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if our little craft, cymbula sutilis, shall seem to leave port with a clipping breeze, and to carry, in nautical phrase, a bone in her mouth. Nevertheless, I have chosen, as being more equitable, to prepare some also sufficiently objurgatory, that readers of every taste may find a dish to their palate. I have modelled them upon actually existing specimens, preserved in my own cabinet of natural curiosities. One, in particular, I had copied with tolerable exactness from a notice of one of my own discourses, which, from its superior tone and appearance of vast experience, I concluded to have been written by a man at least three hundred years of age, though I recollected no existing instance of such antediluvian longevity. Nevertheless, I afterwards discovered the author to be a young gentleman preparing for the ministry under the direction of one of my brethren in a neighboring town, and whom I had once instinctively corrected in a Latin quantity. But this I have been forced to omit, from its too great length. – H. W.]

From the Oldfogrumville Mentor. We have not had time to do more than glanco through this handsomely printed volume,

but the name of its respectable editor, the Rev. Mr. Wilbur, of Jaalam, will afford a sufficient guaranty for the worth of its contents. The paper is white, the type clear, and the volume of a convenient and attractive size. . In reading this elegantly executed work, it has seemed to us that a passage or two might have been retrenched with advantage, and that the general style of diction was susceptible of a higher polish. ... On the whole, we may safely leave the ungrateful task of criticism to the reader. We will barely suggest, that in volumes intended, as this is, for the illustration of a provincial dialect and turns of expression, a dash of humor or satire might be thrown in with advantage. . . . The work is admirably got up. ... This work will form an appropriate ornament to the centre-table. It is beautifully printed, on paper of an excellent quality.

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From the Universal Littery Universe. Full of passages which rivet the attention of the reader. Under a rustic garb, sentiments are conveyed which should be committed to the memory and engraven on the heart of every moral and social being.. We consider this a unique performance. We hope to see it soon introduced into our common schools... Mr. Wilbur has performed his duties as editor with excellent taste and judgment. . . This is a vein which we hope to see successfully prosecuted. . . . We hail the appearance of this work as a long stride toward the formation of a purely aboriginal,

indigenous, native, and American literature. We rejoice to meet with an author national enough to break away from the slavish deference, too common among us, to English grammar and orthography. Where all is so good, we are at a loss how to make extracts.

On the whole, we may call it a volume which no library, pretending to entire completeness, should fail to place upon its shelves.

From the Dekay Bulwark. We should be wanting in our duty as the conductor of that tremendous engine, a public press, as an American, and as a man, did we allow such an opportunity as is presented to us by “The Biglow Papers to pass by without entering our earnest protest against such attempts (now, alas! too common) at demoralizing the public sentiment. Under a wretched mask of stupid drollery, slavery, war, the social glass, and, in short, all the valuable and timehonored institutions justly dear to our common humanity and especially to republicans, are made the butt of coarse and senseless ribaldry by this low-minded scribbler. It is time that the respectable and religious portion of our community should be aroused to the alarming inroads of foreign Jacobinism, sansculottism, and infidelity. It is a fearful proof of the wide-spread nature of this contagion, that these secret stabs at religion and virtue are given from under the cloak (credite, posteri !) of a clergyman. It is a mournful spectacle indeed to the patriot and Christian to see liberality and new ideas (falsely so called, they are as old as Eden) invading the sacred precincts of the pulpit. . . On the whole, we consider this volume as one of the first shocking results which we predicted would spring out of the late French Revolution” (!).

From the Higginbottomopolis Snapping-turtle.

A collection of the merest balderdash and doggerel that it was ever our bad fortune to lay eyes on. The author is a vulgar buffoon, and the editor a talkative, tedions old fool. We nse strong language, but should any of our readers peruse the book, (from which calamity Heaven preserve them !) they will find reasons for it thick as the leaves of Vallumbrozer, or, to use a still more expressive comparison, as the combined heads of author and editor. The work is wretchedly got up.

We shonld like to know how much British gold was pocketed by this libeller of our country and her parest patriots.

