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OUR PARIS CORRESPONDENCE.
Paris, Oct. 13, 1859.
A tout seigneur toute houneur ! To begin with
Majesty. The Emperor did make a little speech
at Bordeaux after all; not after dinner, for, as
I foretold last week, there was no banquet, but
at the Archbishop’s, in reply to an address in
which that reverend gentleman pressed very
strongly upon his auditor the importance of res
toring and securing to the Vicar of Jesus Christ
his kingdom of this world. The remarks of
Archbishop Donnet were more polite in terms
than the mandements, protests and letters in
which the French bishops for the past three
weeks have published their political views on
the Italian Question; being a gentleman and in
presence of the Emperor, he indulges rather in
a complimentary and hopeful tone, on a theme
where his brethren lately are playing in so re
markable a manner the role of alarmists and
agitators. His Eminence did not threaten Louis
Napoleon with Heaven’s vengeance, as some of
them have ventured pretty directly to do, in the
case that he should not confirm the “integrity
of the Pope’s temporal power,” but rather went
on the supposition that, as a matter of course,
no such case could occur. This was sufficiently
ingenious rhetoric, but his auditor was neither
to be wheedled nor Seared into a premature de
finition of fcis position. The general movement
of the high clergy in France, aud indeed through
out Europe, and which seems to be a concerted
one, against the rights of the Romagnols in par
ticular and, by logical connection, against the
rights of the Italian people generally, in favor
of the unjust privileges of the bayonet-propped
Pope and the renegade Dukes, is one of the
most interesting phenomena of the time, deserv
ing and attracting the studious curiosity of all
observers oft current history. No eye is less
sfikely to overlook its importance or miss any of
it& developements as the singularly penetrating
and singularly sleepy-looking eye of Louis Na
poleoN A far stronger motive than the curiosity
of an historical student, keeps him wide awake.
WatchingWhal is of his specialties, as the
French say -\oother is a rare talent at what, to
force words a \ttle, might be styled reticent
speech-making. Rig very clever response to
Monseigueur DonneLdast Tuesday, is an Apt in
stance in that kind/\The amount of it is:
“ Thank your ReverenceW complimenting my
good intentions, and at theyame time recogniz
ing the difficulties in the wVu of laying down
such paving-stones in the prev n t condition of
the Roman soil; [here he quiteVout-rlietorises
the clergyman, making him say, bvsinferenee, a
great deal more than he did or meant* o say, in
fact] shows better taste and judgnVjt as a
churchman than to excite useless alai\- [as
those other bishops, without respect for\ieir
own cloth, are doing,] have the firm hope that
the glory of the Church will become more rev
TMW, EmTWEMM WSUJ MMB YX3BU6BX3IS.
splendent as soon as the rest of the world shall
share my conviction that the temporal power.of
the Holy Father is not opposed to the liberty
and independence of Italy; [must have/so»e
reforms then—really must, you see— old
idea of mine ;] cannot enlarge just ijAw ru this
point, but will remind you to think.«'hab in your
own opinion, will become of the Dope when, as
one of these approaching days I must and shall,
■Trops Rome ? V hen
e behind it anarchy,
ral questions, which
recognize and still j
ry layman of sense
e these ten years!]
satisfactory answer
n an appeal to ar
search after truth,
will enlighten the
ie wise exercise of
snt of -their duties,
ind courtesy this,]
fdonV ouljt that your Reverence’s prayers will
i be rfofltable to the Empress, Self, and Son."
i \ sensible speech, under the circumstances
1 ,s sensible and satisfactory as could be asked
I for. That at least is the judgment passed on it,
I think, by thoughtful men. Thoughtless ones
are disappointed that the speaker did not declare
more openly for or against the Pope and the
Revolution. They forget a number of things
that history and common sense have been teach
ing them; as, for example, that in the long
struggle between Evil and Good which makes
up the world's history, from its first outbreak in
the Garden of Eden' downward through time,
neither principle has ever suddenly made an ab
solute, indisputably complete conquest; that
there is no rational probability in the present
case that either the Pope or the Revolution, the
Retrogrades or the Progressists, will triumph to
their hearts’ content; that Louis Napoleon,
with all his ability and controlling power, is not
omnipotent. Louis Napoleon does not forget
these things. He does not forget the warning
of his Uncle’s career—who did forget, and, made
insane by prodigious success, misthought him
self a man, stronger than men, and so rushed,
with pampered, obstinate will, headlong against
Destiny.
