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Theo Light at Horne.
Tle light at honie how bright it benins
* Vhen evening shades around us fall;
d from the lattige far it glenis,
To love, and rest, and confor't all
When wearied with the toils of day,
And strife for glory, gold or fame,
How sweet to seek the quiet. way,
Whero loving lips wilPI'Hp our name,
Around th 3 light at home.
When through the dark and stormy night,
'Ihe wayward wanderer, homeward flies,
low cheering Is that twinkling light,
Whiol: throughathe forest glootn he spies!
It is the light of hoine. lie feels
't'hat loving hearts will greet hii there,
And softly through -is bosom steals
The joy and love th', banish care
Around the light at home.
The light. at home -how dtill ane sweet
It peops from y,'nder cottage door,
The weary laborer to greet.
hen the rough toils of day are o'er !
Sad is ti11 soul that ilo 4 not knlow
The blessings lint the beam impart,
The cheerful hopes anl joys a Ii flow,
And lighten up the heaviest heart
Arottnd tlie light at liome.
THE NOVEL---AN ADDRESS.
BY TiEM LATE DAUNWELL 9# sTUART.
Ladies md Gentlemen
Our efforts to-night will be to at' I
tempt to draw your thoughts from the i
vexatious issues of the day, to leave
the sword where it has falen, there to
rust, wreathed with cypress, would I
thtt it had been with laurels, and to i
carry you to the Ideal World "aloof 1
and afar," where calmin art's puro d wel.
lers drcam, and beyond the "lovely
rainbow on the dow of the qpent,
- thunder clonds" which have lately
*ept our horizon, to gize upon "the
peaceful blue" of the sweet 1-hy of
literature. If your speaker does thhl,
or aids any one to do this, his mission
i. performed.
0 ir subject is the Moretas a Work s
of Art-its Distinctive Features-7he'
RS'phere it Occupies in Lite-ature -A Id
its Chief End. i
Soienco, literature and art are
words seldom comprehended by the I
many who use them, nor will it be otr I
province to define them further than t
to clear the way for the suhjct before c
s. Science is the howledgo , of the t
many digested and arranged so as, to C
be available" by one. Literature is %
the inouthpiece of cience, tmking it c
known, and art the application of .
science to attain a eertain end. That i
end may be utility or phygioal con- r
fort, resulting in the useful arts; or i
taxy administer specially to the sense
of the beautiful, resulting in the fine
avts. There is frequeitt interming- 1
ling, and enoh particular se'ine has3 I
its ars utilis, or it- ur's ingenait as rc- i
viewed front the standpoint of the <
p->0t oe utilitarian. Besides this
beauty in the essentially useful, there t
is at determindate sphere frdm, wnthie 1
tho mere useful is excluded, far~ :
practical sagaity," and as the fruit
lessa flowers of' the Gseldla,seems only toi
be an application> of science to grati- a
fy that responss to the sublime oi' the <
beautiful which fills the heart of all, 4
from the savage looking up through
primeval eaves to thei stars "shaking
in the aure," his ear bewildered
with the ripples of waters and the
note of' night bitds'to the gentlidman
in the velvety drawing rootn gazing
at the Enow soeae "amid -the Alpine (
~untains cold " or dreamily~ watoh
ing the gold fih ofhis a q ri'umb
fiashing in the 'gashight. There isi
mnusl6 and seulptire'andt aitifine.- I
Literature has it flnue arts tb. Those
are, 1st. Poeti. M.l Th~e Drama,
and 3d., Prose wor'ks of fiction. It is
then to a provine~ of the fijie arts 'in
literature-prose works of fiction our
way shall lead. 4. '., to that -applien
$ign of science by means of literature
to the attainment of the gratification'
ofthe Aense of' the boautiful'or sub
lime, as displayed in prose works of
lietion.
