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NEW-YORK.

BY SAMUEL WOODWORTH.

While pulpit, press and bar, are all combined, To mend the heart, and elevate the mind.

Nor do these mighty engines toil alone, By other hands the seeds of taste are sown; The Drama opes its bright instructive scenes ; Its object use-amusement but the means ; For though the muse resort to fiction's aid, Fiction is here, but truth in masquerade, And thousands, who her grave entreaties shun, Are, by her borrowed smiles, allured and won.

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 inpulse, they simultaneously kuceled down, as if to do homage to the lifeless marble.

Hail! happy city! where the arts convene And busy commerce animates the scene, Where taste and elegance, with wealth combine, To perfect Art, in every bright design ; Where splendid mansions that attract the eye Can boast, what Opulence could never buy, The generous wish that springs to Virtue's goal, The liberal mind, the high, aspiring soul; The free-born wish, that warms the patriot's breast, The chaste refinements that make beauty blest: These are the charms that give Industry, here, A pleasing relish and a hope sincere ; And while they bid the sighs of anguish cease, Strew Labor's pillow with the flowers of peace.

When the sad exile, freed from ocean's storm,
First treads our shore, what hopes his bosom warm!
For welcome meets him with an honest smile,
And kind attentions every care beguile.
No dread of tyrants here his peace annoys,
No fear of fetters mar his bosom's joys;
No dark suspicions on his steps attend,
He only needs one, here, to find a friend;
He finds, at once, a refuge and a home,
No longer mourns the cause that bade him roam.

Where'er he turns, on every side are traced
The marks of genius, and enlightened taste;
He sees in every portico and dome,
The architectural grace of Greece and Rome;
And finds in our unrivalled promenades,
Charms that may vie with Athens' classic shades.
That rural scene which skirts the loveliest bay
That ever sparkled in the solar ray;
Where the rude engines of relentless Mars,
Once frown'd in ranks beneath Columbia's stars,
But which have since for ever yielded place
To fashion, beauty, elegance, and grace-
That lovely scene first greets the wanderer's eye,
And cheats his bosom of a passing sigh,
So like some spots upon his native shore,
By him, perhaps, to be enjoyed no more!

On either hand a mighty river glides,
Which here, at length, unite and mingle tides,
Like some fond pair, affianced in the skies,
Whose forms, as yet, ne'er met each other's eyes;
When the auspicious fated moment rolls,
They meet—they love-unite, and mingle souls.

Magnific piles, the monuments of Art,
And lofty spires adorn this splendid mart;
Where Piety erects her sacred shrine,
And

pays her homage to the power divine;
Where heaven-born "genius wings his eagle flight,
Rich dew-drops shaking from his wings of light.”
Where Science opens wide his boundless store
Of classic sweets, and antiquated lore;
Where freedom, virtue, knowledge, all unite,
To make the scene an Eden of delight;

Yes, bow before the marble bust,
Though Mignon slumbers with the just,
Yet in your hearts his noble name
A prouder cenotaph shall claim.
Yes, bow; if virtue, here on earth,
If mental powers and moral worth,

If temper mild and even,
If universal Christian love
Can claim a deed to worlds above,

Then Mignon reigns in Heaven.
Then bow, for 'tis not oft ye find
Such blameless ones 'mong human kind.
'Tis no affected gratitude

For worthless service that you kneel,
No shedder of your fellows' blood,

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,
Needed no other claim beside!
His was the holy power to move,
Based on the might of Christian love!

Original. FAME.

He called me his “ blessing rich and rare,"
And dearer to me, those sweet words were,
Than the loftiest notes, in which thou, oh! Fame !
With thy clarion voice, could'st sound my name.
Alas! there is little desert in me,
Applause to gather from him or thee;
But for this-that his slightest look of praise
Enricheth me more than all thy bays,
Even for this if thou sound my name,
It should be in a kindly tone-oh, Fame !

FRANCES S. OS GOOD.

