Original. NEW YORK. BY SAMUEL WOODWORTH. HAIL! happy city! where the arts convene The free-born wish, that warms the patriot's breast, And kind attentions every care beguile. No longer mourns the cause that bade him roam. The architectural grace of Greece and Rome; While pulpit, press and bar, are all combined, Original. THE MEMORY OF PENN. A few years ago a party of Indians visiting Philadelphia, were shown the monument of Penn. Actuated by one common impulse, they simultaneously kneeled down, as if to do homage to the lifeless marble. YES, bow before the marble bust, Though Mignon slumbers with the just, Then Mignon reigns in Heaven. For worthless service that you kneel, Demands the homage that you feel. But to the Christian's virtue, binds The gratitude of noble minds. Supported by no warlike bands, No fiery cross on banner gay, No popish charter for your lands, He cast his monarch's seal away, And owned that those to whom was given These hills and plains and vallies wide, By charter from the God of Heaven, Original. FAME. HE called me his "blessing rich and rare," Alas! there is little desert in me, FRANCES S. OSGOOD. Original. THE MEETING OF THE SPIRITS. BY LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. SHE floated on a silvery cloud, On mountain's breast, on forest-shade, She hover'd round her pleasant home, But faded were the flowers she rear'd, He fainted-and though all unseen, And shook fresh perfumes from her wing, And deep within his secret soul, Her spirit-eye she turn'd, With restless anguish burn'd Beheld the tear that drains the heart, In ceaseless fountain pour, And then, before His glorious throne, A corpse lay on its pillow white, But the glad meeting, in the heavens, Hartford, Conn. Original. A MAY DAY SONG. BY FRANCES S. OSGOOD. YES! thou shalt wear the wreath we are merrily braiding, LITERARY REVIEW. THE KING'S HIGHWAY: Harper & Brothers.-This, the last production of James, the most industrious, and, certainly, the I most popular of modern novelists, adds another cluster of bright leaves to the already brilliant chaplet which adorns his brow. We entertained fears, some time since, that the novelist was writing with too great rapidity, and without that effort which is necessary to sustain an author who has filled a large space in the popular heart. After reading this work, however, we have come to the conclusion that no preceding romance, by the same writer, can justifiably be pronounced superior as a literary work. James understands his art in all its ramifications, and nothing is wanting in the results of which criticism itself demands.. In variety of incident, in rhetoric, in beauty and strength of sentiment, in the complete delineation and finish of character, in the emulation of good deeds and noble impulses, in the promotion of the best liberty of man, in the elevation of the female character, in the presentation of historical truth, in the reconciliation of conflicting evidences upon the lives of the great, in an earnest desire for the purification of all that pertains to humanity-in a word, to the broad and general repre sentation of mankind, by the most faithful exhibitions, he brings powers of mind and ability to execute such as novelist-we remember all-of our day, in fact, of any day-has shown more than a resemblance, great, even, though the similarity may truly be pronounced to have been. In paying homage to the great intellect, mankind are apt to spurn as unworthy all but one in the same sphere of action, but the day will come when the name of James shall stand like "a star apart" in its own individual brightness. We have bowed to the brilliant light of Scott-but then" Sol occubuit, et nulla noz secuta est," the sun sets, but no night follows! no OUTLINES OF DISORDERED MENTAL ACTION: Harper & Brothers. This forms another part of the family library. The generally-received opinion upon the subjects treated, are here arrayed in a lucid and simple style, which, to the youthful reader, will prove acceptable. We do not agree, on many points, with the college-worn doctrines of Mr. Upham. They are too sensual by half; neither do we rank ourselves with the transcendental school. To the tyro, however, all of this volume is important, as it will lead to thought, which, in philosophical or other studies, is better than books, and more to be trusted. LADY JANE GREY: Lea & Blanchard.-This novel is by Thomas Miller, formerly known as the basket-maker. The period of history which the author has chosen, is an inviting one, and it is but poor justice to him to say that he has managed his subject with commendable skill, force and beauty. The reader will not commence these volumes without progressing to the end, for the incidents and characters introduced, excite a degree of interest which is not common to novels of this class.-Carvills. THE YOUTH OF SHAKSPEARE: Lea & Blanchard.-This is a work of fancy, founded upon the materials, scattered far and wide, furnished by the contemporaries of the myriad-minded bard. It introduces many persons whose names are familiar to the literary antiquary, and is written in a very pleasing style, introducing incidents of a character which are sure to entertain the reader. The condemnation of some of Shakspeare's contemporaries, however, is a fault which cannot pass unnoticed, since our adoration of the poet may be indulged in without detracting from the merits of his brother dramatists, several of whom were gifted with extraordinary powers of mind, and in admiration of which, the true critic may delight without hesitation. We think that the history and writings of these men do not justify the treatment which they have received from the hands of this novelist.-Carvills. three numbers of this new work, by Charles Dickens, scarcely suggest any remarks. It is evident, nevertheless, that the work will, in its progress, be much more sprightly than a superficial view of the parts published, lead us to anticipate. The work is handsomely illustrated, and the portrait of "Boz," a capital one.