lished in the Philadelphia Monthly Magazine, is perhaps one of the happiest efforts of his muse. Recollections of a beloved sister.-This work is calculated to impress youthful minds with a sense of the importance of early religion. The author's claims to public regard are just and modestly expressed, and no doubt but this book will be appreciated according to its merits. manners of fifteen, and sport the quizzing glass with the confident air of a beauty who believes herself the admiration of the circle. Such animals remind one of a bed of tulips which have nothing but the glare of colours to recommend them. There are also those too who have no other business in life than dissecting the characters of their neighbours, and who triumph over the victims of their malice with the same amiable feelings that a cat exhibits while sporting with a lacerated mouse; from all such as these may heaven preserve us. Eugene and Lolette, 'translated from the French of Madame de Genlis,' is a very interesting little story, yet we question whether TREMONT THEATRE. it will be received with as much pleasure by We cannot more fully or truly express our the juvenile class of readers, as many other works which have been written expressly for own opinion respecting Mr. Forrest's perthem, descriptive of those scenes and charac-formance of Hamlet, than by extracting the ters with which they are familiar. Children following remarks from an article in the Comgenerally prefer a relation of local and simple incidents, such as have occurred or may occur in their own lives, even to the more laboured delineations of the scenery, customs, manners, &c. of a foreign country. We acknowledge the receipt of some juvenile books and several new plays from New York. The former have nothing particularly striking to recommend them; the latter, from a cursory glance of their pages appear to be worthy of an attentive perusal which they will hereafter receive. SCRAPS FROM A PORT FOLIO. Old maids.--Why this appellation should ever be considered as a term of reproach we never yet could understand. Surely none but the unreflecting will admit that it is so; if a lady, whatever may be her perfections or defects in point of beauty or mind, chooses to avoid the turmoils and cares of wedded life, and occupy her time in such pursuits as are more congenial to her fancy, has she not a right to do so without incurring ridicule? every candid mind will acknowledge that she has. We believe there are very few women of any description, who have not at some period or other of their lives had opportunities of resigning the title of spinsess, and much credit is due to many for their perseverance in preserving it in case of receiving no offer congenial to their wishes. Some of the most valuable characters that compose society come under the above denomination, some of the most amiable and affectionate beings whom we could almost worship for their philanthropic devotion to the happiness and welfare of those who surround them. Those only are ridiculous who render themselves conspicuous for their vanity and affectation in assuming at fifty the costume and mercial Gazette. Mr. Forrest in the character of Hamlet far outstripped the most fervent anticipations of his friends. The representation is altogether of an intellectual character-of a man with a quick and even morbid sensibility, conflicting with difficulties, passions and situations in which his own vices have no share, and where, even the love he bears the gentle Ophelia, is rather concealed than counteracted by those supernatural influences to which, by the common consent of mankind, we are called upon to subinit, without reason, pity, or remorse! The scene with his mother, where his father's ghost appears, was played with a mixture of sensibility and energy but rarely equalled; and though it must readily be admitted that, in the exhibition of what may justly be called the historic grandeur of the picture-those magic tints with which Kean occasionally touched and brightened the canvass-his deficiency to that great actor was manifest; yet in his soliloquy which follows his instruction to the player, when his mind is wrapped up in solitude and tortured with remorse, he evinced powers of a moral as well as physical nature, unequalled by any other actor of the age. THE BOWER OF TASTE, edited by MRS. KATHARINE A. WARE, is published by DUTTON and WENTWORTH, Nos. 1 and 4 Exchange-street, Boston-Who are authorised to transact all business relative to the printing and circulation of this Work. All literary communications should be, as form erly, directed to the Editor. must be post-paid. All Lettres CHRIST'S CRUCIFIXION. Now the bright sun had chased away The clouds that clothed proud Carmel's height, And still the peaceful hill tops lay, In all the charms of heavenly light. Then Jesus with a chosen few, On Olive's peaceful mount kneeled down, But lo! the distant city breaks, And echoes softly on the breeze, And see yon train so stern and slow, AUGUSTA. That throng is formed of Judah's pride, With all the strength of darkness' power. Thus scorned the Lord of glory bore And while between two thieves he bled The sun was changed to crimson red, The temple's veil was rent in twain, The graves gave up their silent dead, And darkness fell on Judah's plain, SONNET. From the Italian. I see the anchor'd bark with streamers gay, But winds and waves and skies alike betray; And late when stars were bright sail'd forth in pride, 1 see the trophies which the billows heap, Torn sails, and wreck, and graveless bones that throng Still if for woman's sake this cruel deep, I must essay not shoals and rocks among But 'mid the Sirens may my bones be found! STANZAS, There is a brow of rosy hue, Beaming bright with