wagons, caravans and asses) two other nouns and one | the platform, but actually of the fore-wheels of the carpronoun are suffered to intervene-a grammatical ar- riage. Altogether, it may safely be asserted, that an rangement which when admitted in any degree, never entire page containing as many grammatical errors and fails to introduce more or less obscurity in every sen- inaccuracies of arrangement as the one we have just tence where it is so admitted. Strict syntatical order examined, will with difficulty be discovered in any Eng would require (the pronoun "we" being followed im-lish or American writer of even moderate reputation. mediately by "laden") that—not the asses-but Lieutenant Slidell and his companions should be laden with the various commodities. minutia of the task. ANTHON'S SALLUST. These things, however, can hardly be considered as more than inadvertences, and will be avoided by Lieutenant Slidell as soon as he shall feel convinced (through And now, too, we began to see horsemen jantily his own experience or through the suggestions of his dressed in slouched hat, embroidered jacket, and work-friends) how absolutely necessary to final success in any ed spatterdashes, reining fiery Andalusian coursers, each undertaking is a scrupulous attention to even the merest having the Moorish carbine hung at hand beside him. Were horsemen, in this instance, a generic term—that is, did the word allude to horsemen generally, the use of the "slouched hat” and “embroidered jacket” in the singular, would be justifiable-but it is not so in speak ing of individual horsemen, where the plural is required. The participle "reining" properly refers to "spatterdashes," although of course intended to agree with "horsemen." The word "each," also meant to refer to the "horsemen," belongs, strictly speaking, to the "coursers.” The whole, if construed by the rigid rules of grammar, In respect to external appearance this is an exceedwould imply that the horsemen were dressed in spatter-ingly beautiful book, whether we look to the quality of dashes-which spatterdashes reined the coursers-and its paper, the clearness, uniform color, and great accu which coursers had each a carbine. Perhaps these were farmers of the better order; but they had not the air of men accustomed to labor; they were rather, perhaps, Andalusian horse-dealers, or, maybe, robbers, of those who so greatly abound about the capital, who for the moment, had laid aside their professional character. with an English Commentary, and Historical Indexes. By Sallust's Jugurthine War, and Conspiracy of Catiline, Charles Anthon, L. L. D. Jay-Professor of Ancient Literature in Columbia College, and Rector of the Grammar School. Sixth edition, corrected and enlarged. New York: Harper and Brothers. racy of its typography,* or the neatness and durability of its covering. In this latter point especially the Harpers and other publishers would do well, we think, to follow up the style of the present edition of Sallustdropping at once and forever that flimsy and unsatisfacry method of binding so universally prevalent just now, and whose sole recommendation is its cheapness—if indeed it be cheaper at all. These are things of which we seldom speak-but venture to mention them in the present instance with a view of seizing a good oppor tunity. No man of taste-certainly no lover of books and owner of a library-would hesitate at paying twice as much for a book worth preservation, and which there is some possibility of preserving, as for one of these fragile ephemera which it is now the fashion to do up in muslin. We think in short the interest of publishers as well as the taste of the public would be consulted to some purpose in paying more attention to the mechanics of book making. This is an exceedingly awkward sentence. The word "maybe" is, we think, objectionable. The repetition of the relative "who" in the phrases "who so greatly abound" and "who for the moment had laid aside," is the less to be justified, as each "who" has a different antecedent-the one referring to "those" (the robbers, generally, who abound about the capital) and the other to the suspected "robbers" then present. But the whole is exceeding ambiguous, and leaves a doubt of the author's true meaning. For, the words "Andalusian horse-dealers, or, maybe, robbers of those who abound about the capital," may either imply that the men in question were some of a class of robbers who abounded, &c. or that they were men who robbed (that is, robbers of) the Andalusian horse-dealers who abounded, &c. or that they were either Andalusian horse-dealers, or rob-monument of talent, erudition, indefatigable research, bers of those who abound about the capital-i. e. of the inhabitants of the suburbs. Whether the last "who" has reference to the robbers, or to those who abound, it is impossible to learn from any thing in the sentence itself which, taken altogether, is unworthy of the merest tyro in the rules of composition. At