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POETRY.Our River, 386. In the West, 386. The Burial of Cavour, 447. Italia Libera, 447. Death of a Child, 448.

SHORT ARTICLES.- Forewarned is Forearmed, 405. Paper in Japan, 405. Curculio, 405. Fishing articles, 405. Treason in Texas, 408. Rev. Southern Captains, 416. Dog-Law, 416. Troops for Canada, 420. Way to Win Him, 422. Zoological Garden, 422. Church Rate, 422. The Wharf Rat, 425. To Nations Embarrassed in Difficulties, 436. At it Again, you see! 436. Cavour, 446. Cruel Barber, 446.

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OUR RIVER.

His pine-trees whisper, “Trust and wait ! ” (For a Summer Festival at “The Laurels," on the

His flowers are prophesying
Merrimack.)

That all we dread of change or fate
BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

His love is underlying.
Once more on yonder laurelled height

And thou, O Mountain-born !—no more The summer flowers have budded;

We ask the Wise Allotter Once more with summer's golden light

Than for the firmness of thy shore, The vales of home are flooded;

The calmness of thy water, And once more, by the grace of Him

The cheerful lights that overlay Of every good the Giver,

Thy rugged slopes with beauty, We sing upon its wooded rim

To match our spirits to our day The praises of our river:

And make a joy of duty. Its pines above, its waves below,

-Atlantic Monthly. The west wind down it blowing, As fair as when the young Brissot Beheld it seaward Rowing,

IN THE WEST. And bore its memory o'er the deep

She sailed to-day,- I cannot rest To soothe a martyr's sadness,

Till I have seen the mighty sea, And fresco, in his troubled sleep,

Upon whose broad and billowy breast
His prison walls with gladness.

My bride is borne to me.
We know the world is rich with streams
Renowned in song and story,

So with the morn I climb the height Whose music murmurs through our dreams That looks upon our land-locked bay; Of human love and glory:

And the great ocean meets my sight,
We know that Arno's banks are fair,

On which she sailed to-day.
And Rhine has castled shadows,
And, poet-tuned, the Doon and Ayr

The light leaps shoreward with the waves, Go singing down their meadows.

And soon shall touch my western home

With rays that gilded last the foam,
But while, unpictured and unsung

Her vessel's side that laves.
By painter or by poet,
Our river waits the tuneful tongue

How fast this patriarchal wealth
And cunning hand to show it,-

Has multiplied, as year by year, We only know the fond skies lean

In labor rude, with rustic health,
Above it, warm with blessing,

I've toiled and waited here.
And the sweet soul of our Undine
Awakes to our caressing.

I've served like Jacob for his wife,
No fickle Sun-God holds the flocks

Though shorter term to me was given; That graze its shores in keeping ;

For distance and our dwindled life
No icy kiss of Dian mocks

Make three years more than seven.
The youth beside it sleeping:
Our Christian river loveth most

Soon, soon my home her voice shall know, The beautiful and human;

And she shall sylvan homage claim; The heathen streams of Naiads boast,

And her sweet playful English name But ours of man and woman.

About these fields shall blow.
The miner in his cabin hears

She'll train the roses on the wall:
The ripple we are hearing;
It whispers soft to homesick ears

This English rose, whose tender leaves, Around the settler's clearing :

Homesick and pale, come forth and fall, In Sacramento's vales of corn,

Shall reach our cottage eaves.
Or Santce's bloom of cotton,
Our river by its valley-born

That English acorn which she sent-
Was never yet forgotten.

Fresh gathered from the glade at home

Has sprouted, and shall yet become The drum rolls loud, -the bugle fills

An oak,

,-a leafy tent. The summer air with clangor ; The war-storm shakes the solid hills

And I have planted out the shoots Beneath its tread of anger :

Which one day mighty arms shall reach; Young eyes that last year smiled in ours

An avenue of English beech,
Now point the rifle's barrel,

With violets at their roots.
And hands then stained with fruits and flowers
Bear redder stains of quarrel.

