istan. are presented those facts and reliable statements which justify the assurance of its continued and sustained development in the future. tracting parties on each side are, in point of fact, the forces employed for its suppression, and partly mation that will be found convenient and valua- declared "that the Press and Pulpit of the United of all government. We mean the peace, quiet, interest of the public by the officers and men,' &c., &c. The contrast thus referred to is striking. Whether we take Philadelphia and New York in the East, or Cincinnati and St. Louis in the West, we are struck by the broad comparison between the lawlessness and crime which belong to them, and the quiet which prevails in Baltimore. story. Our citizens are not murdered in broad Police service in Baltimore is "well discharged in has a vain woman to do with children? What sunlight upon the most frequented streets, nor the interest of the public." It is organised for love has she to spare from herself for others? are our criminals permitted to escape and laugh, the protection of the city-the preservation of its This, I grant you, is a very slender example; but in their secure retreats, at the impotence of jus- good order and the security of its people. It is you may multiply examples to suit yourself. Of all the bad women of the world, the worst, pertice. The proceedings of our tribunals rarely rise not political, and has neither partisan duties to haps, have been the most accomplished. From to the height of dramatic interest; nor does the perform nor partisan purposes to subserve. Its such instances we know that it may be possible to enormity of crime give a tragic character to the duty is plain, distinctly presented, and easily com- train the intellect without enlarging the underformal trials of our courts. The fact is, that with prehended-a duty which, indeed, finds its best standing. Thackeray gives an example in Blanche a large and daily increasing population, we enjoy definition in the fact that it is discharged only "in Amory of pretty accomplishments serving to cover in Baltimore, so far as crime is concerned, all the the interest of the public." up a cold heart and shallow brain. stillness and monotony of a peaceful, law-abiding We need have no hesitation, therefore, in Will you tell me because our artist paints pretty village. This may be deemed a proof of pro- contrasting our police organisation with that of pictures of innocents and angels, that he himself becomes evangelised by his art? How many vincialism by those who pretend to discover in other cities. We certainly would find no difficulty artists have been holy men? If your artist loves quiet and sobriety the absence of life and enter- in showing that its freedom from partisan in his art, he cultivates himself to be proficient; and prise. Be it so. We at least escape that defiant fluences is, of itself, sufficient to insure its a love of approbation is an element enlarged withmetropolitan and centralised crime which, scorn- efficiency. And when we add that no unwise or in him. There is no humility in fondness for aping the ordinary masks of concealment, accom- partisan legislation has been permitted to place it plause; without humility no man is great or good plishes its bloody work, beneath the rays of the in hostile attitude to the authorities it is bound to or true. It will not do to say that art, as we know morning sun, while the steps of the policeman obey and the people it is designed to serve, we it, may not consist with goodness. It may, indeed, are echoing upon his beat. At dead of night one have given the full explanation of the difference forms of vice and sin; but, of itself, it has no restrain men from the lower and more repulsive may walk, in Baltimore, from Fell's Point to between it and a system constructed upon principower to generate goodness. Your art is all the Franklin Square in perfect safety, encountering ples directly antagonistic-of which we can offer better if you are a good man; but if you are not a no lurking robber or desperate assassin; unmo- no better illustration than the Metropolitan Po- good man your art will never make you one. lested even by the noisy insolence of some drunken lice force of New York, whether we look to the We may even carry this doctrine farther. As I roysterer. In a word, life and property are so basis of its original organisation, or the glaring grow more and more famous, I get more and more safely guarded-or rather require so little protec- evidences of its positive inefficiency. fond of fame-as men getting rich, increase their tion-that it is the most exceptional occurrence fondness for money. My art flourishes; art and the artist concentrate. Everything must pay tri for our authorities to record an assault upon the bute to my passion-emotion becomes to me a mere one or a violation of the rights of the other. We The doctrine that refinement of taste does not hand-maid, converted to the conscious purposes of are not disposed to strengthen this statement by imply pre-eminence in virtue, is a commonplace art. I look upon the moral beatitudes as the contrasting with its undoubted truth the admitted in our experience. And