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The London Quarterly for June, a highly interesting number, reports that Mr. FORBES, in the course of his travels through the Alps, assisted in saving the life of an American traveller, who, having fallen' from above,' (not from the celestial regions, we judge, but from some high point of the precipices of Trelaporte,) had been lying all night on a narrow ledge, overhanging a height of two hundred feet, with the gaping chasms of the glacier directly beneath. Mr. FORBES states that the said traveller's nervous system was so greatly affected that for a time he doubted whether he was not deranged, but that he soon came to himself; ‘and the poor guides, who had exposed their own lives with the most admirable bravery in his preservation, found him a genuine repudiator.' Now if this be a true bill, we should rejoice to see the delinquent “thrown over,' to be SYDNEY-SMITHED until his nervous system was still more affected. If not, we shall,“ however painful to our feelings,' have something to say to Professor FORBES. The Duke of Marlborough, so it is written, dining one day with the Lord Mayor of London, an alderman who sat near him said: “Sir, yours must be a very laborious profession.' 'No,' replied the Duke ; 'we fight about four hours in the morning, and two or three after dinner, and then we have all the rest of the day to ourselves. We have read somewhere recently, that at the convivial parties in Ireland, many years ago, it was customary for the host, in order to pass the time agreeably, to beg a lady to name some great man of ancient times, whose character or successes she held in honor or dis-esteem, and then lay bis command on a gentlemen to cite a parallel in modern history. Sometimes this order was inverted. On one occasion a lady gave: JOHN CHURCHILL, Duke of Marlborough; match him among the great men of old. •JUDAS Iscariot!' exclaimed an old Jacobite guest, as if uttering the most indifferent and the most natural response. When pressed to explain what he found in Judas to resemble the illus. trious Duke, he replied : “Judas was a thief, Ma'am, and carried the bag; and if he had not the merit of Marlborough in winning battles and ridding his country of enemies, he had the grace which Marlborough had not - to rid the world of himself! We should have thought this undeserved, but for the unfeeling indifference to wholesale murder implied in the authentic anecdote of the Duke, which we have given above. · .AMID the luxuries and privileges of this wealthy and prosperous city, how small is the number of those whoʻremember those who are in bonds;' who think, even for a brief moment, of the vicinity and the crying needs of one thousand of their fellow-creatures imprisoned at Sing Sing; ignorant, hopeless — wretched in every variety of degradation. This receptacle of crime is emptying itself upon us once in three years; these outcasts of humanity are coming among us again as citizens; again to prowl about our dwellings, and to prey upon us in every way, more desperate and hardened than before. Would it not be wise to use the period of their incarceration in instructing them, and endeavoring to save some at least from hopeless and eternal ruin? Can it be doubted that there are, even in those guilty bosoms, some hearts yet accessible to kindness? We rejoice to learn that a great change has taken place in the management of the establishment, and that the deportment of the convicts is already such as shows conclusively the power of the divine principle of Love even over the most degraded natures. Much remains to be done, for it is not within human power to perform such a work without the aid of suitable means. Much is wanting for the comfort and decency of the prisoners; above all, a competent supply of water; for strange to say, although so near the head of the Croton-works, water is drawn to the prison in carts! As to the moral means necessary for this great field, beside the influence of highprincipled and kind-hearted superintendents, with such assistants as they can approve, there is a chaplain who does all that one man can do among so many, and there are also benevolent individuals who officiate as Sunday-teachers. One important engine, a suitable Library, yet remains to be mentioned; and this, supplied to the female department by the voluntary contributions of persons in this city, principally ladies, bas already been productive of incalculable good in that limited sphere. Seventy or eighty females were easily supplied; but when the question is a library for nearly nine hundred men, the undertaking is one of a different aspect. Still, some few persons, who, having visited the prison, feel

extreme interest in the improvement of its unhappy inmates, encouraged by the wonderful results of what has already been done there, are attempting the accomplishment of this object, hoping by the contributions in books or money which they may be able to obtain, to collect at least a temporary supply of books for the male prisoners, and confidently anticipating that the good effects of even this inadequate provision will be sufficiently apparent to be the ground of a grant from the State, which shall supply an ample and suitable library for this most important establishment. We hope to live to see the day when a state-prison will be considered an institution for the prevention as well as for the punishment of crime. Books and money, we understand, are received by ladies interested in this object at No. 7 Amity-street, and No. 214 Thompson-street. We have space for but a word concerning Mr. EDMONDS's course, as President of the Board of Inspectors. His letter, read by the matron to the female prisoners on the fourth of July; the gifts of bouquets of flowers, and the proceedings which accompanied their presentation, bespeak him a man whose humanity is not altogether swallowed up in rigid justice. SINCE · William was Holding in his Hand and · When my Eye first appeared, we have encountered nothing more likely to become an exquisite literary and musical gem,' and things of that sort, than the following' spirited song' from PUNCH:

O LADY, wake! the azure moon

Is rippling in the verdant skies;
The owl is warbling his soft tune,

Awaiting but thy snowy eyes :
The joys of future years are past,

To-morrow's hopes have fled away;
Still let us love, and e'en at last

We shall be happy yesterday.

