and establish it. There are articles on ury by the Tariff-that the rich are which the present Tariff imposes very favored by it at the expense of the poorduties-glass and glass-ware, screws, that wages have not been improved by it, wire, pins, buttons, &c., &c.—which are while the prices of fabrics have advanced as cheap to-day as, if not cheaper than, his attacks on the minimum principle, they were in 1841-2, when our duties and all his Jacobinic attempts to excite were at the lowest. There are other discord and jealousy between employer articles charged no higher than these, and workman, manufacturer and farmer, which are selling at enhanced prices. may all be passed by with the silent The price in each instance of an article scorn they merit. Very mournful is the mainly produced among us, is governed comparison of this "Report with the by the relation of supply to demand, and corresponding (but not kindred) exposiby the cost of production, regardless of tions of HAMILTON, A. J. Dallas, Rush, the amount of the duty.

Walter FORWARD, and other eminent This truth established, the Secretary's men who have preceded Mr. Walker in business is done. His Report is left base. the position he now occupies, but let that less as the unsubstantial fabric of a vision. also pass. It is by contrast only that a His assertions that two dollars are paid nation discovers its eminent benefactors, by our consumers to the protected inter- and learns to appreciate their services ests for every one brought into the Treas. and reverence their memories.



“ Come l’ Araba Fenice,

Che ci sia-ognun lo dice,
Dove sia-nessun lo sa.”


“Shapeless sights come wandering hy,
The ghastly people of the realm of dream."

Prometheus Unbound.

Nothing marks the peculiar character reproduced in various forms. We have of a people more distinctively than their examples of this every day. One of the legends and superstitions. These are the most beautiful fictions ever written by an first lispings of the infancy of a nation, American author—“ Rip Van Winkle”expressing its impulses and tendencies, owes its existence to the old legend of even before thought is matured; they the Kyffhăuser Mountain. grow with its advancement, embody its No work has yet been published, that spirit, and give a coloring to its whole I know of, containing anything like a fair literature. How perfectly is the litera. collection of European traditions. La ture of the East imbued with the dreamy, Motte Fouqué, Musæus, Grimm and voluptuous and gorgeous character of Hoffmann have done something towards its early poetic creations! Thus with the it-Lyser, perhaps, more; at least his wild, stern, vigorous genius of the North. work, being the latest, has the additional And if we wander among the olden, advantage of selections from his prede. shadowy Teutonic traditions, are we not

He has already published suire to find the germ of that subtil twenty-six small volumes on the subject, philosophy which distinguishes the meta- and the field is yet unexhausted. physical nations of Germany?

Perhaps it may be a desirable study It is not, therefore, an unprofitable for some of the readers of this Review task to pore among these treasures of to notice the peculiar genius of different

Though half-forgotten now, European nations, as shown in those intheir influence still exists, and they are fant utterances of the spirit of poetry.


the past.

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A glance at a few of the more character- sen, my Axela.” The little maiden looked
istic superstitions, is the utmost, of course, up inquiringly.
we can propose; but it may suggest more “ Thou knowest not yet, my daughter,
extensive investigations to others. It that every house has its haunting spirits.
will be pleasing, at all events, to wander, They blow out the light when one goes
unfettered by any proprieties of arrange- into the store-room ; quench the last coal
ment or progress over those dim regions in the oven, when one tries to kindle a
of romance, plucking a flower here and flame; steal the bacon from the chimney;
there—too happy if we can point out the eat the cheese, curdle the milk, and do
way to more patient and enterprising, everything else to torment the housewife,
though not more interested, travelers. and give her much to do. They sing

The superstition of “the Nissen” is and tramp about so to-night, because thy very old, and of northern origin. In Ger- father, for whose presence they have many this fantastic race used to be more respect, is gone forth to conduct the spoken of under the name of “ Heim- strangers over the snow-fields. Besides, chen.” There is a beautiful little ballad they must have a present from time to of Friedrich Kind, in which a goblin of time. They are dunning me so mercithis species figures as the hero. He lessly, I must not delay it longer.” plagues the owner of a house haunted by Therewith the dame went to the him so unceasingly, that to get rid of closed cupboard, took out two sweet him, the man sets fire to the house and cakes, and laid them on a little table in a runs away:

The goblin, however, is corner of the room. She put, also, in a seen seated on the top of the wagon con little dish, some fruits, preserved in sugar, taining the moveables, and calls out A pudding, and a piece of cheese, and most provokingly to the owner, “We fresh butter, all prepared by the excellent are off in good time, friend; the house housewife's own hands, completed the would be burned over our heads.” meal. She placed a light, also, on the Grimm includes this in his German popu- table ; for, said she, “they will then let lar legends. In the Hartswald, the Niss my candles alone.” sen are known by the name of Wichtel The mother and daughter then hid männchen. Heine makes his pretty themselves in the wide feather bed, drew Bergmann's daughter tell of them: the covering over their heads, and breathed

« The little Wichtel-men so fleet, not a whisper to disturb the seast of the They steal away our bread and meat;

Nissen. In the morning the good things Though locked up safely every night, had disappeared. The dame was delight'Tis vanished ere the morning light. ed that the little house-goblins had not “ The little folks, with dainty lip, rejected her propitiatory offering. The rich and yellow cream they sip; Uncovered then the dish they leave, Arela was a charming daughter of the And give the cat a chance to thieve.” north. She was loved by Eric, a young

A. T. Beer, in his novel “ Die Brüder," fisherman. Her prudent father would gives a little story that, besides illustrating rather have wedded her to a thriving the superstition, has a deeper meaning farmer, than a youth whose nets were

In a peasant's cottage in Sweden sat his sole possession. But he saw that the little Axela, leaning her head upon her young people truly loved each other, mother's lap. The dame sat listening and the dame besought him not to cross beside the large chimney that warmed the her only child; so that he consented to low-roofed chamber. She had been spin- the marriage, and made the young pair a ning, but had ceased from her labor, and nuptial present of a cottage completely let her hands fall in her lap; for there furnished, with a small garden atiached. was a singing and chirping throughout Axela was the happiest little wife in the the apartment, as if hundreds of Heimchen world. (crickets) were mingling their soft and One evening she said to her mother, shrill chorus; and a continual tripping to “ There are no Nissen in our house. I and fro of light, dainty footsteps, as of an never hear the singing that used to trouble invisible host.

me, or see any of the mischievous tricks “ Mother !” cried Axela suddenly, that tormented you so often.” “what is that we hear, but cannot see?” Heaven grant, the race come not The mother pressed her child closely to near thee !" answered the mother. her, and whispered--so as not to disturb the invisible folk-" They are the Nis Axela became a mother; and Eric, by


the death of a rich, childless uncle, who Who could endure to live with the Nis. had been engaged in smuggling, inher- sen? ited a fortune. The small house was The large wagon was packed with the greatly enlarged; the rocky spot of best of the household furniture, Eric and ground that had sufficed for a garden, Axela going along with it. The chilwas made twice as spacious; the store- dren were put with the maid into a small rooms were filled; a maid came to help carriage behind. They had gone but a the young wife in her household duties, short distance ou their melancholy way, the Nissen came also.

when they noticed a light swarm of Formerly, when Axela set away any. something upon the tall covered carriage. thing, she was sure to find it again; The drapery was shaken, and little now it was quite otherwise. If she sat figures, undistinguishable from the disdown to mend a garment for one of her tance, glided about, humming like a children, the other would cry in the swarm of bees. Axela was frightened ; chamber ; she would spring up to take but Eric went boldly up to the wagon, him, and on her return find the Nissen and cried, “ What are you doing, little had stolen away her thimble, or tangled devils, up there?” her thread, or done her some other mis. “ We are, the Nissen !" they murchief. Or if she set away her jars of mured, in reply. sweetmeats, carefully tied up with blad “ But what do you there?” Eric asked. der, she would soon discover that the A light murmur answered, “Wi flotta,” Nissen had opened a passage into them. We are traveling.) Or if she left a new piece of linen in her Axela and Eric looked on each other chamber, when called away on some in dismay, and at length burst out household duty, she would find it on a-laughing. her return, cut into small pieces, and no “ Let us stay, then, in our own one in the room but little Erie, looking house !" cried she. “The Nissen will up at her with his innocent eyes. Who not be separated from us; and I can bear could have done this but the Nissen ? their mischief better in my old home Or if she ran to bring home little Eric, than anywhere else.” who had strayed too near the water, on The horses' heads were turned, and going back she would find all the chick- father, mother, children, maid and Nissen ens in the garden, scraping and pecking returned with great joy. over the beds ; while of a certainty she As the little ones grew up, the Nissen had left the gate closed. Who could showed themselves less frequently; for have opened it but the Nissen ?

the housewifely order and neatness reThus it went on day after day. Ax- buked their pranks. They only claimed, ela grew quite melancholy. “ What at last, so much freedom as has been shall we do,” said she to her husband, yielded thein from immemorial time in “ for these tormenting sprites ? They all the dwellings of Sweden. plague my very life out.”

