emotion; and the look of his eye, the gurgling in his throat, and a heavy sigh, which must have come from the very bottom of his shell, said as plainly as ever a Green Turtle spoke in the world: Friend, reverse me, for Pity's sake! Give me a chance for my life! I will do you as good a turn, if I ever find you on your back, with a label on your breast, setting forth that you are going to 'get into a stew' the next day! For one moment we thought of liberty,' and heartily wished he might get it' and he would have obtained it, too, if he had the same chance that a fellowTestudo had, with his English captors, as described by Hook. It seems they were conveying a turtle in a boat on the river Tay, when somebody suggested the convenience of a sea-bath, and the refreshment the creature might derive from a taste of its native element. Accordingly Testudo was lifted over the side, and indulged with a dip and a wallop in the wave, which actually revived it so powerfully, that from a playful flapping with its fore-fins it soon began to struggle most vigorously, like a giant refreshed with brine. In fact, it paddled with a power which, added to its weight, left no alternative to its guardian but to go with it or without it. The event soon came off. The man tumbled backward into the boat, and the turtle plunged forward into the deep. There was a splash; a momentary glimpse of the broad back-shell; the waters closed, and all was over-or rather under. ・ ・ ・ I have read,' writes a correspondent, who himself occasionally dabbles in Helicon,' 'the piece in your last number touching the Mohawk,' by H. W. ROCKWELL. But for an occasional roughness in the numbers, it would be a gem. Was there ever any thing more beautiful than this passage?

I have read and re-read things I ever saw.' ·

this passage a dozen times, and I think it one of the finest Do you know of any thing, reader, more inspiriting than the pure, fresh, unalloyed, innocent Laughter of Children, in those moods when they seem like birds, created to be glad?' There it swells again! That laugh bubbled strait up from the heart of Young KNICK.,' who with his little companion up on the breezy hill-side that overlooks the Hudson, is

6

TURNING to mirth all things of earth,
As only boyhood can.'

Is n't it a little strange, that with that ringing laugh by-gone images and scenes of early life have stolen into the musing mind of 'Old KNICK.,' like breezes blown from the spice islands of Youth and Hope, those two realities of this phantom-world? Some animal-magnetist will by and by take out a patent for a Mental Daguerreotype, which shall reflect the inland region of the soul.' If we are extant at that time, we can promise quite a varied dish of Improved Gossip.' · THE 'North British Review for August gives the following specimen of national vanity. In speaking of the progress of science, it says: 'KEPLER's laws are engraved on the planetary heavens. NEWTON will never cease to be named while satellites revolve and terrestrial bodies fall; and while NEPTUNE bears his trident across the firmament, the fame of ADAMS and LE VERRIER will endure. The electro-magnetic power which speeds over the globe the telegraphic despatch, will carry the name of WHEatstone to the most distant terminus in space or time.' Is n't that a pretty piece of assumption! and this too in a review claiming to be unco gude?' It is certainly unfortunate for the pride of England, that in the discovery of the hieroglyphical characters of Egypt 48

VOL. XXX.