Nvon this dognan ,is togq.tietnsive
tsean in tile tie our coommand
dj' wl. ut e J40. ,narrowf
our liaittA frota ye pks of fioni
to the Novel, as f19 ~,er to the
ame taik om4l b:se oca i
istenQe, with whidMla~ Iae most to
do, and know east p~boui the' r~ovel
holds nlo mean 'ptaa; wh' 4f find it.
luttering frotn a thppsand 'presqe
read~b' byno in fat,, entu aturnt
amusing jtho ..jli4 . qrI ld iri
ci's turbelowe4 i , elej a ,eany
Scot, the llibe pta . gptr.tls aa
blue and the a e pop
and fiuttqr with .e o a nue,
if the honest t oes
enjoy agood nov .
eulov Per doed b
tite is never satisfied and the press I
never weary. When we consider that <
this department of art. was scarcely a
known. in England before the last cen- d
tury, and how it is now spread, we a
can appreciate the magnificence of its <
domain. Let us then, while the din- v
mond dust of human knowledge is <
gliding through the hour-glass of a
Tine, endeavor to catch one little 'I
grain, the modern novel, and examine i
its crystal radiance Ut the light of
art, before. we let it gp to spar kle on I
and cheer the eyes of other centuries.
Fiction mny'be. diVided into lst. a
Northern oi- WdIe. 2d. Southern a
or Olassio. dCOciental. 4th. The I
Mixed. '4o& fiioa division iny be a
referred Goethe$ Foquet, Wieland, <
Kotzbue, Schiller, Wolpoles' Otranto, q
and Miss Radc)iff's writings. The E
rho lays of Milton, Homer, Virgil, c
Racine, Dante, are classio. The Ara- '
bian Nights, the Sacred Hebrow Poe- i
try, Moore's Lala Rook, are oriental,
6yhile the mixed may be found in i
3hakespeare and the novels. e
Shakespeare in his Hamlet, Romeo I
Lud Julet, Midsummer Nights Dream r
ind Historio Dramas, manifebts the a
amster in every field of fiction ; and I
,he novel likewiee, tramps with elastic a
,read to and fro this "field of the
sloth of gold," dressed out in all its a
'oreign as well as splendid natural u
idorninouts, under the plastic powers e
if Scott, Bulw er, Diekens, Thackeray, e
Lnd a host of others. t
It is then to "The Mixed" in fie- I
ion we would refer the novel, and, by v
iovel, we iean no fairy or bob-gob- i
in tale. No romance of good King fi
rthur or Charleuangue. No -single ni
orsernan effusion, but soones drawn f
rois manners, domestic life and na- u
are, the author holding up the nir- E
r and rt flecting truth from his pages. l
in unnaturally beautiful and inter- il
sting heroine who steps lier parts a :
>uppet has no charm for us, and an e
6bstruie p hilosolher for a hero, b
whose vernacular is Greek Hebrew or g
-yriac, and who gives one lectures on r
lotany, Etonology, Psychology and t!
5oeial P1hysics is a tsoporific pedant o
when he is not an insufferable bore. X
We read a novel for* delight, not for v
nstruction. There is the sentimental o
ir sickly class, would immerse us in J
eutitnent and love.. In such, see an w
klUonzo, about to address his latura
weetness,' after a long agonized
4course of true love which never did
Un smooth," sweeping down on his
mmaculate victim with a tornado of
>assion until with an osculation, matri
nony "in future". closes the extatie
latural scene. There is the diluted
tyl'e of novelist drawing out 'in link- w
(' sweotness" a good idea to such at- a
eilatiol thapt the drop of the honey e
it Hy bla palls from its insipidity, I
ih spoeidity for triffing detail, mi- c
roscopio in memory, in a uurder t
cone would stop to enlighten us by b
n intricate disquisition on the color a
.nd pattern of the *ehintz' curtains .1
vhich hung at the windows, and the it
)tece of the hatchet with which the B
leed c(Was done' In painting Crow- .h
Yell, would devote their whole art to r
he wart on his noso. Sub-lime are It
,hey on a creaking wheel and weeping
ver a drowning fly,
There is the transcendental or ob- a
eure who do a deal of fine writing o
vith not a deal of son-sc. For in- n
'tauce, a painter is described as "see- t
ng partially, slightly,t tenderly, eatch- 't
is the flying light of things, the me- v
nentary gloonms, could feel his a
lorongth 9omning from whitersnows afar t'
aff ita Jleaven." Fages of such
'wordy afieetation" adorn their works. I
['ho inoffensive or proper novelist, an.
