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Poriawotamies, Chickasaws, Black-feet and Flat- /nalo ralize, in American art, all the nationalities of heads, braves, squaws, and papooses ? Is he to be all the nations under heaven. The world is all beshut up forever in the forest, or the smoky and fore them where to choose. Only let them choose spacious wigwam? Oh no! say these patriotic cur. for themselves, and not suffer themselves to be dictailers of the Liberty of Art,—there are “Wash- tated to by pragmatical ignoramuses, whose only ington and his Generals." And are these to be qualifications for such an office are long tongues and done to death by American artists, as “Napoleon strong lungs, and whose inkstands are never dry, and his Marshals" have been served by the French? for they are constantly putting in more water. But “ But then," chimes in a nasal down-easter," there let them, when they have selected a subject, love are the Pilgrim fathers, let them paint them !" I the theme of their own choice, and work it out would respectfully remind the nasal down-easter, with patient, true affection, and they will be doing thai, in the first place, the Pilgrim fathers are not their duty to American Art. very picturesque objects, and, in the second place, There are then but two grand requisites for the that they have been very extensively “done" al. formation of an American School of Historical ready; Weir made the most of them, and there Painting. They are in the Capitol, as gray as Norway rats and First : Thal there shall be American painters. as cold as Quincy granite. No! FREEDOM is the Second : That these American painters shall moito of our country! The son of New England paint well. is at liberty to go forth to any corner of the world, Of all the classes and professions in this country, however remote, trade and traffic there, and bring they shall not be singled out as the only ones to be home the proceeds of his enterprise to enrich his hampered and hemmed in by a high fence; they native place, and enjoy himself on his gains. And shall not be manacled and settered by any rules esmay not the Yankee artist likewise go to any quar- cept those that flow from the nature of their art, ter of the world for the subject of his picture? Let and govern iis exercise all the world over; they him handle it well, let the fire of genius warm his shall not be confined to a narrow, monotonous and fancy, and the patience of perseverance bring his beaten round, like an omnibus horse in Broadway, design to a perfect work, and no matter whence or a thief in the tread-mill, while on every side the subject comes, he has brought fame to his coun- around them are the breezy mountains, the murtry and to her school of painting, and let him enjoy muring rivers, and the sunny meadows of their love. it without interference. It would be a poor sort of Liberty is theirs ! Let them show their country liberty we have, and one not worth boasting of or and the world, that they know how to use it! painting pictures for its everlasting glorification, if the Yankee artist were not at least as free as the Yankee pedlar.

No! the field, spread out before the American Historical Painter is as wide as the domain of Art can make it. Religion lies first, and highest, and

DRYBURGH ABBEY. deepest. It is the source of the truest and most enduring inspiration, and has ever been the favor- The following very beautiful stanzas were first published jie subject of the greatest works of the pencil. And in a London paper soon after the death of Sir Walter Scott. her sacred finger has already signed the youthful We had not seen them for many years until, a short time forehead of American Art with the sign of the since, a kind friend placed them in our hands for republic Cross. For here were the noblest efforts of West dis- calion in the Messenger. Short fragments of the verse, played. Here Allston exerted his highest powers. like snatches of dimly-remembered music, had lingered in Here our living Huntington has chosen his home, our memory, but we have read it over with fresh delight and his “ Mercy's dream," and “Christiana pass- and increased admiration. It is a noble strain, indeed, and ing through the valley of the shadow of death," most worthy of its subject;-the immortal “ Ariosto of the will live and bring comfort and peace to the heart North.”- Ed. Mess. of many an humble believer,-yes, and be reckoned high in the school of American Historical painting 'Twas mor—but not the ray which falls the summer's too, when Colonel Trumbull's National picture of boughs among, one hundred and twelve legs, in knee-breeches, When beauty walks in gladness forth, with all her light and shall have passed away, or sunk into the insignificance which many may think it enjoys already.

