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that's sartain. Why, says he, if you 'll promise not to let on to any one about it, I'll tell you. I'l keep dark about it, you may depend, says I. I'm not a man that can't keep nothin' in my gizzard, but go right off and blart out all I hear. I know a thing worth two o' that, I guess. Well, says he, it's done by a new rule I made in grammar - the feminine gender is more worthy than the neuter, and the neuter more worthy than the masculine; I gist soft sawder the women. It 'taiat every man will let you tickle him; and if you do, he 'll make faces at you enough to frighten you into fits; but tickle his wife, and it's electrical he'll laugh like any thing. They are the forred wheels, start them, and the hind ones foller of course. Now it's mostly women that 'tend meetin' here; the men-folks have their politics and trade to talk over, and what not, and ain't time; but the ladies go considerable rigular, and we have to depend on them, the dear critters. I gist lay myself out to get the blind side o' them, and I sugar and gild the pill so as to make it pretty to look at and easy to swaller. Last Lord's day, for instance, I preached on the death of the widder's son. Well, I drew such a pictur of the lone watch at the sick bed, the patience, the kindness, the tenderness of women's hearts, their forgiving disposition (the Lord forgive me for saying so, tho,' for if there is a creased critter that never forgives, it's a woman; they seem to forgive a wound on their pride, and it skins over, and looks all healed up like, but touch 'em on the sore spot ag'n, and see how cute their memory is) their sweet temper, soothers of grief, dispensers of joy, ministrin' angels — I make all the virtues of the feminine gender always then I wound up with a quotation from Walter Scott. They all like poetry, the ladies do, and Shakspeare, Scott, and Byron are amazin favorites; they go down much better than them old-fashioned staves o' Watts.

Oh woman, in our hour of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,
And variable as the shade

By the light quivering aspen made;
When pain and anguish wring the brow,
A ministering angel thou."

If I did n't touch it off to the nines, it's a pity. I never heerd you preach so well, says one, since you was located here. I drew from natur', says I, a sqezin' of her hand. Nor never so touchin' says another. You know my moddle, says I, lookin' spooney on her. I fairly shed tears, said a third; how often have you drawn them from me? says I. So true, says they, and so nateral, and truth and natur' is what we call eloquence. I feel quite proud, says I, and considerable elated, my admired sisters-for who can judge so well as the ladies of the truth of the description of their own virtues? I must say I felt somehow kinder inadequate to the task, too, I said for the depth and strength and beauty of the female heart passes all understandin'.


'When I left 'em I heard 'em say, ain't he a dear man, a feelin' man, a sweet critter, a'most a splendid preacher; none o' your mere moral lecturers, but a rael right down genuine gospel preacher, Next day I received to the tune of one hundred dollars in cash, and fifty dollars produce, presents from one and another. The truth is, if a minister wants to be popular, he should remain single, for then the galls all have a chance for him; but the moment he marries, he's up a tree; his flint is fixed then; you may depend it 's gone goose with him arter that; that's a fact. No, Sam; they are the pillars of the temple, the dear little critters, perhaps you ain't got yet, and it may be some use to nighted colonists in the outlandish British provinces. Pocket, you mean, instead of head, I guess, said I; it's a pity.'

And I'll give you a wrinkle for your horn, you when you go down atradin' with the beThe road to the head lies through the heart. and if you do n't travel that road full chisse},

The publishers should have had more regard to the externals of paper and printing, in this little volume. Both are indifferent.


Having heretofore called the attention of our citizens to the merits of Mr. C. G. THOMPSON, a young and gifted artist, then newly arrived among us, it affords us pleasure to state, that the predictions which we ventured in his behalf, have been amply sustained by his continued improvement and success. Among his more recent efforts, is a full-length portrait of Rev. CYRUS MASON, of the New-York University. The likeness is striking, and the position, lights, etc., boldly chosen, and effectively rendered. The subject is clad in his clerical robes, and is in the act of speaking, with one hand on a book, and the other extended, and felicitously arrested, in mid-motion. The back-ground is chaste and imposing. A massive Grecian column, in admirable relief, supports a rich drapery of silk. The head stands clearly out against an opening of the sky, as if after a gentle summer shower; the hands are well drawn and finished. The minor adjuncts, the table, with its covering of rich purple velvet, the books upon it, the Persian carpet, etc., are well depicted. In the accessories of his pictures, Mr. THOMPSON exhibits good taste, and graceful execution. Another portrait, of a distinguished lady, which we saw at the studio of our artist, in the University, may be mentioned as in point. The back-ground is an Italian twilight scene, bounded by a distant view of mountain and lake, relieved in the fore-ground by an Etruscan vase, surmounted with a mythological figure. The chair is an elaborate antique; and on the left of the picture, an ornamental staircase, with statuary, opens down upon a near river. A correct eye, refined taste, and continued study, will win for this artist a high and enduring reputation.