ither class, present us invariably, as h
l'hackeray has'it7 a "Prince Pretty- e
nan, who at the end .of his adven-. v
ores,.is put in possessin of every p
vo~ldIy prvosperity as heo has been en- a
lowed with every mental and bodi-ly c
,mcellence preiviously."' Their hereas ai
rye titled and their heroines, "Fault-. a
ly faultless, icily regular, splendidliy ti
iu dead perfection." a
'Jdhese rare a few of the multitude e
he brainless efEusions of whose* prolific y
pens ate fast slipping into oblivieus u
omnolence in "that undiscovered n
sonsrtry,".in literature, "from whose a
bourne mgo traveller returns?" Turn
wit~h us from these-false ringing nietals ti
o the delineation of Ideal Truth, as t'
iambodied in fition--to' the' English n
N.ovel, as it commenced with I1e'oe, p
ar nmore correctly with the Spectator r
in the characters of Sir Roger D~e- ai
D~overly, Sir Auidrew Freeport, CJapt ti
.rain Sentry, and Will H~oneyoumb, as ei
it brightened .with "ti-anquil virtue,"
int the 'AVioar of Wakefield," and was a
puriled y Frnci Bane ad Ri.ch- fi
ardson, from the drvoss of the kind t'
bearted Fielding, the hutnorous Smol- ?
let and Sterne with ;his .foolery and g
wgit.:,. As I$stione with the 80p8bipe of rn
tteaven under 'the band of the objec- a
blie Soett; alt glowed iih passion a
lotbe poetio pt'dse ''of'thb an1be'etid 1
Blulweri a it spaigled with the tri-~ 1
tljties snr.d; ap isppbbiant of. ho sativl- 1
s~d Iuartesl Thaelseray ; as it r
r i io eirriment i
"hgblbanw 4 a T th'! I
Iappasaof g~mide 'fihe. 6diota of' tlfe
6er wito Lgyptp tMist whei she
ook in her arm chair her afternoon
lozcs, "That Sir Charles Grandison
hould be read t her, because If she
[ropped asleep in the reading, she was
ure when she awoke to have lost none
f the story and to find the party
where she left them coversing In the
edar parlor," very applicable to al
iost all the novels of that time.
'heir epistolary style, their prolixity,
niforn sameness, together with coca
sional impurity mace them known to
ut few pt present. Richardson is
rosy, Smollet tartly cynical, Sterne
plagiarist and an over sentimentalist,
uad Fielding shows his loving honest
eart in his Parson Adams, Joseph
nd Fanny, but his h umor has the taint
f obscenity and his scenes are fro
uently low. When we come to
4tt, we see the master hand of a
reative genius, not content with i
echoes," making for himself "ideas,"
rhich in his domain will endure un I
urpassed. le is no humorist. He
tbors when he attempts to be humor.
us and his wit smells of the lamp.
Iis plots are sometimes obscure, ab.
upt and uninteresting, and his style as
model inferior to his predecessors ;
iut his pictures painted with the tasto
nd pen of a poet always delight. I
With no attempt at social reform,.
g is the case with Dickens, he gives I
a scenes from nature which will ever 4
atrance and characters we can never
3ase loving. Hiii descriptive facul
es are powerful. Shakes pare's
ichard III, Iago, Cordelia, and Lear,
e could never recognize except as
iearnations of evil ambition, mali,oe,
ial affection and a heart of an oldI
an broken by ingratitude. Their.i
toes and appearance is never .before
s, their qualities ever present. In .
cott, on the other hand we recognize
is characters by their features, bear.
ig and dress--the stately Elizab46b I
alki and acts like a queen, and ti 2
)urtly Raleigh spreads his mando t
eneath Her Majesty's feet with a i
race and vividness that makes the I
inder feel almost like a spectator of i
tat knightly scene-Rob Ryr, his-foot 1
a his native heath, and his name, a
loGregor, stands out from the can- 1
ass, and we are sure we could point 'n
at the homely, but lovable face of d
aenie Deans in any art gallery in the t
orld. 9
"A perfect woman nobly planned. -
To warn, to comfori and command, I
A id yet a spirit, still and bright.,
With Romething of an angel iight.,'
NO angel but a dearer being, r
All dipt, in angel instinots,
Breathing Paradise." d
II uses history not to instruct, but t
erely as an instrument to exalt his t
rt and should not therefore ho view- v
a n an historian. le used it to il- v
istrate his enthusiasm for chivalry, a
the moated granges the embattled V
wers and trophied haller and to t
ring out his Scotch love for his glens g
ad looks, and olans, and moors, and t
>rds, and ladies -fair, and may no y
ore be called an hittorian than 0
.aphael in his cartoons, or Guido in 5
N "Jesus bearing the erossr" or Nfu n
llo in the holy lighthe a.ffuses around I
is beautiful headof the Virglin..
