as being perfectly characteristic of the author's peculiar style. his view. but the oftener one reflects on these sort of subjects, the oftener is the old-fashioned observation repeated, that There exists perhaps in creation no animal which has let a man go where he will, Omnipotence is never from 'less justice and more injustice done to him by man than the pig. Gifted with every faculty of supplying himIt is good they say for the stomach-good for the self, and of providing even against the approaching skin-good for ladies of all possible ages-for all sorts storm, which no creature is better capable of foretelling and conditions of men. For a headache, drink, the than a pig, we begin by putting an iron ring through the inn-keepers exclaim, at the Koch-brunnen. For gout cartilage of his nose, and having thus barbarously de-in the heels, soak the body, the doctors say, in the prived him of the power of searching for, and analyzing chicken-broth!-in short, the valetudinarian, reclining his food, we generally condemn him for the rest of his in his carriage, has scarcely entered the town, say what he will of himself, the inhabitants all seem to agree in life to solitary confinement in a sty. repeating-" Bene bene respondere, dignus est intrare nostro docto corpore !" There was something to my mind so very novel in bathing in broth, that I resolved to try the experiment, particularly as it was the only means I had of following the crowd. Accordingly, retiring to my room, in a minute or two I also, in my slippers and black dressinggown was to be seen, staff in hand, mournfully walking down the long passage, as slowly and as gravely as if I had been in such a profession all my life. An infirm elderly lady was just before me--some lighter-sounding footsteps were behind me-but without raising our eyes from the ground, we all moved on, just as if we had been corpses gliding or migrating from one church yard While his faculties are still his own, only observe how, with a bark or snort, he starts if you approach him, and mark what shrewd intelligence there is in his bright, twinkling little eye; but with pigs, as with mankind, idleness is the root of all evil. The poor animal, finding that he has absolutely nothing to do-having no enjoy ment-nothing to look forward to but the pail which feeds him, naturally most eagerly, or as we accuse him, most greedily, greets its arrival. Having no natural bu siness or diversion-nothing to occupy his brain-the whole powers of his system are directed to the digestion of a superabundance of food. To encourage this, nature assists him with sleep, which lulling his better faculties, leads his stomach to become the ruling power of his system-a tyrant that can bear no one's presence but his own. The poor pig, thus treated, gorges himThe door was now closed, and my dressing-gown self-sleeps-cats again-sleeps-wakens in a fright-being carefully hung upon a peg, (a situation I much screams-struggles against the blue apron--screams fainter and fainter-turns up the whites of his little eyes -and-dies! to another. envied it,) I proceeded, considerably against my inclination, to introduce myself to my new acquaintance, whose face, or surface, was certainly very revolting; It is probably from abhorring this picture, that I know for a white, thick, dirty, greasy scum, exactly resem of nothing which is more d stressing to me than to wit-bling what would be on broth, covered the top of the ness an indolent man eating his own home-fed pork. bath. But all this, they say is exactly as it should be; There is something so horribly similar between the and indeed, German bathers at Wiesbaden actually inlife of the human being and that of his victim-their sist on its appearance, as it proves, they argue, that the notions on all subjects are so unnaturally contracted-bath has not been used by any one else. In most places there is such a melancholy resemblance between the strutting residence in the village, and the stalking confinement in the sty-between the sound of the dinnerbell and the rattling of the pail-between snoring in an armchair and grunting in clean straw-that, when I contrast the "pig's countenance" in the dish with that of his lord and master, who, with outstretched elbows, sits leaning over it, I own I always feel it is so hard the one should have killed the other.-In short there is a sort of "Tu quoque, BRUTE!" moral in the picture, which to my mind is most painfully distressing. The author thus speaks in relation to the mineral water of Wiesbaden. in ordering a warm bath, it is necessary to wait till the water be heated, but at Wiesbaden, the springs are so exceedingly hot, that the baths are obliged to be filled over night, in order to be cool enough in the morning ; and the dirty scum I have mentioned is the required proof that the water has, during that time, been undisturbed. Resolving not to be bullied by the ugly face of my antagonist, I entered my bath, and in a few seconds I lay horizontally, calmly soaking, like my neighbors. Here is a characteristic crayoning: As soon as breakfast was over, I generally enjoyed the luxury of idling about the town: and, in passing the shop of a blacksmith, who lived opposite to the shod a vicious horse