From the Bungtown Copper and Comprehensive

Tocsin (a tryweakly family journal). Altogether an admirable work.... Full of humor, boisterous, but delicate, -- of wit withering and scorching, yet combined with a pathos cool as morning dew, - of satire ponderous as the mace of Richard, yet keen as the scymitar of Saladin. ... A work full of" mountain-mirth," mischievous as Puck, and lightsome as Ariel.

We know not whether to admire most the genial, fresh, and discursive concinnity of the

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author, or his playful fancy, weird imagination, that is in him. Bravely he grapples with the and compass of style, at once both objective and life-problem as it presents itself to him, unsubjootive. ... We might indulge in some crit- combed, shaggy, careless of the nicer proprieicisms, but, were the author other than he is, ties," inexpert of "elegant diction,'' yet with he would be a different being. As it is, he has voice andible enough to whoso hath ears, up a wonderful pose, which flits from flower to there on the gravelly side-hills, or down on the flower, and bears the reader irresistibly along splashy, indiarubber-like salt-marshes of native on its eagle pinions (like Ganymede) to the Jaalam. To this soul also the Necessity of Creat“highest heaven of invention.' We love a ing somewhat has unveiled its awful front. If book so purely objective. Many of his pic- not Edipuses and Electras and Alcestises, then tures of natural scenery have an extraordinary in God's name Birdofredum Sawins! These also subjective clearness and fidelity. ... In fine, we shall get born into the world, and filch (if so consider this as one of the most extraordinary need) a Zingali subsistence therein, these lank, volumes of this or any age. We know of no omnivorous Yankees of his. He shall paint the English author who could have written it. It Seen, since the Unseen will not sit to him. Yet is a work to which the proud genius of our in him also are Nibelungen-lays, and Iliads, and country, standing with one foot on the Aroos- Ulysses-wanderings, and Divine Comedies, -- if took and the other on the Rio Grande, and only once he could come at them! Therein lies holding up the star-spangled banner amid the much, nay all; for what truly is this which we wreck of matter and the crush of worlds, may name All, but that which we do not possess ? ... point with bewildering scorn of the punier Glimpses also are given us of an old father Ezeefforts of enslaved Europe. . We hope soon kiel, not without paternal pride, as is the wont to encounter our author among those higher of such. A brown, parchment-hided old man of walks of literature in which he is evidently ca- the geoponic or bucolic species, gray-eyed, we pable of achieving enduring fame. Already we fancy, queued perhaps, with much weathershould be inclined to assign him a high position cunning

and plentiful September-gale memories, in the bright galaxy of our American bards. bidding fair in good time to become the Oldest

Inhabitant. After such hasty apparition, he vanishes and is seen no more. .

Of Rev. From the Saltriver Pilot and Flag of Freedom.

Homer Wilhar, A. M., Pastor of the First

Church in Jaalam,” we have small care to A volume in bad grammar and worse taste. speak here. Spare touch in him of his Melesi

While the pieces here collected were con- genes namesake, save, haply, the - blindness! fined to their appropriate sphere in the corners A tolerably caliginose, nephelegeretous elderly of obscure newspapers, we considered them gentleman, with infinite faculty of sermonizing, wholly beneath contempt, but, as the author muscularized by long practice and excellent dihas chosen to come forward in this public man- gestive apparatus, and, for the rest, well-meanner, he must expect the lash he so richly merits. ing enough, and with small private illumina

.. Contemptible slanders. . . . Vilest Billings- tions (somewhat tallowy, it is to be feared) of gate. . . . Has raked all the gutters of our

his own.