oupher flowers; There fancy floats on the bright rainbow, She bids the elfin vision glow, And wears a wreath of bliss, undying! There every shower, distilling balm, It is the throne-the bower of love! Where pleasure sways her bland dominion: Where floats in ambient air the dove, And young Hope waves her smiling pinion. D. J. E. VOL. I. "With youthful fancy, or with matron taste, BOSTON.....SATURDAY.....DEC. 27, 1828. No. 52. ORIGINAL SKETCHES.......NO. X. "WE HOLD THE MIRROR UP TO NATURE." MY UNCLE'S STORY. YES, my uncle's story; he had told me his story. We were out in been an emigrant, once, to the land the woods, under a great broad of the Mississippi, and he had hunt- topped oak, while the mighty trees ed on the banks of the great river, were all above and around us-and and washed his feet in the flood of he was speaking of the vast forests the western Pacific. He was one where he had hunted, where thousof those men who can never be at ands and millions of such trees had rest-no matter where they are, or risen from the bosom of the earth what they are employed upon. At to remain for ages. "William," the age of eighteen he left New En- said my uncle, "I have been in gland and travelled towards the them forests for three or four months west-forty years ago-and there and hardly seen the sun, and never he kept on in his rambling manner heard the sound of an axe, and now of living, and from that time to this every tree almost is levelled. It he has never lived more than two always seemed to me to be right or three months in one place. He agin natur to cut down such noble sailed from the great river to New trees to waste-I never see any Orleans, and went back on foot for reason in cutting down thousands the sake of changing the scene, and of trees in a day, as you may say, ascended the Rocky mountains for without having any need of themthe same reason-and about six no, no! there can't be no reason at years ago, he saw New England-all in that. They driv me across was here a month-and now he is the big river with their axes and somewhere beyond the Mississippi. their clearings. Come, I'll tell you It was when he was here that he something that I had a feast in out or twice at different things, and then I see him putting out his rifle, slowly and gradually, and just as his eye was coming upon it, I dropped mine into my hand and gave him the bullet, the villain-now if there, for talking about these things puts me in mind of it." And so he told me the following story. Said he, "I was out one day, two years ago, over the Mississippi, looking out for a deer or a buffalo to make a dinner of, when what should II had gone off before, he would hear but the cracking away of three have shot me. Ah, I know all or four rifles one after the other, a about 'em-catch a weazle asleep." little way off; well, this put deer" But did you kill him?" "Lord and buffaloes and what not, all out sake, yes-I never fired at any thing of my head-and I was off in a mo- that I didn't kill." "Yes," said I, ment to see what was going on- "but you could take no aim." "Oh, well, I soon reached the place aim enough at an Indian-aim ewhere the sound came from, and nough. Well now you see as their found about twenty Indians, carry-scout was out of my way, I had a ing off two young fellows alive and clear path to their camp; so I foltwo of their own party dead."-lowed on their track, and it was "Well," said I, "what did you four or five hours walk to reach the do?" "Do!" said my uncle, place. I got there just at night, "Why I did nothing-what could and kept close until all was still, I do?" "Did you not fire at them?" and then I was puzzled to know "Fire at them," and he laughed how to find out where the two out, "No, I might perhaps, if one whites were, I did not know the shot would have killed twenty-no, hut, and I don't know that I should no, I laid down among the bushes have found out before now but for till they were all off out of sight, my dog." "Your dog?" "Yes, and then I set down and cooked a my dog--I set down there and piece of venison for my dinner." thought a good while what I should "But," inquired I again, "why did do-I didn't dare to go in myself not you follow them, even if you for fear of getting into the wrong did not fire?" "Because I knew place, and then you see I should better-you'll see, I was busy eat- have spoilt all." "Uncle," said I, ing, when I heerd a crack of a stick" how was the camp built, and among the bushes-I suppose you where was it?" "It was on the think that I left off eating and took | side of a small river there that runs to my rifle, but I didn't do any such thing; I just kept on eating and looked about me as sharp as possible, and it wasn't half a minute before I see a pair of berries shining out of the bushes right before me.' "Berries," said I, "what are they?" "Indians eyes. Well, in a minute he hitched along, and then dragged out his rifle now thought I, I'll have you, so I left off eating, gave my dog the venison, and then I faced right round upon my Indian and took out my powder horn and lifted up my rifle, primed her, that is made believe, and aimed at the top of a tree, well, I did so once northerly into the Missouri, where the bank sloped down to the water, leaving just room enough on the declivity to build a camp of a dozen huts more or less, in the shape of a circle. I didn't know what to do, but finally I took a handkerchief that I had picked up where the Indians took their men, and made the dog smell of it, and then crept into the camp along with him, and he led me to the very hut. I expected he would growl when he found himself among the Indians, but he knew better. Well, I was just getting up to the hut, when I heard a moving inside, and some body came |