amused me. On the outside wall of the house two rings were firmly fixed, to one of ground; the hind foot, to be shod, stretched out to the which the head of the patient was lashed close to the utmost extent of the leg, was then secured to the other ring about five feet high, by a cord which passed through a cloven hitch, fixed to the root of the poor creature's tail. In describing the taste of the mineral water of Wies-Goldene Kette, the manner in which he tackled and baden, were I to say, that while drinking it, one hears in one's ears the cackling of hens, and that one sees feathers flying before one's eyes, I should certainly grossly exaggerate; but when I declare that it exactly resembles very hot chicken-broth, I only say what Dr Granville said, and what in fact everybody says, and must say, respecting it; and certainly I do wonder why, the common people should be at the inconvenience of making bad soup, when they can get much better from nature's great stock pot-the Koch-brunnen of Wiesbaden. At all periods of the year, summer or winter, the temperature of this broth remains the same, and when one reflects that it has been bubbling out of the ground, and boiling over in the same state, certainly from the time of the Romans, and probably from the time of the flood, it is really astonishing to think what a most wonderful apparatus there must exist below, what an inexhaustible stock of provisions to ensure such an everlasting supply of broth, always formed of exactly Mr. Fay wishes us to believe that the sale of a book the same degree, and always served up at exactly the is the proper test of its merit. To save time and trou same heat. than the head; indeed, it was so exalted, and pulled so The hind foot was consequently very much higher heavily at the tail, that the animal seemed to be quite anxious to keep his other feet on terra firma. With one hoof in the heavens, it did not suit him to kick; with his nose pointing to the infernal regions, he could not conveniently rear, and as the devil himself was apparently pulling at his tail, the horse at last gave up the point, and quietly submitted to be shod. One would think that some of the particles in theble we will believe it, and are prepared to acknowledge, recipe would be exhausted; in short, to speak meta- as a consequence of the theory, that the novel of Norphorically, that the chickens would at last be boiled to man Leslie is not at all comparable to the Memoirs of rags, or that the fire would go out for want of coals; | Davy Crockett, or the popular lyric of Jim Crow. SUPPLEMENT. At the solicitation of our correspondents, we again publish some few of the Notices of the Messenger, which have lately appeared in the papers of the day. The supplement now printed contains probably about one fifth of the flattering evidences of public favor which have reached us, from all quarters, within a few weeks. Those selected are a fair sample of the general character of the whole. From the Charlottesville Advocate. and sublime the mind of man in the studies in which the writer is so obviously a proficient. Are these the thoughts? are these the images and illustrations? is this the language, with which the study of the classics makes a man familiar? Then it is true, as the poet has said: "Ingenuas didicisse fideliter artes "Emollit mores, nec sinit esse feros." "Mutatis mutandis," we would award the same general praise to an Essay on Education, and to the addresses from Judge Tucker of the Court of Appeals, and Mr. Maxwell of Norfolk. As to the continuation of the Sketches of African History, it is enough to say that it is a continuation worthy of what has gone before. The Southern Literary Messenger.-We have been favored by Mr. White, the proprietor, with the March that style which will teach writers to value the praise The reviews are, as usual, piquant and lively, and in No. of this periodical. The delay in the publication and dread the censures of the critic. Among the artihas been occasioned by the desire of Mr. White to in- cles reviewed, we are pleased at the appearance of Dr. sert Prof. Dew's Address. However desirable a regu-Hawk's historical work. We are delighted, too, to find lar and punctual issue may be, we are disposed to ex-him, though not a Virginian, coming to the rescue of cuse the delay on the present occasion, for the reason assigned. As the Messenger has now passed through the difficulties attendant on new enterprises, is on a permanent footing, and has vindicated its claims to rank among the first of American Periodicals, we commenced the perusal of the present number, predetermined to censure whenever we could get the slightest pretext. We have read it calmly and with a "critic's eye," and though it is not faultless, for with two exceptions the poetry is below mediocrity, we have been so delighted with most of the articles, as not to have the heart to censure. We candidly regard it the best single number of any American periodical we have ever seen. Mr. Dew's Address and Mr. Stanton's Essay on Manual Labor Schools, are articles of enduring and inestimable worth. We subjoin the following notice of the contents from the Richmond Compiler, with which we in the main concur. From the Richmond Compiler. We