offered to, and accepted by, him. The latter concession seems to have been the most gratifying to this modern Massaniello, who, in his impatience to display his newly acquired honors, appropriated to himself, and put on, a uniform belonging to a General Prem. In compliance with the agreement made, he now collected his forces, and with a good sum of money, and all his men well armed, withdrew from the city.

But from that day the star of Carrera ceased to shine with its usual brightness. Having attacked the town of Amatitan, with a body of four hundred men, he was repulsed with much loss by a company of sixty Federal soldiers. He was equally unsuccessful in another attack upon another town, called Salama, where he lost several men, and was obliged to retreat in disorder. As the season advanced, he saw his ranke becoming daily more thin by the desertion of his followers, who left him in order to attend to the collection of their little corn crops, on which the subsistence of their families depended. In this state of things, a conspiracy was formed against him by one of his associates, called Monreal. This man and a few others who had joined in the enterprise, suddenly fell upon Carrera at a moment when he was alone, secured his person, conducted him to a solitary place, and having tied him to a tree, were on the point of shooting him, when the timely arrival of Laureano, Carrera's brother, saved the victim from the doom that threatened him. The tables were now turned upon Monreal, who, before he could effect his escape, was seized, and shot at the foot of the same tree to which he had tied his chief.

"In the mean time, General Morazan, the President, had taken the command of the army in person, and having organized and increased it, made so skilful a disposition of his troops, that which ever way the insurgents turned, they were met by an opposing force. Carrera now was fain to betake himself to the mountains, from which he descended occasionally, to scour the country and procure the means of subsistence. In these excursions his force was divided into small parties of from twenty to fifty men. His practice was to abstain from touching the persons or properties of the Indians, or of the poorer class of the whites, and to respect the curates. But the haciendas of the rich were attacked and plundered, the wealthy in small defenceless towns were subjected to heavy contributions; foreigners falling into their hands were cut off without mercy, and the unwary traveller was stopped on the road and stripped of every thing.

"Such was still the posture of affairs at the time of my departure from the country. It is probable, however, that while this is being written, the active measures of General Morazan for putting down the insurrection have been successful, and that the career of the rebel hero has been brought to a close."

Our limits do not admit of a more extended notice of, or more copious extracts from, this volume; we have, however, given enough, we trust, to tempt the reader to look for the work itself, which we confidently recommend to his perusal.

THE HISTORY OF THE NAVY OF THE UNITED STATES. By J. FENIMORE COOPER. In two volumes. pp. 875. Philadelphia: LEA and Blanchard.

DESIGNING, hereafter, to present an able article, from the competent pen of a friend in the service, upon the progress and condition of the United States' Navy, of which these volumes will form the basis, we shall refrain, at present, from adverting to the work, farther than to say, that the natural y high expectations which have been excited, in relation to its records, in the hands of Mr. COOPER, will in no respect be disappointed. The history is complete, from the earliest to the latest accessible dates, and embraces, with sufficient of agreeable detail, all those prominent points and incidents, seized and grouped with signal taste and judgment, which are always so attraetive to the general reader. Our author's familiarity with, and love of, his theme, with his acknowledged powers of sea-sketching, have contributed to the excellence of the work, which will go far toward the redemption of a literary fame, wofully lessened of late, by productions unworthy of the author's pen. We join in the just complaints of the public, against the absence of a table of contents, or index. It will be a work of frequent reference, and should be arranged with an eye to the convenience of the reader.

THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.
Notes, Original and Selected. In seven volumes.
COMPANY. New-York: G. AND C. CARVILL.

