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'BLOOMER Custom.' Do not go in' for that custom. The effect of it on public morals will be bad, and there will be no end to what the French call 'countrytoms' and 'fox-paws' that will continually occur. For instance:

You meet the maid in the pantry,
With nothing on but her pants;'
Or put on your Sunday trousers,

And find they're a pair of your aunt's!

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This sort of thing may be extended, as you perceive, to any length. Speaking of French, contretemps, etc., how good and how pleasant a thing it is' to find the gift of tongues superinduced upon yourself by frequent and deep potations of good liquor, so that you who before knew only your mother-tongue, and that imperfectly, shall afterward find yourself speaking all the modern languages with fluency and correctness. I have just been reading TUCKERMAN'S 'Characteristics of Literature.' Speaking of HORNE TOOKE, he says: This ingenious writer contends, and with much apparent reason, that prepositions and conjunctions are to be found among the other parts of speech.' Where else, in the devil's name, should they be found? Did the fellow suppose that these respectable parts of speech had gone off, like a couple of drunken vagabonds, on a hunting and fishing excursion by themselves? However, there is no knowing what they may have done, especially when we consider that the very devil himself was once a respectable farmer in Connecticut, by the name of ZERUBABEL L. SMITH, who, falling into evil courses, went on from good to bad, from bad to worse and worst, from this world to the next, and so on until he attained his present bad eminence.' . . THE other day,' writes a favorite contributor, as I sat in my study, a swarm of bees (magnum portentum) which had been hovering around the house came to take up their quarters in it. Forthwith every musical instrument within reach was put in requisition, and the inmates got up a tempest of sounds in the hall of the second story of the old house. You would have thought that the rites of old Mother CYBELE were being performed. Mrs. S— played on a tin-kettle; BÈCKY strung her guitar, seated on a table; I hammered, till the strings broke, on an old rickety piano; black HARRY beat an enormous tin pan with his osseous knuckles; while the bees. buzzing around our heads, drove several of the ladies down stairs with loud screams. MOUNT passed the door, on his way to the boat, only an hour before. Would that he could have tarried a little longer, to have sketched the picture. The loud buzzing of the bees, and the wooing tin-tin-nabulation all around, put me in mind of a sentence in VIRGIL'S Georgics, when I saw the hive preparing for them -a box daubed with molasses: TINNITUSQUE cie, et Matris (the aforesaid CYBELE) quate cymbala circum, Ipsæ consident medicatis sedibus; ipsæ

Intima more suo sese in cunabula condent.'

Shut down the window!' said some one, 'they are coming into the house!' But so fierce was the onset, that several who approached the panes precipitately backed out. How delightful was the exciting buzz, on that sunshiny day in June! sweeter than BELLINI's music to my ear; bringing up a thousand delightful feelings, innocent associations; when, lo and behold! the mellifluous people, hovering around their queen, entered the window of my bed-chamber, and hung like a bunch of grapes on the right post of the bed where I slept I went by myself and almost wept, for I was persuaded that it was an omen for good. Such I afterward found is the superstition (if it be such) of the country people. TITE C, who was at the time working in his shoe-shop, came and hived them, lifting them out by handfuls, and, without a single sting of ingratitude, placed them safely in a hive on a table in the garden, whereon was disposed a clean linen cloth. The little people refused to stay

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there, and in a few hours came swarming back, and are now safely housed beneath the roof of the porch, before my chamber-window, making hay while the sun shines. Every day I hear the buzz of industry, and if I can help it, I mean that they shall not be disturbed, and that they shall eat their own honey?' .. WE are indebted to our esteemed friend and correspondent, the Rev. JAMES GILBORNE LYON, LL.D., for the fine lines which ensue. They are entitled 'Sea and Land,' and are faithfully rendered from the Greek of MosCHUS. They are eminently seasonable at a time when so many are recreating in the country or by the sounding shores of the ocean:

'WHEN the light wind sports on the summer sea,

I chide my fears and leave the sultry land,

Won by the smiling of those peaceful waters;

But when the roused depths shout, when angry surges
Lift their white heads, and rough loud billows rage,
I look around for grass and trees, and shun
The vexed salt waves. To me the steadfast shore
Is then thrice beauteous, and the wild dark wood
Pleases me best: for there, when winds are high,
The tall pine sings. A fisherman, methinks,
Leads a most dreary life; his house a boat;
His field the deep, and wandering fish his game.
Be mine to muse or slumber where the plane-tree
Spreads its fresh leaves; let me lie down on flowers,
Lulled by the warbling of some swift, bright stream,
Which, all unseen among the rocks and bushes,

Soothes the tired woodman, and makes sweet his rest.'