The late Italian campaign, despite its unpar
alleled series of victories, closed with a bitter
disappointment to its leader. The interruption
of his programme was an unlooked-for defeat of
his purposes. The triumphal march from the
right bank of the Ticino to the left bank of the
Mincio, was to me a much less impressive proof
of his real strength, than the tolerably frank
confession of his disappointment that it must
stop at Valeggio, which he made at St. Cloud.
And here, mon cher Redacteur, let me repeat
that my recognition of tho man’s ability has
nothing whatever to do with my respect (?) for
the man. •
So far as we can learn from the report of patent
facts, and the tangled, contradictory report
of supposed and conjectured facts, the cause of
partial Italian independence, that is the cause
of Piedmontese aggrandisement —which is not
exactly the same thing, alas! as the cause
of Italian Liberty, but is the only actual,
apparent, practical tendency in that di
rection —is in away of hopeful progress. Napo
leon seems to hold consistently enough to his
two engagements to Austria and Italy ; get the
Dukes recalled, if you can; [you can’t!] restor
ed by force they shall not be. Annexation is
going on, practically, every day. The assassi
nation by the Parmesan mdb of that wretched
brute, Col. Auviti, has created a great sensa
tion hero and in Italy. Both parties, tho cleri
cal, legitimist, retrogrades and the literal, revo
lutionists, progressists, have tried and are trying
to make “ political ” capital out of the lamenta
ble event. Their efforts just about balance each
other. Auviti, you know, was chamberlain of
the late equally brutal wretch, Charles Third,
Duke of Parma, who was likewise assassinated
in his own capital some years ago. He was the
ready executor of his corrupt master’s tyrannic
orders, and the superserviceable minister to his
debaucheries, filling with equal zeal and vigor
the double function of pimp and hangman.—
Last Wednesday week this Auviti made
the foolhardy venture to return, in disguise, to
Parma. He was recognized, torn from the pro
tection of the police by an infuriate mob, shot,
dragged though the streets a lifeless corpse, and
his head paraded on a pike. You see, it was
the reign of Terror back again ; you guess what
use the retrogrades were eager to make of the
incident. No matter what were the crimes of
Count Auviti, no matter how “ natural” his vio
lent death, tho form it took, in the actual con
dition of things, was a fearful political blunder.
Happily, the French and Sardinian, and provis
ional Parmesan governments, and all the organs
of liberalism had taken the just view of the
case, aud have thereby taker, the wind out of the
sails of those who hoped to “exploit” it, to the
benefit of the reaction. The Sardinian Govern
ment has shrewdly taken the occasion to press
more earnestly on the cabinets of Europe, the
importance of instituting a regulated strong ad
ministration in place of the provincial dictator
ships that now govern the States of Central
Italy.
So that, on the whole, this lamentable inci
dent has come to augment, rather than diminish
the probability which I have, I think, mentioned
in previous letters, of a practical annexation of
the Duchies by the Sardinian government. In
an able memorandum addressed to the European
Powers, the Sardinian minister of Foreign Af
fairs ingeniously argues that such occurrences
can be best prevented by a strong, regular gov
ernment.
The knot of the difficulty is now in the Ro
magna, whose inhabitants are so slightly im
pressed by the terrors of the Papal thunder, that
they have just provoked new fulminations by
electing new officers to new revolutionary of
fices.
The Conferences of Zurich, that were to have
closed before this with some sort of paper trea
ties, to show as the result of their labors, persist
in not closing.
There is talk always of immir ent battle between
the Romagnols and Modenese on one side, and the
Papal troops, seconded by the Modenese Duke’s
mercenaries, and the Neapolitan, on the other.
lam inclined, even in the face of Garibaldi’s
proclamations, not to put much faith in such talk.
Naples and the Pope have enough to do to hold
their own, and the unlucky old ex-duke of Mo
dena would have a great deal more than enough
to do in attempting to recover what is not his
own.
