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our beloved allegorist. We have | AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF LEIGH Hrs 1 not noticed this edition during its

New Edition, Revised by the fub

with further Revision and Lu. issue, believing we could render

duction by his Eldest Sun. Lad greater service to its spirited pub Smith, Elder, & Co. lisher when it was completed, and we could inform our readers, not that certain felicitous improve

This is a charming gossipping vuisz". ments were projected in this edition, written in Leigh Hunt's happen but that they had been made. What style. Its entire length is a these are we can best indicate in the picture gallery, where the portni words of the editor, Mr. Gilfillan

of his friends are preserved, ami s “ Among the learned, to whom the

host, in taking us through, ko presentation of an antique page forms

interweaves with his talk pass! no barrier, but acts often as a zest,

reminiscences of the hours be spot" there are few poems in our language with each of them. The gresies more admired than "The Faerie literary men of the past and preses Queen, but to the general reader,

age are thus introduced and describe the old spelling is felt to be so repul to us Coleridge, Keats, BT sive as to make the work appear a

Campbell, Shelley, Carlyle, . sealed book.” We have felt the

Dickens. Leigh Hunt was stiza difference in reading a page of

with them all, and here, as a this emended orthography, as com

magical mirror, we see the pared with the old, to be as before us, in the vraisemtisce great as the difference between the life, along with a number of an medal rough and discoloured by rust, their associates and friends. Li and when burnished and clean. The Hunt's vapourous religious sentent work done by Mr. Gilfillan for

tality hangs like a mist over para Spenser had been done long ago for ' of the book, damping and darke: Shakspeare, and now Spenser is as

the reader's mind as it d u easily read as his great contemporary.

author's. Otherwise, a per The explanations given of obsolete railway or after-dinner QUE : terms are neither prolix nor meagre : could not be desired. usually one word suffices, and the glossary being put at the side of the page, the reader glides along without the slightest interruption. Every obstacle being now removed to the


MAKE Osr. By a Cambrils full enjoyment of our glorious ro

London: James Xisbet. mantic poet, the flower of chivalry, we trust that every student of our language and literature will now avail ' IF the title-page were an air himself of the privilege. The intro- ment, stating what the author an! ductory essays by Mr. Gilfillan are to know, we could dimet hem worthy of his high name: one exhi- . to get instructions how to L . bits the construction and moral of public speaker ; but we wan .. the allegories of the several works - readers not to expect such imenu another, the life of the poet- a third, from this book, which only a dissertation on his poetry; all of does not tell - how ; unde e. them graphic and instructive. The advice be sufficient which we vi; type is doubtless familiar to our , three words what our autl readers, and will be no mean charm to over 120 pp. Query, -H w to" them when they indulge in the luxury I a Public Speaker. Answer,- Bong of buying and reading this standard, and be. edition of Spenser.


in an Account of the First Settlement of Christianity in the City of Coerludd. By the Rev. Matthias Maurice. Seventh Edition. Edited by the Rev. F. Nicholas, Professor of Theology and Church History, Carmarthen College. London: Ward & Co.

A reprint and revise of a quaint, rich, old, unforgotten book, written by a contemporary and neighbour of Doddridge. Being a Welshman he reproduces an old Celtic city into which Christianity is just introduced, and illustrates the constitution and working of the apostolic churches from the fictitious history of the young church in Coerludd. The framework of the narrative is cumbrous wood-work, for the Rev. Matthias was no cunning workman in words or fancies ; but the matter enclosed is solid and precious. Like bullion-boxes, inside the rude carpentry there are pure and weighty ingots. Further, there is a severe realistic manner about the Puritan's fiction, which gives it an amazing hold on the imagination, so that these early Christians, despite their Welsh and unpronounceable names, excite deep and growing interest as we read of them.

absorbed demeanour of the romancist not unfrequently puzzled the quiet Cheshire country people. We mus own to a feeling of disappointment that after a silence of several years Mr. Hawthorne should make even Italy his first theme. He has written his name after those of De Stael, and Tieck, and Andersen, and many others from lands not Italian, who have made Italy the home of their ideal creations. Some curiosity must be felt as to the manner in which an author who succeeded in drawing a veil of old-world mystery and romance even over Boston can avail of the exhaustless materials which lie heaped around the Capitol and the Coloseum. We must frankly declare our opinion that the attempt has not been successful, and that the Romance of Monte Beni* will not add to the fame of the author of the Romance of Blithedale. Mr. Hawthorne seems to have concentrated in his latest work all the peculiar defects even of his best productions, and to have diffused over it less of his peculiar charm of thought, and style, and touch, than are apparent even in the slightest of his previous efforts. It is scarcely possible to arise from the perusal of this book without a feeling of disappointment and a sense of wasted genius.

