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TRANSI ATIONS.—The Literary Fables of of Both, is a book of unmitigated gossipry; Dos THOMAS DE YRIARTE, translated from full of amusing information and anecdote the Spanish, by Geo. H. DEVEREUX, are in- about dress and its history in particular, tended in an especial manner to hit off the and men collaterally, and by way of illusfoibles of literary men. The analogiestration. would have borne a universal application, -The third volume of Lord John Rusand would have been more striking if so SELL'S Memorials and Correspondence of used. The graces of composition have CHARLES JAMES Fox, continues the series of usually, and very correctly, been sacrificed his letters, and the history of his life during by Mr. Deverenx, in order to give a true the period of the French Revolution. The representation of the peculiarities of his fourth and last volume will contain the author's thoughts and style. As thus pre- narrative of his subsequent re-entry into sented, these fables are rugged and angular public life, and short tenure of office in the in form, but often furnishing a stinging rap Ministry. over the knuckles of impertinent or foolish -The History of the Irish Brigades, in writers and critics.
the Service of France, by Mr. J.P. O'Cal
LAGHAN, is a chronology rather than a hisExGLISH.—The war continues to inspire tory, but contains a large and laboriously innumerable pablications, from the daily collected accumulation of dates and facts letters of private soldiers, to the daily relating to the many bold Irish soldiers books of savans or travellers, and of those who have served in foreign armies on the elairvoyant gentlemen who stay quietly at Continent of Europe, rather than remain home and compile full, true, and particular within the scope of the English power; and accounts of the other end of the world and many of whom there rose to high honor what takes place there. Aside from this and good fame. literature, which is so legionary in name --SAMUEL WARREN, Esq., has collected and namber, as not to admit other than an material for two volumes of Miscellanies, aggregate reference, but few books of es from papers contributed by him to Blackpecial interest are announced.
wood's Magazine, during twenty years -Professor CREAsy, author of The Fif- past. They are among the most interestteen Decisive Battles of the World, has ing of the many excellent articles which written a History of the Ottoman Turks. bave appeared in that periodical. It is compiled in considerable part from the - Professor EASTWICK, of Haileybury hitherto untranslated and tediously exten- College (hitherto the training school and sive work of the celebrated Orientalist, only introductory institution for cadets deVox HAMMER ; and furnishes much new siring to enter the English East India Comand reliable information.
pany's service, but which is shortly to be -Sir GEORGE STEPHEN, at the request discontinued), has translated in full the of Mrs. H. B. STOWE, has written a series Fables of Pilpay, the oldest, and in Sir of letters, now published in book form, William Jones' opinion, the best of fabustating his personal reminiscences of facts lists. Pilpay, however, is a sort of Mrs. and details connected with the abolition of Harris, or at any rate, a nom de plume for slavery in the British Islands. Many of one Visknu Sharman, who appears to have his staternents will be new to American been the actual writer. readers. According to Sir George, the -Archbishop WHATELY has risen to the merit of the actual final accomplishment dignity of a Proverbialist. A volume of of this emancipation is not due so much to Detached Thoughts and Apothegms, is Wilberforce, Clarkson, Buxton, Sturge, and published, which moreover is only a First their friends, who worked so long and so Series. Although we cannot expect that hard in the preliminary agitation, but to " a wiser than Solomon is here,” yet, very two Quakers, named Cooper, and to Sir few writers of English have the generalized George himself. He also makes some very perspicacity of thought, and terseness of bonest and entertaining confessions as to expression, which are the essence of apotzt employment of electioneering claptrap, thegmatics, in so high a degree as Archand the ordinary dirty enginery of political bishop Whately. warfare, in the same good cause.
-Dr. Doran's Habits and Men, with FRENCH.-Among late French publicaRemnants of Record touching the Makers tions, we observe but two named of any
especial interest. Count KAOUSSET DE BOUL- wealth of which the city boasts, is in the Bon, at leaving France for California, left hands of liberal and highly educated men. behind him the MS. of a novel called The When we last saw the statue, which is Conversion. On the strength of the ex- the subject of these remarks, Mr. Brown had pectation of a sale from the general inter- it so far advanced toward completion, that est felt in the memory of the man, rather portions of the detail were ready to be sent than from any intrinsic excellence in the to Chicopee for casting. The figure of book, it has since been published. The hero Washington was more complete than that of the tale is a Parisian dandy, who, hav- of the horse, but still, far from being ing become disgusted with the vile and hol- finished, and, indeed, only the action and low fashionable city life, flees into the pro- the motives of the statue can be comprevinces, becomes converted by a young coun- hended at present, the detail and the minor try abbess to a most retrogressive Catholi- points of expression and effect, not having cism, and is dismissed in peace at the end of been, as yet, fully developed. The work is the book, with his conscience easy in a of colossal size--we are not able to state priest's keeping, and his circumstances easy the exact dimensions—and is noticeable at by means of his marriage with an heiress. the first glance for its repose of treatment. The story is told in the fiery and extrava- The theory of the statue is, that it repregantly passionate style which seems proper
sents the PRUDENCE of Washington. It is to men like him, of vehement character, not the Soldier, leading the arms of his and great physical strength and activity; country to battle-nor the General, reviewbut will undoubtedly owe whatever success ing his troops_nor the President, receiving it may enjoy, to the strange fame of its ec- the acclamations of the people—but it is centric author.
