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portions of this drama, by that accomplished artiste, Miss ELLEN TREE, with her musical voice, graceful action, and queenly presence.

The few desultory selections, for which only we have space, and to which we hasten, will convince the reader of the justice of our encomiums. The subjoined is the spirited opening of the third scene. The locale is a wild glen, in a violent storm, with thunder and lightning. The hero enters from the rocks in the back-ground:


'I lay my brow against the marble rock,
I hold it throbbing to the dewy grass;
There is no coolness in the summer rain!
The elements have lost their attributes.
The oaks are shiver'd round me, in the blaze
Of the near lightning, as it bursts the folds
Of its black cerements, but no gracious bolt
Blasts me or scathes! A wilder storm is here!
The fiëry quiver of the clouds will be
Exhausted soon; the hurricane will sink;
And, through the vista of the western clouds,
The slanı rays of the setting sun will stream;
And birds, on every glistening bough, will hail
The refluent brighiness, and the freshen'd air ;
But when will pass away from this sad heart
The cloud of grief, the tempest of remorse!
When will the winged hopes, that glanced and sang
In joy's melodious atmosphere, return,
To welcome back the gladness of the soul!
This epot! What fatal instinct led me here!
It is our trysting-place; and -- ha! what form
Breaks through the shadowy gloom ? 'tis Izidora !
She sees me- she advances — knows she yet

The fearful truth? Oh! were this trial spared me!
The annexed passage is not less felicitous, and will convey to the reader some
idea of the subdued yet expressive fervor which characterizes the more passionate
portions of the performance. The scene is an apartment in the royal palace, into
which the heroine enters, sumptuously attired in her bridal robes :


'I will believe that I am borne along
To this day's purpose in the arms of Fate!
For, though my better angel warns me back,
With earnest gesture and imploring eyes,
Yet am I weak, resistless as a child !

[Shouts are heard.
Shout on, glad voices! Swell your acclamations !
It is my bridal day - a day of joy!
My heart is listed on those waves of sound,
And thrills with the first gladness it has known
Since - since

Away! away! thou fiend, remembrance!
Is there no spell can lay thee? Thou art hideous,
Yet there's a fascination in thy horror,
That bids me gaze and gaze till I am frenzied.
Ah me! on what a base is reared the joy,
A single flash of memory can shiver !
What have I done? Brief is the time elapsed
Since, with the ashes of his great forefathers,
All that is mortal of my sire was blended.
And now, death's sable livery is changed
For bridal pomp - the wail of lamentation
For shouts of mirth, and nuptial harmonies !
And he, I wed, is – reason cannot breathe it!
Yet in that lilile space — that sand of time-
What weary lives of anguish have been crowded !

What maddening thoughis! What passions and what terrors!
Revenge, and love, and duty, and despair!
The fury of the elements! the shock
Of adverse fleets on a tempestuous sea!
But, over all, riding the topmost wave,

Love's bark still flouts triumphant!' In fine contrast is the character of 'Julio,' whom we shall shadow forth in the following striking extract. Entering a gorgeous banquetting-hall, through foldingdoors, upon a guilty errand, he exclaims:


'How like a cautious, trembling, guilty thing,
I glide with stealthy paces toward my purpose.
Can that be good, of which the outward signs
Are the thief's posture and the coward's tread?
Away, reflection! 'Tis too late to waver,
When half the crime is in th' intent committed.
Decision gives a virtue even to vice,
And gilds its black deformity. Oh! think
Of all the fierce incentives to the act.
Quick! or the occasion 's gone!

[He adrances rapidly towards the table, hesitates as he is

about to poison the goblet, and finally, recoiling from the un-
dertaking, rushes to the front of the stage.]

Was I struck blind?
Ere I could do the deed, a shadow fell
On all around me; and the flashing board
Changed to funereal blackness! Indistinct
Was every object to my blasted sight;
And the gemm'd goblei faded, and the floor
Sank in and reeld like the sea's undulations!
I'll not renew th' attempt.
[A burst of sprightly music is heard from a distance.]

Ah ! they approach !
With dulcimer and cymbal, they approach !
Ghost of my slaughter'd father! Now transfuse
Into this frame thy immaterial essence!
Nerve the obedient muscles of mine arm,

And be thine own avenger!' The foregoing extracts will satisfy the reader, that this drama possesses literary claims of no common order. Of its merits as an acting play, occasion will be taken to speak at large, in these pages, hereafter.

HISTORY OF THE UNITED STATES. To which is prefixed a brief Historical account of

our English Ancestors, to their Migration to America, and of the Conquest of South America, by the Spaniards. By Noah WEBSTER, LL. D. In one volume. pp. 358. New-Haven: S. BABCOCK.

