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had bereft me of voice. The old eyes were irradiate once more; a palpitating fire seemed to possess them, as half-rising, and with a victorious wave of the arm, he shouted: “A TIN-PANIC!' The jaw fell; there was a gurgle in the throat; and — we ne'er shall see him more.'
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THE 'Albion' weekly journal's engraving for this year is in every way a superb one. It is a representation of • Dr. Kane at the Grave of Franklin's Men. This print has been excellently engraved in line by Mr. D. G. THOMPSON, after a drawing by Mr. WANDESFADE, of this city, who has lavished not less thought and feeling upon the illustration of a most touching incident in the career of a true American hero than he displayed last year in the commemoration of the noblest of English heroines. That simplicity which is the finest charm of Mr. WANDESFADE's picture of FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE presides in the disposition and design of the present work. The peaceful ALEXANDER of the Arctic world stands ‘at the crest of the isthmus,' in the midst of a 'sterile uniformity of snow and slate.' Great cliffs lower behind him; the distance shows his little vessel motionless in the ice; at his feet are the rude head-boards of those three graves,' the first and ominous traces of the abode of the objects of his search, which were revealed to this gallant young missionary of national sympathy and scientific brotherhood. The atmosphere of the scene is caught with artistic truth, and appeals at once to the imagination and the heart. Our neighbors could not have hit upon a more felicitous subject. Never were the flags of England and America united in a truer union-never did the pride and the sorrow of two great nations blend in a more harmonious tribute to the noblest qualities that dignify our common nature, than in the story of the fates of Sir John FRANKLIN and Elisha KANE. In contributing to so many American and English homes two such pictures as those of FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE' and its companion of the present year, the managers of the Albion have preached a very eloquent sermon of the true grounds of international intercourse, and have done renewed good service to that cause of common sense and good feeling, which we are happy to say that they habitually serve with as much of tact as of talent.' A well-deserved tribute.
'Reigo, or the Spanish Martyr,' is the title of a “Tragedy in Five Acts,' which has been sent to us from a Richmond (Va.) press. May we say now, what we have often desired to say, but never have said, we believe, in these pages, that while we not unfrequently repair with pleasure to the theatre, to hear a new play performed, we seldom read one, in print or in manuscript: and we have been sorely tried in both these regards. We have heard good plays read; short, terse, epigrammatic, and sparkling, which bit, because the writer knew his aims, and his telling points : ' but to read a play — well, simply, as Mr. MACREADY would say, we-ah can-ah not-ah do it-ah!' Doubtless ‘Reigo' is a good and an effective play: but, by the mass, we cannot tell.'
We observe that Mr. STAN
FORD, of the long-established firm of 'STANFORD AND Swouds,'has associated with himself Mr. DELISSER, late of LEAVITT, DELISSER AND COMPANY. As a ChurchBookstore, there is no such establishment as this in America. All churchpublications are here to be obtained; all at the earliest period, and all of the best. The variety and excellence of their prayer-books have alone made the 'institution' famous throughout the United States.
Spiritual Manifestations Spiritually considered,' will not "do,' Mr. 'S. P.' The article is ‘Bosh, in the crude state. Its reasoning' is humbugeous - its style execrable, to the last degree: 'It is pretty impossible for to communicate to others, those ideas whereof we ourselves are not possessed of: because in so doing we are apt to imbibe errors which it is pretty impossible for us for to eradicate ourselves therefrom.' It is indeed !
‘A SUBSCRIBER' in Jacksonville, Florida, sends us the original of the annexed response to a challenge. It is a rich burlesque : ‘Knowing that you like fun from every quarter, I inclose the original documents of an “affair of honor' which was to come off between two ‘Crackers. You will see that the whole story is told, although with a little indifference to “WEBSTER.' I am happy to add that both parties are still at large, and probably will be: '
• I r a n slation.