To him, there, “ Pastor of the First language. The most pure, upright, and Church in Jaalam," our Hosea presents himself consistent politicians not safe from his malignant as a quite inexplicable Sphinx-riddle. A rich venom, General Cushing comes in for a poverty of Latin and Greek, - so far is clear share of his vile calumnies. . . The Reverend

enough, even to eyes peering myopic through Homer Wilbur is a disgrace to his cloth.

horn-lensed editorial spectacles, but naught farther? O purblind, well-meaning, altogether

fuscous Melesigenes-Wilbur, there are things in From the World-Harmonic-Æolian-Attachment.

him incommunicable by stroke of birch ! Did

it ever enter that old bewildered head of thine Speech is silver: silence is golden. No utter- that there was the possibility of the Infinite in ance more Orphic than this. While, therefore, him? To thee, quite wingless (and even featheras highest author, we reverence him whose less) biped, has not so much even as a dream of works continue heroically unwritten, we have wings ever come ? “ Talented young parishalso our hopeful word for those who with pen ioner"? Among the Arts whereof thou art Ma(from wing of goose loud-cackling, or seraph gister, does that of seeing happen to be one ? God-commissioned) record the thing that is re- Unhappy Artium Magister! Somehow a Ne vealed. ... Under mask of quaintest irony, we mean lion, fulvons, torrid-eyed, dry-nursed in detect here the deep, storm-tost (nigh ship- broad-howling sand-wildernesses of a sufficiently wracked) soul, thunder-scarred, semi-articulate, rare spirit-Libya (it may be supposed) has got but ever climbing hopefully toward the peaceful whelped among the sheep. Already he stands summits of an Infinite Sorrow. Yes, thou wild-glaring, with feet clutching the ground as poor, forlorn Hosea, with Hebrew fire-flaming with oak-roots, gathering for a Remus-spring sonl in thee, for thee also this life of ours has over the walls of thy little fold. In Heaven's not been without its aspects of heavenliest pity name, go not near him with that Aybite crook and laughingest mirth. Conceivable enough! of thine! In good time, thon painful preacher, Through coarse Thersites-cloak, we have reve- thon wilt go to the appointed place of departed lation of the heart, wild-glowing, world-clasping, Artillery-Election Sermcns, Right-Hands of

Fellowship, and Results Councils, gathered to thy spiritual fathers with much Latin of the Epitaphial sort; thou, too, shalt have thy reward; but on him the Eumenides have looked, not Xantippes of the pit, snake-tressed, fingerthreatening, but radiantly calm as on antique gems; for him paws impatient the winged courser of the gods, champing unwelcome bit; him the starry deeps, the empyrean glooms, and far-flashing splendors await.

From the Onion Grove Phænir. A talented young townsman of ours, recently returned from a Continental tour, and who is already favorably known to our readers by his sprightly letters from abroad which have graced our columns, called at our office yesterday. We learn from him, that, having enjoyed the distinguished privilege, while in Germany, of an introduction to the celebrated Von Humbug, he took the opportunity to present that eminent man with a copy of the “Biglow Papers." The next morning he received the following note, which he has kindly furnished us for publication. We prefer to print it verbatim, knowing that our readers will readily forgive the few errors into which the illustrious writer has fallen, through ignorance of our language. “High-WORTHY MISTER !

“I shall also now especially happy starve, because I have more or less a work one those aboriginal Red-Men seen in which have I so deaf an interest ever taken full-worthy on the self shelf with our Gottsched to be upset.

“Pardon my in the English-speech un-practice!

VON HUMBUG." He also sent with the above note a copy of his famous work on “Cosmetics,” to be presented to Mr. Biglow; but this was taken from our friend by the English custom-house officers, probably through a petty national spite. No doubt, it has by this time found its way into the British Museum. We trust this outrage will be exposed in all our American papers. We shall do our best to bring it to the notice of the State Department. Our numerous readers will share in the pleasure we experience at seeing our young and vigorous national literature thus encouragingly patted on the head by this venerable and world-renowned German. We love to see these reciprocations of good-feeling between the different branches of the great Anglo-Saxon

presence of talents which, if properly directed, might give an innocent pleasure to many. As a proof that he is competent to the production of other kinds of poetry, we copy for our readers a short fragment of a pastoral by him, the manuscript of which was loaned us by a friend. The title of it is “ The Courtin'."

