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have not yet come to hand - and that excellent and truly intelligent woman - Mrs. Moon, I mean - is naturally solicitous - excessively so about my little' (here I smiled and interposed 'pshaw!') – my absurdly small account.'

“My dear Mr. Loosefish, how can I serve you ?' said my companion, looking about the room, with an air of vague surprise.

" . Simply and briefly, Sir, by the trifling loan of len pounds, for a very short time.' " Trotter fell back in his chair, with the most original face ever invented. "My dear good Sir,' said he, this is the most extraordinary application "Peculiar, I admit,' said I, slightly chapfallen, “but let me hope not offensively bold, “No-no- I'm not offended, far from it!' cried he; 'but then, to make such a request

"Nay, Mr. Trotter,' and I smiled seductively, and shook my head — 'I have long marked your virtues your qualities of head and heart

"I paused, for my friend was cogitating deeply. There was a long silence, only broken by occasional bursts of anguish from the overwrought violoncello, which Cox, seemingly excited to frenzy, was wreaking himself upon in the back parlor.

“Mr. Loosefish,' said I'rotier, at length, in a tone perfectly novel to my ear – you are a man of the world - I can see that — so am I." You have placed confidence in me- it shall not be broken. Can you be secret ?'

“I bowed.

"You want ten pounds,' continued Trotter, lowering his voice, and pushing his fin. ger toward the door of the back parlor; 'you have been living here upon speculation without any certain means, eh? Come, confess it.'

"* Sir! cried I, with becoming indignation, do not presume-
"I know you have,' said Trotter ; a word in your ear: -- so hade !!

"It was now my turn to fall back in my chair, while Trotter indulged in a series of regularly measured winks.

Why! Troiter, you astonish me! - you must be joking ! " A fact,' said the wealthy old gentleman.

Why, you've been living here six months !

More,' said Trotter; "and the deuce a farthing have I paid. But a certain person will very soon be Mrs. Trotter.'

"I could have hugged to my bosom the ingenious, but I fear I must call him the unprincipled, old gentleman.

"I'll tell you what I'll do,' said he. You must n't stay here ; you 'll disconcert my plan they ’ll perhaps suspect me. I'll guarranty the debt you owe them. I'll take it upon myself, and when I'm married you shall have twenty

pounds. But a young fellow like you need never want money. Were you ever in love ?!

"I have felt that passion, Trotter, but marriage -
"The thing I mean,' said he. Have you ever thought about it?
"Why, no, said I, ' not so deeply, perhaps -

"As its importance demands,' interrupted Trotter : 'only think, a rich widow, with freeholds, or long leases; or a soft spinster, with hard cash as a set off.' “Not to be had, old fellow, not to be had.'

Ay, but to be imagined, young fellow. Here's a secret for you that, if you have any friends, shall melt them; that will thaw the most Hyperborean tailor; that will provide furniture, lease, fixtures, every thing. Say you are going to be married.'

"'Say you're going to be married !' It had a plausible and pleasing degree of fiction to recommend it.

“. Try it short,' said Trotter, 'going to be married,' and he repeated the golden sentence, as though parading it for my inspection.

Going to be married!' it was still better. "Trotter,' cried I, and I took up my can. dle, 'it will do. Good night! - God bless you !'

“How unaccountable that I never should have hit upon it! Why, my uncle in the country, whom I had given up in despair, must come down upon so special a plea. It was worth a cool hundred or two at least. Even Magson would be praciicable after this. Going to be married ? I slept upon it.”

“I tried the new invention upon a tailor in Oxford-street the very next morning. It succeeded to admiration, and within a week I was in a situation to take leave of Mrs. and Miss Moon and the two gentlemen, in a suit of superfine Saxony, that might have defied the criticism of a Brummel.

“To you, dear madam,' said I, addressing my kind hostess, while a tear worked its passage into my eye, 'to you I feel that I shall be eternally indebted.' And here I think 1 may take credit to myself for the utterance of strict and open truth. But to Mr. Trotter,' I continued, “I acknowledge myself under an obligation which can never be effaced.'

“He is indeed a kind soul, cried Mrs. Moon, turning a soft eye upon the counterfeit Cræsus, who bowed deprecatingly. “Every thing has been satisfactorily arranged, Mr.

Loosefish; we shall be happy to see you whenever you pass our way. Good-bye. Farewell."'"

We have dwelt at some length upon the recent writings of Boz,' the more because we have been compelled to pass his previous efforts with but slight comment. And in conclusion, we can only repeat, that of all humorous writers of the present era, commend us to the renowned author of the Papers of the Pickwick Club.'

