From the N. Y. Journal of Commerce.
MR. DARLEY'S WYOMING.

quillity, seemed to invite invasion, and its unwritten epic is the most sad, and the most heroic in consequence. Who can pass through AMERICAN Subjects are not usually favorites that primeval forest on the road to Wilkeswith American artists. We must admit the barre, not misnamed "The Shades of Death," costumes and accessories the materials without recalling vividly the suffering of those which go to make up a picture - to be more poor innocents-helpless age, and widowed. picturesque and effective, more abundant, mothers, and young children, perishing of striking, and significant, in the old world hunger (as many did), rather than expose. than in the new. A Swiss peasant girl, in themselves to the merciless savage, or his no the foreground of an Alpine landscape, is a less merciless employer? We read, in Mr. more agreeable object to the eye, than a young Miner's history, of children who were born lady with a parasol, among the mountains of and died in that dismal swamp; of men who Fishkill. We have in this country many refused to touch a morsel of food, that their estimable gentlemen of the Hebrew faith, wives and little ones might not perish by whose portraits, no doubt, would be intensely famine; of mothers carrying their dead ininteresting to their families and friends; and fants twenty miles beneath a July sun, to yet, we think a likeness of Judas Iscariot, give them burial to save their poor senseafter he hanged himself, likelier to be relished less remains from being devoured by wolves; by the undiscriminating multitude. Mr. Sew- we read of the constant, patient martyrdom ard's full-length, with a copy of "Uncle of those faithful pioneers in the cause of liberTom" in his hand, even in these days of excitement, might, we fancy, be a less desirable subject for a painter than that of Machiavelli with a scroll. With certain privileges of art, custom has made us familiar. Respectable elderly gentlemen suffer themselves to appear in marble, in this climate of coughs, Mr. Darley's picture, from which a large colds and catarrhs, with nothing but a slight engraving is now published, represents, with fold of drapery across the pectoral muscles; exquisite fidelity, one of the incidents in that and we gaze calmly upon the statue of Wash-fruitful portion of our history. The Indians ington, in the trappings of Caligula, without in the pay of the British, in 1778, had been the least suspicion of the palpable anachro- gathering in and around the Valley, and the nism. In brief, however paradoxical it may story is thus briefly told in that admirable seem, the elements of art are more attainable, work by Chas. Miner, "The History of Wymore obvious, more easily recognized in the oming:" remote than in the near; and there are certain principles of effect, that have become legitimate, because hereditary, which artists, who wish to be on the safe side, had better acknowledge.

Happily, however, we possess certain
achievements in American art that are inde-
pendent of time and place, of costumes and
accessories-transcripts of nature, as it is
now, has been, and ever will be. We recog-
nize in the sketches of Mr. Darley-in those
expressive faces, and speaking lineaments-
a language that needs no interpreter. In
the beautiful landscapes of Cole and Durand,
of Kensett and Church, we see something that
will be understood wherever grass grows and
water runs, wherever trees rustle or clouds
mantle the sky.

ty; we read the names of our great countrymen inscribed upon the monument in memory of the "massacre;" and feel, that as Thermopyla was to the Greek, so is Wyoming to the American -a watchword, and a battle cry, against the standards of oppression!

At Fort Jenkins, the uppermost in the Valley, and only a mile above Wintermoot's, there were gathered the families of the old patriot, John Jenkins, Esqr., the Hardings, and Gardiners, Not apdistinguished for zeal, with others. prized of the contiguity of the savages, on the morning of the 30th of June, Benjamin Harding, Stukely Harding, John Harding (a boy), James Hadsell, James Hadsell, jun., Daniel Miller, John Gardiner, and Daniel Carr, eight in all, took their arms and went up about three miles into Exeter, to their labor. Towards evening, at an hour. when aid could not be expected, they were attacked. That they fought bravely was admitted by the enemy. James Hadsell and his son Benjamin, and Stukely Harding were killed. John Harding (the boy) threw himself into the river, and lay under the willows, his mouth just above the surface. He heard with anguish the

dying groans of his friends. Knowing he was

At one time he was so close that he could have near, the Indians searched carefully for him.

touched them.

The beautiful valley of Wyoming, our Eden, sweet, elegiac place, filled with the romance of our history, through which, like a silver thread, runs the Susquehanna river, has been a tlreme for a great European poet; but the "Gertrude" of Campbell, however admirable, does not embrace a tithe of the real interest How well this is delineated by the pencil inwoven with its own sad history. The of Darley, will be seen by referring to Mr very seclusion of the valley, its peaceful tran- Darley's picture.

This was the opening of the campaign.

