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by the way-side, and some on the rock, so they | is taken advantage of to metamorphose the clerks advertise largely that as many grains as may be of publishing houses into “commercial travellers." shall fall into good soil. There is Messrs. Hachette, They are sent out to review the shops where the who command a monopoly of the literary publicity firm have works as of deposit, and to introduce their of all the railway stations in France, whose weekly publications into new towns and villages where magazines have each of them a sale of 60,000 copies, they have as yet no correspondent. These tours and whose " Journal de l'Instruction Publique" is are looked upon as pleasure excursions by the to be found in almost every schoolmaster's hands; clerks, and the firm find it their interest to pay the they have eight pages of advertisements. Magnifi- railway fare and provincial inns' bills, rather than cent is the return made by the money they spend keep their young men listlessly behind their counin advertisements. Their warehouse now exhibits ters gaping at the dog-days' flies. Messrs. Hachette a singular scene. It is piled up to the ceiling with have given this system greater extension than any compact masses of school books, which extend firm here. They send out their standard publicahundreds of feet; in a month not one of those tions to England, Germany, Spain, Portugal, Italy, volumes will be left on their hands. They have Russia, Switzerland, Greece, Egypt, and Turkey. sold 600,000 copies of M. Duruy's works. They have This system is in part borrowed from the German recently built a stately block of buildings, which publishers, who have introduced a great many adextends from the Boulevard de Sebastopol to the mirable improvements in the methods of the book Rue Dupuytren, and fills almost all the space be- trade. I shall make the book trade in Germany tween the Rue Pierre Sarrazin and the Boulevard the subject of a future letter. Saint Germain. It cost them $600,000, and is said I forgot to mention, while speaking of the extent to be worth now nearly $1,000,000. These miracles to which advertising is carried in Europe, that the were wrought by adroit advertising.

Messrs. Longmans do now actually publish periodiIn making this week various inquiries respecting cally “Notes on Books," which are sent, gratis and the book trade in France, I became acquainted with postage free, to everybody who asks for them. a custom which I think might be imported into I find in a Paris newspaper the following interAmerica to the very great advantage of all persons esting anecdote of poor Henry Murger, which I am concerned. To avoid repetition, let me explain the determined to send you, although I am afraid that custom as applicable to America. It is well known his name and his “ La Vie de Bohême” are not quite that publishers of standard works, such, for instance, as familiar to you as they are to us. Nevertheless as Robertson, Gibbon, Hume, Macaulay, Bacon, these passages of authors' careers are never altoShakspeare, Milton, Pope, Byron, Scott, etc., lie out gether devoid of interest:of the capital invested in the production of these “My relations with Théodore Barrière are now works for a considerable length of time, and this somewhere about fifteen years old. Henry Murger cost of production is increased by other charges, for introduced me to him. I'll tell you how. One instance, storage, insurance, and their kindred. Sunday morning Henry Murger entered the tavern Petty booksellers in the smaller towns, and, more chamber I proudly occupied on the Place du Carespecially, those tradesmen who keep“ general rousel, opposite the Palace of the Tuileries, and stores” in country villages, have not capital enough looking towards the portal of the Pont des Saints to enable them to furnish their shelves with any- Pères, I am almost tempted to say that, like the thing like a complete stock of these standard authors. heroes of novels, he strode five or six times up and The great publisher should step in and place it in down my chamber before saying a word to ine; the power of these humble brethren of the trade but my reverence for truth compels me to say that to furnish forth their shelves without exposing it was utterly impossible to stride any way in my their shallow purses to risk. The great publisher, chamber. He sat on my bed, and, fixing his eye instead of allowing his standard works to lie in on me said : “Are you not humiliated-as I confess sheets in his warehouse, or bound on his up- I am—to see yourself less well clothed than any stairs shelves, should place them as of deposit on literary men ?! I was so astonished by this questhe shelves of his humbler brethren, requiring from tion that I could only murmur, ‘Hum! hum!' and them only that they should pay the carriage on then add, in a tone which tried to be free-and-easy, these works, and that they should take out a policy Get out!' Murger went on gravely to say: 'Do of insurance sufficient (which would be no great you wish to see us regain our rank? Believe me, amount) to cover all these books so placed as of de- it is really a matter of great importance that we posit in his hands. Accounts should be rendered should elevate young literature in our own persons. semi-annually or annually. It is found that this Let us have done with rusty, greasy hats, and with method greatly diminishes bad debts, considerably coats whose seams shine. Let us drop all connecincreases the sale of works, and is to the common tion with Neapolitan shoes. Let us at once become advantage of publishers and petty tradesmen. what we morally are-gentlemen. Let us be irreBooks that might never have penetrated obscure, proachable!' I listened in a state of utter amazesecluded towns now meet fair sale in them. ment, and, greatly interested, I asked him: “What "General storekeepers," who scarcely sold a book do you mean by being irreproachable?' He besides an almanac, or a song-book, or some key to answered : To be irreproachable is to be dressed in the reading of dreams, now make tolerable sales of bran new clothes.' I exclaimed, 'Ah! excellent!' standard works, and find considerable advantages Henry Murger became graver and graver: 'I give accrue to their other sales by the use of the money you and myself fifteen days to be irreproachable. proceeding from the sale of books for six or twelve There must be the deuce to pay if two intelligent months. M. Guillaumin, the publisher of politico- beings cannot, in the course of fifteen days, manage economical works, tells the story that when he to procure a coat, a waistcoat, and a pair of pantabegan, some fifteen years ago, to issue books of this loons.' I echoed, 'I should think so.'