Three EXPERIMENTS OF Living. In one volume. pp. 143. Boston: William S.

DAMRELL and SAMUEL COLMAN. New-York: WilEY AND PUTNAM.

This little volume is, without exception, the best work of the kind which it has ever been our good fortune to read. The name of the author is not given; but we have somewhere seen it mentioned, that it is written by a lady: if this be so, Miss SEDGWICK must be that lady, or some equally gifted female is treading closely in her steps, in the department of domestic literature. The 'three experiments of living' described, are living within the means, living up to the means, and living beyond the means;' and each division is illustrated by incidents simple in themselves, but highly effective, and even dramatic. The style is plain, nervous, and easy, and the inculcations of the work are all fraught with the best tendencies.

Without trespassing too far upon the condensed interest of the book, we offer two extracts — the first containing the complaints of a poor and sick woman, the causes for which we fear are but too common, and the second some just and forcible comments upon a grievous folly on the part of a large portion of the American people, resident in our cities :

"The next day Jane went to see Mrs. Barber, and proposed to her her plan of clothing the children, and providing a school for them. The woman expressed her gratitude, and Jane thought it but just to mention her benefactors. When she named Mrs. Hart among them, Mrs. Barber said, Indeed, madam, I do not ask her to give me any ihing, if she will only pay me what is justly my due.' Jane now learned, with astonishment, that the poor woman had washed in her kitchen' for nearly a year, without being able to obtain payment.

“It was for that, madam, I sent to entreat her to come and see me, hoping she might be moved by my distress; and she did, you know, pay me a small sum. I have credited her for that; but it is a small part of what she owes me.'

“'I hope,' said Jane, after a long pause, in which her countenance discovered the workings of her mind, ' I hope there are few such instances as this.'

“I never met with such a one — not exactly' — added she hesitatingly; but, indeed, madam, the rich little consider how important our wages for a day's work are to us. It would be bad manners in us to insist upon being paid immediately; and yet many's the time when I have depended upon one day's wages for my children's food for the next.'

"It must be such a trifle to the rich, that if you only let them know you are going away, they will pay you.'

“It is because it is such a trifle to them, I suppose,' said the woman, 'that they cannot understand how important it is to us. Some how or other, rich ladies never have any thing they call change, and they are very apt to say, 'they will remember it,' and another time will do as well;' and so it is as well for them, but not for us.'

“Mrs. Barber's heart seemed to be quite opened by Jane's sympathy, and she went

"Indeed, ma'am, I sometimes think there is more kindness toward the poor than there is justice. The ladies are very good in getting up societies and fairs to help us ; but they very often seem unwilling to pay us the full price of our labor. If they would pay us well, and give us less, it would be better for us.'

Perhaps you are right,' said Jane, ' about paying for work ; but only think how much good has been done by fairs!'

"" Yes, ma'am; good has been done to some, and injury to others. I know of a poor woman who was born a lady, and who was reduced in her circumstances. Her health was very feeble, but still she was able to earn a living by making those curious

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little things that they sell at fairs ; but since the ladies have taken to making them, it is hard times with her; for she says the market is overrun.

“The right way, said Jane, 'would be to employ these people to work for others, and instead of the ladies making pin-cushions and emery-bags, to buy them ready made, and sell them again. Then charity would operate equally among the

poor;

for what one class could not make, another could, and labor would be exchanged."

"I do n't know how it ought to be settled. Perhaps it is all right as it is; but we poor folks think we have our wrongs. For instance, ma'am, I sometimes do washing for people at boarding-houses. They will appoint me to come about 9 o'clock in the morning to get their clothes. When I go, very likely they are not up. Then I must wait till they are sometimes an hour or more. All ihis is lost time to me; and time, to daily laborers, is money. My hushand was a carpenter; and he used to say, that he gave the rich a great deal more than he got from them, for he gave them time. One fine lady and another would send for him, and ask him if he could not put a shelf up here, or make a closet there; and after he had measured and calculated, perhaps they would come to the conclusion not to have any thing done, and he had his trouble for his pains.'

All the wronge you have mentioned,' said Jane, 'seem to arise from want of consideration, not want of benevolence.'

“That's pretty much what I said, ma'am, at first — that now-a-days there was more kindness to the poor than justice. If I was paid for all the time I have wasted in waiting upon the rich, sometimes for clothes, sometimes for pay-for I often have to go two or three times before I can find a lady at home - I should be better off than I

To be sure, it is but small sums that are due to us; but my husband used to say these ought to be paid right away, because they do n't go upon interest like larger ones.'

