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when monarchs hesitated, and ministers looked on with cold and calculating indifference, she cast her jewels upon the waters, and fortune paid her with a new world, from which has sprung a race of men, who have given new hopes to liberty, when it was nearly lost; and who are now struggling to throw back on Europe, with interest and gratitude, the rays of light we have received from her. In the strong cord of public opinion, which binds us a people, when chains of adamant could not, the silken and the golden threads are what woman thinks of public measures !"
PROTESTANT JESUITISM. BY A PROTESTANT. 12 mo. New-York : HARPER AND
The title of this book and the table of contents are alike dubious, and a little startling. Whether the author has erred in this dash of the ad captandum, and frightened whom he would attract, we could not have said so well at first, as after a second thought. On the whole, we believe he could not have done better ; first, because the book will secure attention; and next, because it will be more extensively approved than one would predict, under the first jingling of its title, etc. 'Come,' said we to a reverend divine, ‘read us that chapter, the heading of which sounds the worst, or as bad as any, viz: “ The world more Orthodox than the Church.” He accordingly read it. 'Well,' said he, 'that 's true, every word of it. But I did n't like the bell on its neck.' Doubtless many will be startled by these bells; it was perhaps a foolish whim of the author to put on such a string of them. Nevertheless, they are well devised to attract attention; and they who once dip into the book, and get a taste of what is there, will find sufficient temptation, we warrant them, to walk straight through the whole. It is a downright clever, and a rare production. Its aims are, first, to-down' with temperance ultraism. Good. Next, and that is the main driftthe all-pervading element — to show, that the spirit of Jesuitism is getting into our religious and reforming societies, and threatening mischief. We never thought much about this, we confess ; but if we do not mistake, the author will soon have set a large portion of the public thinking about it. If there be no Jesuitism in these socie. ties, they can easily acquit themselves; but if it be indeed so, the sooner it is exposed the better. We are happy to find ourselves in good company in expressing a favorable opinion of the book, and of the sound christianity of the author. He has, indeed, given one of the best arguments, and a perfectly novel one, in favor of Christianity versus Infidelity. He has shown, that christianity is established in society beyond the possibility of being disturbed; and that one of the principal obstacles in the way of its final and complete triumph, is the over-doing of its pretended friends in the ultraisms of the day, and other things akin to them.
TALES OF THE Good Woman. BY A DOUBTFUL GENTLEMAN. New Edition. In two
volumes. pp. 468. New-York: HARPER AND BROTHERS.
These tales are familiar to the numerous admirers of Mr. PAULDING, who will rejoice at an opportunity of obtaining and preserving them in the beautiful form in which they are presented to the public by the publishers. To praise them, we should but iterate; we shall therefore content ourselves with stating, that the Chronicles of Gotham,' as originally intended by the author, now form the second of the volumes before us, which eontain, altogether— with an admirable ‘Memoir of the Unknown Author' — the following papers: “The Yankee Roué,'' The Drunkard,'' Dyspepsy,' · The Cradle of the New World,''The Politician,' and the 'Dumb Girl.' We know of no two volumes which embrace more useful, instructive, and entertaining reading, than these · Tales of the Good Woman.'
Park THEATRE — Miss Grove. - This young lady made her first appearance in America, during the past month, in the character of Juliet, and we are happy to say, with a success which must equal her warmest wishes.
Of all Shakspeare's fair creations, there is not one more beautiful, more truly feminine, or that more strongly attaches itself to our sympathies, than that of the gentle Capulet. We see before us, in the career of Juliet, the complete development of female character, at that interesting epoch when love asserts its full dominion. It is a history of true love, which the poet says 'never did run smooth' – a history comprising the exquisite romance, the true poetry, of woman's life. Juliet, from the balcony to the tomb, lives, moves, and has her being, under its undivided influence. She appears to us like a rose in its early bud, when its unformed leaves first blush through their green, mossy covering. We see the bright, warm sun shedding its glow upon the tender plant, and even while we gaze, the leaves open to the light, acknowledging the influence of that heavenly ray, and uttering their gratitude in every new beauty which the life-giving orb unfolds. The sun is hid — the sudden blast which precedes the storm sweeps rudely over the gentle, unsheltered fower: we see it tremble on its tiny stem — the storm gathers the cold wind chills the tender plant; the warm sun falls no more upon the delicate tracery of its leaves; its beams are absent now. Suddenly a fitful ray glances through the cloud, and again its blushes are sparkling in the light: it is but a flash, and now, darker than before, the tempest lowers — the winds and the storm descend upon their victim, and its beauty and its life are gone together.
