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both metaphysically and physically possible.' . Work on, work on ! friend H-R, and .be not discouraged.' You hold a facile pen; you have a fine fancy; you have no need to 'gloom'at any thing. Kick Ennui out of your house ; shun Misanthropy as you would a mad dog; and keep your writings before the public. Remember that

• To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery;
For Time is like a fashionable host,
That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand,

And with his arms outstretch'd grasps in the comer.' “This warning by the hand of KNICK.' is not to be lightly regarded; for these be truths, look you.' ... UNAVOIDABLE absence from town prevented our attendance at Mrs. Emma Gillingham Bostwick's Concerts, which we especially regret; since we hear on all sides of the great delight she afforded 'hosts of friends,' her old admirers, whose name is legion,' by her admirable execution. We shall have more to say of her performances hereafter. ... Here you are, metropolitan reader, sweltering amidst the fervors of the summer solstice,with the thermometer at ninety-five of FAHRENHEIT in the shade, when if you would only start, you would be at the Lake House,' Lake George, tomorrow, partaking of the enjoyments we have herein before endeavored to describe to you. Apropos of the Lake House:' let us here pay our humble tribute to its rare and various merits. In the first place, it will be conceded that its situation could not be surpassed. Secondly, it has long had the reputation, which it richly deserves, of being one of the best-kept houses in the United States. Its dimensions are of the amplest order, so that its multitude of rooms, and suites of rooms, are large, airy and commodious; and then what glorious look.outs' they have! There was not a part of the establishment, from cellar to roof, into which we did not incontinently “poke.' We saw the kitchen, neat as wax, and large enough to provide dinner for an army, and furnished with every possible convenience and improvement;' the dairy-room, full of bright milk-pans, the cream mantling thick upon them, and close by them piles of golden butter, yielded by their predecessors; the meat and fish departments;' the wine-vaults, full of the best brands ;' all and every thing, we saw; and having seen, the secret of SHERRILL’s unequalled table stood revealed;' a table upon which · fish, flesh and fowl' are daily laid, cooked in a style of unsurpassed excellence; a table laid in a cool, capacious Astor-House-like dining-room, sitting in which, over your luxurious breakfast, dinner or supper, (this last with such preserves !) you can look out, between the courses, upon the blue-green 'untrampled floor of the lake, or the mountains swelling gracefully beyond ; thus satisfying all the better senses' at one and the same moment. We wish, let us add in conclusion,' to record it as our judgment, and we do it for the benefit of our readers, that for ease of access; for perfect cleanliness, comfort, abundance, good cookery, courteous attendance ; for the freshness of every thing presented, and a warm welcome, the Lake House at Lake George has seldom been equalled and never surpassed. ... The piece entitled “Reminiscence of Scenes at Tom's in Thames-street, although well written, hardly strikes us as appropriate to our pages. “Old Ben' must have been a character. We remember his counterpart in the person of P- the first ale-bibber we ever knew. He was an English saddler, in the country, with a jolly red nose,' bulbous as a short beet, and a wig with a bob-tail cue:

With bis ale-dropt hose,
And his malmsey nose,'

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and other marked features of slovenliness and dissipation, he reminded one continually of Chaucer's description :

“This man so long hath bibbed ale,
He loves it more than his victayle;
Like to an horse he snorteth in his slepe,

Ne of his tayle behind he takes no kepe.' We believe there is a compensation' in the life of nearly every man in this world. Ruminating homeward through Hudson-street the other afternoon, in the neighborhood of Saint John's Square, we encountered a stalwart young man, of eighteen or twenty, with his arm thrust through an iron cog-wheel, whose upper rim seemed deeply to indent his shoulder. His eyes were a dark hazel ; his cheeks were flushed with the hue of health ; the day was intensely hot; the perspiration streamed from his brow, beneath his broad straw hat; but he walked, notwithstanding his load, with an alert step. While we were nearing him, a splendid carriage, with richly-caparisoned blood-horses, rolled indolently by; and we could plainly read in his countenance, as he looked at the sumptuous vehicle, that he was contrasting his own condition with that of its more favored inmates. Ah! if he could but have known all, as we did! There was a helpless invalid for life on one seat of that carriage, who would have 'bestowed all her goods to feed the poor,' could she have been insured, for a single year, the health of the toiling artizan who was at that moment envying her condition. And on another seat was a man rich in 'worldly gear' who was a victim to misanthropy; who ó lieth down and riseth up in the bitterness of his spirit, and never eateth with pleasure. There is a 'compensation,' even in this world. • Philip Keeun, Number ninety, Main-street, by Mr. Cushlin's French boarding-house' advertises as follows, on the tenth of June • instimo,' in the St. Louis, (Miss.) • Republican. It is apparent that he understands English only a few:' “,

years in France; wish occupation in one's house American, or French house where the English language is speak. He prefer in a store or bar-room as bar-keeper, or in the country to work in a flower garden; in a word, where he find good occation to perfect in the English language. If the gentleman had childrens, and desires that he give theirs lessons in the Germa. nia or French language, practical and grammatical, he do it also, or in the flute. He can give good certificats of his conduct from Germania, France and the seventeen months that he is here in America: he read and write also English ; but the speaken go not yet so good.'

