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cursive as Thackeray's; but nobody he is now writing. Was there ever a ever thinks of skipping over Thack- more industrious author than Mr. Trol. eray's discursions and dissertations, as lope, and did ever author, industrious they do Mr. Trollope's. As Lamb said or otherwise, have more patient readers of Heywood, the dramatist, that he was than he ? There will be an end to their a sort of prose Shakespeare, it may be patience some day, probably; but, till said of Mr. Trollope that he is a dull that day comes, there will be no end to Thackeray. When he has a story to his novels, and, perhaps, not then. tell, he can tell it well enough, but the Fearful thought ! misfortune now is that often he has no

We cannot all be men of scistory to tell. He is Canning's knife- ence, but most of us can know somegrinder come back again, transformed thing about science, if we choose, by by education and habit into a writer of reading the popular hand-books of serials for English periodicals. What which it is the specialty. This could he knows most about is the life of Eng- not have been said with truth fifty years lish provincial towns, and the people he ago, for, though there were scientific is most at home among are the clergy hand-books then, which were as popuand their families. How many times lar, perhaps, as ours, they were often erwe have met the characters who figure roneous and generally worthless. Much in his last novel-The Vicar of Bull- that was sheer ignorance, or mere conhampton (Harper & Brothers)—it would jecture, has since become positive be difficult to say, but we seem to have knowledge. There was a time when known them ever since we have known this knowledge would have been shut Mr. Trollope as a novelist. It ought to up in a dead language, or, enfranchised cost him no trouble to write, for he into the vernacular speech, would yet always writes in the same fashion, and have remained the exclusive property about the same things. It cannot be of scholars; but that time is past, and said of his plots that one is better or it is now among the most valued intelworse than another, for his novels are lectual possessions of mankind. The without plots. There are incidents in French (as we may have observed bethem, and a languid movement, like fore) have done much towards encourthat of water in a windless day, but aging the spirit which has led to this nothing more. “The Vicar of Bull- happy result, and no recent writer bampton” may be summed up, by say- among them, more than M. Louis Fiing that a young lady is loved by two guier, who, if not a man of science gentlemen, A. and B. She does not himself (though he may be), is cerlove A., but does love B., and becomes tainly in communication with men of engaged to him. The engagement ceas- science, and an able exponent of their ing (no matter how, or why), she is en- views. He has published several volgaged to A., and is on the point of be- umes devoted to special branches of ing married to him, when she changes scientific knowledge, but none that has her mind and marries B. This is about interested more than his “L'Homme all there is of it. Other incidents occur Primitif,” of which Messrs. D. Applein the family of a dowr old miller (there ton & Co. have published an English is even a murder, and a trial of the translation,Primitive Man. Nothing murderers), but these are hardly of suffi- appeals so strongly to the imagination, cient importance to be mentioned, and in the shape of remote humanity, as his they have nothing whatever to do with subject, which is no less than the histhe stirring and eventful love-story we tory of man before History existed-the have dwelt upon at such length. To be history of Pre-Historic Man, as made sure, they are in it, but they might just and left by himself-deposited here in as well have been in an earlier novel of drift-beds, there in bone-caves and shellMr. Trollope's, or in the one-or rather heaps; now in the Stone Age, now in two, for that, we believe, is the number the Bronze Age, and, last of all, in the Age of Iron-more beneficent than the es. John is to take the bread from our Golden Age of the poets. It is M. Fi- mouths, as the Protectionists would guier's object to present an outline, not have us believe; shall we allow him to so much of what is conjectured, as what take the ballots from our hands, as Patis known, of man in these distant peri- rick has done? But if we are troubled ods of his progress towards civilization about John, who possesses, we must al