CHAMPOLLION anticipated YOUNG; the telegraph of MORSE (which till something shorter than a line or more simple than a dot is discovered will exceed all other telegraphic signs,) preceded that of WHEATSTONE, which when compared with the telegraph of our country is as the speed of a dray-horse following the far-famed ECLIPSE; and last of all, the splendid discovery of LE VERRIER superseded the labors of Adams. The reviewer seems determined to secure for his country the glory of priority in the discovery of DAGUERRE. He states that Mr. WEDGEWOOD, in 1792, made some progress in taking profiles by the agency of light upon nitrate of silver, but it resulted in nothing. The subject lay dormant till the announcement by ARAGO to the French Academy and the world. Then we hear of HENRY FOX TALBOT, of Laycock Abbey, and his experiments on paper made highly sensible to the action of the sun's rays, in a way similar to the method of DAGUERRE. We have seen several specimens of the Talbotype, as it is called in England, of views taken by himself. For landscapes this does very well, but for likenesses the Talbotype thus far is a dead failure. The Daguerreotype was soon naturalized among us, and the perfectibility of the art has gone on rapidly advancing in this country. Our miniatures far surpass, by superior manipulation and skill, those taken in Paris or London; perhaps our skies are more propitious than either of those countries; but the fact is so. A friend recently returned to this city has assured us that those now taken at HAAS's and at CLARKE'S "National Gallery,' in this city, have never been equalled elsewhere. In the same year that DAGUERRE made his discovery, M. FIZEAU discovered the Electrotype; a subject which had occupied the attention of M. BEQUEREL, in France, and M. JACOBI, in Russia; but to which England, for a wonder, has made no claim. In this new process metals are precipitated from their solution by the action of electricity, so as to make a copy so perfect of medals and bassi-relievi as to render it impossible to decide which was the original and which the copy, did we not know previously of what metals they were respectively made. Those miracles of art, the cameos and medallions of ancient sculpture, are thus copied and multiplied, and may be added to the collections of art at prices cheap in contrast to the cost of the originals, if indeed they were to be purchased at any price. These copies are now being made in this city, and may be seen at DIACON's Dépôt of French Mechanical Lamps,' No. 377 Broadway, where several beautiful specimens of antiques and modern art are exhibited. Any one possessing cameos, medals, or bas-reliefs, can have duplicates made without the least possible injury to the originals. This to some of our readers is a matter of much interest and value. Our friend DIACON has also some splendid additions to his stock in porcelain and bronze castings, which are as graceful as they are artistique. Those who have followed our example and advice in adopting these lamps will, we are assured, never regret it; and those who have not, are yet to know the luxury of lamps which never burn dim,' and which combine the perfection of light with the greatest economy of oil. .The Greek War,' so far as the KNICKERBOCKER is concerned, ends with the present number. It seemed to us but fair that 'C. A. B.' should be permitted to reply, in an article of five pages, to one of ten against him; and here the combatants must rest. Apropos of this controversy comes the following epigram from a favorite contributor:

...

"T 18 little marvel that the classics' fight,

In stout contempt of certain scathe and scar;

'Tis but the genuine old Hellenic spite:

When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war!'

There have been some wounded but none 'killed' in this battle... Оs, no; it is not

so!' was our exclamation, after reading ‘The Dream of Life,' which has certainly much literary merit, but goes altogether too far in its assumptions. Here is our creed: 'Look into life and watch the growth of the soul. Men are not what they seem to the outward eye; mere machines moving about in customary occupations; productive laborers of food and wearing apparel; slaves from morn to night at task-work set them by the Wealth of Nations. They are the children of GoD. The soul never sleeps; not even when its wearied body is heard snoring by people living in the next street. All the souls now in this world are for ever awake; and this life, believe us, though in moral sadness it has often been rightly called so, is no dream. In a dream we have no will of our own, no power over ourselves; ourselves are not felt to be ourselves; our familiar friends seem strangers from some far-off country; the dead are alive, yet we wonder not; the laws of the physical world are suspended, or changed, or confused by our phantasy; Intellect, Imagination, the Moral Sense, Affection, Passion, are not possessed by us in the same way we possess them out of that mystery. Were life a dream, or like a dream, it would never lead to Heaven. Again then we say to you,' Look into life and watch the growth of the soul.' In a world where the ear cannot listen without hearing the clank of chains, the soul may yet be as free as if it already inhabited the skies. For its MAKER gave it LIBERTY OF CHOICE OF GOOD OR OF EVIL; and if it has chosen the good, it is a King. All its faculties are then fed on their appropriate food provided for them in nature. The soul then knows where the necessaries and the luxuries of its life grow, and how they may be gathered; in a still sunny region, inaccessible to blight; 'no mildewed ear blasting his wholesome brother.' . . . We believe we alluded some years ago in these pages, to the propensity which ostentatious uneducated persons manifest to interpolate superfluous letters in certain words, to add a grace to the sound of them; such, for example, as 'What a fine forward' that lady has, and what a beautiful burst!' 'The road was very dursty, but there came up a violent thunder-gurst, and it laid the durst completely.' We lately heard an affected young woman remark, of a fine bearing'shag-bark' walnut-tree, that 'it was a very lurge terree, and bore a great quantity of sheg-be-irk nurts! The orthoëpical innovation was new, and somewhat striking.... Do us the favor to observe:' Have not you encountered, reader, more than once, a person of kindred character with the man who sat to the good Sir THOMAS OVERBURY for this portrait? We have: 'He is ignorant of nothing, no not of those things where ignorance is the lesser shame. He gets the names of good wits, and utters them for his companions. He confesses vices that he is guiltless of, if they be in fashion, and dares not salute a man in old clothes, or out of fashion. There is not a public assembly without him, and he will take any pains for an acquaintance there. He handles nothing that is not rare, and defends his wardrobe, diet, and all customs, with entitling their beginnings from princes, great soldiers and strange nations. He dares speak more than he understands, and adventures his words without the relief of any seconds. He relates battles and skirmishes as from an eye-witness, when he thievishly beguiled a ballad of them.' . . . THE professional similes of Elder T -, in your last number,' writes a pleasant friend, 'remind me of the criticism of a gamester in England upon NAPOLEON. 'BONAPARTE,' said he, one day at CROCKFORD'S, BONAPARTE did n't play his cards well; for although at one time he had almost all the kings, queens and knaves in the pack, he got nothing, either by honors or tricks, and was put to his trumps' at last.' AH! friend 'D' if we had less busy-bodyism to sustain, we would cheerfully accept your

