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conventional rule, from an assortment of a similar history of every State were preincidents which had been used before. The pared, with the same intelligence, apprevalue of the work is in its detailed, truth- ciation, and ardor, the task of the national fal delineations of New England life; historian would become an easy and gratewhich are very creditable to Mr. Roe's ob- ful labor. servation.
The style of the narrative is sometimes -The History of Connecticut, from the first quite too ambitious, but the excess is easily settlement of the Colony to the adoption of the to be traced to that enthusiasm of the present Constitution, by G. H. HOLLISTER, is a author for his subject which best fits him work to be completed in two volumes, of to treat it well. He maintains stoutly the which the first is just issued. It is hand- side of the Yankees against the Knickersomely printed, and is enriched with accu- bockers, but, on the whole, he seems to us rately engraved portraits of several of the to do justice to all parties, even if, with famous men of Connecticut, Gov. John national jealousy, he is impatient of our Winthrop, Rev. John Davenport, Ezra good Diedrich Knickerbocker's estimate or Stiles, General Putnam, Jonathan Edwards, “the losel Yankees.” Oliver Wolcott, and others. The work is We shall await with great interest the not only invaluable to every son of Con- appearance of the second volume, which necticut, but it is the most interesting will contain, we learn, a careful examinarecent contribution to our history,-since tion of the connection of General Putnam all local history is part of the national with the battle of Bunker hill. And we history. The author says his “ main ob- cannot but congratnlate our neighbors, ject, in undertaking the work, was to turn that their history of the State has fallen to the attention of the descendants of the the pen of a scholar who adds to the accuConnecticut emigrants from the present to racy of the chronicler the imagination of the glorious past.
Indeed.no the poet. state, since the fall of Lacedæmon, has -BURNUAN sounds like Barnum, and ever, in the history of the world, waged so Mr. Burnham has written a book which many wars in the same number of years, reads like the book of Mr. Barnum. In with equal success, or voluntarily borne subject, style, and end, they are as like as such heavy burdens as Connecticut.” And two peas ; i. e, as like as a big pea and a when it is remembered how much of the little pea. Mr. Barnum made money by charm and romance of early New England woolly-borses and Fejee mermaids, and Mr. history, and the fierce Indian wars, bad for Burnham made money by Shanghai chickits scene the placid valley of the Connecti- ens. Mr. Barnum writes a book about the cut; that there Putnam was born and lived, way in which he did it, and Mr. Burnham and Edwards preached ; that it was the writes another book about the way in which land of blue laws, and the most ascetic he did it. Both practiced a little delusion Puritanism, of the Regicides and the Hart- on the public, and both are proud of it; ford Convention, and it will be seen at once and both bave resolved to let the public how important and ample, how various know what ninnies they were. The differand picturesque the material is, and we ence is, that Barnum is the more genucould hardly praise the work more than to ine humbug, or the Simon Pure of Humsay, that the material has found a worthy bugs; while Burnham is only an imitator. workman, and the historic traditions a Barnum bas the merit of originality, but sbrewd and genial chronicler.
