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The Bayadere has been danced and sung, until its most excessive admirers have been surfeited. Why is it that a new ballet cannot be produced, for the farther display of the favorite LECOMTE? Both herself and husband have shown themselves superior artists, in separate branches of theatrical talent, and both should have a fair opportunity of maintaining the high opinion which they have gained, by some novelty which should exhibit them in situations and characters not entirely worn out.

A Mr. Nearle has lately appeared at this house; and notwithstanding the dull season, and the almost universal prejudice which seems to exist against all unfledged tragedians, he was enabled to create a favorable impression, and to give promise of something more than a mere walking hero. It is quite worthy of remark, that during the almost universal stagnation of business-life which this city has so lately experienced, there has been an unusual degree of spirit among these amateur histrions, who, humbly conscious of that 'within which passeth show,' and continually feeling the romantic influence of the divine afflatus,' as it breathes like the 'sweet south over the sensitive surface of their placid cerebellæ, are ever anxious for the fitting moment wherein to 'witch the world' by the brilliant scintillations of their towering genius: as if the intellectual spirit of Kean, KEMBLE, GARRICK, and Mrs. Siddons, had, through some divine process, been condensed into one pure essential oil of superhuman virtue, one tiny drop of which were enough to sublimate and transform men into gods, for the express purpose of anointing the souls and etherealizing the spirits of these theatrical aspirants, who, seizing at once the top round of that towering ladder, to grasp which the unforgotten great thought the duration of a life too short, do there, with the utmost complacency, flap their embryo wings, yet innocent of feathers, and stretching out their long, scraggy necks, scream forth a cadence which they fancy has the true twang of the barn-yard, but which reminds all else who hear it, of the unsuphisticated gabble which, of a soft morning in June, sometimes breaks the stillness of a goose-pond. The foregoing is a long sentence, certainly, but there is enough of truth in it to make amends for its prolixity.

Better days are coming. A new opera, by Balfe, we believe, entitled the 'Siege of Rochelle,' is on the tapis, for M'DE CARADORI, Brough, and SHEPARD. Brough has added much to his reputation, during his last visit to America. As a bass, in English opera, the Park has not acknowledged his equal; and from the good taste and propriety with which he executed the part of the Marquis, in ‘Fra Diavolo,' we have reason to believe that his voice admits of a tone which the public have heretofore had no opportunity of appreciating. We hope, on his return, to witness him again in some tenor part.

Mrs. Wood, 'a happy wife, and happier mother, now,' will soon be among us again; and the cheering melody of our old favorite will give to opera its wonted influence, and make the walls of 'Old Drury' resound again with the welcoming and enthusiastic plaudits of the lovers of song. The Keeleys, too, are coming, those nice 'little people,' who have already so snugly taken up their abode in the south-west corner of our affections. They are coming, to make us laugh with one eye, and cry with the other. "Give them God speed!'

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Foreign LITERARY SUMMARY. – Mr. Addison, the distinguished traveller, is preparing a narrative of his adventures and researches at Palmyra, and its still magnificent ruins, on the edge of the great Syrian Desert. Some of our favorite contributors are coming 'copiously' before the English reading public. Miss Sedgwick's 'Live and Let Live,''Love Token for Children,' etc., are announced as ready for publication, as also Zenobia, or the Fall of Palmyra' — our 'Palmyra Letters,' ander a new title. PresCOTT's 'Ferdinand and Isabella' is highly commended in the English reviews and magazines. A second edition has already been called for in this country.