With a Life of the Poet, and
Boston: HIlliard, Gray and

We have received more than one intimation, that the remarks which we recently made, in relation to the superiority in externals, which characterize the better works of the Boston press, should be taken cum grano salis; and that Philadelphia and New-York, to say nothing of other cities, and towns, might well be represented, in a contest for the palm of typographical excellence. But we abide by our position; and triumphantly adduce this edition of SHAKSPEARE, as undeniable proof that our ground is wholly impregnable. Whether we regard the solidity and whiteness of the paper, the sloe-black ink, the beauty of arrangement, and the clearness and evenness of the impression, the work in question may be pronounced the most beautiful specimen of the 'art preservative of all arts' ever submitted to the American public, and as fully equalling the finest productions of the London press. As Americans, we should be proud to exhibit these volumes abroad. The publishers have taken care, also, that the internal should accord with the external propriety. The text of the great dramatist is given with the utmost possible accuracy; a careful examination, to this end, having been made, of all the best editions, ancient and modern. Doubtful or obscure passages are illustrated by notes, as brief as practicable, and yet comprehending all that was necessary for elucidation. In short, the whole is, by far, and in all respects, the most perfect edition of SHAKSPEARE, that ever came under our observation; and as such, we cordially commend it to the public favor. It is embellished with a superb engraving of 'the Immortal,' from the celebrated picture, in the possession of His Grace the Duke of Buckingham, at Stowe, England.

CHEVELEY, OR THE MAN OF HONOR. BY LADY BULWER. In two volumes, 12mo. pp. 525. New-York: HARPER and BROTHERS.

It has been generally known, heretofore, in this country, that after a 'cat-and-dogical' kind of life, for several years, the author of Pelham and his better half had taken refuge in separate lodgings, and 'refused to treat.' Hence, when it was announced that Lady BULWER had a novel in press, giving an exposé of the whole domestic squabble, from its incipency to the final catastrophe, every novel-reader was on the qui vive to peruse the humiliating record, so soon as it should escape from the hands of the binder. The book has been published, and is now extant throughout the Union; and as it will probably begin to be laid aside for ever, by the time these pages will have reached our readers, we shall confire our notice of the work to very brief limits.

One thing is certain; if Sir EDWARD LYTTON BULWER be the husband and father here depicted, he deserves a far abler pen, and more caustic satire, than his sometime companion can lay claim to; but, as in the Yankee character of 'Mr. Snobguess,' which claims to be equally faithfully drawn, there is not the slightest particle of vraisemblance, we are bound to think that the book is a collection of gross caricatures; the convenient vehicle of a disappointed and revengeful spirit. As a novel, it strikes us as sui generis, unless we place it in the class of 'Home-as-Found,' which was, like 'Cheveley,' a medium for the visitation of private retribution, for real or fancied wrongs. Such a work must always be plotless and desultory, since the object is, not to entertain, but to be satirical, and 'excruciatingly severe.' There are two or three scenes, and several passages, in these volumes, which con

vince us that the author is capable of writing a far better book; but until she does, we shall yield but little space to a display of her literary pretensions. That LADY BULWER has had domestic wrongs, we do not doubt. The error was evidently not all on one side; yet we think we can see, that many of her grounds of complaint are the natural results of her own conduct, and were not altogether unprovoked. In short, we believe the fair lady loved her dogs better than she did her husband, after the second year of their marriage. We need not commend the work to the public, for its curiosity has already demanded two editions, and its maw is still capacious.

DEERBROOK: A NOVEL. By HARRIET MARTINEAU. In two volumes, 12mo. pp. 509.
New-York: HARPER AND BROTHERS.

FOR reasons elsewhere stated, we are unable to attempt an adequate or even a general review of this latest work of Miss MARTINEAU. We can only say, that in this, more than in any other volumes she has ever put forth, does she show that she knows how to observe,' and how to feel. To a good degree of that progressive interest, in incident and development of character, which should distinguish a successful work of fiction, 'Deerbrook' unites some most quiet, truthful pictures of human passions and affections. In portions of the work the style is faultless, the thoughts noble, and beautiful exceedingly. As evidence of this, we ask the reader to take the following episodical passage home to the heart:

