his books, before the present number will reach on the plea that we cannot afford to pay its remote readers, the terms of a Conven for them, and are unable to produce simition between the United States and Great lar ones ourselves, we acknowledge ourBritain, relating to International Copy selves paupers and vassals to foreign inright, will be made known. One of the tellect, and give the lie to all our boastlast, -we may add also, one of the best, ings of equality with England. We beacts of Mr. Webster's political life, was lieve that nothing more is necessary than the opening of a negotiation with Mr. to give the English author an unqualified Crampton, the British Minister, to protect right of property in his literary producthe literary interests of their respective tions, and to subject books to the same countries. He was, unfortunately, cut off tariff that we impose upon similar kinds too soon for the completion of his purpose, of manufactured merchandise, to make but Mr. Everett, his worthy successor, in an entire revolution in the literary relathe Department of State, has hastened to tions of this country, and to make us the pursue the noble example of Webster, and literary creditor instead of the debtor. the prospect now is, that something will at It has unfortunately happened that last be achieved. The precise nature of the whenever the subject of International projected agreement has not yet trans Copyright has been introduced into Conpired, but the disclosures are, that the re gress, there has been some other topic of cognition of the rights of authors, on both more immediate interest to engross the at sides of the Atlantic, will be as full and tention of the members, and therefore it definite as they need desire. We confess, has never been broadly or freely discussed, that in the approach of so glorious a con either in the House or the Senate. But we summation, we feel disposed to elect our trust that, if the treaty in question shall selves the representatives of universal au- . not be consummated, that some action will thordom, and throw up our hats, with a be had in reference to it, which will give three times three, that will make the Al the representatives of the people an opleghanics and the Rocky Mountains vocal portunity to discuss it freely, and on with echoes! As any treaty on the sub broad national grounds. Those who claim ject, however, will have to pass the ordeal that the rights of the people demand the of the Senate, we shall wait to see whether continuance of our system of literary plunour enthusiasm will be obliged to explode der and piracy, should commence their in vehement plaudits or not.
argument by denying the validity of the Although we shall be grateful for any eighth commandment, and by proving kind of an international copyright which that, in national affairs, the old proverb will procure to the foreign author any does not hold good, that “honesty is the kind of control over his literary property best policy.” For our own part, we will on this side of the Atlantic, yet, we must never believe that the majority of our confess, that we have precious little ex countrymen are so lacking in the first pectation that any law will be passed by principles of morality, as to wish to thrive treaty, or otherwise, which will give that by plundering another people of their profull measure of justice, that the highest perty, even though they were so defective interests of our nation loudly demand. in their reasoning powers, as to imagine We hear a good deal of talk about the that any permanent good could result from rights of our own people in this matter, a dishonest practice. In brief, our obserbut we should like to know what right our vations have led us to believe that, if the own people have
other people's pro question of international copyright were perty. Our rights can never be the submitted to the vote of the people of wrongs of others. If the works of Brit
this country, they would decide in favor ish authors are necessary for our enlight of the measure by a vote of two to one. enment, let us, in God's name, pay for them, or let them alone. If we are in
LITERATURE. capable of producing such books as our AMERICAN.— A dearth of books generalnecessities call for, let us have the small ly follows the holidays, as Lent follows the honesty to pay those who can produce Čarnival. Our publishers, for a month them for us.