"an outline sufficient to afford a rea- low, some claims, of a primitive sort, to sonable working acquaintance with the be considered a civilized being, ought facts and arguments of the science to we not to be troubled about Nuklukahsuch as cannot pursue it further, and to yet tyone, Sakhniti, Red Leggings, and serve as a starting-ground for those who Anvik Stareek? They are Indians, of will follow it up in the more minute re- course — followers, perhaps, of Red searches of Nilsson, Keller, Lastet, Cloud, or Red Dog, or whoever it was Christy, Lubbock, Mortillet, Desor, that told us how displeased he was with Troyon, Gastaldi, and others." He has his White Father, and how fat he had been successful in this, if we may grown with the lies of his white brethjudge by the impression he has left ren. Not exactly; they are Alaskans— upon our minds; and a portion of his late subjects of His High Mightiness, success is owing to his illustrations, the Emperor of all the Russias, now, or which contribute largely to the scien- soon to be, the equals of Their Higher tific interest and value of his work. Mightinesses, the People of the United We refer more particularly to the imple- States. We must know all about them, ments and weapons of the Pre-Historic and their country. Of course; and the Man-flint-hatchets, knives, arrow-heads, means are within our power, in the shape &c.; the full-page drawings strike us as of a large octavo entitled Alaska and being altogether too ideal as regards the its Resources, by Mr. William H. Dall, forms and faces of the primitive races Director of the Scientific Corps of the they depict. However this may be, late Western Union Telegraphing Comthey are excellent as art-work, and they pany. It is as much a work as any of add to the pleasure we feel in making the plays of Ben Jonson (the reader will the acquaintance of our very remote recall old Ben's complacent epigram on ancestors.

this point); indeed, it is altogether too Not the least of the results which much of a work to be enjoyable to the the annexation of distant territories is critical mind, already jaded with the likely to bring upon us, will be the Pre-Historic Man and Mr. Trollope multitude of books that will spring up (neither light subjects for contemplaabout them like mushrooms. We shall tion); with the dazzling brilliancy of know all we want to concerning these · Mr. Reade and the infinite sweetness of national incumbrances, with the excep- George Sand, to say nothing of the option of the debts we have assumed, of pressive heat of the summer days. “In which it is just as well that we should the long cold nights of winter," as Macbe ignorant awhile, if we are to enjoy aulay sings, it might be play to read Mr. our whistles--and we shall know more Dall's volume, but now it is really work than we want to concerning their tribes merely to skim over it, which we confess and peoples, who are to share the suf- is all we have done. To parody the bon frage with us. We already object to mot of Choate on the Chief Justice-we the emigration hither of the Chinese, see that it is bulky in size, and we know the latest ripple of whose first wave is that it is crammed with facts— facts in now somewhere in the neighborhood of regard to the travels of the writer, and New England's great Blarney-Stone, facts in regard to the geography, history, Plymouth Rock, but our objection comes inhabitants, and resources, as well as the too late. John is making our shoes, population, fur-trade, meteorology, latiand it will not be long before he is tude and longitude, vocabularies, and making our coats, and hats, and watch- natural history of Alaska, besides a bibliography of works relating to it, of as was also Gay, whom all his friends, which there are upwards of one hundred even the cynical Swift, loved for his and fifty, in English, French, German, tenderness of heart. If names were of and Russian. We are absolutely be weight, the lovers of angling might juswildered by their number. We hope tify themselves and their art by the auMr. Dall's readers will fare better; for thority and practice of the greatest; but he has much to tell them about Alaska happily neither stand in need of justithat is worth knowing. His volume is fication with men of sense. As regards illustrated, not very elegantly, with the supposed cruelty of angling, the designs from his own drawings, and point on which the sentimentalists barp contains a good Map, and an Index. most, let us hear what a philosopher

