nity? Are they not all represented to you as the blackest of criminals? yet you are asked to serve them as the holiest of divinities. Jupiter himself is a parricide and an adulterer. What are the meaner divinities, but imitators of his vices? You are told not to murder, but you worship murderers; you are told not to commit adultery, and you make your prayers to an adulterer. Oh! what is this but a mockery of the holiest part of man's nature, which is faith! Turn now to the God, the one, the true God, to whose shrine I would lead you. If he seem to you too sublime, too shadowy for those human associations, those touching connections between Creator and creature, to which the weak heart clings-contemplate him in his Son, who put on mortality like ourselves. His mortality is not indeed declared, like that of your fabled gods, by the vices of our nature, but by the practice of all its virtues. In him are united the austerest morals with the tenderest affections. If he were but a mere man, he had been worthy to become a god. You honor Socrates-he has his sect, his disciples, his schools. But what are the doubtful virtues of the Athenian, to the bright, the undisputed, the active, the unceasing, the devoted holiness of Christ! I speak to you now only of his human character. He came in that as the pattern of future ages, to show us the form of virtue which Plato thirsted to see embodied. This was the true sacrifice that He made for man; but the halo that encircled his dying hour not only brightened earth, but opened to us the sight of heaven! You are touched-you are moved. God works in your heart. His spirit is with you. Come, resist not the holy impulse, come at once-unhesitatingly. A few of us are now assembled to expound the word of God. Come, let me guide you to them. You are sad, you are weary. Listen then to the words of God: Come to me, saith He, all ye that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.''

The annexed passage forms a portion of the reply of Glaucus, the hero, to an interrogation of Ione, concerning the new sect of the Nazarenes.'

"Well do I remember to have heard my father speak of one strange guest at Athens many years ago; methinks his name was Paul. My father was one among a mighty crowd that gathered on one of our immemorial hills to hear this sage of the East expound; through the wide throng there rang not a single murmur!-the jest and the roar, with which our native orators are received, were hushed for him;-and when on the loftiest summit of that hill, raised above the breathless crowd below, stood this mysterious visiter, his mien and his conntenance awed every heart even before a sound left his lips. He was a man, I have heard my father say, of no tall stature, but of noble and impressive mien; his robes were dark and ample; the declining sun, for it was evening, shone aslant upon his form, as it rose aloft, motionless and commanding; his countenance was much worn and marked, as of one who had braved alike misfortune and the sternest vicissitudes of many climes; but his eyes were bright with an almost unearthly fire; and when he raised his arm to speak, it was with the majesty of a man into whom the Spirit of a God hath rushed!

"Men of Athens!' he is reported to have said, 'I find among ye an altar with this inscription-TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Ye worship in ignorance the same deity I serve. To you unknown till now, to you be it now revealed.'

"Then declared that solemn man how this great Maker of all things, who had ap pointed unto man his several tribes and his various homes--the Lord of earth and the universal heaven, dwelt not in temples made with hands; that his presence, his spirit, was in the air we breathed;-our life and our being was with Him. Think you,' he cried, that the Invisible is like your statues of gold and marble? Think you that he needeth sacrifice from you: He who made Heaven and earth?' Then spake he of fearful and coming times, of the end of the world, of a second rising of the dead, whereof an assurance had been given to man in the resurrection of the mighty Being whose religion he came to preach.

"When he thus spoke, the long pent murmur went forth, and the philosophers that were mingled with the people muttered their sage contempt; there might you have seen the chilling frown of the Stoic, and the Cynic's sneer-and the Epicurean, who believeth not even in our own Elysium, muttered a pleasant jest, and swept laughing through the crowd; but the deep heart of the people was touched and thrilled; and they trembled, though they knew not why, for verily the stranger had the voice and majesty of a man to whom 'The Unknown God' had committed the preaching of His faith.

"Ione listened with wrapt 'attention, and the serious and earnest manner of the narrator betrayed the impression that he himself had received from one who had been among the audience, that on the hill of the Heathen Mars had heard the first tidings of the word of Christ!"