ZEKĻE crep' up, quite unbeknown,

An' peeked in thru the winder,
An' there sot Huldy all alone,

'ith no one nigh to hender,
Agin' the chimbly crooknecks hung,

An' in amongst 'em rusted
The ole queen's-arm thet gran’ther Young

Fetched back frum Concord busted.
The wannut logs shot sparkles out

Towards the pootiest, bless her!
An' leetle fires danced all about

The chiny on the dresser,
The very room, coz she wuz in,

Looked warm frum floor to ceilin',
An' she looked full ez rosy agin

Ez th' apples she wuz peelin'.
She heerd a foot an' knowed it, tu,

Araspin' on the scraper,
All ways to once her feelins flew

Like sparks in burnt-up paper.
He kin' o' l'itered on the mat,

Some doubtfile o' the seekle;
His heart kep' goin' pitypat,

But hern went pity Zekle.
An' yet she gin her cheer a jerk

Ez though she wished him furder,
An' on her apples kep' to work

Ez ef a wager spurred her.
“You want to see my Pa, I spose ?".

Wall, no; I come designin' "To see my Ma ? She's sprinklin' clo'es

Agin to-morrow's i'nin'."
He stood a spell on one foot fust,

Then stood a spell on tother,
An' on which one he felt the wust

He could n't ha' told ye, nuther.
Sez he, “I'd better call agin;

Sez she, “Think likely, Mister ;'
The last word pricked him like a pin,

An' — wal, he up and kist her.
When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips,

Huldy sot pale ez ashes,
All kind o'smily round the lips

An'teary round the lashes.
Her blood riz quick, though, like the tide

Down to the Bay o' Fundy,
An' all I know is they wuz cried

In meetin', come nex Sunday.

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[The following genuine “notice” having met my eye, I gladly insert a portion of it here, the more especially as it contains one of Mr. Biglow's poems not elsewhere printed.-H. W.]

From the Jaalam Independent Blunderbuss.

... But, while we lament to see our young townsman thus mingling in the heated contests of party politics, we think we detect in him the

Satis multis sese emptores futuros libri professis, Georgius Nichols, Cantabrigiensis, opus emittet de parte gravi sed adhuc neglecta historiæ naturalis, cum titulo sequente, videlicet:

Conatus ad Delineationem naturalem nonnihil perfectiorem Scarabæi Bombilatoris, vulgo dicti HUMBUG, ab HOMERO WILBUR, Artium Magistro, Societatis historico-naturalis Jaalamensis Præside (Secretario, Socioque (eheu !) singulo), multarumque aliarum Societatum eruditarum (sive ineruditarum) tam domesticarum quam transmarinarum Socio - forsitan futuro.

PROEMIUM

omne

LECTORI BENEVOLO S.

Toga scholastica nondum deposita, quum systemata varia entomologica, a viris ejus scientiæ-cultoribus studiosissimis summa diligentia ædificata, penitus indagâssem, non fuit quin luctuose omnibus in iis, quamvis aliter laude dignissimis, hiatum magni momenti perciperem. Tunc, nescio quo motu superiore impulsus, aut qua captus dulcedine operis, ad eum implendum (Curtius alter) me solemniter devovi. Nec ab isto labore, Saluovíws imposito, abstinui antequam tractatulum sufficienter inconcinnum lingua vernacula perfeceram. Inde, juveniliter tumefactus, et barathro ineptiæ Tôv BIBALOtWv (necnon “Publici Legentis") nusquam explorato, me composuisse quod quasi placentas præfervidas (ut sic dicam) homines ingurgitarent credidi. Sed, quum huic et alio bibliopolæ MSS, mea submisissem et nihil solidius responsione valde negativa in Musæum meum retulissem, horror ingens atque misericordia, ob crassitudinem Lambertianam in cerebris homunculorum istius muneris cælesti quadam ira infixam, me invasere. Extemplo mei solius impensis librum edere decrevi, nihil omnino dubitans quin “Mundus Scientificus” (ut aiunt) crumenam meam ampliter repleret. Nullam, attamen, ex agro illo meo parvulo segetem demessui præter gaudium vacuum bene de Republica merendi. Iste panis meus pretiosus super aquas literarias fæculentas præfidenter jactus, quasi Harpyiarum quarundam (scilicet bibliopolarum istorum facinorosorum supradictorum) tactu rancidus, intra perpaucos dies mihi domum rediit. Et, quum ipse tali victu ali non tolerarem, primum in mentem venit pistori (typographo nempe) nihilominus solvendum esse. Animum non idcirco demisi, imo æque ac pueri naviculas suas penes se lino retinent (eo ut e recto cursu delapsas ad ripam retrahant), sic ego Argô meam chartaceam fluctibus laborantem a quæsitu velleris aurei, ipse potius tonsus pelleque exutus, mente solida revocavi. Metaphoram ut mutem, boomaran

