~ ,1 kgd:;,dg&,ncn a ideal.~'l.url1lq~oloi1o.t0, ma. —;Imd— puti t.-hp‘ AMERICAN .RAIL-R63?) JOURNAL. duetion of an “‘ American System" novel that may ‘ j'e‘nd'anger the hopes of th‘e_‘Free Trade people, we do ' not hold ourselves responsible to that intelligent class of our readers to kill it in this Weekly Review " V tllemomont it sees the light; for we doubt not that tliowshelves of circulating libraries will at no distant ” ‘time be filled with romances, which, like Goldsmith's 1 f‘, Deserted Village," will have a more serious object in their coniposition than wiling away an hour with can pleasing fiction. An “ Internal Improvement” or _ a “ Common School" novel, how easy it would be to I ‘contrive the plot of one! The first to be entitled "The adventures of an Engineer,” and the second, anything that would take. As for the materiel, for on " Anti.apportionmont of Public Lands” novel for ' ' instan’co,you could open with the soliloquy of a squat. ' '1}? upon ii Western prairie by moonlight, the long grass waving in the breeze and shining like a sum. I mer sea beneath the silver beams of the planet. You _¢an.ma_ke the settoinat-nought of titlo-deeds deter- niineupoii roiiectionito go to Congress ; you can stracted from ‘a higher one. ‘ And th‘eu, Graves, I felt deep awe fall upon me, arresting for atime even my anguish,—deep awe, uncertainty, niystery.—- No, it wasnot death, though so like it. Death comes when life goes: life lived in this life. But the beauteous-little out.turnod lips I looked on had never moved or fluttered with an earthly breath; the little silken eyelids had never been upruised to admit a ray of our eun’s light ; the little unseen, un. known ‘eyes ‘they curtained had never behold an earthly object, the little ears heard an earthly sound, the little limbs felt an earthly touch. I- held not upon my kneosthe mortal relics of a human, being. And whatheld I then ’! The machine prepared for the reception,‘ and impulses, and powers of that being; or, half-prepared, and now re.ordained, never, in this life at least, never to be used, never acted upon. "Or, in mypassing view, did I gaze on game.preservers against a gang of hungry or needy, or even rufiian (for the word involves its own er- gurnentlpoachers, for all the pheasants that ever flew, and all the hares that ever ran ; no, nor arm a, cutter, nor a crew of men.of.war’s men against a. smuggling logger for the purpose of paying‘ annu- ully (if it were possible by such means) the whole plhigtyaomothing millions of interest of the national . e t. mistake; the revenue laws are not levelled against the poor exclusively: I know that very well; and yet I denounce them too, as deeply pernicious to the morale and the happiness of England. FARMERS AND Giiaziinvs GUIDE, is the name of a manual for those engaged in that branch of farming which comes under the head of live stock. ' It gives anything more real, with regard to breathing exist- ence, than might be a iiculptor’s marble copy of those limbs and features? Yes! and I trembled. Yits! for that would be a copy. And a copy of what master hand! and marble—-and hero on my knee was another material.’ And I should not think of surface merely, but of the wondrous structure, throu h its length and depth, through “fa 5lmfl“' kind- directions for the choice and management of neat cattle and sheep; the proper treatment of calves and lambs; observations on the comparative value of the various breeds, and the diseases to which they are subject; with hints to dairy.men and suggestions for management of milcli cows, with other information The work, is to be lizid of‘ the send hinithiiher and let him make u speech. Du; and through, 9 that material! I felt my breath Messrs. Carvills, Broadway, in published by Carey ring the month or two that it will take some friend , to write it out for him, you can engage ‘him in a love: afair; you may stick in a duel, an essay on cosmetics, and a chapter upon‘ the composition of ' 'Chs.mp'aigne punch; and then having expended all ' your arguments in the speech ofyour hero, and dis. cussed whatever else you have to say in dinnentable diiilogue, you ‘may, in sending him home, either -2v-~‘drown.ihim in the‘Mississippi, or save him, as is the »‘ Aviiontpf a popular novelist, for another werk.—- The isvtoryfbefore us, by the bye, might well be called ‘.‘ In Anti.Tarilf Tale," as it occasionally treats re. . ‘venue laws at some length, and that with verylittle ceremony.‘ We have already spoken generally of its merits,_ and have but little to add in the way of‘ .‘_:,d_r_lticisrn,, except thetgwhile the course in which : the’ incidents succeed each other keeps-the_reader's witltereot awake, the manner in which they depend 3 -‘upon each other is-improbable, and that the story, unnecessarily‘protracted in some places, falls off at ', the.end,'and, though told in general with iunllagging ' spirit, is but feebly brought to a conclusion. Yet r:=wifl*.T,. . - ' ' ~=nhity iii the construction of the tale, and some . '-Veeienes are wrought up with almost thrilling pathos. ,character_ of the hero is strongly conceived, , and vigorously executed, and it stands well‘ relieved . by the various portrait: around him. It is contra. ry to our principles to give the reader an insight in i_.to the story, and we therefore make no extracts ._i may give him a clue to it. Inthe lirst of the , pisssagssiquoted below, we were struck with the _ 7 -strange and somewhat original train of ideas which ' fflllttdi struck out from the breast of a half frantic father, ‘ sight of a dead’infant,, when cheated of hi: i paternal hopes by itsuntimely birth. The second .- ‘rguotaition’ ‘describes well the unhappy and enduring ._ "‘eifect'of_a single "degradation, upon a haughty spirit, ’ ", iisiniflueacinginliko its public and private views of father, I. may add‘ myself’. have prepared me ,f,,,. ing so,,afi'ected.by the outrage? Another impres- i _thirigs. Both passages, though, as thus detached, - the style maysecni extravagant, are powerfully jwritton. J . * .~. The‘. 5still.born. "infant-—-my infant, and mine ‘at twenty years of age, lay on my knees, while one of .its.rnot'hcr‘s handirwerc clasped in one ofitsfather’s. be wrong, howeven. Jt is not. because ya man’! 011- L*°rd5.'tl19 Cdlnn i ‘ I —::ero‘ati'o.n of:..;a;ébIie'5injuatia¢' t’.ea,first~.’a::auxerZ%by‘ Ii-is a'll~"'ElJpf'Pli9fi-i' rushlight upon it, so that all the“ rays tho wretch- sed-Jtaper could lend fellnpou the. baby—’sface.. Hours .had Bagged. . I had no more tears to shed ; or, more truly-,..they could not come; the heavypain oi‘ un- .,sxhaiisted anguish stuck in my breastsnnd threat’: and thus I gazed and gazed upon my childguntil-— it vv,as.s.v stmngc and some may, think. an .Unf_338l*ing _.m¢y,+unzii-—az last _e:rpre:isi~ug a