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His lidless eyes are coals of fire-
His garment, black as night-
Cover'd with mouldy mildew'd hair,-
An awful-awful sight!

And now he leads the tireless dance :-
Louder and louder grows the din;
Fainter the flickering tapers glow,
And ghastlier is his grin.
Louder and louder pat the foot-

Quicker and quicker draw the breath-
Reel it round with a merrier step,-
'Tis the honey-moon of Death.

The screeching owlet flaps her wings-
The cloister'd bat deserts its cell-
And phantomy forms, in airy rings,
The gibbering jargon swell.

The sisters weird in riotous mood,

With eyes of flame, and snaky hair;
Tripp'd lightly where the Demon stood,
And told their witcheries there.

And high they flung their waving arms,
Pale Death and the furies three;
And clapp'd their bony fleshless palms,
With songs of boist'rous glee.

Then up the aisle-and down the reach-
Hither and thither, and round the ring;
With serpent hiss-and owlet screech-
The infernal sisters sing.

The midnight air grew cold and dank,
And deeper grew the gloom;

Till the echoing sounds of the tumult sank,
To the stillness of the tomb.

The morning dawn'd-and its beaming rayLit up the grey old pile,

But lifeless forms in thick array,

Stood up and down the aisle.

And round about the image there,

Were some on bended knee;

And they gazed with a fixed and glassy glare, And smiled most horribly!

And some there were beside the bier,

Whereon the victim lay;

But their limbs were stiff with palsied fear,
And their souls had pass'd away.

There stood an old and grey grown one,
A man of hoary head;
Leaning against the chancel stone,
Where lay the gory dead.

His eyeballs glow'd a ghastly glare,
Their sunken sockets in;
And long and lank his silver hair,
Hung scattering and thin.

One hand upon his stricken heart,-
One shrunken hand had he-

As if some spirit's fiery dart,

Had quench'd vitality,

E'en when the life-blood danced along,

In pleasure's maddening glow;

And the festive foot, and the pealing song,

Were echoing to and fro.

There stood the young; but the gushing tide Of youth's young dream was o'er;

And the cheek that glow'd with manly pride, A deathly pallor wore.

The heart that beat with rapturous glee,

Where hope's unpinion'd wing; Soar'd fearless thro' futurity,

Whence glorious visions spring

In its wildest mood, had ceas'd to beat;
And the throbbing pulse stood still-
While vacancy sat in the self same seat,
Where sat the imperial will.

And thus they were-all motionless--
Nor sound of living thing;
Came o'er the murky atmosphere,
With slightest quivering.

'Twas like a dark and dismal grave,
That old and time-worn pile-
Fill'd up with many a loathsome corse,
Throughout its lengthy aisle.

A gloomy dim-lit sepulchre ;

A part of Death's domain;
The ghastly forins that stood around,
The subjects of his reign.

But Time has sped-and ages pass'd—
The world has older grown-
And darkness with her ebon wings,
Its brooding curse has flown.

And science in her nobleness,
Religion with her rod;

Is turning man from waywardness,
To duty and to God.

And there where stood the old grey pile,
Is a Christian Temple now;

And the song goes up as it did of yore,
And solemnly they bow.

But they bow them not to an earthly god.
They kneel to a loftier King,
And the songs that flow in unison there,
Are the songs that Christians sing.

Notices of New Works.

"AMERICAN NOTES FOR GENERAL CIRCULATION, BY CHARLES DICKENS."

As an earnest of our disposition to do Mr. Dickens justice; and to let him have fair play-we give two notices of his Notes--one from the North, the other from the South, by which he may perceive that they do not pass current in either section.-Ed. Sou. Lit. Mess.