JOSEPH BARBER, Esq., for many years an able and always welcome correspondent of this Magazine, has succeeded the late lamented Major NOAH in the editorship of the New-York Sunday Times. Mr. BARBER is a gentleman of fine talents, and has great skill and tact as an editor. He makes a most various and readable journal. .. WE hear, with very great pleasure, from distinguished authority in London, that THACKERAY, the eminent author and healthful satirist of the vices and follies of the time, without regard to rank or station, will soon pay a visit to the United States. He will be welcomed by a host of admirers. Of no transAtlantic writer have the readers of the KNICKERBOCKER heard more frequently, more at large, or more favorably, than of the author of The Yellowplush Correspondence,' Vanity Fair,' and 'Pendennis.' Mr. THACKERAY will repeat in this country the series of brilliant lectures which have just closed with such unusual éclat in London. Even the bare skeletons of these lectures, which have appeared in the English journals, show them to be of the highest order of merit in their kind; while the manner of the speaker is universally commended, as being alike simple and effective. WEreceived, just before the death of the late JAMES SCRYMEGOUR, of this city, (a gentleman of many rare virtues, known to those who knew him well,) a letter from him, enclosing another from Mr. RAMSAY CROOKS, announcing the death of Judge ABBOTT, of Mackinaw. No one has been long at this beautiful resort on the Huron, without meeting with this most hospitable and truehearted gentleman. He was a merchant in furs, of large experience, a man of education and refined manners; in short he was, what many who are represented to be are not, a true 'gentleman of the old school.' In less than a week after the intelligence of his death reached us, his old friend Mr. SCRYMEGOUR followed him to the undiscovered country.' THERE is nothing that serves to show more forcibly the progress of a love of the finer arts among our people, and a general refinement of taste, than the immense patronage which is bestowed in this country upon articles of elegance and vertu. Look, for example, at the superb establishments of such importers of these things, in all their various varieties and richest qualities, as Messrs. JEROLIMAN, MOTLEY AND COMPANY, in the new free-stone stores