So is it with Juliet, and such would seem to be the conception of Miss Grove, through all the delicate unfoldings of the character. She has evidently studied much, and with a mind intent upon all the beauties of this lovely creation. There is a freshness, a youthfulness, about Miss Grove's Juliet, that we have never seen before. The balcony scene was especially interesting. There was all the naïveté and girlish simplicity which distinguish the character of Juliet, at this early stage of her love. It was an artless exhibition of nature - uncontaminated by that boarding-school affectation and prudery, which have so often marred, in the eyes of the judicious, the exquisite simplicity of this scene. The best that we have ever witnessed have not excelled, if indeed they have equalled, Miss Grove in the expression of that trusting fondness, that confident reliance, which, in the utter abandonment of all things else for her love, Juliet places in Romeo. There was an earnestness in it, that utterly destroyed the fiction of the scene. In the second act, with the Nurse, she displayed an impatient restlessness, which, while it was strictly within the bounds of probability, presented a most vivid picture of excited anxiety. 'The great scene in the fourth act, which was always so terribly grand under the personation effected by Miss Phillips, was rendered in a style somewhat different, evincing a study and originality, highly creditable to so young an artiste. There is an expression of amiableness rather too generally pervading the countenance of this lady, and wbich we think takes from the otherwise startling effect which some of her portraits would produce. This honnêteté, as the French critics call it, is often an affectation with young ladies, both on and off the stage -- very pleasing in a tête-à-tête, at a fashionable party, perhaps, but not always in character in tragedy. We do not wish to be understood as saying that Miss Grove lacks expression of the right sort, but that she indulges rather too generally in the one alluded to. It is a habit which her good sense will no doubt lead her speedily to correct. We hope soon to have the pleasure of witnessing Knowles' "Julia,'' Marianna,' and characters of sull greater compass, personated by Miss Grove, which if she portray with the ability she has displayed in Juliet, will elevate her at once to a point of excellence very rarely attained.
MR. Dowton. - This finished comedian took his farewell benefit a few nights since, previous to his departure for the open arms of his many friends at home, much to the regret of his very ardent admirers in tbis country. Mr. Dowton is decidedly and without exception the most finished, faultless actor we have ever seen upon the boards of a theatre. This unqualified expression will be upheld, we venture to say, by all who have witnessed his performances here, and by the many who have long enjoyed his personations of character at home. He is the only actor – Macready, perhaps, excepted who utterly despises and contemns the fictitious and glaring assistance of every thing like rant, in his performances. There is no trick, no traps for applause, no glances at the pit, no nonsense. He is nature's self, and trusts solely to the direction of the impulses which nature gave him, in producing his effects. He is an old man, now, and we have seen him only in his 'sere and yellow leaf;' but it is a healthy winter - an old age yet redolent of the spirit of youth – in which we have greeted him, and in which we bid him a reluctant farewell. He is alike an honor to his profession, to society, and to the green old age which he bears so nobly – and may the sunset of his life be as such men's should be --- an evening without a cloud !
MR. Power. - We have omitted, heretofore, to mention the return to this country of this accomplished gentleman and inimitable actor. He has, during two recent engagements at the Park Theatre, been through his usual round of characters, to the entire satisfaction of audiences so numerous, that no previous blazon of ours could have added to their numbers. It would seem that even Mr. Power, blameless as is his private life, and as gentleman-like and exemplary as he is, wherever encountered, is not above the reach of calumny. He has been wantonly assailed in England - accused of changing his name, and denying the land of his birth – by a writer who has, through ignorance or malice, wholly mistaken his identity. The manly and dignified explanatory letter of Mr. Power, which has recently appeared in the public journals, does credit alike to his head and heart, and has served to establish him more decidedly than ever in the good graces of the American public.