-Wiley & Putnam. MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK: Lea & Blanchard.-The first THEATRICALS. tinsel. Fanny Elssler is not so immeasurably superior to other performers in her line, either, to justify any very extraordinary excitement, if we may judge from what we have seen. She is, however, excellent in her style, and her graces shine with no mean lustre. Undoubtedly, she is deserving of very high praise, and when we say that she is a finished artiste, we would express a warmth of commendation which we have not space to utter in detail. Her poetry of motion is nervous and brilliant, not bold or startling, her grace and movements of an anapastic order, if we may be allowed the expression, though sometimes she skeletonizes with great rapidity and quickness. In some other ballet it is possible that we may have a different style ex hibitions which we have seen. Miss Shirreff took her farewell benefit on the eve of her departure for Europe, on the 21st, ultimo. The house was thronged on the occasion, and the performances went off with uncommon spirit and effect, while the testimonials of gratification were abundant, and the evidences of regret for the loss, at least for a time, of the lady and the opera, were communicated in a manner which must have been exceedingly acceptable to the vocalist. May she experience in her own land that enthusiasm and kindness which she has in this. CHATHAM. This establishment appears to be very successful and is well attended. During the past month Mr. Booth, and Madame Celeste, who were engaged for a few nights, have sustained themselves through profitable engagements. On some occasions, Mr. Booth appeared to have lost little of his original brightness, on others he performed in a spiritless manner, though we can scarcely say to the disappointment of a majority of his auditors. On his last night, his voice was rich and powerful, his manner equal to that of his best days, and the gratification of the audience was general and intense. Madame Celeste has performed effectively in her well known melo-dramatie plays, and has given much delight to the admirers of pantomimic acting. We have spoken of her merits so particularly in former numbers that farther comment is useless. It is but just to add, notwithstanding, that she does not seem to have lost her relish for the profession, and has given the same satisfaction which her efforts heretofore have created. PARK. This theatre is now gliding smoothly along on the tide of success. Since our last, Mrs. Fitzwilliams has passed through a short and tolerably profitable engagement. To say that the audiences have not been so large as the talents of the actress should command, would be to state what has happened to every performer who has come amongst us, up to the arrival of Fanny Elssler. Mrs. Fitzwilliams is a charming votary of Thalia, and adds to the graces of her comic displays, those of the song and the dance. Her musical talent is particularly evident in her burlesque singing of operatic music, while the naivetè with which she executes a simple ballad, shows an ap-hibited, but thus far we speak only of the character of the expreciation of the poetry and music which it is her province to present to her auditors. In "Foreign Airs and Native Graces," the versatility of her genius shines with remarkable lustre, and no one can witness the exhibition without being struck with the accomplishments of the lady, and the powers of the actress. In comedy, she excels by the naturalness of her colloquy, which seems rather the result of the moment than any premeditated display of elocution. Her style, therefore, is exceedingly pleasing, and she has the happy faculty of imparting good humor to all around her, making even the auditors, seemingly, to be of the scene rather than out of it. In the dignified lady she is not at home, but in the lively daughter of nineteen, the gay widow, or the hoydenish ward, she appears to very great advantage. In all parts, where a flow of animal spirits is necessary to a correct delineation of character, she is mistress of her art, and to these she has the good sense to confine herself, rather than hazard her reputation by depicting characters of a different stamp, which, though well rendered, could not increase her fame. To one feature of Mrs. Fitzwilliams' engagement we must express our entire disapproval, although in doing so, we know very well that all our censure falls upon the lady. "The Soldier's Daughter," an old and favorite comedy was produced, shorn of its beams, and the lively English widow of the original, displaced to make room for a poorly-acted Scotch widow, in which the language was too broad Scotch for a lady to use, and at all times, not well kept up-certainly without that evenness which would appertain to a perfect delineation of a Scotch character. If Mrs. Fitzwilliams is ambitious to show her ability to speak with a Scotch accent, she could find some play which OLYMPIC.