have already announced the appearance of the Literary Messenger for March 1836. We always read the work with pleasure, and have frequently awarded to it the high praise it so well deserves. In the present instance, we are forcible struck with a sort of merit so rare in publications of the kind, that, to a certain class of readers, our praise may sound like censure. Virginia, from the misjudged or disingenuous praises of men who knew not how to appreciate the character of our ancestors. No. It is a new thing with Virginians to lean to the side of power. Those who have taught her that lesson, have found her an unapt scholar. The spirit of Virginia tends upwards, and we have all seen "With what compulsion, and laborious flight," ""Twere long to tell, and sad to trace From the Baltimore Patriot. The Southern Literary Messenger, for March, is just out late in the day, it is true, but not any the less acceptable on that account. We have just risen from a faithful perusal of its contents, which are of uncommon richness and value. Its merits are solid, not superficial: We hazard nothing in saying, that in the pages be- and therein it is more worthy of the support of the fore us, there is more substantial matter, more informa-lovers of literature, than any other literary Magazine tion, more food for the mind, and more provocative to published in our country. We mean what we say, disthought, than we have ever seen in any periodical of a dainful of the imputation of being thought capable of miscellaneous character. A chapter from Lionel Gran- a puff. It is a repository of works "to keep," and not by-a jeu d'esprit from Mr. Poe-some of the reviews of the trash which "perisheth in the using." Still it has and a page or two of description-together with a very variety. It combines the utile et dulce in a most attracfew metrical lines-make the sum total of light reading. tive and pleasing degree, and there is no lack of that We would not be understood to mean that the rest is "change" of which the poet says the "mind of desultory heavy. Far from it. But we want some word to dis-man" is "studious." tinguish that which ought to be read and studied, from that which may be read for amusement only. He who shall read the rest of the number, must be very careless or very dull, if he is not edified and instructed. We will add, that his taste must be bad, if he is not tempted Sketches of Tripoli, No. XI.-One may gather a very to receive the instruction here offered by the graces of good idea of the present condition of the Barbary style, the originality of thought, and the felicity of illus-States, from a perusal of these graphic papers. We tration, with which the gravest of these articles abounds. This remark applies in all its force to Professor Dew's Address, which all who cherish a well-balanced love, at once for the Sovereignty and the Union of these States, "The Classics" is the title of one of the most splendid will read with delight. Those who have yet to acquire articles we have ever perused in any shape. This one this sentiment, will read it with profit. If there be any paper would be cheaply purchased by the scholar, at the man who doubts the peculiar advantages, moral, intel-subscription fee for the volume. It is a defence of the lectual and pecuniary of a system of federative harmony, contradistinguished from consolidation on the one hand, and disunion on the other, let him read, and doubt no more. A subject of less vivid interest has been treated in a style at once amusing and instructive, by the author of the Essay on the Classics. No one can read that essay, without feeling that there must be something to refine We will give the readers of the Patriot a bird's eye view of the contents of the number we have just laid down, in illustration and corroboration of what we have said in relation to its merits. know no others extant so attractive and so satisfactory. They are written in a pure and refined style, and form a very valuable and interesting history. Classics and a classical education, against the modern innovations of the romantic school. The writer makes out his case most ably and convincingly,—showing himself to be well fitted for the task he assumed, by the devotedness with which he has worshipped at the pure shrine to which he would win his readers. We wish we were sure that we had said enough to draw a general attention to this admirable article. VOL. II. 44 A Loan to the Messenger, including Life, a Brief History, in three parts, with a sequel, by CUTTER, is not only "exceedingly neat," but surpassingly beautiful. It is a rare instance of the union of tender sentiment and epigrammatic point. For example A purpose, and a prayer; The stars are in the sky He wonders how e'en Hope should dare To let him aim so high! Still Hope allures and flatters The trembling tale is told! another South American sketch, describing a waterfall, of great beauty. We cannot say much in favor of the "Song of Lee's Legion," nor will we say much against it. We wish the poetry of the Messenger were of a higher order. At present it does not hold equality with the prose department, by any means. Lionel Granby" is written with much spirit, and the present (the eleventh) chapter is one of the best. We will review this whole story, at length, when completed. We think it equal to any of the novellettes which it has now become so fashionable to publish in this form: although that form, so full of interruptions as it is, prevents that enjoyment in perusal which would be derived from the possession of the work entire. "The Patriarch's Inheritance."