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affects the general standing and reputation abroad, I do not see that there was any. of the bench, affects also, incidentally, the thing in its structure calculated to work consideration in which the State itself is injuriously or unharmoniously upon the held. And in this respect, again, the welfare of the States, as such. And aluniformity of the federal and State con- though that question has had practice to stitutions brought the national and local give it countenance, I hope to show that governments into circumstances of sym- it has countenance from nothing in the pathy and common advantage.

Constitution, so that the harmony of the In short, except the question of the federal and State systems was at first right of the head government to aggran- complete, dize itself by territorial acquisitions from


The weary sun his parting ray hath shed.
Stealthy and still the dews of twilight fall
On blossomed shrub, and tree, and flowery bed,
That yield their odors to the silent call.
The field-flowers shut their soft, submissive leaves ;
Trembling, in tears, they hang the heavy head,
While up the balmy breath of incense heaves,
Along the affuent air luxurious spread.
So, when the sun of hope hath sunken low,
And drooping life of grief oppressive tells,
All outward beauty bowed with weight of woe,
Inly, a stronger aspiration swells.
Where night and tears and heaviness have been,
Rise richer odors from the soul within.


The custom of announcing a book long smoothly and monotonously. The whole before its appearance, is better for the is strongly imitative. Richter, Dickens, publisher than for the author. It for- and Lamartine are, by turns, brought to wards the sale of a popular writer's book, our remembrance; the former being evibut is often detrimental to its success, dently the master, and Quintus Fixlein since when disappointment ensues, it is the favorite model. apt to be in near proportion to the over Like Richter, our author would express excited anticipation.

beauty and sublimity, poetry and moralOf Mr. Longfellow's former prose ity, from the common elements of life; works, “Outre Mer” was the most ex but turning up the soil he presents its tensively circulated and read. The Ro- loose aspect without reaching the deeper mance of “Hyperion,” if not a failure, at object of his need. He cannot, with a least sufficiently testified that in such at- falcon swoop, having perceived the gem tempts he is less felicitous than in his from afar, lift it from the surrounding vocation of poet. The appearance of rubbish, but with considerable bustle "Kavanagh,” nevertheless, was anticipated scratches about him, sometimes mistaking with pleasure.

broken glass for diamonds. Although its construction is meagre, Nor does he, like Richter, present in the narrative has a pleasant easy motion, immediate strong contrast the grotesque and carries one along like a low hung ve- with the pathetic. The pathetic, on the hicle, without fatigue, as without the ex- contrary, is rarely approached and never hilaration of more active exercise. We reached. Instead of feeling, as in reading pursue our journey through an agreeable Richter, that the fountain of tears and that country, with attractive scenery round of laughter are near each other, we lose the about, but feel no eagerness to arrive at sense of both in a sort of wonder at the its conclusion, and would not unwillingly odd, inconsistent way in which the hurest at any point by the way, for variety's morous and the sentimental are occasionsake.

ally mixed up; and are forcibly reminded The story has no plot, and little action that only by the master's hand can the or arrangement, but its character is marked golden key that “ unlocks the gates of by elevation of sentiment, and the author joy,” be made to open also “ the fount of has a fine artist-like method of placing sympathetic tears. graphically before us whatever object or The imitation of the great German novgroup he may have in hand. The style elist is in manner rather than in spirit. exhibits all his accustomed elegance; the It is the resemblance we acquire from diction is tasteful and appropriate. There those with whom we intimately associate ; is scarcely a page that is not redeemed not that of family relationship. from insipidity by some description gro The natural and common-place incitesque or poetical—some suggestive dents of the story, have a cold, damp atthought, or truthful exemplification of mosphere about them, instead of that character and life ; but scarely an instance golden sunlight which Richter would occurs of deeply moving expression, and have poured over them, and there is little but one incident of a stirring and passion indication of that penetrating genius ate nature.

which saw and condensed into one comThere are few touches of the dramatic, prehensive sentence the whole perfect and the stream of narration runs ever theory of novel writing.