It has been said very truly th at
there is a moral in every work of 'i
rt," (H-legel) but it depends entirely
o him who draws it." So in Scotat's
ovels there are morale innumerable
the earefu) reader, but lie never at
impts to point a moral by adoraing
ith it a tale .,but gives us truth in art,
ad leaves the effects to thie imagina
on and fansey te. follow out.
Never inspiring ?ove for bad men' as,
~ulwer does in Paul Olifford, Eugene
Lram and Francis Viian--he presents C
is Varneys and Bashleigha as no I
atioing instances of the itchery of ~
ice. E1asy to read, he gilas us'sim- I
le delightfal plotures i ehe will last.
long a s ath and love last, era ac
ount of their power over the buiuan
cart. '.1'o Sir. Walter Boott then we
ould yield the pfalm of vietory in
i8 field of art rspresented by lo
rer on all of its produdt'Ions, a1 d
hile yielding the. palnm to Soott -let I'
s not pass by ether great, but to our
i-nd lesser lights in this magic o)
ain'. do
Bulwer's novers my 6e divIc1eJ Into I
eo fashionable of which- Pelham Is a'
~pe; the supernatural of which sa
onii and the stran e story are, .exam.
les ;, the hdatoruar as sho wc. in [Ha.
AId, the last of the. fargos, and
nd TRieni,'and the 'social, of whiceli
ie Carxton, "mny novel" and. "What
ill he d'o' with it' are ageoimene.
Hl ie Isebolarlyr ecoerte4 me oQS',
nd nobl e tunatfwhi.a
das philosophy anid varnmn8 an
on, tl e heady passtons~of his yQth..
d ard or aetraeted' ffozn M4aat: nd
ave us tawdy moralhty' and - heaggalst
agliness without true getlt. Th
i (:sin -the tlne, but it was
on, but in his 'later .days, 'ot itide
&amellowedg thi tones dandtwo hly.
'alenitas drasughta ii odssaSy
'drlte.'in age Idouli~aotes Epiop
aans ini th& redi anid) uob)61' emete 'of
bat phleudphy. Rish"-thivtas ate
nbabe'b thlt 'ords and ntonidtt
ydesoIption, mannera or da
h isd' uOl fi e l.bc
lt4~ 4 ol"#
npmarken~In4 the naesipnp, t l
beroes will livo 'p"' -0 1 eitten
Dharacterprfloti 4%1-r - than. ab
friends wo'baib bnat. Wo w6%ild call
him the Byron of nootsts,
Diqkons,,as an itbi iltion, is
opfr the faul ojl aside his
art 'to attemp b in
schools, prisons; amp .
has'encroa6hd On 6 1the
statesman, and has rI~dio
vel, as a wolk of aIf, to mak fiere
ittacks on society in siotne of the evil,
phases it presented to his sympathy.
Although useful and d'oubtless bene
Soial in soibe respeots it deti-aots from
bis power airan artist, qnd he mily b
)ompared ;to that shool ;of aft . of
wyhich Ilogarth is a f6utiider,'wl*en by
is pencil he'Illukit6es tbe progreas of
industry and idlenes-iithpersons of
,wo apprentices starting life with the
ianle advantoges, and thiough-a-series
)f pictures, the one griduily rising
o the dignity of Lord Mayor while
;he other ends at the gallows.
Faulty in this respeoot he has not
rithstanding peopl'ed the world of.
imagination with many friends and
eoquaintanees familio.r to us all.
rhoy are oddities jii'reip life, but not
innatural in their libqamonts I for we
;ee their traits pceplng ,omt here and
hore in our onward march.