after, repose upon the profits of the Holiday This question of international copyright Week; or rather, they are getting ready is not one that involves alone the interests in silence for the bold demonstrations of of book manufacturers, authors, or stu- the spring. But “travels” have no season, dents; it involves the national character and the month brings us in that line
The Footpath and Highway, the title about them peculiarly American. We are of a volume of sketches in England and not sure, however, that we have seen anyIreland, written with some vivacity, but thing better of the same class, and should scarcely novel enough to produce much be disposed to trust Mr. Anderson, if we of a sensation. The author should try were about to erect a villa, to furnish the his hand on a less hackneyed subject. design. It is greatly to his credit that
-Anderson's American Villa Archi he rejects the high roofs which are only tecture, No. 1. Since Downing's first work required in high northern latitudes, and on villa architecture appeared, there have adopts an elevation exactly suited to our been several successful works published on meridian. But style, in architecture, is a the same subject, the last, and most pre thing that is more likely to spring from tending of them being the one before us, the instincts of the people, who build the first number of which has but just been better than they know, than from a study issued by Putnam & Co. The completed of other styles, and we think that more work will contain plans and elevations of valuable ideas and hints may be obtained eighteen villas, and three country church by an examination of our indigenous es, with descriptions, and "an Essay on country houses than by inspecting the Architecture." The descriptions are cer architecture of France, England, Gertainly very necessary, but the essay strikes many and Italy. In all three of the de us as a superfluity in such an undertaking signs furnished in this first number of the It will be published in seven numbers, 6 American Villa Architecture," there is with a supplement containing specifica a mingling of arched and flat-headed wintions, working drawings, &c. In a country dows that produces an unpleasantly inlike ours, where building houses, churches, congruous effect. This is particularly inand manufactories, is the great business congruous and unseemly in design No. 3, of the people, and where, with all their where on one side the windows are single industry, they are unable to multiply with flat heads, surmounted by peditheir dwellings to keep pace with the in ments, which do not appear to be needed, crease of population, works on practical and, on the other are triple-arched, while architecture must, of course, be always the upper windows, which are directly welcome. We therefore greet this new under the wide projecting roof, are needcomer among our architectural books with
lessly deformed by umbrages, which look great satisfaction. Mr. Anderson is an like a parasol carried beneath an umbrella. enthusiast in his art, and, if he is not a Neither the “ climate's wants," nor the Palladio, or a Wren, it is not from indif “customs and habits of the age,” exactference to his business. He informs "the ing and luxurious as they may be, could reader” that he has spent thirty years in call for such an useless expenditure of the study of architecture, and in examin materials. The work is extremely well ing all the styles of every enlightened na printed, and the lithographed designs tion, and has come to the sensible con make very pretty pictures, and, if they clusion that “every nation patronizes some will not bear the test of rigid criticism, peculiar style that will best suit its climate they are entitled to the praise of being and habits.” He must, to be truthful, as good, if not better, than any other except the nation of the United States, villa designs that we have seen from an which patronizes all the styles that have American Architect. ever been known to mankind, in all ages -A snarling, ill-natured, caustic book of the world, and all parts of the earth. about England and Englishmen, written Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Saracenic, Cy- by an American, may be excused on the clopeian, Chinese, Norman, Lombard, and ground of retaliation. We have been so all the varieties of Gothic may be found often roundly abused by our cousins of domesticated among us. The American the other side, that when one of us is style of architecture has yet to be created. provoked into a little wholesale denunciBut Mr. Anderson says: “I have let no ation of them, we can easily account for opportunity pass of acquiring such inform his spleen. More than that, we confess ation as enables me to produce a style of to a little gratified malice when we see architecture altogether new, and suited, not John Bull pummelled in his own sturdy only to this climate's wants, but to the way, on the same principle that everycustoms and habits of the age.”
body likes to see a bully flogged, without This may be all true, but we have some regard to the justice of the particular ocdoubts of it, and certainly the three de casion. Mr. Matt. Ward's book, there signs given in the first number of Mr. fore, which he calls English Ilems, Anderson's work, do not verify his claims. and in which he lays about him unmerThe villas are pretty, picturesque, and cifully, castigating the islanders for their comfortable-looking houses enough, but brutality, their flunkeyism, their atrocious there is nothing new in them, nor anything love of beer and beef, and their more atro
cious love of money,-fattens our grudges, all his literary performances, refuse to in spite of its excessive bad taste. Nó offer him any recompense for them, on the doubt it would be wiser and more Chris avowed ground that we cannot get along tian-like for him and for us to overlook the without them, and then turn round and faults of our adversaries, but we fear that call him dunce, dotard, and flunkey, while the degree of exalted humanity needful to our actions confess him our superior. such lenience is not readily found. But in Frenchmen may call John Bull perfidious one respect, it seems to us, he greatly with some reason, for they do not rob him misrepresents his own country, in refer of his works, but, for us to do so, while we ence to the feelings of subservience which voluntarily submit to his mental governAmericans cherish towards the opinions ment, is in the last degree, absurd and nonand example of England. There may be sensical. such a feeling among the persons with - Fun and Earnest is the title of a new whom Mr. Ward associates, but we do volume of essays by the Author of Musnot believe that it exists elsewhere, cer ings of an Invalid, which has just been tainly not to the extent which he de published by John S. Taylor. It might scribes. Matt's is one of the most virulent have been called, with as much propriety, cases of Anglo-phobia that we remember Fun in Earnest, as there is a good deal of to have seen; and he makes a very com earnestness in the author's fun.
