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a little to one side, peeped out, while John, watching intently, forgot even to breathe, and came very near breaking a pane of glass with his nose. Then, careless girl, she went into her closet with the candle, as the glimmer through the curtain testified. If she should drop a spark there, and in the dead hours of the night the house should burst forth in flames, John thought how he would rush through the blazing windows, and bear the dear incendiary forth in safety, or perish with her in his arms. Then, for a brief space, the light burned steadily upon the table, and the shadow did not fall upon the curtain. Lucy was, doubtless, kneeling at her prayers. At last, she rose, peeped once more from the window, so that John was sure he caught a glimpse of one cheek, and the ruffle of her nightcap, and the next moment all was dark.

It was a warm and balmy spring night. The gentle breeze, laden with the fragrance of lilac shrubs and blossoming orchards, seemed like the very breath of May, as it stirred the leaves of the big buttonwoods with a quiet, whispering rustle. The frogs in the river piped a melodious treble, and the roar of the mill-dam in the gorge came down upon the wind, softened to a deep undertone of harmonious bass. The plaintive notes of a whip-poor-will sounded faintly in the distance. There was a soft glow in the sky beyond the castern hills, that announced the rising of the moon.

John was not insensible to the gentle influence of the time. The fever of his excitement abated. He was able to think with comparative calmness, to reason with himself concerning the state of his feelings, and to form resolutions and plans with respect to his future conduct. It was a grave question that he presently put to himself; and three long midnight hours did he give to its consideration. Seated upon the foot of his bed, with the moonlight streaming in on his pale face, he pondered whether it was his duty to crush the sweet hopes that so lately had sprung up in his heart, and with them crush the heart in which they grew withal.

Easy as it may seem to write or to read about it, this was, nevertheless,

stern and terrible trial, for the result was at times very doubtful, and upon that result, John knew, depended his hopes of earthly happiness. Had his conscience, sitting in judgment, decided against his inclination, the decree would have been executed.

The conclusion to which he at last arrived, as the stroke of one, from Walbury steeple, came vibrating through the silent air, he expressed aloud. "11 she loved him," said he, “or even regarded him with indifference, I wouldn't try to thwart the will of my good, kind uncle, in the matter of his long cherished plan. I would tell him all ; leave my mother and sister to his care; and never return until I could endure the misery of seeing Lucy the wife of another man. But she does not love him; she even dislikes, hates him. And who can wonder at it? To think of her being the wife of such a fellow! She never could be happy! He hasn't heart enough to love her; and I–I have loved her from childhood. When I first met her in Hartford, the reason why I did not know her was, that I had cherished the image of her, as I had seen her last, so faithfully. But my heart knew its mistress! Then I struggled to overcome what I deemed to be a hopeless passion. But now I cannot believe that duty and honor require me to forego the effort to win that without which I can never be happy. So help me God, then, I will win her if I can--though I serve for her fourteen years, as Jacob did for Rachel!”

IIaving thus settled the matter in his own mind, John looked out of the window to see if all was safe across the way, and then, discerning no signs of danger, he quickly undressed himself and went to bed, and in spite of his passion he was fast asleep in ten minutes afterwards.

So it came to pass, that the next Sunday night, when young Joab Sweeny went down to call upon his cousin Lucy, and to open his courting campaign, by repeating to his intended bride cer. tain speeches and sayings which his mother had instructed him were proper and pertinent to the occasion, he had. without suspecting it, a most dangerous and determined rival.

(To be continued.)



forth, to challenge the love and admiration

of the world, or at least to conquer for AMERICAN.–We confess to consider- themselves an independent, influential, and able pride, in the fact that our Monthly, well-to-do place among their fellow-citithough still in the bloom and freshness of zens. Nor will the "procreant bed and ber youth, is already the nursing mother cradle” of their young mother refuse us of a goodly family of children. One after other pledges of her affection. If reports another they bave gone forth from her ma- be true, she promises to bless us soon with ternal care, into the struggling world, to other fruits of travail. “ Titbottom” is set up for themselves, and acquire, if they putting on his white cravat, preparatory to can, a respectable position. Nor have an introduction into society; the burly• their efforts been wholly unavailing. The headed, two-fisted “Politician,” who smash