They are types of ai* trV, gant.
lasi of human beingq Niop rqyj r
law or met with a UrzaV a , aam
fVeller, a Micawber,..' kwiek,'or
Toot., yet we have spf4 hnan na
:ure displayed in all thejlg~htaa rpvyJ4
>ut in these ebaracters .8o mnuqh g
'Piokwiekian" has bp'otPe a Jouse
iold word. In this paiou1ar sphere
if depicting oddities Di ens isunsuv
)assed as a portrait' , inter.' Ili's
eads are not those o"e ntlemen, hir
annot portray a gentj .an, ut the
owel of good humor, 'fmtbonesty grid
iAmh are shown, glist4Wing in the
'ough'stone or earthly Xiiatrlal be
akes in hand. Ther, $s no inore
ioble and heroio char ter than old
?egotty he is but V, minon sea
nan to the end. H g reat as an
rtist in other respects.. lis street
Dones at night in TonRi, the riot
eene in Barnaby Ip, his storm
t sea, in David C; perfold, the
uelling scene in Nichalks Nicholby,
he death scene of Little Dom.bey,
nd the scenes from poop life. are,
atural beaptiful and.o ti Adi
ime, ]RI style when exie4 in One
f these scones is. concentrated,
owerful, and grand, while as a gene
al thing, he writes with too little pro
aration' and too much ease, and has
eteriorated to worthless verbiage on
is last efforts, being for the most part
0O verdant and leafy for tate. His
rorks roes)] thke Ittlia! nOe,&
hio the interludes are indifferent
nd sometimes tediously long; but
rhen the stars comi upon the stage
be music gathers force and swells in
rander tone, and we listen odiohanted
3 the singer to whon all interest con.
orges. Enthralled by the -voices of
antral figures, we forget the minor
3enes- and charaoters, and, for a mo.
lent the "old blue sky," "the old glad
ife" is upon us,
And this Maria dan eoothe with t tenor
note,.
'he souls in Vurgatory.'
The whole philosophy of Dickens
iay be summed :up in hia own .floi
aus-langage fro~m a'hrnaby Rudgeg'"
It is something oven to look upon
njoymaent so that it be free and wild
nd in the fa'e of nature, thougli. irt
but the enjoyment of an idios It
isomething to know that Heaven has
3ft the capacity of. gladness-in- sucoh a
reature's breast rit is something' to
e assured; that however lightly m ien
3ay orush'that faculty in their' fell
iws, the Great OWester of' ankind
nparts it even to hle d'espie and
lighted work. Who would not rather
me. a poor id106happy in the sunlight,1
lian a'wisp mnan. pining~ ins a aened
s nob a spiritand able to oheerugdin
be shadows that fall as won march to.
be dark'rlver, but -there aren ma
pho, would prefer the wise' man in
be dungeon to the f'ool sporting in-the
tushine and his great rivale :Thaok
ray is one of that~nuiberb .
aabe of greatness in anye field
'hackeray, like many otheri devoted
is every energy to the 'exaltation 'of
Is art in literature.- 'Wi ha s ente
nd observant mind, hIgh~ neducated,
na noble heartywhonh tok his pen
07 write fictiongits was no hbelidy
rorke H~e wast detoitminedcto'digeat
11 he bad ever Iekrnede. and afl+4that
'Itense thought And..knowledger could
uggeat aM glhEl* forth to th.enrd
a tie fem Sancieusn of histgwr
t. grst, he inerelyg.. d% teeuint
equlesqeise in tihe world fesII is?
ut ~~b la bd lieert ~~f~i
e eti5t1*l4
ilessly
it'our owahesrts rlb 194
,u6 to their lealll reseltdid his ohari
actors, and we lay aside his, book witl
a- depressed feeling, and an eaTnest do
sire that he had given us a loss true,bu
a pleahanter picture - yet oven in hit
hollow pictures and is foxliko wis
doi and eyes looking through anI
'through, we feel there is a lion hear
capable of tears and love.- Disap
pointed
"At first he struck a jarring tone,
'But over strovd to make It true.
Perplexed ha faith, bit pure In deeds,
At last, he beat his nusieo out."
And his V6ndbh'nis, ITonr1 Esioni
and Newcomes, Ahow him 7prince ol
novelists. In b1tyle ho urpasses tho
all, careful, conact, classie, It pos
sessos'all the deloate grac' and hu
mor of Addison, wit of Steelo, th
terrible irony and acarcasmlof'JiIAi
and the kindliness of thogontlc Gold
smith. Many of h1s 1 a8sages art
models of oleganee in writing.