gam meam a scopo aberrantem retraxi, dum
majore vi, occasione ministrante, adversus For-
tunam intorquerem. Ast mihi, talia volventi,
et, sicut Saturnus ille taidoBópos, liberos in-
tellectûs mei depascere fidenti, casus miseran-
dus, nec antea inauditus, supervenit. Nam, ut
ferunt Scythas pietatis causa et parsimoniæ,
parentes suos mortuos devorâsse, sic filius hic
meus primogenitus, Scythis ipsis minus man-
suetus, patrem vivum totum et calcitrantem ex-
sorbere enixus est. Nec tamen hac de causa
sobolem meam esurientem exheredavi. Sed
famem istam pro valido testimonio virilitatis
roborisque potius habui, cibumque ad eam sa-
tiandam, salva paterna mea carne, petii. Et
quia bilem illam scaturientem ad æs etiam con-
coquendum idoneam esse estimabam, unde æs
alienum, ut minoris pretii, haberem, circum-
spexi. Rebus ita se habentibus, ab avunculo
meo Johanne Doolittle, Armigero, impetravi ut
pecunias necessarias suppeditaret, ne opus esset
mihi universitatem relinquendi antequam ad
gradum primum in artibus pervenissem. Tunc
ego, salvum facere patronum meum munificum
maxime capiens, omnes libros primæ editionis
operis mei non venditos una cum privilegio in

ævum ejusdem imprimendi et edendi avunculo meo dicto pigneravi. Ex illo die, atro lapide notando, curæ vociferantes familia singulis annis crescentis eo usque insultabant ut nunquam tam carum pignus e vinculis istis aheneis solvere possem.

Avunculo vero nuper mortuo, quum inter alios consanguineos testamenti ejus lectionem audiendi causa advenissem, erectis auribus verba talia sequentia accepi : Quoniam persuasum habeo meum dilectum nepotem Homerum, longa et intima rerum angustarum domi experientia, aptissimum esse qui divitias tueatur, beneficenterque ac prudenter iis divinis creditis utatur, ergo, motus hisce cogitationibus, exque amore meo in illum magno, do, legoque nepoti caro meo supranominato omnes singularesque istas possessiones nec ponderabiles nec computabiles meas quæ sequuntur, scilicet: quingentos libros quos mihi pigneravit dictus Homerus, anno lucis 1792, cum privilegio edendi et repetendi opus istud 'scientificum' (quod dicunt) suum, si sic elegerit. Tamen D. O. M. precor oculos Homeri nepotis mei ita aperiat eumque moveat, ut libros istos in bibliotheca unius e plurimis castellis suis Hispaniensibus tuto abscondat."

His verbis (vix credibilibus, auditis, cor meum in pectore exsultavit. Deinde, quoniam tractatus Anglice scriptus spem auctoris fefellerat, quippe quum studium Historiæ Naturalis in Republica nostra inter factionis strepitum languescat, Latine versum edere statui, et eo potius quia nescio quomodo disciplina academica et duo diplomata proficiant, nisi quod

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peritos linguarum omnino mortuarum (et damnandarum, ut dicebat iste ravoúpyos Guilielmus Cobbett) nos faciant.