first of the flock, it is true, was somewhat es Presidents and parties, with such gusto, of an erratic genius, and devoted himself threatens a descent into the ring :-our with too much enthusiasm-bonest, how- ever popular “ Philosopher," who sets Naever—to the cause of a certain “ Lost Bour- ture in motion, may soon gather up the bon,” who was supposed to have straggled folds of his garments to walk abroad, to say off into the woods, and was afterwards nothing of a bevy of young poctical fledgeactually picked up among the Caughnewaga lings, who seem eager to try their wings Indians ; but his success was unequivocal outside of the native homestead. while he lived, and many sincere weepers We say that we take considerable pride have mourned his untimely death. His in these facts, because we doubt whether eldest sister, the lively and ingenuous they are paralleled in the history of peri* Mrs. Potiphar," was of a more worldly odical literature. A good many excellent tarn, and contrived, by her agreeable man- books, it is true, have been gathered out of Ders and graceful wit, to win a friendly the pages of Blackwood, and a few out of welcome into all the first mansions of the Fraser ; but then Blackwood and Fraser are Fifth avenue, as well as into several very both patriarchs in the literary world, and quiet country homes. The third, the have a right to a numerous progeny, student of the Family, a “Shakespeare's whereas Putnam is a mere chicken,-scarceScholar," as he was modestly named, after ly more than a green and tender sprout establishing an intimacy in the most culti- and to have leaved and flowered so soon rated circles of his own land, went abroad, and so luxuriantly, shows unusual pith and to make a tour of Europe, where he is now vigor. In short, it is a result-to blurt domiciled among the eminent literary crit- out our whole vanity at once-wbich deics, as an especial favorite. He has just monstrates two important things, firstly, been followed by a brother of more rol- that there are a good many good writers licking disposition--the one who went to amongst us, and, secondly, that Putnam Spain, and now talks so pleasantly of Cosas knows how to bring them out! Of course, de Espana--and is destined, as we have the books to which we allude would probaelsewhere intimated, to shake the cobwebs bly have seen the light without the careful from the ribs of all who manage to get into nursing of the Magazine, but could they a chat with him. The youngest of the tribe have got so handsome a start into the is named " Israel Potter," the earnest, in- world without its aid! With this ancestral domitable, free-hearted, much suffering Is- pat upon the head, therefore, we wish all rael, who having jast made his bow to “his our children “God speed.” Highness, the Bunker Hill Monument,” is -We shall not take the liberty of disabout to make a patriotic progress, like a cussing the subject involved in Mr. HENRY new President, over the nation. May he James's Inquiry into the Nature of Evil, bebe everywhere received according to his cause we are not sure that we quite appredeserts !

hend his argument; and, if we did, we do Thus, we repeat, within the brief period not esteem this the place for ventilating of two years, no less than six of the intel- our private opinions in theology. At the lectual offspring of the Monthly have gone same time, there is no reason why wo

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should not speak of it as a literary per- by a little study,—while the whole mind, formance. It is the last of some two dozen perhaps, bristles up in almost angry opporeplies, which have been made to that re- sition to his doctrines—be quite disarms markable specimen of Calvinistic felo de se, your malice by the pleasant music of the Dr. Beecher's “ Conflict of Ages," and, in words, his concealed mirth, his sweetness of inany respects, it is the ablest. Mr. James, temper, and his racy, smacking sincerity. however, does not confine himself to the In frequent passages, too, he rises into the question as stated in Dr. Beecher's work, purest eloquence, in which a robust strength viz. : how God can be shown to be just in is married to a stately yet easy grace. We the condemnation of the sinful creature, should like to cite some of these passages, but endeavors to sbow how the existence as specimens of decorous controversy, as of sin itself is compatible with the Divine

well as of persuasive teaching, but our perfections,—which he regards as a deeper space will not permit. and broader question. Taking for granted What the generality of readers will comthe fundamental or traditional truths of plain of, in Mr. James, they will call a the Church, as the great and undeniable tendency to mysticism, but which, in facts of life, i. e., the sovereignty of God, reality, is not any obscurity in his thought, the fall and corruption of man, the need of so much as a habit of too rapid generaliza an incarnation, and the necessity of a re- tion. Entirely familiar himself with the generate life, in order to the attainment of region in which he travels, he is apt to forpeace on earth, and bliss in heaven, he gives get that to others it is quite unknown a new philosophy, or a new intellectual

ground. Statements, or reasonings, consestatement of those truths, founded upon quently, which are as clear to him, and to Swedenborg, and more in accordance, as those who adopt his methods, as the noonhe supposes, with the demands of the

day, lie in the twilight and shadow to other heart and the understanding. Both the minds. Indeed, in more than one instance, theology and philosophy of the old Church, we have heard his speculations denounced he argues, are submerged in a gross natu- as meaningless, and that, too, by persons ralism, and until they are rescued from it, who ought to be able, if they are not, to and placed on the vantage-ground of a follow his course of thought. We can truly spiritual perception, they will depart assure all such, however, that they are full more and more from genuine Christianity, of meaning, and that if they will have the and lose themselves, either in the mists of patience to take up the links of association, a purely metaphysical, or in the bogs of sometimes inadvertently dropped out beanimal indulgence. He refers, in proof tween two important assertions, they will of this danger, to the later developments discover that his movements are wholly of both Theology and Philosophy in Ger- logical,-not leaps, as they appear, but many, which are the legitimate outgrowth