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LITERARY REVIEW.
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The King's HigHWAY: Harper & Brothers. This, the last THE MEETING OF THE SPIRITS. ('production of James, the most industrious, and, certainly, the

most popular of modern novelists, adds another cluster of bright BY LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY.

leaves to the already brilliant chaplet which adorns his brow.

We entertained fears, some time since, that the novelist was Sue floated on a silvery cloud,

writing with too great rapidity, and without that effort which And to the earth drew near,

is necessary to sustain an author who has filled a large space

in the popular heart. After reading this work, however, we Still bending down her angel-glance

have come to the conclusion that no preceding romance, by the On what was once most dear,

same writer,cau justifiably be pronounced superior as a literary

work. James understands his art in all its ramifications, and On mountain's breast, on forest-shade,

nothing is wanting in the results of which criticism itself deGreen in her native air,

mands., In variety of incident, in rhetoric, in beauty and And on that temple's hallow'd dome,

strength of sentiment, in the complete delineation and finish of Whence rose her Sabbath prayer.

character, in the emulation of good deeds and noble impulses,

in the promotion of the best liberty of man, in the elevation of She hover'd round her pleasant home,

the female character, in the presentation of historical truth, in In blooming spring-tide gay,

the reconciliation of conflicting evidences upon the lives of the But faded were the flowers she rear'd,

great, in an earnest desire for the purification of all that per

tains to humanity-in a word, to the broad and general repre. And mute her harp-strings lay.

sentation of maukind, by the most faithful exhibitions, he

brings powers of mind and ability to execute such as There, sickening on his lonely couch,

novelist-we remember all of our day, in fact, of any day-has Was stretched her bosom's friend,

shown more than a reseinblance, great, even, though the simiAnd stranger forms were bending low,

Jarity may truly be pronounced to have been.

In paying His helplessness to tend.

homage to the great intellect, mankind are apt to spurn as

unworthy all but one in the same sphere of action, but the day He fainted-and though all unseen,

will come when the name of James shall stand like "star She to his side drew nigh,

apart" in its own individual brightness. We have bowed to

the brilliant light of Scott--but then“ Sol occubuit, et nulla noz And shook fresh perfumes from her wing,

secuta est,"—the sun sets, but no might follows ! Like breath of Araby.

OutlineS OF DISORDERED MENTAL ACTION: Harper And deep within his secret soul,

Brothers. This forms another part of the family library. The

generally-received opinion upon the subjects treated, are here Her spirit-eye she turn'd,

arrayed in a lucid and simple style, which, to the youthful reaAnd saw the shafts that in each vein,

der, will prove acceptable. We do not agree, on many points, With restless anguish burn'd

with the college-woru doctrines of Mr. C'pham. They are too

sensual by half; neither do we rank ourselves with the transBeheld the tear that drains the heart,

cendental school. To the tyro, however, all of this volume is In ceaseless fountain pour,

important, as it will lead to thought, which, in philosophical or And knew the love that cheer'd his life,

other studies, is better than books, and more to be trusted. Must light its path no more.

LADY JANE Grey: Lea & Blanchard.—This novel is by

Thomas Miller, formerly known as the basket-maker. The And then, before His glorious throne,

period of history which the author has chosen, is an inviting Who ruleth earth and sky,

one, and it is but poor justice to him to say that he has man

aged his subject with commendable skill, force and beauty, Sigh'd forth, like trembling music's tone

The reader will not commence these volumes without progres“Oh, Father! let him die."

sing to the end, for the incidents and characters introduced,

excite a degree of interest which is not common to novels of A corpse lay on its pillow white,

this class.-Carvills. And grief was moaning low,

The Youth Or SHAKSPEARE: Lea & Blanchard.- This is a But the glad meeting, in the heavens,

work of fancy, founded upon the materials, scattered far and Might nono but seraphs know.

wide, furnished by the contemporaries of the myriad-minded

bard. It introduces many persons whose names are familiar to Hartford, Conn.