the Father of his Country, discerning the -M. ROMAIN-CORNUT has re-edited the peculiar dangers that await his children in Confessions of Madame de la Vallière, the future; and throwing the whole weight written by her after her assumption of mo- of his example and his advice on the side nastic vows, and corrected by Bossuet. of Prudence. It is Washington restraining These mournful meditations of a repentant -curbing ; it is a statue of the man, which, court-beauty, furnish a sad but interesting
if it fail to excite enthusiasm, must always picture of the unhappy life and half-regret- move to reverent regard. ful reminiscences of the beautiful Louise. Mr. Brown has not thought it necessary The Confessions have hiretofore been at- to excite tbe admiration of the injudicious, tributed to Madame DE LONGUEVILLE, and by poising the charger on which Washto Madame DE MONTESPAN; but M. Ro- ington sits, either on his fore feet, or on his MAIN-Cornut is probably entirely correct
hind feet. He has better understood his in his conclusion that Madame DE LA VAL- art and the natural restrictions of his LIÈRE is the actual authoress.
material. He has sought to carry into the action as well as into the sentiment of the
statue, the repose which characterises the THE FINE ARTS.
best works of Sculpture. It is true, that the - H. K. Brown's Equestrian Statue action of Washington is a decided one-he of Washington. At length New York is lifts his right arm, and stretches out his to have a worthy statue of Washington, hand with a mingled air of command and erected in a commanding situation-her entreaty--but it is also a continuous actioa. first public work of Art, and that, com- The attitude of the horse expresses restlessmissioned, not by the Government of the ness and unwilling submission. He stands City, but by private citizens. This is, at firmly on three feet, and paws the ground the same time, well, and not well; it is impatiently with his right forefoot; his , certainly weli that the statue of a great head also tosses and frets under his master's public benefactor should be the spontaneous curbing rein. The conscious action of tribute to his memory oi those who reap Washington is directed wholly toward the the fruits of bis labor ; on the other hand, it people; the restraining his horse is involunis not well, that New York, a city of for- tary, but it admirably serves the purpose tunes, should, at this late day, have no pub- of impressing the motive of the statue upon lic work of Art, whether in Painting, the mind. As he represses the impatience Sculpture, or Architecture, to which her of the young anå mettlesome charger, so citizens can point as evidence that the would he exercise a restraining influence
apon a youthful, ardent, and ambitious representing some of the pieces of sculppeople.
ture exbibited in the New York Crystal It is not to be supposed that any par Palace. These make the work much more ticular moment in Washington's life has valuable. The “ Flora,” by Crawford, is a been chosen by the sculptor as the theme treasure indeed, and “the Sleeping Chilor subject of his work. On the other hand, dren" has a tender beauty of its own. the artist has not erred by attempting to “ The Soldier's Son," and "the Industrious supply a mere portrait statue of the man. Girl," please children old and young, but As we have intimated, it aims to embody they are scarcely so pretty in these photothe Prudence, the Conservatism, which graphic copies, as in the marble originals. characterized Washington as well in his They lose none of their naturalness, howprivate as in his public relations. Wash- ever, in this style of reproduction. ington's life was a life of self-restraint. - The December number of “ The IlusHis biographers are careful to tell us that trated Magazine of Art,” had a valuable he never laughed, never moved hastily, article describing the fresco of Raphael in rarely showed anger-although he enjoyed Florence, discovered in 1842, and finally a joke, was an active man in perfect health, identified in 1845. This article is illusand of a very quick temper. Albert Dürer trated with several wood-cuts; a sketch of has drawn Fortune, with a goblet in one the whole composition-serving to show the hand, and a bridle in the other. Washing- arrangement of the figures—and seven of ton lived what Dürer drew. All his life he the heads, admirably drawn to a large held the cup in his hand, bnt he put the scale. The head of Christ is seen to be of bridle apon his desire to taste it, and For- a very noble type—and although the contune crowned him with her noblest wreath. ception leans to beauty rather than to If, then, he was distinguished by the pre- power, it is far from being deficient in dominance of one characteristic, it was that strength and manliness. This one article, of self-restraint. And he saw that self- with its illustrations, is well worth more restraint was the great want of his country- than the price of the whole subscription to men-that their political and social am- the magazine, which is one of the most bition, anchecked by wisdom, would lead valuable serial publications that we have. them into unnumbered difficulties.
