been in readiness for our last number. We regret that in consequence of the press of matter we are compelled to defer it until September, when we hope to be able to give it an insertion. . . . THAT was most judicious advice which was given us at Niagara, by all means to take the Lake Ontario Route to Montreal. If you have not chanced to meet at Buffalo with the obliging agent, Mr. H. W. D. Brewster, drop in upon the rotund and courteous Niagara agent, Mr. E. BARBER, at his office near the Eagle,' and having purchased your ticket, proceed at once by rail' to Lewiston, place yourself on board of the large and home-like steamer' Niagara,' if she should be in port, and with Captain R. F. CHILD, (as competent a seaman and as obliging and attentive a commander as ever trod a deck,) pass down the Niagara to old Ontario, and accompany him to Rochester, busy Oswego, dull Sackett's-Harbor, well-built Kingston, and not-very-handsome Ogdensburgh, when you will take the British Queen,' under the capable Captain CHAMBERLAIN, who will steam you past the Thousand Islands,' over the 'Long Sault,'‹ The Cedar' Rapids and The Cascades,' to Lachine, where you take coach eight miles, to beautiful Montreal, the coachman dropping you at DONNEGANA's magnificent hotel about dusk on the evening of the third day after leaving Niagara. . . . THE paper upon ‘Northern Mythology,' in the present number, will arrest the attention and sustain the interest of the reader. It will be succeeded by an article on the 'Eddas of Iceland,' which will be found to be very attractive. From the same distinguished source whence we derive these valuable communications we expect soon to receive authentic sketches of 'Life in Sweden.' Proceeding from an accurate observer, in a position to be well acquainted with the men, manners, etc., of a country so little known in America, we anticipate for our readers a rare treat. . . . THE picturesqueness and beauty of the Thousand Islands' in the Saint Lawrence cannot be exaggerated. It needs an appreciative and practised observer, like Mr. HENRY J. BROWN, the accomplished second officer of the Niagara' steamer, for example, to indicate to the traveller the combinations of lovely views with which he himself has become familiar, and which he has taken to his heart. With these timely yet sudden and most agreeable surprises were we imbued with the very spirit of the scene; and to adopt the ellipsis of MILTON, it

'Can never from our heart.'

When we had taken a reluctant leave of the Niagara,' and the friendly officers who had made it a home to us, we entered the British Queen,' and with hearts' palpitating perplexedly,' were borne over the Long Sault,' over the hell of waters' of The Cedars,' and the snowy foam of The Cascades.' Every thing was new, and wore a foreign air to us. The houses of the evidently-happy habitans, at regular and narrow intervals, all along the left bank of the St. Lawrence; the carriage-trip from Lachine to Montreal, upon a fine road, whose left bank looked sheer down upon a rich champagne-landscape, such as we had supposed was only to be seen in a pictured panorama; the entrance to the Stone City, through a narrow street, and along such odd-looking, low steep-roofed dwellings as are not elsewhere to be seen in America; all these make an ineffaceable impression upon the observer. . . . Our correspondents (any and every where') must not expect us to answer all their letters, nor to pronounce at once upon all the articles sent us. It is a work of time to decide upon articles, and a matter of long time, frequently, to secure a place for accepted papers. The following references are to a few only of the communications received during our absence: The Court of Love' is accepted; Reünion,' 'First-Love Verses,' and 'Vestal Fame' are filed; A chapter on Fallacies' is welcomed to our

pages; J. C. S.'s poetical 'specimens' are not remarkable, and are respectfully declined; An Epistle' is very easy-running, natural verse, but quite too long for publication; A thrilling Ballad,'' Morning,' and 'Midnight-Musings of a Lone Student,' are under consideration. J. M. McK.,' of K- must not permit us to give him