Yaw; und oder de writin' 'go not yet so goot' n'ider ash 'd will py-und-py, Mynheer KEEHN. THERE is a world of true philosophy in these fine lines of a Scottish poet. We took them the other evening, by permission of a fair lady-friend, from a volume of the songs of her native land, presented by her and our esteemed friend John Wilson, Esq., the eminent Scottish vocalist:

CONFIDE ye aye in Providence, for Providence is kind,
And bear ye a' life's changes wi' calm and tranquil mind;
Though pressed and hemmed on every side, hae faith, an' ye'll win through,
For ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.

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"'Gin reft frae friends, or crossed in love, as whiles no doubt ye've been,
Grief lies deep hidden in your heart, or tears flow from your e'en,
Believe it for the best,' and trow there's gude in store for you,
For ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.
'In lang, lang days o'simmer, when the clear and cloudless sky
Refuses a wee drap o' rain, to Nature parch'd and dry,
The genial night, wi' balmy breath, gars verdure spring anew,
And ilka blade o' grass keps its ain drap o' dew.'

There is a triangular island in Lake George, which seems, while you are passing it in the steamer, to belong to the main land on the west. It is thickly wooded and

is about fifteen miles in length. The only resident upon its whole sạrface, and he is but a recent comer, is a solitary hermit, with a half-clearing of about an acre surrounding his log shanty. Here he devotes himself to agriculture and the fisheries,' on a small scale, and also, and mainly, to self-culture.' The island is full of all kinds of game; and one summer day, some four or five years ago, a party of huntsmen landed on the widest end of it, spread out so as to have their base-lipe' take in every thing before them, and yelling like a pack of wild devils, began their onward march. The animals, of course, preceded them, their limits every moment growing narrower and narrower; and it was a sight to see, ' they say,' when the herd broke cover on the narrow point of land that runs into the lake. There were two moose, three black bears, one 'woolly horse,' some twenty deer, seven panthers, two foxes, four gaunt wolves, one 'prack,' ane guyanosa,' and a young Penobscot ice-breaker. When this rather 'mixed company' first stood revealed, there was a manifest coolness between them; but there was no time for the exhibition of animosity. The foe was behind them; they plunged into the lake ; and presently fell an easy prey to the hunts

These beautiful lines are from The Fatall Death of the Emperour of Graves,' by MARKHAM, a quaint English writer of the time of ELIZABETH :

men.

“The tungs of dying men
Inforce attention like deep harmony;
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vaine,
For they breathe truth, that breathe their words in paine.
He, that no more must say, is listened more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze:
More are men's ends mark't than their lives before.
The setting sun and musick at its close,
As the last tast of sweet is sweetest tast,
Writin remembrance more than things long past.'

The trip down Lake George from the · Lake House, on a most glorious June morning, was an event not soon to be forgotten. No dissolving views’ of Swiss or Alpine scenery, that we have ever beheld, exceed in beauty the scenery of Lake George, as it grows or fades upon the eye of the voyager. In one word, it is indescribably beautiful; and this ‘nobody can deny' who has ever seen it. The white mist-lines lying in the early morning in strata midway up the mountains, now rolled above their tops in masses of cumuli,' such as it would have delighted the heart of our great painter Durand to have seen; billowy clouds, that reflected not the light, nor were yet transparencies through which the light was seen ; but clouds that rolled up light in their folds, which it permeated and pervaded, producing effects beyond the utmost reach of human pencil. And gazing at these, the fairy mountains, the emerald isles, or watching the bald-eagle soar, or surveying in the clear depths below the finny tribe disporting, we reached too soon the precipice known as “Roger's Slide,' where that wily foe, as tradition relates, slode down on his haunches,' one wild winter day, and so escaped the • bloudy salvages,' who were in hot pursuit. Presently we were ready to debark, at the foot of the lake, for old Ti.,' as in this region they term the classic Ticonderoga ; lamenting only that our friend B with his facile and graphic pencil, had not been with us to share our enjoyment.

Stanzas to a Friend going to California' not admissible. Very poor. The rough ends of the lines, halved and carried over to balance of account,' remind us of a stanza in a parody on the burial of Sir John MOORE:

"WE bore him home, and put him to bed,

And told his wife and his daughter
To give him, next morning, a couple of red

Herring, with soda-water!'