When we heard that Mr. Dickens intended visiting the United States, we were not among those who fancied that, because he possessed a vivid and excursive imagination, capable of presenting to us scenes of thrilling or humorous interest in all the force of reality, be necessarily was endowed with all the qualities essential to a traveller of close, correct, and comprehensive view; that he must be a connoiseur in art, science and literature, and at the same time imbued with the reflecting and instructive philosophy, to draw our manners from our institutions; or, that he possessed the true conventional standard by which those manners are to be measured. Because he had written some charming works of fiction, which had given great and universal satisfaction, and in return for which we paid to his genius the homage we are learning to withhold from title

We will now attempt to show what Mr. Dickens does not appear to have discovered: that this general courtesy is one of the prominent and necessary results of our political organization.

and rank, we have not thought, that in compensation for our illustration. In opposition to these national offences, and hospitality he was bound to go through the country, eulogiz against the curiosity of the boys, desirous of seeing the ing and bepraising every thing he saw; we should have re-creator of their familiar friend Nicholas Nickleby, Smike, garded him as offering an insult to our self-respect had he and little Nell, we place the unequivocal testimony he gives done so. We can allow for those of another country and us, that his own countrymen are the most rude, disgusting familiar with other institutions, if they find it difficult to and impertinent of fellow-travellers; that, despite the false violate the instinct of human nature, the force of education assertions of preceding writers, we eat at our public tables and the promptings of that happy prejudice which inclines with more leisure and courtesy, than he experienced under us to prefer the defects of home to the perfections of other similar circumstances at home; but above all, that, remarkplaces, and cannot at once exalt the unaccustomed manners able politeness and urbanity pervades our republic, renderof our country, once the familiar ones of their own. We ing even custom-house officers civil and gentlemanly. know that men, accustomed to the use of bad wine, learn to prefer its flavor to the most delicate bouquet of good, and hence we can, very good naturedly allow Mr. Dickens, to pity us because New York does not afford idle population and vagabonds enough to encourage a "Punch and Judy," Har- In England, where men, by fixed institutions, are paled into lequin and "hand organ" in every thoroughfare, according distinct classes, one class is foreign, if not hostile to the to the established usage of the good city of London. Fi- other, and they have no sympathies in common. When, nally, we are not one of those who care what Dickens, or by any chance they come to be promiscuously thrown toany other foreigner "thinks of us;" nor do we suppose that gether, any one who belongs to the elevated, privileged or his opinion will have aught to do with our national destinies. ders, so far from feeling it a duty to render himself agreeable With such feelings, and from having had some observation to his fellows, dreads the contamination of familiarity with in England ourselves, we enter upon a consideration of his those, who, perchance, may be beneath him, and wraps himAmerican notes: premising, that upon this subject of slavery, self in haughty, if not surly reserve. Coldness and even we shall say nothing; because, upon this question, we should brusquerie of manner may thus mark the intercourse of both draw the sword and throw away the scabbard, without equals brought into accidental association, one being ig any beneficial result. It is a subject respecting which, henorant of the claims of the other. Those who are conscious knows nothing, and we cannot receive his fancies for facts; moreover, he is not, individually, responsible for his sentiments, they belong to every Englishman, from the chained naked wretches of the coal mines, and work-worn, white factory slaves, to the sovereign, who, not personally, but whose pageantry, crushes down the whole nation.

of inferiority, when they feel their position to be unknown, attempt to assert a temporary importance by a disgusting affectation, and overacting of arrogance and impertinence. The claims of the female sex have no soothing influence upon this social state of porcupine irritation, as we think it may justly be termed; for whatever the gentleman by birth may yield to the lady known as such, he does not acknowledge as the general right of woman. From these powerful influences, the promiscuous association of men in English conveyances, is marked by any thing else than the courtesy which is every where to be found in our republican omnibus cars, and dirty, rickety stage coaches. We will now endeavor to assign the reasons for our greater national polite