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the trouble to supply that which, if accepted, might yet remain for a twelvemonth awaiting insertion. We appreciate his obliging intentions, however, and shall be glad to serve his interests. . . . WHETHER one enters Montreal by land from Lachine, or by water from Laprairie, the scene will be forgotten by no true lover of the picturesque. By the former, you go up Notre-Dame-street, past the vast cathedral, that other admirable structure, the new Montreal Bank, and the English Church, and are landed at DONNEGANA's, another imposing architectural ornament to the city, and as worthy of admiration for its interior as for its exterior; and this, as to the former, in a good many more senses than one. But of all that we saw, and felt, and enjoyed in Montreal; the kind courtesies we received, the pleasant acquaintances we formed, the friendships we renewed, we must speak from time to time, as they shal comen into the minde.' One thing we should not omit to say, for the benefit of our travelling readers, even now; and that is, that for a hotel, commend us to the superb establishment of DONNEGANA. It is a sanspareil. We were reading a proof-sheet the other afternoon (thanks to Mr. VAN WART) in the pilot-house of the commodious and swift-sure' 'Zephyr' steamer, (that blessing to all near-dwellers on the Hudson,) when we suddenly missed a bundle of copy. We had dropped it in hurrying to the boat. Of its contents we remember especially, Moluscous Musings,' 'The Love of the Beautiful,' and 'Some Thoughts on the American Tract Society's Crusade against the Sin of Dancing.' Perhaps the person who picked the packet up may be induced to attempt to use its contents. We should like to see him try it-we should! ONE word about Canada. We remember seeing, during the 'Patriot' war, when Liberty not only reigned but poured' on our northern frontier, frequent accounts of the marked disparity observable on the different sides of a dividing line between the American and English domain. Canada may then have been, as was represented, a poor God-forsaken country; but we should like to know now what would be thought of such admirably-built towns as Kingston, Brockville, etc., and of the general air of thrift and cultivation, in practical emulation of the American side, which the traveller sees along the Canadian border. As we were walking through Kingston, admiring its noble harbor, its superb architectural erections, and its long streets, in enduring stone; and especially, when we looked down from The Mountain' upon rich and picturesque Montreal, with its numerous and beautiful public edifices, we rejoiced that we were at peace with a province so near us, upon which, as upon the goodly possessions of a friend, we could look without envy or regret. . WHAT you want, S, is mountain air and exercise. 'General inertia,' forsooth; general fiddlestick! You can certainly get two or three days to go up to the Kaätskill Mountain-House; and while you are in town, you can surely take an hour or two of capital exercise at the cool retreat of Graves' AstorBowling Saloon,' in Vesey-street, near Broadway; the most extensive and well-ordered establishment of the sort in the world, and one which reflects honor (and health) upon the city. Try our prescription.' Ir any man doubts the influence of the externals of religious observance upon the mind, let him enter such a cathedral as that at Montreal, and sit down with its ten thousand worshippers, during the performance of High Mass. The vast space, the lofty galleries, the scores of officia-.

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ting priests and their attendants; and above all, the solemn, melting music, filling the great edifice, and lingering along the arches of the roof, as if loth to die, until one's heart and eyes overflow; who can experience all this, and not feel that a place may almost become religion?' The pictures; the massive crucifix; the altars, covered with votive offerings; the numerous confessionals; the chanting of the neatly-clad children in the aisles; all have their part in the great effect produced. Surely the Catholic religion can never cease to have new votaries while that 'first appeal which is to the eye' holds its influence over the heart. . . . INDIA-RUBBER is becoming a public benefactor. If any one, man or woman, doubts it, let him or her try one of 'Day's Patent Spring Boots.' Nothing comparable to it in close-fitting elegance and ease ever clasped our pedal extremities; and our lady-friends are all loud in their praise of the feminine article. . . . WE passed recently, on one of the loveliest days that ever shone upon the earth, from the northern to the extreme southern end of Lake Champlain; and we can no longer wonder at the enthusiasm which the surrounding scenery awakens in every beholder. Out of Switzerland there is not a more magnificent frame-work of God's heights' enclosing any body of water in the world. The towering Adirondack mountains of New-York, in every variety of form, on the right; the near and distant views of the two ranges of the Green Mountains of Vermont on the left, and the rich verdure of forest and cultivated field on either shore; these compose a variety of scenes so lovely, that we marvel much that COLE, or DURAND, or TALBOT, has not transferred some of them to canvass. Let us hope to see this want supplied in the next exhibition. ・・・ Wɛ think this, now, as touching love of country. A man who truly loves his own country must needs honor the man of another nation who loves his as well. We are an American; by ancestry, by birth, by feeling and affection. But when we were in Mr. SKERRETT's new and very handsome Theatre at Montreal, (the ever-young and always attractive WALLACK, with a good stock company, embracing many 'old familiar faces,' the SKERRETT'S, DYOTT, DE WALDEN, etc., from THE PARK,' were there,) and heard the enthusiasm which hailed 'GoD save the QUEEN,' by the entire company; or when we listened to the national airs upon the beautiful Champ-deMars,' or felt elsewhere, in refined provincial circles, the spirit which they awakened, do you suppose we did n't honor the loyal feeling displayed? We 'did n't do any thing else!' Nor can we think to-night of the wide-echoing rallying-cry which at this moment is heard from Ben Nevis to Ben More, welcoming the QUEEN of England to Scotland, without fancying that if we were there we might join in the chorus. Nor, so far as reciprocity or a lack of reciprocity of this feeling is concerned, do we care one straw. The simple question is, 'Need an American love his own country less, because he sees the people of another nation love theirs as fervently? And may he not pay a tribute to the 'amor-patriæ' principle, without surrendering his independence, or depreciating his own nationality? We say yes, because we think yes; but we interfere with no other man's opinion, American or English. . . . We trust that R. J. T.,' of C ———, (S. C.,) will believe that we sincerely and deeply sympa. thise with him in his 'sad loneliness.' But surely one so open as he himself evidently is to the influences of nature, cannot long be unhappy. Cheer up, man! The world is certainly not all flowers nor sunshine; but what then? Much of human suffering that arises from unchecked feeling may in a measure be averted. We who know it, say it.... R.'s 'Prose Poem' was received too late even for the most limited notice. We shall refer to it on another occasion, if it does n't become passé before we