He conclass, the minor provincial booksellers refused to tinued : Very well, then, we meet next Sunday accept them, even as of deposit. “Nobody down week, at twelve o'clock precisely, on the Pont Neuf, here,” was the reply frequently made him, “takes in front of the statue of Henry IV.' What are you the least interest in publications of that sort." going to do?' 'I have some glorious things to do. Now, few editors in Paris have a larger market. I shall introduce you to one of my friends, an emiThere are two or three months in the year when nent man.' Upon the appointed Sunday, while the trade is excessively dull in Paris; this slack tide clocks were still striking twelve, of a radiant spring

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morning, two young men advanced towards each without flattery and withont triviality, is the porother on the Pont Neuf.

They came very near trait which Charles Marchal recently sketched. It passing without recognition. They were effulgent, exhibits her in the contrast, which age has heightthey were dazzling from head to heel. One care- ened, of her double nature.

Her whole person lessly played with an eyeglass; the other whirled breathes something robust, rural, healthy. Her full a fashionable stick. Was it Beau Brummel? Was health and manly beauty appear on her countenance it Count d'Orsay ? 'Twas Murger. 'Twas I. We and body with more energy than delicacy. Her had paid implicit obedience to the law we had im- person lacks grace-the flower lacks perfume. That posed on ourselves. We were irreproachable. Murger inexpressible something which plays around aristook my arm, saying, ‘Now we can go everywhere; tocratic beauty-that evanescent mark of bloodwe can enter the aristocratic drawing-rooms of the is completely absent from her. Gazing on her, you Faubourg Saint-Germain, and the financial drawing- think of those unfinished masterpieces which lack rooms of the Chaussée d'Antin, and the balls at the genius's last dream and last touch. You must Austrian embassy, and the official mansions of all the look before you can discover, under the deceptive ministers. Come, let's go to some cheap smoking- coarseness of the envelope, the hidden stamp of café.' At the cheap smoking-café he introduced Heaven. You must wait until the inner flame glow, me to the friend he had announced—'twas Théodore which makes the clay lamp transparent as the Barrière. The introduction over, we all three moved lamp of alabaster. You must mentally detach the towards Murger's rooms in the Rue Mazarin. There intelligent and expressive head from the robust, Théodore Barrière drew out of his bosom five copy- dull body, which burthens and darkens it. Look books, each of which contained one act of a comedy, now upon that open, smiling face, that broad and and he placed them upon the table. I turned pale. pensive brow, that magnificent head of black hair I had tumbled into a reading.' It is true the title imperceptibly powdered with autymn's first frosts, of the comedy was 'La Vie de Bohême." I need which, divided into two broad tresses which frame scarcely say anything of the emotion which insen- the visage, float upon the neck, twisting and knotsibly filled my breast while listening to this play, ting itself into a sheaf of ebony. Look at those giddy with wit and heart-rending with love. The beautiful eyes, those superb eyes, with fires now authors had not then determined upon the catas- dazzling, now soft; eyes whose flames, when they trophe. Murger, with his wonted gentleness, was become animated, shoot to the very depths of the in favor of restoring Mimi to health; he proposed a soul. The charm and nobility both decrease as you tour in Italy. Barrière would hear of nothing but descend. Her nose is long and full, her lips thick