-Rich language, fine conception, smooth versification. "T. H. S." improves. Americanisms: Captions.-We are too apt to bark before we are bitten; and there was no especial need that "H." should growl at BULWER, because he had made a very good terse word to express greedy, from the Latin avidus, merely by way of vindicating our people from old charges of a similar character. Readings with my Pencil, No. III, a most excellent article-full of poetical thoughts and, generally speaking, profound ones. We agree with J. F. O. cordially, in his opinion of Burns, in the case "Burns vs. Moore." Yet there are not many who will so agree with him. Reading No. 12, is more regardful of words than things. Dr. Johnson was right, we think, in saying that "the suspicion of Swift's irreligion proceeded, in a great measure, from his dread of hypocrisy," and J. F. O. is wrong in therefore concluding that "Swift, according to Johnson, was afraid of being thought a hypocrite and so actually became one." But of this J. F. O. was well aware-he could not think, however of sacrificing the antithesis. Let him examine the word hypocrisy and ascertain its popular meaning, for thereby hangs the tale. A man who feigns a character which he does not possess, is not necessarily a hypocrite. The popular acceptation of hypocrisy requires that being vicious, he shall feign virtue. This the very intelligent author of Readings with My Pencil will not fail to perceive at once. These read-theme. ings are far better than nine-tenths of the fudge of Lacon Address, by the Hon. HENRY ST. GEORGE TUCKER, -or the purer fudge of Rochefoucault. before the Virginia Historical and Philosophical Society Halley's Comet.-After Miss Draper's stanzas thus en--a most admirable paper. It was delivered upon the titled, the poet of “Prince Edward" should not have distinguished author's taking the seat vacated by the sent his to the Messenger. We cannot call this poetry late Chief Justice MARSHALL, as President of the above or philosophy,—it was not intended obviously as bur-named Society; and is, mostly, a beautiful eulogy lesque. Art thou the ship of heaven, laden with light, To feed the glowing suns, that might In ceaseless radiance but for thee be spent? Epimanes. This is one of Poe's queerities. He takes the reader back in supposition to the city of Antioch, in the year of the world 3830, and in that peculiar style, which after all must be called Poe-tical, because it is just that and nothing else, he feigns the enactment of a real scene of the times before your eyes. The actors "come like shadows, so depart,"-but yet assume a most vivid reality while they stay. We hope this powerful pen will be again similarly employed. "To Helen" is a pretty little gem, and from the same mine. It shall glisten in the Patriot ere long. Stanzas To Randolph of Roanoke, written soon after his death. We cannot say that Hesperus has done enough in this effusion to induce us to alter our verdict upon the poetry of the Messenger. As the stanzas appear to be a matter of feeling with the author, we will not enter into a discussion of the sentiments they contain. We would advise him to try another kind of upon his illustrious predecessor. It is just such a production as our knowledge of the author would have led us to anticipate from him-alike creditable to his head, stored with the lore of ages, and to his heart, full of the kindest and most benevolent feelings. Mr. MAXWELL'S Speech, before the Virginia Historical and Philosophical Society, at its late annual meeting, another eloquent eulogy upon the lamented MARSHALL. Virginia seems to be taking the most serene delight in wreathing garlands around his tomb, and this is one of the most verdant, and promises to be one of the most enduring. It is short, but breathes eloquently forth a spirit which will impress it upon the minds and memories of hearers and readers. It is a high compliment to the MESSENGER, and a pregnant proof of the estimation into which that journal has worthily grown that it is made the medium of conveying such productions to posterity. In the Poetry of Burns, by JAMES F. OTIS, we see much of the fine lyrical feeling which distinguishes the "Readings with My Pencil." The subject, to be sure, But the most valuable paper in the number is an Adis au peu passe-but we can hardly have too much of dress on the influence of the Federative Republican BURNS. Mr. Oris seems fully to understand and ap-System of Government upon Literature, and the Depreciate him. 66 Change" pretty verses, but not poetry. The four last lines should always be at least as good as the rest. One judges of the flavor of a fruit by the taste it leaves in the mouth. Apply this hint to these verses. The next paper is an Address delivered before the Literary Institute at Hampden Sidney College by Mr. STANTON, upon the importance of "Manual Labor Schools," as