1823.] 
Pope Pius the Seventh, from a manuseript 
discovered by M. Maiin the library of the 
Vatican, The circumstances under which 
this long-lest work of Cicero (if it be so) 
were discovered, are curious, The manu- 
script is a parchment codex, containing a 
Commentary of St. Augustin on the Psalms 
of David; and it seems this commentary 
was written upon the same parchment that 
_had formerly been possessed by the de 
Republica. ‘The ink, however, had been 
only partially discharged, and M. Mai re- 
covered the work of the Roman orator 
from beneath the rubbish of the saint. Se- 
yeral of these psalms, with their commen- 
taries are wanting; and, unfortunately, 
their loss leaves many deficiencies in the 
hook before us. . That this isa genuine pro- 
duction of Cicero we are by ne means cer- 
‘tain.. The style is Ciceronian; but itis well 
knowa that the monks of the middle ages 
amused themselves with forging listories 
and imitating the works of the ancient au- , 
thors. The learned will, perhaps, enter 
deeply into a controversy on the subject ; 
and to them we leave both the discussion 
and the result, for we will not pretend to 
“decide when doctors disagree.” . The 
French have already got it translated into 
their own language. ‘Vhe English are al- 
Ways more tardy in matters of classical 
literature. 
Caerain ApbaAms's Remarks on the 
Country extending from Cape, Palmus to the 
. River Congo is a plain unadorned narrative, 
written with judgment and bearing all the 
marks of anthenticity. It appears that the 
chief object for which he then explored the 
western coast of Africa, was the selection 
ofa place for colonization more fitted for 
the purposes of tlie African Society than 
Sierra Leone, the insalubrity of the climate 
of whieh is proverbial. 
mended by Capt. Adams for the scite of a 
new settlement is a trading town called 
Malemba, which lies midway between the 
liver Loanga Luiza and Cabenda Hook, 
and may he justly considered as_ the 
Montpelier of Western Africa. In the 
course of this coasting voyage Captain 
Adams made several excursions into the 
country, the topography of which, as well 
as the customs and manners of the, inhabit- 
ants, he describes ina style that, though 
unanibitions, is very accurate and appro- 
priate. In another part of our work we 
have made some extracts from this: inte. 
_Yesting volume, and we therefore now lay 
it dows with our hearty recommendation. 
Memorable Daysin America, being a Jour- 
nalof a Tour to the United Stutes, by W. 
Faux, an English Farmer, is a book pub- 
_lished by subscription, containing a Jour- 
nal of Observations made by the Author 
during his trip to the New World, inclu- 
ding a period of time from the 16th De- 
cember 1818, the day on which he paid 151. 
in part of his passage outwards, until the 
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21st July 1820, when he reimbarked for 
his native country. It is said in the title- 
page, that the voyage) was ‘! principally 
undertaken to ascertain, by positive evi- 
dence, the condition and probable pros- 
pects of British emigrants.” He returns. 
with strong denunciations against that land 
of republicans ; ‘‘ Finally,” says he, ‘¢ were 
America, of which I now perhaps take my 
leave for ever, every thing that the purest 
patriotism con!d make it, yet the climate is 
-an evil, a. perpetual evil, a mighty draw- 
back, an almost insurmountable obstacle, 
to the health, wealth, and well-being, ofall, 
except the native red and black man, the 
genume aboriginal, and the unstained Afri- 
ean, for whom alone this land of promise,. 
this vast seetion of the earth, this new and 
better world, seems by nature to have been 
intended, Otherwise, it is argued, would 
noisome pestilence annually desolate its ci- 
lies and districts, and- every where. un- 
sparingly and. prematurely people the 
grave?’ ‘This is only a small portion of 
the rhodomontade with which he con- 
cludes his volume ; and yet, notwithstand- 
ing all this, Mr. Faux was not disappointed, 
for his impressions were received before he 
sailed. He tells us in the outset, that he 
bade farewel to his good and venerable fa- 
ther, whom he never expeeted to see more, 
and tore himself from the embraces of his 
wife and of one dear and only child; that 
immediately on his arrival in London he 
called on Mr. Fearon, requesting letters. to 
his friends. ‘ No,” said he, “my book 
has destroyed them: you will contirm my 
reports.” His sea-voyage is described as 
more horrible than the middle passage. 
‘The weather was stormy —he was sea-sick 
—The sailors swore horribly, and paid no 
attention to the Lord’'s-day. The beef and 
porter were bad; and -he anticipated no- 
thing less than dying of hunger. At last, 
to the great joy of himselt as wellas of his 
captain, he got on-board another American 
vessel, which was returning from the 
South Sea. Here he beeame contented, 
crying out, ‘‘ How merciful is the God on 
whom I ealled! for, instead of drowning, 
Starving, or eating each other, I am living 
on the new and interesting luxuries of the 
east, &c.” ‘The whole of the volume is 
equally amusing, axl contains many curious 
gossippings which he heard, as well as 
things which he saw witha jaundiced eye; 
but, with regard to any information that 
can be trusted to, it is totally out of the 
question. His going to America at all ap- 
peared to be apenanee; during his stay 
he was afflicted with paralysis, which lett 
him imneediately on his return. - In short, 
we have nothing but the wanderings of a 
hypochondriae. 
We took up Hunter's Memoirs of a Cap- 
livity among the Indians of North America 
with a considerable degree of suspicion. 
A Young White Man eseaping from a sa- 
Vase 
