III. SKETCHES OF THE COUNTRY. NUMBER THREE, 359 363 364 368 V. VI. AN AFTERNOON LECTURE. BY REV. DEMOCRITUS HUMDRUM, 369 372 VII. THE JEALOUSY OF LIBERTY. A REVOLUTIONARY INCIDENT, 373 375 XIII. AN HOUR IN THE LOUVRE, XIV. LINES TO SPRING, XV. THE COUNTRY DOCTOR. CHAPTER FOUR, XVI. LINES TO THE WIND. By 'PICTOR,' XVII. AN INCIDENT ON LAKE GEORGE, XIX. THE THUNDER-STORM. By MRS. M. E. HEWITT, XXII. THE GUARDIAN ANGEL. FROM LAMARTINE, XXIII. CUBA IN 1841, TRINITY XXIV. LINES WRITTEN IN TRINITY CHURCH-YARD, LITERARY NOTICES: 2. AUSTIN'S 'VOICE TO THE MARRIED,' 386 388 389 399 400 402 403 404 427 1. TAYLOR'S 'NATURAL HISTORY OF SOCIETY,' 428 429 1. LEMPRIERE'S DICTIONARY AND NEW-YORK REVIEW, 432 433 3. THE EDITOR'S DRAWER, 434 1. A LEAF FROM THE DIARY OF A BACHELOR. 2. PRINCE GILBERT DAVIS. 4. LINDLEY'S HORTICULTURE, 437 5. THE DINING-OUT MAN, 438 6. THE SETTLERS AT HOME, 7. THE DRAMA, 8. POETRY AND LIFE OF SCOTT: FRANCIS'S EDITION, 440 441 1. THE PARK. 2. THE NATIONAL. 3. THE BOWERY. 4. THE CHATHAM. 442 9. WHAT THEY THINK IN ENGLAND OF WAR WITH US, SCHLEGEL'S PHILOSOPHY OF HISTORY; TAPPAN ON THE WILL; THE 444 444 445 445 445 445 Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1841, BY JAMES T. DEAN, In the Clerk's office of the District Court of the Southern District of New-York. WHAT did the wise man mean, when he said, 'There is no new thing under the sun?' He certainly did not intend to affirm that novelties had ceased; that every thing practicable had been already accomplished, and every thing discoverable discovered; that language was pumped dry, and the literary stream could run no longer; for he says again, what our own experience tells us was prophetic, that 'in the multitude of books there is no end.' He meant simply, that in the daily plodding routine of business, and in the monotonous round of pleasure and vice, all soon becomes tiresome and disgusting. Why, the world is a complete manufactory of novelties, with its batting and carding machines, its spindles and shuttles, with their thousand-tongued buzzing and clatter, constantly turning out their compages and fabrics! Every thing changes but the eternal laws of God and nature, which decree that all else shall change. Old things constantly pass away, that all things may become new. Man follows but the laws which bind the elements of which he is composed; and so the dust, gases, and humors, which make up his corporeal nature, are all destroyed, or give place to other dust, gases, and humors, and in a short time he becomes literally a new man. Time would fail me to rummage the charnel-house of the past, to rake from the ashes the dry, disjointed bones of the millions of the mighty, whom the universal Undertaker has shovelled into his bottomless vaults; to present again the sophomoric topics of Greece and Rome, and Tyre and Carthage; to visit the interminable labyrinth of discovery, and the world's patent-office of invention; to drag from mouldering heaps the forgotten tread, and hand-mills, and the primitive, lumbering blockwheeled vehicles, to place them in antithesis with the gigantic machinery and lightning-sped locomotive of to-day; and finally, to contrast the theory of Plato, that the earth is an equilateral triangle, with that of Newton, of whose name each diamond of heaven that glitters reminds us, as we gaze on its unfading lustre. |