her death. I agreed with Barrière. It was deter- and purple, her chin stubby, her cheeks prominent, mined to murder Mimi. This day remains in my her complexion warm and palish (that color pecumemory as one of the best days of my youth. One liar to stormy and impassioned natures, and which or two years afterwards I in turn contemplated is, as it were, the reflection of the hidden volcano writing a play with Théodore Barrière. We had in their breast). The head is of heaven, and bears several rendezvous; but there was a serious ob- the divine seal. The rest of the body is of earth : stacle in the way. Barrière lived with his family, the goddess vanishes, only the woman remains. which was composed of a mother, a model of all Her attitude and mien do not contradict this first kinds of solicitude, and of a father, who had been impression. She is in ordinary life and conversation a distinguished dramatic author. There was in calm, concentrated, almost indifferent. Her countethis patriarchal home a parrot named Coco. Now nance is commonly placid, and seems living only in when a new literary copartner was introduced into the eyes. The body remains indolently stiff. The Barrière's house, it was much more important for arms are gestureless. George Sand absolutely lacks him to win the favor of Coco than to please Barrière's the talent of conversation such as it is understood in father or to charm his mother. Coco was a dramatic society, that is, the talent of agreeably saying comthermometer. His perch was placed in the dining- monplace things. There is nothing in her of that room during dinner, and the new literary copartner petulant ease and that frivolous grace of the fine was placed near him. If Coco became his friend, lady of the drawing-room. She prefers to listen if Coco perched on his shoulder, the new-comer rather than to talk. She is essentially contemplawas accepted by Barrière and his parents. If, on tive and taciturn. Her mind is naturally grave, I the other hand, Coco remained on his perch, sombre, had almost said ruminating. She replies always flapping his wings, with bristling feathers, and briefly and sensibly, but without brilliancy and refusing all advances, the new-comer was rejected. acuteness. She never even blunders into a mot, I dined twice with Barrière; on both occasions Coco She is never eloquent, except pen in hand. Is it remained on his perch.

pride? is it coquetry ? is it economy? Does she Here, too, is a sketch of George Sand, which I spare us, or does she spare herself by her silence ? transcribed on my note-book some weeks ago; If she is silent by system, we may say without want of space has hitherto prevented me from send- danger of error that temperament has no inconsidering it to you:

able share in it. Silence is the health of some George Sand is both of aristocratic and plebeian minds. Chateaubriand, Lamennais, and many lineage, and she bears in her life, upon her counte- other eminent men were not naturally, easily, conwance, in her attitude, in her mien, the indelible stantly eloquent. Their eloquence is not an inspimark of this double origin, of this clandestine ration, but a reflection. This taciturnity is comnobility, of this hap-hazard mixture of heroic and pensated by the unexpected attractious of simplicity, common blood. George Sand is neither a virago naturalness, absence of affectation and pride. There nor an effeminate woman. She has neither the is a moment, however, when our satisfaction changes cold distinction of the somewhat idealized portrait and our illusion vanishes by the very excess of engraved by Calamatta, nor the rusticity of Cou- this familiarity which should not, to remain amiable, ture's sketch. The likeness which is nearest life, degenerate in over-ease. By what name shall one