'Twas morn—but mist and cloud hung deep upon the lonely

vale, Besides the inexhaustible field of religion it must

And shadows, like the wings of death, were out upon the be remembered, that since our country has opened

gale. as it were an asylum for the oppressed of all countries, and reckons among her citizens natives of For he whose spirit woke the dust of nations into lifealmost, if not quite all, the kingdoms and States in That o'er the waste and barren earth spread flowers and christendom, so American painters have a right to fruitaye rise

song :

of sentiment, so rare, that Madame Butler will “Certainly—but not in money—that's all." surely estimate them at their value.”

" And what then?” “ These qualities affect me more than you think, Why, the same thing. I gave directions to M. and I am delighted with this constancy of affec- Rothschild, who is my friend, to invest the sum in tion."

the stock of the Paris and Lyons railroad." M. Laclos hastened to seize Madame Butler's And when was that, Madam?" asked the nohand and to press it to his lips.

tary. “ Virginia,” said he, in the softened, subdued tone " In the beginning of February, sir." of an elegy—“ Virginia only gave me the appari- “ Before the Republic,” cried Laclos, " she is tion of happiness ; she caused me to dream of a ruined ! she is ruined! That rail-road stock, which phantom ; you, Madam, you make me experience has already fallen thirty, forty, sixty per cent, will the reality.”

be down to nothing--you will see." “ Come now," cried M. Bonnemain, drawing “ Well, sir-what if it should ?" said Madame from his pocket the form of a contract of marriage; Butler. here is that which will give legal sanction to the What!" answered M. Laclos, “this is very sentiments that animate you both. I pass over the heroic. But, after all," added he after a pause, “ it surnames, Christian names, all the ordinary proto- does not much matter if this be done." col. Madam will you inform my principal clerk M. Laclos then rose, extended his hand, seized the here of all these details. There are but two things form of the marriage contract and tore it to pieces. to be determined—the rule under which you will “Certificates of the Lyons rail-road," repeared marry—the property of the parties.

he, "railroad stock instead of money! oh, no!" “We marry according to the rule of a community The notary, when he saw this brutal action, let of goods," M. Laclos hastened to remark. his glass of champagne fall from his hand and spilled

Madame Butler threw a little glance towards M. it on his arm-chair. Laclos, which signified that this rule would be in- " M. Lac!os !" he exclaimed, “ M. Laclos!" finitely sweet.

“ You have deceived me, sir," said M. Laclos, “ Under the rule of a community of goods, let it addressing the notary, "Lyons railroad ! it is worthbe then," said M. Bonnemain, “ Madame Butler, less-not a farthing. And then a house worth forty to begin with you, Madam,” added he with a res- thousand francs less ten; thirty-an estate of sixtypectful and gallant smile, “first brings to this com- five thousand less fifteen-forty-five; total seventymunity the property of which she is this day, May five. Madame has but seventy-five thousand francs ; 24, 1848, the lawful proprietor—as follows: that is no match-the affair can proceed no further."

First. A house situated in the street, called la And M. Laclos, whose life had commenced with Cerisaie, Paris, valued at forty thousand francs and an eclogue, rose limping, took his cane and made mortgaged to the amount of ten thousand francs. ready to depart. Madame Butler left her chair and

Second. A landed estate of the value of about ran up to him. sixty thousand livres, and mortgaged for the sum of “ Paul, Paul,” cried she, don't you remember fifteen thousand francs.”

me? I am your Virginia--yes, her very self, my Although M. Laclos had been forwarned that dear Paul, Virginia, your first love and, as I am these two pieces of real estate, belonging to Madame now sure, your first and only love. Alas! it was Butler, were each mortgaged; he could not conceal for me that you risked your life-that you threw a slight grimace, which blanched the roses of the yourself out of a third-story window. Oh, Heavens ! widow's cheeks, but not confining himself even 10 for thirty years you have not been able to take a that he added

step without calling to mind your early and only “ Let people say what they will, I do not like love. Your father deceived you, my dear Paul, mortgages."

your Virginia never espoused a Dutchman; she is “ Here is that which will make them disappear," not dead; she was united, against her will, to an replied M. Bonnemain. And he continued- English captain; she has passed her life in loving

“ Third, Three hundred thousand francs in you, and as soon as she became a widow and free, crowns, deposited with M. Rothschild, banker at behold! she has returned to you." Paris.”