the inn of the Holy Ghost, was, drawn up a highly gilded carriage, hung very low, and drawn by five gaily decorated mules, while two Andalusians sat on the large wooden platform, planted, without the intervention of springs, upon the fore-wheels, which served for a coach-box. That Mr. Anthon has done more for our classical literature than any man in the country will hardly be denied. His Lempriere, to speak of nothing else, is a and well organized method, of which we have the greatest reason to be proud, but which is perhaps more fully and more properly appreciated in any other climate than our own. Of a former edition of his Sallust, two separate reprints, by different editors, total strangers to the author, have appeared in England, without any effort on his part, as we are very willing to believe, for procuring a republication of his labors. The correct and truly beautiful edition now before us, leaves nothing to be desired. The most striking emendation is the placing the narrative of the Jugurthine war before the conspiracy of Catiline. This arrangement, however, as Mr. Anthon we believe admits, has the merit of no This sentence is intelligible enough, but still badly constructed. There is by far too great an interval velty in America alone. At least we understand him between the antecedent " platform" and its relative to make this admission in saying that the order he has "which, and upon a cursory perusal any reader would * In the course of a very attentive perusal we have observed be led to suppose (what indeed the whole actually im-only one typographical error. On page 130, near the top, we see plies) that the coach-box in question consisted not of Fatigatus a fatre in place of fratre. observed is no novelty on the continent of Europe, as mental rather than to physical exertion. We have may be discovered from the works of the President De Brosses, the Abbé Cassagne, and M. Du Rozoir. At all events we have repeatedly seen in England editions of Sallust, (and we suppose them to have been English editions,) in which the Jugurthine war preceded the Conspiracy. Of the propriety of this order there can be no doubt whatever, and it is quite certain to meet with the approbation of all who give themselves even a moment's reflection on the subject. There is an obvious anachronism in the usual arrangementfor the rebellion of Catiline was nearly fifty years subsequent to the war with Jugurtha. "The impression produced, therefore, on the mind of the student," (we here use the words of our author,) "must necessarily be a confused one when he is required to read the two works in an inverted order. In the account of Catiline's conspiracy, for example, he will find frequent allusions to the calamitous consequences of Sylla's strife with Marius; and will see many of the profligate par- Page 135. Emori." "A speedy death." The intizans of the former rallying around the standard of finitive here supplies the place of a noun, or more corCatiline; while in the history of the Jugurthine war, rectly speaking, is employed in its true character. For if he be made to peruse it after the other, in the ordinary this mood, partaking of the nature of a noun, has been routine of school reading, he will be introduced to the called by grammarians "the verb's noun" (ovopa onparos.) The reason of this appellation is more appasame Sylla just entering on a public career, and stand-rent, however, in Greek, from its taking the prepositive ing high in the favor and confidence of Marius. How article before it in all cases; as to yoaptiv, Tov yoаpelv, too will he be able to appreciate, in their full force, the Typage. The same construction is not unknown remarks of Sallust relative to the successive changes in in English. the Roman form of government, and the alternate ascendency of the aristocratic and popular parties, if he be Besides the new arrangement of matter, and the adcalled upon to direct his attention to results before he is ditional notes on the Jugurthine war, the principal made acquainted with the causes that produced them?" The only reason assigned for the usual arrangement is changes in the present edition are to be found in two founded upon the order of composition-Sallust having Historical. We are told by Mr. Anthon that his object convenient Indexes-the one Geographical, the other written the narrative of the Conspiracy before the ac-in preparing them was to relieve the Annotations from count of the Jugurthine war. All the MS.S. too, have followed this order. Mr. Anthon, however, justly remarks that such an argument should weigh but little when positive utility is placed in the opposite scale. An enlarged commentary on the Jugurthine War, is another improvement in the present edition. can be no doubt that the notes usually appended to this portion of Sallust were insufficient for the younger, if not for all classes of pupils, and when this deficiency is remedied, as in the present instance, by the labors of a man not only