call the careless freedom with which, drawing from *The dramatic version of poor Henry Murger's first and most her pocket small Andalusian cigarettes, George popular novel. The play was quite as successful as the novel. Sand, without perceiving your astonishment, adroitly I need scarcely say that M. Théodore Barrière is the well- lights them with a live coal which she takes from known author of "Les Filles de Marbre” (familiar to American the hearth with the tongs, and gradually conceals play-goers as ** Marble Hearts"), "Les Faux Bonhomines," herself in the midst of the azure cloud thickened and twenty other popular plays.

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by the double column of smoke which she drives but do not always work. Often forget that you are a from each nostril with the automatic precision of a poet to see what life is in you and in other people. You steam engine? Madame Sand lacks the aristocracy will wake up the next day more a poet than ever. This of her glory. I do not like Corinne on Cape Messina is any advice. I do not say it is infallible, but sincere

and cordial.

GEORGE SAND. declaiming Mme. De Staël's measured prose. Neither do I like Necker's daughter, in tunic and turban, exhibiting, with all the appliances of a

I have lingered too long over anecdotes, for I theatrical performance, her over-opulent charms. have yet to copy the week's bills of mortality. I But I do still less like Corinne in a dressing-gown, find among them Dr. Mitscherlich, one of the, if not carelessly lolling in an arm-chair, and smoking a the most eminent chemist and chemical writer of cigarette. George Sand is morally of an energetic, Germany; the University of Berlin finds his loss a obstinate, and, when contradicted, imperious char- heavy blow. And M. de Laffore, who expired in acter. There are times when her indomitable will complete obscurity at La Plume (a small village irresistibly bursts and bounds forth. But in the ac near Agen), at the great age of eighty-five years, customed tenor of life, and by a noble and constant after having been famous for years as the inventor empire over herself, as a volcano alternately hides of La Statilegie, an ingenious method of reading, itself beneath verdure and snow, she knows how to which was practised successfully during a long conceal the seething breast beneath good-natured period of time. Do not challenge her right to a phlegm and smiling patience. Among her intimate brief sentence if I insert in this paragraph mention friends she is even-tempered, hospitable, jovial. of Madame Bonnet's departure from life! She was The simple and cordial welcome of the hostess of the wife of Scribe's guardian, and was the eminent Nohant is proverbial. Her seal is a simple initial dramatist's first cousin; her husband occupied for or Rousseau's motto: Vitam impendere vero. Her many years the front rank at the Paris bar, by handwriting is masculine, broad, and thick. Here whom his memory is still cherished for his defence is one of her letters ; it is addressed to one of those of General Moreau, when it required a firm heart to enthusiastic young men trained in the school of her appear as the defender of any man in disfavor with novels, who, from every portion of the provinces and the master of the imperial legions. Madame Bonnet of Paris by thousands, consult and question her had reached her eighty-sixth year. upon the uncertainties of their vocation or the

M. Renan's book continues to sell as rapidly as Lysteries of their soul :

ever, and replies to it issue every hour from the

press. The papers mention that a curate of the I thank you, sir, for the sympathy you express to me, diocess of Laval wrote to his bishop for permission You want me to give you some encouragement. I would not do so were you without talents. To fatter them who to read the work which was the theme of all conflitter us has always seemed to me something ignoble versation in his parish, in order that he might be (I mean to deceive them who ingeniously caress our prepared to refute the pernicious sophistry. The vanity). Consequently I do not often reply to letters bishop lost his temper upon reading this letter, and like yours.