Kavanagh: A Tale. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Boston: Ticknor, Reed & Fields.

“ As it is but a few clear Lady-days, Mr. Longfellow's sentiment is usually warm May-day nights, at the most a few delicate and rich with thought, but he gives odorous Rose weeks which I am digging us always sentiment, and seems afraid to atfrom this Fixleinic life, embedded in the tempt the pathetic, as if distrustful (probadross of week-day cares ; and as if they bly with good reason) of his ability to reach were so many veins of silver, am sepa- | the profounder depths of feeling. rating, stamping, smelting, and burnishing Where Dickens would either plunge in for the reader, I must now travel on with at once, or, just as we are expecting him the stream,” &c.-RICHTER.

to do so, start off into some ridiculous The following reminds us of Dickens : attitude, playing antics at the very verge,

Mr. Longfellow coolly takes an easier po“On the following morning, very early, as sition, and produces a picture in which he the school-master stood at his door, inhaling uses a good deal of prussian blue, and very the bright, wholesome air, and beholding the little carmine, and exhibits a general preshadows of the rising sun, and the flashing ference to cool, transparent, rather than to dew-drops on the red vine-leaves, he heard the sound of wheels, and saw Mr. Pendexter and

warm body colors. his wife drive down the village street in their

“ Kavanagh” is pleasant summer readold-fashioned chaise, known by all the boys in ing, but of a winter night one would ask town as 'the ark. The old white horse, that a little more of the glow and fire of gefor so many years had stamped at funerals

, and nius. It is a sort of prose pastoral, and gnawed the tops of so many posts, and imag- it is therein perhaps excusable, that, parined he killed so many flies because he wag. ticularly in describing, scenery, our auged the stump of a tail, and, finally, had been thor's prose runs occasionally into harmothe cause of so much discord in the parish, nies so like his verse, that in certain seemed now to make common cause with bis master, and stepped as if endeavoring to instances the rhyming termination alone is shake the dust from his feet as he passed out wanting to complete the resemblance. In of the ungrateful village. Under the axle-tree one short sentence we find the followhung suspended a leather trunk; and in the ing: “The singing of the great wood chaise, between the two occupants, was a large fires;” “The blowing of the winds ;”. bandbox, which forced Mr. Pendexter to let his

" The splendor of the spotless snow;" legs hang out of the vehicle, and gave him the

“The sea-suggesting pines.' air of imitating the scriptural behavior of his horse. Gravely and from a distance he salu- The following has all the harmony as ted the school-master, who saluted him in well as the delicate imagination of the return, with a tear in his eye, that no man poet : saw, but which, nevertheless, was not un

“ The brown Autumn came. It brought the

wild duck back to the reedy marshes of the But how mawkishly sentimental is that South; it brought the wild song back to the which follows, connected as it evidently fervid brain of the poet. Without the village is, for the purpose of introducing along with the reflection of the leaves. Within the

street was paved with gold; the river ran red with it the emblem of the serpent, so per- faces of friends brightened the gloomy walls ; fectly Richterean :

the returning footsteps of the long absent,

gladdened the threshold; and all the sweet ** Farewell, poor old man!' said the school amenities of life again resumed their intermaster within himself, as he shut out the cold rupted reign.” autumnal air, and entered his comfortable study. We are not worthy of thee, or we should have had thee with us forever.


Kavanagh has singleness of design, and back again to the place of thy childhood, the as a whole, possesses a marked, though scene of thine early labors and thine early not a very elevated character. Its purlove; let thy days end where they began, and pose is to represent a country village of like the emblem of eternity, let the serpent of the present day; a petty world within life coil itself round and take its tail into its itself, affording in its diversity of characmouth, and be still from all its hissings for evermore! I would not call thee back; for

ter and incident all the contrasts, the it is better thou shouldst be where thou’art, vicissitudes, the passions, and the variety than amid the angry contentions of this little of good and evil that chequer life in wider town."

theatres of action.