yet, to attempt to demon-cold materials of professional success. I don the lawlessness of other cities. But the other day strate that the cultivation of art is not intimately habiliments of heroic action, as the actor does his the Philadelphia press published the annual re- related to the culture of morals, is to combat a spangles. My impulse is not real; my warmth port of crimes committed in that city during the prevalent delusion. Most people imagine they are and glow on paper or canvas are the cool calculayear 1868. The aggregate was terrible in extent; their eyes for the beautiful. If a clear head had selfish self-homage. My purpose is to affect others; doing a fine thing for their hearts if they educate tions of phrase and pigment, and their motive is still more frightful in the character of the crimes as much to do with a sound heart, as it has to do it is doubtful whether I am myself affected, except enumerated. In New York the picture is much with a sound body, we might accept the necessary with the desire to gain the encomiums of mankind, darker. Crime seems to be there centralised and relationship of true art to sound morals for an through the surface-rapture of easy sensibility, or consolidated. Every degree of offence, every axiom. But, unfortunately, we may train the in- a sensual fondness for pleasure and surprise. It is conceivable enormity of outrage is there repre- tellect, cultivate the fancy, fill the imagination not proven that pleasure is happiness, nor that sented. The confessions of its press are pathetic. with stores of imagery, and the memory with moral goodness is not frequently very miserable. Murder, robbery and incendiarism are rife. The learning, without disturbing the equanimity of I grant you, if your art is infused with goodness in our morals in the least; the latter may be as per- yourself, to begin with, it will be all the better for law is powerless, and the officers of the law are sistently bad, as the former are rich, vigorous and it; but your goodness cannot be very much imfaithless or impotent. Neither menace nor re- fruitful. From these indications we come to a proved by your art alone. If the moral qualities ward can discover the murderers of Rogers-no plain statement of the case: there is, of necessity, predominate in him, it will direct the artist's work; ingenuity of detectives can trace the burglar or no ethies in aesthetics-or, to speak plainly, a man but he may imitate goodness in art as he imflates the bond robbers-no accuracy of inspection may may be ever so much of an artist, and yet ever sublimity in nature, and yet be himself a beggar discover the hidden track of the incendiary. Men so little a man of real virtue. Honesty is not art; in both. look each other in the face and ask-To what are nor is faith skill. You may have accuracy of eye, we coming?—or talk desperately of Lynch-law soundness of judgment, keen perception-in a and Vigilance Committees and yet hopelessly word, the faculty of seeing and understanding the truth, without living up to it. We are bandying abandon all projects of relief-all schemes of commonplaces and truisms; but see where our safety and protection. The public journals grave- conclusions lead us. Your daughter, for example, ly deprecate such extreme application of the prin- learns all those pretty things your means and her ciple of self-defence-yet admit the existence of capacity can give her. You see that her skin is every crime and the impotence of the law to pre-softer than her waiting-maid's, her eyes more vent or punish its commission. THE ETHICS OF ART. a You may reach, indeed, a true definition of art, by denying to it any original element of righteousness. It is eternally working upon high subjects, and plucking flowers from the law and the proph ets; but, if it were not art, it would use these experiences less for the purpose of visible shows and more for silent and spiritual well-being. I heard keen observation the other day which tallies with other wise and accepted sayings. Said one: "It is liquid, her movements more graceful, her speech your inarticulate people who feel most;"--another Now, why does a contrast so marked as this more musical. You somehow fancy that these rendering of the proverb that still waters run deep. exist between Baltimore and the other cities to and visible signs of an inward and spiritual grace. most, we keep closest to ourselves. No purely rebeautiful attributes pass current for the outward In general, the things we wish for most and feel which we have referred? We have not overdrawn Whereas, the truth is, they answer to charm ligious person cares to be seen of men: you canit. On the contrary, we have at hand the statis- the sense and captivate the fancy, without enlarg- not imagine an art which never sees the light of tics which present, in astounding array, the varied ing the heart or quickening the sympathies in the day. It is not art if it is invisible. To make it and desperate crimes which make up the official least. Art, indeed, is in part a system of con- visible we dress it up and set it off, patch up its police reports of New York. We have, more- cealment: it acts imitatively. In so far as it