As a paiuter he fails in tho sconery
ofhis back ground. His specfality is
a ab, a club roo'hi a parlor, a law.
er's offiboo bi a bookstalk, and Scott
nfnitely superiors to hiin in this re
soeot. The sea, the moors and tuoun
tains ha*e only a sobolarly aspect h
his pages, and for rural scenery there
is but little enthoisiaem-but as a do.
lisatofoff 'haF taid the ways of
th4M6dCh'I" iiasod by nodo.
I11 koW iav'hw to'dva' high life and
a gontlenfan, Ao "'thit you' i'ecognizt
him in Col. Nenooibe as ho waks th<
Tndian atoamer 'a p rince, or in his
stnocleat the tilitary hospital, the ob.
joet of public charity, or when ho an
$wers adSum, when hitt natne is called
by the' angels hovering around his
death bed.
lIe' knew too well that the pure in
Nehitlzibay be. hunebbacked. That
"the greatest good in life" may be
p6rhlaps not even to be, happy. "Pov
frf, illness," humiliation, "may b<
rewards and conditions of good, as
well ae that bodily prospeity which
ill of us unoonsiously' sOe "p for
worship." He felt life to be lino idlb
"Dut, iron du om ontral gpon1
And heat s- hot witb burning inr,
And'dippelin Vth-s, hl'ssIng fers,
And battered with ike shoul of doo,, -
To shapo and use." .
And he has given us Charicters
wrought out by his earnest sagaoity
whibo startd'o us with their cotirctness
bo life, and touches of humor that fill
>ur hearts with noble yearnings for
he good and glorious amid the inces
3ant hollow din of tho vanity 'of vani
Jles-tbe world. Right with him was
not might, but he showed how the
mammon of unrighteousness glittered
md gloried In'the sunshine, and that it
roll "on the just and the unjust alike."
rhat magna est a'critas is grandly true,
but to et prevalebit from lifes sad ex
oerience he must demare We rise
,rom "the feast of reason and flow of
touly'i'iri his works, and feel that
rhaekeray knew the world thoroughly
ted loved the true and pure in heart
wherever and whatever they be. In
.he wide range of history we doubt
if there is a more even writer than he
a,. superior far to Bulwer and Dick
mns in the uniformity of his taste and
beauties of ls diotion, and in this
respect reminds us of the German
3pera. There are no "gems" and
Varias" planned for great singers alone
~o display-their vocal and histrionio
~alents, but all must be stars, all ar.
~ists, to make the discords and the
;ymphonies, the orchestra., the 'actors,
nud the soenery, one grand enchant
r3g whole from overture to fttmne.
We have attempted to- draw our
.dea from the charaoterletic traits of
mt the master-artists in prose fiction.
[t is only possible to name within the
imits.. of this effort, many worthy
mames, whose works present to a dis
>rlminatingtaste many beauties, and
;o aoarping eritiolim many faults.
Eaoh are'the Broutes, Miss Muloch,
Baroness Tantphous, the author 'of
luy Livingetone,' Charlos Kingsley,
Droly, Lover,' Warreti, Cooper, SIms,
[ring,'-Nathaniel Hawthorne and
n4iss Augusta Eivaris. -These ' all in
he epanged formiment of att are as
thoe ode and
'Gihier like a segrmn otfiAne fltes,
Tangled In a silver braid.
Turn now from the' artist to his
rrk Iand'1le us endeavor to shrow its
ilaco jsn' litqrqiaue. Jfirst thenk, Jhe
notis thq true) re~oen prose' of
hhspriRn phase of. art of. modern
mivli1adtot. and - acoords with the
;p9f i of the age :Asia. the earlier
ge the inoetionsp of sit we're of tbe
tinlpleat form f4.eruQe amd advans
d inoiopfesty ad variety as 'lux
ary anId civilization' nareh'd; 'first
i p le b i tho, thenirb
r5iflO 'e ri then: . he
, tbe1(o or'ei n' odetn
iia1U *t 11l tha dnotea of imossh
wit abeg
?1s the V O
1t'
a itsglor
hn h nor8a
Vi
imonizo several styles in their propor'
tions and advancomonts. go the nov
el calls ill ideas of all arts to its
aid, its very compositeness reflecting
the necessities of a high culture ox
isting and requiring it, in its recrea.
tions of fancy and imagination, and
indicates a high effort of art in writ
ing to supply this demand. Second,
we would call the novel "the philoso.
phy of domestio life," to givo it its
distinotive feature in literature.