In chapter IV., vol. II., we have marked the subjoined beautiful dialogue :

"My son,' replied the old man, 'the days left to me on earth, are few and scanty; I employ them as becomes me, travelling from place to place, comforting those whom God has gathered together in his name, and proclaiming the glory of his Son, as testified to his servant.'

"Thou hast looked, they tell me, on the face of Christ?'

"And the face revived me from the dead: know, young proselyte to the true faith, that I am he of whom thou readest in the scroll of the apostle. In the far Judea and in the city of Nain, there dwelt a widow, humble of spirit and sad of heart, for of all the ties of life, one son alone was spared to her. And she loved him with a melancholy love, for he was the likeness of the lost. And the son died. The reed on which she leaned was broken-the oil was dried up in the widow's cruise. They bore the dead upon his bier, and near the gate of the city, when the crowd were gathered, there came a silence over the sounds of wo, for the Son of God was passing by. The mother, who followed the bier, wept not noisily, but all who looked upon her, saw that her heart was crushed. And the Lord pitied her, and he touched the bier, and said, 'I SAY UNTO THEE ARISE.' And the dead man woke and looked upon the face of the Lord. Oh! that calm and solemn brow! that unutterable smile-that care-worn and sorrowful face lighted up with a God's benignity! it chased away the shadows of the grave! I rose, I spoke-I was living, and in my mother's arms-yes, I am the dead revived! The people shouted; the funeral horns rang forth merrily; there was a cry, God has visited his people!' I heard them not: I felt, I saw nothing but the face of the Redeemer.'

"The old man paused, deeply moved; and the youth felt his blood creep and his hair stir. He was in the presence of one who had known the mystery of death.

"Till that time,' renewed the widow's son, I had been as other men, thoughtless, not abandoned; taking no heed but of the things of love and life; nay, I had inclined to the gloomy faith of the earthly Sadducee! But, raised from the dead, from awful and desert dreams, that these lips never dare reveal-recalled upon earth to testify the powers of Heaven-once more mortal, the witness of immortality; I drew a new being from the grave. Oh, fated-oh, lost Jerusalem! Him from whom came my life, I beheld adjudged to the agonized and parching death! Far in the mighty crowd I saw the light rest and glimmer over the cross; I heard the hooting mob-I eried aloud-I raved-I threatened; none heeded me; I was lost in the whirl and the roar of thousands! But even then, in my agony and his own, methought the glazing eye of the Son of man sought me out. His lip smiled, as when it conquered death; it hushed me, and I became calm. He who defied the grave for another, what was the grave to him? The sun shone aslant the pale and powerful features, and then died away! Darkness fell over the earth; how long it endured I know not. A loud cry came through the gloom, a sharp and bitter cry-and all was silent."

What follows, is contained in 'A letter from Glaucus to Sallust, ten years after the destruction of Pompeii.'

"You speak of the growing sect of the Christians in Rome. Sallust, to you I may confide my secret: I have pondered much over that faith-I have adopted it. After the destruction of Pompeii, I met once more with Olinthus-saved, alas! only for a day, and falling afterward a martyr to the indomitable energy of his zeal. In my preservation from the lion and the earthquake, he taught me to behold the hand of the unknown God! I listened-believed-adored! My own, my more than ever beloved Ione, has also embraced the creed! A creed, Sallust, which shedding light over this world, gathers its concentrated glory, like a sunset, over the next! We know that we are united in the soul, as in the flesh, for ever and for ever! Ages may roll on, our very dust be dissolved, the earth shrivelled like a scroll; but round and round the circle of eternity rolls the wheel of life, imperishable, unceasing! And as the earth from the sun, so immortality drinks happiness from virtue, which is the smile

upon the face of God! Visit me, then, Sallust; bring with you the learned scrolls of Epicurus, Pythagoras, Diogenes: arm yourself for defeat; and let us, amid the groves of Academus, dispute under a surer guide than any granted to our fathers, on the mighty problem of the true ends of life and the nature of the soul.'"

THE CAVALIERS OF VIRGINIA: or, the Recluse of Jamestown. An Historical Romance of the Old Dominion. By the author of 'The Kentuckian in New-York.' In two vols. 12mo. New-York: HARPER AND BROTHERS.