Mr. Hawthorne is unquestionably a man of genius, and of characteristics thoroughly unborrowed and original. When his name first became known in English literature, a place among the foremost of his own art was readily and justly accorded to him. There appeared something in his writings which indicated the latent existence of a power yet to be developed and made profitable to the world. With the lapse of time it seemed almost certain that this vagueness and want of purpose would crystalize into clearness and well-directed force.

NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. AFTER Mr. Hawthorne's long residence in this country, many of his admirers no doubt expected from him some work embodying his impressions of English scenery and English life. Liverpool, with its intense business energy and its entirely modern character, was scarcely a fitting home for the poetic or the romantic, but there were phases of its life of which we should all gladly have received his impressions. Picturesque glimpses of scenery there are too in its neighbourhood, as Mr. Hawthorne learned in his wanderings on the New Brighton shore, and among the

. “Transformation : or, the Romance of Monte Beni." By Nathaniel Hawthorne. London : Smith, Elder, & Co.

It is not surprising that Mr. Haw- , out without judgment, and either de thorne's earlier works aroused the generating into melancholy DD attention of a public languid from mania or breaking out into a milk very satiety of novel reading. There madness. was genius in them entirely peculiar, But the author ought to have you and almost inexplicable. Hawthorne to something still better, artistely took his reader with him into the and morally. The defects of prin centre of busy, bustling, and modern labours would have been compensa Boston, drew his magic circle, spake had the interval of years which his conjuration, and the very spirit lowed the publication of the Bette of the antique arose in gloom and dale Romance" been the precar cloud upon the scene. In his descrip of a work wholly healthy and many tions of some old Massachussetts in tone, and which while deva family name, or some Governor's ing to the fullest the high images council chamber, the very soul of the tion and the spiritualized feeling af elder world seems to descend and the anthor should borrow Do w hold communion with the reader. delusive, and disappointing attrar Occasional glimpses, too, of a gentle tions from the morbid, the mos and tender feeling revealed them the supernatural. Such a work the selves. The opening chapter of the “Romance of Monte Beni" cupluse “ Scarlet Letter," describing the little cally is not. It has all the specs custom-house of Salem and its offi defects of its predecessors, and a cials, was as quaint and genial as if it | many of their peculiar merita were a lost leaf from the essays of The - Romance of Monte Bina poor Elia. But there was a power in at least original in its structure. 1. the “Scarlet Letter” rarely united is the story of a being almost with such quiet pathos. Scarcely is tirely animal in its onge er there in literature a contrast and a veloped into emotion, painfd junction more terribly dramatic than gles, and final exaltation by 12 those which separate and yet link to- ! remorse which follows a la gether the Puritan preacher and the of crime. In the old classe la branded wearer of the fatal symbol., the higher life lights up in the are Is it not Maclise's painting of the nature at the first glimpse of play-scene in “Hamlet," in which the beauty. In the German start SSC artifice of the painter has caused the enters the sprite-form of l'adise ! shadow of the stage-murderer to fall the visitation of human lore. If across the chamber right upon the Hawthorne's novel the star of the figure of the fratricide King? It is Faun grows humanized and resia thus that in the “ Scarlet Letter" the through the painful medias shadow of the degradation and the morse and despair. It is not guilt of the lost woman darkens the to see how the story gradallys form of the preacher, and seems to veloped itself in the author's D : mark out a black space upon which Mr. Hawthorne when gang those two beings stand alone, appal. marble Faun of Privateks 2 lingly distinguished from the pure sculpture gallery of the capi. brightness all around.