have a chance.

We have one word to say to northern travellers returning Gotham-ward by the way of Saratoga from Lake Champlain. After traversing Lake George, (is there such another in the world?) visiting the commodious and luxurious 'Lake-House,' by our 'Honorable State Member,' Mr. SHERILL, and surveying the grand mountains thereabout which have found a tongue' to speak of famous events in our nation's stormy days; you may find yourself arriving at Whitehall, at night-fall. After partaking, at the 'Clinton House,' of an excellent supper and a nice bed, may it be your good fortune, as it was ours, to secure the quiet but most efficient aid of Mr. PARK, and an active coadjutor in the person of Mr. STEEVENS, to send you gliding deftly on the canal to 'DUNHAM's Basin,' and thence by swift and sure coach to Saratoga; where, at the sumptuous United States,' the polite and cordial MARVINS stand with open heart and arms to receive you. Nothing can be more agreeable and various than the route which, in the discharge of a pleasant duty to the public, we have indicated. . . SWELTERING one intensely hot day recently

at Montreal, although seated in the airiest apartment of DONNEGANA's beautiful hotel, we could not but long for a sight of our old friend Doctor JACOB RABINEAU's benevolent face, and a welcome to his luxurious Salt-Water Baths at the Battery, or those of his son HENRY (hot or cold) at Desbrosses-street and the Astor-House. How little do we appreciate the easily-accessible enjoyments of our city, until absence and distance deprive us of them! . . . We have a pamphlet, by Dr. MARTIN GAY, dated May twenty-ninth, 1847, claiming for Dr. C. T. JACKSON, of Boston, the discovery of the application of the 'Letheon,' or sulphuric ether, with quite an array of documents to that end; but we have also before us, in the Boston Medical and Surgical Journal' for the twenty-first of July, a letter from Dr. E. E. MARCY, an eminent physician of Hartford, (Conn.,) in which proof, by unimpeachable affidavit, is given, that to Mr. HORACE WELLS, of Hartford, is due the whole discovery of the fact, conceived and acted upon by him, that protoxide of nitrogen, when inhaled, possesses the property of destroying pain during surgical operations.' Now who shall decide when doctors disagree?'. . . АH! 'S. P. D.,' if we could but do ourselves the pleasure to come on to B, in fulfilment of our promise to the fayre ladye!' Observe how far we have travelled of late. But perhaps there is still the good time coming.' Let us at least hope so. ・ ・ ・ ONCE more upon our beloved Hudson! And as we speed over its tranquil bosom, in one of its noblest floating palaces, we drink in, and although for the thousandth time, with a new delight, the loveliness and grandeur of the scenery of its shores. No wonder that GEOFFREY CRAYON returned to it, after all his wanderings in distant lands, with a heart-felt preference for it over all the other rivers in the world; that he caught new life while bathing in its ample billows and inhaling the pure breezes of its hills.' Ever strait-forward, 'in simple, quiet, majestic, epic flow;' with 'no specious, smiling surface, covering the dangerous sand-bar or perfidious rock; but a stream deep as it is broad, and bearing with honorable faith the bark that trusts itself to its waves.' And in good keeping with the Hudson is such a steamer as the ISAAC NEWTON.' Its vast proportions; its sumptuously-furnished cabins; its long colonnades of ample and gorgeous state-rooms; the richness and abundance of all its appliances of luxury and comfort; including a table that would make APICIUS smack his lips; and last, although far from least, the ability, attention and courtesy of the captain and his officers; all these, as we have said, seem to belong to, certainly they are well associated with, our noble river. But let us to bed betimes; so that happily we may awake in the morning-gloaming, as