"You seem to have thought a good deal on this subject,' said Jane. "'I take it,' said Mrs. Barber, that we must all think; at least, I never saw the time when I could drive thoughts out of my head, though I am sure, when you first took me up, it was sad enough to think ; and if it had not been for my poor children, I should have been glad enough to have laid down in the cold grave, and thought no more in this world.'

am now.

The subjoined remarks close the first division of the volume-living within the means:'

“We fear therc are few who sincerely repeat, 'Give me neither poverty nor riches.

“ This was the situation to which Frank had attained. Blest with health, a promising farnily, respected as a physician, and cherished as a friend -- with the wife of his youth, the partner and lightener of his cares – it seemed as if there was little more to desire. We talk of the blessing of an amiable disposition ; what is it but the serenity of a mind at piece with itself - of a mind that is contented with its own lot, and which covets not another's? They sometimes made a morning call at the houses of the rich and fashionable ; but Jane looked at the splendid apartments with vacant admiration. It never for a moment entered her head that she should like such herself. She returned home to take her seat by the side of the cradle, to caress one child, and provide for the wants of another, with a feeling that nobody was so rich as herself.

“ It would be pleasant to dwell longer on this period of Dr. Fulton's life. It was one of honest independence. Their pleasures were home pleasures-- the purest and the most satisfactory that this world affords. We cannot but admit that they might have been elevated and increased by deeper and more fervent principle. Nature had been bountiful in giving them kind and gentle dispositions, and generous emotions ; but the bark, with its swelling sails and gay streamers, that moves so gallantly over the rippling waters, struggles feebly against the rushing wind and foaming wave. Prosperous as Frank might be considered, he had attained no success beyond what every industrious, capable young man may attain, who, from his first setting out in life, scrupulously limits his expenses within his means. This is, in fact, to be his text-book and his ægis. Not what others do not what seems necessary and fitting to his station in life, but what he, who knows his own affairs, can decide is in reality fitting. Shall we, who so much prize our independence, give up, what, in a political view alone, is dross, compared to independence of character and habits ? Shall we, who can call master spirits from every portion of our land, to attest to the hard-earned victory of freedom and independence, give up

glorious prize, and suffer our minds to be subjugated by foreign luxuries and habits? Yet it is even so; they are fast invading our land; they have already taken possession of our sea-ports, and are hastening toward the interior. Well may British travellers scoff, when they come among us, and see our own native Americans adopting the most frivolous parts of civilized life -- its feathers and gewgaws - our habits and customs, made up of awkward imitations of English and French; our weak attempts at aristocracy; our late hours of visiting, for which no possible reason can be assigned, but that they do so in Europe! Let us rather, with true independence, adopt

the good of every nation - their arts and improvements, their noble and liberal institutions, their literature, and the grace and real refinement of their manners; but let us strive to retain our simplicity, our sense of what is consistent with our own glorious calling, and above all, the honesty and wisdom of living within our income, whatever it may be. This is our true standard. Let those who can afford it, consult their own tasie in living. If they prefer elegance of furniture, who has a right to gainsay it? But let us not all aim at the same luxury. Perhaps it is this consciousness of unsuccessful imitation, that has given a color to the charge made against us, by the English, of undue irritability. Truly, there is nothing more likely to produce it. Let us pursue our path, with a firm and steadfast purpose, as did our fathers of the Revolution, and we shall little regard those who, after receiving our hospitality, retire to a distance, and pelt us with rubbish.”

We are glad to learn that three editions of this little book have already been published; and we hope its dissemination will eventually be so wide as to place it in the hands of every intelligent American family throughout the union.

A MONTH OF FREEDOM. AN AMERICAN Poen. pp. 90.

HOLLEY.

New-York: GEORGE W.

THERE are many fine poetical thoughts in the compass of this little book, but in general the execution is less creditable to the author. He lacks harmony of language, and his metrical ear is lamentably imperfect. With proper cultivation, and a due familiarity with good models, we might anticipate much improvement upon the volume before us; and we cannot but hope that so much native ore as may here be seen gleaming through the rough soil, will not hereafter be presented to the public without adequate filtration. A single extract will serve to explain our remarks, both of raise and deprecation. It is descriptive of the view from the 'Catskill Mountain House :