MR. CATHERWOOD'S PANORAMAS.-We have already briefly alluded to the panorama of Jerusalem, near Broadway, in Prince-street, but are again impelled, by a desire that the reader may share with us the great pleasure to be derived from this superb specimen of art, again to call public attention to the exhibition. Nothing like it has ever been seen in this country. The illusion, from the correctness of the drawings, the natural coloring, and the immense extent of a complete and boundless horizon, is perfect. Aside from its value, as an elaborate picture of modern Jerusalem, 'and all the country round about,' the sacred associations which it continually awakens, in all its points, are of the most interesting character. There, in the beautiful language of a gifted daughter of song:

'Judea's mountains lift their voice,

With legends of the Saviour fraught,
And favored Olivet, so oft

In midnight's prayerful vigil sought;
And Kedron's brook, whose liquid wave
Frequent his weary feet did lave.

And sad Gethsemane, whose dews

Shrank from that moisture strangely red,
Which, in that unwatched hour of pain,

His agonizing temples shed:

The scourge, the thorn, whose anguish sore,

Like an unanswering lamb he bore.'

The panorama of the Falls of Niagara, in the same edifice, will soon give place, as we learn, to an accurate and beautiful picture of Mexico.

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COMPLIMENTARY BENEFIT TO MR. SIMPSON. Arrangements are making to give a complimentary benefit to Mr. SIMPSON, of the Park Theatre, in the course of the present month. We unite cordially in this testimonial to one who has not only 'done much to sustain the character of the drama among us,' but who has also, by his upright character as a gentleman, and his excellent qualities of head and heart, won the respect and esteem of all who have the pleasure of his acquaintance, in private life. If but a moïety of his friends find admission to the establishment over which he has so long and so successfully presided, on the occasion to which we have alluded, the house will be filled from pit to dome.

THE DRAMA.-The dramatic season opens brilliantly, and we shall keep the reader advised, with the aid of our accomplished dramatic reporter, of every thing worthy of especial mention, at the different establishments. At the PARK, the ever-welcome and never tiresome POWER, the very soul of nature and of humor, has already made his bow. He brings out a variety of new plays, written expressly for him. He will be followed by Mr. and Mrs. MATTHEWS, (late Madame VESTRIS,) and other eminent performers. Two new pieces, by the accomplished and successful Brothers SARGEANT, are also soon to be brought out at the Park. The National opened with FORREST, Who is to be succeeded by Miss SHIREFF, Mr. VANDENHOFF and daughter, and several other 'stars' of magnitude. BOOTH is drawing crowded houses at the OLYMPIC, and the 'little FRANKLIN' is succeeding beyond past example, under the judicious and liberal management of Mr. DINNEeford.

NATIONAL DEFENCE. We ask attention to the article upon this theme, in the present number. The subject is one of vast importance. National strength is indispensable to the preservation of national independence and character. What would Great Britain have been, had she adopted temporary expedients, in this matter, and given ear to hesitating and timid councils? Would she have been, as now, the only shield in Europe between liberty and despotism? Or is it not reasonable, rather, to suppose, that she would long ago have been a mere degraded province of France?


Some facetious paragraphist, in a sister city, having publicly stated that the pretty little song of our friend Colonel MORRIS, of the 'New-York Mirror' weekly journal, entitled 'Woodman, Spare that Tree,' had been translated into a dozen foreign languages, another wag has responded to the joke, in the following epigram, which is very clever, yet hints at fractures of old Priscian's sconce, which, we have pleasure in stating, the author of the song in question did not make :

'In German, French, Italian, Spanish, Greek,

"T is said that 'Woodman, Spare that Tree' is sung:
Oh that some learned philologist would seek
To give it to us in the English tongue!'

There is an old song of THOMAS CAMPBELL'S, which, as well as CHORLEY'S 'Brave Old Oak,' so admirably sung by Mr. HENRY RUSSELL, has often forcibly reminded us of the original theme of the above epigram. It is entitled 'Woodman, Spare that Beechen Tree,' and is a petition in behalf of an aged beech, that it may be left to stand where it has stood so long sheltering playful childhood under its boughs, hearing the 'vows of truth and rapture, from youthful lovers, and bearing upon its venerable trunk 'many a long-forgotten name,' once carved there in the light-hearted gayety of boyhood. We scarcely remember any lines of CAMPBELL more pathetic and beautiful.