* The early beam of rosy night

Drives off the ebon morn afar,
While through the murmur of the light

The huntsman winds his mad guitar.
Then, Lady, wake! my brigantine

Pants, peighs, and prances to be freo; Till the creation I am thine

To some rich desert fly with me!'

APROPOS of · Punch :' here is a bit of legal information from the Comic BLACSKTONE,' touching the mutual rights of husbands and wives, and parents and children : By the late Poor Law Act, a husband is liable to maintain the children of his wife, whether legitimate or illegitimate; and we would therefore advise all 6 persons about to marry,' that though it is imprudent to count one's chickens before they are hatched, still it is desirable that chickens already hatched, and not counted on, should be rigidly guarded against.' 'If a young lady has nothing in her own right, as a femme-sole, she will be entitled to as much again on the death of all her relatives.' * Children owe their parents support, but this is a mutual obligation, for they must support each other; though we sometimes hear them declaring each other wholly insupportable.' : : 'Sir, we shall not altogether deny you, even at this late day. You may come: thus much is permitted.' So wrote, in our last number, one of the most felicitous of correspondents, and the very prince of companions. We availed ourselves of his most kind invitation, and the kinder hospitalities of himself and his. And as we write, we see him (“in our mind's eye, Horatio,') sitting in his tasteful apartment, looking out on the one hand upon a flowery court-yard and a pillared porch, wreathed with green vines, and on the other upon a scene which embraces all that is picturesque and beautiful in nature ; flowing rivers, and verdant vales village-sprinkled; swelling hills nearer by, and blue mountains in the distance ; while in his ear there is the sound of many waters' from an adjacent river-cataract, which shakes the very walls of his pleasant mansion. What 'passages,' in company with most agreeable companions, did we not have together! — what memorable scenes we saw; what views of Nature in her loveliest moods!' More anon of these matters, reader, when the thermometer is not fixed at ninety-five of FAHREN

In the mean time, it shall suffice to say, that ever as we rest for a moment from our labors we bethink us of the hills that stand about Troy, where, as SHAKSPEARE very correctly observes, 'there lies the scene ;' of pleasant collegiate reünions; of the Falls thereabout; of the Mohawk at Cohoes, under which we stood, one unforgetable forenoon, 'all covered with dew' and rapt in admiration; of the blue Green-Mountains, rising most like clouds along the northern horizon; of Saratoga and its delights; the matchless moon-lit piazza of Congress-Hall, with its ivy.crowned pillars and brilliant promenaders, and Munger, its

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most obliging and pleasure-crowning proprietor; of the United States,' with its pleasant
balls and lovely bells; of all these things, and nameless numbers moe,' we have ample
memories and memoranda. “Happily,' exclaims the reader, quite likely, we are not to
be afflicted now " "Jus' so — yes; that's a fact.' . A FRIEND has mentioned to us an
amusing incident connected with the late unfortunate riots at Philadelphia. After the
active disturbances had been quelled, arrests of persons were frequently made, who had
employed offensive language, or made use of threats, in speaking of or to the military.
This having been forbidden by the authorities, under certain penalties, a large number of
the disaffected assembled one morning, in line, facing the military, with wire-muzzles over
their faces; some with the larger dog-kinds, and others with the upper halves of large cir-
cular rat-traps ; and through these they gazed steadfastly at the standing army' which
kept the city's “brotherly love' at bay; saying never a word, - but keeping up,' as our in-
formant expressed it, 'a most intolerable looking.' It must have been rather an amusing
sight. Our Chicago friend must possess himself in patience. Forty-five pages of
closely-written foolscap are not to be encountered and mastered easily, in the glowing days of
July or the sultry season of August. For, as our Vermont correspondent, the author of the
• Legal Ballad' in preceding pages, says in a poetical epistle to the Editor:

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• In very madness now the dog-star rages;
The burning sun pours down its fervid tide
Implacable; the very air of heaven
Breathes scorchingly, as 't were the pestilent
And dire afilatus of the nether world,
And ev'ry mortal thing is ‘hissing hot!
The weaiher now no longer forms the theme
of pert conjecture and inane discourse;
But, in such seriousness as men are wont
To speak of plagues and earthquakes imminent,
Each to his neighbor, with whate'er of force,
Vital and vocal, yet remains, cries out
In agony, ''Tis dreadful, dreadful hot!'
Fat men, infatuate, beat the air with fans,
Iu rash essay to mitigate their heat,
Redoubled by the toil. The lean and lank
Have griefs scarce less severe; scorch'd, wither'd, charr'd,
By inward fires, these mutter peevish prayers
From husky throats; most urgent for a lodgo
In some vast wilderness,'or any lodge
In short, mundane or subterranean,
So that it be not hot!'