of sound scholarship, but of great critical and general acumen, we know how to value the services thus rendered to the student and to the classical public at large. We subjoin one or two specimens of the additional notes. frequently, moreover, remarked its connection with that idea which the moderns attach to the term genius. Incredibili industriâ, industriâ singulari, are phrases almost invariably used in the sense we speak of, and refer to great mental power. Apropos, to this subjectit is remarkable that both Buffon and Hogarth directly assert that "genius is nothing but labor and diligence." Page 133. "Vos in mea injuria,” &c. "You are treated with contempt in the injustice which is done me." Despicere always implies that the person despising thinks meanly of the person despised, as compared with himself. Contemnere denotes the absolute vileness of an object. We may here observe that we have no English equivalent to despicere. Page 135. Quod utinam," &c. "But would that I may see." The use of quod before many conjunctions, &c. merely as a copulative, appears to have arisen from the fondness of the Latin writers for the connexion by means of relatives. There Page 122. "Ingenii egregia facinora." "The splendid exertions of intellect." Facinus denotes a bold or daring action, and unless it be joined with a favorable epithet, or the action be previously described as commendable, the term is always to be understood in a vituperative sense. In the present passage, the epithet egregius marks the character of the action as praiseworthy. Page 122. "Quippe probitatem, &c." "Since it (i. e. fortune) can neither give, nor take away integrity, activity, nor other praiseworthy qualities." Industria here means an active exercise of our abilities. We might add (with deference) to this note of Professor Anthon's, that industria, generally, has a more variable meaning than is usually given it, and that the word, in a great multiplicity of instances, where ambiguities in translation have arisen, has allusion to Thus Spencer-— For not to have been dipped in Lethe lake, what might have proved too heavy a pressure of materials, and have deterred from, rather than have invited, a perusal. The geographical and historical matter is now made to stand by itself. The account of Sallust himself, and especially the critical examination of his writings, which appeared in the ordinary way in previous editions, is now resolved into the form of a dialogue, and has gained by the change much force and vivacity, without being at all deteriorated in other respects. Upon the whole, any farther real improvement in the manner of editing, printing, or publishing a Sallust would seem to be an impossibility. PARIS AND THE PARISIANS. We have no patience with that atra-bilious set of hyper-patriots, who find fault with Mrs. Trollope's book of flum flummery about the good people of the Union. We can neither tolerate nor comprehend them. The work appeared to us (we speak in all candor, and in sober carnest) an unusually well-written performance, in which, upon a basis of downright and positive truth, was erected, after the fashion of a porcelain pagoda, a very brilliant, although a very brittle fabric of mingled banter, philosophy, and spleen. Her mere political opinions are, we suppose, of very little consequence to any person other than Mrs. Trollope; and being especially sure that they are of no consequence to ourselves we shall have nothing farther to do with them. We do not hesitate to say, however, that she ridiculed our innumerable moral, physical, and social absurdities with equal impartiality, true humor and discrimination, and that the old joke about her Domestic Manners of the Americans being nothing more than the Manners of the American Domestics, is like most other very good jokes, excessively untrue. That our national soreness of feeling prevented us, in the case of her work on America, from appreciating the real merits of the book, will be rendered evident by the high praise we find no difficulty in bestowing upon her Paris and the Parisians-a production, in whatever light we regard it, precisely similar to the one with which we were so irreparably offended. It has every characteristic of the Domestic Manners of the Americans -from the spirit of which work, if it differs at all, the difference lies in the inferior quantity of the fine wit she has thought proper to throw away upon our Parisian friends. The volume now issued by the Harpers, is a large octavo of 410 pages, and is embellished with eleven most admirable copperplate engravings, exclusive of the frontispiece. These designs are drawn by A. Hervieu, and engraved by S. H. Gimber. We will give a brief account of them all, as the most effectual method of imparting to our readers (those who have not seen the work and for whom this notice is especially intended) a just conception of the work itself. which journal we felt quite sure, was either 'La France' or 'La Quotidienne'-he