Very beautiful, to our conception, is this picture of Cayuga Lake, the first big water' that ever reflected back the sunlight to our boyhood's eyes: 'SWEET sylvan lake! in memory's gold Is set the time when first my eye 'Then, contrast wild, I saw the cloud One mass of foam was tossing high, A tumbling cataract, the rain. I saw within the driving mist Dim writhing stooping shapes-the trees And birds so filled with melodies. 'Ah! such, ah! such is Life! I sighed, Of youth and hope and promised bliss, The sky's blue smile is seen no more, 'Sweet sylvan lake! beside thee now Villages point their spires to heaven, Parts the rich emerald of thy wave, But we must pause; having left to us only space again to commend the beautiful volume from which the foregoing extracts are taken to the cordial acceptance of our readers. THE OLD WORLD, or Scenes and Cities in Foreign Lands. By WILLIAM FURNISS. New-York: D. APPLETON AND COMPANY. A RAPID but very agreeable series of sketches, from the pen of one who observes well and who describes well; of one, moreover, who has that in his style which makes even a journey with him over a somewhat beaten road very pleasant travelling. The writer gives us, as he himself observes, no egotistical prologue about his necessities, virtues, or occasions. He wrote simply because he liked to, and among the retrospects of travel found repose and consolation after the toils of daily professional labor. We shall endeavor hereafter to accomplish that which neither our limits nor our leisure will at present permit ; namely, to set forth, by extracts, some of the fruits of our author's wanderings from England and across the continent, by way of the Danube to Stamboul and Alexandria; including descriptions of much that was worth seeing in England, Belgium, France, Switzerland, Holland, Denmark, and 'manie other londs and contrees' which Sir IOHN MAUNDEVILLE also speaks of, even unto Turkey, Egypte, and the londes that be thereby.' The volume before us is beautifully printed, possesses a good map, and several very clever illustrations, from the pencil of the au thor. THE HORSE-SHOE: A POEM. Spoken before the Phi Beta Kappa Society in Cambridge, July 19, 1849. By JOHN BROOKS FELTON. Cambridge: JOHN BARTLETT. THERE is an unusual degree of spirit, and a graceful ease of versification, visible in this unpretending but very clever poem. We had never before heard the name of this young writer mentioned; but we think it does not admit of much question that we shall hear of it hereafter, if his more advanced years shall fulfil the promise of his spring. For reasons elsewhere mentioned, involving a tyranny of space, the difficulties of which we could scarce hope to make the reader understand, our present notice of The Horse-Shoe' will rather indicate than set forth the merits of the poem, regarded in its entirety. It opens in this natural manner: 'JUST over the way, with its front to the street, Maidens laughed at our shouts, they knew better than we, 'Oft as twilight confuses day's sharply-drawn line, 'On the wall hangs a Horse-Shoe I found in the street; Small as the writer's subject may appear, he manages to make it the nucleus of much that will attract the regard and win the admiration of his readers. We invite attention to the ensuing lines, as a very beautiful tribute to Sleep, calm relative of Death:' 'WHEN cares that swarm in glare of day are o'er, 'How oft by day, from thoughts that bid it weep, And soars the mind, and, soaring, strives to deem To light the soul's, but dim the body's eye, Could thoughts thus wander, rescued from annoy, Were Eve sure usher to advancing joy! Oft on its wing the kindly dream to find, Home to the body stoops the cowering mind; To heave the limb unyielding to its call, Struggles in dread, though conscious they but seem, We need not, we conceive, quote other lines to prove that Mr. FELTON is not lightly endowed with the vision and the faculty divine;' indeed we have space but for a round dozen of lines more, but in quality they are a baker's dozen :' 'Go, when the shades with noiseless feet advance, Where gods who could not save, enshrined above, In frames of darkness set, their mortal Love. So soars the mind along the starry gleams, Back to the night that teemed with glorious dreams.' We shall see no future production of the author of The Horse-Shoe' announced without a pleasant remembrance of what he has accomplished, and a lively anticipation of coming enjoyment. MAKATAIMESHEKIAKIAK, OR BLACK-HAWK, AND SCENES IN THE WEST. A National Poem in Six Cantos. By ELBERT H. SMITH. New-York: Printed for SMITH and published by SMITH. THIS is a tremendous poem. It is too great a poem to be written by a man with so common a cognomen as SMITH. If we had written it, we should want to change our name, whatever it was. SMITH says that big as his poem is, he might have made it five times bigger, such is his facility in composing. He could easily have written the whole in rhyme, too, he adds, if he had been so dispoged,' but he was partial to blank verse, and originally intended to compose the whole in that style, but the constant tendency to rhyme continually furnished him, as he went along, with beautiful couplets, some of which he retained among the blank verse as the base!' At other times he has reduced whole portions of the work entirely to rhyme, portions which were at first intended for blank verse, so that he has in such a variety of styles something that will suit all tastes and classes of readers.' We propose to do SMITH the justice to let our readers hear from him in two or three of his several 'styles,' beginning with the style following, which is developed in a description of the mining region of Lake Superior: 'MEANWHILE, at Copper Harbor, there arrived "To which our traveller answered promptly thus: And terminate all wars with victory? And do not their inventions head the world? If he but thought that mineral there was hid. 