To change the subject entirely. Three weeks
ago, I was walking through the finest vineyards
of Burgundy, spread out on the famous Cute d'
Or, from Beaume to Dijon. I owe to your read
ers, regard for whose interests is ever the bound
en service of your correspondent, the benefit of
experience gathered on that and previous simi
lar occasions. For it has been my habit these
four years past, to go out of Paris at the close of
the month of September, and descend into one
of the great wine districts of France at the vin
tage season. The constant report of proprietors
in Burgundy this year, is favorable to the quality
iof the wine. Quantity on the whole, equal to
the last year's crop, aud quality superior. Now
I the quality of last year was more than average
I good. This, I learn, is mainly true of the Bor
delaise as well; of the virtues of the wine in
the last named district for 1858 and 1857, I
had at the time all the proof that concurrent testi
mony gathered on the spot could give. So, note
the dates, and obtain, if you can, the vinta
ges of 1857, ’SB, ’59. If you can ? There is the
trouble, however, not much greater in America
than in France. That national vanity, which I
so earnestly strive to correct, grossly misleads
you, if you imagine that Americans are unequall
ed for their skill aud boldness in fabricating
wines and spirituous liquors.
I say nothing of my unhappy personal expe
rience, the other day, with a bottle of red vine
gar drank almost under the walls of the cele
brated Clos Vougeot. It was too bad not to be
honest; any one who has brains to fabricate a
wine, would produced something more
agreeablejto the palate than that sour beverage.
What I am aiming to say is that a man is as
like to buy pure wine in New York as in Paris.
A wine merchant here who withdrew from busi
ness with a handsome fortune, was asked, by a
wondering brother dealer, how he had acquired it
so rapidly, and replied: “I always sold and never
bought anything but Burgundy.” At a trial be
fore one of the tribunals the other day, the plain
tiff’s counsel opened the case with a solemnity
and display of learning that threatened an inor
dinately # !ong speech; the presiding judge there
upon interrupted with the deprecating remark,
that the affair was of no such overwhelming im
portance, nothing but the property of a well be
ing in dispute. “His Honor will pardon me,” re
sumed the advocate, “ but it is of immense im
portance; my client is a wine merchant.” And
the barrister poured out without further interrup
tion, a stream of copious, “eloquence and water ”
three hours long.
The quantity of wines and liquors annually
brought witliiu the octrio wall of Paris, is as
accurately, probably more accurately known,
than is the quantity imported annually into the
United States. Smuggling is difficult to the
verge of impossibility. Now we have it on the
well based authority of M. Delamane, that the
amount of wines and liquors drank in Paris, is
one third more than the amount of wine and spir
ituous liquors bought in to Paris; —drugs and
the dirty waters of the Seine filling to that ex
tent the role of the “ vine clad slopes” of snnny
France.
Everybody has heard of the innocent gentle
man who assured his guests that the brandy on
his sideboard was bought from old Mr. Cognac
in person. Let the jest pass. The man who
imagines, now-a-day, that he is drinking old Cog
nac at the bar of any American hotel, falls into
as complete an absurdity. The quantity of
brandy made in the district, of which the little
town of Cognac, in the department of the Cha
rente, is the commercial centre and entrepot,
may in good years amount to some 20,000 butts.
Tho annual product during the seven bad grape
years preceding 1858 probably did not reach
5000 butts. The production of grape brandy
was equally or still morft reduced during those
seven years all over France. But there has
been no day in all that time when we could not
buy measureless quantities of Cognac brandy in
Paris as in New York—and, what is curious,
it was all “ old Cognac.” Young Cognac does
not appear in commerce or at the bar. Now in
a series of good years, four-fifths of the so call
ed Cognac never saw the vineyards of the Cha
rente. During these late bad years nine-tenths
of it never saw a vineyard at all. It is not dis
tilled grape juice, but distilled beet juice; bo
very thankful oven If it bej tare beet juice. In
1853, -’54 more than one half of the numerous
beet sugar manufactories in France were, if my
memory does not grossly mislead me, changed,
by a slight alteration of their machinery and its
application, into beet brandy distilleries. If then,
my fast young friend, you will make a fool of
yourself, do it patriotically at least, with honest
American whiskey, (if even that can be had) and
not with a triply falsified French brandy. If on
the contrary, you are a temperance man, en
courage American viticulture. Where light
wine is cheap and plenty, drunkards are scarce.