• This woman would canse stones to weep,” said “ Since, Madam,” added the notary, placing the M. Bonnemain, wiping his eyes with a fine India marriage formula on the table, " desires to make silk handkerchief. me her depositary, I have sent my clerk to M. M. Laclos must have had a heart harder than a Rothschild, and he will bring home the money." diamond, for he wept not a single tear; on the

“ The money !" said Madame Butler with her contrary, he wore a constrained and embarrassed most charming smile," he will bring you nothing air. Evidently the eclogue of the rich capitalist of the kind.”

had ended a long time ago and he had no desire to “ How !” cried M. Laclos, “and have you not recommence it. He was satisfied that his first love, then a hundred thousand crowns ?"

Virginia, should have been married at Harlem, and

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died, since Madame Butler had stock in the Lyons was not M. Laclos whom he had entangled in a rail-road instead of three hundred thousand francs wasp's nest, caught in a trap, it was Madame Butler. in the vaults of M. Rothschild. In abandoning the It was true that this poor lady, at the mere mention pastoral style, M. Laclos had become positively of M. Laclos, had consented to his proposals; but terrible. He had before him a panting creature, the notary had drawn the most alıractive portrait full of passion and fondness, who was gazing on of his moral qualities, had spoken of his disinterhim tenderly and waiting but for a single word, or estedness, his generosity, his sensibility of sool; he gesture to throw herself in his arıns-yet he saw had, in a word, bestowed on this man all the qualinot in her Virginia Bernard, so miraculously found ties he lacked; he had therefore deceived his female again, but a woman whose imprudence had com- client and had thus been the means of exposing her promised her fortune--one who represented a capi. to a refusal as outrageous as it was painful. This tal of seventy-five thousand francs in property dif. result was the more melancholy, as Madame Butler ficult to sell—in one word the worst possible match. was the last person in the world, to whom the noDisdaining even to reply to the poor lady, he cast iary would have caused sorrow. Bonnemain, neve an irritated glance on the notary, and said to him ertheless, felt a sort of inexplicable pleasure at the in a tone hardly polite

refusal of M. Laclos. " Will you, sir, do me the favor to grant me a Madame Butler had fascinated him. The beauty moment's interview in your cabinet."

of the widow, the freshness of her complexion, the “I am at your service, sir,” replied the notary, softness of her manners had produced an impresand he followed his rich client.

sion on his heart. Old fellows, who have spent “ Bonnemain,” said the latter, when they were thirty years of their lives in contemning matrimony, alone in the cabinet, “ you have caught me in a and in swearing that they would never put trap-you knew all." “I give you my word of honor, sir," replied

“their free, unhoused condition Bonnemain angrily, “that I was as ignorant as

In circumscription and confine"yourself. I had not yet in possession the papers of Madame Butler; she was not to send them to me are more inclined than others to pass suddenly from till to-morrow. I could not guess that her maiden one extreme to another, and to wake op some name was Bernard, and, as to the hundred thousand morning quile wearied with the isolation of their crowns, proof of my good faith may be found in lives. Such was our notary's position ; add to that the fact that my head-clerk is now gone to draw his regarding himself as the cause of the injory 10 them from M. Rothschild; he has not yet returned.” which Madame Butler had been subjected, that he

“ Come, comc, M. Bonnemain-you must rid me was rich, naturally generous, and you will perceive of this woman."

that if he once get an inclination louards matri“What, sir—your first passion—the Amaryllis mony, he would have no fear of espousing a dowof your eclogue! The Lyons rail-road may get up erless bride. again in the market, M. Laclos."

Bonnemain threw himself on his knees before Poh! never-I could not get fifteen hundred Madame Butler, as soon as he saw that she had francs out of her hundred thousand. Again I say, come to herself and commenced bitterly to esecrate you got me into this scape--get me out again.” the conduct of M. Laclos.

Your Virginia, M. Laclos—but what has passed “Who could have suspected," exclaimed he, since."

