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which should be made to prove for her an inexhaustible source of fame. As an actress, it is to her a mine of wealth worth all the dawdling instruction in the world. Mrs. Mowatt, on her first appearance as Pauline, was quite as able to give lessons in stage routine to any actor or actress in America, as was any actor or actress to give lessons to her. Now, at least, she should throw all “support to the winds, trust proudly to her own sense of art, her own rich and natural elocution, her beauty, which is unusual, her grace, which is queenly, and be assured that these qualities, as she now possesses them, are all sufficient to render her a great actress, when considered simply as the means by which the end of natural acting is to be attained, as the mere instruments by which she may effectively and unimpededly lay bare to the audience the movements of her own passionate heart.
Indeed, the great charm of her manner is its naturalness. She looks, speaks, and moves, with a well-controlled impulsiveness, as different as can be conceived from the customary rant and cant, the hack conventionality of the stage. Her voice is rich and voluminous, and although by no means powerful, is so well managed as to seem so. Her utterance is singularly distinct, its sole blemish being an occasional Anglicism of accent, adopted probably from her instructor, Mr. Crisp. Her reading could scarcely be improved. Her action is distinguished by an ease and self-pos session which would do credit to a veteran. Her step is the perfection of grace. Often have I watched her for hours with the closest scrutiny, yet never for an instant did I observe her in an attitude of the least awkwardness or even constraint, while many of her seemingly impulsive gestures spoke in loud terms of the woman of genius, of the poet imbued with the profoundest sentiment of the beautiful in motion.
Her figure is slight, even fragile. Her face is a remarkably fine one, and of that precise character best adapted to the stage. The forehead įs, perhaps, the least prepossessing feature, although it is by no means an unintellectual one. Hair light auburn, in rich profusion, and always arranged with exquisite taste. The eyes are gray, brilliant and expressive, without being full. The nose is well formed, with the Roman curve, and indicative of energy. This quality is also shown in the somewhat excessive prominence of the chin. The mouth is large, with brilliant and even teeth and flexible lips, capable of the most instantaneous and effective variations of expression. A more radiantly beautiful smile it is quite impossible to conceive.
GEORGE B. CHEEVER.
THE REVEREND GEORGE B. CHEEVER created at one time some thing of an excitement by the publication of a little brochure entitled “ Deacon Giles' Distillery.” He is much better known, however, as the editor of "The Commonplace Book of American Poetry,” a work which has at least the merit of not belying its title, and is exceedingly commonplace. I am ashamed to say that for several years this compilation afforded to Europeans the only material from which was possible to form an estimate of the poetical ability of Americans. The selections appear to exceedingly injudicious, and have all a marked leaning to the didactic. Dr. Cheever is not without a certain sort of negative ability as critic, but works of this character should be undertaken by poets or not at all. The verses which I have seen attributed to him are undeniably médiocres.
His principal publications, in addition to those mentioned above, are "God's Hand in America," “ Wanderings of a Pilgrim under the Shadow of Mont Blanc," “ Wanderings of a Pilgrim under the Shadow of Jungfrau," and, lately, a “Defence of Capital Punishment.” This “ Defence” is at many points well reasoned, and as a clear resumé of all that has been already said on its own side of the question, may be considered as commendable. It premises, however, (as well as those of all reasoners pro or con on this vexed topic,) are admitted only very partially by the world at large-a fact of which the author affects to be ignorant. Neither does he make the slightest attempt at bringing forward one novel argument. Any man of ordinary invention might have adduced and maintained a dozen.
The two series of “ Wanderings" are, perhaps, the best works of their writer. They are what is called “eloquent;" a little too much in that way, perhaps, but nevertheless entertaining.
Dr. Cheever is rather small in stature, and his countenance is vivacious ; in other respects, there is nothing very observable about his personal appearance. He has been recently married.