we pass by DoвB's, and look forth over the Tappaan-Zee upon the white mansion gleaming among the trees on the verdant bank, where repose the little people whose hearts shall bound as lightly within two hours as do those at this moment of the happily-returned wanderers. THE geological' paper of our New-Haven correspondent is quite too long, and not altogether suitable to our pages. The writer seems very fond of petrifactions: we wish he could see what we examined in the hospitable Judge ABBOTT's collection at Mackinaw; a petrified oak-knot, in the transition state. It was entirely stone outside, but deeper down it grew more and more woody. Curious, is n't it?' . . . THERE was a little gathering at the pretty and flourishing village of Saugerties, among the Kaätskills, the other day; mingling and combining, as part and parcel of that iron town, blast-furnace, dam-building, stream-bridging, and other citizens; among them, as a representative of literature, our friend KEESE, of 'Cooley, Keese and Hill.' Among the sentiments' was this: 'THE VILLAGE OF SAUGERTIES: May her furnaces be blasted and her streams be dammed ! This was at first thought to be rather impudent, but the people were not long in 'taking.'... THERE's something almost dreamy, now and then, that comes over us (as we sit scribbling or proof-reading,) about our recent trip. Vast lakes, of bluest water; hospitable western friends, with hearts as big as their lakes; lonely rivers, with picturesque Indians skimming over them in their birch canoes; rushing rapids and tumbling floods; speckled trout, dangling by a hair; pine groves, with their soft and soul-like sounds; these now, as we

— 'sit in reverie, and watch

The changing color of the waves that break
Upon the idle sea-shore of the mind,'

rise like a 'palpable vision' to the view. It is a late hour of a stormy night; and at this moment we can see the tall swarthy captain of 'The HENDRICK,' 'way out yonder,' say in Thunder-Bay, on the Huron, looking down from his eyrie into the pilothouse, with: How does she head?' 'No'th-east be-no'th, half-no'th.' 'Give her a p'int more west.' 'Ay-ay, Sir.' 'Handsomely.' 'Handsomely, Sir!'. . . Does the American Literary Emporium' pretend to be an original work? It has four uncredited articles in its last number which appeared originally in the KNICKERBOCKER... 'W.' is wrong. Mr. RICHARD GRANT WHITE is the author of the exposé of PUFFER HOPKINS' in the 'Courier and Enquirer.'

THE following New Publications have been received; but the prolonged stay of the EDITOR from town has prevented any other notice of them than this brief record of their titles: From Messrs. HARPER AND BROTHERS: SCHMIDTZ's History of Rome;' 'Men, Women and Books,' by LEIGH HUNT; RUSSELL'S 'New-York Class-Book ;' Louis the Fourteenth and the Court of France in the Seventeenth Century,' by Miss PARDOE;Boy's Summer Book,' 'The Good Genius,' etc. From Messrs. WILEY AND PUTNAM we have: CARTWRIGHT'S' Hints to Young Architects ;' LIEBIG'S 'Agricultural Chemistry;' 'Modern Painters,' by a Graduate of Oxford; TYLER'S Germana and Agricola of TACITUS;' an 'Alphabetical Drawing-Book,' and Parts Three and Four of 'GOETHE'S Autobiography.' Messrs. APPLETON AND COMPANY have published: "The Life of Mrs. GODOL PHIN, by JOHN EVELYN,' and 'ROWAN's Modern French Reader;' and we have also the following: WERNER'S 'Guardian Spirits, a Case of Vision into the Spiritual World,' published by JOHN ALLEN; 'Conversations in Rome, between an Artist, a Catholic, and a Critic,' by W. E. CHANNING; CROSBY AND NICHOLS, Boston. SMITH AND ZUMPT'S CÆSAR,' LEA and BLANCHARD, Philadelphia; DEWEY'S 'Discourses on the Nature of Religion, and on Commerce and Business, with Occasional Discourses ;' C. S. FRANCIS AND COMPANY. We acknowledge from J. R. R.' a copious and correct catalogue of the 'Delta-Phi Society,' including the names of our deceased members as well as those of the living. We have also the 'New-Englander' and Southern Quarterly' Reviews, and the Union Magazine,' to all of which we hope to refer hereafter.