“such infamy? He, who should have had two " Thirty years have passed, sir."

hearts to love you twice,-yes, he could neither “Monsieur Laclos,"observed the notary gravely, love the beautiful, the adorable Madame Butler, nor you have disengaged yourself; you have torn up Virginia Bernard, his first passion-I have nothing the memorandum of contract : all is done." to say with regard to the young girl, but I do not

" If that is enough, well and good,” answered understand how he could resist Madame Butler." M. Laclos, who coldly saluted the notary and de- The widow answered only by sighs; her bosom, parted, helping himself along with his cane, like a violently agitated, heaved beneath her silken dress. man who escapes an ambuscade without being The shame, spite, anger, bitter displeasure, excited robbed.

by such a desertion, occupied all her thoughts. The first aim of M. Bonnemain, as soon as he “ How false and deceitful are men !" cried she. found himself free, was to run to the dining-room. Meanwhile the notary bad laken her hand and was Madame Butler was no longer there; she had left pressing it to his lips, and that hand was not withthe table to go into the parlor and there he found drawn. Encouraged by this favor, Bonnemain conher fainted away on a sofa. He hastened to her, tinued : raised her up, dashed water in her face; he tor- “As for me, I have no eclogne lo recile. I mented her in such a fashion that she soon came to never broke my leg for any woman; mortgages do herself.

noi frighten me; and if you have any partiality for The position of the notary was a delicate one. It'Lyons rail-road stock, I am capable of joresting

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one hundred thousand francs more in it, provided jall talents except that of business, so he kept the we can join the whole together.”

hundred thousand crowns." Madame Builer half sate up from her recumbent “ Behold a banker who has few like him !” exposture and glanced at Bonnemain. True he was claimed Madame Butler as she placed the bank bills somewhat fat, but his face beamed with candor and in the hands of the notary. good humor; his eyes were handsome and spark- “ He has not his equal the world over,” responded Jing, his hands remarkably well made, his tone and the latter. address those of a gentleman, and, at the moment “I met M. Laclos in Lafitte street," further obof which we speak, his looks were replete with served the clerk," as I was coming out of M. Rothssentiment. An instant only is necessary to per child's. He questioned me as to the success of my suade a woman, especially a woman wounded in her errand; I told him the whole truth and then he self-love and burning to be revenged.

begged of me as a favor not to tell Madame that he What a difference between M. Bonnemain and met me. But as money is in the question, I think M. Laclos! The latter forgot his first love and bru- it my duty, M. Bonnemain, to tell yon all.” tally deserted her, swayed by sordid interest; the “ You are the pearl of clerks," said the notary. former laid his fortune at the feet of a ruined wo- Just then the door of the parlor was opened and man and spoke even of risking that fortune, if the M. Laclos came in, as it were, on the heels of the beloved object wished to gratify an absurd caprice. clerk. Paul was proceeding to cast himself at the

"Are you in earnest, sir?” cried the widow. feet of his Virginia, the hundred thousand crowns Do you love me? do you desire to make me your so miraculously received doubtless suggesting to wife?"

him good reasons for excusing his conduct, when “Ah! Madam," said Bonnemain, fairly jump- Madame Butler spared him the trouble of revealing ing with joy; " instantly—if possible to-morrow-them. She rose, opened a door and went into the the sooner the better; the mayor of this quarter is next room, absolutely as if she had been iu her own my friend; I am on good terms with the curate of house. the parish; we will purchase the banns; we will “It is my wife," negligently observed the notary, abridge the formalities; I will soon bring matters she is going to her own room. to a focus."

“ Your wife!" My hand is yours," answered the widow.

"Yes-my dear client-you asked me to rid you As it is impossible to have a good dinner without of her, and I knew no better way than to marry her coffee, a servant brought on a waiter the ardent myself.” mocha and that liqueur of Jamaica, the golden hue “My Virginia !" said M. Laclos quite out of of which, in the light of the candles, gleamed and countenance, and in spite of himself taking up the glistened in the crystal glasses. Madame Butler thread of the expressions which he had arranged in was too much agitated to allow herself anything his own head to appease the widow. but a glass of sugared water. M. Bonnemain was “Your Virginia will be my wife before eight days inhaling with delight the ambrosia of Voltaire when are over," replied the notary with a resolute airthe head-clerk came in with a package in his hand. “ You might break your good leg for her, if you

" What do you wish, M. Robert ? demanded Bon-choose, but that would not change our plans--the nemain.

business is setiled. Perhaps we shall buy stock in “I come from M. Rothschild."

the Lyons rail-road; perhaps not-we shall see. “Ah, I am sorry I sent you there, sir, on a use- M. Robert, go put these hundred thousand crowns less errand.”

in my trunk. Will you take coffee, M. Laclos?" "A useless errand ?" said M. Robert, "not at all." “ How not at all?" “ Because, sir, I have the money." Money-what money

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" The hundred thousand crowns you sent me to
draw out by virtue of Madame Butler's power of

FAREWELL.
attorney.”