We are indebted to the publisher for a copy of the latest edition of the abovenamed work, and have great pleasure in conscientiously recommending it to the acceptance of the public. It contains many things which we do not remember to have seen in any kindred volume, such as the origin and history of our ancestors, the particular account of the formation of our institutions, and of the origin of the Hartford Convention, of which there is no where else so correct and detailed an account. Many of these valuable facts could have been derived only from personal knowledge, or from rare documents, in possession of the author. Of the discontents in Connecticut, in 1783, which threatened a serious commotion, we believe there is no account in any of the histories of this republic, not even in MARSHALL’s. But for the brief record in the present volume, the present generation would be entirely ignorant of these events. Indeed, the history of the whole period from the peace of 1783, to the adoption of the constitution, is, in all the histories for schools which we remember to have seen, except the one before us, a barren, imperfect account, although it was a period of great anxiety, when it was doubtful whether anarchy or civil war was to be our fate.

The time will come, when the labors of our venerable historian and lexicographer will be properly appreciated. Although now eighty years of age, he enjoys fine health, and that'good digestion which waits on appetite. A friend who has shared the society of the old man eloquent' for a number of years, mentioned to us, some time since, several circumstances, which fully confirm in our mind the entire authenticity of the prominent facts related in the volume under notice. Mr. WEBSTER was within the sound of the church-bell in New Haven, a freshman in college, when the news arrived of the shedding of blood in Lexington. Hence he must have lived through the revolution, and all subsequent political events. He began, it is believed, to take an active part as a writer, in support of the government, as early as 1783, when Daniel WEBSTER must have been in his cradle. He had previously encountered all the distresses of the country in the war; and when Burgoyne was marching toward Albany, in 1777, he shouldered his musket, a volunteer, to meet his troops, sleeping on the ground, and in stables. Two or three years afterward, he wrote a pamphlet, to urge for a new constitution, and carried it to Mount Vernon in person, and placed a copy in the hands of General WASHINGTON. Such are some of the prominent scenes and events with which our author was familiar; and they constitute him a historian of rare merits; since he mainly speaks of matters, all of which he saw, and part of which he was.'


This volume is an honor to our country, and above all, to our city, which has the proud boast of having nurtured the only scholar, undoubtedly of America, and possibly of the world, who could have produced this accurate and elegant compendium. It has heretofore often been advanced as a reproach against us -- and, though reluctantly, we must admit not wholly without grounds for the assertion-- that, although occupying a high station among the kingdoms of the earth, as regards the general diffusion of plain elementary education, we have been almost entirely deficient in that high and polished scholarship, which, we are informed, is almost universal among the higher classes of England, France, and Germany. This point of prosody, above all others, is the one in which we have been held sorely deficient; and it must be acknowledged, that without a knowledge of this high and scientific branch of classic lore, no person can be deemed, in the true acceptation of the word, a scholar. We are acquainted with no more sure or ready test of classical attainments, than the knowledge of quantity; and we would no more admit any man to be qualified for the situation of a teacher, to whom it was possible to commit an offence against the common rules of prosody, than we would term a man an orator, who could, even in extemporaneous speech, violate any rule of English grammar, or pronunciation. This reproach on our scholarship will we trust now be speedily abolished; all that is needed to effect a general reformation on this point, being the adoption of this book in every school and college of the Union; and first of all, the careful study of it by all soi-disant teachers and professors. Of course, it is the text book of Columbia College; and it has given us pleasure to learn, that this volume, as well as the grammar of the same author, has been adopted in the largest boarding school of this vicinity, and we believe we may add one of the best classical institutions in the United States — the establishment of the Rev. Mr. HUDDART, at Bloomingdale.


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AMERICAN INSTITUTE. — Having been prevented, by pressing engagements, from attending the late exhibition of the American Institute, we avail ourselves with pleasure of the brief record of a friendly correspondent. The institution deserves, as we are glad to learn it receives, the most enlarged favor and support. "The late annual fair,' says the writer, 'was closed by an able and elegant dissertation on the rise, progress, and present prospects, of the various manufactures within our borders. The remarks of Gen. TallMadge upon this occasion, were signally appropriate. He observed, that not only had the manufacturer, the machinist, the man of science, the agriculturalist, and the ladies, entered the arena for competition, in their several departments, but that representatives from our navy were present, to await the award of premiums. The article the latter offered, was of too great bulk to be transported to the garden ; and a delegation was appointed to visit the navy yard, where they were shown on board the noble ship Ohio, which may perhaps challenge the world for beauty of model and workmanship. The single article of iron, manufactured and vended in this city in 1836, amounted to seven millions of dollars; and although a temporary stagnation of business has somewhat diminished the trade, the manufacture is still on the increase, some articles having even been largely required for the London market.