In the scenery, the subordinate person- of life, and self-renunciation, and devotion to ages, and minor incidents, our author has duty, were early impressed upon his soul. To been eminently successful, but less so, his quick imagination, the spiritual world bethough not wholly otherwise, in the at

came real; the holy company of the saints

stood round about the solitary boy ; his guartempt to show how, in the same situation, dian angels led him by the hand by day, and and under the same outward influences, sat by his pillow at night. At times, even, he 8 man of cultivated tastes and literary wished to die, that he inight see them and talk habits may, by submerging the practical with them, and return no more to his weak and in the ideal, lose all hold upon what is weary body." tangible, and fritter away life in dreams, or, on the contrary, by converting the He is sent to the Jesuit college in ideal to the uses of reality, develope the Canada, where he is distinguished, and true purpose of his existence and keep a whence he finally returns to receive the life-hold upon its action,

dying blessing of his mother. The study It is time we should give the reader an of ecclesiastical history awakens in him outline of the story. Though Kavanagh a passionate desire for truth and freeis the ostensible hero, Churchill

, the vil. dom; and “by slow degrees ” he becomes lage school-master, is really the predomi- a Protestant. These details, especially nant character. We might not improperly in the intercourse with his mother, and consider them as twin heroes—not in the developement of his character under the ancient signification truly, but by the the influence of her affection, reminds us complaisance of novel technicality. They of " Les Confidences;” but our author is possess little individuality, and reversed cir- wholly free from the vain, self-glorifying cumstances might have fitted either to sit air, which in Lamartine continually checks for the portrait of the other. They are the flow of our sympathies. both sentimental, both pedantic; and we Kavanagh is settled over the church never lose sight of them. Like Castor of Fairmeadow, which has recently disand Pollux, when one is not endeavoring missed its aged pastor, on the usual preto shine, the other is always sure to dis- tenses for this fashionable kind of divorce, play his light.

one of which, neither the greatest nor Kavanagh is a young man educated in the least in importance, was, that the the Roman Catholic faith. His early life, reverend gentleman insisted upon pasturpassed near the sea-coast of Maine, is thus, ing his horse in the parish fields. The described :

new clergyman is faithful to his calling,

and enters with alacrity upon his clerical “ In these solitudes, in this faith, was Kava- duties. nagh born, and grew to childhood a feeble, delicate boy, watched over by a grave and taci- “ He worked assiduously at his sermons. turn father, and a mother who looked upon He preached the doctrines of Christ. He him with infinite tenderness, as upon a trea- preached holiness, self-denial, love. He did not sure she should not long retain. She walked so much denounce vice, as inculcate virtue ; he with him by the sea-side, and spake to him of did not deny, but affirm ; he did not lacerate the God, and the mysterious majesty of the ocean, hearts of his hearers with doubt and disbelief, with its tides and tempests. She sat with him but consoled, and comforted, and healed them on the carpet of golden threads beneath the with faith. aromatic pines, and, as a perpetual melancholy “ The only danger was that he inight advance sound ran along the rattling boughs, his soul too far, and leave his congregation behind seemed to rise and fall, with a motion and a him; as a piping shepherd, who, charmed with whisper like those in the branches over him. / his own music, walks over the flowery mead, She taught him his letters from the Lives of not perceiving that his tardy flock is lingering the Saints-a volume full of wondrous legends, far behind, more intent upon cropping the and illustrated with engravings from pictures by thymy food around them, than upon listening the old masters, which opened to him at once the to the celestial harmonies that are gradually world of spirits and the world of art; and both dying away in the distance.” were beautiful. She explained to him the pic- “ In affairs ecclesiastical he had not sugtures; she read to him the legends--the lives of gested many changes. One that he had much holy men and women, full of faith and good works at heart was, that the partition wall between -things which ever afterwards remained asso- parish and church should be quietly taken ciated together in his mind. Thus holiness down, so that all should sit together at the