The superstition of the Klabotermann, • We had best,” said Eric, “consult and that of the shore witch, are widely my godfather, the wise Ulpf.” And current on the northern coast. The Kla. throwing on their cloaks, the two went botermann is the drotl of the sailors, who forth, leaving the children with the maid, will not tolerate any incredulity as to its to the dwelling of Ulpf. The wise man existence. It is said that a crew once shook bis head, and answered, “When mutinied against their captain on this the Nissen once have possession of a account, and threw him overboard. The house, they can never be driven away. Klabotermann is a kobold that haunts But you can travel about, dear children, ships; he is on shipboard what the and thus escape them.”

gnomes are to the mines, the goblins to Axela and Eric sighed deeply, for the houses, or the trolds or dwarfs to the they loved their home. The shrubs and woods and mountains. When kept in flowers they had planted were grown so good humor, he is a harmless sprite that beautifully—the new poultry-yard was works to keep good order in the ship, 50 convenient-the rooms had such an and never leaves it till it is about to sink. air of comfort—and the children were so A ship haunted by him cannot be lost, happy, looking out of the window unless he is provoked to forsake it by on the sea, where the ships were sail- the misconduct of the crew or the caping below them! But the house must tain. But like other goblins, he is capribe given up—though all wept to leave it. cious and easily moved to anger. He

never allows himself to be seen so long to continual disappointment. She tore as he is disposed to stay, but can often be the bridal wreath from her golden locks, heard at work moving the chests and threw it down into the waters, and, lading when there is danger from a squall, plunging after it, ended her life and her or pumping out the water that has got sorrows together. into the hold. If the ship has sprung an

Her old father died of grief; a storm unseen leak, he will keep up a hammer- destroyed the burg, of which ere long all ing on the place till the carpenter comes traces vanished. The spirit of Lureley and mends it. If the sailors are negli- has been since often seen standing upon gent about the tackling, he will mischievthe fatal rock, beguiling men to their ously tangle the ropes and cords, and death by her enchanting song. taunt them with mocking laughter from According to another tradition, Lureley the mast-head. If, at any time, this sprite is an Undine, and, like all of her race, a becomes visible to the whole crew, it is a lovely, capricious child, as wayward as certain sign the ship is doomed to de. sportive, and working mischief oft with. struction. The sailors, therefore, dread out intending it. A noble youth, the only nothing so much as the appearance of son of a powerful count of the Rhine, the Klabotermann.

heard the wonderful melody of Lureley,

and commanded his sailors to take him The beautiful tradition of LURELEY has to the rock. In vain they strove to disoften furnished a subject for poetry. It suade him; he insisted on obedience. has a place in the Traditions of the Rhine But ere they reached the spot, the youth, of Schreiber, and also in those of Carl Grib. unable to withstand the powerful spell I do not know that the simple story, as of the music, sprang from the boat upon current in popular belief on the spot a projection of the rock : his foot slipped where it originated, has ever been given on the moist stone, and the waters of the in English. Lyser presents it with less Rbine closed over him. The sailors bore embellishment than any other writer. the sad news to the old count, that his

From the rock of LURELEY is often son had perished by the arts of the witch heard a marvelously sweet female voice, Lureley—for such they deemed the Un. singing so as to bewitch all who hear it. dine. The old count tore his hair and It has proved the destruction of inexpe- garments, in his wild anguish, and gave rienced sailors; for, intent upon the song, orders that a body of soldiers should surthey forget to shun the dangerous whirl- round the rock of Lureley, and take the pool at the foot of the rock. This in- witch captive, living or dead. gulfs all that come within its reach. Old The soldiers encompassed the rock, and young, therefore, dread that melo- from the highest summit of which they dious siren voice; and strange tales are could hear the song of Lureley. The current among the people of the maiden leader, with some of his companions, who sings upon the rock.

climbed to the top, and saw the maiden According to one of these, Lureley was sitting there in sea-green, transparent a mortal maiden, the daughter of a noble robes, richly decked with jewels, that knight, whose burg stood on the rock flashed and sparkled in the evening sun. now named after her. A young and With a golden comb she was combing handsome knight was the suitor of the her long light hair, and singing : beautiful girl, and obtained her love and her father's consent. The nuptial day “ The heavens are rosy with sunset's glow, was appointed; the knight went to his And Father Rhine murmurs far below castle further up the Rhine, to prepare Wild tales in his sea-green bower ; for the reception of his bride. But he On the top of the rock so airy and free, returned not again. He was faithless, Is Lureley singing her melody. and forgot his first love in the pursuit of Lureley! Lureley! another.

