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thony's nose, and from thence reflected into the water, with so much power as to kill a sturgeon; a fact corroborated by the abovementioned concise and discerning chronicler. Nor was it long before our eyes were greeted with the sight of that most sublime and picturesque of places, West Point. The captain ascertaining that only six were to stop there, ordered out a boat, to convey us to shore; but the ladies, who proved to be those I have twice called upon the stage, and their gentleman attendant, insisted on having the machinery stopped. To accommodate them it was done, and fortunately, for the string of band-boxes, trunks, portmanteaus, hat-cases, and other travelling appendages, would have been enough to keep the small boat plying for a half hour at least. Happy to be freed from those on whose company I had been thrown, I bounded on shore, nor turned back till I had ascended the lofty platform, whence the eye may embrace in one broad view, the shaggy sides of the adjacent mountains, the long glittering line of the river, and the indistinctly defined outline of the far distant Catskill.

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IN light, in shade, its changing form appears,

Now clothed in blushes, and now bathed in tears;
It spreads its wings upon the summer air,

And sits in silence on the mountain bare;
Wrapped in the shadows of its gloomy breast,
The springs of life, the fires of vengeance, rest;
It floats in kindness, and it flies in wrath,
And skies grow darker in its awful path;
It paints the petal of the dying flower,

It shakes the temple, and it rocks the tower!
Its shaft strikes down the lovely and the brave,
Yet will it turn and weep upon their grave.

accused him of using a mathematical term. It was with difficulty he was appeased, but when recovered from his frenzy, he begged pardon for the rough treatment he had given them, offering as as excuse, that they touched a point on which he was peculiarly sensitive. He requested, also, that the words might be erased; but as they have been since found to be correct, it was not deemed expedient to substitute others.

No. I.

We have come to the last sheet of our first number. Prophecies to the contrary notwithstanding, we are on the brink of publication. With due respect and good wishes, to those who have interested themselves in our behalf, we lay our humble pages before them.

It is no small relief to us that we shall soon be at liberty to notice what is going on in the great world about us. We shall be able to pass our friends, with power to recognise them-answer when we are spoken to-and extend our walk as far as we please beyond the printing-office. A visiter may knock at our door, and we may admit him, without fear of his calling for copy. We verily believe, that for the last fortnight, there are not more than half a dozen faces which we have actually seen;-the countenances of that very worthy fraternity,-THE CLUB WITHOUT A NAME. These, however, we have examined in every variety of combination; single, double, treble, and so on, to the end of the chapter. We have seen them expressive of every possible shade of character; of chagrin, when we implored them for copy, of anger, when we assured them that their MSS. were illegible, of pity, when we kindly remonstrated with them for their remissness; of fear, when we threatened them with the consequences, and of pleasure, when we informed them that the matter was all in readiness, and that the number would undoubtedly be forthcoming by the first of February!

It would be tedious to enter into a detail of all the preparations for the press, as we have discussed and arranged them at the CLUB. We should as soon think of exhibiting to our mistress the rough draught of a sonnet, or love song, with the indifferent grammar, bad rhymes, worse metre, corrections, and erasures,-as expose to the public, whom we love so much more dearly, a preparatory meeting; with the mangling of poetry, the improvement of spelling, the reading of proofs, and the quarrels of authors.

We wish, however, it were becoming to lift up the veil that hangs before our editorial symposia, and suffer a single glimpse at their mysteries. We think there would be nothing improper in one glance at the great green table in the centre; groaning under the weight of editorials, and friendly correspondence; and surrounded by the sombre or merry phizzes of our Club. You would be gratified by a very pleasing variety;-Father Luke, with a face, as a member described it, rather serious than ridiculous; the delightful impudence of Mr. Airy; the agreeable expression of Mr. Sherry ; the satirical and saturnine presence of La-Touche; the modest and amiable visage of Templeton ; and the undisturbed humility of our own editorial forehead.


This is the most prominent picture in our apartment. are other points, however, equally interesting. A huge basket at our feet, is appropriated exclusively to rejected communica

tions, and is already heaped to a respectable degree of fulness. To this sad receptacle we have been sorry to devote papers, that were perhaps worthy of a better fate.

Visions, and elegies, and dreams,

Sonnets, and songs, and odes, and themes,
Verses and stanzas very blameless,
Unwritten articles and nameless,
Heap up the gloomy pile;
Luke views them with a cautious eye,
La-Touche's anger rises high,
While Templeton is heard to sigh,
And Airy seen to smile!

Besides these engrossing objects, the centre table and basket, —there is a very interesting side-board. This also is devoted to contributions, the most pleasant of which is an article* from a correspondent in Westphalia; illustrated with half a dozen plates, and a large number of delicate cuts. It is an enigma. We consider it unsuitable, on many accounts, to be offered to the world at present; though we have reason to believe that it would be gratifying to the public taste. On the mysteries, however, we must let fall the curtain.