And children, playing 'neath their shade, But blue skies smile, and flowers bloom on,

When she and I together rest, And rivers still keep flowing,

Shall lisp our names as they who made The dear God still his rain and sun

Their bright home in the West. On good and ill bestowing.

- Fraser's Magazine.

From Blackwood's Magazine. shape. They leave little or nothing behind THE BOOK-HUNTER AGAIN.

even the photographer's portfolio will HAVING endeavored to draw attention to bring scarcely any thing under the hammer the diagnosis of the book-hunter's condition, after the death of him whose solace and puror, in other words, to the different shapes suit it had been, even if the positives remain which the phenomena peculiar to it assume, visible, which may be doubted. And as to we now propose to offer some consolatory the other enumerated pursuits, some of them remarks on his place in the dispensations of as we all know, are notoriously costly, all unProvidence, with a view of showing that, as productive as they are. we truly believe, he is not altogether a mis- But the book-hunter may possibly leave a chievous nor a merely useless maniac, but little fortune behind him. His hobby in fact, does in reality, however unconsciously to merges into an investment. This is the himself, minister in his own peculiar way to light in which a celebrated Quaker collector the service both of himself and others; and of paintings put his conduct, when it was to be properly methodical, our discourse questioned by the brethren, in virtue of that shall be divided and subdivided, insomuch right to admonish one another concerning that, taking in the first place his services to the errors of their ways, which makes them himself, we shall subdivide that branch into so charry in employing domestic servants of the advantages which are purely material their own persuasion. " What had the and those which are properly intellectual. brother paid for that bauble, for instance ?"

And first, of material advantages. Holding "Well, £300.” “ Was not that then an it to be the inevitable doom of fallen man to awful wasting of his substance on vanities ? " inherit some frailty or failing, it would be “No. He had been offered £900 for it. If difficult, had he a Pandora's boxful to pick any of the Friends could offer him a better and choose among, to find one less danger- investment of his money than one that could ous or offensive. As the judicious physician be realized at a profit of two hundred per informs the patient, suffering ander some cent he was ready to alter the existing discutaneous or other external torture, that the posal of his capital.” poison lay deep in his constitution—that it It is quite true that amateur purchasers must have worked in some shape—and well do not, in the long-run, make a profit, it is that it has taken one so innocuous--so though an occasional bargain may pass may even the book-hunter be congratulated through their hands. It is not maintained on having taken the innate moral malady of all that, in the general case, the libraries of colthe race in a very gentle and salubrious form. lectors would be sold for more than they cost, To pass over gambling, tippling, and other or even for nearly so much ; but they are practices which cannot be easily spoken of in always worth something, which is more than good society, let us look to the other shapes can be said of the residue of other hobbies in wh man lets