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 conOriginal.

temporaries, however, is a fault which cannot pass unnoticed, A MAY-DAY SONG.

since our adoration of the poet may be indulged in without

detracting from the merits of his brother dramatists, several of BY FRANCES S. OSGOOD.

whom were gifted with extraordinary powers of mind, and in

admiration of which, the true critic may delight without hesitaYes ! thou shalt wear the wreath we are merrily braiding, tion. We think that the history and writings of these men do Of buds and blooms-the beautiful roses of Spring!

not justify the treatment which they have received from the

hands of this novelist.-Carvills. Amid the hair, thy forehead of snow, o'ershading, 'Twill mock the blush that steals to thy cheek as we sing. three numbers of this new work, by Charles Dickens, scarcely

MASTER HUMPHREY's Clock: Lea & Blanchard. The first For thee we twine;—for who could so gracefully wear it suggest any remarks. It is evident, nevertheless, that the work As she, whose heart is lovely and pure as the rose,

will, in its progress, be much more sprightly than a superficial

view of the parts published, lead us to anticipate. The work The wreath is thine, and the happiness, each of us share it, is handsomely illustrated, and the portrait of “Boz," a capital

For thou art so meek, no envy can mar thy repose. one.-Wiley & Putnam.

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THEATRICALS.

tinsel. Fanny Elssler is not so immeasurably superior to other

performers in her line, either, to justify any very extraordinary Park.This theatre is now gliding smoothly along on the

excitement, if we may judge from what we have seen.

She is, tide of success. Since our last, Mrs. Fitzwilliams has passed however, excellent in her style, and her graces shine with no through a short and tolerably profitable engagement. To say mean lustre. Undoubtedly, she is deserving of very high that the audiences have not been so large as the talents of the

praise, and when we say that she is a finished artiste, we would actress should command, would be to state what has happened express a warmth of commendation which we have not space to to every performer who has come amongst us, up to the arrival utler in detail. Her poetry of motion is nervous and brilliant, of Fanny Elssler, Mrs. Fitzwilliams is a charming votary of not bold or startling, her grace and movements of an anapæstic Thalia, and adds to the graces of her comic displays, those of order, if we may be allowed the expression, though sometimes the song and the dance. Her musical talent is particularly she skeletonizes with great rapidity and quickness. In some evident in her burlesque singing of operatic music, while the other ballet it is possible that we may have a different style ernaivete with which she executes a simple ballad, shows an ap- bibited, but thus far we speak only of the character of the expreciation of the poetry and music which it is her province to

hibitions which we have seen. present to her auditors. In Foreign Airs and Native Graces," Miss Shirreff took her farewell benefit on the eve of her dethe versatility of her gepius shines with remarkable lustre, and

parture for Europe, on the 21st, ultimo. The house was throngno one can witness the exhibition without being struck with the

ed on the occasion, and the performances went off with uncomaccomplishments of the lady, and the powers of the actress. In

mon spirit and effect, while the testimonials of gratification comedy, she excels by the naturalness of her colloquy, which

were abundant, and the evidences of regret for the loss, at least seems rather the result of the moment than any premeditated for a time, of the lady and the opera, were communicated in a display of elocution. Her style, therefore, is exceedingly pleas- manner which must have been exceedingly acceptable to the ing, and she has the happy faculty of imparting good humor to vocalist. May she experience in her own land that enthusiasm all around her, making even the auditors, seemingly, to be of the and kindness which she has in this. scene rather than out of it. In the dignified lady she is not at

CHATHAM.-This establishment appears to be very successful home, but in the lively daughter of nineteen, the gay widow, or the hoydenish ward, she appears to very great advantage. In

and is well attended. During the past month Mr. Booth, and all parts, where a flow of animal spirits is necessary to a correct

Madame Celeste, who were engaged for a few nights, have sus.