connected with literary institutions. It is an admirable production; and one of that class of papers which go to make the " Messenger" what we have already designated it, the only Literary Magazine now set up in this country deserving the name. velopment of Character, by Professor Dew. We have never perused a more able literary essay than this address. The author traverses the whole field of literature, and draws from the stores of antiquity lessons for the improvement of his own countrymen in literature, art, and politics. We commend it to the perusal of every American. Then follow "Critical Notices." These are written by PoE. They are few and clever. The sledge-hammer and scimetar are laid aside, and not one poor devil of an author is touched, except one "Mahmoud," who is let off with a box on the ear for plagiarism. The reveiw of "Georgia Scenes" has determined us to buy the book. The extracts are irresistible. An interesting description of a Natural Bridge in South America, that the writer thinks more sublime The merit of this number consists in its solidity. The than that in Virginia (which we can hardly credit) same amount of reading, of a similar character, can cersome dozen lines about Washington, good only for fill-tainly no where and in no other form be furnished the ing in the spare nook they occupy, and an epigram reader on the same terms. It is our duty no less than without point, next follow, and these are succeeded by our interest to sustain the Messenger.' From the Norfolk Herald. On the Poetry of Burns. By James F. Otis--a good essay on a threadbare subject--one, too, but very lately handled in the Messenger by Larry Lyle. Change-has some fine thoughts, for example, -My little playmate crew Till Change itself shall cease to be, Remain where Change hath been. Manual Labor Schools--By the Rev. E. F. Stanton is an essay which, while we disagree with it in some of its results, will serve to convince any one of the absolute importance of exercise to men of sedentary habits or occupations. Southern Literary Messenger.-No. 4, Vol. 2, of this Journal is just issued, and contains 16 pages of matter over and above its usual quantity-that is, it contains 80 closely printed pages in place of 64, its promised amount. A very slight inspection will convince any one at all conversant in these matters that the present number of the Messenger embraces as much reading matter (if not considerably more) than four ordinary volumes, such for example, as the volumes of Paul Ulric or Norman Leslie. Of the value of the matter, or rather of its value in comparison with such ephemera as these just mentioned, it is of course unnecessary to say much. Popular opinion has placed the Messenger in a very enviable position as regards the Literature of the South. We have no hesitation in saying that it has elevated it immeasurably. To use the words of a Northern contemporary "it has done more within the last six months to refine the literary standard in this country than has Lines on the Statue of Washington in the Capitol, al been accomplished before in the space of ten years." The number before us commences with No.XI. (con-ble, and embody many eloquent sentiments. We rethough a little rugged in conclusion, are terse and forei tinued) of the Tripolitan Sketches. We can add nothing to the public voice in favor of this series of papers. They are excellent and the one for this month is equal to any in point of interest. The Classics is a most admirable paper-indeed one of the most forcible, and strange to say, one of the most original defences of Ancient Literature we have ever perused. We do not, however, altogether like the sneers at Bulwer in the beginning of the article. They should have been omitted, for they are not only unjust, but they make against the opinions advanced. Bulwer is not only a ripe scholar, but an advocate of classical acquire ment. A Loan to the Messenger, is beautiful-very beautiful -witness the following Sonnets and serenades, Sighs, glances, tears, and vows, Gifts, tokens, souvenirs, parades, And courtesies and bows. A purpose, and a prayer: The stars are in the sky- He wonders how e'en hope should dare Still Hope allures and flatters, Readings with My Pencil, No. 2. is a fine article in the manner of Colton. A true sentiment well expressed is contained in the concluding words: "I am one of those who are best when most afflicted. While the weight hangs heavily, I keep time and measure, like a clock; but remove it, and all the springs and wheels move irregularly, and I am but a mere useless thing." Halley's Comet—so, so. Epimanes. By Edgar A. Poe-an historical tale in which, by imaginary incidents, the character of Antiochus Epiphanes is vividly depicted. It differs essentially from all the other tales of Mr. Poe. Indeed no two of his articles bear more than a family resemblance to one another. They all differ widely in matter, and still more widely in manner. Epimanes will convince all who read it that Mr. P. is capable of even higher and better things. To Helen-by the same author-a sonnet full of quiet grace--we quote it in full. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore On desperate seas long wont to roam, How statue-like I see thee stand: Song of Lee's Legion--very spirited verses. Natural Bridge of Pandi, and Fall of Tequendama are both acceptable articles. cognize one of our most distinguished men--a fellowThe Epigram below them is not worth much. townsman too--in the nerve and vigor of these verses. The Patriarch's Inheritance--majestic and powerful. Americanisms--a very good article, and very true. points and the versification is good--but we do not like To Randolph of Roanoke. These lines have some fine them upon the whole. before the Virginia Historical and Philosophical society, Judge Tucker's Address, and Mr. Maxwell's Speech we read with much interest. Things of this nature are apt to be common place unless the speakers are men of more than ordinary tact. There is no deficiency, however, in the present instance. Mr. Maxwell's speech, especially, is exceedingly well adapted to produce effect in delivery-more particularly in such delivery as Mr. Maxwell's. The Address of Professor Dew is, beyond doubt, an article of great ability, and must excite strong attention, wherever it is read. It occupies full 20 pages-which, perhaps, could not have been better occupied. He has fully proved that a Republic such as ours, is the fairest field in the world for the growth and florescence of Literature. The Critical Notices maintain their lofty reputation-but as they will assuredly be read by all parties, and as we have already exceeded our limits, we forbear to enter into detail. The Messenger is no longer a query, it has earned a proud name. It demands encouragement and will have it. From the Cincinnatti Mirror. The Southern Literary Messenger for February, is before us. It is made up, as usual, of a very interesting miscellany of original articles. This magazine is rapidly winning a high estimate for the literature of the South. Its pages contain as good articles as any other Monthly in the country. Its correspondents are numerous and able, and its editor wields the gray goose quill like one who knows what he is about, and who has a right to. Commend us to the literary notices of this Magazine for genius, spice and spirit. Those which are commendatory, are supported by the real merit of the books themselves; but woe seize on the luckless wights who feel the savage skill with which the editor uses his tomahawk and scalping knife. The fact is, the Messenger is not given to the mincing of matter-what it has to say is said fearlessly. From the Boston Galaxy. Smarting under Criticism.-Fay can't bear criticism. The Southern Literary Messenger cut him up sharply -and Fay has retorted-evincing that the sting rankles. A pity. From the Natchez Christian Herald. ordinary ideas in so novel, and sometimes in so fantasThe Southern Literary Messenger.-This elegantlytic a light, as to give them all the appearance, and much printed Magazine is issued monthly from the classic of the value of originality. Miss Gould will, of course, press of T. W. White, Esq. Richmond, Va., and has, be the favorite with the multitude-Mrs. Sigourney during the year elapsed since its commencement, won a with the few.' commanding share of public approbation and attention. American prose writers and novelists are led under It is truly a high-minded and liberal specimen of south-this keen critic's knife, as sheep to the slaughter. In ern literature, on which is deeply engraved the impres-the name of literature we thank Mr. White for his criti'sions of Southern character and feeling. We admire cisms, that must purify the literary, as lightning does the periodical more on that account. It has a glow of the natural atmosphere. enthusiasm, offering to the public, if not the very best, yet the best productions it can command, with a sort of chivalrous hospitality which cannot but remind one of the gentlemanly southron at his fireside. Among the contributions of original articles for this magazine we cannot but notice the able historical papers entitled "Sketches of the history and present condition of Tripoli, with some account of the other Barbary states." These finely written papers have appeared in ten consecutive numbers of the Literary Messenger, and, together with "Extracts from my Mexican Journal," and "Extracts from an unpublished abridgement of the History of Virginia," furnish a valuable mass of the most useful information. The poetic writers for the Messenger, as a whole, are not the favorites of the Muses, and will no doubt be summoned to give an account of the cruel manner in which they have distorted the pure English in giving utterance to the spasmodic emotions of the fytte which they may have imagined was upon them like an inspiration. The Southern Literary Messenger is published on the first day of every month, containing 64 pages in each number, printed on good paper with a beautiful type. The terms are only five dollars a year, to be paid in advance. From the Raleigh Star. Southern Literary Messenger.