We have glanced over the sheets of a portion of these volumes, now passing through the press. The ground-work is formed of historical facts, connected with the early settlement of Virginia; and the essential events are traceable to the same source. The style is simple and unpretending—and the romance of history is well preserved. It will take, we think, a higher rank than 'The Kentuckian,' in point of interest, and finish of execution. We subjoin, as a fair specimen of the descriptive portions of the work, a portrait of the heroine :

"Late in the afternoon, towards the southwestern extremity of the beach, and outside of the palisade, a young and gentle creature, of most surpassing loveliness, moved thoughtfully along the sandy shore, and every now and then casting a wistful glance over the water, and as often heaving a gentle sigh, as a shade of girlish disappointment settled upon her blooming face. Her dress was simple, tasteful, and exquisitely appropriate to her style of beauty. She had apparently scarce passed her sixteenth birthday; and of course her figure was not yet rounded out to its full perfection of female loveliness. So much of her neck as was visible above a rather high and close cut dress, was of that pure, chaste, and lovely white which gives such an air of heavenly innocence to the budding girl of that delightful age. The face although exceeding the neck in the height, variety and richness of its coloring, was not disfigured by a single freckle, scar, or blemish. The features were generally well proportioned and suited to each other, the lips full and gently pouting, with a margin of as luxurious tinting as that with which nature ever adorned the first budding rose of spring, and when parted, as they often were, by the most gentle and naire laughter, displayed a set of teeth beautifully white and regular. Yet one could scarcely fasten the eye upon them for the admiration excited by the exquisite expression of the dimpled mouth, ever varying, and as it seemed, more lovely with each succeeding change. The motion of her eyes was so rapid that it was difficult to ascertain their color; but certain it is they were soft and brilliant, the latter effect produced in no small degree by long fair dewy lashes which rose and fell over the picture, as lights and shadows fall from the pencil of an inspired painter. The fair flaxen ringlets fell beneath the small gipsey hat in short thick curls, and were clustered around her brow, so as to form the most natural and appropriate shade imaginable to a forehead of polished ivory. She was about the medium height, symmetrically proportioned, with an exquisitely turned anckle and little foot, which now bounded over the beach with an impatience only surpassed by her own impetuous thoughts, as her eyes became intently riveted upon a moving spec upon the distant waters. The wild and startled expression, excited in the first moment of surprise, might now be seen merging into one of perfect satisfaction, as the distant object began to grow into distinct outlines at every plunge of the buoyant waves; her heart heaving its own little current to her face in perfect unison with their boisterous movements."

It was the lover of the damsel, who approached in a beautifullypainted canoe, with a curled and fantastic head;' but we must leave the scene of their meeting, and the thick-coming events which succeed its description to the imagination of the reader. It will not be long before his curiosity may be satisfied in the most authentic manner.

THREE YEARS IN THE PACIFIC; including notices of Brazil, Clule, Bolivia, and Peru.— By an Officer of the United States Navy. In one vol. 8vo. pp. 441. Philadelphia: CAREY, LEA, AND BLANCHARD.

We have experienced no ordinary pleasure, in the perusal of this volume-the result of observations made during two cruizes of about six years in the Pacific ocean, in the United States ships, Brandywine and Falmouth. The author informs us, in a brief and modest preface, that he 'has avoided obtruding himself upon the attention of the reader, and has indulged in but few reflections; being content to present naked facts, and allow each one to dress them for himself, and draw his own conclusions.' The good sense manifested in this, is in strong contrast with the blundering verbosity and the obtrusion of trifling individual affairs, and comments, which have formed prominent features in some recent volumes upon South America. The author is evidently a gentleman of ability, good education, taste, and judgment, and his description of the manners, customs, and peculiarities of our Southern brethren is in all respects worthy of commendation. As an officer of the United States Navy, he was enabled to mingle in Society, and to obtain information, relative to the public affairs of the country, etc., not accessible to, nor attainable by an unofficial traveller through those regions. To evident industry in the collection of facts elucidating the history of popular scenes and characters in South America, our author has added a shrewd observation of living manners. Moreover, his style is seldom flippant or diffusive. It is perspicuous, without being devoid of ornament; and whether he describes the ocean or a mountain-a lady's walking dress, or the habiliments of a muleteer, he is equally felicitous. Wherever he takes the reader with him, to see what he beholds, and experience what he enjoys-whether it be a bull-bait in Peru, a ride in a caleças,-smoking hogitas,-or holding a tête à tête with black-eyed damsels at a tertulia, he is sure to please. We take leave of the work, by commending it to the attention of the reader, satisfied that he will rise from its perusal with a full conviction of the justice of our encomiums.