•November 2, 1857. MANDARIN : Mr. J. G. Hagin challenged me on the fifth day of October last for to fight him from a spirt-gun up, and wished a time appointed, and I did so, and come to meet him; but he has failed fire. Now I pronounce him a coward, and not
l worth a dog's notice, much more a man's notice.
GEORGE A. Petty.' Is n't that a rich .cartel ?'
Do us the kindness to run your eye over the • Lessons of Crime, or Passages from the Life of an American Expert. That is ours. It will be better as it goes on. Hon. Chief-Justice REDFIELD, of Vermont, in an article in the KNICKERBOCKER, describing a visit which he paid to BURROUGHS at Three Rivers, in Canada, just before his death, put the idea into onr head to present this synopsis of the 'gifted' criminal's
It was long before we could get the book: it could not be obtained in this metropolis any where: and it was four months after we had advertised it in these pages before we obtained it, through the kindness of an esteemed friend and correspondent, from BURNHAM's bibliopolical omnium-gatherum in Boston.
We consider the following passage, by a celebrated Scottish divine, as one of the most remarkable specimens of condensation which we have ever encountered: The world we inhabit must have had an origin; that origin must have consisted in a cause; that cause must have been intelligent; that intelligence must have been efficient; that efficiency must have been ultimate ; that ultimate power must have been supreme; and that which always was, and is supreme, we know by the name of God!' Who was the divine' alluded to?'.
The subjoined reaches the sanctum from “Napervil
Illinois :' EDITOR OF KNICKERBOCKER :
“Sir: It has been frequently insinuated by Eastern newspapers and magazines, that the West has produced no great poet. As a native of the "Sucker'
State, I have been greatly annoyed by such misrepresentations : for I have felt that they were decidedly injurious to our rising literary reputation. Having long had an eye out for some good opportunity to repel the base imputation, I rejoice in being able at last to inclose to you for publication a Poem-yes, Sir, a genuine, original Poem-positively written by a young gentleman of this State, not longer ago than last summer.
*As an elaborate piece of metrical composition, our critics pronounce it the 'net purport and upshot' of all that is to be admired in the art poetic. In submitting it to you, I only ask your fair and impartial judgment in its favor, at the same time urging you to remember that Illinois is a young State ; that although she is the mother of a large and prosperous family, yet, strange as it may appear, every mother's son of them contrives to draw his sustenance from Nature's founts ; ' in fact, we are all ‘Suckers.'
'Now for the Poem. It was written to compete for a prize, which was offered for the best valedictory, and entitled
“Proud am I of my Teacher and the Studis we persue
And next to these I cherish most is our plesent School
“Our Teacher comenced this 4th of October last
And preformed his labors faithful with the best of Success
“Hopeless our tasks, had we alone against ’arshness there stood
As well we might atempt to turn the misisipis flood
“Then all Honor to my Teacher and my Schoolmates to
You have proved your Selves Worthy all honor is due to you
“I have parted oft from Friends and kins and those that I knue
“But we must part my pathway leads far different from your
Honor and faíme yourn lead you to I now not ware lead mine
“I wish you all all life can give alas! that it ware more
For who on earth when life is past as nothing to Deplore
• You will please understand that the glory of this production is not to be shared by the West as a whole, but belongs to Illinois ganz und gar.'
We left our guilty and unfortunate prisoner paying the penalty of his misdeeds in the cruel jail of Northampton, where he was absolutely, as the reader will have seen in the conclusion of our last number, almost perishing with hunger. He tells us that he had grown sick of life, and ‘hated the very idea of ever again mixing with the world. I longed,' he says, with a touching pathos, • I longed for death, with an impatient ardor: for there are situations, in which life is no more sweet: there are situations, in which life becomes a burthen when it is no longer desirable. This was exactly my situation. I began to console myself with the hope that my sorrows would soon have an end in the arms of DEATH.
Matters were in this situation, when one morning Burroughs heard the outer door of his jail loosed from its bolts and bars. The little
square window-door looking into his cell was opened, and his name called by the jailer. He made no reply: when another voice pronounced his name STEPHEN!!
