A POPULAR TREATISE ON MEDICAL PHILOSOPHY; OR AN EXPOSITION OF QUACKERY AND IMPOSTURE IN MEDICINE. BY CALEB TICKNOR, M. D., Author of 'The Philosophy of Living.' In one volume. pp. 273. New-York: HARPER AND BROthers.

THIS is the production of a man of sense and of feeling, both of which are important qualifications for such a work. The first entitles him to credit as an observer of facts, and the second as a man that sympathizes with the sufferings brought upon the community by the prevalence of medical quackery. We are literally overwhelmed with empiricism, political, religious, medical, etc., and shall be greatly indebted to all those efforts of philosophic minds, that may have in them the effect to bring us back to sound, practical good sense.

Dr. Ticknor presents us with a brief history of the healing art; a general view of the human body and its divisions; the anatomy of the digestive organs, and their diseases; a description of the organs of respiration, of the cutaneous system, of the eye, with separate chapters on female complaints, rheumatism, deafness, cancer, measles, natural bone-setters, comparative powers of vegetable and mineral medicines; on the errors, exclusiveness, and ultraism of medical men; and finally touches up the clergy, for their influence in occasioning the spread of medical quackery. This book is, in the first place, philosophical, in the best sense of the term, and practically so. Next, it can be understood by all- a most commendable attribute. It is descriptive where it needs to be, and comprehensively so. It suggests. We think it will be approved by the faculty, and that it ought to be useful to the public. It is a good family book. If it does not mention and describe all the ailments that flesh is heir to, and appoint a remedy, it at least treats of those most common, and lifts a warning voice against medical humbug, in all its forms. It is a good sequel to the author's 'Philosophy of Living,' and an earnest, as we hope, of the continuance of his labors in this department of human science and art.

SKETCHES OF YOUNG LADIES AND YOUNG GENTLEMEN. By Quiz. Philadelphia: CAREY, LEA AND BLANCHARD. The same, with six Illustrations by PHIZ, and Original Sketches, by Tız, Rız, and Bız. New-York: WILEY AND PUTNAM, and G. DEARBORN AND COMPANY.

THESE are very clever sketches, and indicate close observation of odd male and female' humans.' The style of the several 'pictures in little' reminds us continually of 'Boz,'and we are by no means sure that they do not proceed from his prolific pen. Whoso shall scrutinizingly read the 'literary,' the 'interesting,' and the 'petting' young lady, and the 'bashful' and 'political' young gentlemen, will become, we venture to predict, of our opinion in this matter. The New-York edition of the volume, beside containing characteristic engravings of the 'funny,' the 'domestic,' and the 'poctical' young gentleman, with the 'interesting' and 'abstemious' young lady, has a half dozen original sketches, two or three of which beguiled us of several dismal yawns. Their forced attempts at humor, far-fetched and of little worth, are remarkable. A dim conceit of something which the writer considers funny, is foreshadowed, for a half page or more, by a lurking uneasiness in the style, indicating the present foisting in of the labored interpolation, which after all turns out to be unworthy the writer's trouble. The 'buckish young gentleman,' however, as well as the 'mercantile' and the 'ticking,' redeem these original sketches from the class of 'total failures.'

EDITORS' TABLE.

INTERMINGLED LEAVES OF NOTE-BOOK AND TRAVEL.

With considerate regard for the reader, desiring not to 'bestow all our tediousness' upon him, in the excerpta of our note-book, we shall here transcribe, and liberally intersperse, from a few blank leaves of that salmagundish receptacle, certain records of travel, hurriedly jotted down in a recent excursion to the Great Cataract, and other noted resorts. Indulgently receive these memoranda. A special request. Reverently respect and obey it.

'HERE,' said we, as with a delightful sense of freedom we took a chair upon the airy promenade-deck of one of our noble Hudson steam-craft,

'Here have we 'scaped the city's stifling heat,

Its horrid sounds, and its polluted air;'

and, please the Fates, we part company for some score of days, at least!' The steam monster, pent in his dungeon, groans and growls, and 'sighs like a furnace,' till,

'Like a pawing horse let go,

He makes a sudden bound,'

and, with rushing waters before and wake-foam behind, we are in mid stream, the cool breeze flapping the awnings, fluttering the green veils, and stirring the hair of sable silver, and lifting the bright locks of childhood. The city fades into dimness; the Palisades lift their frowning walls, their long shadows sleep on the western shore, and the distant uplands begin to undulate against the horizon beyond. Beautiful scene! With care banished, a friend at your side whom you have 'buckled to your heart with hooks of steel,' and a glad face, beaming with youth, beauty, innocence, and love of nature, for your perusal her arm in yours, as you walk the elastic deck, and her voice, soft and low, in your ear (for thus, reader, by most pleasant accident, it chanced,) who would not feel the full value of that blessed boon, existence? There were a few promenaders on that deck, when the crescent moon walked forth into the night. But we 'prattle out of season.'