imi-infirmities, obscure its defects, and play all kinds over, the tables compiled in other cities, exhibit- tates nature, it supplants her. But the worst of of tricks to deceive and stimulate the imagination ing, in different degrees, the same defiance of law it all is, that many accomplishments in art breed of beholders. A continuous process of this kind vanity, and vanity is the meanest form of selfish- not only stimulates vanity and self-worship, but it -the same indifference to its penalties-resulting ness. You may make keen the sensibilities by re- may quicken the intellect at the expense of the in the same insecurity of life and property. Many finement and culture; but you can never form the heart. answers to this inquiry may be suggested; but character upon the fleeting susceptibilities of The truth is, we seldom see a successful artist one of them, we fancy, will be sufficient. The physical softness, or mere mental delicacy. What who is not vain: to resist applause and flattery re quires something more than art and mere love of art can supply. The good man bends his art to his own goodness, and never makes the good and true pay homage to the beautiful in art. or the Dire of Valerius Cato, could not stand the ing attentively upon the other side. The teacher's running fire of keen, stinging, rankling satire that face is of a thoroughly familiar type, such as one Rochefort kept up, week after week, in the col- may see a dozen times in the course of a day. It umns of the Figaro. M. Villemessant, the pro- is a sweet tranquil face, conveying an idea more of You will fancy we have struck a trivial, sing-prietor of the paper, received official intimation goodness than of character-contrasting strongly song subject. To be sure, all that has been said is that he must either stop the Figaro, or dispense in this respect with the prematurely old expression not new; but it will bear repetition, and the appli- with the services of M. Rochefort. of the little girl. This latter figure is the princication is serious and without limit. At the bottom Now M. Villemessant was a good friend of pal feature in the picture; in fact it is the picture. of conventional society, at the root of almost every Rochefort, but he was a much better friend of Vil- A little slight figure-pale and thin-the straggling social evil, lie the beautiful and sensuous delusions lemessant and the Figaro. Small blame to him, unkempt hair, the pinched and sharply defined of art. We have known false systems of religion indeed, if he judged it better for all concerned to face, the ill-fitting untidy dress, all betoken povsustained by a great show of beauty and grandeur have his paper without his chroniqueur, than his erty; the look and attitude indicate a disposition in the arts. We have known dynasties and races chroniqueur without a paper. So the two friends not unwilling to learn, yet half incredulous of the of mankind go down under the exclusive worship parted, probably with tears and embraces, though reality either of Divine or human love. The simof the arts. To charm the sense is easier and we have no record of the fact. ple surroundings are those of a quiet corner in a pleasanter, if not better, than to mortify the flesh. Rochefort wished to start a paper of his own, church or school-room; all the details and the sober The better and wiser men and women grow, the but the Ministry, as was to be expected, refused and subdued coloring of the picture are in perfect less is demanded of art alone, and the more of him the necessary license. When, however, the harmony with the subject. As a whole, it is a simple truth. Shall we be so simple as here to new law regulating the press went into operation, painting, as we have said, of remarkable merit; state, that the follies of fashion, the sillier vanities his hands were untied, and he at once started the the best of Mr. Mayer's that we remember to have of dress, are a sign of purely artificial life, and Lanterne. As if he knew that his time was likely seen. cover up a hollow insincerity; deaden but never to be short, he threw into it all his force, and appease an uncomfortable yearning and unrest opened all his light artillery on the Imperial Govthat lie like an echoless solitude in our hearts!ernment, to the extreme delight of the malicious People who affect art imagine they do a fine thing, Parisians. As a consequence, in brief time he had and society is apt to agree that refinement by cul- rendered himself liable to more than two years ture simply is all that is to be wished for. Let us imprisonment. go on gadding after false gods, but if we must A veritable Bohemian in his habits, he was percherish delusions, let us at least have the satisfac-fectly reckless of his safety; and yet those habits tion of knowing it; and, among the rest, let us stood him in good stead, for of all men he was one come coolly up to this matter, face to face, con- of the hardest to find. His friend, more concerned fessing that art alone, which is man's, cannot of about him than he was about himself, set to work itself bring goodness, which is God's. to hunt him up, and the faithful Villemessant at last got hold of him. He represented to