established himself at no great distance from us. Why it was that we all felt so certain of his being a legitimatist I can hardly tell you, but not one of the party had the least doubt about it. There was a quiet, half-proud, half-melancholy air of keeping himself apart; an aristocratical cast of features; a pale, care-worn complexion; and a style of dress which no vulgar man ever wore, but which no rich one would him: but there was something pervading his whole be likely to wear to-day. This is all I can record of person too essentially loyal to be misunderstood, yet too delicate in its tone to be coarsely painted. Such as it was, however, we felt it quite enough to make the matter sure; and if I could find out that old gentleman look on a human countenance again, in order to discover to be either doctrinaire or republican, I never would what was passing within. The next who approached us we were equally sure was a republican: but here the discovery did little leave no doubt upon the subject of their clique, but honor to our discernment; for these gentry choose to contrive that every article contributing to the appearance of the outward man shall become a symbol and a sign, a token and a stigma of the madness that pos sesses them. He too held a paper in his hand, and without venturing to approach too nearly to so alarmthat the journal he was so assiduously perusing was ing a personage, we scrupled not to assure each other, Le Réformateur.' Just as we had decided what manner of man it was ous doctrinaire ? who was stalking so majestically past us, a comfortable looking citizen approached in the uniform of the Naance of politics with the air of a person expecting to be tional Guard, who sat himself down to his daily allow well pleased with what he finds, but, nevertheless, too well contented with himself and all things about him to care overmuch about it. Every line of this man's joPlate 1 is the "Louvre." A picture gallery is seen cund face, every curve of his portly figure, spoke con‐ tentment and well being. He was probably one of that crowded with a motley assemblage of all classes, in very new race in France, a tradesman making a rapid every description of French costume. The occasion is fortune. Was it possible to doubt that the paper in an exhibition of living artists, as the world chooses to his hand was 'Le Journal des Debats? Was it pos call the exhibition of their works. Poussin, (conse-sible to believe that this man was other than a prosper. quently) Raphael, Titian, Correggio and Rubens, are hidden beneath the efforts of more modern pencils. In the habiliments of the company who lounge through the gallery, the result of newly acquired rights is ludicrously visible. One of the most remarkable of these, says our authoress, is the privilege enjoyed by the rabble of presenting themselves dirty instead of clean before the eyes of the magnates. Accordingly, the plate shows, among a variety of pretty toques, cauchoises, chaussures, and other more imperial equipments, a sprinkling of round-eared caps, awkward casquettes, filthy blouses, and dingy and ragged jackets. Plate 2 is "Morning at the Tuileries." It represents that portion of the garden of "trim alleys" which lies in front of the group of Petus and Aria. In the distance are seen various figures. In the foreground we descry three singular-looking personages, who may be best described in the words of Mrs. Trollope herself. It was the hour when all the newspapers are in the greatest requisition; and we had the satisfaction of watching the studies of three individuals, each of whom might have sat as a model for an artist who wished to give an idea of their several peculiarities. We saw, in short, beyond the possibility of doubt, a royalist, a doctrinaire, and a republican, during the half hour we remained there, all soothing their feelings by indulging in two sous' worth of politics, each in his own line. A stiff but gentlemanlike old man first came, and having taken a journal from the little octagon stand Plate 3 is "Pro patria”—and represents two uniformed soldiers in a guard-room of the National Guard. Plate 4 is entitled "Ce soir, à la Porte St. Martin'— 'J'y serai,'" and is full of humor. Two conspirator like republicans stand in the gardens of the Luxem bourg, with short staffs, conical hats, dark bushy eyebrows, fierce mustaches, and countenances full of fate. The hand of the one is clasped in the hand of the other with a vice-like impressiveness and energy, while the taller, looking furtively around him, lays his hand upon the shoulder of his associate, and is whispering some most momentous intelligence in his ear. This plate is explained thus in the words of Mrs. T. It seems, that ever since the trials began, the chief La Garde de Paris) has been to prevent any assembling duty of the gendarmes (I beg pardon, I should say of together of the people in knots for conversation and gossippings in the courts and gardens of the Luxem bourg. No sooner are two or three persons observed standing together, than a policeman approaches, and with a tone of command pronounces "Circulez Mes sieurs!