AUGUSTA. Reader, have you seen Augusta? Perhaps, with a supercilious curl of your nether lip, you declare yourself surfeited with excellence, and altogether unfitted to pass judgment upon any thing which does not parallel that more than beau-ideal of your imagination, the never-to-be-sufficiently-deified Taglioni. Ainsi soit il! You have travelled. There are others not so fortunate. Reader, have you seen Augusta ? No! Then believe us, you have yet to see the perfection of art – the concentration of all that is most exquisite in grace - of all that is most poetical in the 'poetry of motion.' You have yet to acknowledge the divinity of our modern Aglaïa.
Behold her ! -- a form for Praxiteles to study - a face that Helen would have sighed for - eyes sparkling with life and beauty, like the orbs of the sea-born goddess, when first she rose in the vivid sunlight from her snow-driven couch of spray. See! she comes bounding along with a foot-fall light as the tap of the honey bird's wing, as he brushes the morning dew from the flowers. Her feet do touch the ground, but yet so imperceptibly, so fairy-like, that the salutation seems a merry mockery, as if the air held them as its own, and they were buoyed up by aërial spirits who, in their adoration, would not suffer them to be contaminated by companionship with the dull clods beneath.
Euphrosyné! what a bound! It seems, indeed, as if the spirit of joy had possession
of that fairy foot, that trembles in very ecstasy. Now she trips along, with a soft music in her step, like the small rain of an April shower, just heard in the still evening, as it patters upon the bosom of a quiet lake. A sylph might acknowledge that graceful step. You who now gaze in silent wonder upon that airy form, are searching for the wings which you could swear gave their aid to that last elastic flight, which seemed to bear her figure into mid-air! But words are dull - prose is flat, tame, common-place—and, in the rapture of our admiration, we cannot do less than herald her a sylph at once; and
2 devoutly do we believe in her consanguinity, at least, to that airy people : for are not her attributes those which Beranger declares belong to those beings of the air? Audita utraque parte – judicia!
Oui, vous naissez au sein des roses,
Fils de l'Aurore et des Zephyrs :
Sont le sécret de nos plaisirs.
Vous épurez l'azur des cieus:
Sylphes légers, soyez mes dieux.
Lorsqu'au bal, ou dans un banquet,
Plaire par ce qui lui manquait;
Elle était bien, la voila mieux.
Sylphes légers, soyez mes dieux.
Vos caprices toujours si doux !
Mais un enfant gaté par vous.
L'amour réveur peint dans ses yeux.
Sylphes légers, soyez mes dicux.
Cache un esprit aussi brillant
Vous nous apportez en riant.
Son vol m'élérait jusqu'aux cieux ;
Sylples légers, soyez mes dieux.
Editors' Drawen. — But three moons have waxed and waned, since our drawer 'made a clean breast of it,' and disgorged its entire contents; but lo! it is again full, insomuch that it runneth over with a superflux. Let us again address ourselves to an examination of the claims of patient expectants.