Et mihi adhuc superstes est tota illa editio prima, quam quasi crepitaculum per quod dentes caninos dentibam retineo.

THE
Biglow Papers,

EDITED,
WITH AN INTRODUCTION, NOTES,

GLOSSARY, AND COPIOUS INDEX,

OPERIS SPECIMEN

BY

HOMER WILBUR, A. M.,
PASTOR OF THE FIRST CHURCH IN JAALAM, AND (PRO-
SPECTIVE) MEMBER OF MANY LITERARY, LEARNED,

AND SCIENTIFIC SOCIETIES,

(for which see page 173). Tho ploughman's whistle, or the trivial Auto, Finds more respect than great Apollo's lute.

Quarles's Emblems, B. ii. E. &. Margaritas, munde porcine, calcasti : en, siliquas accipe.

Jac. Car. Fil. ad Pub. Leg. $ 1.

NOTE TO TITLE-PAGE

(Ad exemplum Johannis Physiophili speciminis

Monachologiæ.) 12. S. B. Militaris, WILBUR. Carnifex, JA

BLONSK. Profanus, DESFONT. [Male hancce speciem Cyclopem Fabricius vocat, ut qui singulo oculo ad quod sui interest distinguitur. Melius vero Isaacus Outis nullum inter S. milit. S. que Belzebul (Fabric. 152) discrimen esse defendit.]

Habitat civitat. Americ. austral.

Aureis lineis splendidus; plerumque tamen sordidus, utpote lanienas valde frequentans, fætore sanguinis allectus. Amat quoque insuper septa apricari, neque inde, nisi maxima conatione detruditur. Candidatus ergo populariter vocatus. Caput cristam quasi pennarum ostendit. Pro cibo vaccam publicam callide mulget; abdomen enorme; facultas suctus haud facile estimanda. Otiosus, fatuus; ferox nihilominus, semperque dimicare paratus. Tortuose repit.

Capite speæ maxima cum cura dissecto, ne illud rudimentum etiam cerebri commune omnibus prope insectis detegere poteram.

Unam de hoc S. milit. rem singularem notavi; nam S. Guineens. (Fabric. 143) servos facit, et idcirco a multis summa in reverentia habitus, quasi scintillas rationis pæne humanæ demonstrans.

It will not have escaped the attentive eye, that I have, on the title-page, omitted those honorary appendages to the editorial name which not only add greatly to the value of every book, but whet and exacerbate the

appetite of the reader. For not only does he surmise that an honorary membership of literary and scientific societies implies a certain amount of necessary distinction on the part of the recipient of such decorations, but he is willing to trust himself more entirely to an author who writes under the fearful responsibility of involving the reputation of such bodies as the S. Archæol. Dahom. or the Acad. Lit. et Scient. Kamtschat. I cannot but think that the early editions of Shakespeare and Milton would have met with more rapid and general acceptance, but for the barrenness of their respective title-pages; and I believe that, even now, & publisher of the works of either of those justly distinguished men would find his account in procuring their admission to the membership of learned bodies on the Continent, - a proceeding no whit more incongruous than the reversal of the judgment against Socrates, when he was already more than twenty centuries beyond the reach of antidotes, and when his memory had acquired a deserved respectability. I conceive that it was a feeling of the importance of this precaution which induced Mr. Locke to style himself “Gent." on the title-page of his Essay, as who should say to his readers that they could receive his metaphysics on the honor of a gentle

24, S. B. Criticus, WILBUR. Zoilus, FABRIC.

Pygmæus, CARLSEN. (Stultissime Johannes Stryx cum S. punctato (Fabric. 64-109) confundit. Specimina quamplurima scrutationi microscopicæ subjeci, nunquam tamen unum alla indicia puncti cujusvis prorsus ostendentem inveni.]

Præcipne formidolosus, insectatusque, in proxima rima anonyma sese abscondit, we, we, creberrime stridens. Ineptus, segnipes.

Habitat ubique gentium ; in sicco; nidum suum terebratione indefessa ædificans. Cibus. Libros depascit ; siccos præcipue.

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