-circulez s'il vous plaît." The reason for this precaution is, that nightly at the Porte St. Martin a few score of jeunes gens assemble to make a very idle and unmeaning noise, the echo of which regularly runs from street to street, till the reiterated report amounts to the announcement of an émeute. We are all now so used to these harmless little émeutes at the Porte St. Martin, that we mind them no more than General Lobau himself: nevertheless it is deemed proper, trumpery Gwyn. as the cause may be, to prevent any thing like a gath- the same mould, I am quite sure that the two would ering together of the mob in the vicinity of the Luxem-look no more alike than Queen Constance and Nell bourg, lest the same hundred-tongued lady, who constantly magnifies the hootings of a few idle mechanics into an émeute, should spread a report throughout France that the Luxembourg was beseiged by the people. The noise which had disturbed us was occasioned by the gathering together of about a dozen persons; but a policeman was in the midst of the group, and we heard rumors of an arrestation. In less than five minutes, however, every thing was quiet again: but we marked two figures so picturesque in their republicanism, that we resumed our seats while a sketch was made from them, and amused ourselves the while in fancying what the ominous words could be that were so cautiously exchanged between them. M. de L― said there could be no doubt they ran thus: Nor is there at all less difference in the two races of gentlemen. I speak not of the men of science or of art; their rank is of another kind: but there are still left here and there specimens of decorated greatness, which look as if they must have been dragged out of the guard-room by main force; huge mustached militaires, who look, at every slight rebuff, as if they were ready to exclaim, 'Sacré nom de D! Je suis un héros, moi! vive l'Empereur!' 'Ce soir à la Porte St. Martin !' And again. My parvenue duchess is very remarkable indeed. She steps out like a corporal carrying a message. Her voice is the first, the last, and almost the only thing heard in the salon that she honors with her presence-except it chance indeed, that she lower her tone occasionally to favor with a whisper some gallant décoré military, scientific, or artistic, of the same standing as herself; and, moreover, she promenades her eyes over the company as if she had a right to bring them all to roll-call. Plate 5 is the "Tuileries Gardens on Sunday," in which the prominent and characteristic group is a "chère maman" in half toilet, and seated beneath a tree reading, or attempting to read, while her children, attended by their bonne, are frolicking about her knees. Plate 6 is "Porte St. Martin," and commemorative of one of the thousand and one little émeutes which have now become too much a matter of course at Paris to excite very serious attention, and which are frequently (so we are assured by Mrs. Trollope) quieted by no more effective artillery than that of a slight shower of rain. The prominent figures in the plate, are two gentlemen of the National Guard, who are vehemently struggling to secure a desperate and mustached repub-well-looking, portly, middle-aged man, of somewhat lican, equipped cap à pie à la Robespierre, and whose countenance is indicative of deadly resolve, while a little urchin in a striped jacket, not having before his eyes the horrors of an arrestation, and being probably body squire to the republican, shoulders manfully a banner somewhat larger than himself, and, standing upon tiptoe, amuses himself with bellowing Vive la République ! Notwithstanding all this, the lady is certainly a station in which both herself and her husband were person of talent; and had she happily remained in the born, she might not, perhaps, have thought it necessary to speak quite so loud, and her bons mots would have produced infinitely greater effect. But she is so thoroughly out of place in the grade to which she has been unkindly elevated, that it seems as if Napoleon had decided on her fate in a humor as spiteful as that of Monsieur Jourdain, when he said-Your daughter shall be a Marchioness in spite of all the world; and if you provoke me I'll make her a Duchess.' Plate 8 is "Le roi citoyen." He is represented as a dignified appearance. His dress differs from that of any common citizen only by a small tri-colored cockade in the hat, and he walks quite at his leisure with one hand clenching a rough-looking stick, and the other thrust in his breeches-pocket. A republican, habited in full Robespierrian costume, is advancing towards him with a very deliberate air, and eyeing him nonchalantly through a lorgnon. Plate 9 is entitled "Prêtres de la Jeune France." Plate 7 is a Soiree," ," in which the peculiarities of Parisian sociability are humorously sketched. All the