CHAMPOLLION anticipated YOUNG; the telegraph of MORSE (which till something shorter than a line or more simple than a dot is discovered will exceed all other telegraphic signs,) preceded that of WHEATSTONE, which when compared with the telegraph of our country is as the speed of a dray-horse following the far-famed ECLIPSE; and last of all, the splendid discovery of LE VERRIER superseded the labors of Adams. The reviewer seems determined to secure for his country the glory of priority in the discovery of DAGUERRE. He states that Mr. WEDGEWOOD, in 1792, made some progress in taking profiles by the agency of light upon nitrate of silver, but it resulted in nothing. The subject lay dormant till the announcement by ARAGO to the French Academy and the world. Then we hear of HENRY FOX TALBOT, of Laycock Abbey, and his experiments on paper made highly sensible to the action of the sun's rays, in a way similar to the method of DAGUERRE. We have seen several specimens of the Talbotype, as it is called in England, of views taken by himself. For landscapes this does very well, but for likenesses the Talbotype thus far is a dead failure. The Daguerreotype was soon naturalized among us, and the perfectibility of the art has gone on rapidly advancing in this country. Our miniatures far surpass, by superior manipulation and skill, those taken in Paris or London; perhaps our skies are more propitious than either of those countries; but the fact is so. A friend recently returned to this city has assured us that those now taken at HAAS's and at CLARKE'S 'National Gallery,' in this city, have never been equalled elsewhere. In the same year that DAGUERRE made his discovery, M. FIZEAU discovered the Electrotype; a subject which had occupied the attention of M. BEQUEREL, in France, and M. JACOBI, in Russia; but to which England, for a wonder, has made no claim. In this new process metals are precipitated from their solution by the action of electricity, so as to make a copy so perfect of medals and bassi-relievi as to render it impossible to decide which was the original and which the copy, did we not know previously of what metals they were respectively made. Those miracles of art, the cameos and medallions of ancient sculpture, are thus copied and multiplied, and may be added to the collections of art at prices cheap in contrast to the cost of the originals, if indeed they were to be purchased at any price. These copies are now being made in this city, and may be seen at DIACON's' Dépôt of French Mechanical Lamps,' No. 377 Broadway, where several beautiful specimens of antiques and modern art are exhibited. Any one possessing cameos, medals, or bas-reliefs, can have duplicates made without the least possible injury to the originals. This to some of our readers is a matter of much interest and value. Our friend DIACON has also some splendid additions to his stock in porcelain and bronze castings, which are as graceful as they are artistique. Those who have followed our example and advice in adopting these lamps will, we are assured, never regret it; and those who have not, are yet to know the luxury of lamps which never burn dim,' and which combine the perfection of light with the greatest economy of oil. The Greek War,' so far as the KNICKERBOCKER is concerned, ends with the present number. It seemed to us but fair that 'C. A. B.' should be permitted to reply, in an article of five pages, to one of ten against him; and here the combatants must rest. Apropos of this controversy comes the following epigram from a favorite contributor:

"T 18 little marvel that the classics' fight,
In stout contempt of certain scathe and scar;
"T is but the genuine old Hellenic spite:

'When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war!'

There have been some wounded but none 'killed' in this battle.

so!' was our exclamation, after reading 'The Dream of Life,' which has certainly much literary merit, but goes altogether too far in its assumptions. Here is our creed: 'Look into life and watch the growth of the soul. Men are not what they seem to the outward eye; mere machines moving about in customary occupations; productive laborers of food and wearing apparel; slaves from morn to night at task-work set them by the Wealth of Nations. They are the children of GoD. The soul never sleeps; not even when its wearied body is heard snoring by people living in the next street. All the souls now in this world are for ever awake; and this life, believe us, though in moral sadness it has often been rightly called so, is no dream. In a dream we have no will of our own, no power over ourselves; ourselves are not felt to be ourselves; our familiar friends seem strangers from some far-off country; the dead are alive, yet we wonder not; the laws of the physical world are suspended, or changed, or confused by our phantasy; Intellect, Imagination, the Moral Sense, Affection, Passion, are not possessed by us in the same way we possess them out of that mystery. Were life a dream, or like a dream, it would never lead to Heaven. Again then we say to you,' Look into life and watch the growth of the soul.' In a world where the ear cannot listen without hearing the clank of chains, the soul may yet be as free as if it already inhabited the skies. For its MAKER gave it LIBERTY OF CHOICE OF GOOD or of EVIL; and if it has chosen the good, it is a King. All its faculties are then fed on their appropriate food provided for them in nature. The soul then knows where the necessaries and the luxuries of its life grow, and how they may be gathered; in a still sunny region, inaccessible to blight; 'no mildewed ear blasting his wholesome brother.' . . . We believe we alluded some years ago in these pages, to the propensity which ostentatious uneducated persons manifest to interpolate superfluous letters in certain words, to add a grace to the sound of them; such, for example, as What a fine 'forward' that lady has, and what a beautiful burst!' 'The road was very dursty, but there came up a violent thunder-gurst, and it laid the durst completely.' We lately heard an affected young woman remark, of a fine bearing'shag-bark' walnut-tree, that it was a very lurge terree, and bore a great quantity of sheg-be-irk nurts!' The orthoëpical innovation was new, and somewhat striking.... Do us the favor to observe:' Have not you encountered, reader, more than once, a person of kindred character with the man who sat to the good Sir THOMAS OVERBURY for this portrait? We have: He is ignorant of nothing, no not of those things where ignorance is the lesser shame. He gets the names of good wits, and utters them for his companions. He confesses vices that he is guiltless of, if they be in fashion, and dares not salute a man in old clothes, or out of fashion. There is not a public assembly without him, and he will take any pains for an acquaintance there. He handles nothing that is not rare, and defends his wardrobe, diet, and all customs, with entitling their beginnings from princes, great soldiers and strange nations. He dares speak more than he understands, and adventures his words without the relief of any seconds. He relates battles and skirmishes as from an eye-witness, when he thievishly beguiled a ballad of them.'. . . THE professional similes of Elder T—, in your last number,' writes a pleasant friend, remind me of the criticism of a gamester in England upon NAPOLEON. 'BONAPARTE,' said he, one day at CROCKFORD'S, BONAPARTE did n't play his cards well; for although at one time he had almost all the kings, queens and knaves in the pack, he got nothing, either by honors or tricks, and was put to his trumps' at last.' . AH! friend 'D' if we had less busy-bodyism to sustain, we would cheerfully accept your