his old friend the extreme danger in which he stood, and HENRI ROCHEFORT. No part of a French newspaper is more interest-after much difficulty obtained his consent to take ing, or more characteristic, than the Chronique or record of passing events, and in none is the airy grace and versatility of Parisian journalists more strikingly displayed. Unfettered by the formalities that limit the more dignified editorial article, for this department of the paper nothing is too high or two low. The overthrow of a dynasty, or the animated group of sailors busily at work upon the removal of a street lamp, are alike occasions the ice, with the blue sky overhead and the yellow for lively gossip or sparkling wit. A brilliant and reflection of the setting sun, give an air of cheerfulvivacious chronicler soon wins high favor with the In Brussels, where he has a multitude of friends, ness almost to the scene which we should imagine public, and some of the most prominent writers of he was received with enthusiasm. He immediately it was by no means the artist's intention to convey. France have first achieved popularity in the col-recommenced the publication of his Lanterne, The printed description of the picture furnished umns of the nominally trivial, but really impor- which is now sharper and more envenomed than to visitors, informs us that "the burning ship in tant Chronique. ever, and a large edition of which, notwithstand- the distance, having been abandoned, has been set ing the stringency of the law, is smuggled into on fire to prevent its collision with other vessels, France, and sold at extravagant prices, its charac- as after the melting of the ice, the current would ter of forbidden fruit making it all the more eagerly otherwise take it down the coast, and directly in sought after. the track of vessels crossing in the ocean, in their Apropos of Rochefort's carelessness, M. Ville-passage to and from Europe." None of this is apmessant says:parent from the picture. We only know it upon being told. The first thought of the spectator is that of surprise at finding represented upon the same canvass-as if occurring at the same time and in the same neighborhood-such a coincidence of marine disasters, as the destruction of two shipsone by fire-the other by ice. This necessity for At Butler & Perrigo's, North Charles street, there are two pictures to which public attention is invited. One, by William Bradford, of New York, is entitled "Crushed by Icebergs;"—the subject, a vessel crushed by the ice, and abandoned by her crew, who are endeavoring to make their way in boats to other vessels or to the land. In some respects this picture, which exhibits considerable power in the mode of treatment, as well as a great deal of labor and pains in the execution, is a disappointment. It fails to convey the idea either "of the solitude of the Northern regions," or of the imminent perils to which mariners sailing in those frozen seas are subject. We do not even feel a great deal of concern for the wrecked ship, refuge in Brussels. This point once gained, Ville- which looks as if she might hold together for sevmessant, knowing his man, never let him out of eral hours or days, perhaps, longer, or for the crew, his sight until he saw him safely off. He also took who are leisurely engaged in their preparations for the very necessary precaution of putting him in escape. The sight of other vessels in the distance charge of a trusty person as an escort; for Roche--the idea of warmth suggested by the spectacle of fort is so extremely absent-minded and careless, one which is represented comfortably burning-and that if left to his own guidance he might have turned up next at Compiègne or Biarritz, or more probably still, at his own office in Paris. Henri Rochefort, editor of the world-renowned Lanterne, first brought himself into public notice in this way. He was first a theatrical critic, and then one of the editors of the Charivari or French Punch, a paper which, considering that it represents the wit of so witty a nation, to that nation's entire satisfaction, apparently, has always aston- "On the evening of his hurried departure for ished us by its thinness and weakness. Perhaps Brussels, he had bought a new umbrella, which, the French require less to make them laugh than as a matter of course, he forgot and left at my other people-but this by the way. Rochefort was house. Now he has not an idea where he left it; next the chronicler of the Figaro, and soon be- but if I write and tell him that he left his umcame famous for the vivacity of his style, his inex-brella with me, he will run over my note in his haustible powers of satire, and the pungent sharp- hasty fashion, catch the notion that I left my um- explanation-this inability to tell its own story-is ness of his sarcasm. For years the Figaro owed brella with him, and send me at once a new one its great popularity almost entirely to Rochefort's to replace it." pen. Being a fierce opponent of the present dynasty, as well of the ideas which it represents or is supposed to represent, as of the persons of the Emperor and his favorites, he omitted no opportunity of letting fly a telling shot against them. Now