The flowing curls, the simple round hat, the pantacountenances are especially French. The prominent loons, &c. give them the appearance of a race of men group is that of two little awkward-looking specimens as unlike as possible to their stiff and primitive prede of imperial noblesse who are making love upon a cessors. They look flourishing, and well pleased with chaise-longue. The opinions of Mrs. Trollope are quite themselves and the world about them: but little of orthodox in the matter of hereditary grace. Some of tenances; and if they do fast for some portion of every her good things upon this topic we must be allowed to week, they may certainly say with Father Philip, that quote, for the sake of their point, without being respon-what they take prospers with them marvellously.' sible for their philosophy. I have heard that it requires three generations to make a gentleman. Those created by Napoleon have not yet fairly reached a second; and with all respect for talent, industry, and valor, be it spoken, the necessity of the slow process very frequently forces itself upon one's conviction at Paris. mortification or abstinence can be traced on their coun Plate 10 is the "Boulevard des Italiens," with a view of Tortoni's. The main group is "a very pretty woman and a very pretty man," who are seated on two chairs close together and flirting much to their own satisfaction, as well as to the utter amazement and admiration of a young urchin of a Savoyard, or professor of the It is probable that the great refinement of the post-gaie science, who, forgetting the use of his mandoline, imperial aristocracy of France may be one reason why gazes with open mouth and eyes at the enamored pair. the deficiences of those now often found mixed up with To the right is seen an exquisite of the first water prothem is so remarkable. It would be difficult to imagine a contrast in manner more striking than that of a lady who would be a fair specimen of the old Bourbon noblesse, and a bouncing marechale of imperial creation. Plate 11 is called "V'la les restes de notre revolution de It seems as if every particle of the whole material of Juillet !" and like all the other engravings in the volume which each is formed, gave evidence of the differentis admirable in its design, and especially in its exbirth of the spirit that dwells within. The sound of the voice is a contrast; the glance of the eye is a contrast; the step is a contrast. Were every feature of a dame de l'Empire and a femme noble formed precisely in menading with an air of ineffable grace, and deliberately occupied in combing his luxuriant tresses. pression. In the back ground are seen the monuments erected at the Marché des Innocens over some revolutionary heroes, who fell here and were buried near the fountain, on the 29th July 1830. A mechanic leans against a rail and is haranguing with great energy a young girl and a little boy, who listen to him with profound attention. His theme is evidently the treatment of the prisoners at the Luxembourg. We cannot too highly praise the exquisite piquancy of the whole of these designs. of the land, than any one previously attempted. With this intent, he lost no opportunity of acquiring informa tion, from all authentic sources within his reach, of the private life, habits and peculiarities of his subject. We learn too that the work thus early proposed was never banished from the mind of the author. The original intention, however, was subsequently modified, with a In conclusion, we recommend Paris and the Parisians view of adapting the book to the use of schools, and to all lovers of fine writing, and vivacious humor. It"generally to that class of readers who have neither is impossible not to be highly amused with the book-the means of purchasing, nor the leisure to read a larger and there is by no means any necessity for giving a second thought to the political philosophies of Madame Trollope. PAULDING'S WASHINGTON. and more expensive publication." Much of the infor mation concerning the domestic life of Washington was derived immediately from his cotemporaries, and from the "present most estimable lady who is now in possession of Mount Vernon." In detailing the events of the Revolution, the author has principally consulted the A Life of Washington. By James K. Paulding. New public and private letters of Washington. York: Harper and Brothers. We have read Mr. Paulding's Life of Washington with a degree of interest seldom excited in us by the perusal of any book whatever. We are convinced by a deliberate examination of the design, manner, and rich material of the work, that, as it grows in age, it will grow in the estimation of our countrymen, and, finally, will not fail to take a deeper hold upon the public mind, and upon the public affections, than any work upon the same subject, or of a similar nature, which has been yet written-or, possibly, which may be written hereafter. Indeed, we cannot perceive the necessity of any