suspected it.

For ourselves, indeed, we rather incline to believe, from the total silence of Lyttelton himself and of all his relations and correspondents, that the young man's conduct was so bad, that in charity to his father they never mentioned him; and this opinion seems confirmed by their rejoicings on his return home in 1772.

The father, in the hope that marriage might reclaim his son, looked out for a proper match, and a lady was selected. But the scapegrace, who even in 1772 could do nothing like a rational being, though all parties were agreed, must needs, as the father says, "steal a march on the family,"-and get married. As might have been expected, within a few months he stole another "march

on

the family," deserted his wife, and bolted to the Continent;-whence he returned only on his father's death, in August, 1773. What influence, if any, the profligate folly of this profligate man had on that father may never be known; but we believe there is reference to it in the account of the

father's death written by the physician who attended him :-" His Lordship's bilious and hepatic complaints seemed alone not equal to the expected mournful event; his long want of sleep, whether the consequence of the irritation in the bowels, or, which is more probable, of causes of a different kind, accounts for his loss of strength and for his death very sufficiently." On this melancholy occasion, Temple, the old friend and relation of the family, who would have hugged Junius to his heart and gloried in him, thus wrote to the Junius of the Quarterly: -"You have an hereditary right not only to my affection, but to every real service it could be in my power to show you; the great figure you may yet make depends on yourself. Henry the Fifth had been Prince of Wales; he knew how, with change of|

situation, to shake off the Falstaffs of the age, and all those forlorn accomplishments which had so long stifled and depressed his abilities. Forgive an old man the hint he takes the liberty of giving, and be assured he ardently wishes to see what your Lordship calls his partiality justified by a conduct which will make him happy in calling himself, my dear Lord, your most affectionate and obedient servant."

The reader has now seen something-all that is known—of the training of this Junius of the Quarterly up to the summer of 1765,

and heard his father's report of it. He has read, also, the character given of him in, or to be inferred from, the letters of his father, of Chatham, and of Temple, at the close of the "great labors" of Junius in 1772. Let us again remind him that to complete the argument of the Quarterly, he is required to believe that all the Miscellaneous Letters in the edition of 1814 were written by Junius, contrary to known and notorious facts; and that the "Letters of Thomas, Lord Lyttelton" are genuine, contrary to the declarations of all who have referred to them, from the executors of Lord Lyttelton down to Mr. Combe, who acknowledged himself to be the writer. This premised, he will proceed with what appetite he may " to the old, endless, profitless talk about style, coincidences, analogies, and so forth; and to arguments deduced from the somewhat notorious fact, that passages may be found in speeches made between 1773 and 1779, reported by Mr. [Memory] Woodfall and others, after the free fashion of the day,— and in Letters written after 1773, no matter by whom,-which will remind him that Junius's Letters were published before either the letters were written or the speeches were spoken.

Mr. Catlin, the well-known collector of Red Indian relics, has brought before the public his schemelong talked of in private--for establishing what he calls a "Museum of Mankind." There is a bold and alliterative grandeur in the sound. But when Mr. Catlin comes to explain his idea, it turns out that he defines the word "mankind," for his purpose, as meaning no more than the expiring members of the great human family--the Red Indian, the native Australian, the Greenlander, the Peruvian-and so forth. Measures, no doubt, might be taken for obtaining and preserving such memorials

as exist of these and similar races; and it is a reflection on the Governments of England and of the United States that they have hitherto remained so indifferent in the matter,-that being severally custodians of certain interesting and rapidly obliterating pages of the book of human history, they should suffer the final extinction of the record to take place before their eyes without any attempt to preserve its lessons for futurity. Mr. Catlin has done work which will entitle him to the lasting gratitude of ethnographical inquirers.

read diligently. Indeed, his reading was extensive and varied beyond that of most men of his age not being professed scholars; not merely in the Classics, which he especially loved, but in most of the modern languages that had a literature-French, Spanish, and Italian. As the amusement of his leisure hours, and of that qu et domestic life which in truth he loved, he published editions of Catullus and Theophrastus, said to be almost unrivalled for accuracy, -and translated Anacreon so well, that Dr. Joseph Warton, no bad judge, pressed him to publish it. Of society, when he entered it, he was the delighted and delighting spirit, always welcome, always cheerful. He knew nothing there of politics or political differences. In brief, and in conclusion, Wilkes was a highly educated and accomplished gentleman, who, once admitted into their presence, 'won golden opinions' from all sorts of men,-from Johnson, as is known, and from a hundred others of fame and reputation. Even Gibbon, who met him at the regimental mess-then a young man whose conversation had too much of the flavor of his associates, 'my lords' and the Medmenham brotherhood, to suit the better taste of the future philosopher and historian-even Gibbon has recorded that he scarcely ever met with a better companion; he has inexhaustible spirits, infinite wit and humor, and a great deal of knowledge.' Later in life his old political opponent, that accomplished 'Scot,' Lord Mansfield, said of him to Mr. Strachan, Mr. Wilkes was the pleasantest companion, the politest gentleman, and the best scholar he ever knew.' With the testimony of such men in his favor, we are content to leave him."