I prefer silence to telling falsehoods, or instantly replied in some such words and spirit as to wounding by frankness. I think I discover a great this: "You must be beside yourself! What? Read many ideas and talents in your lines. I am not a very the blasphemous publication of a wretched apostate ! competent judge of poetry, let me tell you; and I am No! No! No! Never!" The first copies sent to very often mistaken. Therefore do not place implicit Venetia were seized by the authorities, but the confidence in my opinions. You are very young, and Austrian government subsequently ordered them think you have a great deal yet to do before you can feel to be released, and they are now on sale everywhere. confidence in yourself. Those are my criticisms; you see they are very brutal, but they do not prevent Two hundred copies have been sold at Constanti. your poem from being remarkable, beautiful in many nople. The German critics think it excessively places, and, in fine, giving promise of real talents, if you

shallow. do not be in too great a hurry to produce works, and if The M. Topin who recently gained the prize you labor conscientiously. Bear in mind that, since the offered by the French Academy for the best essay great successes of Hugo and Lamartine, so much poetry on Cardinal de Retz, is a nephew of M. Mignet, the has been published that one must write sublime poetry well-known historian. to make his way through the immense crowd of them who write well, and the still thick crowd of them who in the preparation of his great Dictionary, to bring

M. Littré has found time, amid his arduous labors write very well. Will you believe that not a single day out his long promised work on Auguste Comte. passes without my receiving at least three packets of un: The fourteenth volume of Napoleon's Correspon, published poetry? Reckon how many unknown poets that makes a year. I believe a hundred new poems are deuce is in the press, and may shortly be expected annually published

at their expense

in on sale. Dr. Fischel's work on the English ConstiParis. All their works pass away unnoticed. Nobody tution (you may remember his untimely end in the busies himself about them, although there are among streets of Paris) is to be translated by M. Charles them some poems which would have been noticed twenty Vogel, the author of “Portugal and its Colonies." years ago. But, at present, France becomes like Italy, M. Milne Edwards is pursuing with patience the where everybody writes poetry, even people who cannot publication of his great work, in nine or ten volread. One must consequently excel these thousand battalions before it can become an honorable calling-it umes, on Comparative Physiology. I may mention, never can become a profession, or a means of livelihood to instance how widely extended at the present Think of all these things, and do not become intoxicated time is the taste of theological literature, that the with family and local triumphs. Have the courage of sixteenth edition of M. Auguste Nicolas' “ Études men of twenty years old, but have even more patience Philosophiques sur le Christianisme” (which is in than courage. Besides, allow yourself to live before no less than four volumes) was issued this week. saying, “I am a poet, that is enough!" No one is a I have observed that some of the Roman Catholic poet before he is a man. At your age people have only newspapers in America suppose this pious judge to images in their mind. The world is tired of poetical be the author of “Essais de Philosophie et de His. images; it has had too much of them.

The poet who toire Religieuse.” They are mistaken. M. Michel comes with solid knowledge, true ideas, and robust sen. timents will prove at last a true poet. But all these

Nicolas, a Protestant, is the author of this work and things are acquired, they are divined. If you have

of “ Des Doctrines Religieuses des Juifs pendant les divined more than you have experienced, it will be so deux siècles antérieurs à l'ère chrétienne," and of much the worse for you. This precocity will be at the “ Études Critiques sur la Bible.” expense of the future. Courage, therefore, work hard,