'MAD DOG! MAD DOG!' - Many a noble and generous animal has fallen, in this metropolis, since Sirius'gan to rage, the present season, and full many along with them, doubtless, who richly deserved their fate-vicious dogs, and 'dogs of low degree.' Hydrophobia demands severe measures of prevention, since its cure is yet a desideratum. A fine or tax, however, on all unmuzzled dogs, at large during the dog-days, would be a more humane, and we should think equally effective, method of keeping them secure from doing or receiving harm. Some years since, we remember, a petition was presented to the Vermont legislature, to lay a general tax on dogs; whereat a friend to the canine race evinced his regard for their interests, in the subjoined squib, which contains a pleasant satire upon those politicians whose principles are the most convenient thing about them:

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THE 'NEW-YORKER.'-We have had occasion, heretofore, to speak of the many merits of this excellent and widely-circulated weekly journal. It is no small recommendation of the handsomely-executed quarto, that, unlike some of its contemporaries, of less merit and more pretension, it is not printed three weeks beforehand, in order to be 'out early,' but presents the latest literary selections and intelligence, an important feature with the reader. It has acquired its popularity, not by exaggerated and rever

berated weekly puffs, or the emblazoning of cheap wood-cuts as 'engravings,' but by the industry, taste, and talent, manifested in its entire conduct. New volumes, in the folio and quarto forms, to be printed upon a new and beautiful type, are soon to commence; and we cannot do such of our readers as may desire a valuable news and literary journal, in a neat form, and at a fair price, a better service, than to commend to them a periodical from which they may derive, beside copious metropolitan intelligence, and the news of the day, rare literary entertainment and useful instruction.

'PITTSBURGH EVENING VISITOR.'-The transition from the 'New-Yorker' to the 'Visitor' is not an unnatural one; since the editor of the latter, E. B. FISHER, Esq., for some time an associate editor of the former journal, has acquired the tact, and has the ability to follow in the footsteps,' and to make, with his own pen and the aid of numerous correspondents, in the fresh and vigorous west, a most acceptable weekly publication. The typographical execution of the ‘Visitor' is unexceptionable.

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THE TOKEN AND ATLANTIC SOUVENIR, FOR 1839. - We have examined an advance copy of this annual for 1839, and must express our regret, that it has been found necessary to reduce its size and price, the better to adapt it to the state of the times, and the demands of the public.' The engravings, with two or three exceptions, are either small bank-note vignettes, or wood engravings, which have already been printed in the columns of a weekly literary journal. 'Friar Puck,' engraved by PRUDHOMME, from a painting by CHAPMAN, is very pretty and effective, and the presentation-plate, executed in two colors on wood, does great credit to the taste and skill of ADAMS. Beyond these, save perhaps 'The first Steamboat on the Mississippi,' by CHAPMAN, the 'embellishments' do not demand particular mention. The literary contents are creditable, but not of exalted merit. We miss many old contributors, and chiefest among them, the versatile and graceful author of 'Twice-Told Tales.' The prose portions are for the most part foreign, in scene or origin. 'The White Scarf,' by Miss SEDGWICK, is a tale of the time of Charles the Sixth, and though interesting, is inferior to those of her own land, which she knows so well how to narrate; 'The Rebel of the Cevennes' is a story of the reign of Louis the Fourteenth, by the author of 'Miriam;' 'Thomas Aquinas' is another French sketch; and 'Il Sasso Rancio,' by NATHANIEL GREENE, Esq., is an Italian tale. The author of 'Lafitte' has a clever imaginative sketch, entitled 'The Sacred Fire,' Mrs. SIGOURNEY one of her characteristic stories of a New-England Alms-House, S. AUSTIN, Jun., a pleasant and fanciful 'tail' of 'The Comet,' and Mons. SOMEBODY has given us a vivid picture of Cape Cod in general, and Provincetown in particular. The poetry, in the main good, is by Mrs. SIGOURNEY, Rev. J. H. CLINCH, Mrs. SEBA SMITH, Miss H. F. GOULD, Mrs. OSGOOD, Mrs. H. WHITMAN, and others. Boston: OTIS, BROADERS AND COMPANY.