Another invaluable contribution to the History of the reign of George III. has been made in the publication (by BENTLEY) of the " Memoirs of the Marquis of Rockingham and his contemporaries with original letters &c., by the Earl of Albemarle." The Athenaeum announces the first volume with this suggestive survey of the period, and the lit erature now extant respecting it :

Eighteen hundred and fifty-one will, it is generally believed, be the marking year of the nineteenth century; yet we must admit that, in our own narrow circle, eighteen hundred and fifty-two opens with extraordinary promise. The unlocking of the muniment chests at Wotton and at Stowe was, in a literary and historical point of view, an important event; yet, before January has closed, we have Memoirs of the Marquis of Rockingham,' illustrated with original letters and papers, not only from the archives of the Fitzwilliam family, but from those of the Albemarle, Hardwicke, Richmond, and of Mr. Lee, attorney-general to the Rockingham administration. Here are treasures,-long-buried secrets, out of which history may be written. Heretofore we have all been, more or less, groping in the dark, or led by blind guides, and often astray by false lights. Now, we have such a mass of authentic information that no careful writer can wander very far from the truth. We have not only Walpole's contemporary histories, but his voluminous letters, -the Waldegrave, Dodington, Barrington, Lyttelton and other memoirs, the letters and correspondence of Chesterfield, Chatham, Bedford, Rockingham, Temple, Grenville, Mitchell, Burke,-minor contributions from Hume, Cumberland, Glover, Gibbon, Wraxall, and numbers numberless,-the historians Mohun, Adolphus, Belsham,-to say nothing of endless papers and volumes which touch only incidentally on political subjects, but often serve as guides

to help us through obscurities and doubts,—and we may add Memoirs like those before us, which-without reference to the important documents that they contain-are written with an earnest endeavor to discover and develop the truth. We often differ from Lord Albemarle in his estimate both of men and of events, but never without the respect which is due to conscientious opinion. He appears to us at times as if his mind were preoccupied with family traditions and his heart too full of traditional sympathies and feelings;--he looks on the men of the age with the eyes of the conqueror of the Havana, the petted and patronized of the Whig hero of Culloden,-and sometimes, from his position, overlooks men who were not without influence though their names may not be recorded in the court register. Occasionally, too, he takes the character of these on trust and from the popular reports of the day. To others, however, the marking men of the age, he has done justice; and his short memoirs are often vigorous, clear and truthful.”

LITERATURE.

Dr. Smith's Dictionary of Greek and Roman Geography is greeted as a most acceptable offering to students in ancient literature" by the Literary Gazette:

"Dr. Smith's excellent Dictionary of Antiquities, Biography, and Mythology left nothing to be desired so far as the subjects of which they treated were concerned :-and what was wanted to make up a complete cyclopædia of antiquity, was, an equally good Dictionary of Geography. This we may now confidently expect to have ere long. The first part justifies that expectation taken as at once an earnest and a specimen of what is to come. So far as we have examined it, it seems worthy to take rank with its predecessors in all essential points. The editor is the same accomplished scholar who by the classical learning, able management, and faithful care displayed in the former Dictionaries has won for himself so high a position among men of letters. The peculiarity in this Dictionary as regards Dr. Smith is, that hitherto it contains a greater number of articles than usual from his own pen :-all those on Greek geography having been, we believe, written by himself. The rest of the number is furnished by the principal contributors to the previous Dictionaries, and is distinguished by the same enterprising spirit of scholarship as characterized those standard works. Both editor and contributors are determined not to be behind the times. portant addition to our knowledge of antiquity escapes their observation, whether it be due to our own or to foreign scholars. All the latest and best works have been assiduously studied,-and the results are briefly stated with great perspicuity."

No im

Selections from the Dramatic Works of William T. Moncrieff, is thus noticed by the Spectator :—

"The name of Moncrieff conjures up memories of the melodrama (if not of the drama) in its palmy days; carrying remembrance back to the dead, and even beyond some of them. Tom and Jerry' was the rage at the Adelphi ere Terry, Yates, and Mathews set up their standard there. Elliston figured in Rochester, or Charles the Second's Merry Days,' before that piece was transferred to Covent Garden, with Charles Kemble for its hero. 'Giovanni in London' run ere Vestris brought it to its culminating point at Drury. Old babitués of the theatre may remember how Gattie burst upon them

in the Frenchman in 'Monsieur Tonson,' and younger playgoers must recollect Mathews in Monsieur Mallet.' These and many more than these pieces are collected, with prefaces and occasionally appendices, apropos to something connected with the particular drama, or anecdotes relating to its representation."

The Poems of John Edmund Reade are spoken of with great respect by the Athenæum :

"In these days when, with few exceptions, brevity and finish are the characteristics of our poets, the large and various designs of the present author are a novelty and in themselves a merit. In many instances, too, Mr. Reade has dared themes which task to the utmost 'the vision and the faculty divine; and his volumes contain examples of almost every form that poetry can take-lyrical drama, tragedy, the simple lyric, the philosophical poem, the narrative poem, and the ballad. We take our leave of these volumes with a full sense of the accomplished mind and various powers of the writer, with respect for a tone of thought habitually pure and just, and even for the patience which by its slow processes has sometimes taxed our own."

Note Book of a Naturalist, by Professor Broderip, first published in Fraser's Magazine, is warmly praised. The Examiner thus sums up the merits of the work:

"Mr. Broderip prays well, we are certain, if the Ancient Mariner spoke truth in his farewell moral to the wedding guest. This book is full of genial character, and its good-humor visibly embraces man, and bird, and beast. It is in fact written in the true spirit of a naturalist, with an abundance of pleasant knowledge about, and consequently loving pleasure in, every animated thing. From the pet beaver, who comes first in the procession, through the entire march of animals across the pages of the book, not one comes about whom the friend of all has not his good word and his pleasant memories. Familiarly acquainted with his subject, brimful of information, a ripe scholar in all the best senses of the word, and a man of the largest humanity, Mr. Broderip pours out with an easy manner and a cheeful face large stores of that delightful talk which makes no mortal talker more agreeable than the genuine and unaffected naturalist, who loves the beasts, and birds, and reptiles, for themselves, and not for the hard names they bear."

Guizot's Treatise on Shakspeare and his Times, is a reproduction of an old work with a new treatise on Hamlet. This latter performance is thus spoken of by the Literary Gazette:

"We have but one word to say on it-it has disappointed us. When such a man as M. Guizot proceeds to speak of one of the most sublime and one of the most bizarre creations of poetical genius, we not unnaturally expect him to present it altogether in a new light; to strip it of all the doubts and the dimness which the poet has cast around it; or, at the very least, to say something new and piquant respecting it. This he has not done. On leaving his hands, Hamlet is what he has always been, and what probably he will ever be a grand and rather fearful mystery, which no two men see in the same light or interpet in the same way."

Miss Mitford's Recollections of a Literary Life is well received. The Spectator's notice is a type of the general expressions of the press :

"These Recollections of Miss Mitford are not a regular autobiography; but something more varied, probably more attractive. Books and authors are the real subjects of the writer, around which she weaves a variety of personal reminiscences, sketches of characters, and pictures of landscapes or in-door scenes, interspersed here and there with direct family or biographical information. It is the mat ter and manner of Our Village,' chastened, matured, varied, extended, and made more real by the restraint which actual persons and facts impose upon the most exuberant imagination. Sixty-five years have passed over the writer without dimming her eye, depressing or souring her spirits, lessening her vivacity of mind or geniality of feeling. She has still as keen a relish for the simple or cultiva looked upon village nature and village life with a ted beauties of English scenery as when she first view to describe them. Her zest for them is still as keen, her power of painting as firm and distinct, but richer, and more mellowed by time. The widespread sympathy with all that lives, and all that is looked upon, from the peer to the peasant, from the stately park to the retired lane or the cottager's homely garden, is as warm and fresh as in life's morning march.' Time may have touched her hair; rheumatism-as she hints, and the grand climacteric, may have taken some of her litheness of limb; but her heart is an evergreen, her anima flourishing in perpetual youth.

"The range of Miss Mitford is wide, and often takes in authors who are half forgotten-overlooked in the modern whirl of new inventions, endless publications, and rapid movement. Such are Ansted of the Pleader's Guide,' Holcroft, Herrick, Withers, Lovelace, and the better-known names of Cow. ley and Ben Jonson-though the writings of these two may not be more read by the public at large. Sometimes the reader is introduced to contemporaries, whose merits in Miss Mitford's judgment have not met with their deserved fame, or authors of whose life she has something to tell. Then we are carried across the waters and presented to our Transatlantic cousins and their poets, with occasionally a prose writer; the introduction being accompanied by anecdotes connected with the author through Miss Mitford's acquaintance with him or with some common friends. Scenes where the writers have been read, and sometimes occurrences which prevented their reading on that occasion, are described with the minuteness, the brightness, the charm, that distinguished similar things in Our Village,' though, as we have already observed, more sobered and chastened in style."

Arvine's Cyclopædia of Moral and Religious Anecdotes, is characterized by the Athenæum as an olla podrida consisting of a collection-in which the agency of paste and scissors is more conspicuous than that of taste and judgment of incidents, narratives, examples, and testimonies, arranged on what is called "a new plan, with copious topical and scriptural indexes."

AMERICAN Books.

President Edwards, on Christian Charity, issued The recently published posthumous work of from the press of the CARTERS in this city, is warmly received abroad. The Literary Gazette has the following eulogistic notice of the great author of the work:

"President Edwards is recognized in this country