We have been amusing ourself, for the last half hour, in attempting to pencil the countenances of the CLUB; but we cannot catch the shadow of a resemblance. We are afraid that we should be equally unsuccessful in our endeavors to describe their characters. We must leave them, therefore, to chronicle their own merits, in the shape of autobiographies; and will take care that our publisher is provided with them for an early number.

We will prevail upon them, some day, to be painted in appropriate costume, and exhibited in a public gallery. If we were ourself an artist, we should depict them as follows:

MR. AIRY should be seated at his desk, in slippers and a wrapper, in the act of composing a sonnet. Three or four unopened volumes, "The Lounger," "Castle of Indolence," "Absentee," and "Perils of Woman; " with notes of invitation, unanswered and scribbled on,-cumber the table before him;-broken foils, and worn out stocks, of gaudy colors, are scattered about the floor.

FATHER LUKE we should paint in a strait-backed chair, deeply buried in some abstruse speculation. He should be seated before the fire, his legs resting on either andiron. By his side, we should place his old oak table, covered with papers and parch

* Mr. La-Touche, who does not enter into the spirit of the thing, pronounces it a decided bore.

ments. A single lamp glimmers from the mantel-piece, casting a feeble light on his ancient countenance. His wrinkled brow would in this manner show to immense advantage.

MR. TEMPLETON is of a quiet, modest disposition, something like our own, and should be painted accordingly. He should be taken when engaged in conversation, for his eye at that time is very intelligent, and his countenance sprightly and interesting. We should have nothing very singular in his costume, or in the furniture of his apartment. He is very much in the usual way, with the exception that he excels in amusing chit-chat, and that when he feels deeply on any subject, he is quite earnest and eloquent in enlarging upon it.

GEOFFREY LA-TOUCHE should be painted in an attitude; for he is vastly proud of his limbs. We should so manage it as to display his leg, for in respect to this member he will yield to no man. We should take occasion to copy his features, when they are lit up by the peculiar smile which attends his conception of any grotesque image, or the recollection of some humorcus adventure.

Painter, paint his bearded face,
Cover it with every grace;
Give him ear, and nose, and eye,
Tongue to rattle manfully;
Give him muscle, and a foot
For a slipper, or a boot;

Give him five feet ten in height;
Give him lips and buttons bright!

As to MR. SHERRY, we should be altogether at a loss. We can think of no shape or attitude in which "to win him to the easel." We would put him upon a horse, if it were not that he is an indifferent equestrian. We would paint him in his library, except that he is by no means characterized by a passion for books. His philosophy wears a becoming dishabille. He is a student of nature rather than of authors, who are only pupils of nature. He is a moralist, with a proper regard for the weakness of humanity; and a poet with a whole coat.

Our own countenance we should insist upon giving in a miniature, which we should have superbly framed. Superbly, but not too gorgeously; for we would not that it should "be so curiously set in gold, as that the art of the workman should hide the beauty of the jewel."

We imagine that this will be a very pretty collection, and as valuable in a few years, as a garret-full of old family portraits.

We had just penned the above, and cast our eyes once or twice about the apartment, in search of ideas, when we heard a

gentle tap at the door, and exclaimed, in our usual silver tones,"Come in." A boy entered, bringing a note, delicately sealed and beautifully directed" To the Editor of the Collegian." We sat for a moment or two, looking at it in blank astonishment. We imagined it to be a fairy gift, and our suspicions were confirmed, when, on raising our eyes, we found that the bearer had mysteriously disappeared. We remained for an indefinite period, lost in emotions of surprise. We opened the billet-doux at last, and found enclosed the following translation from the German; to all appearance in a lady's hand. Coming from such a source, how can we play the part of a critic? We will not undertake a severe examination of it, but if we have a right recollection of the original, we should say, that it had lost something of its beautiful simplicity. The version departs from the measure of Goethe, and admits of inelegancies in the language, which we should be happy to see corrected. We dislike, however, to censure, even in the most delicate manner, the literary performances of a lady. They are public property, and as a part of literature, may be legitimate subjects of criticism; but they should hardly be submitted to the severe test, which is applied to the productions of men. They should be treated with more gentleness. It may be presumptuous in us to make a suggestion, but we would submit it to our contemporaries, if it would not be advisable to employ gentlemen in reviewing the books of ladies.

After this, fair writer, we kiss your hand.



In a solitary place

A lowly violet grew;
Unfolding silently its leaf

To the sunbeam and the dew.
A lovely maiden tripped

That far-off field along;
And the quiet wood-land glen
Was gladdened by her song.

"I would I were the fairest

Of all the flowers that blow;
That all my leaves were blushing
With tints of loveliest glow;
That she who idly wanders here
Might see me where I rest,
And pluck me from my solitude,
To slumber on her breast

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