REVIEWS. 



but in stout frocking, or factory skirting rolled up at the elbows. There is nothing green 

 about him." 



There is a large catholic spirit in the following remarks — which contain a "worthy re- 

 buke to those who distrust the tendencies of immigration: 



" What is said of England, equally applies to the other highly cultivated countries of 

 Europe, it being conceded that there is no one whose productiveness might not be increas- 

 ed to the necessities of its population. Yet, worn-out civilization broods, despondingly, 

 over the apparently exhausted elements of fertility, and covering the seas with the super- 

 abundance of the old world, extends an unbroken line of emigration towards the setting 

 sun. It comes to spread itself over this new land of promise. It comes with the anti- 

 quated usages of past generations, to renew, on a virgin soil, the hopes which have with- 

 ered in ceaseless and unrequited labor. It comes to demand from the reclaimed earth, 

 food and raiment and shelter; to seek comfort, independence, protection; to trust to an 

 unknown land for the peace and subsistence denied in the much-loved places of its nativity. 

 It comes to clear the forest, drain the morass, open the dark dank face of nature to the 

 breath and light of heaven. It comes with limbs accustomed to delve and burrow, to do 

 the rough work of this J'oung country — to build her cities — to construct her railroads and 

 aqueducts — to level her hills, fill her valleys, tunnel her mountains, span her rivers. It 

 comes to unfold the resources of this vast continent, to people its recesses with active life, 

 and to disturb the silence of its solitudes with the hum of industry. It comes to carry 

 out the designs of the Creator, a predestinated agent to work his will, and take its allot- 

 ed part in the great drama enacting on this new stage of human destiny. Let Europe, 

 then, pour out her population upon us if she will. There is room for all. Room in the 

 primeval forest, on the boundless prairie, on ftirm and in workshop. Room in the school- 

 house, where the children of ignorance may be qualified for the duties and objects of life, 

 preparing for future usefulness by a process of regeneration that shall atone for the neg- 

 lect and degredation of the past. Withhold not from others the privileges we possesss. 

 They come as our fathers came. Grudge them not a portion of this ample inheritance, 

 which is for all the sons and daughters of God who need a home." 



II. Sketches of European Capitals, by William Ware, Author of Letters frovi 



Palmyra, Sfc. Boston: Phillips, Sampson & Co.; 1851. 1 vol. 12 mo. 

 One of the most delightfully instructive volumes for a long time published, is this new 

 sketch-book of Mr. Ware's. By persons of refinement, and especially to such as have a 

 taste for art, it will be read and re-read with increasing delight. It rarely happens that 

 an American of so much artistic feeling and culture, adds to that feeling so much literary 

 ability as Mr. Ware does. You feel it to be a peculiar pleasure to linger over the fine gal- 

 leries of art, and the rich facades of old capitals, in his company. His appreciation of the 

 beautiful is so genial, and ready, and warm, and his utterance of his enjoyment is in such 

 pure and choice English, that it is a noble delight to sit at his feet as a pupil and learner. 

 It is neither our province nor our intention to review Mr. Ware's book. We only wish 

 occasion to make a comment or two upon his notice of the English Parks — especially since 

 town parks, in the proper sense of the word, are just now subjects of attention in this 

 country. 



"Another similar feature of London, similar for magnificence, for vastness, for an in- 

 describable nobleness, is its parks. They are in no proper sense of the word, however, 

 parks, unless you mean deer parks. They certainly are rather vast landed estates, farms, 

 sites for towns and cities. It is a misnomer to speak of a city park which you can neither 

 see across nor travel round, in the midst of which, in an English atmosphere, you might 

 easily lose joxir way, and may be as easily robbed and murdered — so far as society could 

 know anything about it, as in the midst of Hounslow Heath, or the Arabian Sahara. The}' are 

 the country, rather than parks; a portion of the country fenced in, with houses just visible 

 in the distance. There, where the whole Island is hardly bigger than some of our states, 

 those parks, are several of them, four hundred acres each. Here, where in our American 

 cities, territory is a mere drug, cheap and illimitable, the largest of our parks, or sq 

 reach forty acres — I suppose, on the principle that what is common 

 is to be despised. But these English grounds, though too large for comfort 