witty satire or ridicule is of all modes of attack the most galling, and Frenchmen seem of all men most impatient of it, probably because each and every man of that nation has a more or less definite idea that the eyes of the universe are fixed upon him. So the men who bore with tolerable patience Victor Hugo's furious invective, in which there is about as much wit as in the Curse of Ernulphus, SOME PICTURES. a fault in any painting. Nevertheless, we should be slow to say that Mr. Bradford's picture is devoid of merit. With regard to its fidelity as a representation of that particular phase of nature, we At Fryer's, No. 206 Baltimore street, there is cannot hazard an opinion-first, because we are now on exhibition a painting by Constant Mayer, not familiar ourselves with Arctic scenery, and which possesses unusual merit. It is called "Good secondly, because we are told that "Mr. Bradford Words." The title hardly suggests the subject. visited the coast of Labrador four successive seaA young lady-teacher-apparently a Sunday sons, sailing as high as the 55th parallel of latitude, School teacher-with the open Bible in her lap, is in his own vessel fitted out at Boston." instructing a little ragged girl whom she has drawn Bispham's "Dead in the Desert," also on exhiclose to her side, and whose face wears an expres- bition at Butler & Perrigo's, is leonine both in subsion half-sullen, half-pleased-of habitual sullen-ject and treatment. A living lion standing erect, ness giving way to a sense of unaccustomed pleas- with eyes glaring with rage and wonder, over the ure, at the kindness shown her and the "Good body of his dead mate-just slain by the huntersWords" she hears. Two other children are listen-all else a barren waste of rock and sand-is the A little farther up Charles street, at the studio of whole picture. Both figures-particularly that of The two overtures of Rossini were very well exe- of a class of musical works composed during a the dead lioness-exhibit considerable skill in ani- cuted. The horns-we are sorry to have to speak certain period, while in that same lapse of time mal painting, though we have seen better lions- of them so often-played in Semiramide a little other composers lived whose works have not yet in a menagerie. better than when this overture was performed for been performed, and are entirely unknown to the Mr. A. J. Way, may be seen a recent production the first time; but they are very far from being from the pencil of that artist, which is full of clev- good, and their case must be hopeless, as we noIt is entitled a "Christmas Memory." A ticed that their part in this overture has been plate with grapes and raisins, an orange and some altered in one place. apples, almonds and walnuts, a decanter of sherry erness. and a wine-glass nearly full, constitute a charming public of this city. NEMO. The programme of the sixth concert did not contain any new selection. There were, moreover, two overtures of Rossini among five pieces-which Mrs. Weiller played the Romance and Rondo is a fault. The concerts of an Academy of Music of Chopin's Concerto in E. It was a very fine being intended to educate the masses, the proselection, and Mrs. Weiller has interpreted per-gramme should always be composed of selections fectly the character of the music. Her execution from very different schools and periods, so that is very brilliant, neat and precise, and her touch the public may be taught by way of comparison. both exquisite and graceful, but lacks energy. We We shall, therefore, always insist upon the greatmust say, however, that the piano she used had a est variety in the programmes. Music of all ages, muffled tone, and could scarcely be heard from schools and styles, should be brought before the the end of the hall. It is a further evidence that public; no preference ought to be shown by the piano solos ought to be suppressed, because only Director, who should constantly pass from anthose can enjoy them who have their seats close tique to modern and from modern to antique. We believe that it may be of some interto the stage. Miss Hunt's friends, instead of shrinking from est to our readers to have the programme of a just appreciation of her performances, ought to similar concert in Paris a few weeks ago: Selecbe grateful that her failings have been pointed out tions from Symphony, D minor, (Schumann); to her by the press. The unprejudiced criticisms Overture, Le Vaisseau fantôme, (Wagner); Balof The American have had such a good effect let from Prometheus, (Beethoven); Selection from on that vocalist, that last Friday we noticed she Romeo and Juliet, (Berlioz); Overture to Semihad entirely lost the ungraceful motion she used ramide, (Rossini.) to make with her shoulders. Has not that musical chronicler shown himself a truer friend than those who praised her so inconsiderately? We do not admire Miss Hunt's voice, neither do we Mr. Van Reuth, be it mentioned, who is a young admire much her school, still we acknowledge The New Eclectic fully maintains its right to artist of great merit, a Belgian by birth, formerly that she sung Donizetti's cavatina from Torquato the first place among magazines, to which our