Burnham bas no merit whatever. He only The present volume brings the history follows in the footsteps of his illustrious down to the capture of Lewisburg, in the predecessor. He is a pinchbeck copy of a old French War. It deals, not only with a pinchbeck model. He is the sneaking the political and religions affairs of the Jacques Strop striving to put on the large Colonists, bat presents careful and graphic and free manner of Robert Macaire-a pictures of old Colonial life and manners, miserable long-legged, befeathered, and with a penetrating and discriminating oppreesed-looking Shanghai, decking himanalysis of the old Connecticut character. self in the gay plumage of the peacock, It is a comprehensive and exhaustive sur- and chattering like a parrot. He is funny, vey of Connecticut society, in every aspect, of course : Barnum was irresistibly funny; from the settlement of the State. And if and so Burnham must be deadly-lively
He chuckles over the adroitness with which from the Queen for his fowls; but who he allowed the public to deceive itself,—to will be the next favorite? buy real imported Cochin-Chinas reared at It may seem beneath our while to notice Roxbury, and to pay twenty dollars a such books as this ; but such books are dozen for eggs, as if he had endowed the getting to be common in our literature, public with the royalest favors. He pre- and it is time that they were stopped. tended to sell chickens all the time that he -MRS. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE has just was only selling geese ; and his morality sent forth a Primary Geography, which is is, that if the geese were silly enough to be spoken of by practical teachers as a very sold, he might as well have the profits of the judicious one, clearly arranged, and wellbargain as any other rogue. It is pretty adapted to juvenile instruction. It differs certain that the public will be cheated, and in plan from other geographies, inasmuch it is better for you and I to cheat them, as it begins with the town in which the than Tom, Dick, and Harry. We shall learner is supposed to live, teaching him cheat them more scientifically than those all about the geography of that, and then vulgar knaves, we shall do it with a sly advancing gradually to the county, the laugh in our sleeve, but they with fear state, the nation, the continent, and finally and trembling; we shall make a joke out the world. The old way was to begin with of it, as well as a living, but they only a the world, and come down to the town, or, living, and that a poor one, ending at Sing- in other words, to descend from generals Sing.
to particulars. Mrs. Stowe ascends from Mr. Burnham heads one of the chapters particulars to generals. of his book (which is entitled The History - The New Pastoral, by Thomas Buof the Hen Fever, as we ought to have said CHANAN READ, (Philadelphia : Parry and before) with the motto, that “Policy is the McMillan) is a poem, in thirty-seven books best Honesty," and we have no doubt that
of blank verse. It treats of the homeliest it is the best he knows. He seems to think incidents of Western Pennsylvanian life. that if one can feather his nest, like one of of twenty or thirty years ago, in the homehis own Dorkings or Bantams, he has done liest manner. The Husking, the Fourth of all. There is no virtue and wisdom beyond July, the common-place and the rural that. And yet, let us tell Mr. Burnham, charm of the country, all bave their praise and all who would do like him, that it is and their careful description. The poem not very great, or wise, or noble, or saga- has the same scope as Goethe's Hermann cious, or even cunning, to take in a fool. and Dorothea, and a prolix minuteness like Here is an extract from a letter addressed
Thomson's Seasons. The happy and unto him by one of his victims,-a man who
bappy loves of village girls and youths, paid twenty-six dollars for three fowls: however, do not afford incident or variety “i bred them orl by themselves an never
of passion enough for 249 pages. The had no other cockrill ou my plase, an i no
andscape and festival descriptions do not yu cheeted me like the devi, an yu no it seem accessory to the human interest of
the poem, but they supersede it. The Surely, it is not a very dificult or glori- pastoral, as it is the most fascinating, so ous thing to have deluded a fellow such as it is the most difficult style, to treat well. this letter indicates,-a thing to write a It tends to monotony and dullness, and only book about, and call upon the world to a very masterly genius can withstand these admire. Some crimes have an air of mag- tendencies, and by the cunning play of its nificence about them, but robbing a hen- resources make a graceful and complete roost, or picking the pocket of an idiot, or poem. Mr. Read's work is, in one sense, misleading a very old countrywoman in a complete. It touches, with varying power very large city, is not of this class.
