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at a future day. It was also determined, (as we Editors don't understand the polite languages,) to revive an old Society, the prospectus of which was found in possession of the Quintumvirate. Pursuant to this, we publish the prospectus :




(From Joe Miller the Younger.) PROSPECTUS.— It cannot have escaped the sharp sight and still sharper ears of society, that the language and literature of this country has become infected with the mania for every thing not " native and to the manor born,” wbich pervades our recreations, our pleasures, our arms, our inventions, our drama, our music, our conversation, our books, and our arts! We take operas from Italy and the low countriesplays and itinerant concert-mongering from Paris-we engrave the pictures of foreign artists-into our talk we throw a fine interlarding of lingual smattering ; and into our modern books, our newspapers-our putts-our farces; all are idiomatic with other tongues ; so that the Saxon of the olden time could hardly trust himself among us without an interpreter of all he ate, drank, read, heard, rode in, looked at, and wore. Under these circumstances, in order that the rising generation may not remain in the same ignorance of our sterling English writers, which would appall those writers were they living, out of all recognition of their native language, it is proposed to get up at once, for the use of this country, (particularly this portion of it,)

It will embrace the fashionable Shakspeare de famille, Byron in bon gout, and so
forth ; pour que l'étudiant may no longer be without the moyens de lire leur Ancient
A lew specimens are subjoined:

The Tragedie de Douglas.
Mon nom is Norval; on the Grampian Hills
Mon father keeps moutons ;-a frugal swain,
Whose constant soin was to increase his or ;
And keep his only son, moi-meme chez moi !
But I had heard of battles, and I longed
Pour suivre jusq'au champ some warlike lord :
And ciel soon granted what mon pére denied.

Le Recontre of the Waters.
Il n'ya dans la wide monde a valley sucre,
Comme le vale in whose sein meet les eaux brilliantés,
Oh le last ray of sentiment life va partir :
Ere the bloom of that vale dans mon caur shall expire.
Ce n'est pas that Nature has shed sur le scene,
Her crystal sans tache and her plus bright of green;
'Twas not the soft murmur of ruisseau or rill,
Oh non c'etait quelque chose plus ravissante still.

From Tremblez-spear.
Now is the hiver of our discontent
Made glorious été by soleil de York

Mon boat is sur le sand,
Mon barque est on the sea !
Mais Tommy Plus avant partir

Thy double sante's ici !
Further particulars will be annonces in bon time.

We recoinmend this Society to the notice of the College, and especially to many of our unfortunate contributors, as some gems have doubtless been rejected from their unintelligibility.

There are just two lines left to say that the Nassau Monthly is received, and we commend its graceful appearance and its full pages.

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It is pleasing to the student of Spanish history to turn from the chronicles of its ancient ignorance and barbarism, or of its recent torpor, to so glorious an epoch as was the reign of Ferdinand and Isabella. If it ever be proper to speak of any period in a nation's history as a "golden age," certainly the epithet may be pertinently applied to this. Under the kind and wise administration of these sovereigns, Spain awoke miraculously from the long night of her slothful sleeping, to a noon-day of energy and glory. Honor and success were at once hers, both at home and abroad. We are surprised that in so short a time, and apparently by the labor of two individuals, so much could have been so gloriously achieved. The triumphant conquest of Grenada, the eventful Discovery of America, and innumerable acts of wise domestic policy, all united to contribute to the national renown; yet, amid all the delight so natural to the perusal of such events, how sad to be forced to grieve that in all this glory there was any shame! But who can read on with pride, or rather who shall not mourn over, the terrible bigotry of those days and its terrible effects? It cannot be forgotten, perhaps it should not be, that this age of splendor, the age of Ferdinand and Isabella, was the age also of the Spanish Inquisition. That it was the age of fearful religious persecutions, of racks and swords and stakes-that Isabella herself, lovely and amiable, wise and lenient, as she usually seemed, deserves our pity, if not our hate, that she sanctioned an institution so fatal and so accursed. Well has her historian said, in speaking of the blighting effects of the institution, “ How must her virtuous spirit, if it be permitted the departed good to look down on the scene of their earthly labors, mourn over the misery and moral degradation entailed on her country by this one act!" Yet tears cease not here, for there is further cause of grief. The Inquisition was not the only sad offspring of this dark spirit of bigotry; it produced still another, which was as great a curse to the nation-- the Expulsion of the Jews. It is of it, that we would speak.



This event occurred in the month of March, of the year 1492 ; or, rather, that was the date of the publication of the edict for expulsion ; the Spanish sovereigns, Ferdinand and Isabella, as their historian nar. rates, “ inscribing it

, as it were, with the same pen which drew up the glorious capitulation of Grenada and the treaty with Columbus." The edict was mainly as follows: "that all unbaptized Jews, of whatever sex, age, or condition, should depart from the realm by the end of July next ensuing; prohibiting them from revisiting it, on any pretext whatever, under penalty of death and confiscation of property.” It was a most cruel and disastrous measure. Aside, for the present, from its gross injustice and inhumanity to the Jews, it was most unwise and most destructive of the interests of Spain. It deprived the nation, which, most of all others under heaven, needed them, of the most useful and valuable classes of her citizens. It deprived her of order, of industry, of all her great mechanical skill, of much wealth, and of not a little learning; these were all centered in her Jews. It gave a blow to her prosperity, from which, under the most favoring circumstances and the wisest of rulers, she still could not recover. Even the Dis. covery of America, the greatest event of time, made immediately afterwards by her own adventurers, and the benefits of which she might have greatly monopolized, could not arouse her enterprise and industry. She was without them. Nor has she since recovered, as has been sufficiently manisest in the subsequent slow progress of her arts and the lamentable inactivity of her people.

But upon the Jews, how sad, how undeservedly cruel, were the effects! It came upon them with all the surprise and the disaster of the avalanche. They were crushed, because they were unprepared. True, their position hitherto among the Spaniards had not been altogether desirable. There had been former persecution and injury of their numbers. They had been despised before this as infidel dogs, and all the severest tortures of the Inquisition had been at times employed against then, to persuade them from their infidelity to Christianity. And although they bitterly remembered these instances of past maltreatment, they had striven earnestly to prevent them in future, and hoped that they had succeeded. Long had they looked upon Spain, as a home of pleasantness and a refuge from misery. All their affections, all their reminiscences, were connected with it. Though it was not the land of their old fathers, it was the land of their birth, and of many

of their ancestors. Though not the cherished land of their inheritance, it seemed more than the land of their adoption. Ilere they had lived, in a measure aliens although natives, denied many political rights and privileges, it is true, but still had lived with general happiness and prosperity. Here, their artisans had pursued their useful callings, their merchants accumulated wealth, their scholars acquired learning, their families been reared in every refinement. Here was their home and their country, each with its own endearments. And from all these they were to be severed by a blow, to be driven forth as outcasts and wanderers, ay more, with a brand of infamy upon them, among nations in whom they should find no friends, but all enemies.

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