regular progressions. At the same time, or flowering of the naturalistic root, from it would be absurd to expect, that a treatise which orthodoxy, as now interpreted, on spiritual religion, which is a matter of springs. With what success Mr. James has

inward experience and life, and not of accomplished his task, the readers of his formal logic, will adapt itself as readily book will judge ; and we leave it, there- to the understanding as a discussion in fore, to them and to the strictly religious natural sciences, or an essay on the belles journals to say

lettres. We are free to confess, however, to a In remarking, that we should leave the strong admiration of Mr. James's rhetorical doctrines of Mr. James to the strictly reendowments. He is a master of sidewy, ligious periodicals, we meant to suggest idiomatic English, and a most fresh and that we should like to see him thoroughly graceful style. Abstract as his specula- reviewed. We have a curiosity to see in tions are, from the very nature of his sub- what way so vigorous and trenchant an ject, he always contrives to invest them opponent of the orthodox formulas is to be with a genial and lively interest. One is met. It is clear, that a book of such manioften conscious of reading whole pages, fest vitality and talent should not be even without understanding them, from wholly ignored. It will make a profound the simple charm of the manner. But impression among earnest and cultivated when you do understand them, as you may men, many of whom have neither the time, nor the intellectual discipline to enable tonished at the number of “remarkable them to grapple with the deeper problems men” that he heard of, and we are quite it undertakes to solve, and who will, there- sure that the number has not decreased fore, naturally look to the regular standards since he left us. At any rate, Mr. Bartof opinion for instruction and help. Will lett tells us that Theodore Parker is one got some of the sturdier champions of the of the most remarkable men of our time;" xxccepted faiths, then, take up the glove of that Frederick Douglass is “a remarkable this armed and confident challenger, and man, who was born a slave in Maryland;"' put him to the test? The theological sys- that Mrs. Stowe has written “ a remarkable tem of Swedenborg, which he adopts sub- volume;" that Elihu Burritt's “ maternal stantially, but which he presents under grandfather, Hinsdale, was a remarkable somewhat new aspects, is silently making man," as Elihu is, himself; that James its way, we are told, among the younger

Russell Lowell is “ a remarkable man, and minds of the nation, and is altogether too a poet;" and so on, we presume, to the portentous a subject to be disinissed in the end of the chapter. Among this score of ordinary newspaper style. It may have remarkable men, we find the name of Wilbeen demolished, for aught we know, a

liam Cullen Bryant-sandwiched, too, bethousand times, but there would be no tween Joshua Giddings and Lyman Beecher harm in doing it over again, if it can be

--and we wonder how he got there. Bryant, be done, in the interest of the new

the most sby, modest, retiring of poets, generations.

who has lived thirty years in New York, - Cosas de España is one of the works

and is bardly known, personally, to as for which, as having partly first met the many men ; who shrinks, with the timidity public eye in our pages, we may be in

of a woman, from every sort of gaze, and dulged with a little paternal pride and

who has a much better acquaintance with satisfaction. It is, in fact, one of the most

the woods and fields than the haunts of racy, sensible, and sprightly records of a bipeds-to be classed as an agitator! It charming episode of European travel that we

is true that he has fearlessly discharged have seen. And so great an admiration have

the duties of his calling, as the editor of a we of the American talent for traveling,

newspaper ; but we can fancy, if he were and for telling the stories of travel, that

brought in actual contact with those with we intend in our June number to say some

whom he is here placed, how incontinently thing more at length about Cosas de

he would explode out of the hot company España, and some other recent books of

into the free, cool air ! travel. Until then, with a hearty com

The fact is, that we have little sympathy mendation of this most entertaining and

with Mr. Bartlett's worship of personalibrilliant volume, to which we may sincerely

ties, and think he might employ his pen to say, au revoir, we take leave of it.

better purpose. He is excusable, perhaps, -One might parody an ancient English

on the ground that nearly all of bis great jest, and say that the writer of American

men are abolitionists, who, baving had a Agitators and Reformers, who is Mr. D. W.

good deal of pounding heretofore, may be BARTLETT, seems to divide the world into

now entitled to a share of the pudding and men, women and the Beecher family. of praise ; and yet, as a general rule, he may the fifteen or twenty distinguished indi- adopt it, that good men do not like eulogy viduals whom he sketches, three are

and notoriety, and bad men do not deserve Beechers-Mrs. Stowe, old Mr. Lyman,

them--while the public is rather nauseated

with celebrities of all sorts. and young Master Henry Ward. We cannot confess to a knowledge of all Mr.