-"We have received the first number of the 2d volume of this valuable periodical. This work has justly acquired a reputation superior to that of any similar publication in the country, on account both of its elegant typographical execution, and the rich, valuable, and highly entertaining matter (mostly original) it contains. In the neatness and beauty of its typographical appearance, the number before us surpasses any of its predecessors; and its contents fully sustain its high literary character. We have no room at present for a particular notice of the articles. We hope that every Southron, who feels an interest in that sort of internal improvement in the South, which respects the mind, will patronize this work." From the Columbia (Geo.) Times. There is one department which we admire--the editorial criticisms. Racy, pungent, and reasonable, the editor writes as one disposed to test the true elements of authorship, and to weigh pretentions with achievements Southern Literary Messenger.--We have received, some in the opposite scale. He has gently, yet with almost time since, and wished to have given an earlier notice too daring a hand, taken apart the poetical attire of two to, this really excellent journal; at whose copiousness, or three ladies, whose writings have long been ranked variety and goodness of matter, we were surprized. In among the better specimens of American poetry. He literary execution, we think it fully equal to any Jouralmost dares to hint that Mrs. Sigourney has, by force-nal of its class, in all the North; and in quantity of ing her short scraps of poetry into half the newspapers in the land, gained a wider fame than many a better poet who may have spent a life in maturing and polishing one poem which appears to the world, as poems should, in a dignified volume. He also makes the same charge of the "frequency of her appeals to the attention of the public" against Miss Gould, and institutes the following comparison between the productions of the two authors: The faults which we have already pointed out, and some others which we will point out hereafter, are but dust in the balance, when weighed against her (Mrs. Sigourney's) very many and distinguished excellences. Among those high qualities which give her beyond doubt, a title to the sacred name of poet, are an acute sensibility to natural loveliness--a quick and We had intended to give some extracts from the Mesperfectly just conception of the moral and physical sub- senger: but the claims of more pressing matters comlime-a calm and unostentatious vigor of thought-apel us to postpone them. It is published in Richmond mingled delicacy and strength of expression-and above (Va.) by Thomas W. White, contains 64 large pages, all, a mind nobly and exquisitely attuned to all the gen-in double columns, with small type; and is published tle charities and lofty pieties of life. monthly, at $5 per annum. matter, it far exceeds, we believe, any of them. It is also on a full equality with them, as to its typography. We are struck, in the Messenger, with this good point: the extent of literary intelligence which it affords, by an unusual number of critical notices of new publications, is exceedingly well judged. Its criticisms, too, are in a sounder and more discriminating taste, than that which infects the Magazines of the North, turning them all into the mere vehicles of puffery for each man's little set of associates in scribbling-and partners in literary iniquity. The Messenger has also this feature, almost indispensable for a successful Magazine, its Editorial articles are decidedly the best that it contains. They seem to be almost uniformly good. Form the National Gazette. 'We have already pointed out the prevailing characteristics of Mrs. Sigourney. In Miss Gould, we recognize, first, a disposition, like that of Wordsworth, to The number of the Southern Literary Messenger for seek beauty where it is not usually sought-in the home-March, has just made its appearance, having been deliness (if we may be permitted the word,) and in the layed in order to insert an excellent address delivered most familiar realities of existence--secondly abandon by Professor Dew, of William and Mary College, upon of manner--thirdly a phraseology sparkling with anti-the influence of the federative republican system of gothesis, yet, strange to say, perfectly simple and unaf-vernment upon literature and the developement of chafected. racter. There are various articles which may be read Without Mrs. Sigourney's high reach of thought, with equal pleasure and profit. A short one upon Miss Gould surpasses her rival in the mere vehicle of "Americanisms" alludes to the word avid, employed by thought--expression. "Words, words, words," are the Bulwer in his last production, the hero of which is said true secret of her strength. Words are her kingdom--to have been avid of personal power: and, the writer and in the realm of language she rules with equal despotism and nonchalance. Yet we do not mean to deny her abilities of a higher order than any which a mere logomachy can imply. Her powers of imagination' are great, and she has a faculty of inestimable worth, when considered in relation to effect--the faculty of holding thinks it is the coinage of the novelist, as he says he can find no authority for it even in the latest dictionaries, nor in any author of repute. It does not, however, proceed from Mr. Bulwer's mint. As far as we are aware, Sir Egerton Brydges-who though not a first rate, is no mean member of the scribbling confraternity-is the |