DAMASCUS AND PALMYRA. - Messrs. CAREY AND HART have published two volumes, entitled, 'Damascus and Palmyra, a Journey to the East, with a Sketch of the State and Prospects of Syria, under Ibrahim Pasha, by CHARLES G. ADDISON, of the Inner Temple,' London. The work treats of the route to the coast of Syria, by the way of Constantinople, and describes the sad state of Greece, under Bavarian misrule; the city of the Sultan, and the route thence to Sardis, together with a journey through the Grecian islands to Rhodes and Cyprus. Then succeeds a description of Syria, and its mountains, of the ruins of Baalbec, the route to, and remains of, Damascus, with the excursion from that ancient capitol of Syria, across the desert, to Palmyra, the oncefamed capitol of the East, and of Zenobia. All who have read the 'Letters from Palmyra,' will derive great pleasure from the perusal of Mr. ADDISON's minute description of this magnificent 'Tadmor in the Desert.'

FOURTH OF JULY POEM.- We have received a 'Poem pronounced before the Ciceronian Club, and other citizens of Tuscaloosa, Alabama, July 4, 1838, by ALEXANDER B. MEEK, Esq. We have barely room to remark, that there is a great deal of fine poetical conception in the pages of this little pamphlet, which is occasionally marred, in its effect, by indifferent execution. Beautiful thoughts are now and then bodied forth, in lines which, but for the capital letters that commence them, would never be mistaken for poetry, in the sense of that term which includes melody and harmony of numbers, as well as the evident 'fire within.' In the main, however, it is but justice to add, that the execution, not less than the spirit of the performance, is praiseworthy. Every true-hearted American will applaud the latter quality, whether the verse, in all cases, be to his taste or not. A rapid sketch of American revolutionary history, with 'tributes to the brave who won our liberties,' and injunctions against that narrow feeling which would induce sectional prejudices, are among the prominent heads of the poet's theme. We like not the apology of the author, in the letter announcing his consent to the publication of the poem. The idea that well-regulated imaginative minds are unfitted for the business realities of every-day life, has come to be justly regarded as absurd. The strongest living examples of the falsity of the assumption, may be pointed out at this moment, both in England and America.

MEMOIR OF MRS. TAYLOR.- MR. J. S. TAYLOR has issued a very handsome volume, in 'illustration of the work of the Holy Spirit in awakening, renewing, and sanctifying the heart,' in the life and death of Mrs. SARAH LOUISA TAYLOR. The author, Rev. Lor JONES, A. M., was highly favored in the subject of his narrative, and he has wrought up his materials with great skill and judgment. The most refined will rise improved from its perusal, and the less favored may learn from it what they may become by a whole-hearted devotedness to the duties which they owe to God and their fellow men.' A well-engraved portrait of the pious and gifted subject adorns the volume.

POEMS BY RUFUS Dawes, Esq. — A volume of poems by this accomplished scholar and excellent poet, is passing through the press, and will be published early in October. It will consist of 'Geraldine,' a poem of some eighty or a hundred pages, 'St. John's Eve, a Fäery Tale,' 'Lancaster,' etc., with sundry poetical 'fugitives from justice,' some of which have already been given to the public. The work will be executed with great typographical beauty; and those who are familiar with the writings of the author, need not be told, that the inward beauty will more than 'conform' to the handsomest externals. We predict for the work ample popularity and success.

TO CORRESPONDENTS.-We must crave the indulgence of correspondents, whose unanswered favors are received after the middle of the month. A constant daylight toil, generally reaching, moreover, into the far night-watches a toil which only literary enthusiasm and ambition could sanctify, or render endurable — must constitute our apology for what may seem uncourteous remissness. Single-handed labors in the original department, with the careful preparation and watchful supervision of every portion of the Magazine, (to say nothing of our little leisure taken away in teaspoonfuls by unthinking friends, or interested bores,) make up an impetuous, turbulent life of mind, for the last two weeks of every month, which is little favorable to the calm examination of articles intended for the work. We might, it is true, obviate this difficulty, by adopting, in our literary notices, as is too generally the case, the critical modus operandi of small reviewers in pencil, on the margin of returned circulating-library novels, 'How beautiful!'- 'Cursed prozy!' 'I think Pelham a dandy,' etc., and by omitting much of variety, that costs us both thought and labor; this, indeed, might we do, but the reader would scarcely be content with such cavalier treatment. We therefore choose what seems to us the least of two evils. Many communications, in prose and verse, from old and esteemed contributors, as well as several from new candidates for the favor of our readers, together with two or three books, heretofore alluded to, will receive early attention.


* ARTICLES from the pens of J. FENIMORE COOPER, ESQ., Prof. H. W. LONGFELLOW, author of 'Outre-Mer,' 'OLLAPOD,' the author of 'The Kushow Property,' 'GRACE GRAFTON,' Judge CoNRAD, Philadelphia, and the author of 'Jack Marlinspike's Yarn,' etc., etc., are filed for insertion.

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