THE LYRE AND SWORD OF CHARLES THEODORE KÖRNER, with a Life of the Author, and Extracts from his Letters. Translated from the German, by W. B. CHORLEY, Esq. In crimson silk, with a portrait: pp. 248. London, HAMILTON, ADAMS AND COMPANY. WE are indebted for an early and splendid copy of this volume, to our friend and correspondent, the Translator. Mr. Chorley is himself a scholar of deserved repute, in many languages besides the German; and his contributions to English literature have met with singular success. The rendering of Körner into this latter tongue, will add to his fame. He has infused a degree of spirit and beauty into the translation, which we could hardly have expected. The compound words in the German are so numerous, and their meaning so condensed, that we should deem it sometimes impossible to render it even tolerably. There is no proceeding, mot par mot; the compression is so striking in the original, that, to give

the whole meaning in English words, dilutes it into verbosity, and the concinnitas is lost. Mr. Chorley, however, has overcome these obstacles better than any of his contemporaries could have done. His introduction is modest and graceful,-the life of his subject is given with a pathetic aud beautiful succinctness ;—and much of the poetry is admirable. It could scarcely, we should think, read better in the German.

Körner was a young poet of great power and fire. He died in the very prime of manhood, fighting the battles of his country. His sister, a young, delicate creature, only seventeen, survived him merely long enough to complete most faithfully, his miniature from recollection, and to paint a design of the lyre and sword, encircled by a wreath of flowers, as the device for his monument. Now, they rest together in the grave. Mrs. Hemans has commemorated this touching event in an elegiac poem, of which we give the concluding stanza:

'Have ye not met ere now ?-So let those trust,

That meet for moments but to part for years;

That weep, watch, pray, to hold back dust from dust,—
That love where love is but a fount of tears.

Brother, sweet sister! Peace around ye dwell-
Lyre, sword, and flower, farewell!

JOURNAL OF THE ACADEMY OF NATURAL SCIENCES OF PHILADELPHIA, Vol. VII: Part 1: 1834 pp. 184. Philadelphia: P. GIBBONS.

WITH fourteen botanical and conchological embellishments, this excellent volume embraces a valuable amount of letter press illustrations, and mat. ter interesting to the lover of science. The two principal articles in the book are, first, a catalogue of a collection of plants made chiefly in the valleys of the Rocky Mountains, or Northern Andes, by Messrs. Wyeth and Nuttall second, a description of the rare indigenous plants of the United States, from the herbarium of the Academy of Natural Sciences in Philadelphia. Then follow papers on the tertiary and recent formations of the Southern States: on new tertiary fossils: analysis of coal; and a description of a new species of Hinnita, by T. A. Conrad, Esq., an indefatigable and most successful naturalist. The embellishment representing a new shell of this genus, named HINAITA POULSONI, is very beautiful,—its shading of purple and amber brown, being delicate, rich, and minute. In naming this shell, Mr. Conrad has done proper honor to the owner, CHARLES A. POULSON, Esq. a gentleman of Philadelphia, whose ardour in the pleasing study of conchology, is well repaid in the superb brilliancy of his collections of shells. They are profuse in number, and radiant in kind. Those who have surveyed these masses fantastic and fair-tinctured shapes, can be pardoned the enthusiasm of an expression that they have called forth, and which declares them to outshine all that we dream of Oman, Ormus, or of Ind.' It may well be questioned whether so splendid a cabinet of shells as that of Mr. Poulson can be found in our country. Larger ones there may be,-but none

more choice and brilliant.