The mon mistake in imagining that to be essays are neither brilliantly written nor American he must, of necessity, be un profoundly original in thought and sentiEnglish. His facts are generally re ment, but they are well-intentioned, and liable, but his inferences are as often wrong possess a certain quiantness of humor as right; he is vehement in his abuse, gross that make them readable, even to those in his descriptions, often too much so to literary epicures who are accustomed to be read aloud in tolerably decent company, feed only on the daintiest productions of partial, prejudiced, ungenerous, and some the daintiest writers. The fun of the times ungrammatical. But he is always book is contained in a humorous attempt lively and readable, and, if not instructive, to anticipate the contents of a newspaper he is, at least, amusing. In his chapter a hundred years hence, wherein the author on English dining all that he says against displays considerable imaginative power. John Bull's feeding might, with just as and a vein of sarcastic wit. much truth, if not more, be urged against - The Deck of the Crescent City, just us Americans. But the most terrible issued by G. P. Putnam & Co., is the inphial of Matt's wrath is emptied upon appropriate title of a rather worthless book, the Church of England, and we should with an absurd dedication to Mr. Richard infer from the nature of his remarks on H. Dana, who will be astonished to find the hierarchy that he is not a “professor." how obscure he is. It has nothing to reHis anxiety to give the worst aspect pos commend it, that we have been able to sible of the Anglican church, leads him discover. into the error of stating that there are but -A new work by HAWTHORNE! How half a million of Protestants in Ireland, could we say that the month was sterile which is very wide of the truth, accord of literary materials, when we have such ing to the latest reliable publications on an announcement under our pen? We that subject. The best way of showing are tempted to recall the expression; for up John Bull is not to abuse him, but to a new book by such a writer, if the only excel him in the arts which have given one of the season, would redeem the want him his status among the people of the of any other. The Tanglewood Papers earth. If Mr. Ward had written a is the name of the expected pleasure, an better book than any of the Englishmen admirably suggestive name, and we feel he runs his head against, he would have ourselves already under the weird spell done more to damage their reputations of our oriental magician. than he could possibly do by fifty such -Adventures in Fairy Land by books as his English Items, even though STODDARD, are also among the promises they were fifty times as abusive.
that excite an agreeable anticipatory It is an absurd thing for us Yankees, smack. to rail at England, while we make our -A tale by Miss McIntosh, which de-selves dependent upon her for the greater picts the difference of manner and opinion, part of our intellectual enjoyment. If at the North and South, with some feliJohn Bull be the great bloated, dull, city, has just been published under the grasping, beef-fed, church-ridden, guzzling title of the Lofty and the Lowly, or, old dotard, that Matt Ward, and others of Good in All, and none All Good. It our writers, tell us, in the name of consist might seem from the title and the subject, ency, why not let go his skirts, and try to to have been suggested by the everlasting get along without his assistance? We use Uncle Tom; but we find on reading its
that it deals with the white classes main Wallis has a pleasant way of telling his ly, leaving the blacks to come in, only now story, and he who begins at the first and then, as proper to complete the pic- chapter, will scarcely desist from reading, ture. The purpose of the amiable au until he has reached the last. thor, is a commendable one, by faithful - A prospectus of a work on the Types representations of the merits and defects of Mankind, which will embrace ethnoof society, both at the North and South, logical researches, founded upon ancient to remove unworthy prejudices, and pro monuments, sculptures, paintings, skulls mote a good understanding. The reader of races, as well as upon their geographiis made to travel briskly, therefore, from cal, philosophical, and biblical history, Georgia to Massachusetts, and back again has been put forth by Dr. Nott, of Mobile, to the Virginia Springs, perhaps too brisk and George Gliddon, of Egyptian memory. ly to get a perfect knowledge of the people It will contain the results of Mr. Glidhe meets. The scenes, however, are all don's Eastern explorations, besides the the livelier for the rapid change.
