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by Mr. Reynolds,) to obtain the data for which must have been a work of no inconsiderable toil and time.

Mr. Reynolds has discussed, at some length, the probabilities of reaching the South pole, and has advanced some bold and apparently sound arguments to prove that no insurmountable obstacle to its attainment exists. It may be said that the writer is an enthusiast: be it so; enthusiasm is a powerful ally of the discoverer, and has often commanded success, by prostrating and overcoming difficulties at which, without it, he would have quailed.

The author concludes his Address in the following fervid and impressive language:

"We feel that we have discharged our duty, and that the subject is now committed to other hands, to be disposed of by those whose decision will have no connexion with our individual feelings or wishes, nor do we wish that it should. Indeed, we have no unusual share of personal solicitude and feverish anxiety about the result. The time was, when we felt differently-far differently- but that time has gone by. For us there is no disappointment in store. We sought adventure, and have had it without the aid or patronage of government. Still our efforts have not gone unrewarded. The kindness we have so often experienced from our countrymen, and the charitable estimate they have put upon our labors, leave nothing to regret in relation to the past, while they make us independent with respect to the future. We have no narrow and exclusive feelings to be gratified. We wish to see the expedition sail, solely because of the good it may do, and the honor it may confer on the country at large.

"For the same reasons we wish to see it organized on liberal and enlightened principles, which object can be effected only by calling in requisition the known skill of the service, which will be found equal to the discharge of every duty, in any way connected with the naval profession.

"But this should not be all. To complete its efficiency, individuals from other walks of life, we repeat, should be appointed to participate in its labors. No professional pique, no petty jealousies, should be allowed to defeat this object. The enterprise should be national in its object, and sustained by the national means, - belongs of right to no individual, or set of individuals, but to the country and the whole country; and he who does not view it in this light, or could not enter it with this spirit, would not be very likely to meet the public expectations, were he intrusted with the entire control.

"To indulge in jealousies, or feel undue solicitude about the division of honors before they are won, is the appropriate employment of carpet heroes, in whatever walk of life they may be found. The qualifications of such would fit them better to tread the mazes of the dance, or to shine in the saloon, than to venture upon an enterprise requiring men, in the most emphatic sense of the term.

"There are, we know, many, very many, ardent spirits in our navy-many whom we hold among the most valued of our friends who are tired of inglorious ease, and who would seize the opportunity thus presented to them with avidity, and enter with delight upon this new path to fame.

"Our seamen are hardy and adventurous, especially those who are engaged in the seal trade and the whale fisheries; and inured as they are to the perils of navigation, are inferior to none on earth for such a service. Indeed, the enterprise, courage, and perseverance of American seamen, are, if not unrivalled, at least unsurpassed. What man can do, they have always felt ready to attempt - what man has done, it is their character to feel able to do whether it be to grapple with an enemy on the deep, or to pursue their gigantic game under the burning line, with an intelligence and ardor that insure success, or pushing their adventurous barks into the high southern latitudes, to circle the globe within the antarctic circle, and attain the pole itself; yea, to cast anchor on that point where all the meridians terminate, where our eagle and starspangled banner may be unfurled and planted, and left to wave on the axis of the earth itself! where, amid the novelty, grandeur, and sublimity of the scene, the vessels, instead of sweeping a vast circuit by the diurnal movements of the earth, would simply turn round once in twenty-four hours!

"We shall not discuss, at present, the probability of this result, though its possibility might be easily demonstrated. If this should be realized, where is the individual who does not feel that such an achievement would add new lustre to the annals of American philosophy, and crown with a new and imperishable wreath the nautical glories of our country!

"We have done. For the courtesy with which we have been received, and the indulgence with which we have been heard, accept our thanks.

"To the ladies who have so kindly honored us with their attention, our most respectful acknowledgments are due. You are identified with this subject. It was from the sagacity and generosity of one of your sex- the high-minded Isabella, Queen of Spain, that this continent was discovered at the time it was, and by whom it was:

when monarchs hesitated, and ministers looked on with cold and calculating indifference, she cast her jewels upon the waters, and fortune paid her with a new world, from which has sprung a race of men, who have given new hopes to liberty, when it was nearly lost; and who are now struggling to throw back on Europe, with interest and gratitude, the rays of light we have received from her. In the strong cord of public opinion, which binds us a people, when chains of adamant could not, the silken and the golden threads are what woman thinks of public measures!"