of description, all the aspects of American It is curious in the history of swindles, rural life. So far, it is curious, and will that the adepts should all aim at Queen be always interesting to the historical Victoria, as if she were the prime hen of student. But it nowhere kindles the reader's all to be plucked. Why is it that they all mind with sympathy, or the exquisite sense apply to Buckingham Palace for pass- of entire mastery. The New Pastoral is ports ? Barnum paraded Tom Thumb be- tedious, and we doubt if many, who begin fore royalty, and Burnham got a portrait with the first page, will persevere, much
less be irresistibly swept on, to the two Landseer, Maclise, Haydon, Wyatt, Eahundred and forty-ninth. A work of the gene Sue, Casimir Delavign, Alfred de kind here attempted might well be the work Vigby, Mlle. Rachel, Emile de Girardin, of a lire, and would be quite sufficient for Louis Napoleon, Chorley, Macready, Barry a permanent reputation. American rural
Cornwall, the Mathewses, Milnes, Dicklife offers no less material for the great poet ens, Thackeray, Washington Irving, N. P. than English, or German, or Italian. But Willis, etc., etc.; not forgetting Baboo The New Pastoral is not the poem which Dwarkanouth Tagore, the celebrated Hinwill be cherished in solitary cottages, and doo, and America Vespucci. Her saloon. scanned by delighted farmers as the poetic though less powerful in its social influence picture of their life. It is written with than that of Madame De Stael, and in some sincerity and feeling: there are descrip: respects less brilliant than those of Madame tions which have great truth of detail, and
Geoffrin and Lady Holland, must take its the poem has the great merit of a subdued place among the most intellectual known and natural tone. There is no strain after to history. As a reunion of wit and ge-, something fine. It is often crude, but nius, it was deficient only in one direction rather in thought than in manner. On the the want of women. We do not find whole, we should call it a work by which
there, as in the other assemblages we have Mr. Read will maintain, but will hardly named, and in the dazzling salons of Mlle. enhance, his reputation. In entering the Contat, Madam Recamier, Lady Charlefield of descriptive pastoral poetry he finds ville, the beauty which is the inspiration Bryant, Lowell, and Street before him.
of both wit and genius. The Countess of But his various works evince a resolution
Blessington, with an occasional female to do something, and to do it well, and we friend from the continent, and her nieces. see no reason why Mr. Read should be the
were the sole divinities : but what is soleast in any field where he chooses to
ciety, howerer brilliant, without the labor.
presence of its most enduring and tender -- SYDNEY SMITH, in his review of
charm? The deficiency, however, was one Madame D'Epinay's Memoirs, says, “There
of choice, on the part of the Countess, and used to be in Paris, under the ancient
not of necessity, as some have alleged, to régime, a few women of brilliant talents, her disadvantage. Among her correspondwho violated all the common duties of ents were many distinguished women, such life, and gave very pleasant little sup
as Mrs. Hall, Mrs. Sigourney, Lady Canterpers." of the same class, in London, bary, etc. according to general report, was the late What a fine life was that of the Countess Lady Blessington-and this report was of Blessington! some will, perhaps, exclaim. true, so far as the brilliant talents Beauty, wealth, fashion, admiration, luxand the little suppers are concerned. A ury, fame, genius, travel, art-all were woman of remarkable beauty, of graceful hers! But no, dear reader, it was not a manners, charming conversation, and the fine life -- even if there had been no kindest heart, her house—which shone with Death at the feast. Life, to be really finé. all the splendors of a palace, chastened must have other objects than these,--higher by the refinements of artistic taste-was the aims than such successes and better lights resort of the most distinguished authors than the flashes of wit. Look behind it, and wits of her time. The names of into the naked facts of it, and how much of her intimate friends and admirers recall it is sad and hideous? Lady Blessington, many of the brightest in the politics, the whose maiden name was Power, was the literature, and the arts of the last half cen- daughter of a rollicking, murderous Irishtury. Among them, for instance, are such as