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of Park-Row, Messrs. TIFFANY AND YOUNG, Chambers-street and Broadway, and Messrs. WILLIAMs and Stevens, corner of Leonard-street and Broadway. All over the United States, from out these vast establishments, proceed those articles of taste and grace, the demand for which shows an appreciation of the beautiful, which cannot be without its effect in lessening the reproach, so often brought against us, that we lack an appreciation, if not a knowledge, of the artistical accessories which heighten the enjoyments of life. In this regard, we consider the enterprising houses we have mentioned, as in one respect at least, national benefactors. ... MUCH amused to-night with an anecdote told in the sanctum of an artist in ornamental glass, who was preparing pictures of three or four of the APOSTLES, for an oriel window of a church in a flourishing western city. He had just taken them from his furnace, and was showing them to some of the vestry. 'Don't say any thing about it,' said he, 'for it would n't be noticed by one person out of a hundred, but I do n't mind telling you in confidence: Saint PETER is a little cracked in the head; he was too soft in the upper end; but I've got a first-rate bake on PAUL. Saint JOHN, though, is n't more than half-baked; I'll have to bake another JOHN. But d'ever you see a better-baked PAUL?' His remarks were entirely professional; nor had he the most remote idea of there being a double-meaning in any thing he was saying. . . If you wish to see what sort of a place Binghamton, Broome county, is, step into the Exchange, or into the publication-office of the KNICERBOCKER, and take a glance at the new and beautiful illustrated map of the village, by Mr. BEVAN, Civil Engineer and Surveyor. Look at 'Shnang-P'int,' and the wide-spread town which lies above it; look at 'Oakwood Cottage,' at 'Ingleside,' and at the beautiful residence of Mr. CHRISTOPHER ELDRIDGE, at the point where the Susquehanna and the Chenango, united in a loving embrace, 'flow on in beauty to the sea.' Take particular note of The Phoenix Hotel,' by the graceful iron bridge that crosses the Chenango canal, whose fresh-smelling waters lapse along the end of the edifice. That's the place to 'take your ease in your inn.' We don't see the welcome and welcoming face of the handsome host at the door; 'Lord CLIFTON' is engaged inside. He is making guests happy in his beautiful private parlors, sending them away to their clean and cool sleeping apartments, or marshalling them to a table whose variety and abundance APICIUS might have envied. This is the old 'stage-house,' whence radiate the stage-coaches to all parts of "York State,' Pennsylvania, and the benighted 'Jarsies.' 'The LEWIS House,' on the hill near the New-York and Erie Rail-road, a new, spacious and tasteful structure, adds not a little to the architectural attractions of Binghamton. It should be a good hostel; for it is a KNICKERBOCKER, 'cousin german on the Scotch side' to the venerated DIEDRICH, the immortal historian, who keeps it. WE condense a few Theatrical and Operatic Facts: By the time our next number shall be ready for the press, Miss Catherine Hayes, the celebrated Irish Vocalist, will have made her advent in New-York. We predict for her a success only second to that of JENNY LIND. She has reached the topmost point in her profession abroad, having gained triumph after triumph in the Italian, English, and Irish cities. Moreover, she is as beautiful as she is good, and as good as she is gifted. Mr. J. H. WARDWELL, a gentleman of character and standing, is Miss HAYES' agent for this country. We shall enlarge our readers' knowledge of this gifted person in our next number. MR. EDWIN FORREST will open an engagement at the Broadway Theatre on the fourteenth of September. We hope he will open either in 'LEAR' or 'RICHELIEU,' in either of which characters he is without an equal on the English or American stage. THE Opera at Castle-Garden is a most charming and popular resort. The place is delightful; the artists are of the very first order of merit; the operas

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well chosen; and the management of Mr. MARETZEK faultless. It is a physical and a spiritual treat to visit the opera at Castle-Garden. - A Testimonial to Mr. E. A. Marshall, the able director of the Broadway Theatre, will soon 'come off' at Castle-Garden and at his own thea re. Let it be a 'testimonial' indeed, to the first American manager who has received that honor in this city. It is richly mer*ited. A LITERARY RECORD,' containing notices, more or less at large, of some dozen new works, although placed in type, is necessarily omitted until next month. The same is true of four additional pages of 'Gossip,' which were capable of postponement. ... CORRESPONDENTS must 'exercise patience.' We have twenty-four poetical articles standing in type, awaiting insertion. Several new articles, in prose and verse, await examination or are on file for insertion. A charming 'Serenade, accompanied by a modest note, has been mislaid. Will the writer please furnish another copy? . . . THE postage on our work, by the new law, is a mere trifle. Fall in the ranks!' therefore, friends, and put down your names on 'Old KNICK's' list. And send on your journals, contemporaries, every where. They now reach us free of postage; and we shall be glad to hear from you.'