"There needs no other proof that happiness is the most wholesome moral atmosphere, and that in which the immortality of man is destined ultimately to thrive, than the elevation of soul, the religious aspiration, which attends the first assurance, the first sober certainty, of true love. There is much of this religious aspiration amidst all warmth of virtuous affections. There is a vivid love of God in the child that lays its cheek against the cheek of its mother, and clasps its arms about her neck. God is thanked (perhaps unconsciously) for the brightness of his earth, on summer evenings, when a brother and sister, who have long been parted, pour out their heart-stores to each other, and feel their course of thought brightening as it runs. When the aged parent hears of the honors his children have won, or looks round upon their innocent faces as the glory of his decline, his mind reverts to Him who in them prescribed the purpose of his life, and bestowed its grace. But, religious as is the mood of every good affection, none is so devotional as that of love, especially so called. The soul is then the very temple of adoration, of faith, of holy purity, of heroism, of charity. At such a moment the human creature shoots up into the angel: there is nothing on earth too defiled for its charity-nothing in hell too appalling for its heroism - nothing in heaven too glorious for its sympathy. Strengthened, sustained, vivified by that most mysterious power, union with another spirit, it feels itself set well forth on the way of victory over evil, sent out conquering and to conquer. There is no other such crisis in human life. The philosopher may experience uncontrollable agitation in verifying his principle of balancing systems of worlds, feeling, perhaps, as if he actually saw the creative hand in the act of sending the planets forth on their everlasting way; but this philosopher, solitary seraph as he may be regarded amidst a myriad of men, knows at such a moment no emotions so divine as those of the spirit becoming conscious that it is beloved - be it the peasant girl in the meadow, or the daughter of the sage, reposing in her father's confidence, or the artisan beside his loom, or the man of letters musing by his fire-side. The warrior, about to strike the decisive blow for the liberties of a nation, however impressed with the solemnity of the hour, is not in a state of such lofty resolution as those who, by joining hearts, are laying their joint hands on the whole wide realm of futurity for their own. The statesman who, in the moment of success, feels that an entire class of social sins and woes is annihilated by his hand, is not conscious of so holy and so intimate a thankfulness as they who are aware that their redemption is come in the presence of a new and sovereign affection. And these are many-they are in all corners of every land. The statesman is the leader of a nation - the warrror is the grace of an age the philosopher is the birth of a thousand years; but the lover-where is he not? Wherever parents look round upon their children, there he has been-whereverchildren are at play together, there he will soon be- wherever there are roofs under which men dwell, wherever there is an atmosphere vibrating with human voices, there is the lover,

and there is his lofty worship going on, unspeakable, but revealed in the brightness of the eye, the majesty of the presence, and the high temper of the discourse. Men have been ungrateful and perverse; they have done what they could to counteract, to debase, this most heavenly influence of their life; but the laws of their Maker are too strong, the benignity of their Father is too patient and fervent, for their opposition to withstand: and true love continues, and will continue, to send up its homage amidst the meditations of every eventide, and the busy hum of noon, and the song of the morning stars."

We are confident that we need add nothing to this extract, to prove that the work from which it was taken, is well written; and we must ask the reader to rely upon our recommendation, without adducing proof, that in most respects, as a novel proper,' Deerbrook' will richly reward perusal.

AN INQUIRY INTO THE ORIGIN OF THE ANTIQUITIES OF AMERICA. By JOHN DELAFIELD, JR. With an Appendix, Notes, etc. In one volume, royal quarto. pp. 143. New-York: COLT, BURGESS AND COMPANY.