DOCTOR CHARLES Anthon is the well-known Jay-Professor of the Greek and Latin languages in Columbia College, New York, and Rector of the Grammar School. If not absolutely the best, he is at least generally considered the best classicist in America. In England, and in Europe at large, his scholastic acquirements are more sincerely respected than those of any of our countrymen. His additions to Lemprière are there justly regarded as evincing a nice perception of method, and accurate as well as extensive erudition, but his "Classical Dictionary " has superseded the work of the Frenchman altogether. Most of Professor Anthon's publications have been adopted as text-books at Oxford and Cambridge-an honor to be properly understood only by those acquainted with the many high requisites for attaining it. commentator (if not exactly as a critic) he may rank with any of his day, and has evinced powers very unusual in men who devote their lives to classical lore. His accuracy is very remarkable ; in this particular he is always to be relied upon. The trait manifests itself even in his MS., which is a model of neatness and symmetry, exceeding in these respects anything of the kind with which I am acquainted. It is somewhat too neat, perhaps, and too regular, as well as diminutive, to be called beautiful; it might be mistaken at any time, however, for very elaborate copperplate engraving.
But his chirography, although fully in keeping, so far as precision is concerned, with his mental character, is, in its entire free dom from flourish or superfluity, as much out of keeping with his verbal style. In his notes to the Classics he is singularly Ciceronian-if, indeed, not positively Johnsonese.
An attempt was made not long ago to prepossess the public against bis “Classical Dictionary,” the most important of his works, by getting up a hue and cry of plagiarism–in the case of all similar books the most preposterous accusation in the world, although, from its very preposterousness, one not easily rebutted, Obviously, the design in any such compilation is, in the first place, to make a useful school-book or book of reference, and the scholar who should be weak enough to neglect this indispensable point for the mere purpose of winning credit with a few bookish men for originality, would deserve to be dubbed, by the public at least, a dunce. There are very few points of classical scholarship which are not the common property of “ the learned ” throughout the world, and in composing any book of reference recourse is unscrupulously and even necessarily had in all cases to similar books which have preceded. In availing themselves of these latter, however, it is the practise of quacks to paraphrase page after page, rearranging the order of paragraphs, making a slight alteration in point of fact here and there, but preserving the spirit of the whole, its information, erudition, etc., etc., while everything is so completely re-written as to leave no room for a direct charge of plagiarism; and this is considered and lauded as originality. Now, he who, in availing himself of the labors of his predecessors (and it is clear that all scholars must avail themselves of such labors)—he who shall copy verbatim the passages to be desired, without attempt at palming off their spirit as original with bimself, is certainly no plagiarist, even if he fail to make direct acknowledgment of indebtedness—is unquestionably less of the plagiarist than the disingenuous and contemptible quack who wriggles himself, as above explained, into a reputation for originality, a reputation quite out of place in a case of this kind-the public, of course, never caring a straw whether he be original or not. These attacks upon the New York professor are to be at. tributed to a clique of pedants in and about Boston, gentlemen envious of his success, and whose own compilations are noticeable only for the singular patience and ingenuity with which their dovetailing chicanery is concealed from the public eye.
Doctor Anthon is, perhaps, forty-eight years of age; about five feet eight inches in height; rather stout; fair complexion ; hair light and inclined to curl; forehead remarkably broad and high ; eye gray, clear and penetrating; mouth well-formed, with excellent teeth—the lips having great flexibility, and consequent power of expression; the smile particularly pleasing. His address in general is bold, frank, cordial, full of bonhommie. His whole air is distingué in the best understanding of the termthat is to say, he would impress any one at first sight with the idea of his being no ordinary man. He has qualities, indeed, which would have insured him eminent success in almost any pursuit; and there are times in which his friends are half disposed to regret his exclusive devotion to classical literature. He was one of the originators of the late “New York Review," his associates in the conduct and proprietorship being Doctor F. L. Hawks and Professor R. C. Henry. By far the most valuable papers, however, were those of Doctor A.
THE REVEREND Ralph Hoyt is known chiefly—at least to the world of letters—by “The Chaunt of Life and other Poems, with Sketches and Essays." The publication of this work, however, was never completed, only a portion of the poems having appeared, and none of the essays or sketches. It is hoped that we shall yet have these latter.
Of the poems issued, one, entitled “Old," had so many peculiar excellences that I copied the whole of it, although quite long, in “ The Broadway Journal.” It will remind every reader of Durand's fine picture, “ An Old Man's Recollections," although between poem and painting there is no more than a very admissible similarity.
I quote a stanza from "Old" (the opening one) by way of bringing the piece to the remembrance of any who may have forgotten it.
By the wayside, on a mossy stone,
Sat a hoary pilgrim sadly musing ;
sitting there alone,
By the way side on a mossy stone. The quaintness aimed at here is, so far as a single stanza is concerned, to be defended as a legitimate effect, conferring high plea