The bar rooms ofthe “magnificent” St. Guzzle at
New York, or of the St. Bibble at New Orleans,
(queer establishments for saintly patronago) turn
out more drunkards in a year, than all the 6,000
wine shops of Paris.
But I tarry too long on the wine. Let me
commend to your sober scientific readers, espe
cially to those of the medical persuasion, a re
markably able work by Doctor Moreau on Psy
chologie Morbide; whatever they may decide as
to the writer’s theory, they will recognise his
collection of ascertained facts as a valuable con
tribution to the history of mental.alienation. To
your purely literary readers a charming work
on tho life and surroundings of “ cette femme char
mante ” Madame Recamier, composed and com
piled with great good taste and judgment
from the “ Souvenirs ” and “ correspondence " of
Madame Ilecamier's illustrious friends, and from
her own affectionate recollections, by Madame
Lenormant, the neice and adopted daughter of
the celebrated hostess of tho Bois;
to your purely political readers, the astounding
news, which I am sure has not yet reached you. &
which I find in a late American correspondence
of La Patrie, that the State of Maine is particu
larly anxious to leave the U. S. A. and be an
nexed to Canada! To your lady readers, whose
interest I have unpardonably neglected, I fear
hitherto, the following cheerful extract from the
mammoth advertisement of a newly opened dry
goods shop in the Rue de Rivola, (the limits |of
your columns forbid full justice to the capital
merits of tho original,) Au Paradis des Dames —
Entree entierement libre !
There was a meeting of Americans yesterday,
at the American chapel in the Rue de Berry, for
the purpose of passing resolutions in honor of the
memory of our late minister, John Y. Mason,
and in sympathy with the grief of his bereaved
family. You will find the resolutions in the
National Intelligencer, or Richmond Enquire)-,
to both of which papers copies will be commu
nicated.
CHINA AND THE CHINESE.
The following letter from China has been com
municated to us by a friend to whom it was ad
dressed, and who vouches to us for it as coming
“ from an esteemed friend of high commercial
position in China,” a “ profound and liberal man.”
The writer states elsewhere that he is aware
that his views of China and the Chinese differ
from those generally accepted—and he is not
unwilling to protest, in this way, against the
“ ignorance or misrepresentations of certain
merchants, missionaries and others to whom we
are indebted for all that we know of that coun
try and people.”
Hong Kong, 24th July, 1859.
Your letter gave us great pleasure. The small
surprises of life stir the feelings and create live
lier emotions of pleasure than anticipated enjoy-
Mr. Ward was with us a few days, and
the impression he made was pleasant and favo
rable.
There are plenty of interesting things to
write about, but I shall leave public af
fairs to newspapers, and only give you a few
words about the Chinese.
They are to me an interesting people, consti
tuting nearly half the human family, and with
social institutions the oldest and most stable in
the world, under which they have increased in
numbers without parallel. There must be some
thing sound at the bottom of so great a result.
Such is the dull apprehension of many people,
that they look upon all that differs from their
own habits as pagan and barbarous. But
civilization and religion take their devel
opment in conformity with the genius and
character of Races—each should be reckoned
by its own standard and judged by the general
result.
The Chinese, in my opinion, are not only
highly civilized, but eminently religious, and free
er from bigotry than any other portion of the hu
man family. Their religion is hopeful, reason
able, charitable and cheerful. Few strangers
take the trouble to understand it, and not many
of those rightly appreciate it
The increasing intercourse of the West with
the East is no doubt fraught with great changes.
“ Civilization,” that is the civilization of the
West, spreads by extermination ; the inferior
races fall before it, do not embrace it, but disap
pear from the earth, and it is rapidly running the
same course in India. The Chinese have an
instinctive dread of this contact, and would fain
close their doors, but the cupidity and the bur
glarious character of Western civilization breaks
open their doors and plunders the nation.
I think, however, the Chinese have less to
fear than they think for, from these invaders.
The Tartar rule, like that of the Normans in
England, is fading away—but tho heart of the
nation is sound and full of vitality. An evi
dence of this may be seen in recent events : it
is but a few years since free emigration from
China commenced. It is now spread along the
coasts of the Indian Ocean, to the great world
of Islands, to Australia and the west coast of
America.
These people are among the most skillful and
successful traders and merchants of the world,
and when they become once established, so as
to have correspondence in their own language,
they' soon take a full share of the commerce.