To be gentle towards his fellows, says: “The hook is usually fixed in the and tender towards the brute creation, is cartilaginous part of the mouth, where the duty as it should be the pleasure of there are no nerves; and a proof that man; but as it is not his highest pleas- the sufferings of a hooked fish cannot be ure, so it is not his most imperative duty, great is fonnd in the circumstance, that —not the one duty, that is, to which all though a trout has been hooked and others must yield. Our first duty is to played with for some minutes, lie will ourselves. It seems selfish to say so, often, after his escape with the artificial but it is the law of nature, the law by fly in his mouth, take the natural fly, which all animated beings are governed, and feed as if nothing had happened ; and which can never be practically set having apparently learnt only from the aside by any system of ethics. We have experiment, that the artificial fly is not the greatest respect for the sentiment of proper food. And I have caught pikes Ilumanity, but for its sentimentality we with four or five hooks in their mouths, have none whatever. “You cruel man!” and tackle which they had broken off said a young lady to a butcher, "you are only a few minutes before; and the not going to kill that innocent little hooks seemed to have no other effect lamb ?" "Bless you, marm, you than that of serving as a sauce piquante, wouldn't eat it alive, would you?" urging them to seize another morsel of Miss was sentimental, but she was fond the same kind." This is the testimony of lamb, --when green peas were in of Sir Humphry Davy in his Salmonia, So probably was Leigh Hunt,

of which Messrs. Roberts Brothers have -most charming of writers, and most lately issued a new edition. It is a book humane of men; but in this matter he which we always read with pleasure, was something of a sentimentalist. As and never more than now when the reregards angling, for instance, he not only creation it celebrates is at its best. failed to sympathise with it as a sport, will not say that it is as delightful readbut he inveighed against it as a piece of ing as “The Compleat Angler," for no wanton cruelty. Harold Skimpole lover of honest old Izaak would admit would have done the same, and would that, but with that exception, it is the have eaten bis trout with an increased most enjoyable work on angling in the appetite, consequent upon the utterance language. As a piece of writing it is of a noble sentiment. Dr. Johnson better than Walton's immortal gossip, sneered at anglers, as every body knows, but it lacks a certain charm which Walbut it was not, we think, so much on ton possessed above all the writers of account of his tenderness of heart, as his time, and which is best described by because he was too near-sighted to make the word naturalness. He is simple and an angler. Byron was not a follower joyous as a child, if we can imagine a of the craft, though we remember to child with his knowledge and love of have read a remark of his in regard to natural objects, -and as much at home Wordsworth, to the effect that he was among them as the dew that lingered in not a poet, because he was not a fisher- the fields he crossed, the wind that charm man. Coleridge was both, we are told, him with a sense of its freshness, or the




son that looked down so lovingly on all. sublime kind of exercise, always rising, The sun shines, the wind blows, the till they became mere points in the air, dow is wet on his pages. Sir Humphry and the young ones were lost, and afteris more studied, as perhaps becomes a wards their parents, to our aching sight." philosopher, but not less genuine in his Of the value of Sir Humphry's volume enthusiasm for nature. He had the feel- as a handbook, experienced anglers are ing of a poet, but he wanted expression the only competent judges; we only in poetry. A marked proof of this is a know that it has always interested is passage in his “Fourth Day," descrip- more as a contribution to natural history tive of a pair of eagles teaching their than the treatises of Walton and Cotton, young to fly, of which passage there are and that we believe its learned author two readings, the first in verse, the

to have been a more accurate student second, and best, in prose.

"Two of nature than either. The same pubparent eagles were teaching their off- lishers also issue a new edition of Sir spring,-two young birds, the maneu- Humphry Davy's Consolations in Travel, vres of flight. They began by rising which, if not so well known as “Salfrom the top of a mountain in the eye monia,” as we believe is the case, is a of the sun; it was about midday, and book to be read and cherished by all bright for this climate. They at first who have thought and suffered. As it made small circles, and the young

birds was his latest work,-composed during imitated them; they paused on their a period of bodily indisposition, as the wings, watching till they had made their Advertisement rather stifly informs us, first flight, and then took a second and and concluded at the very moment of larger gyration,-always rising towards the invasion of his last illness, it is grave, the sun, and enlarging their circle of not to say melancholy; but it is hopeful, flight so as to make a gradually extend- nevertheless, as should be the meditation ing spiral. The young ones still slowly of a philosopher to whom the Universe followed, apparently flying better as source of counsel and consolathey mounted ; and they continued this tion.