Vice-President of the Antwerp Academy, proposes Tasso better than any other selection she sung be- notice of the January number assigned it. That to open a School of Drawing and Painting in this city-an undertakng for which he possesses pecu- fore. With the exception of one scale, the runs for February, now before us, presents a table liar qualifications, and in which he has our best were more correctly and evenly sung. Her trills, of contents varied in character and marked by a very tasteful discrimination in its selections-all wishes for his success. It may not be amiss to add on the contrary, which we have always admired, of which are brief and attractive. "The Woman's that the recent article in this paper on "American were not so good as usual, and too abruptly short- Kingdom" is concluded, and "Phineas Finn," we Art," which attracted a good deal of attention ened towards the end. Whether our suggestions suppose, will soon reach its final chapter-much from art-critics and connoisseurs, was from the in regard to the Peabody concerts have been to the satisfaction of a large class of readers who pen of Mr. Van Reuth. listened to or not, they have been acknowledged have unwillingly surrendered the pages occupied PEABODY INSTITUTE-ACADEMY OF to be just, by the fact that artists have been called by these serials. A very excellent and life-like from outside of the Conservatory to perform; portrait of Victor Hugo, engraved from an origithat only two movements of Gade's Symphony have been executed; Mrs. Weiller had herself the good taste not to play the whole Concerto of Chopin. Such a long performance would have destroyed the good impression made by the parts she played with so much talent. MUSIC-SIXTH ORCHESTRAL CONCERT. Madame Parepa's protracted illness having prevented her again from taking part in the second advertised concert, we thought better to go to the Peabody, where the presence of the President elect had drawn a very numerous audience. Reviews. MAGAZINES. nal photograph, adorns the magazine, and is accompanied by a sketch of the distinguished exile, from the pen of Mr. William Hand Browne, which will be read with great pleasure. Among the selections-taken from a variety of sources, at home and abroad-are several contributed articles, which add to the interest and value of the present number. We have, heretofore, so freely expressed our opinion of the taste and judgment which distinguish the editorial conduct of the New Eclectic, The Symphony of Gade was no better appre- We have never attacked Mr. Southard as a ciated by the public after a second hearing. musician. So we feel ourselves still more at libThough the musical chronicler of The Sun had erty to make our observations upon all matters that we have scarcely a word of praise to add. We taken pains after its first performance to explain concerning the organisation of the concerts. We may repeat, however, that our original appreciawith the greatest particularity all the ideas which perceive already in the Director a wish to diversify tion of its excellence is justified and strengthened the composer has intended to express, the public the programmes by the selections made and ad- by each succeeding number, and we offer a real does not seem to understand exactly when Odin, vertised for the seventh concert. Still, all the service to our readers by commending it specially the Angels or the Warriors, make their appear- music performed belongs too much to the past, to their attention. ance, nor precisely what they are doing. The and no composition really modern has yet been. character of this symphony is too vague and in- performed. All the composers selected, except man, on "The Ass in Life and Letters," which is Putnam's opens with an essay, by H. T. Tuckerdefinite to please every one; still, it has great Haydn and Mozart-born in 1732 and 1756-were pleasant and very readable; "Work, Wages, merit, and its instrumentation is very rich and born near the close of the eighteenth century, or Combinations, &c.," is a very sensible discussion polished. It was also better performed than the like Chopin and Mendelssohn, in the beginning of of what is called the labor question, which the first time. We have only to remind the horns, the nineteenth. Hence, all their compositions author, very properly, concludes is by no means a and, in general, all brass instruments, that they belong to the first period of the nineteenth cen- profound and pressing problem; have to conform strictly in their playing to the gen- tury, and hardly one has been written since 1830. Edipus" is a story of both strength and originaleral character of the orchestra, which is only com- This is sufficient to demonstrate that if the selec-ity; "In the Saddle on the Plains" is a continuaposed of about forty musicians. As they could not tions have to be made always and only among cer- military novel-but feeble; "The Gallows in tion of a frontier story-somewhat imitative of the play louder, if the orchestra, like those of other tain composers who lived during the above-named America" is a remonstrance, rather than an argu Conservatories, numbered a hundred or more mu- period, the Academy of Music will become, as