tained themselves through profitable engagements. On some delineation of character, she is mistress of her art, and to these she has the good sense to confine herself, rather than hazard

occasions, Mr. Booth appeared to have lost little of his original

brightness, on others he performed in a spiritless manner, her reputation by depicting characters of a different stamp, which, though well rendered, could not increase her fame. To

though we can scarcely say to the disappointment of a majority

of his auditors. On his last night, his voice was rich and pow. one feature of Mrs. Fitzwilliams' engagement we must express

erful, his manner equal to that of his best days, and the gratifiour entire disapproval, although in doing so, we know very well that all our censure falls upon the lady. “The Soldier's cation of the audience was general and intense. Madame CeDaughter," an old and favorite comedy was produced, shorn of

leste has performed effectively in her well kuown melo-dramatie its beams, and the lively English widow of the original, displays, and has given much delight to the admirers of pantoplaced to make room for a poorly-acted Scotch widow, in

mimic acting. We have spoken of her merits so particularly which the language was too broad Scotch for a lady to use, and

in sormer numbers that farther comment is useless. It is but at all times, not well kept up-certainly without that evenness just to add, notwithstanding, that she does not seem to have lost which would appertain to a perfect delineation of a Scotch

her relish for the profession, and has given the same satisfaccharacter. If Mrs. Fitzwilliams is ambitious to show her ability tion which her efforts heretofore have created. 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, I ger finds it for his interest to announce them for repetition. It or whoever plays the part of the brother, is obliged to speak is the policy of Mr. Mitchell to present amusing local trides, pure English, if he follow the copy, and thus apprise the audi and the reward of the enterprise is certain and always equal to ence, in the outset, that the play has been pulled to pieces to suit the anticipation. The company is a good one, all things conthe fancy of the actress-a complaint which may be made now sidered, and the soveral members play with much harmony against almost every eminent performer who is seen on the and effect. The whole seems like an entertainment at a family boards. Surely, to change our subject, there can be but party. little credit attached to the talents of those who suit plays to their talents rather than their talents to the plays. It is posi

EDITORS' TABLE. tively annoying to find almost every actor altering the text of our standard plays, thus injuring the author, oftentimes, for the LADY BULWER.—The following is an extract of a letter from benefit of the actor. We firmly believe that the continuance Paris, dated April 10th, 1840. In publishing it, we fully concur of this custom is exceedingly baneful to the best interest of the with our correspondent, in every particular. We consider drama, and we think a wholesome rebuko from the audience, the treatment Lady Bulwer has experienced from her husband, occasionally, would be marvellously effective in setting up all (the great novelist,) cruel and unmanly in the extreme. For reform which is, indeed, most certainly called for by the shades an expression of our disapprobation of Sir Edward Lytton of departed authors. The progress of this system, in conclu Bulwer's brutal conduct towards his much injured wife, we sion, we may add, indicates to what a low position theatrical refer the reader to the last August number of this magazine. criticism has arrived, since against it not even a whisper is "Since I apprised you of my introduction to Lady Bulwer, she heard.

has related to me many interesting details of her history, which Fanny Elssler made her debut before an American andience in

I presume is a subject of interest to you, as to the world at large. a dance, called “La Cracovienne," and in the ballet, entitled Her story is on every lip, and rumor blind, with her thousand “La Tarantule"--a piece of no great merit, and little calcula tongues, has a new tale for each , remember, then, that what I ted to display the accomplishments of the actress. The house relate to you is from the mouth of Lady Bulwer herself; facts, was crowded in every part, and the enthusiasm exhibited on which I have since heard authenticated by others. the occasion was scarcely within bounds, when we reflect upon Chevely is no fiction ; but rather a feeble portrait of realities the torpidity of our audiences during the performances of come and characters too black for earth or humanity. When Cheve. dies and tragedies-intellectual entertainments more worthy of ly first appeared, the wife that would thus make public, the the applause of an enlightened public than mere dumb show and faults of him to whom sbe was bound by the first and most

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BOSTON.

and both together covering a space of nearly fifty acres. * Breathes there the man with soul so dead,

The inhabitants are courteous, warm-hearted and hosWho never to himself hath said,

pitable, and in no city in the Union is the stranger more This is my own, my native land! Whose beart has ne'er within him burned,

kindly received and cherished. The following lines are, As home his footsteps he hath turned,

perhaps, not inapplicable of its character, and that of its From wandering op a foreign strand."

