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O'er the narrow horizon of space and

of time, And we see there the footsteps by

which men had gained To the one rapturous glimpse of the

never-attained, As shepherds could erst sometimes

trace in the sod The last spurning print of a sky-cleav

ing god. “But now, on the poet's dis-priva

cied moods With do this and do that the pert critic

intrudes; While he thinks he's been barely ful

filling his duty To interpret 'twixt men and their own

sense of beauty, And has striven, while others sought

honor or pelf, To make his kind happy as he was him

self, He finds he's been guilty of horrid

offences In all kinds of moods, numbers, gen

ders, and tenses ; He's been ob and subjective, what

Kettle calls Pot, Precisely, at all events, what he ought

not, You have done this, says one judge ;

done that, says another; You should have done this, grumbles

one; that, says t'other; Never mind what he touches, one

shrieks out Taboo ! And while he is wondering what he

shall do, Since each suggests opposite topics for

song, They all shout together you're right !

and you're wrong! “Nature fits all her children with

something to do,

He who would write and can't write,

can surely review, Can set up a small booth as critic and

sell us his Petty conceit and his pettier jealousies; Thus a lawyer's apprentice, just out of

his teens, Will do for the Jeffrey of six magazines; Having read Johnson's lives of the po

ets half through, There's nothing on earth he's not

competent to; He reviews with as much nonchalance

as he whistles, He goes through a book and just picks

out the thistles, It matters not whether he blame or

commend, If he's bad as a foe, he's far worse as

a friend : Let an author but write what's above

his poor scope, He goes to work gravely and twists up

a rope, And, inviting the worlá to see punish

ment done, Hangs himself up to bleach in the wind

and the sun; 'Tis delightful to see, when a

comes along Who has anything in him peculiar and

strong, Every cockboat that swims clear its

fierce (pop) gundeck at him, And make as he passes its ludicrous

Peck at him —"


Here Miranda came up and began,

“ As to that." Apollo at once seized his gloves, cane,

and hat, And, seeing the place getting rapidly

cleared, I, too, snatched my notes and forthwith




(I HAVE observed, reader (bene- or male-volent, as it may happen), that it is customary to append to the second editions of books, and to the second works of authors, short sentences commendatory of the first, under the title of Notices of the Press. These, I have been given to understand, are procurable at certain established rates, payment being made either in money or advertising patronage by the publisher, or by an adequate outlay of servility on the part of the author. Considering these things with myself, and also that such notices are neither intended, nor generally believed, to convey any real opinions, being a purely ceremonial accompaniment of literature, and resembling certificates to the virtues of various morbiferal panaceas,

I conceived that it would be not only more economical to prepare a sufficient number of such myself, but also more immediately subservient to the end in view to prefix them to this our primary edition rather than await the contingency of a second, when they would seem to be of small utility. To delay attaching the bobs until the second attempt at flying the kite would indicate but a slender experience in that useful art. Neither has it escaped my notice, nor failed to afford me matter of reflection, that, when a circus or a caravan is about to visit Jaalam, the initial step is send forward large and highly ornamented bills of performance to be hung in the bar-room and the post-office. These having been sufficiently gazed at, and beginning to lose their attractiveness except for the flies, and, truly, the boys also (in whom I find it impossible to repress, even during school-hours, certain oral and telegraphic communications

concerning the expected show), upon some fine morning the band enters in a gayly painted wagon, or triumphal chariot, and with noisy advertisement, by means of brass, wood, and sheepskin, makes the circuit of our startled village streets. Then, as the exciting sounds draw nearer and nearer, do J desiderate those eyes of Aristarchus, “whose looks were as a breeching to a boy.” Then do I perceive, with vain regret of wasted opportunities, the advantage of a pancratic or pantechnic education, since he is most reverenced by my little subjects who can throw the cleanest summerset or walk most securely upon the revolving cask. The story of the Pied Piper becomes for the first time credible to me (albeit confirmed by the Hameliners dating their legal instruments from the period of his exit), as I behold how those strains, without pretence of magical potency, bewitch the pupillary legs, nor leave to the pedagogic an entire self-control. For these reasons, lest my. kingly prerogative should suffer diminution, I prorogue my restless commons, whom I also follow into the street, chiefly lest some mischief may chance befall them. After the manner of such a band, I send forward the following notices of domestic manufacture, to make brazen proclamation, not unconscious of the advantage which will accrue, 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 inodelled them upon actually existing comparison, as the combined heads of author and editor. The work is wretchedly got up.

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

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 glance through this handsomely printed vol. ume, but the name of its respectable editor, the Rev. Mr. Wilbur, of Jaalam, will attord a sufficient guaranty for the worth of its contents. The paper is white, the type clear, and the voluine of a convenient and attractive size. ... In reading this elegantly executed work, it has seemel 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 criticisin 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.

From the Dekay Bulwark.

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 comunitted to the inemory and engraven on the heart of every moral and social being. .... We consider this a unique performance H. We hope to see it soon introduced into our common schools. Mr. Wilbur has performed his duties as ed. itor 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 Ainerican literature. We rejoice to meet with an author national enough to break away from the slavish def. erence, too coinmon among us, to English grainmar and orthography. .... Where all is so good, we are at a loss how to inake extracts. ....On the whole, we may call it a volume which no library, pretending to entire completeness, should fail to place upon its shelves.

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We should be wanting in our duty as the conductor of that tremendous engine, a putlic 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 time-honored institutions justly dear to our common humanity and especially to republicans, are made the butt of coarse and senseless ribaldry by this low-mind scribbler. It is time that the respectable and religious portion of our community should be aroused to the alarming inroar!s of furegn Jacobinisin, sansculottism, and intidelity. It is a fearful proof of the wide-spread na'ure 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 res sults which we predicted would spring out of the late French" Revolution" (!)

From the Higginbottomopolis Snapping.


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, tedious old fool. Weve strong language, but should any of or readers peruse the book, (froin which Cala niiy ideaven preserve them!) they will ind reasons for it thick as the leaves of Val

brozer, or, to use a still inore expressive

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