It was his uncle, his mother's brother, who had heard of his sufferings, and had come to ameliorate them. They had a long interview, during which the young forger's foolish attempts to break jail were reproved, and much good counsel imparted:' together with some money, which secured him many comforts, and brought about a better state of mind. We have never read a more forcible exposition of the effects of Hunger than the following:
• IMMEDIATELY after this, the jailer's wife came into the alley, and told me if I wanted any victuals she would supply me. How this declaration sounded in my ears, you will more readily conceive than I can describe. To have a prospect of a speedy supply food, again recalled the desire of life. My feelings were in arms, and all the vigor of desire was again re-kindled in my bosom. I told her I wished for something to eat immediately; and on her informing me there was nothing ready dressed, I. besought her to fetch me some bread, that I might be eating while she was making ready something else. She brought me a brown loaf, weighing about four pounds. VOL. LI.
With what pleasure did I view this precious morsel approaching me! I half devoured it with my eyes, before I got hold of it! How sweet was the taste ! how exquisite the pleasure! WARNER laid hold of the loaf and tore away about half the contents. "Yes,' said I, “thou fellow-sufferer! eat and be satisfied! the day of bitterness is over: we have the promise again of food, sufficient to supply the calls of Nature !
"The bread was almost instantly gone, but the cries of hunger were not appeased. Soon, however, the wife of the jailer came with strong tea and toast. I was astonished she brought so little, but she understood my situation better than I did myself. We eat up the recruit of food in a moment. I entreated for more, but could not obtain it, under near an hour. When I had received my third portion, and we had eaten it, WARNER began to experience terrible pains in his bowels, and I thought, for some time, he must have expired under the operation.
'The same characters, who had made their appearance when I was bound in the manner described, now entered the dungeon again, and to work went hammers and files, and in about half-an-hour I was freed from the terrible load of iron, under which I had groaned for thirty-two days.
"When I was liberated from these irons I had almost lost the use of my limbs; my feet would hardly answer my desire for walking, for both of them had been touched with the frost, and the irons on one of my legs had been put on so tight as to cause a swelling, which ended in a sore about six inches long, and which has never yet gotten entirely well.
'I was removed out of the dungeon into an upper room, which was much more comfortable than the one I had first occupied. Here I received food as often as once in three hours, through the next day. Yet I could not be satisfied, my appetite was keen as ever, even when I was so full as to prevent me from swallowing
This continued to be the case for the space of a fortnight longer, when I found my appetite regulated upon the common scale of eating.'
The uncle wrote to Burrough's father, telling him in what condition he had found his son, and how had left him, explaining that he was presently going as a member to the General Assembly at Boston, and should no longer be able to look after him.
Upon the receipt of this letter, Burroughs Senior wrote to a friend in Northampton to pay attention to Stephen's needs, at his cost;' but that'friend' thought, or wished it to be thought, that the letter was a forgery, and so “paid no attention to it: that,' says Burroughs, the report was soon circulated, that I had “forged a letter in my father's name, and sent it to one of his old and confiding friends!! What a comment is this upon the influence of a . Bad Name!"
Burroughs little heeded his uncle's remonstrance against attempting to break jail. With the aid of a fellow-prisoner, named Phillips, an adroit prison-breaker and burglar, he begins to renew his operations for liberty,' which are, however, constantly frustrated by another prisoner named Hinds, who, while pretending to be their confident and friend, and from whom he has received several important favors, yet reports every thing he over-hears of their operations' to the jailer. Some of these attempts are not exceeded by any thing in Baron Trenck.' For example: They have been trying to escape through the pump into a vault below, and so through the foundation-wall to the outside: but Hinds has reported them to the keeper: when
'In the afternoon, the jailer came into my room, and the blacksmith with him, and after taking up our pump, placed two bars of iron over the hole, and spiked them to the timber. This, I thought, was an effectual security against our ever