into his peculiar and dreary m The “Blithedale Romance," in tions upon the mythic nature de many respects the best, was surely being who beld that stranger the saddest of the author's produc between man and animul hare tions. It is a dreary retrospect of some of the form and some > enthusiasm uselessly expending its powers, and prematurely expiring: higher joy and love than the one passion misdirected, and turning back incapable of the aspiration, tbr eru to prey upon itself : principles the the exaltation of the odbor most unselfish and exalted worked strange desire seized upon the abs

imagination to weave a modern ro- | himself into a kind of literary Cagmance around a central figure in liostro ? Might not the words Mr. whose being the elements of the wild Hawthorne has applied to our English joyous Faun nature were blended sculptor be, with far greater strictfrom a hereditary source. “The ness, now applied to himself ? being here represented is endowed “Gifted with more delicate power with no principle of virtue, and would than any other man alive, he has be incapable of comprehending such, foregone to be a Christian reality, but he would be true and honest by and perverted himself into a Pagan dint of his simplicity.” Donatello, idealist, whose business or efficacy the hero, is the heir of a line of Etrus in our present world it would be can ancestors whose origin is traced exceedingly difficult to define.” back by the legends of the region in It would, indeed, be injust not which their hereditary castle stands to declare that there are many scenes to the vanished race of the Faun of great power, vivid descriptions of which once peopled and made living | town and forest sights, quaint scraps the darkling depths of Tuscan forests. of suggestive thought, and gleams A sudden deed of blood, in defence of irresistible pathos scattered over of one he loves, first wakens sorrow these volumes. Some of the sketches and remorse and finally human aspi of Italian scenery remind the reader rations and hope in the joyous, animal of Mr. Brett's marvellous Vale of being of the nineteenth century Faun. Aosta, with its sun and shadow, its By a dim mystical method brightened thunderclouds, its vines, its rocks, indeed by some flashes of beauty and and its radiant colours; and here and gleams of genuine feeling is this moral there a stray passage of a quieter wrought out. The theme is repulsive and homelier kind reminds us that we in itself, and Mr. Hawthorne has not are communing with the author of the endeavoured to soften or relieve, ex “Twice-Told Tales." Here, for incept in rare instances, its repelling stance, are a few genial sentences in features. The other creatures of the which Mr. Hawthorne meditates over story are unfortunately but too his heroine, as she sits and mends a familiar to Mr. Hawthorne's readers. glove :-“ There is something ex

The highly-gifted, beautiful, proud tremely pleasant and even touching woman, hunted down by some vague --at least, of very sweet, soft, and and terrible destiny, and eternally winning effect-in this peculiarity of haunted by a mysterious and abhorred needlework, distinguishing women persecutor ; the fragile, spiritualized from men. Our own sex is incapable girl ; the earnest, aspiring artist of any such by-play, aside from the these are forms we have met in all main business of life ; but womenour author's previous works. But be they of what earthly rank they their colours have begun to fade. may, however gifted with intellect or

Artistically, as well as in a higher genius, or endowed with awful beauty sense, this book seems to us a failure. -have always some little handiwork The moral it professes to teach is ready to fill up the tiny gap of every surely open to the gravest exception. vacant moment. A needle is familiar Never before, at least in the literature to the feelings of them all. A queen of our day, has crime been made the no doubt plies it on occasions; the purifying furnace from which the soul woman-poet can use it as adroitly as comes out refined and glorified. Ar her pen; the woman's eye that has tistically the story is complicated and discovered a new star turns from its confused, its characters feeble, and only glory to send the polished little inits incidents and reflections striking, strument gleaming along the hem of while its conclusion is scarcely intel- | her kerchief, or to darn a casual fray ligible. Why should a man of in her dress. And they have greatly genuine and natural power convert | the advantage of us in this respect.

The slender thread of silk or cotton keeps them united with the small, familiar, gentle interests of life, the continually operating influences of which do so much for the health of the character, and carry off what would otherwise be a dangerous accumulation of morbid sensibility. A vast deal of human sympathy runs along this electric line, stretching from the throne to the wicker-chair of the

humblest seamstress, and keeping high and low in a species of commanion with their kindred be Methinks it is a token of healthy az i gentle characteristics when wombee < high thoughts and accomplishment love to sew, especially as they are never more at home with their ov: hearts than while so occupied."

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