They do a large portion of trade to the
Islands. At Singapore, a British colony, they
have crowded in and now command full one-half
the trade. At Bangkook, in Siam, they are fairly
driving us out. Os the trade from this to San
Francisco, they do three-fourths to four-fifths.
They have a good hold in the Australian trade,
and I think the trade about to open with Japan
vftill fall largely into their hands.
This is the result of but a few years, and in
close competition with English, Americans,
Germans, Ac., &c. Here in China, it is the com
mon remark and general sentiment, that on the
average, in our dealings with the Chinese in
their own market, they get the best of it.
You at home are apt to think of China trade
only in connection with Europe and America,
but ws here look on the great local trade of tho
east as that which employs most of our capital,
our ships, and our time, and gives us the largest
share of our gains.
Neither is it generally known to what a large
extent the Cninese are themselves shippers,
(through foreigners) to Europe and America.
If they had their own people in New York and
London, to correspond with, as in tho places
above named, it would soon be apparent that
they are abundantly capable of competing with
US at our own doors, amt I see no reason irhj- this
event may not occur.
These facts display vitality, vigor, and mind,
and the race is by' no means effete, and on the
point of being snuffed out.
Here in China, (I speak of foreigners gene
rally,) we are all in their hands. We employ
people of our own lauguage for correspondence
and accounts, but for treasurers, cashiers, bro
kers, etc., nearly all the employees are Chinese.
The currency is chiefly silver bullion, (Sycee)
and Mexican dollars—every house is its own
banker, and all the treasurers are Chinese.
They receive and pay and keep accounts, and
in point of fact we do not verify the
contents of the vaults from year’s end to year’s
end—all the employees of the treasuries (palled
Strolls,) who weigh, count, assay, pack up, ship
off, or receive treasure, are also Chinese, who
speak not a word else, and they are always in
numbers from five to twenty, in the cash room,
according to the business of the house.
During the blockade of Canton, and for nearly
the whole of last year, the idle treasure in our
vaults often exceeded a million of dollars, and
seldom fell below three-fourths of a million,
owing to the dullness of trade. At the end of
about nine months, when things revived, and
we could put out money at a better rate, was
the only chance we had of a proximate verifica
tion.
So in our other dealings with the Chinese, it
is all in confidence and good faith.
When we were driven from Cauton by the
war, we had an immenso amount of goods scat
tered in the hands of brokers and dealers,
which we were obliged to leave.
At the end of about twelve months, when the
trade was re-opened, and blockade removed,
these fellows all camo forward voluntarily and
accounted, and either restored the goods, or the
money foi which they were sold. I am not aware
that we lost one dollar by any or all of them—
and such was, I believe, in general, the experi
ence of foreign merchants, both friends and ene
mies.
Ido not pretend that the Chinese are all
saints, but that their average probity is equal to
ours, that they arc formidable competitors in
trade; and if our experionce and skill in some
things is superior to theirs, the balance is res
tored in other things peculiar to them—we are
improvident, we gain and spend as we gain;
they are models of economy, sobriety, tiiritt,
simplicity of life, and industry. The industry
of the whole people is truly unparalleled; it is
as if they loved it.
Their peaceful and sober conduct is also most
remarkable. I live among 40,000 of them, who
are laborers, shop-keepers, mechanics, etc., and
not of the best class, being rather of tho refugee
order, but have never seen one man strike
or bruise another.
In Canton, among a boat population of many
thousands, women chiefly keep small boats for
hire, and so throughout the whole city, which I
have often traversed in all directions, the same
peaceful, quiet, and wonderful industry'.
These aro some of the impressions which the
Chinese make on my mind. I write them be
cause the facts are of my own knowledge, and
because the view that I take of them is more
favorable and more just to the Chinese, than
those are probably accustomed to read.
—
“Q,”the seventeenth letter ofthe English
alphabet, was borrowed from the Latin, and its
name came from the French, ‘queue,’ a tail.—
It is always followed by ‘ u’; never ends a word.
[For the Sonthem Field and Fireside.]
BEULAH.
It is seldom we nse from the perusal of a
book, so thoroughly refreshed, as from the one
tinder contemplation. In this age of transcen
dental mysticism and sickly sentimentality, the
production of a vigorous, healthy genius is a
sparkling oasis in the desert of fiction; and there
is a truthfulness, power, purity and fascination
in this story, rarely equalled.
The characters are forcibly drawn and well
sustained, and just such characters as are need
ed in this every-day working world of ours.
There is Mrs. Asbury , a consistent, highly re
fined Christian mother—such a mother as every
hearth and home should own—and her husband,
the Doctor, one of those sunshiny souls that ra
diate light to every surrounding object.
Then Lily, the child angel, that blossomed on
a sister’s heart; and Dr. Hartwell, the travelled
gentleman and scholar, polished, wealthy, court
ed and admired, turning away from all he might
have won, to upraise the worn and wretched,
to show to the world the incalculable good such
a man may do.
Then, “ Beulah" —the noble worker who toiled
till all was light, the brave true-hearted girl,
whose first nestling place was an orphan asy
lum—who wrestled with adverse fortune till she
conquered; who walked like an angel ’mid
scenes of suffering and distress; who, using her
own talents ns consecrated gifts, wrote, thought
and taught, till she won her crown before pass
ing to the spirit land—such a woman would do
more towards correcting false notions in society
than an army of legislators; ayo, more towards
evangelizing the world than missionaries, priests
or creeds.
We have never seen the authoress, and con
sequently do not know her, (we wish we did,)
but we cordially extend to her the right hand of
fellowship and bid her God speed!
Success, we say, to the heart that conceived,
the brain that matured, and the pen that gives
to the world, “Beulah.” May the authoress
write on, till, at last, she finds her own name
written in “ the Lamb’s Book of Life.”
Kate C. W
NEW BOOKS.
[We publish, often, under this head, a list of neto
publications, carefully selected from all our exchanges.
The list embraoesall works, Foreign as well as Domes
tic, wliieh we think may be valuable, or to which cir
cumstances may give general or special interest, wheth
er Literary or Scientific, History or Fiction, Prose or
Poetry, Religious, Moral or Political. The notice simply
gives the title of the book, name of the author, place of
publication, and name of Publisher.]
Religious.— A History of Scottish, Ecclesiastical and
Civil Affairs, from the introduction ofChrlstlanity to the
present time; by the Hev. John Marshall. J. lI.A J.
Parker, London.
Spurgeon's Sermon's. Sixth Series. With an intro
duction by the author, and containing a steel plate illus
tration of Spurgeon's New Tabernacle. New York:
Sheldon A Co. •
The Leaders of the Keformation, Luther, Calvin, Lati
mer, and Knox, the Representative men of Germany and
France, England and Scotland. By Kev. J. Tullocb,
D. D.. Boston ; Gould & Lincoln.
The Pocket Critical Greek and English Testament, in
Parallel Columns; consisting of the Greek Text of Schulz,
with the lleadit gi, both Textual and Marginal, < f Gries;
bach, and the variations of the editions of Stephens,
1660; 8eza,1598: and Elzevir, 1638; with the English
Authorized Version and its marginal renderings. New
York : John Wiley,
Historical Vindications. A discourse on the Province
and Uses of Baptist History, delivered before the Back
us Historical Society at Newtown, Mass, June 23,1887;
repeated before the American Baptist Historical Society
at New York, May 14,1859, with Appendixes, containing
Historical Notes and Confessions of Faith. By Bewail
S. Cutting, Professor of Rhetoric and History in the Uni
versity of Rochester. Boston: Gould A Lincoln.
Imosmiw—The Elements of Moral Science. By
J. L. Dagg, D. D„ late President Mercer University,
Ga., author of "Manual Theology,” "Church Order,”
etc. New York : Sheldon & Co.
Beeton’s Dictionary of Universal Information. First ‘
Bearly Volume comprising aComplele Gazetteer of Geo
raphy, with accurate and beautifully engraved maps; a
Perfect Cyclopedia ot History. Ancient and Modern ; an
interestind Epitome of Mythology; a comprehensive
compendium of Btoiraphy ; Treasury of Biblical Know
ledge; a reliable Chronological Record : with the correct
pronunciation of every proper noun. By 8. O. Becton
and John Sherer. To be completed in Three Yearly Vol
umes. London : S. O. Becton.
Science of Education and Art of Teaching. By
John Ogden, M. A. Cincinnati: Moore, Wilstach, Keys
& Co.
The Normal; or Methods of Teaching the Common
Branches, Ortheepv, Orthography, Grammar, Geography,
Arithmetic and Elocution; Including the outlines, tech
nicalities, explanations, demonstrations, definitions, and
methods, introductory and peculiar to each branch. By
Alfred Holbrook, Principal of Normal School, Lebanon,
Ohio. New York : A. S. Barnes & Burr.
History of the South Carolina College, from its incor
poration, December 19, 1857, including Sketches of Its
Presidents and Professors ; with an Appendix. By M.
Laßorde, M. D., Professor of Metaphysics, Logic and
Rhetoric, South Carolina College. Charleston : McCar
ter A Dawson.
Miscellaneous.— The Right Word in the Right Place:
A new Pocket Dictionary, embracing extensive Collec
tions of Synonyms, Technical Terms, Abbreviations, and
Foreign Phrases; Chapters on Writing for the Press,
Punctuation, and Proof-Reading; and other interesting
and valuable information. By the author of " How to
Write,” "llowto Talk,” etc. New York: Fowler A
Wells.
The Sea of Ice; or the Arctic Adventurers. Beauti
fully Illustrated. Boston: Mahew A Baker.
Women Artists in all Ages and Countries. By Mrs.
E. F. Ellet, author of "Pioneer Women of the West”
London: R. Bentley.
The Great Pyramid. Why was it built? and who
built it? By John Taylor, author of "Junius Identified.”
London: Longman.
Miscellanies. By the Kev. Charles Kingsley. Re
printed chiefly from Fraser's Magazine ami the North
British Review. London: J. W. Parker A Son.
Pencil Sketches; or Outlines of Character and Man
ners. By Mrs. Leslie. Philadelphia: J. 8. Cotton A Co.
The Life of Julius Ca-sar. By Henry G. Liddell, I).
D., Dean ofChrist Church, Oxford. Being Vol. 17ofthe
Household Library. New York : Sheldon A Co.
Specimens of Medhcval Ironwork, Serrurerie dn
Moyen-age, par Raymond Bordeaux. Forty Lithograph
ic plates by G. Bonet, and numerous Wood cuts. Lon
don : J. AU. Parher.
Tillage a Substitute for manure; based on Jethro
Tull's system of Successive Corn-growing. By Alexan
der Burnett, M. A. London : Whittaker A Co.
Register of Rural Affairs for 1 SCO, containing practical
suggestions for the Farmer and Horticulturist; illustra
ted with 180 eftgravings, including houses, farm build
ings, implements, fruits, flowers, etc. New York: C.
M. Saxton, Barker A Co.
Some Account of Domestic Architecture in England.
From Richard 11. to Henry VIII. (or the Perpendicular
Style). With 140 engravings of existing remains, from
original drawings, numerous plans of houses, and illus
trations from illuminated MSS. Svo. London: J.H. A
J. Parker.
Make Your Game; or, the Adventures of the Stoat
Gentleman, the Slim Gentleman, and the Man with the
Iron Chest. Written by George Augustus Sala, oad Il
lustrated by Phiz, Janet, M’Connell, Augustus Mayhew,
and the Author. London : lloulston A Wrjjflt.
Sword and Gown. A novel. By the argfior of “ Guy
Livingstone.” Boston : Ticknor and Foods.
Lizzv Glenn; or, Trials of a By T. S. Ar
thur, author of “Love in a Cotta#*." “Love in High
Life.” Philadelphia: T. B. Peteiybn A Brothers.
Ceylon. An Account of the.'island, Physical. Histo
rical, ami Typographical. Wi*n Maps, Plans, and Draw
ings. By Sir J. Emerson Jeuncnt. London: Longman.
Dura Den; A Mono/6ph of the Yellow Sandstone
and its Remarkable F#*sil Remains. By John Anderson,
D. F. 0.5., E. P. etc., author of “The Course of
Creation," “Geoh/y of Scotland.” etc. Imperial Svo.,
with numorouvdolored illustrations. London: Hamil
ton, Adams JeCo.
The Bur” Own Toymnker. A Practical Illustrated
Guide tg'o'e Useful employment of leisure hours. By
E. La#oells. With numerous engravings. New York:
D. /ppleton A Co. .
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