Iistory is the philosophy of a na
tion's life-a description of the body
politio and the march of empire. As
to the phase of interest it assumes, it
is very much dopondent on the power
and pillosophic pen of the historian I
pthorwise it would be -a bare recital of
dates, aotions and events, as uninter.
eating as Homer's catalogue of the
ships. The chroniolo of revolutions,
14w,' liberty and man as he belongs to
socidty, nuoh is left to inforence, much
to speculation of the author, and we
are biassed as the advooato is power
ful.
Biography, as a general thing, is
either a history of the times in which
an actor lives ; a pedantic recital of
his or her attaininuts; or a story
drawn from letters, remains, &c.,
which gives us as. inpartial an esti
maic0 of a man as Scott or Abbott in
their lives of Napoleon. If written
by friends we sec only the good, the
evil lies buried, and we read the lives
of no frail men, while we know the
inconsistency of human nature from
St. Peter to the present hour. Who
has read the impartial life of an indi
vidnal.
Where then do we got a fair view
of the fine side of a people portrayed.
The faults and foibles of the indivi.
dual in private life, his greatness, his
ioys, his sorrows, his happy laugh, his
hollow sneer, his heart brimful of
oharity, or his brow scowling with
suspicion, malle and envy, or fushed
with wrath ? Where do we see him,
by the cosy fire with lisping inno
conce around .him ; In the street, in
the church, in the ball-room, in the
sick chamber, in storms when the evil
king is abroad oi' the winds, In the
valleyd green, or standing on moun
tein tup with the breath of heaven in
his glowing.f..oo while morn comes
"Furrowing aU the orient with pearl,",
at the eradle or by . the graveT In
these and many other scones from na
ture painted in prose, where we re
peat, do we find this gap in literature
filled up, but in the novel?
Not less true because drawn
from the imagination, since it con
forms to that ideal, truth, abstracted
from the eoncrete mass of human
knowledge, and equally true with his
tory, because one la the philosophy of
individual life as painted by genius,
and the other is the philosophy of a
nation's life as painted by geniu, We
do not know but that a great novelist
is superior to the more annalist and
many historians, both in truthfulness
and the original creative powers he
has to exercise. The one studies the
human heart as the motive power in
the machinery of govenment ; the
other gives inner workings as, husband
and wife, parent and child, master
and servant, brother, sister, lover,
or'friend. The historian gives rougli
geographical or architectural featuro
of the world.- The novelest, the beau
ties of scenery, the ifashes of jewelry,
the, pictured pomnp of palace. Uuts,
hamlets, saloons, ci ties. We see the
fretted ceiling and hear the seleian
ceremony of the cathedral, with voic
es sweet, riding on the swelling tones
of the organ ; or else by some poor
but happy hearth,
"They chant their artless notes -In simple
guise,
They tune their hoawts by far thme Whlost,
aim,
Perhaps Dundee's wild warbling measures
rise'
Or plainti've marlyrs worthy of ,the
name."
The drama holds a domain perhaps
more powerful, but certainly more
qircumsribed, by its necessary, divls
ions~pf aets an$ soonesy and the peri
pheynalla ,of music, dressy painting,
scenery and actors to gitve it its highi
est effect.. Any good novel may be
dramnatized while but a poor tale
could beo only drawn from the. beat.
dramatie effort, if' stehed to the
dual dimensions, of the novel. On
theo'conitrary a meagre tal'e is' capable
of being turned into's splendid play
as accomplished by Shakespeare. Un
rotreined by metro and rhyme ~f
poetry it is free in detall and capablo
of length without sameness, We eon
'toid, therfotor thatii a wotk of art
iti.domein is distins and its niohe In
the temnple .of fame ad exalted a aniy
qhet effort when pl4o94 there by g
.S'rohig from crystal o oryet i e
Th lpqeteiment.,qbiefly pad Ia the
ah Y..o6v6 0 Mbebt
Anon. it. Song is w11A and.aa
and again it Is the Wall of the bas
broken. Love gan centre out int"st
and is the jewelled ohalioe" whioh ond
tains the draught so refrififni t6 th6
imagination of the iradetb
"Love takes up the gliss of time aud (un
it in his glowing hand.