elf out-horse-rac- and pursuits. Nay, farther; the scholarly ing, hunting, photography, shooting, fishing, collector of books is not like the ordinary cigars, dog-fancying, dog-fighting, the ring, helpless amateur ; for although, doubtless, the cock-pit, phrenology, revivalism, social- nothing will rival the dealer's instinct for ism-which of these contains so small a bal- knowing the money-value of an article, ance of evil, counting of course that the though he may know nothing else about it, amount of pleasure conferred is equal—for yet there is often a subtle depth in the colit is only on the datum that the book-hunter lector's educated knowledge which the other has as much satisfaction from his pursuit as cannot match, and bargains may be obtained the fox-hunter, the photographer, and so on off the counters of the most acute. A small has in his—that a fair comparison can be sprinkling of these — even the chance of struck? These pursuits, one and all, leave them — excites him, like the angler's bites little or nothing that is valuable behind them, and rises, and gives its zest to his pursuit. except, it may be, that some of them are con- It is the reward of his patience, his exertion, ducive to health, by giving exercise to the and his skill, after the manner in which body and a genial excitement to the mind; Monkbarns has so well spoken; and it is but every hobby gives the latter, and the certain that, in many instances, a collector's former may be easily obtained in some other library has sold for more than it cost him. No doubt, a man may ruin himself by pur-sing medium and means of exchange. Let chasing costly books, as by indulgence in him confine all his transactions in the market any other costly luxury, but the chances of to purchasing only. No good ever comes calamity are comparatively small in this of gentlemen amateurs buying and selling. pursuit. A thousand pounds will go a great They will either be systematic losers, or they way in book-collecting, if the collector be will acquire shabby, questionable habits, true to the traditions of his pursuit, such as from which the professional dealers — on we shall herein expound them. There has whom, perhaps, they look down — are exbeen one instance, doubtless, in the records empt. There are two trades renowned for of bibliomania, of two thousand pounds hav- the quackery and the imposition with which ing been given for one book. But how many they are habitually stained—the trade in instances far more flagrant could be found horses and the trade in pictures ; and these in picture buying? Look around upon the have, we verily believe, earned their evil world and see how many men are the victims reputation chiefly from this, that they are of libraries, and compare them with those trades in which gentlemen of independent whom the stud, the kennel, and the preserve fortune and considerable position are in the have brought to the Gazette. Find out, too, habit of embarking. anywhere, if you can, the instances in which The result is not so unaccountable as it the money scattered in these forms comes might seem. The professional dealer, howback again, and brings with it a large profit, ever smart he may be, takes a sounder estias the expenditure of the Duke of Roxburghe mate of any individual transaction than the did when his library was sold.

amateur. It is his object, not so much to do But it is necessary to arrest this train of any single stroke of trade very successfully, argument, lest its tenor might be misunder- as to deal acceptably with the public, and stood. The mercenary spirit must not be make his money in the long-run. Hence he admitted to a share in the enjoyments of the does not place an undue estimate on the book-hunter. If, after he has taken his last special article he is to dispose of, but will let survey of his treasures, and spent his last it go at a loss, if that is likely to prove the hour in that quiet library, where he has ever most beneficial course for his trade at large found his chief solace against the wear and He has no special attachment to any of the worry of the world, the book-hunter shall be articles in which he deals, and no blindly taken to his final place of rest, and it is exaggerated appreciation of their merits and afterwards discovered that the circumstances value. They come and go in an equable of the family require his treasures to be dis- stream, and the cargo of yesterday is sent persed—if then it be found that his pursuit abroad to the world with the same methodihas not been so ruinously costly after all— cal indifference with which that of to-day is nay, that his expenditure has actually fructi- unshipped. It is otherwise with the amateur. fied—it is well. But if the book-hunter al- He feels towards the article he is to part with low money-making—even for those he is to all the prejudiced attachment, and all the leave behind-to be combined with his pur- consequent over-estimate of a possessor. suit, it loses its fresh relish, its exhilarating Hence he and the market take incompatible influence, and becomes the source of wretched views as to the value, and he is apt to become cares and paltry anxieties. Where money is unscrupulous in his efforts to do justice to himthe object, let a man speculate or become a self. Let the single-minded and zealous colmiser-a very enviable condition to him who lector then turn the natural propensity to 'has the saving grace to achieve it, if we hold over-estimate one's own into its proper