citizens: Boston, the subject of the present month's frontis

Thou beauteous city of Columbia's land, piece, is the capital of Massachusetts, and the fourth

Home of the wanderer of a foreign strand, city in population, the United States. The view

Whose hearts are open as the dawning day, represents it as taken from what is termed Chelsea, on

To cheer the Pilgrim on his dubious way. the east side of Boston Bay, and embraces the principal

Though far from home, and clouded was his sky, points and buildings. The city is situated in Suffolk

Thou gavest the hand, and dried his tearful eye; County, on a peninsula of about two and a half miles

Bade him forget his toil and travel past, long, by one mile broad, at the west side of the bay, and

And moor his barque within thy haven fast. is built in what may be termed the form of a crescent,

Thy daughters, lovely as the first young flower, around the harbor, which is one of the most safe and

That opes its bosom at the summer hour, convenient in America. Several bridges connect the

Whose eyes with gems of pity ever gleam, peninsula with the adjacent shores, where are to be

Yet bright as sunbursts on the dewy stream. found those beautiful villages for which Massachusetts

Thy brothers, manly, candid, true and brave, is so famed. The bridge conspicuous, in the present

Who guard the boon their fathers died to save, engraving, is Charlestown Bridge, connecting Boston

For here the quenchless fire of Liberty began, with the town of that name, in Middlesex County, where

And spread its blaze to every patriot man. are situated a State Prison, the Massachusetts Insane

'Twas here the tyrant, in his power of might, Hospital, and a Navy Yard of the United States. Near

Bowed down to Freemen in the bloody fight. this place was fought the famous batıle of Breed's Hill, Thou three-hillid empress! Proudly dost thou stand but better known by the name of Bunker Hill," and

And gaze upon thy island-studded strand; a monument in memory of the same, which is seen

While rolls the ocean to thy emerald breast, in the right of the engraving, is now being erected by an

Or, like a child in slumber, lies at rest. association. It was here that the fearless patriot,

My heart is with thee, Boston, still with thee! Joseph Warren, yielded his valuable life, and whose In busy throngs, or 'neath the woodland tree; requiem as a favorite bard expresses it

A wayward youth-a son of foreign shore,

Yields thee this tribute from his heart's deep core. Time, with his own external lips shall sing,"

Take, take the gift, 'tis all that he can pay, while the battle-ground will be ever associated with the

For nights of bliss, and hours of soul by day. plains of Marathon and Platæ. Boston is the second

Oh! may God cast his mantle o'er thy form, city in the Union in the shipping interest, and the manu And shield thee ever from the world's wild storm! factures are most extensive, embracing almost every art known to civilization. Among the principal buildings, are to be enumerated the State House, Faneuil Hall,

LOVE.
Faneuil Hall Market, a splendid structure of granite, five
hundred and forty feet in length; the County Court Yes, Love may surely boast a source divine,
House, the Massachusetts Hospital, and the Tremont Whatever be its early form and feature,
House, one of the most elegant hotels of the United

It flows, like Sol's life-giving beams, benign,
States. Boston has ever been famous for its many insti From the Creator to the humblest creature.
tutions of art and science, and literature so liberally It is the very life and soul
patronized, and so beneficial to its community, and noted

Of all that live, and breathe, and move; for the greatest number of literary men, produced by any There's not a pulse from pole to pole, city in the Union ; indeed, so much is it proverbial for

But vibrates solely from the power of love. this last trait of character, that by distinguished travel

The largest form, the smallest thing lers it has been honored with the name of the Literary That nature's boundless kingdom bolds, Emporium of the United States, while it has likewise

Whether it moves on foot or wing, been ever among the foremost in asserting and defending

Or finny oar, or sinuous folds. the rights and liberties of America. We must not omit All, all exist on this mysterious plan, to mention the Common, a public square, planted with From viewless insects, up to lordly man ! trees, and surrounded by the Mall, a gravelled walk,

R. H.

SAMUEL WOODWORTH.

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