A TALK WITH SOME OF OUR CORRESPONDENTS.- Among our unappropriated literary stores, are several essays and narratives, all touching upon the general theme of childhood, and the return of the writers, after years of absence, to the homes of their youth. Some of these are characterized by deep and pure feeling, but are yet wanting in novelty, as well as in the graces of finished composition. We refer to them, because we desire it to be understood that we do not regard with indifference these out-pourings of kindred hearts. They honor the susceptible sources whence they well. One dwells upon the changes his birth-place had undergone, since he last beheld it. The brook, along whose margin he had so often wandered, appeared strangely dwindled to a mere rill. Mountains that seemed, in his young imagination, to lie along the very horizon, were now but a little way off, and seemed like pigmy hills, scarcely larger than the wind-row of the mower, in the meadow-field of summer. Still was the scene fruitful to him of cherished memories. In that meadow, were the 'strawberry-spots ;' in those ploughed fields he had labored; and along those swelling uplands he had loitered a thousand times, echoing back the voices of sellow lads on the opposite hills. Morning, noon, and night - the warm rain-storm and the pleasant sunshine — the soft damp snow-fall, and the balmy southern wind — all seasons, spring and autumn, summer and winter – all had a charm for his young heart. In the sweet sadness of these clustered remembrances, he finds himself leaning upon the simple head-stone of his mother's grave, just as the 'fire in the west fades out,' and while all the air a solemn stillness holds :'

-An image of stone he stands,
And hides his face in his trembling hands.'

He looks back through a vista of vanished years, and recalls the time when that affectionate parent beckoned him to her bedside, and with her pale, cold hand upon bis young head, gave him a mother's dying blessing. Let our correspondents keep these recollections of childhood fresh and verdant, and believe that they are realized in many a human bosom.

"The following,' says a new contributor, 'is a humble imitation of what is not perhaps worth imitating, the 'Laura Matilda' style of sweet-preity poetry.' We think it decidedly good. It is hardly inferior to Swift's celebrated 'Lines by a Person of Quality:'

SEE! the fragrant twilight whispers

O'er the oricot western sky,
While Aurora's verdant vespers

Tell his evening reign is nigh.

Now a louder ray of darkness

Carols o'er the effulgent scene,
Aud the lurid light is markless

On the horizon's scattered screen.

Night is nigh, with all his horrors

Swartly swerving in his breast;
And the ear of Faucy borrows

Morning's mist to lull the west.

But ere he comes with all his splendor,

Hark! the milky way is seen,
Sighing like a maiden tender,

in her bower of ruby green!

"Give me the men that are fat!' said honest Jack Falstaff. Not such are the predilections of an agreeable correspondent, who has sent us the Confessions of an Obése.' We are reluctant to publish them. Cui bono ? They certainly can be of no. service as a warning, or beacon; for who, by taking thought, can cease to grow fat,

any more than he can add a cubil to his stature? Still less will they be likely to amuse. Those who are troubled with the ills that flesh is heir to-in whom every thing that is eaten turns to fat, which they consider an oily dropsy' — surely such will make no jest of it; and the lean seldom laugh. Our correspondent says he is a firm believer in the Cartesian philosophy, and means to write a volume to prove that happiness consists in motion. He argues that a fat man presents an inversion of the order of nature — his only chance of tolerable existence consisting in that which nature abhors as much as a vacuum — rest. He was a member of a musical party - a 'society for the promotion of the blowing and scraping pleasures' — but was compelled to resign. He could n't raise the wind,' and was too much of an obése to draw a long bow, with any degree of comfort. He looks back longingly upon the enjoyment of dancing, and especially the luxury of the German walız, his favorite in leaner days. His arm is around the slender waist of some sweet girl of seventeen gentle summers ; he whirls through the maze of motion, thrilling intensely at the touch of her hand, the susurration from her balm-breathing lips, and the glance of her passionate eye. But he breaks the charm, by the exercise of walking across the room, and grows melancholy at the thought, that into that deep well of rapture he has been contemplating, his bucket will go down no more. Nor can he hymenize. His form is not 'the genteel thing.' Once, in despondency, he advertised for a 'sleeping partner for life. His card was answered by a venerable spinster, who, to adopt his language, had 'lost her left orb of vision. She assured him, that should they succeed in coming to terms, he might rely upon her having a single eye to his happiness, and rest certain that her views of things in general would be always right. At the interview which succeeded, even this antiquated piece of feminine mortality declined the proffered honor. 'He was so fat – she had no idea! Good morning, Sir!"