In this work, we see a young and ardent Englishman, with a sensitive and benevolent heart, and a fancy, which, with balloon-like expansibility, inflates itself by vaporizing the smallest fact, and gives itself to the wildest and most rapid wanderings. We see him with honest intentions, endeavoring to discover all the good he possibly can, through a thick obscuration of national prejudice, to write with the decorum due to his new friends; to condemn his own coun-ness. try no farther than it condemns itself, and by some harmless The highest rank known in our social relations, being and caricature exaggerations of minor points, to mingle that of gentlemen, and this being defined by no law, nor mirth and humor with his shreds of truth, sentiment and limited to any occupation, every individual in the republic philosophy, and thus produce as honest a book as would be feels that he has some claim to the character, and aspires, consistent with marketable qualities. Dickens' great talent in some degree, to the manners by which it is distinguished. consisted in his powers of individual description,--of emo- His circumstances and position may prevent him from actions-persons or localities, and its charm arises from the quiring all the arbitrary rules of conventional etiquette, but many harmonious and consistent circumstances, or judi-that courtesy which all know to be essential to the characCiously contracted incongruities by which he surrounds and ter of the gentleman, spontaneously prompts a corresponddevelopes the smallest nucleus of truth, and forces it upon ing manner; and hence, an American mechanic or laborer, our interests and sympathies. In the proof of this, we re- astonishes the English gentleman, by relinquishing a choice fer to his descriptions in the present work; they are pre- seat in a stage coach to any casual female passenger. The eisely similar to those of his previous fictions and possess American citizen does not fear a descent from his station all their interest. His description of the ship and of the by social converse with his casual fellow-passenger, and horrors of sea-sickness, in the second chapter, almost made none have reason to conceal their true position by an asthe chair reel under us, and quite made remembered mise-sumption of arrogant and rude superiority. A polite and res a present reality. See also his description of the re-courteous manner, not one of forms and ceremonies, thus flections and sensations of a prisoner in solitary confine- becomes a national characteristic; it is one of the glorious ment in chapter seventh; but to make it really true, you must suppose Charles Dickens, with all his sensibility and talents, the prisoner.

It is impossible that such a writer can be really truthful, however great his determination to be so; truth may be his purpose, but imagination involuntarily touches the point of his pen.

results of our republican institutions, and should teach us to regard the instructions of those institutions, rather than the lessons of every foreigner who assumes to correct and improve our manners.

Mr. Dickens reiterates the ridicule of preceding English writers respecting our disposition to inquire concerning the business, dwelling place, and destination of our fellow In common with all other English travellers, he discovers travellers, and to be equally communicative respecting saliva and tobacco to be the great abominations of our land. our own affairs. Although it be sometimes annoying, it We have no disposition to deny or to defend these peculiari- may be well before we determine upon correcting this chaties, but we are inclined to think that the feathery shower racteristic, to inquire, whether the national peculiarities in of saliva flowing from the car-windows, was merely a " Boz" which it originates, can be advantageously changed for those

value; national institutions only open for pay; and the Tower, St. Pauls, and Westminster Abbey are the recipi ents of shillings; "The tricks of trade" is a necessary phrase in the vocabulary, and are an essential part of the business for which every apprentice pays a premium to learn.