man, bankrupt in fortune, character. and Byron, Landor, Moore, the two D'Israelis, domestic happiness, who ought to have the two Bulwers, the two Smiths (Horace been hung, but was not. In her fifteenth and James), Lord Lyndhurst, the Duke of year she was married, against her will, to a Wellington, Lord Holland, Henry Erskine, half-crazy Captain, whom she was obliged Dr. Parr, Lord John Russell, the Prince to desert in a few years, and who subse. Soutro, Hospidar of Moldavia, William quently died in a drunken frolic. Her se. Godwin, Fonblanque, Thomas Noon Tal- cond husband, the Earl of Blessington, fourd, Thos. Campbell, Galt, Reynolds, though an accomplished man, to whom she was attached, was a used-up, extravagant burly, true-hearted man, as he is, amid lord, who wasted immense estates in self- the ruins of that splendid mansion, the indulgence, and compelled his daughter, only one of all its former joyous crowds, not fifteen years of age, to marry Count with tears in his eyes! We are sure we D'Orsay, whom she bad not seen till within shall read the next number of the “New a few weeks of the ceremony, and from comes" with additional zest. whom she shortly separated. On the death -In St. Domingo, its Revolutions and of the Earl she lived in magnificent style in its Hero, by C. W. ELLIOTT, we have a London, with her son-in-law, the Count, as a brief but spirited and deeply interesting accompanion, harassed by debts, though her count of the career of Toussaint L'Ouverincome for most of the time could not ture, the liberator of St. Domingo. After have been less than twenty thousand dol- an allusion to the history and condition of lars a year, until the entire establishment the island up to 1789, when the first insurwas sold under execution, and she and the rection of the slaves took place, the author Count were obliged to take refuge in Paris. passes to the personal character and conduct She died in comparative poverty--though of Toussaint Breda, who afterwards took so not deserted-and the Count soon followed important a political part. Mr. Elliott de her, the victim of disappointment and scribes the incidents of his career with bold Louis Napoleon's ingratitude. Now, that and startling effect; and, by a remarkable is not a fine life! That is not a great power of condensation, presents a complete success! The Countess, however, appears picture of varied and protracted action, in to have ben a person of noble and generous a few touches. His style, however, is wantdisposition, passionately beloved by all ing in simplicity at times, particularly in who knew her (as the fine tribute in Lan- passages which appear to have been sugdor's recent letter shows).
gested by the spasmodic Carlyle. Her Memoirs, by Dr. MADDEN, recently --Professor John DARBY, of Auburn, re-published by the Harpers, is a book of Alabama, has prepared a Botany of the absorbing interest, though perfectly unpar- Southern States, which is presented to Coldonable in its free use of private letters. leges and High-schools as a text-book. In It tells the story of the Countess's literary the first part, the leading principles of ve. life with fidelity, and in a sympathizing getable anatomy and physiology are pretone. The letters in it, from eminent sented in a concise form, with a variety of men, are mostly on personal topics, full wood-cut illustrations; and in the second, of compliments and mutual admiration, a descriptive classification of all the plants but are entertaining-especially those of of the Southern States is given. As far as Landor, Dickens, Mathews, and Sir William we are able to judge, the book is wellGell. But the most amusing are several executed and complete. by Viscount D'Arlingcourt, a French REPRINTS.--Mr. Calvin Blanchard has nobleman and writer, who combines as reproduced in this country the English much aristocratic hauteur with authorial translation, by MARIAN Evans, of FEUERconceit as can easily be imagined. The BACH's celebrated work called “ The Essupreme disdain with which he speaks of sence of Christianity.” It ought to bave the bookseller, (whom he wishes to print been called the “ Essence of Infidelity, or a translation of one of his works,) and Naturalism the true Religion,”—for it his avaricious anxiety to drive a good is one of the most audacious attacks on bargain, at the same time, are ludicrously all religion that we have read-audacious contrasted. A sentence in one of the and yet puerile. Feuerbach occupies, in letters written to Lady Blessington in common with Strauss, (not be of the fine Paris, after the auction sale of Gore waltzes, as an English periodical laughably House, by one of the domestics left behind, asserted,) and Bruno-Bauer, the extreme will suggest a thought or two :-“Le Doc- left of Hegelianism in Germany. Strauss, tor Quin est venu plusieur fois, etc. M. in his “Life of Jesus," endeavors to explode Thackeray est venu aussi, et avait les larmes the historical verity of Christianity, Bruaux yeur, en partant. C'est peutêtre la seule no-Bauer its biblical evidences, while personne que j'ai vu réelement affecté en votre