Very truly yours,


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NOTES ON BOOKS AND BOOKSELLERS. The text has been entirely reset in new type, and the The Messrs. APPLETON, of New York, have some illustrations have been added to by more than oneattractive volumes about ready appropriate to the half. This poem is itself an exquisite picture of approaching season of festivities and gifts. The American life and manners, of which Mr. Whitney, most important of these is “ Lights and Shadows of the artist, has caught the full spirit, and carried New York Picture Galleries,” being a collection of it out in some eighty superb woodcut illustrations, Photographs by Turner, from masterpieces found which will make the volume to be coveted by all in the private galleries of New York City and who shall see it. vicinity. Thus Mr. Belmont's unrivalled collection MR. VAN NOSTRAND, of New York, the energetic constitutes no less than nine of the illustrations ; and intelligent publisher of Scientific and Military Mr. Wright's, of Hoboken, five; with numerous works, is about to add to the number of large paper others from the treasures held by Messrs. Sturges, books that have been brought out of late in this Roberts, Webb, Hoey, Jaques, Cozzens, etc. etc. country, by printing one hundred copies of Capt. Each of these photographic copies, forty in number, Boynton's History of West Point, in small quarto, is accompanied by descriptions supplied by William on the very choicest of paper. The regular edition Young, Esq., of “The Albion," to whose good taste of this work will be exceedingly attractive, with the public is indebted for the choice selection made. its numerous maps and engravings, but for the We need not say that the gentlemen who have thus purpose of illustrating, the large paper copies will generously thrown their galleries open for the bene- be invaluable. fit of others, merit, and will receive the earnest Mason BROTHERS, of New York, have in press, and thanks of all lovers of good pictures, a class that nearly ready for publication, "General Butler in has been rapidly on the increase in this country for New Orleans," by James Parton, author of the lives several years past. Another volume, to which we of Aaron Burr and Andrew Jackson : also the “Keyhave had occasion to allude before, is “Clear Crys- note, a new Collection of Sacred and Secular Music tals; a Snow Flake Album,” in whose pages are set for Singing-schools, Choirs, Congregations, and Soforth with the united skill of pen and pencil, the cial Use," by Wm. B. Bradbury. marvellous beauties of the Season of Snow. The exquisite forms which can be assumed in this one dolph of New York, has passed through two edi

The Sergeant's Memorial, published by Ranof nature's moods, can here be seen and studied to tions. At the request of the Christian Commission, the best advantage, in company too with the choicest Dr. Thompson has prepared an abridgment of the literature of the subject as contained in the poetry “Memorial" for circulation in the army. This is in and writings of Lowell, Longfellow, Mrs. Hemans, two parts--the first is the memorial proper, and reRuskin, Henry Ward Beecher, Dr. Holland, Bryant, tains it name; the second contains the patriotic Burns, Whittier, and others. Nothing can be purer or letters from men eminent in Church and State, that more wholesome than such faithful delineations of nature, so fittingly and beautifully described. The were embodied in the original work, and which are “ Wreath of Beauty” is a gift-book comprising six- thousand copies of each will at once be distributed

now published as “ A Tribute to the Soldier." Five teen choice steel-plate engravings of female charac- in the army by the Christian Commission. ters with letter-press selections, prose and poetry. This work also is preparing by the Appletons.

A. D. F. RANDOLPH will issue for the holidays an

elegantly printed quarto volume with eighteen Floral G. P. Putnam, of New York, has had in prepara-llustrations drawn from nature and colored by tion for several years an illustrated edition of Irv- hand. The edition is limited to two hundred and ing's “Sketch Book,” which is now on the eve of fifty copies. completion, and which promises to leave nothing to be desired in the way of printing, engraving, or

John PENINGTON & Son, of Philadelphia, announce binding. It is appropriately termed'"The Artists on sale “A Reprint of the Reed and Cadwalader Edition," and contains original designs from nearly Pamphlets

, with an Appendix,” a fac-simile of the every American artist of distinction. These have This edition of only 199 copies has been printed by

original pamphlets, printed on fine thick paper. been printed with the utmost care by Mr. Alvord, whose workmanship is of the best, and has received subscription, for the benefit of those who collect commendation as such from Mr. Burton, in his few copies have been placed for sale.