we ment, against capital punishment; "Men's Rights" sicians,-they have decidedly to make less noise. have said before, a Musical Club for the execution is a very sound and sensible discussion of the true "The New ing to his reputation. Putnam's belongs to the more pretentious order of American periodicals, and is never without the leaven of some really admirable papers. But the reader who will contrast the numbers of the present series with the old-published years ago-will unite with us in the judgment that the elevation in tone and real literary strength and accomplishment which distinguished its former contributors, are not repeated in the new series. Hours at Home, published by Chas. Scribner & Co., claims to be a popular monthly of instruction and recreation. The table of contents of the presest number will show the character of the magazine: "Books and Reading," second paper; "The Fountains of Syria;" "Glimpses of Old Authors;" "Sevastopol in 1855," translated from the Russian; "Books and Authors Abroad," &c. There are also two serial novels-"Christopher Kroy, a story of New York Life," and "The Chaplet of Pearls," by the author of "The Heir of Redcliffe." In its sketch of the Literature of the Day there is a very sound and just criticism upon the character of our illustrated newspapers and periodicals. Our Young Folks.-This popular magazine contains a number of articles-many of them from well known contributors-and abounds in illustrations. "Among the Glass-Makers" and "Navigation and Discovery before Columbus," are both very interesting and instructive papers, easily comprehended by children, and containing useful information. The other articles are, as usual, pleasant and attractive. relations of women to society, written by a woman somewhat detailed discussion of defects in the pos- I may add that nothing can be more exemplary who is evidently a conscientious thinker. The re- tal system, in which strong ground is taken in than the conduct of the three political prisoners maining articles are "Substance and Shadows;" favor of the establishment of a postal telegraph; now on the island. They perform the work astwo or three chapters of Mr. Kemball's serial, a fourth paper, upon "Co-operative Housekeep- signed them without complaint; if the iron some"To-Day;" "A Sermon at Notre-Dame;" a re-ing," glides into a discussion of the vexed question times enters their souls, or the bitterness of their view of "Literature at Home," and another of of woman's rights and wrongs; "Charles Baude- situation be felt, it is never exhibited." "Literature, Science and Art Abroad," by Bayard laire, Poet of the Malign," is filled with epithets Taylor. There are also several pieces of poetry- and adjectives, yet very readable. To these suc- The Lady's Friend is a Philadelphia monthly poor and commonplace-with the exception of Mr. ceeds another paper by Dr. Bowditch, upon "Con- after the style of the Lady's Book. It is filled Stoddard's "Invocation"-and that will add noth-sumption in America," in which numerous warn- with fashion-plates, patterns, and all the other reings are uttered against the mistakes and impru-quisites of a milliner's vade mecum. Mrs. Henry dences which produce so many cases of this insid- Wood contributes some additional chapters of ious disease of the country. In the article on "Roland Yorke," a serial novel. In addition there "Ritualism in England," a temperate and well- are a number of short stories of the usual characwritten defence of the Ritualists is presented. ter in such periodicals. An article on "The New Education"-"Birth of the Solar System," "Love in Mount Lebanon'a story by Major De Forrest; and a tribute to the memory of the Dutchess of Sutherland, are the remaining papers of note. Walt Whitman has one of his peculiar productions in verse or prose-or Lippincott's does not strike us as maintaining both-which we are rather surprised to see within the character which we ascribed to the January the carefully guarded portals of the Atlantic. The number. Buchanan Read's poem, entitled "My number concludes with Reviews and Literary Chalet," is far beyond most magazine poetry; but Notices-among the former a very full notice of "A New Legend" is a poor imitation of the man- the first volume of Robert Browning's "The Ring nerism of the worst school, not likely to be read and the Book." through by the most enthusiastic devourer of verse. An essay on Thackeray will scarcely give Harpers' Magazine presents its accustomed vathe most uninformed admirer of the great satirist riety of light and readable articles, with numera new idea. It is evidently a first attempt of a ous and well executed illustrations. "A Sleigh very young man-who trusts "not to infringe upon Ride through Eastern Russia," "Zanzibar," and the respect due to a great man who has but re- "The Executive Departments and Seals," are all cently departed," and speaks of Voltaire as "the profusely illustrated. "Spent and Misspent," is ingenious M. de Voltaire." "New Wine in Old an agreeable little poem by Alice Cary. Another Bottles" is a long paper upon the vexed question paper from Major De Forrest, upon "Chivalrous of woman's true rights and position-marked