“On the high mountain top, far, far above
The world! A wild, wide, boiling sea of mist
Is spread around, the beautiful phantasm
Of the true ocean, which once swept above
These glowing lands. Its pale waves roll uot now
With the free dash of life, but slowly rise
Like phantoms, and with gliost-like motion glide
Along, to dash all poiselessly against
The rock-bound sbore. And yet 't is like, so like
The wide deep sea, that faucy peoples it
With the strange monsters of the deep, and we
Can scarce believe that fellow-mortals there
Beneath the waves are toiling carelessly
In the dull work of lifc. Its spectral depths
Are opening now, and briglit and verdant jales
Are shining through. Again the misty waves
Close over them, and all is ocean now.
Again bright fields and dark-green woods shine through
The rent veil, and its scattered folds are rolled
Into light fieecy clouds, which float along
Upon the summer wind. And now these melt
Before the glowing sun, and naught is left

But dazzling, beautiful reality.
" The golden hue of harvest - the dark woods --

Tbc bright green pasture lands — the rivulet
Alike a white thread thrown all carelessly
On the green velvet - the low rustic roof-
The distant village glittering with the sun
The river calınly lying there alike
A polish'd mirror, and the whiter sail
Gleaming on its bright waters -- those green isles
Like emeralds set in silver – and the far,
Wide landscape spreading on beyond
In still extending beauty, till the eye

Is pained, the soul dazzled — faint - bewildered." Our author has evidently the 'dew of his youth ;' and with the fresh poetical impulses of that golden period, doubtless his pen will not be idle. But he should study metrical cadence, and revise more carefully.

SKETCHES OF THE LIFE AND CHARACTER OF THE Rev. LEMUEL Haynes. By the Rev.

Dr. Cooley and the Rev. DR, SPRAGUE. In one volume. 12mo. New-York : HARPER AND BROTHERS.

This is the title of a very handsome volume, just issued from the press of the Messrs. HARPER, which will not detract in the least from the character and reputation which they have deservedly obtained as publishers. On the contrary, we believe that they have brought the religious community under increased obligations to them, by sending forth this work to the world. It is not to be supposed that all who may read this book, will agree with every religious opinion of the subject of these ‘Sketches;' yet it is as undeniable, that no one can read the work without interest. The Rev. Dr. Cooley has sketched the character of this extraordinary individual in a very happy and able manner, and he will have his reward. When we say of the late Rev. Mr. Haynes, that he was an “extraordinary individual,' we say no more than every one will say, who becomes acquainted with the history of his life.

He was born under peculiar circumstances, on the 18th of July, 1753, and died in 1833. He was of unmingled African extraction' on his father's side, was abandoned by his parents in early infancy, and' was never, to the end of his life, favored with a single expression of a mother's kindness.' When he was five months old, he was bound as a servant to a pious man, in whose family he was treated with kindness and tenderness. When a boy, and as he grew up, he manifested all faithfulness to his trust, so that his master's business was placed, to a great extent, under his care. After arriving at mature age, he met with'a saving change of heart,' and united himself with the Christian church. He became connected with the American army in 1774, and proved true to his country in many campaigns— all, as he expresses himself, 'for the sake of freedom and independence.' After serving his country faithfully, he devoted himself to the work of the ministry, and preached the gospel until the close of his life. His triumphant death, with the circumstances attending it, are recorded in such wise as to show that the end of the righteous is peace.' The letters, sermons, and anecdotes contained in the volume, exhibit the character of the man, the patriot, the servant of Christ, and the true philanthropist. His life was full of events — his death replete with instruction.

PAULDING'S Works. Volumes XII., XIII., and XIV. Containing “The Dutchman's

Fireside,' and 'The Book of St. Nicholas.' New-York : HARPER AND BROTHERS.

It is not our intention, in the present dearth of novelty in the literary world, to intrude upon the reader a labored review of a work so well known to the American public as the Dutchman's Fireside,' one of the most popular productions of its popular author. We shall content ourselves with saying, that it is now presented in the neat and tasteful dress in which all the preceding numbers of the series have been clad — and this is quite all that is necessary to say in regard to the character of the externals.

'The Book of St. Nicholas,' a volume of some two hundred and fifty pages, contains the following stories, among which the reader will perceive several pleasant acquaintances, with whom he will be glad to renew an intimacy: · The Legend of St. Nicholas ;' "The Little Dutch Sentinel of the Manhadoes ;' "'Cobus Yerks;'' A Strange Bird in Nieuw-Amsterdam ;''Claas Schlaschenschlinger ;''The Revenge of St. Nicholas;' The Origin of the Bakers' Dozen ;' "The Ghost;'' The Nymph of the Mountain;' and 'The Ride of St. Nicholas on New Year's Eve.'

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