-This little box holds on in the even tenor of its would furnish an ample field for the scope of her attainment, way, without embarrassment, presenting four pieces every night and a good old English comedy would not suffer a mutilation, to large audiences. Some of the plays have been performed which cannot be justified on any grounds whatsoever. One of upwards of fifty nights during the season, and still the manathe most ridiculous results of this change is that Mr. Wheatley,ger finds it for his interest to announce them for repetition. It or whoever plays the part of the brother, is obliged to speak pure English, if he follow the copy, and thus apprise the audience, in the outset, that the play has been pulled to pieces to suit the fancy of the actress-a complaint which may be made now against almost every eminent performer who is seen on the boards. Surely, to change our subject, there can be but little credit attached to the talents of those who suit plays to their talents rather than their talents to the plays. It is positively annoying to find almost every actor altering the text of our standard plays, thus injuring the author, oftentimes, for the benefit of the actor. We firmly believe that the continuance of this custom is exceedingly baneful to the best interest of the drama, and we think a wholesome rebuke from the audience, occasionally, would be marvellously effective in setting up a reform which is, indeed, most certainly called for by the shades of departed authors. The progress of this system, in conclusion, we may add, indicates to what a low position theatrical criticism has arrived, since against it not even a whisper is heard. Fanny Elssler made her debût before an American audience in a dance, called "La Cracovienne," and in the ballet, entitled "La Tarantule"--a piece of no great merit, and little calculated to display the accomplishments of the actress. The house was crowded in every part, and the enthusiasm exhibited on the occasion was scarcely within bounds, when we reflect upon the torpidity of our audiences during the performances of comedies and tragedies-intellectual entertainments more worthy of the applause of an enlightened public than mere dumb show and is the policy of Mr. Mitchell to present amusing local trifles, and the reward of the enterprise is certain and always equal to the anticipation. The company is a good one, all things considered, and the several members play with much harmony and effect. The whole seems like an entertainment at a family party. EDITORS' TABLE. LADY BULWER.-The following is an extract of a letter from Paris, dated April 10th, 1840. In publishing it, we fully concur with our correspondent, in every particular. We consider the treatment Lady Bulwer has experienced from her husband, (the great novelist,) cruel and unmanly in the extreme. For an expression of our disapprobation of Sir Edward Lytton Bulwer's brutal conduct towards his much injured wife, we refer the reader to the last August number of this magazine. "Since I apprised you of my introduction to Lady Bulwer, she has related to me many interesting details of her history, which I presume is a subject of interest to you, as to the world at large. Her story is on every lip, and. rumor blind, with her thousand tongues, has a new tale for each, remember, then, that what I relate to you is from the mouth of Lady Bulwer herself; facts, which I have since heard authenticated by others. Chevely is no fiction; but rather a feeble portrait of realities and characters too black for earth or humanity. When Chevely first appeared, the wife that would thus make public, the faults of him to whom she was bound by the first and most NEW YORK, JULY, 1840. BOSTON. "Breathes there the man with soul so dead, LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. BOSTON, the subject of the present month's frontispiece, is the capital of Massachusetts, and the fourth city in population, in the United States. The view represents it as taken from what is termed Chelsea, on the east side of Boston Bay, and embraces the principal points and buildings. The city is situated in Suffolk County, on a peninsula of about two and a half miles long, by one mile broad, at the west side of the bay, and is built in what may be termed the form of a crescent, around the harbor, which is one of the most safe and convenient in America. Several bridges connect the peninsula with the adjacent shores, where are to be found those beautiful villages for which Massachusetts is so famed. The bridge conspicuous, in the present engraving, is Charlestown Bridge, connecting Boston with the town of that name, in Middlesex County, where are situated a State Prison, the Massachusetts Insane Hospital, and a Navy Yard of the United States. Near this place was fought the famous battle of Breed's Hill, but better known by the name of "Bunker Hill," and a monument in memory of the same, which is seen in the right of the engraving, is now being erected by an association. It was here that the fearless patriot, Joseph Warren, yielded his valuable life, and whose requiem as a favorite bard expresses it "Time, with his own external lips shall sing," while the battle-ground will be ever associated with the plains of Marathon and Platæ. Boston is the second city in the Union in the shipping interest, and the manufactures are most extensive, embracing almost every art known to civilization. Among the principal buildings, are to be enumerated the State House, Faneuil Hall, Faneuil Hall Market, a splendid structure of granite, five hundred and forty feet in length; the County Court House, the Massachusetts Hospital, and the Tremont House, one of the most elegant hotels of the United States. Boston has ever been famous for its many institutions of art and science, and literature so liberally patronized, and so beneficial to its community, and noted for the greatest number of literary men, produced by any city in the Union; indeed, so much is it proverbial for this last trait of character, that by distinguished travellers it has been honored with the name of "the Literary Emporium of the United States, while it has likewise been ever among the foremost in asserting and defending the rights and liberties of America. We must not omit to mention the Common, a public square, planted with trees, and surrounded by the Mall, a gravelled walk, and both together covering a space of nearly fifty acres. Thou beauteous city of Columbia's land, LOVE. YES, Love may surely boast a source divine, It flows, like Sol's life-giving beams, benign, Of all that live, and breathe, and move; R. H. But vibrates solely from the power of love. Or finny oar, or sinuous folds. SAMUEL WOODWORTH. |