PROTESTANT JESUITISM. BY A PROTESTANT. 12 mo. New-York: HARPER AND BROTHERS.

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THE title of this book and the table of contents are alike dubious, and a little startling. Whether the author has erred in this dash of the ad captandum, and frightened whom he would attract, we could not have said so well at first, as after a second thought. On the whole, we believe he could not have done better; first, because the book will secure attention;; and next, because it will be more extensively approved than one would predict, under the first jingling of its title, etc. 'Come,' said we to a reverend divine, 'read us that chapter, the heading of which sounds the worst, or as bad as any, viz: The world more Orthodox than the Church." He accordingly read it. 'Well,' said he, 'that 's true, every word of it. But I did n't like the bell on its neck.' Doubtless many will be startled by these bells; it was perhaps a foolish whim of the author to put on such a string of them. Nevertheless, they are well devised to attract attention; and they who once dip into the book, and get a taste of what is there, will find sufficient temptation, we warrant them, to walk straight through the whole. It is a downright clever, and a rare production. Its aims are, first, to 'down' with temperance ultraism. Good. Next, and that is the main drift — the all-pervading element- to show, that the spirit of Jesuitism is getting into our religious and reforming societies, and threatening mischief. We never thought much about this, we confess; but if we do not mistake, the author will soon have set a large portion of the public thinking about it. If there be no Jesuitism in these societies, they can easily acquit themselves; but if it be indeed so, the sooner it is exposed the better. We are happy to find ourselves in good company in expressing a favorable opinion of the book, and of the sound christianity of the author. He has, indeed, given one of the best arguments, and a perfectly novel one, in favor of Christianity versus Infidelity. He has shown, that christianity is established in society beyond the possibility of being disturbed; and that one of the principal obstacles in the way of its final and complete triumph, is the over-doing of its pretended friends in the ultraisms of the day, and other things akin to them.

TALES OF THE GOOD WOMAN. BY A DOUBTFUL GENTLEMAN. New Edition. In two volumes. pp. 468. New-York: HARPER AND Brothers.

THESE tales are familiar to the numerous admirers of Mr. PAULDING, who will rejoice at an opportunity of obtaining and preserving them in the beautiful form in which they are presented to the public by the publishers. To praise them, we should but iterate; we shall therefore content ourselves with stating, that the 'Chronicles of Gotham,' as originally intended by the author, now form the second of the volumes before us, which contain, altogether—with an admirable 'Memoir of the Unknown Author' the following papers: 'The Yankee Roué," The Drunkard,'' Dyspepsy,' "The Cradle of the New World,' 'The Politician,' and the 'Dumb Girl.' We know of no two volumes which embrace more useful, instructive, and entertaining reading, than these 'Tales of the Good Woman.'

EDITORS' TABLE.

PARK THEATRE-MISS GROVE.-This young lady made her first appearance in America, during the past month, in the character of Juliet, and we are happy to say, with a success which must equal her warmest wishes.

Of all Shakspeare's fair creations, there is not one more beautiful, more truly feminine, or that more strongly attaches itself to our sympathies, than that of the gentle Capulet. We see before us, in the career of Juliet, the complete development of female character, at that interesting epoch when love asserts its full dominion. It is a history of true love, which the poet says 'never did run smooth' -a history comprising the exquisite romance, the true poetry, of woman's life. Juliet, from the balcony to the tomb, lives, moves, and has her being, under its undivided influence. She appears to us like a rose in its early bud, when its unformed leaves first blush through their green, mossy covering. We see the bright, warm sun shedding its glow upon the tender plant, and even while we gaze, the leaves open to the light, acknowledging the influence of that heavenly ray, and uttering their gratitude in every new beauty which the life-giving orb unfolds. The sun is hid - the sudden blast which precedes the storm sweeps rudely over the gentle, unsheltered flower: we see it tremble on its tiny stem - the storm gathers the cold wind chills the tender plant; the warm sun falls no more upon the delicate tracery of its leaves; its beams are absent now. Suddenly a fitful ray glances through the cloud, and again its blushes are sparkling in the light: it is but a flash, and now, darker than before, the tempest lowers the winds and the storm descend upon their victim, and its beauty and its life are gone together.