- The Crayon.—The first number of Washington will stand before us daily in this long-promised, and, as we believe, the fall sunlight, and amid the prosperous anxiously looked for, Art Journal, was pubsplendor of our city, for erer preach to us lished on the 30 January. We regret that the Gospel of Prudence. It is, perhaps, a the early day on which we are obliged to homely lesson ; and there are many who go to press, will postpone the utterance of will find fault with a work of Art for preach- our New Year welcome to the handsome ing any other Gospel than that of Beauty stranger, until the first of March, when merely. But it is our conviction that Art several numbers will have been issued, and was meant for more than this—that it can judged by the public. But we will say our serve, and has served, a higher ministry-- “say,” nevertheless, and let our good inand that in this very work, to seek no
tentions make amends. farther for an illustration, the artist has “ The Crayon” is beautifully printed, on wisely seen how poor a substitute for a clear white paper, and has a quiet elegance noble motive, and the perpetual inculcation about it, which is very pleasant to contemof a vital truth would have been even the plate. It would be unfair to attempt any most successful combination of light and judgment of its merits at this early stage shade, the grandest draperies, and the most
and with so substantial a beginning, everymasterly display of the profoundest ana- thing that is good may be hoped for. tomical knowledge-wrought into marble, We need such a Journal as “ The Crayon," to wio admiration for themselves alone. without any question, and there never has
- The Crystalotype.--The valuable been a better time for starting it than the work wbich, under the name of “The present. With its very reasonable subWorld of Art and Industry, an Illustrated scription price—three dollars by the year, Record of the Great Exhibition,” did our and it is published every week --with its designers, engravers and the publisher so clear paper and print-there is no reason much credit, appears under a new name, why its publication should not be a successwhich it derives from the addition of a ful undertaking. At the same time, it number of fine photographs or crystalotypes, ongbt to be always remembered that the
American people cannot be expected to respond cordially to any periodical treating of the Fine Arts, which has not a sterling common sense for its animating principle. This seemingly commonplace basis of treatment is not inconsistent with the highest standard. It only claims that if there is a good reason for anything asserted or denied, that reason ought to be clearly and intelligently given. We have been bullied long enough by amateurs and connoisseurs. We are tired of being kicked by Mr. Ruskin and his peers, and demand that we should be treated as gentlemen and men. Will the Crayon help us to what we want ?
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NOTE.—The letter from a correspondent on the affairs of the Smithsonian Institution, which appeared in our last number, being given merely as an ex-parte statement of opinion on the topics under consideration, and from a respectable source, was printed without careful scrutiny. We take no part in the controversybut we presume our respectable correspondent will regret, as we do, the admission of one paragraph, at least, grossly and unnecessarily offensive to the memory of Smithson.-EDITOR.
2 Magazine of Literature, Science, and Art.
VOL. V.-APRIL, 1853.-NO. XXVIII.
A TRIP TO THE MOON.
THE huge bell of the cathedral rang the pain and sorrow of earthly life, in ont midnight.
Like clear crystal the calm sweet light of the moon, drops fell the transparent silver notes praising God and enjoying the peace from the bright sky, as if they were that knows no end. echoes of angels' voices. Behind the For so we dream, even in our day, of dosky mountains rose the full orb of the paradisiacal peace and mysterious charms moon in golden splendor, and poured its in the moon; as thousands of years ago, fairy light over the vast plain. Faint the nations of the earth revered in her & hazy mists swept across the valley, and godlike being, who lighted up the long, slowly the pale gossamer light sank sad nights with her sweet, silvery light, deeper into the dark narrow streets of and in chaste beauty, wove strange spells, the city. Like a gigantic churchyard over the hearts of men. They built temlay the silent town at the feet of the ples in honor of the goddess, priests mysterious globe in the high heavens- sang her praises in mighty anthems, saeach house a coffin in which slept a crifices won her favor and disarmed her thousand joys or sorrows. Only through just wrath. Lofty were her thrones in one low window shone the feeble glim- the far East; Asia and the world wor. mer of a night-lamp. A mother was shiped her, and great was the Diana watching her sickly babe; fierce fever of the Ephesians ! glared in its glowing face and burning This faith, like alas ! many a better eyes, and restlessly the poor child tossed faith, is found no longer among men. from side to side. At last it grew quiet, Superstition, alone, has remained. The and seemed to slumber. The mother Chinese beats his drums and gongs to stepped to the window and looked with keep the dragon from swallowing up his tearful eye up to the moon. A feeling moon at the time of an eclipse, and the of deepest loneliness chilled her sinking Wallachian peasant sees in her pale, heart; all around her slept ten thousands faint glimmer how the vampire rises from in happy peace; the wicked had ceased his brother's grave. With us the telefrom troubling and the weary were at scope has stripped the moon of her direst; she only watched with anguish vine attributes, and dry, sober calculathe flickering life of her beloved. tions have torn all strange fancies and
** Oh," she sighed, “how peaceful and gay charms from the humble satellite of happy it must be up there in the silvery the earth. light of the moon! There is peace in her Now the moon is simply a little globe, pale even ligbt, quiet happiness in her not much larger than America, so that calm, unbroken pilgrimage through the the longest journey, that could be undark blue heavens!” And she wished dertaken there, would explore Asia from she could wander in her sweet meadows end to end. We can easily get there, and rest by her still waters. She
prayed, for she is only about 240,000 miles from half dreaming, half awake, that her soul us, a mere trifle in comparison with the might, hereafter, be allowed to rest from distance of the nearest star. Will you