an invitation was not understood, I said, throwing a glance at my dress, "Really, sir, I am not in a state to and said with some animation, "Are diplomatists aldine with an excellency." He stamped with his foot, ways believed to be so cold-hearted! I am the same that I was in Berlin when I delivered my lectures : your remark was wrong."* No argument could be urged against such reasons. passport was in bad order, and provisional, and he had broke off, asking me to return to dinner. I hesitated to make his way with it through the police office at in accepting the invitation, which he seemed unable to Ancona. He was informed too, that orders had been understand. He probably thought that a person in my received from Rome forbidding the signature of pass-this kind; and, in fact any one might feel gratified in situation ought to be glad to receive an invitation of ports in the possession of persons coming from Greece, being asked to dine with him, especially in Rome. except for a direct journey home. "You are a Prus-When I saw that my motive for declining so flattering sian," said the officer," and I must direct your passport home to Germany. I will direct it to Florence: your minister there may direct it back to Rome. Or I will direct it to any place in Tuscany which you may choose; for through Tuscany you must travel in order to reach Germany." Mr. L. assures us he never felt more wretched than on hearing this announcement. I recollect that dinner with delight. His conversaHe had made his way round Rome without seeing the tion, abounding in rich and various knowledge and Eternal City. The examination of a map of Italy, striking observations; his great kindness; the acquainthowever, gave him new hope. It pointed out to him ance I made with Mrs. Niebuhr; his lovely children, how near the south-western frontier line of Tuscany who were so beautiful, that when, at a later period, Í approaches to Rome. The road from Ancona to Orbi-used to walk with them, the women would exclaim, tello, he thought, was nearly the same as that to the (which I had not enjoyed for a long time) in a high "Ma guardate, guardate, che angeli!"—a good dinner object of his desires, and he therefore requested the vaulted room, the ceiling of which was painted in the officer to direct his passport to Orbitello. "Italians style of Italian palaces; a picture by the mild Francia generally," says Mr. Lieber, "are exceedingly poor close by; the sound of the murmuring fountain in the geographers." The gentleman whom he addressed, garden, and the refreshing beverages in coolers, which inquired of another in the adjoining room, whether the most masterly pictures of the Italian schools;-in I had seen, but the day before, represented in some of Orbitello was in Tuscany, or belonged to the Papal short, my consciousness of being at dinner with Niebuhr territory. Mr. L. pointed out the place on the map: in his house in Rome-and all this in so bold relief to it was situated just within the colors which distinguish my late and not unfrequently disgusting sufferings, ed Tuscany from the other states of Italy. This satis-would have rendered the moment one of almost perfect enjoyment and happiness, had it not been for an annoyfied the police, and the passport was made out. ance which, I have no doubt, will appear here a mere trifle. However, reality often widely differs from its Having hired a vetturino our traveller proceeded towards Orbitello. A few miles beyond Nepi, at the Co-description on paper. Objects of great effect for the lonneta, the road divides, and the coachman was desired to pursue the path leading to Rome. A bribe silenced all objections, and when near the city, Mr. L. jumped out of the carriage, and entered the Porta del Populo. But it was impossible to dwell in Rome without the sanction of the police, and this sanction could not be obtained without a certificate from the Prussian minis ter that our friend's passport was in order. Mr. Lieber therefore "hoping that a scholar who had written the history of Rome could not be so cruel as to drive away thence a pilgrim without allowing him time to see and study it," resolved on disclosing his situation frankly to Mr. Niebuhr. The Prussian minister resided at the Palazzo Orsini -he was engaged and could not be seen-but the secretary of the legation received the visiter kindly, and having learned his story, retired to an inner apartment. Soon afterwards he returned with a paper written in Mr. Niebuhr's own hand. It was the necessary permission to reside in Rome. A sum of money was at the same time presented to Mr. L. which the secretary assured him was part of a sum Prince Henry (brother to the reigning king,) had placed at the minister's disposal for the assistance of gentlemen who might return from Greece. Mr. L. was informed also that Niebuhr would see him on the following day. The result of the interview we must give in the words of our author. When I went the next morning at the appointed time, as I thought, Mr. Niebuhr met me on the stairs, being on the point of going out. He received me with kindness and affability, returned with me to his room, made me relate my whole story, and appeared much pleased that I could give him some information respecting Greece, which seemed to be not void of interest to him. Our conversation lasted several hours, when he moment become light as air, and others, shadows and vapors in reality, swell into matters of weighty consideby the way, which applies to our daily life, as well as ration when subjected to the recording pen;-a truth, to transactions of powerful effect;-and it is, therefore, the sifting tact which constitutes one of the most necessary, yet difficult, requisites for a sound historian. My dress consisted as yet of nothing better than a pair of unblacked shoes, such as are not unfrequently worn in the Levant; a pair of socks of coarse Greek wool; the brownish pantaloons frequently worn by sea-captains in the Mediterranean; and a blue frockcoat, through which two balls had passed—a fate to which the blue cloth cap had likewise been exposed. The socks were exceedingly short, hardly covering my ankles, and so indeed were the pantaloons; so that, when I was in a sitting position, they refused me the charity of meeting, with an obstinacy which reminded me of the irreconcileable temper of the two brothers in Schiller's Bride of Messina. There happened to dine with Mr. Niebuhr another lady besides Mrs. Niebuhr; and my embarrassment was not small when, towards the conclusion of the dinner, the children rose and played about on the ground, and I saw my poor extremities exposed to all the frank remarks of quick-sighted childhood; fearing as I did, at the same time, the still more to take coffee near the ladies, unprotected by the kindly trying moments after dinner, when I should be obliged shelter of the table. Mr. Niebuhr observed, perhaps, that something embarrassed me, and he redoubled, if possible, his kindness. After dinner he proposed a walk, and asked the ladies to accompany us. I pitied them; but as a gentleman of their acquaintance had dropped in by this time, who gladly accepted the offer to walk with us, they were spared the mortification of taking my arm. buhr, probably remembering what I had said of my own appearance in the morning, put his arm under mine, and thus walked with me for a long time. After * Das war Kleinlich were his words. Mr. Nie our return, when I intended to take leave, he asked me | re-publication of old matter—whether we are indebted whether I wished for any thing. I said I should like for it to one author, or to more than one-in short, all to borrow his History. He had but one copy, to which those indispensable details which appertain to a book he had added notes, and which he did not wish, therefore, to lend out of his house; but he said he would get considered merely as a book. The habit of neglecting a copy for me. As to his other books, he gave me the these things, is becoming very prevalent in America. key of his library to take whatever I liked. He laugh- Works are daily re-published, from foreign copies, withed when I teturned laden with books, and dismissed me out any primâ facie evidence by which we may distinin the kindest manner. guish them from original publications; and many a reader, of light literature especially, finds himself in the dilemma of praising or condemning unjustly as American, what, most assuredly, he has no good reason for supposing to be English. Mr. Lieber became the constant companion of Niebuhr in his daily walks after dinner, during one of which the proposition was discussed to which we have formerly referred-that of our author's writing an account of his journey in Greece. In March 1823, the minister quitted Rome, and took Mr. Lieber with him to Naples. By way of Florence, Pisa, and Bologna, they afterwards went to the Tyrol-and in Inspruck they parted. A correspondence of the most familiar and friendly nature was, however, kept up, with little intermission, until the death of the historian in 1831. Mr. Lieber disclaims the design of any thing like a complete record of all the interesting or important sentiments of Niebuhr during his own residence with him. He does not profess to give even all the most important facts or opinions. He observes, with great apparent justice, that he lived in too constant a state of excitement to record regularly all he saw or heard. His papers too were seized by the police—and have undergone its criticism. Some have been lost by this process, and others in a subsequent life of wandering. Still we can assure our readers that those presented to us in the present volume, are of the greatest interest. They enable us to form a more accurate idea of the truly great man to whom they relate than we have hitherto entertained, and have moreover, not unfrequently, an interest altogether their own. YOUNG WIFE'S BOOK. The Young Wife's Book; A Manual of Moral, Religious, and Domestic Duties. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea, and Blanchard, We can conscientiously recommend this little book, not only to that particular class of our fair friends for whom it is most obviously intended, but, in general, to all lovers of good reading. We had expected to find in it a series of mere homilies on the Duties of a Wife, but were agreeably disappointed. Such things are, no doubt, excellent in their way, but unhappily are rarely of much service, for the simple reason that they are rarely read. Unless strikingly novel, and well written, they are too apt to be disregarded. The present volume is made up of mingled amusement and instruction. Short and pithy Lessons on Moral Duties, on the Minor Obligations of Married Life, on Manners, on Fashion, on Dress-Dialogues, and Anecdotes connected with subjects of a similar nature-form the basis of the book. In one respect we must quarrel with the publication. Neither the title page, nor the Preface, gives us any information in regard to the biblical history of the work. It may be taken for granted that every reader, in perusing a book, feels some solicitude to know, for example, who wrote it; or (if this information be not attainable,) at least where it was written-whether in his native country, or in a foreign land-whether it be original, or a compilation—whether it be a new publication or a In the Young Wife's Book now before us, are seventythree articles. Of these, one is credited to the thirtyfirst chapter of Proverbs-nine to Standford's Lady's Gift and two to an Old English Divine. Some four or five belong to the Spectator. Seven or eight we recognize as old acquaintances without being able to call to mind where we have seen them; and about fifteen or twenty bear internal evidence of a foreign origin. Of the balance we know nothing whatever beyond their intrinsic merit, which is, in all instances, very great. Judgment and fine taste have been employed, undoubtedly, in the book. As a whole it is excellent-but, for all we know to the contrary, it may have been originally written, translated, or compiled, in Philadelphia, in London, or in Timbuctoo. ROBINSON CRUSOE. The Life and Surprising Adventures of Robinson Crusoe, of York, Mariner: with a Biographical Account of Defoe. Illustrated with Fifty Characteristic Cuts, from Drawings by William Harvey, Esq. and engraved by Adams. New York: Published by Harper and Brothers. This publication is worthy of the Harpers. It is an honor to the country-not more in the fine taste displayed in its getting up, than as evincing a just appreciation of an invaluable work. How fondly do we recur, in memory, to those enchanted days of our boyhood when we first learned to grow serious over Robinson Crusoe !—when we first found the spirit of wild adventure enkindling within us, as, by the dim fire light, we labored out, line by line, the marvellous import of those pages, and hung breathless and trembling with eagerness over their absorbing-over their enchaining interest! Alas! the days of desolate islands are no more! "Nothing farther," as Vapid says, can be done in that line." Wo, henceforward, to the Defoe who shall prate to us of "undiscovered bournes." There is positively not a square inch of new ground for any future Selkirk. Neither in the Indian, in the Pacific, nor in the Atlantic, has he a shadow of hope. The Southern Ocean has been incontinently ransacked, and in the North-Scoresby, Franklin, Parry, Ross, Ross & Co. have been little better than so many salt water Paul Prys. While Defoe would have been fairly entitled to immortality had he never written Robinson Crusoe, yet his many other very excellent writings have nearly faded from our attention, in the superior lustre of the Adventures of the Mariner of York. What better possible species of reputation could the author have desired for that book than the species which it has so long enjoyed? It has become a household thing in nearly every family in Christendom? Yet never was admiration of structor, "one of the most valuable systems of practical any work-universal admiration-more indiscriminate- morality in the language"-the History of Moll Flanders, ly or more inappropriately bestowed. Not one person including some striking but coarsely executed paintings in ten-nay, not one person in five hundred, has, during of low life-the Life of Colonel Jaque, in which an acthe perusal of Robinson Crusoe, the most remote con- count is given of the hero's residence in Virginia-the ception that any particle of genius, or even of common Memoirs of a Cavalier, a book belonging more properly talent, has been employed in its creation! Men do not to History than to Fictitious Biography, and which has look upon it in the light of a literary performance. been often mistaken for a true narrative of the civil wars Defoe has none of their thoughts-Robinson all. The in England and Germany-the History of the Plague, powers which have wrought the wonder have been which Dr. Mead considered an authentic record-and thrown into obscurity by the very stupendousness of Religious Courtship, which acquired an extensive poputhe wonder they have wrought! We read, and become larity, and ran through innumerable editions. In the perfect abstractions in the intensity of our interest-we multiplicity of his other publications, and amid a life of close the book, and are quite satisfied that we could perpetual activity, Defoe found time, likewise, to edit have written as well ourselves? All this is effected by his Review, which existed for more than nine years, the potent magic of verisimilitude. Indeed the author commencing in February 1704, and ending in May of Crusoe must have possessed, above all other facul- 1713. This periodical is justly entitled to be considerties, what has been termed the faculty of identified the original of the Tatlers and Spectators, which cation that dominion exercised by volition over imagination which enables the mind to lose its own, in a fictitious, individuality. This includes, in a very great degree, the power of abstraction; and with these keys we may partially unlock the mystery of that spell which has so long invested the volume before us. But a complete analysis of our interest in it cannot be thus afforded. Defoe is largely indebted to his subject. The idea of man in a state of perfect isolation, although often entertained, was never before so comprehensively carried out. Indeed the frequency of its occurrence to the thoughts of mankind argued the extent of its influence on their sympathies, while the fact of no attempt having been made to give an embodied form to the conception, went to prove the difficulty of the undertaking. But the true narrative of Selkirk in 1711, with the powerful impression it then made upon the public mind, sufficed to inspire Defoe with both the necessary courage for his work, and entire confidence in its success. How wonderful has been the result! were afterwards so fashionable. Political intelligence, however, constituted the greater portion of its materiel. The Edition of Robinson Crusoe now before us is worthy of all praise. We have seldom seen a more beautiful book. It is an octavo of 470 pages. The fifty wood cuts with which it is ornamented are, for the most part, admirable. We may instance, as particularly good, those on pages 6, 27, 39, 49, 87, 88, 92, 137, 146, 256, and 396. The design on the title page is su perlative. In regard to the paper, typography, and binding of the work, that taste must be fastidious indeed which can find any fault with either. CHRISTIAN FLORIST. The Christian Florist; containing the English and Botanical Names of different Plants, with their Properties briefly delineated and explained. Illustrated by Texts of Scripture, and accompanied with Poetical Extracts from various Authors. First American, from the Second London Edition. Philadelphia: Carey, Lea & Blanchard. The title, which our readers will perceive is a long one, sufficiently explains the nature and design of this little book. It is very well adapted for a Christmas present, to those especially whose minds are imbued at the same time with a love of flowers-and of him who is a God of flowers, as well as of mightier things. The mechanical execution of the volume is unexceptionable, and the rich colors of the Dahlia show to no little are, for the most part, excellently chosen, and the prose commentaries on each article in good taste, and often of great interest. Besides Robinson Crusoe, Defoe wrote no less than two hundred and eight works. The chief of these are the Speculum Crape-Gownorum, a reply to Roger L'Estrange, and characterized principally by intemperate abuse-a Treatise against the Turks, written for the purpose of showing England "that if it was the interest of Protestantism not to increase the influence of a Catholic power, it was infinitely more so to oppose a Mohammedan one"-an Essay on Projects, displaying great in-advantage in the frontispiece. The poetical selections genuity, and mentioned in terms of high approbation by our own Franklin-the Poor Man's Plea, a satire levelled against the extravagances of the upper ranks of British society-the Trueborn Englishman, composed with a view of defending the king from the abuse heaped upon him as a foreigner-the Shortest Way with the Dissenters, a work which created strong excitement, and for which the author suffered in the pillory-the Reformation of Manners, a satirical poem, containing passages of uncommon force, that is to say, uncommon for Defoe, who was no poet-More Reformation, a continuation of the above-Giving Alms no Charity, an excellent treatise—a Preface to a translation of Drelincourt on Death, in which is contained the "true narrative" of Mrs. Veal's apparition—the History of the Union, a publication of much celebrity in the days of its author, and even now justly considered as placing him among the "soundest historians of his time”—the Family In Speaking of alterations made in the Second London Edition, the Authors of the work say in their Preface "We believe it will be found that most of those suggested have been adopted, with the exception of one, which proposed the rejection of the first piece of Poetry attached to the Sun Flower." These words excited our curiosity, and turning to page 42, we found six lines from Moore. It seems these had been objected to, not on account of any thing intrinsically belonging to the verses themselves, (what fault indeed could be found there?) but (will it be believed?) on account of the author who wrote them. The Christian Florist deserves the good will of all sensible persons, if for nothing else—for the spirit with which its authors have disregarded a bigotry so despicable. SUPPLEMENT TO THE SOUTHERN LITERARY MESSENGER. PUBLISHER'S NOTICE. We are very proud in being able to afford our friends so many and so great evidences of the Messenger's popularity, as are contained in the following Notices.* From all quarters we have received encouragement-in the approval of our past labors, and in prophecies of our future success. We desire to call the attention of all who are interested in the advancement of Southern Literature, to the matter, the manner, and the source, especially, of the Extracts subjoined. We hazard little in saying, that never before in America has any Journal called forth so unanimously, testimonials so unequivocally flattering, as the First Number of the Second Volume of Southern Literary Messenger." our From the Richmond Whig. The Literary Messenger.-Nothing is more repulsive to our taste, than puffing-one of the artifices of book-making and book-selling, reduced in this our time, to a science. It is dishonest, for its object is gain at the expense of truth, and its means are imposition on those who are not familiar with the tricks of trade. It is unjust, for modest and unobtrusive merit is often compelled to languish, from the rival advantage given to mediocrity or worthlessness, by the meretricious puff direct. It is injurious and disgraceful to Literature, and for ourselves, we feel a repugnance to whatever we see puffed, by which we mean praise disproportioned to merit, and praise administered by the shovel full, without the administerer being possibly able or pretending to assign a cause or to point out a beauty to justify his rapture. countenance of so fine a genius as the Major. We are no critics, and beg leave to adopt his review with some qualification. We would praise the Barbary Sketches more, for we really view them as the very best specimens of History by any American. We will not subscribe to the sentence against" Eliza of Richmond ;" and the Major must look over the "Broken Heart" again, and the next time wipe the moisture from his specs. The Critical Notices are much to our tastedecided in their character, correct (as we think) in judgment, and lashing dullness, as it always deserves to be lashed, with a cat-o'-nine-tails. Major Noah says- "The Southern Literary Messenger for December. Richmond, Va.: T. W. White, Proprietor. We have repeatedly called the attention of our literary friends to this excellent periodical, now deservedly acquired reputation. It is not only the commencing the second volume, and sustaining its neatest in typographical execution-in whiteness of paper and elegance of type, of any American publication of the kind, but contains also a greater amount of useful and entertaining original matter, both in prose and poetry-especially the latter, which, taken en masse, is quite different from the namby-pamby trash that is spreading like an epidemic over the republic of letters-choking and smothering with its noxious weeds those gems and flowers of purer mould, which are the offspring and inspiration of nature and of genius. I he Sketches of the Barbary States,' are written by an able pen, and are full of valuable historical details. The lines to "October," by Eliza, of Maine, possess the vein of true poetry; the tenderness and the luxuriant imagery of some of Mrs. Hemans'. How rich the pageantry of some of the author's thoughts when describing the gorgeous tints of an autumnal foliage: 'Tis the funeral pageant of a king with his gold and crimson pall." Mr. White's Literary Messenger is either the most transcendantly able periodical in the United The "Broken Heart," by Eliza, of Richmond, States, or its proprietor has been most particularly is a failure. She must not attempt blank verse for successful in eliciting the puff-for it attracts more common-place subjects. The verses on "Halley's of the notice of the Press, and is more uniformly Comet" are smooth and passable. The "Remiadmired and praised upon the appearance of its niscences of Mexico" might as well have been successive numbers, than all the Literary Periodi- omitted. These diaries and guide books, are cals in the United States put together. The North" stale, flat, and unprofitable.' If the writer had American, Quarterly, &c. are comparatively lost given us some insight into the mysterious ruins sight of. It is universally noticed-not only in the and antiquities of Mexico-its romantic traditions newspaper press of the great towns and cities, but -we would have thanked him. The theme is in the obscurest village sheet throughout the land. exciting and absorbing, and would have been new, As Virginians and Southrons, solicitous for. the and a glorious prize for immortality. Mr. Poe's honor of Southern Literature, we are proud to believe that this extensive favor bestowed upon the Messenger, flows from its deserts, an opinion confirmed by our personal knowledge of its enterprising, esteemed and modest proprietor. Unpublished Drama" does not suit our taste. Why eternally ring the changes on those everlasting and hackneyed Venetiar. Doges and Italian Counts-latticed balconies, and verandas-time out of mind exhausted? The "Address on Education" is puerile, crude, and common-place. We cannot discover its "brilliant eloquence" nor "impressive energy," spoken of in the critical notice. The object of it was well enough. The "Wissahiccon," properly handled, might have been wrought into a stirring historical portrait. The lines to "Memory," are pretty. Those entitled "Macedoine," have much fire and power. But "Lionel Granby," is a redeeming chapter worth All those left all the foregoing. Why not give one-third the magazine to so accomplished a writer, so original VOL. II.