documents relating to our revolutionary history; a “ Book Hunter.” The binding, in Levant morocco, is by Mathews; the paper is of especial manufac As an evidence of the expanding growth and inture; and the whole work will be the embodiment telligence of our country it may be stated that Caliof the taste, experience, and judgment of Irving's fornia, which was admitted into the Union only friend and publisher, Mr. Putnam. The sole draw- thirteen years since, is now, in proportion to its back is that owing to the great embarrassments that population, probably a larger consumer of books beset publishers at this time in our country, from than any other State. Mr. Roman, head of the the scarcity of skilled labor, only a limited edition house of A. Roman & Co., of San Francisco, who can be supplied this season, and those wishing the left in the last steamer after a stay of some months work should make their wants known as early as in the States, is one of the most extensive single possible. The same publisher has prepared for buyers of books in the United States. His firm subscribers a large paper edition of Irving's works, occupies a store in San Francisco which, in its capaand of his Life and Letters by his nephew, of which ciousness and the admirable character of its arrangebut one hundred copies have been printed, and a ments, is second to none in New York, Philadelphia, small portion only remain unappropriated. The or Boston. Hudson Legends, comprising “ Sleepy Hollow" and A New Firm.-Ashmead & Evans have purchased “Rip Van Winkle," have been prepared in small from W. P. Hazard his old-established bookstore quarto, and may be had, either separately in paper on Chestnut Street, Philadelphia. Mr. Evans has covers, or together in a neat volume, choicely illus- had some twelve years' experience in the Trade, trated.

having been connected with Martien's, CowperThe new edition of “Bitter Sweet,” by Dr. Holland, thwait's, and, more recently, has acted as Superinwhich Mr. Scribner has “just ready," comes properly tendent of the Presbyterian Publishing House. Mr. among the illustrated works of the present season, Ashmead has been for some years with Mr. Hazard, as it differs materially from that prepared last year. and is the son of Isaac Ashmead, one of the oldest

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and most extensive printers of Philadelphia. Mr. guished figures in the group of authors who adorned Hazard continues his publishing business as usual. the opening of the nineteenth century-Coleridge,

Revenue Customs.—Two very useful and impor- Byron, Lamb, Smith, Moore, Southey, Scott, Shelley, tant works, which may be had singly, or bound in Godwin, Wilson, Keats, Talfourd, and Hazlitt-but one handsome volume, have been recently issued in says, “There is one face that just now holds our attenNew York, which have met with a wide reception tion more than all the rest--the portrait of a small at the hands of the mercantile and commercial pub- man with a large brain, oppressive in brow, and peerlio, and the press of that city. They are by HAMIL-ing out of eyes that have seen much sorrow; the head Ton Bruce, Esq., a deputy collector of the port, shows a want of animal force behind; the mouth is and severally entitled “The Warehouse Manual” drawn down noticeably at the corners ; the eyes look and “The Custom-House Guide.” The first is a out of two rings of darkness ; a spirit of singular complete"manual" of every thing which is requisite temper and strange experience! This is Thomas de for merchants, brokers, clerks, and others to know Quincey.” Then follows a biographical and critical in connection with business, transacted at, or with, analysis of exceeding power, discrimination, and the Custom-House; embracing full directions for the beauty which will be relished by every man and preparation of papers, the payment of duties, and woman of the least taste and refinement. The sumthe warehousing of goods. The second gives us ex- mary of character at the close of the article is too long terior and interior engravings of the Custom-House, for quotation, but we thoroughly concur in these conand treats, at length, of the customs, laws, and all cluding sentences: “We are heartily sick of the the various departments of the service. One of its smell of Cockneydom ; its slang and smartness ; its marked features, and one not to be found in any knowingness and insincerity, and find it delightful kindred work, is a complete list of every port of en- to renew acquaintanceship with the style of a writer try in the world-upward of six hundred and twenty who is not smart nor fast, but always an English in number! There is an interesting chapter upon gentleman, with a stately touch of the school in the history of commerce, and another giving an ac- which manners are a sort of surface Christianity. count of “The First Custom-House." As custom, He can be playful without losing his own dignity, laws, and regulations are uniform, these works are and natural without forfeiting our respect. By his calculated to be useful in all meridians.