CONSIDERING the circumstances under which this volume has been produced, it must be regarded as a very remarkable work, as well in its manner as its matter. In its externals of paper, printing, and pictorial illustration, for which the publishers are alone indebted to the 'queen city' of the west, it will compare with any similar publication extant. The book opens with a well written preface, from the pen of BISHOP M'ILVAINE, of Ohio, in which he demonstrates the coincidence of the sacred records with the evidences of antiquity, and satisfactorily reconciles the contradictions which many have contended existed in the different statements of the Mosaic and geological accounts of the creation. The work itself, upon which we now enter, is a chain of facts, collected from numerous authors, and other authentic sources, and is, we may believe, what it claims to be, a successful effort to prove, that the region of civilization among the aborigines of the Cordilleras and the Andes, comprehended one large family, whom the effects of climate and peculiarity of country have divided into different tribes and nations, speaking diverse dialects, and possessing dissimilar customs; and were descended from one common source, which emigrated from the North, and on its way constructed the various tumuli, embankments, fossa, etc., found in Western North America. Well-engraved and various crania support the anatomical evidence that is brought forward; and mythological proofs, faithfully copied and colored, are numerous and conclusive. An 'Aztec map,' some fourteen feet in length, the antiquity and authenticity of which is clearly established, accompanies the volume, which delineates, by figures and hieroglyphics, explained by a 'key,' the travels of this race through America. It should be added, that there is a valuable appendix, containing notes, and a 'View of the Causes of the Superiority of the men of the Northern over those of the Southern hemisphere, by JAMES LAKEY, M. D.' These' Antiquities' are published for subscribers only; and we are glad to learn that an agent is now engaged in exhibiting the work to our citizens, who, we can well believe, will not be indifferent to so laborious and satisfactory an exposition of the venerable relics of the by-gone time,' which have elicited so much speculation and astonishment, both in Europe and America.

EDITORS' TABLE.

It is well that the following, from a friend and correspondent who is ever welcome to our pages, did not reach us in the time of 'moving accidents,' when the advent of May in the metropolis is heralded by bonfires of bed-straw, 'the sacrifice of the innocents,' who have there sought safety and concealment, and the rout and rabblement of carmen, enraged housewives, and sulky men-folk!

THE FIRST OF MAY IN BAVAR

'How oft the village train, from labor free,
Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree;
While many a pastime circled in the shade,
The young contending, as the old surveyed;
And still as each repeated pleasure tired,
Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired.'

'How different is our celebration of May-day from yours! While your streets are lumbered with old bedsteads, bureaus, and side-boards, ours is bright and gay with music and military parades. While your pretty lasses shut themselves up, or run away from the city, to escape the general sacking, ours are bedecking their fair brows with flowers, for the due celebration of the great day. The morning is passed in a general parade of all the volunteer companies, followed in the afternoon by a pic-nic, in the woods, surrounding the city. About three o'clock, the whole population of the town was in motion, toward 'the common,' an immense lawn, near the southern suburbs, stretching away for a mile along the city, and fringed on all sides by a forest of evergreens. Just where the town and the forest meet, our two quoit-clubs have erected small white buildings, for the accommodation of the members, which peep prettily out from the green trees, the undergrowth from which has been cleared away and levelled, so as to give the surrounding groves a park-like appearance. In the rear of these, are woods, filled with roses, and jessamines, and wild flowers innumerable. This was the scene of the rural festivities. During the preceding night, some kind fairies had erected a sylvan palace; and about a stone's throw in front of the portal, the same liberal elves had erected a May-pole, adorned in the most fantastic guise, with garlands and flowers of every shade and hue. Around this, stakes were driven into the sod, and surrounded with a cord, to keep off the pressure of the crowd from the fair inmates. The citizens now began to pour in from every avenue of the city, in carriages, gigs, ‘buggies,' and on foot, all eager to arrive in season for the grand election.

"The fair candidates, too, now began to assume their places within the circle, while their mothers, scarcely less eager, sat in their carriages, awaiting the decision. One could almost see the hearts of the gay, brilliant, and beautiful creatures within the ring, fluttering through their gossamer dresses, as they promenaded around, in front of the immense throng. I have seen many assemblages of beauty in my time, but never has it been my lot to see so many really beautiful creatures, and the oldest not over fourteen. They looked like sylphs, with their long hair floating in the breeze, streaming with gay ribbons and gayer flowers, while their eyes fairly blazed with the unwonted excitement. The interest was yet too intense for the merry laugh; but the amiable