Col. Stone's 'LIFE OF BRANT.'— We are indebted to the courtesy of the publishers, Messrs. George DEARBORN AND COMPANY, for an examination of the sheets of this very interesting work. It will be issued in all the present month, and when it shall appear, our readers will have occasion to find that it is far more varied and replere, than its unassuming title would lead them to imagine. First, as to its adornments. It will comprise two elegant volumes, octavo, of about 550 pages each, and will be embellished with several fine engravings, among which will be one of Brant, when young, in gala costume, in England, from a picture by the celebrated Romney, painted for the Earl of Warwick, and another, painted when the chief was an old warrior, both engraved by Dick. It will also contain a beautiful portrait of General Gansevoort, the hero of Fort Stanwix, by PRUDHOMME, from a portrait by STEWART, together with a portrait of the younger Brant, a noble fellow, who grappled with General Scott, at the battle of Queenston.

The life of Brant, or Thayendanegéa, is a string to hang not only the whole of the stirring history of the border wars of the revolution upon, but also the Indian wars of 1789 and '95, in which Brant was variously engaged. It will contain much of Brant's correspondence, together with the border difficulties with England, respecting the longagitated question of the surrender of the north-western posts. The work will be full and particular in its details of the border revolutionary campaigns, north and west of Albany, together with other incidental sketches, and much of daring individual exploits. The concluding chapter will contain, we are informed, a sketch of the life of the younger Brant, (who died of cholera, in 1832,) including the battle of Queenston; and bringing the history of the family down to the decease of the aged widow, in November, 1837. Indeed, we are surprised at the extent and variety of facts and incidents embraced in the volumes; and have no hesitation in advising the reader confidently to expect one of the most entertaining native works which has for a long time been issued from the American press.

Odd CHANGE. — There is great difficulty experienced, in these days of shin-plasters,' in making change; but we have heard of two recent instances, where ingenuity was put in successful requisition to obviate the necessity of change. A rude fellow, while before the police magistrate for some nocturnal misdemeanor, was fined nine dollars, for eighteen oaths, uttered in defiance of official warning that each one would cost him fifty cents. He banded a ten dollar note to the Justice, who was about returning the remaining one to the delinquent, when he broke forth : 'No, no!- keep the whole ! I'U swear it out!' And he proceeded to expend the balance in as round and condensed a volley of personal denunciation, as had ever saluted the ears of the legal func. tionary. He then retired content. Something similar was the change' given to one of our hack-drivers, by a jolly tar, who was enjoying 'a sail'in a carriage up Broadway. A mad bull, ' with his spanker-boom rigged straight out abaft,' or some other animal, going at the rate of fourteen knots an hour, in the street, attracted Jack's attention, as he rode along; and unable to let the large plate-glass window down, he broke it to atoms, that he might thrust forth his head. "A dollar and a half for that !' says Jehu. 'Vot of it?— here's the blunt!' replied the sailor, handing the driver a three dollar note. 'I can't change it,' said the latter. Well, never mind,' rejoined the tar;'this 'll make it right.' The sudden crash of the other window, told the driver in what manner the 'change' had been made.

CONTRIBUTIONS FROM ABROAD.— We are indebted for the beautiful lines by the author of 'Ernest Maltravers,' in the present number, to the kindness of an American friend in London, who was permitted to copy them from the richly-filled album of a distinguished English lady, herself a writer of no mean repute, and a correspondent of the Foreign Quarterly, Frazer's Magazine, etc. We are promised, also, an original poem by MOORE, from the same source. A series of 'Tales of Scotland,' entitled 'The Cairn of Lizzy,' "The Meteor-Stone,' "The Election Test,' and 'The Parting,' have also been sent us. They proceed from the pen of an eminent reporter to the British House of Commons, and seem, from the cursory perusal we have been enabled to give them, since their late receipt, to resemble, in their general style and character, the 'Lights and Shadows of Scottish Life. While, however, we appreciate the compliment these latter contributions pay to the reputation of our work, we are constrained to place them in the back-ground, for the present; since our numerous AMERICAN contributors have claims upon our pages, with which we can permit no transatlantic communications, of any length, to interfere. Ours is an American Magazine, and we 'go for domestic manufactures, whether of the hand or the intellect.