'Meanwhile, more vessels constantly arrive, By numerous companies, on the Eagle, Dead, Immortal wight, was sent, this coast to scan.' 'What to the wonder of the world, he found On the Ontonagon, a copper rock. Here ensues a specimen of SMITH's rhyming style. The passage is 'of and con cerning' an Indian girl : 'ELIJAH was by ravens fed, Fed thus, or otherwise preserved, In ancient day, their stamping-ground, With their loud low, grown scarce and gone. Here, grazing on this beauteous lawn, Quite home, and udders drained, became SMITH, from very incontinence of rhyme, bursts often from the bonds of blank verse into little bits of song, which are extremely unique. Thus after a description in long lines, of the hunter 'seeking to find the fatted 'coon,' we are favored with the annexed brace of verses in quite another'style' 'BUT, should there come a snow so deep, The nimble deer can't run, Then, girding on his snowy shoe, The huntsman with his gun, Walks all unsinking careless on The summits of the heaps, And overtakes, and shoots him down, We take our present leave of SMITH and his poem, with this parting advice: 'Don't for mercy's sake write any more such stuff as that of which your big book is made up-don't! You have not the first idea of poetry; nor is there a single line in the whole compass of your book that rises above the dead level of your own com. mon-place, the commonest kind of common-place that we ever encountered. Take up the trade of a tinker or a cobbler; do any thing, in short, except stealing, for a living; but don't write another line of what you call' poetry.' Now SMITH, DON'T YOU do it! EDITOR'S TABLE. 'POOR RICHARD'S ALMANAC.'-We give the ensuing notice of a new enterprise by Mr. DOGGETT, Jr., proprietor of the well-known 'City Directory;' and need only add to its expositions the remark, that we have seen several of the illustrations, which for delicacy and clearness we have never seen surpassed. The head of FRANKLIN, the house where he was born, and the Old South Church,' Boston, in an especial manner will command general admiration. We have been permitted to examine some of the old copies of Poor RICHARD's Almanac,' which Mr. DOGGETT obtained at such cost and labor, and enjoyed their perusal not a little. So quaint is the style of the homely common-sense maxims and advice, and so curiously are these interwoven in the interstices, as it were, of the calendar-pages, that we are not at all surprised that the 'Almanac' should have acquired so great a popularity; and we have no doubt that in its republished form it will command a sale larger than it enjoyed on its first appearance before the American people. ED. KNICKERBOCKER. 'THE present is doubtless the only complete edition of the 'POOR RICHARD'S ALMANAC' of Dr. FRANKLIN now in existence. The collection is the result of nearly four years' research among the libraries of public institutions and private collections in the States of New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New-York, New-Jersey and Pennsylvania; and several of the numbers were only procurable at great cost, and even some were purchased with the proviso that they were to be returned, should the publisher be successful in obtaining duplicates. A complete copy of the Almanac had been pronounced by our indefatigable historian, JARED SPARKS, as of doubtful existence, and the publisher is therefore most agreeably disappointed in being able to lay successively before the American public the entire numbers of this invaluable series, accompanied by an appropriate modern calendar, prepared under the di.. rection of Professor PIERCE, of Harvard University. "The present number contains the editorial matter of FRANKLIN for the first three years, 1733, 1734 and 1735, and the commencement of an autobiography of the DOCTOR, which, with the edi. torials and advice of POOR RICHARD, will be continued from year to year, until both are completed. The execution, typographical and illustrative, it is believed will meet the cordial approbation of the public. 'Perhaps no work in any degree similar to 'POOR RICHARD'S Almanac' ever met with such universal popularity as that work. It was continued by FRANKLIN twenty-six years, from 1733 to 1758, inclusive, with a constantly enhanced circulation. It combined, in a most remarkable manner, entertainment and useful information. It was so generally read, that there was scarcely a neighborhood in the whole province whose inhabitants permitted themselves to be unsupplied with it: it was perused by the common people; and its terse and concentrated wisdom, its various learning and telling wit, obviated with such the necessity of having many other books. All the little spaces that occurred between the remarkable days in the calendar were filled with proverbial sentences, chiefly such as inculcated industry and frugality as the means |