Inscribed to a Lady of Kentucky.
“The hundred thousand crowns. They are cer-
lificates of rail-road stock."
The head-clerk began to laugh.

In vain, in vain have l essayed
“ Yes, yes,” said he, “M. Rothschild spoke to

To speak the word " good-bye;" me about that-a letter from Madaine, which di

It lingers on my lips, sweet maid ! rected him to buy a hundred thousand crowns worth

And changes to a sigh. of Lyons rail-road stock."

And there's no need of Reason's wiles “ It is even so," said the notary.

To break the pensive spell, “Oh!" said the head-clerk, “ M. Rothschild was

The heart that tells its joy in smiles of a contrary opinion. He believed the lady had

May sigh its sad farewell.

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But in its fitful sweetness makes

A music all its own.

but, onhappily, the one point at which they are very Greek is ihat point, precisely, at which they should be nothing but Feltonian. They always close with what is meant for a spondee. To be consistently silly, they should die off in a dactyl.

That a truly Greek hexameter cannot, however, be readily composed in English, is a proposition which I am by no means inclined to admit. I think I could manage the point myself. For example: Do tell! / when may we I hope to make | men of sense |

out of the 1 Pundiis | Bom and brought I up with their | snouts deep | down in

the mud of the | Frog-pond? Why ask? | who ever yet saw / money made out of a l

fat oldJew, or | downright / upright nutmegs , out of a pine.

“All alone!" Slowly die ihe tones away

With a melancholy thrill, And the shadows gather round,

Dark and still! But amid the heart's deep cham.

Echoes still the mournful ton As sighs the wind through ruine Of lonely and forsaken balls

* All alone! Vain thy dreams of loveliness, Who can share that ontold blis.. In thy sadness and thy woe, Who such grief as thine can k In thy fancies bright and free, None to share those thoughts To thy spirit's restless yearai. None to give a full returning; Thou art sad and lonely nowShadows gather o'er thy brow Mid glad hearts and spirits ga Thine is dwelling far awaySeeking what may not be fou: Hearing still what bath no so Seeing what none else may s Lonely still thy heart must be.

knot? |

The proper spondee predominance is here preserved. Some of the dactyis are not so good as I could wish—but, upon the whole, the rhythm is very decent-to say nothing of its excellent sense.

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THE STRIPED BASSE O.

All alone!
Now may fancy fold her wings

In a soler contemplation,
Shrouded in a still delight,

And luxury of ined.tation ; Now may spirits round thee glide

Hovering on view less wings, Now a presence by thy side

Whisper wondrous things, –
Things of light in darkness sealed,
Half believed as half revealed.
Now may pleasant dreams arise-

Oh delight!
As some beauteous clond-land lies
Imaged in the sunset skies,

Sulland brigbt!
Pleasant thoughts and fancies rare

Minaling titfully and free,
Whose alry changes come and go
With a silver chiine snd a rippling flow,
Bending in their motions slow

To a dream-like melody,
Or swelling with a sudden sweep
Of thrilling changes-mellow, deep!
Like an Eolian barp that wakes

No certain air, no measured tone

We consider the striped bas game fish to be found in Ameri all that we can learn it is pecul and to particular sections, not b

North than Maine, nor farther S olinas, where it is known as th varies in weight from six ounce pounds, and though a native of th a portion of every year in the fr yet it seems to be partial to the m ger estuaries. Our naturalists ha a member of the Perch family, and scientific propriely, but we have si would outweigh at least four score perch found in the country. The b set and solid fish, having a strong by sharp teeth. In color it varies fron on the back to a rich silvery hue ob its scales are large and of a metalli

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