LIGHTS were twinkling in 'Kosciusko's Garden,' as we rounded West Point. We thought of Col. KNAPP-now alas no more!— and his interesting volume of stories named of that romantic spot, and there written. And here, in introducing a passage concerning this writer, which we once considered noteworthy, let us pay a passing tribute to his memory. He was distinguished for much research, and as a voluminous and successful author. Of his merits as a miscellaneous prose writer, our readers are not ignorant. Many of his best efforts, in this department of literature, have appeared in this Magazine. As a man, he was kind, ingenuous, and warm-hearted. His mind was full of various knowledge, and his colloquial powers made him the favorite of the social circle; while as a public speaker, he was remarkable for his extempore efforts, having always at command an abundance of illustrative facts, with apposite anecdotes or allusions. But to our story. Colonel KNAPP had penned an article for the dapper VOL. XII. 11

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httle proprietor of a monthly magazine, an intellectual pauper, whom we will call Mr. P. B. L. It overran, by a halt page or more, a 'form' of eight pages. Unwilling to extnd the number of pages, because of the cost, the sapient proprietor changed a comma into a period, at the end of the closing line of the page, leaving the gist of the article, the very dénouement of the story, undeveloped! The author, as may well be supposed, was 'a little riled.' 'Print the article entire, as it was written, Sir,' or leave it out altogether: My dear sir,' responded P. B. D., 'what's the use? It stops very handsomely; just let it go in!' Reasonable as the request was considered, the author peremptorily declined. The discomfitted proprietor took another tack, interposing what he thought would prove a 'clincher,' and remove all objections: 'Let it stand, Colonel KNAPP, let it stand. It is very good, as it is; and if it is n't, nobody will ever read it! — so where's the harm? The author took the expostulatory compliment home with him, together with the article.

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'ANY luggage, Sir?' 'Take a carriage, Sir?'-'Eagle, Sir?'-'American Hotel, Sir?-first-rate house, Sir?'- 'Going west, Sir?'- 'Rail-road, Sir?' Ah! this is not agreeable. This is that part of travelling which is 'subject to drawback,' as the comInercial gentleman has it. Albany is a pleasant city steeple-garnished, domecrow ned, and commanding and the mountains arise gloriously around her, in the disWe were glad to rest, as the morning dawned, by the 'going forth of her ways.' But these pestilent porters! Six of them have seized a bewildered-looking gentleman's valise, and are bearing it off in triumph to his lodgings. The owner ruminates, and is evidently angry; but what will he say to the 'foreign levy' on his purse, from these emulous operatives? That will 'touch him farther, when he gets to his hotel. As you roll toward Schenectady, in the rail-road cars, the hump-backed Catskills, far to the south, lift their rugged and pale blue outlines to the view. Losing sight of their cloud-capt summits, you come to the fruitless sand-soil not barren howbeit, for the frequent clumps of wild flowers, of palest pink, have beauty if not utility and presently thereafter, you find yourself sweeping up the fertile valley of the Mohawk, Schenectady fading behind you, wide fields spread out around, and the fragrant clover blossom perfuming the way for miles, often growing up to the very wheels of the cars. What a noble valley! - what a glorious state! In four years, a continuous railroad will run side by side with the Erie canal, then widened to a walled river. What monument of enterpise had much-vaunted Rome to compare with this? Talk of her aquedects! What acqueduct had she, that could vie with the one now constructing, to bring Croton river to New-York, a distance of forty miles? Americans ! let us look at home. We have enough to be proud of, young as we are much to learn, too how much to hope!

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PLEASANT exceedingly was it, to sit in the swift car, with 'old familiar friends,' and that one face, fair as the rose-bud that was clasped by those innocent lips, the faintest smile of which would send the circling dimples to cheeks of softest carnation, possessing one's self in much quietness, and only interrupted by a gentle titilation of cur:osity, as some pretty village is entered and left behind. Yet there was more. A strong sense of the sublime was engendered, as the snorting fire-steed gallopped off with the long train, at his own free pace, in the face of a dense storm-cloud, that finally burst in full force upon us, as we entered the dépôt at Utica. Utica - charming city! Why is not prose written, and song chanted, of its multiplied attractions? How gradually its wide and handsome streets rise on every side to the summit of the ascending table land on which the town reposes! It is a beautiful rus in urbe. To the air of a populous city, it unites the bloom and verdure of the country. Around it, are some of the finest views in the Union. Should you ever journey thitherward, reader, fail not of 'Prospect Hill,' which rises gently some four miles to the south-west. The great basin formed

by the rich valley of the Mohawk, with its cordon of pale blue hills, lies before you, to the north and east; the city, softened by distance, in the foreground; and at your feet, the charming village of Whitesboro'; far to the south-west, gleam the white collegebuildings of Clinton University, and, southward and more near, stretches out a vale lovelier than Tempé's - the romantic vale of the Sadaqueda; while nestling on its soft and verdant bosom, reposes the pretty village of New-Hartford, and farther north, a clustered, uniform 'factory settlement.' Enchanting scene! The admirable lines of BRYANT came forcibly home to at least one observer of its manifold beauties:

'I stood upon an upland slope, and cast

My eye upon a broad and beauteous scene,
Where the wide plain lay girt by mountains vast,
And hills o'er hills lifted their heads of green,

With pleasant vales scooped out, and villages between.'