innate nobility of thought and chivalry of feeling, The BRADFORD Club of the city of New York con

as well as by his wealth of learning, he is the very template printing in as elegant a style as, American and great-poets and patriots ; fit to exalt the de

man to lead us into the lofty society of the good art allows, a “Life of William Bradford,” the first liverer Joan d'Arc, or abase the pretensions of a printer of the Middle Colonies. A limited edition only will be issued. It is designed to illustrate the Parr. Accordingly we welcome him as one of the work by fac-similes of early title pages, autographs, what he has not done, we rejoice in what he has

great leaders in literature, and, instead of regretting arms, seals; a fac-simile of his original tomb-stone in Trinity Church Yard, &c., and to be as full and bequeathed to us, and would have others share in complete a memoir of this remarkable person as

our joy.” The reviewer pays a well-merited commaterials now remaining allow. Since the bicen- Messrs. Ticknor & Fields to thread their devious

pliment to the energy and skill which enabled tenary honors paid his memory in New York, May 20th, 1863, letters and other memorials have come way through the scattered periodical literature of to light, and it is believed that many others remain half a century, and collect in a series of handsome in private collections here and in England: Per- seemed almost regardless of his own fame and of

volumes the multifarious papers of a writer who sons possessing either copies of his publications, or written communications of any kind by him, will the perpetnity of its memorials. The acknowledgconfer a favor on the club, and a service to early ment is frankly made by the “North British” that American Literary and Topographical History, by works to the perseverance and research of Mr.

we owe the first edition of De Quincey's collected making known the same to William Menzies, Esq., Fields, the Boston publisher.” No. 426 West 23d Street, New York, or in Philadelphia to Horatio Gates Jones, Esq., Corresponding AMERICAN LOYALISTS.-The lovers of American Secretary of the Pennsylvania Historical Society. History will be glad to see among the announce

Tue North British Review on THOMAS DE Quin- ments of Messrs. Little, Brown & Co., a new edition CEY.—Now that the full collected works of De Quin- of the “ American Loyalists,” by Mr. Sabine. The cey are before the public, readers and thinkers on first edition of this work-long out of print-was 1 oth sides of the Atlantic are beginning rightly to intended only as a contribution to a part of history appreciate his astonishing acquirements. His am- the hope that it might in some degree rescue from

hitherto untouched, and was given to the public in plitude of knowledge, the diversity of themes upon the “ razure of oblivion” the hidden treasures of which he wrote, his mastery of language, the logical rigor with which he investigated some sub- family records, and stimulate others to furnish new jects, and the gorgeous blending of rhetoric and facts relating to this almost unexplored part of prose-poetry in which he draped others, combine to American history. It is now nearly twenty-five present an intellectual development which is per- years since Mr. Sabine commenced his researches, haps without a parallel in English literature. His and the hearty zeal with which he has pursued writings should form a part of every library however them is only equalled by his untiring perseverance. small, whether collected for family reading or for cords in possession of the descendants of the loyal

With free access to private letters and family republic use. The evidence of what we have just ists in the British colonies and the United States, said is found in the fact that leading literary jour- he has succeeded in collecting a vast amount of nals, both in England and America, are devoting valuable material, both historical and biographical, themselves to a studious exposition of De Quincey's characteristics, and summoning us to an intelligent

not only of interest to the student of history, but to

His work will be a valuable reading of his productions. As an instance of this

the general reader. tendency, we would especially advert to an article of contribution to the history of our Revolutionary admirable grace and sense in the last number of the period. “North British Review,” entitled, “ Thomas de Mrs. GREENHOV's Book.—Among the London anQuincey-Grave and Gay.” The writer, by a few nouncements is a volume to be published by Bentmaster-strokes, sketches successively the distin- 'ley, entitled "My Imprisonment, and the First Year

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