which dictate an opposite course among the way-farers of not over-taxed labor; hence social relations and enjoyments, England? At the risk of laying ourselves amenable to the relaxation and a disposition to spend money perhaps too charge of defending a national weakness, we will endeavor carelessly, mingle with our useful and profitable pursuits; to expose the spirit of our inquisitiveness, and to show, and hence there is never seen in the United States that that when it is changed for manners better suited to his condensation of thought and effort in the pursuit of gain, taste, we shall have lost much of our national virtue. The which is a prominent characteristic of those classes which circumstances which we have enumerated as leading to in England are thrown upon their exertions for a livethat courtesy among us, which is wanting on the other side lihood, and which the crowded competition for life renof the water, it will readily be perceived, have a close rela- ders necessary to all such, whether authors, professional tion to the present subject; but, the chief source of this men or trades-people, as they are called. Nothing is given trait is found in, and is the proof of the want of, that general gratuitously: literature, advice and minutes are measured distrust with which he so hastily and erroneously charges by money; courtesy and common civility are limited to the us; and the habitual dwelling of this distrust in an En-prospect of reward, and the chance of winning a customer glishman's bosom, renders our inquisitiveness peculiarly an- from a competitor; garbage and cinders have a commercial noying to him. A home-bred American citizen has not habituated himself to question, whether the man beside him in a stage coach, or at the dinner table of a steam-boat, is a haughty lordling above his communion, or a finished swindler of London graduation, interested in concealing his own movements, and dangerous to trust with ours. He feels that all around him, are, like himself, plain, unpretend- As before stated, we have not been led to these remarks ing people, upon honest business; each has nothing to con- by any supposition that Mr. Dickens' opinions are imceal, and does not fear to trust his neighbor: the common portant to us. Our object has been to show that our pecusympathy which pervades our people, leads to an inter-liarities are the result of the good in our institutions; that change of information upon each other's business, home, and destination. This feeling and practice has greater extent as we get remote from the sea-board, and from foreign influence. We allude to the American people, and not to those travelled exceptions, who have learned to despise the honesty of home manners, and to cloak themselves in the envelopes of imported corruption. There are yet other, popular relations, which sustain and nourish this inquisitive propensity and render it an essential part of our na-and inquisitiveness, and that he should not like the rough tional character. Our citizens with a vast continent before them, fulfil the purposes of their destiny, and do not sit down, generation after generation, in one place and to one pursuit; we scatter from one end of the union to the other and members of the same family dwell in various and dis-"it would be between Good and Evil, the living light and tant points; hence when a promiscuous company is gathered together in a travelling conveyance, each one may have come from the neighborhood of some acquaintance, friend or relative of the other, and by free inquiry and communication, a very pleasant association may be formed between strangers by the bond of a distant mutual friend. We have in much travel throughout our whole country, scarcely ever failed to experience or to witness such discoveries; these impulses foreigners cannot, of course, appreciate.

Seeing then, that this trait is the result of a wide spread sympathy; is the best evidence of freedom from distrust, and of mutual confidence, and marks the absence of corruption of character sufficient to destroy this confidence, we trust that this peculiarity may long continue to call forth the ridicule of those travellers whose previous associations and education unfit them to discover the salutary principles and humanizing institutions from which it emanates.

our republican organization is productive of social, as well as political advantages; and that neither Mr. Dickens nor any other foreigner is fitted-by his national education, to become the rule for us. We have no disposition to quarrel with him for his peculiar views, and we think he has been, considering national prejudice, generous. He has discovered food where more illiberal writers have overlooked it. It is but natural that he should quarrel with our tobacco-spitting,

roads of our new continent as well as the macadamised ones of old England. We cheerfully take all the scolding for these, for his testimony in relation to the Lowell factory girls, and his remark, that, contrasted with his own country,

deepest shadow." We should be angry with his strictures upon our congress if we did not know that his sentiments might have been copied from our own papers, and it is fully compensated for by his admission, that among our representatives are men "striking to look at, hard to deceive, prompt to act, lions in energy, Crichtons in varied accomplishment, Indians in fire of eye and gesture, Americans in strong and generous impulse."

As a literary production the work will not add to his fame; fortunately, it is not necessary to it. His descriptions of places, pigs, negro drivers and travelling companions are true to " Boz" if not to reality, and had the entire work been of this character it would have possessed an interest in which it is now deficient.

"AMERICAN NOTES FOR GENERAL CIRCULATION.

BY CHARLES DICKENS."

One other charge, that of devotion to money, has been The anxiously expected work of Dickens on the U. S., is brought against us, is stereotyped for insertion into every out at last, and its arrvival has created a much greater senBritish author and is conveyed by the expression, "the uni-sation, than its perusal will sustain ; for in spite of its taking versal dollar;" Mr. Dickens passes it on. We should scarce title, we much doubt, whether these "Notes" will be taken allude to this but for the absurd inconsistency of such a charge emanating from an English writer. It is true, that we have no classes in our country with their wealth secured by law beyond the consequences of their extravagance, who are removed from the necessity of useful exertion, and need never talk or think of dollars in the abundance of that wealth poured into their coffers by a hard worked population to which the idea of dollars for themselves, is beyond the farthest flight of hope. It is true, that none of us are placed above a care for the means of existence, and it is equally true that those means are within the reach of healthful and