AFTER a night's sound repose, during which we had glided sixty miles in the good canal-packet 'Cleaveland,' we awoke at the sound of the horn' which called the Syracuse lock-master to his duty, and emerged to the deck, to survey this flourishing but crude-looking town, and to disembark, on a short excursion over the hills that 'looked on our childhood.' And certes, as we wound slowly over them, checking the good Jehu, ever and anon, to gaze upon the magnificent prospect behind, we deemed, with pride that, save the view from Pine Orchard House, we had never seen its fellow. Far-stretching, even to blue Ontario, spread the wide region, populous with villages, the long Oneida and the placid Onondaga lakes 'glinting' in the sunbeams, in the midst. And beyond all

VEXATION! We are interrupted. There is copy enough; the number is out!" 'Indeed! So the 'note-book' must be nipped i' the bud, eh? —and the travel's history, and the 'good 'uns' gleaned on the way, and the bon mots of our agreeable travelling companions; also the towns, cities, and their incidents - Geneva, Canandaigua, Rochester, Lockport — the Great Cataract!—eh? Good reader, it is even so! The July number is 'overflowing full ;' but the August, treading fast upon its heels, and even now grown almost as big, shall salute you betimes; and thereafter shall be always promptitude. We will join you at

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain!"

THE GIRAFFES.-These rare and beautiful animals, the first ever brought to this country, afford a very interesting exhibition. They seem to be quite vain of their pergonal appearance of their leopard skins, dark eyes, pretty eye-lashes, and expressive mouths and they 'hold their heads pretty high in the world,' in consequence. They are exceedingly difficult of 'captivation,' and even in Europe possess the greatest novelty. The one in the Zoological Gardens at Paris, came to that city like a crowned conqueror. She rode from the frontier to the metropolis, we are informed by Mr. SANDERSON, author of the entertaining Sketches of Paris,' in state, in a splendid carriage, attended by grooms, footmen, and 'gentlemen of the bed-chamber,' and followed by an antelope and three goats, in an open barouche! A military escort proceeded from Paris, with members of the Institute, and other learned bodies, which met her at Fontainbleau. Her entry was a triumphal procession. From ten to twenty thousand citizens poured into the garden daily. Fresh portraits of the favorite were taken by eminent artists, and bulletins of every thing she did were published weekly. Bonnets, shoes, gloves, and gowns, were made à la giraffe ; quadrilles, too, were danced, and café-au lait made à la giraffe. Excitable Parisians! Yet the object certainly justified some enthusiam,

'DENTAL HYGEIA.' - Such is the title of a poem by Mr. SOLYMAN BROWN, Dentist, and author of 'Dentologia.' It contains sundry useful hints in relation to health in general, and the preservation of the teeth in particular, which, our author observes, with truth as well as great poetic fervor,

'require

Much more attention than mankind suppose!

The verse is flowing enough, and mechanically correct, but not otherwise remarkable; unless it be, in portions, for certain transparent qualities, regarded in the light of confined prose. Take the following lines, for example, which set forth the advantages of 'cool ablution,' and a proper sufficiency of clothing. 'Colds,' says our bard,

'And raging fevers, and acute disease,

In various forms, spring from the long neglect

Of cool ablution. Let it then be done

Daily, and semi-daily, if required.

The infant first, and then the child, becomes
Fond of the habit, which, if firmly fixed,
Contributes greatly to longevity.

Of clothing, 't is sufficient to advise
Never to dress too much—that is, too warmly.
A cumbrous load of garments but impedes
The quick and graceful action of the limbs,
And renders awkward what were else genteel!"

The 'poetry' in these and many kindred lines which might be cited, consists, as will be seen, entirely in the short lines, and in the capital letters which commence them. They will remind the reader of similar measured lines in the 'Warreniana' imitation of Wordsworth, descriptive of the external aspect of 'Peter Bell :'

But there are many redeeming passages in this little volume, especially in the descriptions of bounteous nature; and the beauty of utility which pervades the poem, should serve to redeem, in some measure, its poetical deficiencies.

THE EXPLORING EXPEDITION. This national enterprise, in which there has been so much vexatious delay, will soon, it is believed, be in effective operation. We refer to it for the purpose of awarding a brief tribute to the exertions of J. N. REYNOLDS, Esq., who is the author, the projector, and the untiring, uncompromising advocate of the expedition, against every obstacle, and all open as well as secret opposition. Whether this gentleman shall accompany the expedition or not, he will have the consolation of knowing, what his countrymen know and feel, that to him, more than to any and all others, shall we be indebted for any honor which may accrue to the nation from the successful result of the enterprise.

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CATHERWOOD'S PANORAMAS. The panoramas of Jerusalem and Niagara Falls, now exhibiting at the spacious circular edifice, recently erected on the corner of Prince and Mercer streets, deserve the extensive encouragement they have received. The first, especially, is the largest and most perfect painting of the kind ever exhibited in this country. The drawings were taken on the spot by Mr. Catherwood, and the painting