pose, her walk and conversation among us has been as good as a preached sermon-that is to say a moral discourse. Well, the deacon was quite taken with the notion, for Betty is a comely woman to look to yet, though well nigh on to fifty, and he went directly to lay the matter before some of the church members, and they made strong objections to the match, on account of Betty's so often breaking the third commandment, which comes, I suppose, from her being brought up in Old England, where they are by no means so particular about teaching the youth their catechise as with us. The deacon, however, had set his face as a flint, and there were consultations about it, till at last two of the brethren agreed to go and talk to Betty on the subject, and make her promise that she would put a tight rein on her tongue.

'Betty promised everything they asked; but you know when a body always goes in the same track, it makes a deep rut, and it is next to an impossibility to turn out of it; and so, while Betty was talking with them, every other sentence was, "God help us, gentlemen," and "God bless your souls, I'll do my best," and so on; and they came away more dead set against the match than ever. But Martin went on in spite of them, and married her; and except in the matter of the third commandment, there is not a more exemplary deacon's wife in the state than Betty makes.' vol. ii. pp. 284, 285.

The moral of Redwood, as intimated in the preface, is properly a religious one. We had some apprehensions on seeing this intimation, that the moral would be too anxiously and obtrusively brought forward, and pressed with a wearisome frequency and perseverance. The writer of a novel, the design of which is professedly to instruct, is always in danger of falling into this error. He is himself so full of the importance of the lesson he inculcates, that he is apt to suppose that it cannot be too often nor too earnestly repeated, nor enforced by too much argument and amplification, nor illustrated by too many or too obvious examples. We must say, however, that we see few if any traces of this fault in Redwood. The moral is well wrought into the texture of the work, but never officiously presented. It is not enough to say of this novel, that the reader is relieved and refreshed at due intervals, by being let out from the instructions of the author into the great world about him, to amuse himself with what is going on there; and is then gently recalled to the lesson, which the author wishes to teach. It is doing it better justice to say, that the world itself is only then made to

the reader, what it ought always to be, the great school and place of discipline, the experience and observation of which should form us to virtue.

We have already spoken of the author's skill in the drawing of characters. Next to the character of Debby, that of Susan is sketched with the greatest spirit and originality. Either of these would of itself suffice to give a reputation to the work. All the others, even the subordinate ones, give ample proofs of a fertile invention, and a wide and close observation. The very persons who seem, at first sight, to be brought forward only for the purpose of exhibiting our national manners, or who are casually introduced, in some single incident of the plot, are, for the most part, distinguished from each other by some striking peculiarity. The Vermont Yeoman, Mr Lenox, and even the Shaker gardener, though but just seen in the course of the narrative, leave a strong individual impression on the mind of the reader, an impression that bears witness to the abundance and variety of the author's resources. The style of the work in that most difficult part, the dialogue, is exceedingly natural, spirited, and appropriate. That of the narrative parts, however, though always flowing and often eloquent, is not in all places equal to that of the dialogue. It may be suggested to the author, whether the anxiety always to express herself pointedly and brilliantly has not, in some instances, taken from the sincerity of her manner, and thus diminished the force and depth of the impression intended to be made. We have also noted some deviations from purity of language, which have doubtless been the more striking in a work written with such apparent care.

The peculiarities in the manners and character of our countrymen, have too long been connected with ideas merely low and ludicrous. We complain of our English neighbors for holding them up as objects simply ridiculous and laughable, but it is by no means certain that we have not encouraged them by our example. It is time, however, that they were redeemed from these gross and degrading associations. It is time that they should be mentioned, as they deserve to be, with something else than a sneer, and that a feeling of respect should mingle with the smile they occasion. We are happy to see the author of this work connecting them, as we

find them connected in real life, with much that is ennobling and elevated, with traits of sagacity, benevolence, moral courage and magnanimity. These are qualities, which by no means impair any comic effect those peculiarities may have; they rather relieve and heighten it. They transform it from mere buffoonery to the finest humor. When this is done, something is done to exalt our national reputation abroad, and to improve our national character at home. It is also a sort of public benefit, to show what copious and valuable materials the private lives and daily habits of our countrymen offer to the writer of genius. It is as if one were to discover to us rich ores and gems lying in the common earth about us. But our readers must by this time be weary of our comments, and we dismiss them, with pleasure, to the perusal of the work itself.

ART. II.-Reminiscences of Charles Butler, Esq. of Lincoln's Inn; with a Letter to a Lady on Ancient and Modern Music. From the Fourth London Edition. 12mo. pp. 351. New York. Bliss and White.

To those who would gather knowledge without much expense of thought, or labor of study, better pleased to loiter in the smooth places of literature, than toil up its rugged ascents in search of its higher trophies; and to those who would relax their severer studies with an agreeable variety of literary anecdote, traits in the character of distinguished men, and curious historical facts; to all such persons, these remembrances of a veteran scholar, and amiable man, may be highly recommended. The author has long been known, as a writer and a lawyer of considerable eminence, and it is the purpose of this work, which he insinuates may be his last, to comprise such scattered thoughts as had occurred to him in the course of his studies, relate some of the incidents in his own life connected with his literary pursuits, and to add notices of all his previous publications. These ends he has attained in such a manner, as to mingle amusement with the instruction he communicates, and to win the reader not more by the variety and interest of his topics, than by the ease and

simplicity of his style, and the fair, candid, temperate, and liberal views, which mark the operations of his mind. As a scholar, or man of learning, his works abundantly testify that few have ranged so widely in the fields of human knowledge, or returned laden with stores so rich and abundant, notwithstanding his intense devotedness to a very absorbing and laborious profession. The following short notice of himself affords a key, by which the mystery of his great attainments is easily unlocked.

"Very early rising,-a systematic division of his time,-absti nence from all company and from all diversions not likely to amuse him highly, from reading, writing, or even thinking on modern party politics, and, above all,-never permitting a bit or scrap of time to be unimployed,-have supplied him with an abundance of literary hours. His literary acquisitions are principally owing to the rigid observance of four rules ;-to direct his attention to one literary object only at a time; to read the best book upon it, consulting others as little as possible ;- where the subject was contentious, to read the best book on each side ;-to find out men of information, and, in their society, to listen, not to talk.' p. 23.

A life of fifty years thus employed could not fail to accomplish things, which might at first seem incredible. No virtue is more rare than economy in the division and use of time, and in the few instances where this has been rigidly practised, the world has seen prodigies of attainment. Seneca tells of the vigilance with which he seized on every moment of time as it passed; not a day at its close could reproach him with idleness, and his studies were drawn out to a late hour of the night. In one of his beautiful Epistles he says; Nullus mihi per otium dies exit; partes noctium studiis vindico; non vaco somno, sed succumbo, et occulos vigilia fatigatos, cadentesque, in opere detineo. Sir William Jones is a remarkable example in point; with talents of a high order, it is true, but more especially by an industry that never tired, and a methodical appropriation of every moment of his time to some definite purpose, he made acquisitions in the midst of a busy life that astonish the mind, accustomed to observe only the ordinary results of intellectual labor. His aims were always fixed high, and he seldom fell below them; the vast schemes, which he did not live to mature, were not without their use in carrying his mind upward,

and giving it the excitement of a lofty motive. It cannot be denied, that there is sometimes danger to be apprehended from this very propensity for grasping so much. By indulging in so wide a range, the mind necessarily acquires a habit of dwelling on particulars, and, without the exercise of much caution and good judgment, its energy will be lost on trifles; magno conatu magnas nugas. In the same proportion it will lose the power of developing broad principles, and of drawing from particulars, general and philosophical conclusions. This was doubtless in some degree true of Sir William Jones; not that his mind was deficient in the powers of philosophical discrimination, but his eagerness for new attainments was so great, that time was not left, nor space in his thoughts, for arrangement and combination. In many cases he reasoned and thought profoundly, but take all his labors together, we are amazed rather at what he learnt, than at what he has taught.

There is good counsel in Seneca's Second Epistle, on the subject of diversity of study, which our readers will pardon us for translating. The best proof of a well ordered mind,' says Seneca, 'is its power of remaining quiet and keeping company with itself. Be cautious that the reading of many authors, and those of all descriptions, do not produce vagueness and instability. Close application to a few writers of rare merit is necessary, if you would treasure up anything, which will settle faithfully into the mind. He, who is everywhere, is nowhere; and the traveller, who is always in motion, may experience much hospitality, but make no friendships. So it will be with those, who dwell not on a particular branch of study, till they become familiar with it, but are always hurrying from one thing to another. Nothing so much impedes a restoration to health, as a frequent change of medicine; a wound will not heal, which is irritated by repeated applications; a plant will not flourish, which is often removed to a new soil; and in short, perpetual change is injurious in everything. A multitude of books distracts the mind. Since, therefore, you cannot read all you can obtain, it is enough that you possess as many as you can read. "But" you reply, "I wish to look a little into this volume, and a little into that." It is the mark of a fastidious stomach to desire to taste of many dishes, which, when of various