The author of 'New-York and New-England,' in a late number of this Magazine, little knows what a hornet's nest he has punctured, by the promulgation of the opinions which were contained in his article. From among several protestandos which have been entered, we select the following, which, rather than to omit, we are compelled to abridge for this department. The illustrative quotations, from a paper so recent, are hardly required. The writer sets about demolishing the sweeping, Trollopean charges of his adversary, in right good earnest. Alter a few preliminary remarks, he observes :
“Certain it is, that for reasons given by the author of 'New-York and New-England,' the foreign traveler uniformly arrives at incorrect conclusions as to our character. He overlooks those peculiarities and modifications that necessarily exist in the different sections of a country so vast, and in a nation so free. The enterprise of our citizens, the spirit-stirring genius of the age, so forcibly illustrated in the tide of emigration flowing
to the far-off West, where, as by enchantment, the dark forests put on the livery of the lamed landscape, while towns, villages, and even cities, rise to our astonished vision ; and in the bending of our own forests, the dwindling of our own mountains, causing rivers, lakes, and oceans in one food to blend – render a nice and just discrimination of character more difficult. To this may be ascribed the unsatisfactory accounts (caricatures we might say) of our manners and habits. They have taken the peculiarities of an individual as illustrative of a section of our country. From this superficial and hasty observation, so well described by our author -- from that 'overlooking of the under-current of society' — he himself has been insensible to those changes of character and opinion constantly going on, by which numerous errors have been palmed upon the public.
"Our author asserts, that the emigrant's wending his way to New-York in search of better soil, is the great cause of the difference between the two sections, i.e. 'in their habits, tastes, politics and religion! The connection between cause and effect here, is not apparent. It is for the writer alone to understand and explain the modus operandi of the soil affecting the politics or religion of the emigrant!
Again : How the early emigrant'burst away from those puritanical restraints, blue laws — from a land cursed by savage barbarity, manifesting a murderous thirst for religious opinions, yet possessing those very opinions, cherishing those very laws and principles, from which they "burst away' -- is also left unexplained. “ Again : 'These emigrants became independent in bearing, chivalrous in privation,'
We should think that the very act of separation, of 'bursting,' shows most conclusively, that there was an independence in bearing, even before they located themselves within the precincts of 'New Amsterdam ;' if so, our author's loca mutantur,' etc., falls to the ground; for effects, in New-England, seldom precede the cause.
"As to New-England' remaining stationary, bigoted,' etc., nothing is wider from the truth; and the declaration is but another instance of the writer's guessing at facts. But what is and has been the character of New-England, can be gathered from her institutions and her acts. True, the puritans had their faults; they imbibed errors, but they were those of the times. “ The puritans, feeling that they owed a higher allegiance to Him,
Who wheels bis throne upon the rolling worlds,' than to any earthly power, resolved to emigrate to the then 'New World.' Scarce had they been here ten years, in this howling wilderness, before they founded and endowed the University of Cambridge, and that institution was nursed by them, and now stands erect, in the midst of her offspring, clothed with her ancient glory and native dignity, and lovelier by her age. Their language at that time was:
*. After God carried us safe to New-England, and we had builded our houses, provided necessaries for our livelihood, reared convenient places for God's worship, and settled the civil government, one of the next things we longed for and looked after, was to advance learning, and to perpetuate it to posterity.?*
“From these authenticated facts, we can arrive at the character of the puritans, their zeal in the cause of religious freedom — their enterprise their love of letters. If there was not chivalry exemplified in their conduct — contempt of danger, patient endurance of toil, and physical hardihood - we shall search in vain for illustrations of those attributes.
“ But the picture does not end here. Their early political organization was radically republican. They declared the people to be the legitimate source of power. On this was based their institutions - thus their magistrates were chosen -- thus their colonial legislature. After the first charter, they recognised the great rights secured by the Magna Charta of England. They also struck at the very root of a colonial nobility, by the passage of a law for the distribution of intestate estatcs.
True, the puritans had their errors, the grand one of which was, the supposed necessity of a union between Church and State – the investing the civil magistrate with the power of taking care of religious matters. Thus the secular arm was raised for the suppression of heresy. But it may here be observed, that although she first lighted up the fire of religious persecution, she first proclaimed the human mind free. She declared
that the conscience should be free, and men should not be punished for worshipping God in the way they were persuaded he required.'
“ 'In 1647,' says Hutchinson, they ordered every township of fifty house-holders to maintain a public school, at public expense; and every township of one hundred householders to maintain, in like manner, a grammar school, to instruct youth and fit them for the University, to the end,' say they in this law, that learning may not be buried in the graves of our forefathers, in the church and commonwealth.'
" It is to this system of public instruction to which the sons of New-England look