thing farther upon the great theme of Washington. Mr. Paulding has completely and most beautifully filled the vacuum which the works of Marshall and Sparks have left open. He has painted the boy, the man, the husband, and the Christian. He has introduced us to the private affections, aspirations, and charities of that hero whose affections of all affections were the most serene, whose aspirations the most God-like, and whose charities the most gentle and pure. He has taken us abroad with the patriot-farmer in his rambles about his homestead. He has seated us in his study and shown us the warrior-Christian in unobtrusive communion with his God. He has done all this too, and more, in a simple and quiet manner, in a manner peculiarly his own, and which mainly because it is his own, cannot fail to be exceedingly effective. Yet it is very possible that the public may, for many years to come, overlook the rare merits of a work whose want of arrogant assumption is so little in keeping with the usages of the day, and whose striking simplicity and naiveté of manner give, to a cursory examination, so little evidence of the labor of composition. We have no fears, however, for the future. Such books as these before us, go down to posterity like rich wines, with a certainty of being more valued as they go. They force themselves with the gradual but rapidly accumulating power of strong wedges into the hearts and understandings of a community. The rich abundance of those delightful anecdotes and memorials of the private man which render a book of this nature invaluable-an abundance which has hardly more delighted than astonished us-is the prevailing feature of Mr. Paulding's Washington. We proceed, without apology, to copy for the benefit of our readers such as most immediately present themselves. Although it is of little consequence who were the distant an cestors of a man who, by common consent, is hailed as the Father of his Country, yet any particulars concerning his family cannot but be a subject of curiosity. In all my general reading have only chanced to meet with the name of Washington three or four times in the early history and literature of England. In the diary of Elias Ashmole, founder of the Ashmolean Museum, are the following entries:— "June 12th, 1645. I entered on my command as comptroller of the ordnance." "June 18th. I received my commission from Colonel Washington." Hume, in his account of the siege of Bristol, has the following passage:" One party led by Lord Grandison was beaten of and its commander himself mortally wounded. Another, canducted by Colonel Bellasis, met with a like fate. But Washing ton, with a less party, finding a place in the curtain weaker than the rest, broke in, and quickly made room for the horse in foilow." This was in 1643. Five years afterwards, that delwed monarch, Charles I., suffered the just consequences of his offences against the majesty of the people of England, and from that time the cause of royalty appeared desperate. The more die tinguished and obnoxious adherents of the Stuarts exiled themselves in foreign lands, and the date of the supposed arrival of the first Washington in Virginia, accords well with the supposition that he may have been the same person mentioned by Ashmole and Hume. In an oid collection of poetry, by Sir John Men zies* and others, there is a fine copy of verses to the memory of Mr. Washington, page to the king, who died in Spain. In the beth, daughter of Sir William Washington. But the name and year 1640, William Legge, Earl of Dartmouth, married Eliza. family of Washington are now extinct in the land of our fore fathers. When General Washington was about making his will, he caused inquiries to be instituted, being desirous to leave that none of the family existed in that country. But the topic is rather curious than important. The subject of this biography could receive little additional dignity through a descent from the some memorial to all his relations. The result was a conviction most illustrious families of Christendom. He stands alone in the pure atmosphere of his own glory. He derived no title to honors from his ancestry, and left no child but his country to inherit bis fame. From the preface we learn, that shortly after the conclusion of the late war, Mr. Paulding resided for several years in the city of Washington, and that his situation The house in which Washington was born stood about half a bringing him into familiar intercourse with "many res-mile from the junction of Pope's Creek with the Potomac, and pectable and some distinguished persons" who had been associated with the Father of his Country, the idea was then first conceived of writing a Life of that great man which should more directly appeal to the popular feeling was either burned or pulled down long previous to the revolution. A few scanty relics alone remain to mark the spot which will ever be sacred in the eyes of posterity. A clump of old decayed Perhaps Mennes-Ed. |