Feuerbach completes the circle, by an asdepart." Think of the picture. The cold, sault upon Christianity in general. The stern satirist, as he is called, the big, peculiar stand-point of the latter, given out with much apparent philosophical pre- Human opinions are all subject to progress cision, is this,-that all religion is the mere and change, but the absolute and the eterprojection into objective existence of the nal, in which alone our thoughts and affecinward thoughts and emotions of the hu- tions can rest, ceases to be the absolute man being. Man is distinguished from and eternal, when we conceive of it, not as the brutes by the simple fact of self-con- self-subsistent, but as the mere projection sciousness,-by his ability to make his of our own nature. species, his essential nature, an object of — The Banking-House, by SAMUEL PHILthought. He possesses, consequently, a LIPS, is a short story, singularly and rather two-fold life, an inner and outer life, the roughly constructed. Its situations and first having relation to his species, or to events spring from the efforts of Michael his general nature, and the second to his Allcraft, the Banker, to preserve the busiindividual nature. But this inner life ness reputation and pay the debts of his seems to him always infinite, and outer life father, Abraham Allcraft, who, though reonly is finite or limited. His self-conscious- puted enormously rich, died insalvent. In ness, consequently, is essentially infinite. these efforts. Michael is thwarted by the The power of will, the power of thought, villainy of one of his partners, and the foland the power of affection, which consti- lies of the two others; and the various tute this self-consciousness, are infinite excitements prepared for the reader, which powers and are the ground and substance are all painful are founded upon the narof all religion; considered as objective ex- rative of the terrible efforts of the unbappy istences, these three-fold powers are God- and overmatched man, the successively the Trinity. The consciousness of the ob- deeper miseries into which he falls, and his ject and self-consciousness, coincide and are death, when broken in health and reputaone. Religion is the relation of man to tion, and penniless. His sorrow is aggra. himself.- to his own subjective nature; vated by remorse for having borrowed all but a relation to it viewed as a nature his wife's large fortune, to repair bis sucapart from his own. The divine being, so cessive losses, and by her prospective called, is nothing else but the human being poverty. She at last finds refuge in a freed from the limits of the individual
country parsonage, and in doing good. man, or made objective, and contemplated The remaining characters are left to hang and revered as another or distinct being. themselves; at least, they are entirely un
It will be seen that this is naturalism accounted for. The book is well written, run to seed, or rather naturalism carried but must, apparently, either have been out to its extreme and legitimate expres- very hastily composed, or have been much sion. Starting from the doctrine—too gene- cut down and compressed for insertion in rally accepted, we fear, both in the Church the periodical where it first appeared ; inand the world—that man is the source of somuch that it does not adequately show his own life,
its author's power. The use of significant ** Himself, his world, and his own God,"
names, too openly significant, as in many
other novels, destroys all the illusion of it ends with the denial of the Infinite the story. When we read of a cunding Goodness and Wisdom as the living and miser named Allcraft, of a projector named substantial source of all life.
Planner, we cannot read, in the truthful There is some truth in Feuerbach's state- and pleasant, appropriate delusion, that ment that men make their own God, -that there were sucb men. Names of this kind in the heroic times, he is the God of Bat- should only be used in professed allegory. tles,-to the Jew a narrow and avenging - Fabiola ; or, the Church of the Catacombs, Deity,--to the martyr a sympathetic suffer- by His Eminence CARDINAL WISEMAN, is a er,-to the devout monk a larger Pope, Roman Catholic religious novel, which and to the speculative thinker, like Hegel, treats of events supposed to bave hapas Menzel says, a pedant on the throne of pened at Rome, in the first half of the the Universe; but these errors of former, fourth century, during the persecutions and even of the present time, need not under Dioclesian and Maximian. For obscure our conceptions of Him, as he is Protestant readers it has little interest, declared to be in Revelation, or as he is except as a literary curiosity. It is a book loved and revered by the regenerate heart. of the same class with Amy Herbert, and