Hear also what another correspondent saith, writing too from the northern shores of Lake Michigan : 'Oh! what weather !-- the mercury at ninety, and my ideas at zero! Not a breath of wind; the sun a great red globe of fire, and the earth a frying-pan; the days long; and, Phæbus! what months!

"What a pity, such hot weather,
Two long months should come together!''

Read long manuscripts in such a season! - impossible! We learn, while the sheets of this department of our Magazine are passing through the press, that our old and highly esteemed friend, William L. STONE, Esq., for twenty years editor of the daily · Commercial Advertiser’and weekly · New-York Spectator' is no more. Although not altogether unexpected, the intelligence of his death has fallen like a shock upon the wide community to whom he was known, and by whom he was respected and honored. Our pages have borne very recent testimony to the high literary and intellectual attainments of our lamented friend. He was a most laborious student; and his untimely demise, in the prime of mature manhood, may be attributed, remotely, to his intense application to literature. He was a good husband, a kind father, an influential and valuable member of society, and an exemplary christian. For such an one,

'to die is gain;' but the deceased leaves a blank in the community who deplore his loss, which it will be impossible soon to fill. We offer his family our sincere sympathy in their irrepa

rable bereavement. "ATTRACTED by your glowing description of Long-Branch,' writes a metropolitan correspondent, which I read at breakfast one sultry morning, in the columns of the Tribune, I set off at once for that watering-place; and I found the view all that you had represented it to be. But, dear Sir! what an inaccessible city is New-York from Long-Branch! It might as well be. Bagdad or Jerusalem. Having occasion to return, a day or two after, I took the steamer' Shrewsbury,' a boat formed, I am told, of a coalition between two oyster-scows, which are covered over with the shell of an ordinary boat. Oh ! how we crept along the rolling waters of the bay; not quite so fast as the tide, although the wind, which was very high, what there was of it,' was in our favor. I say, Capting,' said a jolly passenger, who, having long exhausted even his large stock of patience, had at intervals amused the company by petulantly invoking “Goody Gracious!' and asseverating “ By Jingo! • I say, your boat has been wastly improved sence you fixed her in-jine. She's a-makin good four mild an hour now, with the wind and tide, I should think. We're goin' by every thing on the bay; we've just passed the fort; and I reckon, if we don't lose any, that we shall get into ’York about half-past tea time:' and we did! Distance some thirty-five miles ; time, six hours! Our correspondent should have taken the steamer · Orus,' a swift and comfortable craft.

"So wills the fierce avenging sprite

"Till blood for blood atones;
Ay, though he's buried in a cave,

And trodden down with stones,
And years have rotted off his flesh,

The world shall see his bones!'

So thought EUGENE ARAM; and so thought, no doubt, a criminal cited by Lord ELDON, in his “Notes on Circumstantial Evidence :' I remember that for a long time the evidence did not appear to touch the prisoner at all, and he looked about him with the most perfect unconcern, seeming to think himself quite safe. At last the surgeon was called, who stated deceased had been killed by a shot, a gun-shot, in the head, and he produced the matted hair and stuff cut from and taken out of the wound. It was all hardened with blood. A basin of warm water was brought into court, and as the blood was gradually softened, a piece of printed paper appeared — the wadding of the gun, which proved to be half of a ballad. The other half had been found in the man's pocket when he was taken. He was hanged. The same high authority relates one or two anecdotes of the stupidity and corruption of juries. On one occasion, finding only eleven jurymen in the box, he inquired where the twelfth was. “Please you, my lord,' said one of the eleven, ‘he 's gone away about some business, but he has left his verdict with me!' Dining one day at an ale-house in Cumberland, a person whom a brother lawyer treated to a good deal of milk. punch, told him that he was upon the last jury that had decided in his favor, and that he would give him all the verdicts he could! Another obliging juror remarked, that he gave the same barrister all his verdicts, ' because he loved to encourage a countryman.' Who knows how often similar predilections sway the sword of justice in this country! ...Our Marrying Clergyman,' by `A Groomsman,' embodies certain hot asperities, which we suspect may herald some private animosity. Doubtless the manner of many of our clergymen at nuptial ceremonies might be improved; especially if they have the bad taste to *spread around them an atmosphere of ice. Not unfrequently, however, you will find the officiating minister the rarest wit and pleasantest companion of the whole assemblage. Such an one was telling us, the other evening, of a remark that he once heard a married man make, whose rib proved to be the better half' in the wrong sense of the term: ‘I loved my wife,' he said, at first, as much as any body ever did love a wife. For the first two months I actually wanted to eat her up; and ever since then I've been sorry I did n't!' What a horrid cannibal! By the by, speaking of marriages : our old friend Mayor HarPER ties the nuptial knot to great edification. His Honor has numberless customers; and they are as enthusiastic in his praise as those who love order in the metropolis, and VOL. XXIV.