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“The New Education,” so earnestly best bereafter, will not this be accomdiscussed in this country for many plished most thoroughly by giving him years past, attracts more and more a complete general education, rather than attention in Europe. The question, by narrowing his mind to that work may be stated thus: Shall the course alone? Subordinate to these general inof instruction in schools and colleges be quiries, on which men differ so widely, continued with the direct aim of devel- is the more special question of the value oping and refining the mental powers of the ancient languages as instruments of of the student as a whole, or shall mental training. But it is certain that, its aim be to train him directly for the theory apart, in practice Latin and Greek particular work he is expected to do? are rapidly receding, in every country, This, at least, is the first question; but before science. In Great Britain tho many others arise afterwards. Admit cul- classicists still have control of the uni. ture, not skill, to be the prime end in versities; and Parliament has just raised view, and will it be best attained by Owen College, in Manchester, to the seeking it directly, or by accepting it as rank of a university, strengthening this an incident while earnestly seeking to be party by giving them a new and im. an efficient workman? Or, on the other proved hot-house for the cultivation of hand, admitting that a boy ought always their intellectual exotics. But even in to be trained so as to do his special work the iversities, the scientific spirit


creeps in. One new classical professor as in European nations: and in many is added at Manchester, but he is called practical questions concerning it, the “Professor of Comparative Grammar;" opinion of the ablest jurist is little more one proof in many that classical learning than a guess as to the probable inclinais silently losing its literary and au- tion of a particular court. Copyright thoritative character, and taking its place agreements and interests, too, are treated in the system of sciences, as a branch of in practice with a looseness which would general philology. In short, the move- not be tolerated in connection with any ment of the times is scientific. In an- other property. The question of interother respect, the Manchester University national copyright attracts much attenis interesting; as not identified with the tion in Europe of late. The experiment Church of England, like Oxford or Cam- of the laws protecting foreign authors bridge, but affording equal privileges to and translations from them in England all religious creeds.

is regarded as a success.

But a strong Richard Cobden's speeches have and growing party in all Western Eubeen collected in two handsome volumes, rope advocates the gradual abolition of by John Bright and Prof. Harold Rogers copyright, or at least important limita(London, Macmillan & Co.). Their liter- tions of it. Mr. John Camden Hotten, ary merit is as speeches only; they con- the well known bookseller, has made a tain no finished passages for elegant special study of this subject, and is about prose extracts, but are printed much as to publish a volume on “Literary Copythey were spoken, hitting the point right, considered in its relations to aubefore the speaker every time in direct thors and to the public.” We do not know and often homely words. Many of them, what his conclusions are; but a candid on India, Parliamentary Reform, the and intelligent inquiry into the principles Russian War, and other subjects of no on which copyright is founded, such as special interest in this country, are chief- Mr. Hotten ought to write, will be an imly valuable to students of history, or of portant contribution to the progress of Cobden himself. But the first volume the controversy. is filled with those splendid attacks on

A formidable enterprise, under protective legislation, and on the tra- the title, “ Haydn's Universal Index of ditional errors of British finance, which Biography, from the Creation to the may be said to have once revolutionized Present Time” (London, E. Moxon & public opinion in England, but which Co.), although it has nothing to do have not yet done all their work. No bet- with Haydn, who died long ago, affords ter tract for popular distribution in this a valuable skeleton of a biographical country could be found by the friends dictionary, more complete in its list of of free trade and equal taxation than names than any other in existence. It could be made up out of these speeches. has common note of all British work in The noble words in which Cobden per: displaying wonderful ignorance of men sistently defied the prejudices of his na- and things in America; but, apart from tion, declared that the patriotism of the this, contains some hint of what every American people during the late war illustrious man, and nearly every emiwas “one of the most sublime spectacles nent man, in known history, will be rein the history of the world," and pre- membered for; with thousands of condicted the preservation of union, will also temporary names which ought to be, be found preserved here, and will make and will be, forgotten. An American Cobden's memory dear to many genera. edition ought to be edited by some one tions on this continent.

who could put the additions necessary - There are few subjects so much for this country in half the space saved, discussed, which seem to be so superfi- by abandoning the aim, so common cially studied, as the principles of copy- with compilers of such books, of miti

, right. The law of copyright is in utter gating the pangs which obscurity gives confusion, in the United States as well to so many nobodies.

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