Supper of the Lord. He also desired that the to cease, but only to disappear in the greater organist should relinquish the old and perni- tide, and flow unseen beneath it? Yet so it cious habit of preluding with triumphal marches, was; and this stronger yearning—this unapand running his fingers at random over the peasable desire for her friend--was only the keys of his instrument, playing scraps of secu- tumultuous swelling of a heart, that as yet lar music very slowly to make them sacred, knows not its own secret.” and substitute instead some of the beautiful symphonies of Pergolesi, Palestrina, and Sebas

Another young lady more actively and tian Bach.

consciously unfolds the flower of her affec“ He held that sacred melodies were becoming

tions. Miss Amelia Hawkins becomes to sacred themes; and did not wish, that, in suddenly captivating and devout; and his church, as in some of the French Cana- | takes interest in Sabbath-schools, as well dian churches, the holy profession of religion as in a portrait for which the should be sung to the air of When one is


young dead 'tis for a long time'-the command gyman submits to sit at the request of his ments, aspirations for heaven, and the neces

parishioners. The portrait is described sity of thinking of one's salvation, to "The with humor: Follies of Spain,' • Louisa was sleeping in a grove,' or a grand · March of the French “The parish showed their grateful acknowCavalry.""

ledgment of his zeal and sympathy, by request

ing him to sit for his portrait to a great artist He soon became popular, especially from the city, who was passing the summer with the ladies, one of whom declared on

months in the village for recreation, using his

pencil only on rarest occasions and as a parhis first appearance that he was

not a

ticular favor. To this martyrdom the meek man, but a Thaddeus of Warsaw.” Alice Kavanagh submitted without a murmur. DurArcher, a thoughtful, silent, susceptible ing the progress of this work of art, he was girl, whose dark eyes, fixed upon him seldom left alone; some one of his parishioners

with unflagging interest and attention," was there to enliven him; and most frequently cheered and consoled him through the it was Miss Martha Amelia Hawkins. * * discouragements of his first discourse. She took a very lively interest in the portrait, becomes enamored of his eloquence and tinguished artist, who found it dificult to obtain of himself. The first suggestions of ber an expression which would satisfy the parish, passion are delicately introduced in a con

some wishing to have it grave, if not severe, versation with her friend, Cecilia Vaughan. and others with " Mr. Kavanagh's peculiar

smile.” Kavanagh himself was quite indiffer* • I have just been writing to you,' said

ent about the matter, and met his fate with Alice; "I wanted so much to see you this Christian fortitude, in a white cravat and sacermorning!

dotal robes, with one hand hanging down from Why this morning in particular ? Has the back of his chair, and the other holding a any thing happened ?'

large book, with the fore-finger between its Nothing, only I had such a longing to leaves, reminding Mr. Churchill of Milo with see you!

his fingers in the oak. The expression of the And, seating herself in a low chair by Ce-face was exceedingly bland and resigned; cilia's side, she laid her head upon the shoul- perhaps a little wanting in strength, but on the der of her friend, who, taking one of her pale, whole satisfactory to the parish. So was the thin hands in both her own, silently kissed her artist's price; nay, it was even held by some forehead again and again.

persons to be cheap, considering the quantity “ Alice was not aware, that, in the words she of background he had put in.” uttered, there was the slightest shadow of untruth. And yet had nothing happened? Was The following is equally felicitous : it nothing, that among her thoughts a new thought had risen, like a star, whose pale " Mr. Churchill, also, had had his profile, effulgence, mingled with the common daylight, and those of his wife and children, taken, in a was not yet distinctly visible even to herself, very humble style, by Mr. Bantam, whose adbut would grow brighter as the sun grew lower, vertisement he had noticed on his way to school and the rosy twilight darker ? Was it nothing, nearly a year before. His own was considered that a new fountain of affection had suddenly the best, as a work of art. The face was cut sprung up within her, which she mistook for out entirely; the collar of the coat velvet; the the freshening and overflowing of the old foun- shirt-collar very high and white; and the top tain of friendship, that hitherto had kept the of his head ornamented with a crest of hair lowland landscape of her life so green, but turning up in front, though his own turned now, being flooded by more affection, was not down—which slight deviation from nature was

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