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What “trials' soever the gold-seeker may encounter, he will be spared the infliction of his friend's lines.' By-the-by, whose capital imaginary letters from El Dorado are those in the Sunday Times' weekly journal? They are replete with spirit and hu

•Thanks, and acceptance bounteous,' to the fair and graceful young bride, (so newly blessed as to start with a smile at each mention of her conjugal name, so unwonted to her ear) who, after contributing by her very presence to the silent delights' of our pleasant party at the · Lake House,' preceded us down the lovely Horricon. Our agreeable antediluvian friend brought us the welcome poetical • Tribute' from the Traveller's Book' below; and most grateful was it, at such a time, to find ourselves so kindly and tastefully remembered by one whose own happiness was so well assured : • THESE scenes divinely fair

"The poet's heart will beat
Are fading from our view;

With rapture at the sight;
Our hearts the impress there

The painter's eye shall glow
Shall keep forever new.

With pleasure and delight.'

These too were our thoughts, as reciprocating cordially the friendly sympathy' which dictated their transcription, we glided onward over the ' azure depths' of the •Queen of Lakes. ... LONGFELLOW, in his late work, · Kavanagh,' mentions, as the reader will recollect, a boy who promised, if his mother would not punish him, that he would • experience religion.' He should have fallen in, about that time, with a SIMON Magus, mentioned by The Christian Inquirer religious journal, who is now travelling through a certain county in New-England, offering to convert souls at two dol. lars a head. His custom' however is somewhat limited, he having scandalized the zealots who sustained him,' by conduct which showed that he had not quite emanci. pated himself from the carnal mind.' ... THERE appears elsewhere in the present number, reader, the counterfeit presentment of two brothers,' twins; one of whom has fallen asleep,' but the other, by the blessing of Heaven,' remains unto this present,' and for some fifteen years has variously chatted and gossipped with you in these pages. Aside from the great faithfulness of this recent picture, as a double-like. ness, we hope it will not be considered amiss for us to say, that neither painter nor engraver, both of whom, by universal concession, 'lead the van' in their separate professions, have ever exceeded the late example of their united skill which is herewith laid before you.

Should you visit Lake-George, town-reader, observe you this modus-operandi : Leave New-York in the evening, in the 'Newton' or · Troy; both superb steamers, with excellent captains, and most kind and attentive second officers; be in Troy at Coleman's popular • Troy-House' for breakfast — one of his breakfasts; then, over a firm rail-road, under the careful supervision of Mr. SARGENT, to Saratoga; from which, if you can get away, take the Saratoga and Whitehall railcars for Fort-Edward; a trip which will prove doubly fruitful of interest and instruction, if, as in our case, the present avocations of Mr. Davison, the President, or of Mr. Van RENSSELAER, the superintendent, should make them fellow-passengers with you; and at or near Fort-Edward carriages on the new plank-road will convey you, through Sandy-Hill, Glen’s-Falls and The Notch,' to the · Lake House' at Lake George; where, if there should be time before dinner, our friend Gale, the careful skipper, may perhaps give you a sail in his triumphant little yacht, in the naming of which you will see that he has done us an undeserved but a gratefully appreciated honor. I Five pages, containing notices of ten new works, and a variety of

Gossip,' including other incidents of travel' in our trip northward, although in type, are necessarily postponed until our next.

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It is not the most common thing in this age to meet with men in the pulpit who know how to be serious without severity, simple without insipidity, humble though dignified, at once firm and modest, courteous without fawning and without affectation, full of energy and grace. Such an instance, however, we deem the experienced and beloved pastor of the Charles-street Baptist church in Boston. In him, face and figure, mental traits and moral character, unite whatever we have conceived of manly and ministerial worth, equally poised between ignoble vacillation and arrogant self-esteem.

We think that in this divine there is a rare combination of dignity, simplicity and practicalness, which attributes, as they are habitually employed by him in sacred functions, produce and exemplify permanent power. We will briefly develop these several points.

In the first place, Dr. SHARP is by nature uncommonly dignified in character and appearance. This is not something put on, but is inherent in every faculty of his mind, and in every fibre of his body; it is 'part and parcel of his nature, has 'grown with his growth and strengthened with his strength. God made him a perpendicular gentleman, of the noblest class, and we never expect to see him voluntarily assume, in any sense, the air and attitude of a curved and sycophantic charlatan. But Dr. Sharp's dignity is not stiffness. Trees the most inflexible are generally hollow, so that their stubbornness results mainly from the want of heart. Such do not represent our friend. The mantle which invests him as a prophet covers no cold and apathetic spirit, indifferent to popular aspirations and unprompted

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