Every moment, lightly shaken, runs itseltl
golden sands.
Love took up the harp of Ltf1 and smote on
all the chords with mig , , i
Smote the chord of Se, that trembling
passed in muslo out e*lggt."F'
The Greek tragedia .j 'W the
power of death in the 4 b ad the
"TO ANAOXAloN" 94hoom: i nevitable
fato in their songs and,horuse. All
artists have use4 death to excite the
sublime feelings of. the heart, and the
novelist woilds it with po*erful effeot,
"The pain is not in parting," but h6w
we shall meet again, whether the 4ear
faces that is disappearing frqtq our
door will return to us again In this.
world, or whether we will meet in the'
same old way, with hearts unoh'aoiged
and tears of love brightening the eye.
Death, that certain parting unseen
and unexorable, which makes those we
love so "qar, so dear, because We feel
that all differenoes, all mutual joys,
all frivolties, all heart burnings, '6l
loving looks, all twinkling humor, all
high beating hearts must nsi in ,.
"The littlo sprinkling of cold earth -that.
falls,
E choed from (he cofias lid."
Lastly the chief end of the novel
seems to us to be delight and the
opening of the crystal f6antains of
art to the reading world in cottage or
mansion. It softens the hard hqart
of man as ho travels the stony path.
way, and he turns with pleasure . to
gazo on this "groen of the soul,"
after his aching eyes have been data
sled by the glare and "wild pulsation'r
of the harsh world. It exalts tastei
enlarges views and has taught many
who live for "tho gloss of satin ani
shimmer of pearl," that there are
many like the beautiful Bohemian
girl in the opera, who dreamt that
they "dwelt in marble halls now sunk
in black despair."
It teaches that there Is such a, thing:
as misery, that there Isgh a thing
as charity. It is grand in - thq lina
ments of the ideal, ,peopling the
world with,beaniful ~eteques of
Imagination anq the bumatbheart -ith
ennobling 'tbodght, Its -'indu oiIs
like that of all lib6rl afte't "Adtets
is, perfisgium ac solatium prosbe*( ;'d&
lectant doni, not. impediuntpfris ; pare
nioctnt nobiseumi, peregrinestur, ruele"
cantur." They afford a pleasing re
fuge and solace from the sterner reall.
ties of life ; they delight us ,at out
firesides, they do not Impede us to
our pubhio bushyess, they dwell with
us in our meditations and dreams of
beauty by night; they wilk with' ne
under the noonday sun,and they touch
with a sublimer grandeur or sweeter
halo the seenes of the God of nature',
"'A thigof beauty is a joy fovev'er.
F u e a 4 0 * 4 0s u - . 9 f e g
Northern eities are in high glee over
the rich and enormous trade a e*hlb
they expeot to be the result. of the
reviving prosperity of the Suth, the
R1adioa[ oioials' of the *overnmen
see, in the aU0ceu of ou agri ' irq,
but anotLg o n #ative
injustice and oppresio. .I"o so
tent with the certain prospeot tihe.
the internal revenue from the Southfr
orn betateo for the present Agoal' year
will be about fifty pet'eent/ gvater"
than. that of List year, thi., are at'
ready7 hatching sollemed to' shift the
whole burden of tazatin, from the~
backs of the "loyal's manufactierers
to those of the "rellel prddoors..
Among the modifloation& 'f th'd fee.
nue law we are assured will undoubi
odly be recomnmeiid to .the6 semin
Congress a tax of one oent poundt
on cotton. This, it is oalocBreph
the tempting dhv'raoters of; whiobto.
Yankee- Congressmen mag be Ifr'dl
fron, the tact that it wft aea 1
tgrtftheir constitneu . an 1i
unpopular eotibne of' tihfw~ts
law whfch Impose spe'olal taee. -
Charteston, News
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dwMn'il 8;iatN...The 1A~Wegeh*' itt
ornmonte appear 4tohave "diooy*e
the valae of takfag'bes tlse is
line. under their . cntoff d i7
have learned h6 hatthe publ~o are
tale ethe m
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