From the Paris Correspondent of the N. Y. Tribune.

UNCLE TOM IN FRANCE.

cellent; the personation of Eliza by Madame Guyon at one, and of Eva by Mlle. Felix, a sister of Rachel, at the other, drew downUNCLE TOM's literary success I have spoken tears of applause. At the Ambigu, one of of in former letters; it had then surpassed the scenes represents an auction sale of anything of the kind since the issue of the slaves at New Orleans, where George, reMysteries of Paris. It is still going on with- turned a free-man from Canada, bids for his out abatement. It has been published at own wife; his competitor is his former master, Paris in the feuilletons of the Presse, of the whose passion is roused by the charms of Pays, of the Estafette, of the Presse Litteraire, Eliza; the wealth of the latter soon enables and of another paper; it has also been pub- him to run up the merchandise to a price lished in eight distinct book-forms, of one of beyond George's resources; two friends add which an edition of one hundred thousand their purses, but they are outbidden by the has been sold. Not one of the numerous planter, now mad with passion; at the circulating libraries that has not its well- moment, however, when the chattel is to be thumbed copies. Besides the large importa- struck off to the latter, false news is brought tion from England, the house of Baudry to him that his house is on fire, and he hurhas issued an edition for English readers; ries off; George is enabled, by another friendand still a new translation, the eleventh, is ly contribution, to rise on the last enormous announced in press. Not a journal or literary bid, and the auctioneer knocks down his wife periodical, from the Revue des Deux Mondes to her husband. "Il a reussi!" shouted at and the Debats, down to the Chronique de this instant a worthy blouse, who, with his France and Charivari, that has not had its body half extended over the railing of the article on Mrs. Stowe and her book. En- gallery, had followed every incident of a graved portraits of the lady are displayed in scene so novel to a Frenchman with breaththe shop windows; artists are already trans- less interest. ferring to canvass the graphic scenes from her pages; a reflex fame illustrates the merits of her other writings, and two translations of her smaller tales have appeared. And all this began only three months ago; Uncle Tom came out in a French dress for the first time last October. We briefly express the universal popularity of a person by saying his name is familiar throughout the land as a household word; it is indicated in this latitude by its appearance at the head of the play-bill. No book that has attained anything like the astonishing success of Mrs. Stowe's, if its scenes and characters offer any dramatic elements, fails to be adapted to the stage.

This is but one of several instances where the audience seemed to confound the fictitious horrors passing before them with some dreadful reality. I must note, with thankfulness, that the authors of the dramas had not taken the occasion to retort upon America the hard words which we have found cause to use toward France during the last year. The two theatres which I have mentioned, seat together an audience of 3,700 persons; they count upon a hundred successful representations of the American dramas. Still two other theatres, the Gymnase Dramatique, with 1,300 seats, and the little theatre du Palais Royal, with 930 places, severally announce as forthcoming the Cabane de l'Uncle Tom, and the Cassine de l'Uncle Tom. Finally, Mr. Ida or Ira Aldrige, a "black Macready," who would doubtless be mobbed at the Astor-place House, but who has been well received at the elegant Opera House in Berlin, is soon to play his round of Shaksperian characters on some Parisian stage. lle is, I believe, our compatriot. Lebao le Negre, who, in this revival of the dramatic black art, figures nightly with sufficient applause, is not, and cannot be further treated of among American representatives abroad.

The French, more sensuous (if I may so apply the word), but less imaginative, more gregarious and less domestic than we, love to see and hear in sympathetic crowds what they have wept and laughed over in solitary perusal. Consequently, the Ambigu Comique and the Gaité, the two largest theatres in Paris, are nightly crowded from pit to gallery with eager listeners and spectators to the thrilling words and brilliant tableaux of the dramatic spectacles founded on the American book. It would not be worth the while here to present an analysis of these two plays. You will find one given in all the Monday feuilletons of your Parisian files received by last steamer. It is enough to say that, with abundant By a letter from M. Chauvel, printed in the errors in manners, scenery and local coloring Independence Belge, on the subject of the estate generally, the black shade was essentially given to M. De Lamartine by the sultan, we American; for, as one of the critics last learn that the Turkish minister has repurchased Monday observes: "We have no slaves; on the concession from the French poet for an antouching the noble soil of France one becomes nuity of 80,000 piastres (about 7501.) to be duly free." The acting at both theatres is ex-paid for twenty-three years. - Athenæum.

LITTELL'S LIVING AGE.-No. 467.-30 APRIL, 1853.

POETRY: The Love-test

- Would You Remember Me, 272; An Old Maid's Musings - Turner and Claude, 276; The Legend of the Marie-Stein, 281; Clouds Shine and Fly, 282; How a True Poet is Made Man's Degeneracy, 313.