It is the charmed hour. In vain watched Lureley, from early

“ Ah, gentle sailor, why pause so long, morning of the appointed day, for her beloved. From the high balcony of her Why listen to Lureley's evening song, chamber she gazed up the river. But There's a spell working here, and danger is

And upwards gaze, as it floats on the air? she was deceived: he never came. Then nigh; wild despair and madness seized upon Before 'tis too late, from the magic fly: her heart. She fancied every bark that

Lureley-Lureley! passed held her lover, but was doomed Ah, gentle sailor! beware-beware!"

The leader of the soldiers made a sign Then knew the soldiers that Lureley to his men, and emerging from the shel was no witch or enchantress, but an ter of the rock, they stood before the Undine. As they returned to their lord maiden. Lureley started not, but sat with the tidings, they found, to their great still, and looking with her clear childlike joy and amazement, the young Count smile upon the intruders, asked what restored to his father. He had suffered they would have.

no injury, but had been kept three days “We come to take thee, living or at the bottom of the Rhine by the misdead,” returned the leader ; " for thou, chievous water-fairies, in order to cool evil witch, hast murdered the son of our his mad passion a little. noble Count.” Then Lureley laughed a Not all, however, fared so well as the musical laugh, and springing up quickly, young Count of the Rhine; and even stood on the utmost verge of the rock, to this day is heard the dangerous meloclapped her small white hands, and sang, dy. Heine sings: looking downwards towards the Rhine : “Oh, father ! send up thy swiftest steed “ The sailor there, in his gliding bark, Send—and bear away thy child with speed : Is borne, alas! to his doorn along : Lureley! Lureley!”

He cannot see the ridge of rock,

He hears but the water-fairy's song. There was a hoarse murmuring of the waters far below, and two mighty waves, “ Ah! soon, ingulphed in the greedy wave crested with foam, reared their heads. The sailor-boy and his bark are gone; The Undine floated away on their backs, And Lureley smiles above his grave, and smiled archly, as she disappeared in On the mischief her song has done.” the Rhine.



THE ALPS AND THE RHINE; a Series of thus that Mr. Headley has introduced hiin.

Sketches by J. T. HEADLEY. New self to the hearts of thousands in our land, York: WILEY & PUTNAM, 161 BROAD as a brilliant, earnest man, of clear, frank 1845.

vision, and chivalric taste and temper.

We warrant everybody knows him to have MR. HEADLEY belongs to that class of the face and bearing of a knight! Who authors, who so infuse their own individu. that has read his papers on Napoleon's ality into their works, as to make it diffi- Marshals, could fail at once to recognize in cult for us to separate the man from his them the “born soldier,” with his heroic writings. In speaking of a book of his, impulses, his quick mathematical apprewe always call it Headley's, from an uncon. ciation of vast combinations with their scious recognition of his entire personifi- results—bis fine and accurate eye for effect, cation therein. We feel as if we knew which can, in one gleam of a

“ white him in the flesh—a friend and intimate- plume,” reveal to us through the blind his lineaments, voice, the whole manner tumult of a battle the heady current, with of the man clearly defined to our conscious. its foam-crested wave, which drives all ness. Without having seen him, we know before it to the triumph! Who, too, has what sort of a face he has, how he looks, failed to recognize the same spirit in the talks, and all about him. This power of stout and loyal Americanism, displayed in transfusing heart and soul into style, is a his scathing review of Alison, in one of rare and happy gift, constituting the re our earlier numbers. We acknowledge, as source and secret of successful authorship. well, cognate traits in the volume before Indeed, the writer possessing it, cannot us. Here, the same taste for the daring, the fail of popularity. His book is a fireside yearning for the physical sublime, which visitor-human and genial, which waris constituted him an appreciative critic of the heart as well as fills the mind-has the tactics, even of Napoleon, made him blood in it, and thews and sinews—the also one of the most graphic limners of the charm, glow and action of diverse and real bare, rude terrors—the salient magnificence life. We know it-not as an abstraction- of Alpine scenery, we remember. We do an ideal, perfect, but chiseled from cold not know Mr. Headley's birth-place; but marble—it is the lovable and social friend we judge his intancy must have been -a man of like passions with ourselves, passed in some wild, peaked chaos of our imparting and receiving pleasure. It is northern mountain scenery. The moun.

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