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affect clean streets. ... Thanks, kind. D. G.,'for your communication, and (better still) for the associations awakened by the letter which accompanied it. Indeed those were 'golden days,' dear G -- ; and the only sorrow that springs from their recollection is, that one who shared them with us has fallen by the way, “while the dew of the morning was yet fresh upon him. We do remember the vacation, and ‘OLLAPOD's resistless flow of fun and fancy. Ah, yes ! *too well remember:

*And after, when our footsteps were returning

With unfelt weariness o'er hill and plain,
How our young hearts kept boiling up and burning,

To think how soon we'd be at home again!'

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That home is desolate now; and the eyes which were brighter at our coming are closed forever in the darkness of the grave! .. WASHINGTON Irving somewhere mentions, as an instance of the self-adaptation to circumstances, so prominent in the French character, that after the Restoration' he saw a Gallic nobleman in the orchestra of the TheatreFrançais, turning his former accomplishments to pecuniary account, by 'extorting music from the bowels of a huge violoncello.' The 'American in Paris' has a pleasant example in illustration of this national characteristie, in the person of a porter at the hotel where he lodged: “He is a man of several talents. He tunes pianos for ten sous, and plays at the theatre of a night for two francs. Indeed his whole family plays : his grandmother plays the Mother of the Gracchi.' He takes care too of his wife's father, but he dresses him as a Pére de France or a Doge, and makes a good deal out of him also. Beside, he has a dog that is to play the · Chien de Montargis,' which he is studying, and a magpie that plays already in the · Pie Voleuse.' It is by these several industries that he is enabled to clean my boots once a day, take care of my room, and do all the domestic services required by a bachelor, at six francs a month. If we remember rightly, (although it is not so written down in our note-book,) this same Calel QUOTEM was also a · Fabricant de Sac en Papier,' or manufacturer of little paper-bags-to-put-sugar-in to His Majesty Louis Phil

We have before us several numbers of the “ Asylum Journal,' written and printed by inmates of the Brattleboro’ (Vermont) Institution for the Insane. We have read them with both pleasure and profit. We certainly agree with the poet, that “Great wit to madness is allied;' there is quite evidence enough of the fact in the columns of the · Asylum Journal.' The editors complain that many of their original pieces, - bubbles from the great mental stew-pan of the Institution,' are copied without credit by various exchange-papers. It is 'flat burglary' to steal the intellectual property of a crazy man, without acknowledg. ment; and we shall not imitate a deed so heinous. Speaking of the remark of a lyceumlecturer upon matrimony, that` an old bachelor was a living libel on his father and mother,' the “Journal' says: “Sue him for this “libel,' ladies, and have him bound over to court.' The following is excellent : “ The best men are those who preserve the boy in them as long as they live. Age should not destroy the child. The child is the original, and man is merely a superstructure upon the boy. It is an unfortunate sign for a man's happiness, when he has forgotten his boyish feelings.' True as the gospel, even if NAT. LEE had uttered it. By the by, the gospel itself commands us to put off the old man;' and for one we intend to do so, as long as we can. We are now eight years of age ! One of our waggish contributors, who affects an interest in the story of the Otsego donkey, in our last number, says: “I have seen a mule, but have never had the pleasure to meet with a jack-ass - that is, not a four-footed one. What is the difference in the 'aspect of the two animals ? A jack-ass, friend, is the same as a mule, only more so. Our sincerest, warmest sympathies are with our bereaved Ohio correspondent, E. P. M.' We can appreciate but too sensibly the depth of her emotions; for we too have seen the pure spirit of a lovely boy exhale to heaven,' and have watched the light of life fading from eyes (oh! how beautiful!) that. beamed affection in the trance of death.' Alas! such sorrow is but the human lot. The “great Reaper' is continually bearing the tender blossoms of Hope

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