So is it with Juliet, and such would seem to be the conception of Miss Grove, through all the delicate unfoldings of the character. She has evidently studied much, and with a mind intent upon all the beauties of this lovely creation. There is a freshness, a youthfulness, about Miss Grove's Juliet, that we have never seen before. The balcony scene was especially interesting. There was all the naïveté and girlish simplicity which distinguish the character of Juliet, at this early stage of her love. It was an artless exhibition of nature - uncontaminated by that boarding-school affectation and prudery, which have so often marred, in the eyes of the judicious, the exquisite simplicity of this scene. The best that we have ever witnessed have not excelled, if indeed they have equalled, Miss Grove in the expression of that trusting fondness, that confident reliance, which, in the utter abandonment of all things else for her love, Juliet places in Romeo. There was an earnestness in it, that utterly destroyed the fiction of the scene. In the second act, with the Nurse, she displayed an impatient restlessness, which, while it was strictly within the bounds of probability, presented a most vivid picture of excited anxiety. The great scene in the fourth act, which was always so terribly grand under the personation effected by Miss Phillips, was rendered in a style somewhat different, evincing a study and originality, highly creditable to so young an artiste. There is an expression of amiableness rather too generally pervading the countenance of this lady, and which we think takes from the otherwise startling effect which some of her portraits would produce. This honnêteté, as the French critics call it, is often an affectation with young ladies, both on and off the stage- very pleasing in a tête-à-tête, at a fashionable party, perhaps, but not always in character in tragedy. We do not wish to be understood as saying that Miss Grove lacks expression of the right sort, but that she indulges rather

too generally in the one alluded to. It is a habit which her good sense will no doubt lead her speedily to correct. We hope soon to have the pleasure of witnessing Knowles' 'Julia,'' ,''Marianna,' and characters of still greater compass, personated by Miss Grove, which if she portray with the ability she has displayed in Juliet, will elevate her at once to a point of excellence very rarely attained.

MR. DOWTON.-This finished comedian took his farewell benefit a few nights since, previous to his departure for the open arms of his many friends at home, much to the regret of his very ardent admirers in this country. Mr. Dowton is decidedly and without exception the most finished, faultless actor we have ever seen upon the boards of a theatre. This unqualified expression will be upheld, we venture to say, by all who have witnessed his performances here, and by the many who have long enjoyed his personations of character at home. He is the only actor - Macready, perhaps, excepted — who utterly despises and contemns the fictitious and glaring assistance of every thing like rant, in his performances. There is no trick, no traps for applause, no glances at the pit, no nonsense. He is nature's self, and trusts solely to the direction of the impulses which nature gave him, in producing his effects. He is an old man, now, and we have seen him only in his 'sere and yellow leaf;' but it is a healthy winter- an old age yet redolent of the spirit of youth in which we have greeted him, and in which we bid him a reluctant farewell. He is alike an honor to his profession, to society, and to the green old age which he bears so nobly—and may the sunset of his life be as such men's should be an evening without a cloud!

MR. POWER. We have omitted, heretofore, to mention the return to this country of this accomplished gentleman and inimitable actor. He has, during two recent engagements at the Park Theatre, been through his usual round of characters, to the entire satisfaction of audiences so numerous, that no previous blazon of ours could have added to their numbers. It would seem that even Mr. PowER, blameless as is his private life, and as gentleman-like and exemplary as he is, wherever encountered, is not above the reach of calumny. He has been wantonly assailed in England — accused of changing his name, and denying the land of his birth — by a writer who has, through ignorance or malice, wholly mistaken his identity. The manly and dignified explanatory letter of Mr. POWER, which has recently appeared in the public journals, does credit alike to his head and heart, and has served to establish him more decidedly than ever in the good graces of the American public.