"CELESTIAL SCENERY.'— This admirable work, by our correspondent Dr. Dick, the distinguished author of 'The Christian Philosopher,' has been published by HARPER AND BROTHERS, as one of the volumes of their excellent Family Library. Its second title, 'The Wonders of the Planetary System Displayed,' expresses its character perfectly, and must excite a desire to read it, in every mind that seeks improvement in knowledge. In the preparation of his work, Dr. Dick displays an intimate knowledge of the subject, with great skill in divesting it of all scientific difficulty. The widelycirculated article upon the 'Rings of Saturn,' in the February number of the KNICKERBOCKER, was condensed by the author from the ass. of this work, and may afford our readers some idea of the very interesting character of its contents. We confess we have never before been able to acquire so distinct and clear an idea of the magnitudes, motions, and other phenomena, of the heavenly bodies, as we have derived from these descriptions, aided by the one hundred and fourteen engravings with which the text of the volume before us is illustrated. It is our intention to notice it more at large, hereafter.

A New WORK BY Hoop. - Let the reader scan the clustering latent puns and verbal jingles, which abound in the annexed announcement of a comic work by Hood: 'Hood's Own, or Laughter from Year to Year; being former runnings of his comic vein, with an infusion of new blood, for general circulation. The principle, of condensation at a high pressure, has been employed to place the book in the reach of all. There is nothing low about it, however, except the price.' We have glanced over the initiatory number, and rejoiced in it. It is replete with the richest humor; and we are glad to learn that Mr. GEORGE DEARBORN is to reprint the work, in monthly parts, with fac similes of all the engravings. Hood is a true laughing philosopher, and makes his readers such. He says a laugh is the best vocal music — a glee in which every body can take a part. He would have even the most desponding take heart. "Things may take a turn, as the pig said on the spit.' "The Pugsley Papers' are worth the price of a year's numbers. A London shoe-maker and his family become, by the will of a deceased relation, the occupants of a country estate, which they manage as might be anticipated. Miss Dorothy Pugsley writes to a London friend: 'As I know you will like country delicacies, you will receive a pound of fresh butter, when it comes, and I mean to add a cheese, as soon as I can get one to stick together.' She promises, also, some family pork, as they "wring a pig's neck on Saturday.' The old lady, in her epistle, complains of smokey chimneys, in which hams are suspended; but adds, complacently, that what is to be cured, must be endured.' Her son, in attempting to plough, 'met with agricultural distress. As soon as he whipped his horses, the plough stuck its nose into the earth, and tumbled over head and heels!' The old gentleman's letter 'smells of the shop.' He writes that the cows had all run away, 'except those that had burst themselves in the clover-fields, and a small dividend, as I may say, of one in the pound!' He adds: 'Another item; the pigs, to save bread and milk, have been turned into the woods for acorns, and is an article producing no returns, as not one has yet come back. Poultry ditto.'

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AUTHORSHIP Of The Doctor.'— Frazer's London Magazine is somewhat of the latest in tracing the authorship of 'The Doctor to Robert SOUTHey. It adopts many of the conclusions and arguments advanced in an elaborate article, published long since in this Magazine, wherein the paternity of the work in question was established beyond all peradventure. Among the additional proofs mentioned in ‘Frazer,' are: "The author of Waverly never quoted Scott: that was enough. The author of the Doctor always quotes Southey : that is enough.' The reviewer adds: “Who would quote the odes, ballads, minor poems, Thalaba, Kehama, Roderick, Wat Tyler, Histories, Omniana, etc. of SOUTHEY, his private correspondence, and his domestic conversation -- who but SOUTHEY himself, in such a book as this? Not that they are not all very good, but they would hardly occur as often to any body else.'

New WORK BY MR. Coorer.— A new work from the press of Messrs. H. AND E. PrixNEY, Cooperstown, entitled "The American Democrat, or Hints on the Civic and Social Relations of the United States, by J. FENIMORE COOPER,' will soon be published. The title affords a clue to its general-scope and character.

Several notices of Pamphlets, Reports, Addresses, etc., with one or two books of instruction, have been omitted, through a press of matter in this department. They will receive early attention.

ERRATUM. - In the · Letters from Rome,'in the March number, eleventh line from the top of page 261, read fame for form, in the following sentence: Rome is not fallen, nor the fame of the Sta. gyrite burt for this.'

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