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PRISMATICS. BY RICHARD HAYWARDE. Illustrated with Wood-En by ELLIOTT, DARLEY, KENSETT, HICKS, and ROSSITER. In one v York: D. APPLETON AND COMPANY.

A MERE announcement of the publication of this very already been made in these pages; but we reluct at p without farther notice, simply because a portion of its co at different times, in the KNICKERBOCKER. It is too rare gentleman, engaged in the arduous and toilful pursuits his hours of leisure in intellectual recreations, which upon himself and his readers, to pass without remark and tion. But the work before us claims no especial conside It is not as a piece of penmanship from the hand of a bli composition from a deaf mute, that this genial book is affords in itself another and a striking illustration of th writers are not always those who devote themselves as a profession. We can call to mind-we do call to as we write-American 'authors,' so-called, who in any works cannot show a tithe of the keen observation of m perception and clear limnings of the beautiful in natu delineations and contrasts of character, which may be f And now, even at the risk of repeating a portion of our our older readers, we must be pardoned for calling atter of description, which if we re-read with renewed pleasure us, it may be assumed will not be less interesting to th

Dolphin-tints, and hectic-hints of what was shortly coming on,
Did I worship АMY MILTON: fragile was the faith I built on!
Then we parted; broken-hearted I, when she left Babylon.
'As upon the moveless water lies the motionless frigata,

Flings her spars and spidery outlines lightly on the lucid plain,
But, whene'er the fresh breeze bloweth, to more distant oceans goeth,
Never more the old haunt knoweth, never more returns again -
'So is Woman evanescent; shifting with the shifting present;
Changing like the changing tide, and faithless as the fickle sea;
Lighter than the wind-blown thistle; falser than the fowler's whistle
Was that coaxing piece of hoaxing - AMY MILTON's love to me.'

These are lines that require no comment. They carry their own comndation with them. The poem of 'Hetabel,' which is almost equally citous, appeared too recently in these pages, as one of the 'CENTURY PAPERS,' be quoted here. The essay on 'Old Books,' in its loving appreciation of writers of the golden days of Old English Literature, will continually hind the reader of CHARLES LAMB; a man whom our author resembles in re points than one. If, like LAMB, he is, in business-hours, a 'slave to the -book and ledger,' his tranquil evenings, like ELIA's, have evidently been sed in affectionate companionship with his beloved folios.'

The story of Aunt Miranda' appeared in advance of the publication of RISMATICS,' in the KNICKERBOCKER; and many an eye has moistened over simple but most effective records. 'Orange-Blossoms,' a tale of love and rriage, is no whit behind it, in picturesque grouping of scene and charac; but to that we must commend the reader in the volume itself. From e First Oyster-Eater' we select a single passage, describing the manner which that fortunate individual first 'scraped acquaintance' with that now strious bivalve:

THE word OYSTER is unquestionably primitive. The broad open vowel-sound is, ond a doubt, the primal, spontaneous thought that found utterance when the soft, active mollusc first exposed its white bosom in its pearly shell to the enraptured e of aboriginal man! Is there a question about it? Does not every one know, when sces an oyster, that that is its name? And hence we reason that it originated in ain, was latinized by the Romans, replevined by the Saxons, corrupted by the Teu3, and finally barbecued by the French. Oh, philological ladder by which we mount ward, until we emerge beneath the clear vertical light of Truth!! Methinks I see FIRST OYSTER-EATER! A brawny, naked savage, with his wild hair matted over his

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'HERE the lamented dead in dust shall lie,

Life's lingering languors o'er, its labors don
Where waving boughs betwixt the earth and s
Admit the farewell radiance of the sun.'

'Here the long concourse from the murmuring
With funeral-pace and slow, shall enter in,
To lay the loved in tranquil silence down,
No more to suffer, and no more to sin.'

When, or in what occasional fugitive effusion the coup we do not now remember; but we think it formed the c tribute to a lady-friend, in the pages of an album, wh gatherums' of poor verse and worse prose were more in sent:

'Oн, who on earth would love to live, Unless he lived to love?'

We cannot dismiss this volume without adverting to th its illustrations and its typography, which reflect so mu liberality and good taste of the publishers. The designs, v of love' on the part of the eminent artists who prepare beautifully transferred by the engravers; while the th paper, and excellent printing, leave nothing to be desired conclude:' a more pleasant companion for an unemplo matter-full, enjoyable tome, in a small compass; a work please alike the heart, the fancy, and the eye, we cannot

othing but truth will do: no love will serve that is not eternal, and as large the universe.' 'I have known her, by the severity of her truth, mow wn a crop of evil like the angel of retribution itself, and could not suffintly admire her courage. A conversation she had with Mr.

just before

went to Europe, was one of these things; and there was not a particle of will in it, but it was truth which she could not help seeing and uttering, r he refuse to accept.

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ris, which they said was perfectly tremendous. They themselves sat athless; Mr. was struck dumb; his eyes fixed on her with wonder d amazement, yet gazing too with an attention which seemed like fascinaWhen she had done, he still looked to see if she was to say more; and en he found she had really finished, he arose, took his hat, said faintly, 'I ank you,' and left the room. He afterward said to Mr.

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eak ill of her; she has done me good.''

'I never shall

In August of 1846, MARGARET carried out a long-cherished desire of visitEurope, in order to a better acquaintance with its forms, ideas, and men, d the attainment of a wider horizon of experience.

There she saw MAZZINI, WORDSWORTH, DE QUINCEY, CHALMERS, JOANNA ILLIE, the the HOWITTS, SOUTHWOOD SMITH, and CARLYLE. THOMAS CARLE, whose talk was as copious and more amusing than that of COLERIDGE, ew from MARGARET the following good-humored complaint: He 'allows no e a chance, but bears down all opposition, not only by his wit and onset of ords, resistless in their sharpness as so many bayonets, but by actual phyal superiority, raising his voice, and rushing on his opponent with a torrent sound.' From England again, to Paris, where she saw GEORGE SAND; a man who 'needs no defence, but only to be understood, for she has bravely ted out her nature, and always with good intentions.' She visited, also, MENNAIS, the Apostle of Democracy; and BERANGER, the people's poet; d saw and touched the manuscripts of ROUSSEAU, a man of whose genius e stood in great admiration. From Paris to Rome, Florence, Milan, studyg the arts of a country whose literature was a part of her existence, and

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'In person, MARGARET was rather under the middle I face and frame that would indicate fulness and tenacity plexion was fair, with strong fair hair.' She was careful dress, and of lady-like self-possession. She was naturally and good appearance before the world. Her temperament what the physiologist would call nervous-sanguine. B but the expressive feature, and air of mingled dignity an a commanding charm. Such is the description which th her person. She was always painfully conscientious in duties, and thought, read, and wrote much, in defiance of Of her character we have spoken much in various parts life developed itself in common-sense and passionate energ acteristics were always subordinated to a terrible sincer and unalterable love of justice and truth. To use her ow

'Through the woman's smile looks the male

The poetic in temperament was strongly developed. She perceptions of the beautiful in nature and art, and deriv from the contemplation of lovely forms. She was an int rated from the 'fine frenzy,' and wanting 'the large utt gods.' Hence, thought usurped the seat of melody, and that beautiful completeness which stamps the true work was closely allied to the BARRETT and BROWNING School sence of an ideal, which language struggled in the attemp ing was, to a degree, always irksome and tiresome to he much on better hours and moments of inspiration for the task. There was somewhat a little pagan about her: more or less distinct, in a fate, and in a guardian genius pride, had played with her religion.' She was attracted Mythology and Demonology, French Socialism, and all set a high value on sortilege, and attached importance