by and Semi-Chivalrous Southerners," will be read some very sensible points, but very scattering and with interest. "Isabella, Ex Queen of Spain," by long drawn out. "The Price of a Dream" is a J. S. C. Abbott. A very pleasant story, "My touching and charming story, not very aptly en- Enemy's Daughter;" "Preachers and Preaching,' titled. "The Phenomena of Memory" is an in- by Robert Tomes; "A Wife of the Period;" teresting and philosophical paper, followed by a "Changes in Population ;" and a very instructive sketchy article on "American Artists in Rome," article on "Light-Houses," by M. Schele de Vere, and the commencement of a novellette, "Over are among the remaining articles. The regular Yonder," by the author of the "Old Mamselle's departments-the Easy Chair, Editor's Drawer, Secret." "Southern Reconstruction," by a Ten- Book Table, and Monthly Record of Current nessean, is a calm and sensible argument, appar-Events, are all filled with the usual variety. As ently from the pen of one who takes only abstract a whole, the present number will be found parviews of political questions. The "Monthly Gos-ticularly interesting to magazine readers. sip," and the "Literature of the Day," two established departments of the magazine, conclude the number. With some remarks, in the latter, which The Galaxy opens with a continuation of Mrs.ing cuts in the juvenile periodicals. criticise the biographical literature of the war, we Edwards' serial, "Susan Fielding." A brilliant are disposed to concur. We certainly cannot, at and suggestive article on "Queen Victoria and Her this moment, recall a single biography which is, Subjects," from the pen of Justin McCarthy, will in itself, interesting or attractive. Many reasons attract attention. A paper by Professor Draper may be suggested to explain this fact. Possibly upon "Coffee and its Adulterations in New York," the events of the war are two recent-too well is evidence of the interest which recent revelations known to be separated from the great history to of the extent to which fraud and adulteration in which they belong and made to enter into the the commonest articles, have excited in the public record of an individual life. Or it may be that no mind. Mr. Richard Grant White contributes anbiographer has brought to his self-imposed duty other chapter upon "Words and their Uses." We that earnestness of devotion-whether of admira- have also a continuation of "The New York Jour- January number of The American Law Review, tion or personal affection-which makes up the nalists," in which Parke Godwin is eulogised; and, a Quarterly published by Little, Brown & Co., charm of a book like M. Guizot's. Years hence, as in Harper, an excellent article on "Light-Boston. This is a standard law magazine, highly when the passions and excitements of to-day have Houses" gives a very full account of their strucappreciated by the members of the profession. faded into dim memories, the abundant materials ture and management. "Cipher," a novel; the which the great struggle of the age has supplied, Miscellany, Drift Wood, and the accustomed Litwill be gathered by some faithful and appreciative erary Notices, make up the remainder of the numhand. ber. In the Miscellany is a paper upon the Dry Tortugas, written by a soldier of the garrison of The Atlantic will be regarded generally by its Fort Jefferson. It gives a very readable descripreaders as a good and varied number, yet we tion of the place, but is of special interest because can recommend no single article as specially bril- of an honest tribute paid to Dr. Mudd: "During liant or remarkable, though most of them are the prevalence of the yellow fever at the fort last from the pens of well-known contributors. The year, when the garrison suffered terribly, Dr. serial novel, "Malbone; an Oldport Romance," is Mudd was at one time our only physician. It is contiued; "The Doorstep" is a short poem of but simple justice and gratitude to acknowledge moderate merit; "Our Postal Deficiencies" is al the skilful and self-sacrificing service he rendered. The Riverside Magazine.-The improvement, which the January number of this magazine for young people indicated, is fully sustained. Hans Christian Andersen is again a contributor. Among a number of pleasant and appropriate articles, we note "Stories from Old English Poets," which cannot fail to prove attractive to young readers. Of the illustrations we cannot speak too highly. Nothing exhibits the perfection of wood engraving, at the present day, more strikingly, than the charm We have received from the Leonard Scott Pub lishing Company The North British Review for December. "The Right Honorable Hugh Elliott," "Alfred de Musset," "Our Indian Railways," "The Poetical Works of Robert Browning," "Wishart," "The Amazon," and "Mr. Bright's Speeches-The Elections," are the titles of the different papers. We are indebted to Kelly, Piet & Co. for the NEW BOOKS RECEIVED. Happy Thoughts. By F. C. Burnard. Boston: Roberts Brothers. 1869. From H. Taylor & Co., Sun Iron Building: : delphia: T. B. Peterson & Brothers. 1869. The Red Court Farm. By Mrs. Henry Wood. Phila American Agriculturist, Demorest's Young America, The |