into " general circulation," after the present "run" has been supplied, and the first issue exhausted; being a very depreciated currency, as regards value, to all the other issues from the same quarter; but proving that Dickens has learnt by his trip to America, that secret of Banking, by which, waste paper is converted into good current coin; although, like many of our Bankers, he has lost credit while making cash. By this time, we suppose the work has been swallowed by the whole reading public, and to his enemies, it must have afforded the most intense gratification; for it is one of the most suicidal productions, ever deliberately

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published by an author, who had the least reputation to lose. Į readable, since nothing written by him is ever totally destiNot that the whole work exhibits the impress of wilful malignity and deliberate injustice towards a nation, from which, both as an author and a man, he has received the highest favors; but because, it is utterly weak, frivolous, and inconclusive throughout, adding another to the many proofs of the fact, that he who attempts to perform a task, for which both his frame of mind, and previous opportunities have rendered him unfit, can only succeed in making himself ridiculous, and detracting from the real merit which he may possess. As a writer of a peculiar class of fictions, and master of the comic, "Boz" has had no rival; but when after a four months' run over a country like ours, he presumes to pass judgment on our national character and institutions, amazement at his audacity is only merged into pity for his folly, and the reader is irresistibly reminded of a similar undertaking, which he himself has graphically described on the part of a certain Pickwick Club," to perform the same service for the "unexplored Parishes" of England; with a similar result since the Hero of the "Notes for general circulation," is a fac simile of Mr. Pickwick in every particular, but the "gaiters" and the benevolence, which that indivividual is made to possess.

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We regret also to add, that we cannot acquit Mr. Dickens of a wilful plagiarism from an American Author, both in the plan and execution of his work; or he has never read our great national work "Salmagundi," since the "Notes" both in matter and style, bear a most striking similarity to the "Stranger in New-Jersey" by Jeremy Cockloft, Esq., contained in that useful and instructive publication, as any one can perceive, by comparing the two together. Mr. Dickens arrived at Boston about the end of January, and sailed for Europe about the first of June; he therefore spent but four months in the United States; the greater part of which time must have been consumed in travelling from one place to another; since, during that short period he visited all the Northern and Middle states, and several of the Western, taking a flying glance at each, and jumping at his conclusions, from information, picked up from any idler met by the way-side; much of his time too, consumed in eating dinners, listening to complimentary speeches, and replying to the same; and yet he pretends to enlighten his countrymen upon the manners, customs and mental peculiarities, of the American Savages, who almost drown him in "to bacco spit," and answer "Yes Sir" to every possible query that can be propounded to them, (see "Notes" passim.) Having in person made the same tour through the Northern States, we feel bound to say, that the descriptions of Mr. Dickens, are fancy-sketches throughout; the inconveniences of travel grossly exagerated; and no justice done either to the natural advantages or acquired excellencies of that section of our union. We do not mean to charge him with having intentionally done this, but think that it arises from his having measured every thing that met his eye, according to his own preconceived notion; all that corresponded with British taste was good; all that differed from things "at home" was necessarily bad; and the eye of the Londoner accustomed to the perpetual eclipse of the sun, quarrels with the fresh, bright appearance of the lovely villages of NewEngland, because they "look exactly like scenes in a Pantomine?" But some may say in vindication; that his short stay in this country did not admit of his writing a work of a more substantial character? but this is the very thing complained of; if such were the case, why publish at all, unless the hard dollars of his publishers were of more value to him than the permanence of his own reputation? and there is an old adage, which Mr. Dickens may with profit reflect on, relating to persons whose rise in the public favor, like his own, has been sudden "That he who rises like a Rocket is apt to come down like the stick." Of course the Book contains some interesting passages, and is very