- Professor F. A. P. BARNARD's Letters on Bartlett's pets-N. P. Rogers being only

College Government, reprinted in pamphlet remotely discerned in these parts, while

form, from the Mobile Register, are very Mr. Ichabod Codding and Thurlow Brown lucidly and argumentatively written. The have never before come within range of our

following short extract is terribly true : object-glasses. But there are others of his

** The system of government existing in heroes whose names are more familiar to

American colleges, considered as a system

of moral restraint, is all but worthless. us; such as Garrison, Gough, Greeley, My own convictions would justify me in Giddings, and Frederick Douglase. When using even stronger language than this. Dickens was in this country, he was as- To me, it has all the character of an ascer.

tained fact, a matter of immediate knowledge, and not of inference or information, that initiation into the charmed collegial circle is, morally, rather a release from old restraints than an imposition of new ones.

Is it reasonable to expect good to grow out of a system like this? And if young men emerge spotless from the ordeal of a college life, is it not plain that they do so, not in consequence of the system, but in spite of it? Vice and crime would be unknown, but for temptation ; temptation would usually be powerless, but for opportunity. Youthful passions rarely fail to find the first; the American college system furnishes the second in its amplest form.”

Considerations like these may well appall every mother who is sending away her sons to finish their scholastic training in a college. She may very properly feel that she is casting her child into a whirlpool of the most dreadful dangers. Professor Barnard goes on to show how existing faults have been derived from the imitation, by our colleges, of the European universities; and to urge, very powerfully, the importance and practicability of a reform in the particulars considered, by giving up the dormitory system, leaving the students under the civil authority as to breaches of the peace and minor misdemeanors; and by placing colleges, whereever its possible, in large towns, instead of in remote rural locations. The arguments advanced in support of his views demand and deserve the most careful consideration, from all friends of colleges and of students.

- Harvestings in Prose and Verse, by SYBIL HASTINGS, is a collection of sketches of social life, interspersed with short poems. Of these last, very little can be said. The prose tales show considerable power of imagination, but are told in an overstrained, passionate way, and embody some incidents too little probable to be worked up satisfactorily, without a very remarkably plausible rhetoric.

-It has sometimes been inquired whether Mr. MELVILLE's Israel Potter is a romance or an authentic narrative; and in the dedieation of the book (which did not appear in our Montbly), he explains. He “Shortly after his return,” (i. e. Israel's return to this country from England,) * a little narrative of his adventures, forlornly published, on sleazy gray paper, appeared ainong the peddlers, written, probably, not by himself, bat taken down from his lips by

another. But, like the crutch-marks of the cripple at the Beautiful Gate, this blurred record is now out of print. From a tat: tered copy, rescned by the merest chance from the rag-pickers, the present account has been drawn, which, with the exception of some expansions, and additions of historic and personal details, and one or two shiftings of scenes, may, perhaps, be not unfitly regarded something in the light of a dilapidated old tomb-stone retouched.”

The original, however, is not so rare a Mr. Melville seems to think. At any rate, we have a copy before us, as we write which is clearly printed and neatly bound with a coarse wood-cut frontispiece, representing Israel as he trudged about London, with his two children, crying “old chairs to mend.” The title-page we copy for the benefit of the reader :"Life and Adventures of Israel R. Potter, (a native of Cranston, Rhode Island,) who was a soldier in the American Revolution, and took a distinguished part in the battle of Bunker hill, (in which he received three wounds.) after which he was taken prisoner by the British, conveyed to England, where, for 30 years, he obtained a livelihood for himself and family, by crying 'old chairs to mend' through the streets of London. In May last, by the assistance of the American Consul, he succeeded (in the 79th year of his age) in obtaining a passage to his native country, after an absence of 48 years. Providence : Printed by J. Howard, for I. R. Potter, 1824. Price 31 cents.”

Mr. Melville departs considerably from his original. He makes Israel born in Berkshire, Mass., and brings him acquainted with Paul Jones, as he was not. How far he is justified in the historical liberties he has taken, would be a curious case of literary casuistry.

--A Long Look Ahead, by A. S. Ros, is a story of rural life, of which the scene is laid in Fairfield county, Connecticut. It is an honest, hearty narrative of the successful struggles of a rather remarkably gifted young man, who, with his brother, begins with a small farm and two hundred dollars in cash, and ends with much more land and much more cash, besides great reputation and influence. As a work of art, the book is not of a high order. The language is very often either too good or too bad for the social standing of the speakers; and the incidents are selected, as if by some


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