AUGUSTA. - Reader, have you seen Augusta? Perhaps, with a supercilious curl of your nether lip, you declare yourself surfeited with excellence, and altogether unfitted to pass judgment upon any thing which does not parallel that more than beau-ideal of your imagination, the never-to-be-sufficiently-deified Taglioni. Ainsi soit il! You have travelled. There are others not so fortunate. Reader, have you seen Augusta? No! Then believe us, you have yet to see the perfection of art the concentration of all that is most exquisite in grace — of all that is most poetical in the 'poetry of motion.' You have yet to acknowledge the divinity of our modern Aglaïa.

Behold her! - a form for Praxiteles to study a face that Helen would have sighed for-eyes sparkling with life and beauty, like the orbs of the sea-born goddess, when first she rose in the vivid sunlight from her snow-driven couch of spray. See! she comes bounding along with a foot-fall light as the tap of the honey bird's wing, as he brushes the morning dew from the flowers. Her feet do touch the ground, but yet so imperceptibly, so fairy-like, that the salutation seems a merry mockery, as if the air held them as its own, and they were buoyed up by aërial spirits who, in their adoration, would not suffer them to be contaminated by companionship with the dull clods beneath.

Euphrosyné! what a bound! It seems, indeed, as if the spirit of joy had possession

of that fairy foot, that trembles in very ecstasy. Now she trips along, with a soft music in her step, like the small rain of an April shower, just heard in the still evening, as it patters upon the bosom of a quiet lake. A sylph might acknowledge that graceful step. You who now gaze in silent wonder upon that airy form, are searching for the wings which you could swear gave their aid to that last elastic flight, which seemed to bear her figure into mid-air! But words are dull - prose is flat, tame, common-place — and, in the rapture of our admiration, we cannot do less than herald her a sylph at once; and devoutly do we believe in her consanguinity, at least, to that airy people: for are not her attributes those which Beranger declares belong to those beings of the air? Audita utraque parte-judicia!

'Oui, vous naissez au sein des roses,

Fils de l'Aurore et des Zéphyrs:
Vos brillantes métamorphoses
Sont le sécret de nos plaisirs.

D'un souffle vous séchez nos larmes ;
Vous épurez l'azur des cieux:
J'en crois ma Sylphide et ses charmes
Sylphes légers, soyez mes dieux.

'J'ai dévine son origine,

Lorsqu'au bal, ou dans un banquet,
J'ai vu sa parure enfantine

Plaire par ce qui lui manquait;
Ruban perdu, boucle défaite;

Elle était bien, la voila mieux.
C'est de vos sœurs la plus parfaite,
Sylphes légers, soyez mes dieux.

'Que de grace en elle font naître,
Vos caprices toujours si doux !
C'est un enfant gaté peut-être,
Mais un enfant gaté par vous.
J'ai vu, sons un air de paresse,

L'amour réveur peint dans ses yeux.
Vous qui protégez la tendresse,
Sylphes légers, soyez mes dieux.

'Mais son aimable enfantillage

Cache un esprit aussi brillant

Que tous les songes qu'au bel âge
Vous nous apportez en riant.
Du sein de vives étincelles,

Son vol m'élérait jusqu' aux cieux;
Vous dont elle empruntait les ailes,
Sylphes légers, soyez mes dieux.'

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EDITORS' DRAWER. But three moons have waxed and waned, since our drawer 'made a clean breast of it,' and disgorged its entire contents; but lo! it is again full, insomuch that it runneth over with a superflux. Let us again address ourselves to an examination of the claims of patient expectants.

THE author of 'New-York and New-England,' in a late number of this Magazine, little knows what a hornet's nest he has punctured, by the promulgation of the opinions which were contained in his article. From among several protestandos which have been entered, we select the following, which, rather than to omit, we are compelled to abridge for this department. The illustrative quotations, from a paper so recent, are hardly required. The writer sets about demolishing the sweeping, Trollopean charges of his adversary, in right good earnest. After a few preliminary remarks, he observes:

"Certain it is, that for reasons given by the author of 'New-York and New-England,' the foreign traveler uniformly arrives at incorrect conclusions as to our character. He overlooks those peculiarities and modifications that necessarily exist in the different sections of a country so vast, and in a nation so free. The enterprise of our citizens, the spirit-stirring genius of the age, so forcibly illustrated in the tide of emigration flowing

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