and with Byron that the accumulation of money legitimate channel. Let him guard his treas is the only passion that never cloys. Let ures as things too sacred for commerce, and not the collector, therefore, ever, unless say, Procul, o procul este profani, to all who in some urgent and necessary circumstances, may attempt by bribery and corruption to part with any of his treasures. Let him not drag them from their legitimate shelves. If, even have recourse to that practice called in any weak moment, he yield to mercenary barter, which political philosophers tell us is temptation, he will be forever mourning after the universal resource of mankind prepara- the departed unit of his treasure—the lost tory to the invention of money as a circulat- sheep of his flock. If it seems to be in the decrees of fate that all his gatherings are to read through the sixty and odd folio volumes be dispersed abroad after he has gone to his of the Bolandist lives of the saints, and the rest, let him, at all events, retain the reliance new edition of the Byzantine historians, and that on them, as on other things beloved, he the State Trials, and the Encyclopædia Britmay have his last look; there will be many annica, and Moreri, and the Statutes at large, changes after that, and this will be among and the Gentleman's Magazine from the beginthem. Nor, in his final re ions on his con- ning, each separately, and in succession ? duct to himself and to those he is to leave, Such a course of reading would certainly do will he be disturbed by the thought that the a good deal towards weakening the mind, if hobby which was his enjoyment, has been in it did not create absolute insanity. But in any wise the more costly to him that he has all these we have named, even in the statutes not made it a means of mercenary money at large, and in thousands upon thousands of getting

other books, there is precious honey to be Having so put in a plea for this pursuit, as gathered by the literary busy bee, who passes about the least costly foible to which those on from flower to flower. In fact, “ a course who can afford to indulge in foibles can de- of reading,” as it is sometimes called, is a vote themselves, we might descant on certain course of regimen for dwarfing the mind, like auxiliary advantages, as that it is not apt to the drugs which dog-breeders give to King bring its votaries into low company; that it Charles spaniels to keep them small. Within offends no one, and is not likely to foster ac- the span of life allotted to man there is but a tions of damages for nuisances, trespass, or certain number of books that it is practicable assault, and the like. But rather let us turn to read through, and it is not possible to make attention to the intellectual advantages ac- a selection that will not, in a manner, wall-in companying the pursuit, since the proper the mind from a free expansion over the refunction of books is in the general case as- public of letters. The being chained, as it sociated with intellectual culture and occupa- were, to one intellect in the perusal straight tion. It would seem that, according to a on of any large book is a sort of mental received prejudice of opinion, there is one slavery superinducing imbecility. Even Gibexception to this general connection, in the bon's Decline and Fall, luminous and comcase of the possessors of libraries, who are prehensive as its philosophy is, and rapid and under a vehement suspicion of not reading brilliant the narrative, will become deleteritheir books. Well, perhaps it is true in the ous mental food if consumed straight through sense in which those who utter the taunt un- without variety. It will be well to relieve it derstand the reading of a book. That one occasionally with a little Boston's Fourfold should possess no books beyond his power of State, or Harvey's Meditations, or Sturm's perusal—that he should buy no faster than Reflections for Every Day in the Year, or Don as he can read straight through what he has Juan, or Ward's History of Stoke upon-Trent. already bought, is a supposition alike prepos- Now while it is quite true that collectors do terous and unreasonable. “Surely, you have not in general read their books successively far more books than you can read,” is some- straight through, the practice of desultory, times the insane remark of the barbarian reading, as it is sometimes termed, is a cogwho gets his books, volume by volume, from nate failing with their habit of collecting. some circulating library or reading club, and They are notoriously addicted to the practice reads them all through, one after the other, of standing arrested on some round of a ladwith a dreary dutifulness that he may be der, where, having mounted up for some cersure he has got the value of his money. tain book, they have by wayward chance

It is true that there are some books—as fallen upon another, in which, at the first Homer, Virgil, Horace, Milton, Shakspeare, opening, has come up a passage which fasciand Scott—which every man should read who nates the finder as the eye of the Ancient has the opportunity-should read, mark, learn, Mariner fascinated the wedding guest, and and inwardly digest. To neglect the oppor- compels him to stand there poised on his untunity of becoming familiar with them is de- easy perch and read. Peradventure the matliberately to sacrifice the position in the social ter so perused suggests another passage in scale which an ordinary education enables some other volume which it will be satisfacits possessor to reach. But are we next to tory and interesting to find, and so another

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