THE few brief notices which ensue are strung upon the longest thread we can at present command: Jenny Lind in America,' is the title of a small, neat volume, from the press of Messrs. STRINGER AND TOWNSEND. The author, C. G. ROSENBERG, Esq., has given us, in detail, all the various entertaining and amusing incidents of the fair Swede's journeyings and concerts since her first arrival in New-York. The work is written in an easy, flowing style, and we doubt not will have a wide circulation. We were sorry to encounter this passage in the description of JENNY's departure for Boston: As the steamer passed BLACKWELL's Island, the prisoners had been drawn out in line to greet her as she passed. It might, however, be considered as proof of very questionable taste, either on the part of the keeper or of themselves, and JENNY very evidently thought so; for, after inquiring of Mr. BARNUM who were those enthusiastic admirers of music, and hearing his answer, she turned rapidly toward the other side of the boat. It was obvious that between herself and them there could be no tie of the slightest sympathy.' Do you think so, Mr. ROSENBERG? Did JENNY LIND have no sympathy with the poor' prisoners and captives' for whom she prays in the service of her church? We think better of her heart than to believe it. She may even have turned away from the sight through an excess of sympathy.- ANOTHER new edition of Poems by J. G. Saxe' will soon be issued in superb style. The volume has had a very large sale, and will continue to have, for it possesses the true elements of life. Mr. SAXE's poem, recently delivered at the collegiate exercises of the New-York University, is one of his very best productions. Its humor, spirit and epigrammatic point were applauded to the very echo that did applaud again.' Dr. BETHUNE's admirable address upon 'Oratory' and SAXE's poem were not only worthy of their authors, but their union on the same evening was a rare treat, and abundantly enjoyed. - Ir the reader would know what is the character, and what the cost and condition, of the great public works of the Empire State, we commend to his perusal the Report of the Chief Engineer of the State of New-York,' Hon. H. C. SEYMOUR, just published by order of the Legislature. It is a very able document, embodying, beside the special report of the Chief,' the collateral reports of all the officers in his 'bailiwick.' It is illustrated by several well-engraved maps and sketches. Certain important and gratifying facts set forth in this 'Report' may claim a notice at our hands hereafter. — 'The Evening Mirror,' under the able supervision of its proprietor and editor, HIRAM FULLER, Esq., is flourishing like a green baize tree,' as Mrs. PARTINGTON would say. It has been obliged to follow its contemporaries of the Tribune' and 'Herald' in the frequent issue of a capacious double-sheet, in order to make room for interesting matter which would otherwise be crowded out by its numerous advertisements. This success is well deserved, for the Mirror' is conducted with energy and talent. 'HARPERS" and the 'INTERNATIONAL' Magazines are experiencing the favor of the public in no ordinary degree The former, especially, has an immense circulation. The opening article of the July number was a very able one. It was from the patriotic pen and pencil of Mr. B. J. LOSSING, and was a most timely paper for July, coming so near the 'Glorious Fourth.' It contained numerous other articles of great merit, including many well-judged and carefully discriminated Literary Notices. The INTERNATIONAL' favored its readers with good portraits and biographies of FITZ-GREEN HALLECK, and Dr. MAYO, author of 'Kalloolah. A running Salmagundi, containing notices of men and books, published or forthcoming at home and abroad, with brief literary and artistical en-dits, forms one of the promi nent attractions of the 'INTERNATIONAL.' It proceeds from the prolific pen of the EDITOR.

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AMONG the brightest names in literature is that of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, commonly called Cervantes. Although a voluminous and distinguished writer, it is as the author of Don Quixote alone that he is known to the world, and by this effort of his genius he has attained an imperishable fame; for time will only add to the number of the admirers of a work whose wit and humor are derived from the closest study of nature, and whose descriptions will find their counterpart in every corner of the world.

Notwithstanding that the manners of the era in which the history of Don Quixote saw the light, admitted, if they did not encourage, a certain broadness and laxity of expression, which would shock the more refined instincts of the modern reader, there cannot be found in all its pages one doctrine, one opinion, one inference, which is not in the last degree inimical to immorality, as to its fuller development-confirmed vice. Nor is the object of the work confined alone to the inculcation of virtue; though this were all-sufficient to entitle an author to the greatest measure of our esteem. Cervantes' aim took a much wider range. Priestcraft and tyranny were not of too great importance to prevent his attacking, also, hypocrisy, false pride, and a long accompaniment of lesser failings; all of which were, however, so delicately and carefully, yet so firmly assailed, that nothing served more ably to enforce the wholesome strictures of the writer than his wise moderation. The History of Don Quixote needs no encomiums at our hands; neither would we presume to become its interpreter or its eulogist. Still, if our remarks serve to recall to the mind of the reader-jaded, perhaps, by the political turmoil of the day or by the cares of business-the excellences of Don Quixote de la Mancha, and of the renowned Sancho, his squire, we shall have fulfilled all that we designed.

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