-18 The last No. of the Messenger (for December) which commences the 2d volume, is most emphatically admired and extensively complimented by the American Press, and we have read portions of it with much satisfaction. Among the rest, our friend Noah expresses his pleasure, and any dealer in Literary wares may be happy to receive the The Notices here appended, are very far from all we have received. Many are omitted for want of room. out, are unexceptionably flattering to ourselves. a thinker? The "Dream," is good poetry, for at no distant day, be brought within the pale of blank verse, which is saying much. But the "Christendom." To the lovers of the picturesque, "Sketch," by A. L. Beard, M. D. is superlatively we recommend the article "Wissahiccon" as a beautiful in melody of rhythm and truth to nature. charming description of wild, romantic, American Thus: "The red-breast, mounted on some tow'ring tree, From the broad fields which wave with golden grain, And the loud laughter of the reaper train scenery. The Editorial criticisms are generally just.— Whilst they "nothing extenuate," and refuse to deal out indiscriminate compliment and unremitted praise, they yet are free from even the semblance of that illiberal spirit which delights rather to triumph in the detection of an error than in the generous acknowledgment and commendation of a beauty. They embrace reviews of many new and po The lines to " Mira" are smooth and full of ten-pular works, which have lately issued from the der feeling. The Critical Notices are full as they should be on American productions, and written with uncommon spirit. The decisions are generally correct, and we are glad to see the censures so unsparingly, but judiciously directed against the mawkish style and matter of those ephemeral productions with which, under the name of chefd'œuvres in novel writing, the poor humbugged public are so unmercifully gagged and bamboozled. From the Petersburg Intelligencer. The Southern Literary Messenger.-We have to acknowledge the receipt of the first No. of the second volume of the Southern Literary Messenger, published at Richmond, by T. W. WHITE, and beg to ca 1 the attention of the public to this highly valuable and now well established periodical. The enterprising and indefatigable proprietor, has overcome the obstacles which have generally, hitherto, thwarted the efforts of those who have attempted to rear up a respectable Literary Journal in the South, and has the proud satisfaction of being hailed as the founder of a work, which is admitted by the Press, on every hand, to be one of the most agreeable and interesting in the Union. He has evidently spared no expense in carrying out his design of making the "Messenger" worthy of the reputation of the "Old Dominion," and the number before us, is, in all respects, unquestionably one of the most beautiful specimens of the art of printing we have ever witnessed. So much for the mere medium, or vehicle, by which mind is made to commune with mind. Those who would wish to form a just estimate of the merits of this work, must look beyond its beautiful and delicate outward garb, into the rich and varied contents of its pages. The Editor has certainly drawn to his aid some of the finest pens in the State; and although the real authors are not given, yet we are convinced, that conclusively as many of the articles "speak for themselves," if names were added, they would lose none of their interest, from the known paternity of distinguished writers. We wish, heartily, that our numerous engagements would allow us to notice more in detail the several articles which have struck us as peculiarly meritorious. But we have no leisure for more than to call attention to the publication, nothing doubting, that whosoever shall open these attractive pages, will not quit them until he has fully exhausted their sweets. The article on Mexico, at this time, will prove very acceptable, and not less so will be the continuation of the "Sketches of the History and Present Condition of Tripoli and the other Barbary Powers," which, since the French have planted themselves at Algiers, we hope may, Press; among which is the Life of Washington, "And though she shrunk not from the love of those the article above referred to, we feel disposed to "Low prayers come moaning thro' the leaves," asking at once, pity for her sad fate and forgiveness of her crime. "The Sonnet," at page 38, deserves more than a passing notice. The truth and pathos of the scene represented, can scarcely fail to be recognized by every heart that has had occasion to feel or sympathise with the anguish of a parent deprived of one of the cherished objects of his dearest affection. Before closing these hasty remarks, we beg leave to press on the attention of our readers the fact, that so much intellectual gratification cannot be afforded for nothing. Without a liberal and generous support from the public, such a journal cannot be sustained. Even the late "Southern Review," with a towering reputation and splendid abilities, was forced to close its career, solely from the negligence of the public in offering that patronage which many would gladly have tendered after it was too late. Patronage, then-patronage for the Messenger, and it will be perpetuated, as an honor to Virginia, and a reward to its enterprising proprietor, |