fruits of the labors of Dr. Morton and -It is curious that the only one of our Nott, in the field of Cranial observation, poets, belonging to the most peaceful of &c. We have no doubt that it will be a sects, the Quakers or Friends, should be our book of great utility. only modern Tyrteus. Mr. Halleck, who - The Curse of Clifton, by Mrs. Emhas so much of the old-world chivalry in his ma D. E. N. Southworth, is a ponderous veins, laughs away his quarrels with man American novel, just published by Hart, kind, in travesty and wit; Mr. Bryant, of Philadelphin. The opening of the first the stern uncompromising democrat, whose chapter is an ingenious variation of the editorial pen is tipped with the sharpest well-known method of Mr. G. P. R. James, steel, softens down, as the poet, into tender in commencing his romances. Instead of and tranquil aspirations; Mr. Longfellow, the two horsemen who might have been who might hold his own in the very rough- seen, &c., Mrs. Southworth says: “Upon a and-tumble of life, is saint-like, and hopeful, glorious morning, in the midsummer of amid the bayonets of Springfield; but 18—, two equestrian travellers spurred Whittier, the Quaker, and non-resistant: their horses up the ascent of the Eagle's who reads his poetry without feeling that Flight, the loftiest and most perilous pass the should like to step out and fight some of the Alleghanies,” &c. body or something ? Not that he, too, is -The Miseries of Human Life form not gentle, loving, full of tears, as a man a strange theme for fun, but they are the of genius must ever be; but that under his staple of a small volume just published by sweet, sad smiles, there is such a volcano Putnam & Co., intended rather to make of fire, of the old genuine ire, wrath, in readers laugh than weep. But, they are dignation, ever surging and bursting into the small miseries of human life, which flame. Like Carlyle's
friend, Rumday, he are held up for mirth, and not the larger has heat enough in his stomach to con ones. Misery, however, is misery, whether sume the world. Yet, his last little little or great, and though we may laugh volume, just issued, The Chapel of the at other people's, we never laugh at our Hermits, and other Poems, there is less own; if we could, they would cease to be of the defiant martial ardor which swelled miseries. The author, or editor, in his through his earlier works. In the place humorous preface, has given no indication, of it, there is more of their serene, sympa as should have been done, of the origin of thetic, humanitary, and devout feeling. It the book; and, beyond the subtitle, An would seem as if the blaze of his meridian,
old Friend in a New Dress, it appears as were mellowed and tempered into genial an original publication, which it is not. warmth, as he drew nearer to the natural But the reader will soon make this disterm of life. We wish that we had space covery for himself, from the antiquity of to quote here, his “ Questions of Life, or a the jokes, and the general costume of the * Prisoner of Naples,” but we cannot. dialogue. Sensitive and Testy are two
-We can speak more warmly of a se friends who carry on a dialogue, in which cond work on Spain, by Mr. Wallis, they strive to entertain each other by than we did of his Glimpses a few years their distresses, or distress each other by since. The volume now issued is the their puns; and in this manner they go fruit of a second visit to that beautiful and through the one hundred and eighty-two romantic land. It is written with great pages, occasionally relieving the reader, sprightliness, and generally in admirable who is supposed to be a listener, by the taste, giving a faithful view of the man exhibition of pictorial pun. The jokes ners and customs of the Spaniards, and are so long drawn out, that we imagine complete as well as accurate descriptions the book must have been projected before of their political condition, and the ad the great discovery was made, that brevity ministration of the government.
Mr. is the soul of wit. But we will not dis