The improvements in the manufacture of silver ware, were mentioned as evidence of native skill, as a few years since it was esteemed in Europe an impossibility to attain perfection in chasing, which is the most scientific part of the whole. Our manufacturers in this branch are second to none in the world, and we are no longer dependant upon a foreign market for our supply. The taste displayed in the manufacture of the varied articles in this line, has reduced imports at least two thirds ; and to such perfection is the manufacture of gold watch-cases carried in this country, that the finer class of watches are imported without them.

The lovers of music were regaled at intervals during the fair, with performances on the superior church-organs of Mr. JARDINE, who, although a new competitor, succeeded in obtaining the golden medal.

'In 1828, the American Institute introduced the culture of silk within our borders, and by the exertions of its members, the question as to whether its growth was adapted to our climate, was speedily solved in the affirmative. The importations of this one article, for the last sixteen years, amount to one hundred and sixty-seven millions, and in the year 1836, to twenty millions. The attention of our countrymen has been gradually turning to the production of this article; and so simple is the process of reeling it from the cocoon, that the small sum of three dollars will enable any person to purchase a reel, amply sufficient for his own use. In all other silk-growing countries, it has been found necessary to make use of artificial means in its production; but our climate is so peculiarly adapted to its culture, that the cocoons yield a far greater abundance of silk than they do elsewhere. So great is the demand for the morus multicaulis tree, that the proprietors of one garden, in New-Jersey, have sold this year twenty thousand dollars' worth of them, and the demand is constantly on the increase. It can scarcely be doubted, that but a few years will elapse, before the culture and employment of silk, will form one of the most prominent features in our agriculture and manufactures,'



WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. —This good man and noble poet has lived to see his 'fame ripen into abundant fruit. Those who once ridiculed, now admire; those who once condemned, now applaud. His beautiful fancy and more beautiful diction; his fine ear for the music of verse, and the music of nature; his all-observant eye, and his great tenderness and delicacy of feeling, have at last come to be appreciated. His verse now finds its way to the general heart ; and the reason why he has ever been underrated, is, in our judgment, owing mainly to a host of feeble imitators, who have managed to have their sentimental rant, and sonorous but windy philosophy, christened of his school; inferior minds, whose only merit, if merit it can be called, was a proficiency in the art of saying ordinary things in an unintelligible way; of hiding no meaning, as some one has well said, in substance, in a kind of stern and pompous wordiness, and imparting to language a sort of emphatic inanity. But how wide is Wordsworth's poetry from all this! The modest simplicity of thought, the beauty and picturesqueness of fancy and language, which distinguish the following, are the common characteristics of WORDSWORTH's verse. The lines are from 'Friendship's Offering,' an English annual for the coming year. Could any thing be more exquisite, than the lines we have Italicized ? We commend the whole to such as consider 'poetry its own exceeding great reward,' and more especially to the utilitarian and the misanthrope :


Here let us lie, upon this primrose bank,
And give our thoughts free way. Our thoughts are fair ;
For leaven is fair, and Earth all round is fair ;
And we reflect both in our souls to-day.
Art thou not joyous ? Does the sunshine fall
Upon a barren bieart? Methinks it is
Itself the sweet source of fertility!
In all its golden warmth it wraps us round;
Not us alone, but every beast and bird
That makes the breathing forest musical:
Nor these alone; but every sparkling stream,
And every hill, and every pastoral plain;
The leaves that whisper in delighted talk,
The truant air with its own self at play
The clouds that swim in azure loving Heaven
And loving Earth and lingering between each,
Loth to quit either ; are not all alive,
With one pure unalloyed consummate joy?
Let us rejoice, then, beyond all the rest ;
For how shall wisdom show itself so well,
As in administering joy unto itself?
They who disdain the merry, are not wise ;
And they who step aside, when mirth comes by,
And scorn all things which are not bought with pain,
Are— fools, good cousin. What else can they be,
Who spurn God's free-given blessings ? I am one
Who prize the matron Summer most in smiles,
And give my heart up to her rose-crowned hours.
And so art thou - or so thou wilt be, child,
When that the orb of Time, now in its dawn,
Hath ripened the young brain with liberal thought.
Keep this in mind : and now, we two will watch
The Day go downward toward the glowing west;
And when the gold grows pale, and evening airs
Come murmuring o'er the meadows, we will drink
The balmy ether the nectarean breath
Which Earth sends upward when her Lord, the Sun,

Kisses her cheek at parting.' We are anticipating, by every arrival, original poetical articles for these pages, from this delightful writer. Our last advices from him, at Rydal Mount, were, that so soon as a serious disorder of the eyes, which prevented bis reading or writing, should have abated, an early opportunity would be embraced, to copy out and transmit the articles in question. We may hope, therefore, to receive them ere long.

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