tute of interest; the very blunders and extravagances in it render it amusing; and, in his description of the miseries of a sea-voyage and in several other places, we recognize the "Boz" of our early love, although any one, whose soul," has ever, "sickened o'er the heaving wave," must sensibly feel, that sea-sickness is the last thing in the world to make a jest of; and that he who can be guilty of such conduct, could not be serious about any thing whatever. As it is our wish to be temperate in our strictures, we would only say, that as soon as Dickens touches the soil of America, his good humor deserts him, and he becomes as crusty and crotchical a John Bull as possible; in comparison with whom Captain Marryatt is a courteous gentleman, and the Amazonian Trollope a paragon of meekness. One would naturally imagine that the chief objects of curiosity with an intelligent stranger, would be, the frame-work of our Institutions, and the distinctive traits of our National and Individual character, and that to acquire a knowledge of these, the Traveller would frequent places of public resort, the Halls of Justice, and of Legislation; and seek information from conversations with intelligent and enlightened men, who could throw light upon much puzzling to a stranger; does he pursue this plan? On the contrary, the peculiar bent of his mind drives him into Jails and Work-houses, Lunatic Asylums, negro dances, and those haunts of poverty and vice, which lurk in the narrow lanes and by-ways of large cities. Thither, the author of "Oliver Twist" instinctively directs his steps, the morbid anatomy of the human mind is his appropriate study, of his healthy action he knows nothing; and we do not despair of yet seeing some useful result arise, from his researches here, long after this impotent attack upon things which he does not understand, has been laughed at and forgotten. As a proof of our assertion, let any one turn to the Book, and he will find, that in his account of his visit to Boston (the first city he visited) seven eighths of the space is occupied, with an account of the Deaf and Dumb Asylum? while Cambridge and its University claim but a passing notice. Worcester and Hartford are despatched in two paragraphs; while a long chapter is devoted to his conversation with patients in the Insane Asylum at the latter place. To the city of NewYork he devotes but one chapter, and during his short stay, the time he could steal from his "Committee," was spent, not in surveying the magnificent Public Works of that great city; but in the "Egyptian Tombs" to the account of which, and the particulars of a negro ball at the Five Points, which he relates with infinite gusto, three-fourths of this chapter is given; these and the peculiar habits of the New-York Pigs struck Boz as the things most worthy of note and record in the great metropolis of the United States. Such too is the case in his travels through the whole country, the chapter on Philadelphia is headed "Philadelphia and its solitary Prison" and Mr. De Tocqueville whose visit to this country, was for the express purpose of visiting our Jails and Penitentiaries, saw less of them, and more of the country, than this "Traveller for amusement" during his short stay among us. And perhaps one reason of his blind and rooted prejudice against the Southern States, which he did not even visit, may have been the want of Penitentiaries to visit in them; for unfair and exagerated as is his account of the Northern states, it is kind and flattering in comparison with his strictures on the Southern, which, as we before stated, he did not even visit, having gone no farther South than Richmond; candidly confessing, that his prejudices were insurmountable, and that it was therefore useless to come; thus acting about as wisely as a man, who should bandage both his eyes, and then boast of his clearness of vision. His very humor fails him upon Southern ground, as witness his miserable failure at an attempt to be facetious in describing the ride from Potomac Creek; and his whole

account of Washington and Richmond is as flippant and feeble in execution, as it is bitter and hostile in design. As a specimen of the good taste displayed in it, we will cite an extract from his account of the President's Levee.

"The greater portion of this assemblage were rather asserting their supremacy, than doing any thing else that any body knew of; a few were closely eying the moveables, as if to make quite sure that the President (who was far from popular) had not made away with any of the furniture, or sold the fixtures for his private benefit."