SHORT ARTICLES: Institution of Civil Engineers, 266; Death of Dr. Leichardt Russian Expedition, 280; Disinterment of a Buried City-Straw Paper, 296; Sale of Mr. Pugin's Collection, 318; The Ladies' Battle- Jubilee of the British and Foreign Bible Society, 320.

From Fraser's Magazine. his allegiance to the eagles; or at the præ

THE OCTAVIUS OF MINUCIUS FELIX.* tor's tribunal, when some hardy convert re

We are grateful to Mr. Holden for this new jected the oath to the Genius of Cæsar. But codition of the Octavius of Minucius Felix. amid friends and in the home-circle, where To a carefully revised text, improved by con- the new creed, as its author had foretold, sultation of the best manuscripts, he bas ap- had sown division of hearts, more temperate pended a learned introduction and compendi- discussions would occur; and among kinsfolk ous scholarly notes, which really elucidate and acquaintance who really esteemed one the author without vexing the reader by theo- another, may have been conducted and conlogical crudities or prejudices. And this is cluded with as little acrimony as the dispute no mean recommendation in an age when in this elegant Dialogue of Minucius. One patristic literature is so often employed as a member of the family- -we will suppose an Minu- imaginary case - had attracted notice or inweapon of offence in religious frays. cius Felix was, on many accounts, worth the curred reproof from his elders for omitting to pains of a new edition. If not one of the salute the Lares on his goings-out and commost powerful or original of the Christian ings-in. He had for some time absented himapologists, he is one of the most pleasant to self from the temples on holidays, and had read. More compact and graceful than the not bowed his head when the statue of Jutreatise of Arnolius, Adversus Gentes, less piter or Isis was borne in procession through rhetorical and tedious than the Institutes of the streets. His singularity had been reLactantius, his Octavius sets before us the marked by the Flamen, and talked about at the general points of the Christian controversy prætor's table. Marcus, it was whispered, with Paganism in a fair and lucid form. had become a denier of the gods; had even Minucius, indeed, is no Boanerges like Ter- gone frequently of late to a Jews' chapel on tullian, yet he is an abler defender of the the river's side, and had been seen standing cause which he advocates than was the soph- up to his waist in the water, while the Jewist Libanius, or his imperial pupil Julian, ish priest muttered over him some unintelligiof their decrepit Paganism. The heathen ble words. Marcus, too, was ever and anon Cæcilius might perhaps make a better fight repeating to himself a kind of charm carfor his Olympian friends, and the Christian men - but so far as the words of the charm Octavius might hit straighter blows. Celsus had any discoverable meaning, they referred and Origen, Faustus and Agustine, Jerome, to neither love nor war, neither resembled and Rufinus, handled their swords less like any of the hymns which were sung in the dancers. Yet Octavius and Cæcilius quarrel, temples at the calends, the ides, or the spring on the whole, with earnestness; and their and autumn festivals. Nay, more, Marcus controversy, as recorded in this Dialogue, seemed to have taken to evil courses; for he may be taken as a fair sample of the discus- had been traced to an obscure house in the gions between the old law and the new which suburbs, where, in an upper chamber, some must often have occurred under the porticoes of the rabble were wont to assemble after of a Roman villa, or in the studious retire-sunset for what purpose no respectable ment of Athens. The burden and heat of person could say; they could only surmise it the strife were borne in other scenes in the was for no good one, since the doors of the market-place, when some zealous neophyte chambers were opened only at a certain passdenounced the procession of the Salian priests word. With Marcus, accordingly, it had on the Martian calends; in the fore-court of become high time to talk seriously, for the the temples, when some stern enthusiast re- credit of the family. Prying eyes were fused to throw incense upon the altar of Ju- around them; the priest of Jupiter had even piter in the theatre, when some outraged condescended to speak with the priest of Isis moralist raised his voice against the pollution on the subject, and the prefect of the nightof the games of Flora; in the camp, when watch- the præfectus vigilum — had threatsome scarred and grizzled centurion abjured ened to bring the case, on the next Nundines, before the sitting ædile. Yet, when Marcus The Octavius of Minucius Felix; with an English Introduction, Commentary, Indices, and was questioned or reproved, his defence of Analysis. By the Rev. H. A. Holden, M. A., these proceedings made matters ten times Fellow of Trinity College. Edited for the Syndics of the Cambridge University Press. London: Worse in the eyes of all right-thinking mexi John W. Parker and Son, West Strand. 1853. He not only neglected, but defied Jupiter: