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188 LITERARY. WILLIAM W. MANN, Editor. The Southern Field and Fireside IS PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. TEBM3 —$2.00 a year, invariably in advance. AU Postmasters are authorized agents. SATURDAY, NOV. 5, 1859. traveling agent. John L. Stockton, of this city, is General Traveling Agent for the Field and Fireside, and the Constitu- TIOJiALIST. i■ t TO CORRESPONDENTS AND CONTRIBUTORS. "We acknowledge the reception during the week of the following articles —Novelettes, Es says, and Poems: The Bloody Feet—A Story of the Enoree. A Night with a Drunkard, (No. 2.) My Spirit-mate. “ Hark 1 list that bell!” Lines written at a funeral. These last lines, ami Ada, by Claris, and Love around the Fireside —A sketch ini jrn are respectfully declined. _ A Hymn to Autumn, by J. M. T. 19 almost, but not quite, acceptable. “I Pray thee, Dearest, Leave-‘ ie not > b - v *■ J •> we decline with hesitation. writer has we are sure, things much in his port-folio. We beg him to make mother selection for us, or to write something and better for our col umns. „ . . . The Obitup / Lines by J. K. A., are a tender and pathe* 0 tribute, but the verses are too im perfect «o b e accepted for insertion in the Field axd jireside. Our readers will find on the preceding page a long article from the pen of our spirited correspondent of last week. Louise ifiwAicwi. She takes the chair with an aplomb that that might be expected of her, and reads a stinging lecture—that, too, might be expected of her—to The Field and Fireside, its edi tor, its contributors, and its public. We hope that all parties will profit by it. In considera tion of the ability with which our now contribu tor occupies nearly four-fifths of the third page, we are sure that our readers will excuse, for to-day at least, the want of “variety” which the racy debutante insinuates is charged to be one of the characteristics of the F. and F.— She, too, will excuse it, we hope. It will be remarked that we have left the field this week in the undisputed possession of our late antago nist. Remembering the at best doubtful result of the passe d' armes which has taken place between us, we ought to protest, perhaps, that we are “not afraid of anybody," any more than she. A friend at our elbow even ventures the very flattering suggestion—which we would like to welcome with more confidence than we do—that our late redoubtable adversary has overrun so largely the three columns, extreme limit, assigned her, just to press “Mr. Editor" from the field. We don’t believe that. Our sprightly correspondent is welcome to all the space she occupies but, we are not afraid of her. It will be observed that she returns promptly and largely the little “ oil ” we let her have last week. “ Tell Miss Louise I’m much obliged for the oil —but she need’nt have troubled herself to send it back. Tell her Iha v’nt got any ‘ pepper ’ this morning worth sending her, to return what she let me have —but I know she's not out." ■ m 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. 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