Space will not allow any further comments here; suffice it to say, that faults of taste and temper might be pardoned in a hasty work, and many allowances should be made for one, who probably never in his life before, was "out of the sound of Bow-bells," whose head was also turned, by the gross flattery and servility of a set of Literary Jackalls, whose fawning has been repaid by the dedication of a Book, which is a libel upon their country and themselves. But there is one thing, for the commission of which, these pleas will not avail him; and it is, that he has permitted himself to be made a tool of by the Abolitionists, has endorsed their stale slanders, heedless of their falsity or truth; has inserted in his work passages from Southern Papers, which were actually the coinage of lying Abolitionists; and has basely pandered to the prejudices of his countrymen, by asserting as facts, things obviously false; for which he had no shadow of proof. Therefore it is, that although the greater part of this Book should only call forth a pitying smile at the vanity and folly of its author; his bitter assaults and foul calumnies in relation to an institution which he has not troubled himself to understand in any of its bearings, deserve the indignant scorn of an insulted and slandered People.

Columbia, S. C.

LAON.

THULIA. A tale of the Antartic, by J. C. Palmer, U. S. N., New-York, published by Samuel Colburn, 1843. This is a poem commemorative of the Southern cruise in 1839, of the Flying Fish-one of the tenders of the Exploring Expedition. It is neatly got up, and embellished. The Flying Fish was built, and ran for some time, as a NewYork pilot boat. She was taken into the Expedition at the last moment, and sent from the North River, to cruise among the icebergs of the Antartic, just as she stood, without having one nail driven to add to her strength. In this frail thing, Lt. Walker, with a dozen choice spirits, set out from Terra del Fuego in Feb. 1839, to search for an icy continent in a frozer sea. And though they did not make the land, they outstripped their more lusty and substantial comrades, and penetrated farther south by several degrees than any other vessel of the Expedition. The highest point gained by the Commander of the Expedition on that occasion, being about 65° or there-away-whereas, Lt. Walker, in his cockle-shell, went beyond 70°. In the next attempt, at the Antartic, none of the vessels of the Expedition approached nearer than three degrees to the parallel passing through the Ultima Thule of Lt. Walker. To him therefore belongs the honor of having reached, in the smallest, and by far the most frail vessel of the Expedition, the highest latitude gained by the American voyagers. Of this fact, there is not only no acknowledgment, but no allusion in the published "Synopsis" of the cruise. As a tribute to the modest worth of this young officer, and to secure to him the credit which he deserves, this little volume was written, and dedicated to him, by Dr. Palmer, himself an "explorer." There are some fine passages in it. Here is one on the departure of the vessel, under the name of "Thulia" from Cape Horn, for the inhospitable South.

"Fleet as the tern that wakeful springs,

From stunted beech, or blighted willow,

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"The very creatures of the brine

Appear to know her hapless plight,
And snorting herds of fishy swine,
Come plunging round to mock her flight.
"While from the vortex in her wake,

High spouts the whale, his flood of spray
Lashing the waters till they quake,

Beneath his fluke's tremendous play."

The approach of a wintry night at sea, described in these three stanzas, makes cold chills run through our veins as we read:

"With oval disk and feeble blaze,

Now shrinks away the pallid sun;
And night comes groping through the haze,
Like guilty ghost in cerements dun.
"The dark cold fog, slow settling down,
Hangs o'er the waste a murky pall;
And round the narrow misty zone,

The seas heave up a wavy wall.

"The storm, out-spent, has ceased to howl,
The winds have moaned themselves to sleep;
And darkness broods, with sullen scowl,
O'er the stranger and the deep."

In the morning a narrow opening through the icy barrier is discovered. The North River pilot-boat, alone and far in advance of the other vessels, steers for it. As she approaches it with frozen sails and stiffened sheets, the crew break forth in gladsome song:

"Yonder, see! the icy portal

Opens for us to the pole;
And where never entered mortal,
Thither speed we to the goal.
Hope's before, and doubt's behind,
On we fly before the wind.
Steady, so-now let it blow,

Glory guides and South we go."

The author then takes up the narrative and goes into a glowing description:

"Between two ice-bergs gaunt and pale

Like giant sentinels on post.

Without a welcome or a hail

Intrude they on the realms of frost.

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