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THOUGHTS ON THE FUTURE ClVU. POLtCTTOF AMERICA 
By John William Drackk, M. L> . LL. D.,Proless»r 
of Chemistry uud Physiology In the University of 
Now fork; A nthor of ft "Treatise ou Human Phys¬ 
iology," inid or H History of the Intellectual Devel¬ 
opment or Europe. 8vo.—pp. 3S5. Now York: 
liarpor & Brother*. 
Wk mAy naturally expect that literal pro will receive 
a new impnlso among us from the lat.c wnr for the 
Union. The history of the past teaches ns to look for 
such a result. Those social convulsions which, al¬ 
though thoy shake society to He fonad&ttOBft, end in 
promoting reform, are always intellectually Invigora¬ 
ting. They etimnlato general inquiry uud provoke 
activo mlndB to speculation and research. For years 
to come the book markets will he tilled with works 
relating to the war and topics naturally springing 
from It, and men will read and ponder over the prob¬ 
lems thus presented with never llagging interost. 
Suet * hook as the one before us, which previous to 
the rebellion would have to go begging for readers, 
will be perused now with avidity by almost all classes 
or men. The ruture civil policy or onr eouutry is the 
great question of the day with us, and whoever has 
anything important to say on th- subject will And 
willing listeners. The theory of Dr, Draper's work 
She died when earth was fair beyond all price, 
When hearts were warm as her own coat of silk; 
When people’s houses seemed the homes of mice, 
And when life’s cup, for her, o’erfiowed with milk. 
Reared tenderly, she spent her few brief yeare, 
Like cats in Egypt—sacred free from fears— 
Weep not for her! 
Weep not for her I she’s had a peacefal time; 
She might have been a sausage long ago— 
A muff, a fiddle-string; but to her prime 
She hath arrived with, an unruffled brow; 
Shielded as if she had but one sweet life 
Instead of nine—kept from atl care and strife— 
Weep not for her! 
Weep not for herl she’s now a cat with^wings; 
Perhaps a dweller in the "milky-way"'’ 
Purring for joy amid all purring things; 
No longer blinded with the light of day; 
Where boys are not, nor stones nor tears nor sighs. 
All dogs forever banished from her eyes— 
Weep not for her! 
Weep not for her! her memory Is the shrine 
Of pleasant thoughts, pure as a kitten's dream; 
Calm as her own washed face at day’s decline ; 
Soft as the scent of catnip; rich as cream. 
Then lay her under ground ail snug and nice, 
For, like the “ Puss in Boots" she'll catch no mice; 
Weep not for her! 
Weep not for her I there U flO cause fsr woe; 
But nerve the drooping spirit that it walk 
Unshrinking in this ratty world below, 
And bear life's Ills; thy tears can’t call her back. 
Thou'lt meet her when thy fleeting years have 
flown. 
With radiant whiskers in thal brighter home— 
Weep not for her! 
W e present a fine view taken on the upper of fifteen miles south, the Hudson receives the 
aters of the Hudson river. The scenery in the Sacandaga, on the line between Montgomery 
wthern portion of the State, where this noble and Saratoga counties. The Sacandaga rises in 
ver takes its rise, is wild and pictuesque, and Hamilton county, and first runs south-east and 
•oeents an Inviting field lor the tourist aud then north-west and west, to its junction below 
lortsman, as weU as for all who love the grand Jessup’s falls. The Hutson then runs to the 
id beautiful in natural scenery. The Hudson cast or south fifteen miles to Hadley falls; it 
oper rises by two branches in Adirondack then turns to the north-east, twenty miles to 
onutains. The eastern branch from the north Glen’s falls, 
a little over 300 miles. So straight is this river 
between Albany and New York, that the dis¬ 
tance is less by water than by land. The tide 
flows to a little above Albany. It is navigable 
for the largest ships 118 miles, to Hudson, and 
for sloops and large steamboats 145 miles above 
New York, to Albany. Small sloops also pro¬ 
ceed to Troy, and through the dam and lock to 
Waterford, about eight miles farther. Through 
a considerable part of its course the banks are 
elevated, and in some parts high, rocky and pre¬ 
cipitous ; particularly in its passage through the 
Highlands, fifty-three miles above the city of 
New York, and the scenery on its banks is 
highly picturesque. 
The Praise of Zion: A Collection of MubIc for 
rl!lf i”?i 8cho .“'?• Choir * Hr,( l Mimical Conventions ; 
OonsUrlag of L—A System of Musical Nutation; 
* of E? ercl * e 8 and Glees for Singing 
’ /I, 1 '- A n Extensive collection of Uvmu 
lanes. IV —A Lirgo Assortment or Sentences, 
Anthems and Chants. By 8olon Wilder and 
1'KKDi.uicE.b, Davenport. New York: Alason & 
■tfrotflera. 
Wk think this work will he found among the best of 
the celebrated musical publications of the Mason 
Brothers. The first slxly-two pages are devoted to 
the elementary or einging-school department, con¬ 
taining ample definitions and easy, practical exer- 
ciix*, Of hymn tunes we And all the old favorites, 
together with many new and excellent harmonies. 
Tim ornate or the antheilt department le almost entire¬ 
ly new, containing among other valuable matter two 
choruses by Neckomm and Novell© respectively, 
which are hero for the first time presented to the pub- 
.ic. \Yc confidently recommend the work to our 
readers. 
Its dlrectioi is then nearly south 
to its entrance into New York bay. Forty miles 
below Glen’s falls, it receives from the west the 
Mohawk, its greatest tributary. From the Junc¬ 
tion of the Mohawk to Its mouth, is about 170 
miles. The whole length of the Hudson, from 
its source to its entrance into New York bay, is 
A FAIRY TALE FOR CHILDREN, 
beyond expression. It has been for centuries 
the tradition of their tribe to model every pub- 
llceharactcr after the stylo of the heroic antique. 
Their uation-founders, warriors and law makers 
have been invariably clad in flowing togas, 
crowned with laurel or oak wreaths, and carry¬ 
ing papyrus rolls or the batons of empire in 
their outstretched hands. How can men so 
educated—these poor, dwarfed ransackers of 
the past, who have always regarded greatness in 
this illusory aspect—over be bronght to compre¬ 
hend the genius of a character so externally 
unconth, so pathetically simple, so unfatlioma- 
bly penetrating, so irresolute and yet so irreslst- 
ablc, so bizarre^ grotesque, droll, wise and 
perfectly beneficent in :»(] Us developments as 
was that of the great original thinker and 
statesman for whose death the whole land, even 
in the midst of victories unparalleled, is to-day 
draped in mourning ? It will require an alto¬ 
gether new breed and school of historians to 
begin doing Justice to this type-man of the 
world’s last political evangel. No ponderously 
eloquent George Bancroft can properly rehearse 
those inimitable stories by which, in the light 
form of allegory, onr ma. tyred President has so 
frequently and so wisely decided the knottiest 
controversies of his Cabinet; nor cun even the 
genius of a Washington Irving or Edward Ev¬ 
erett in some future ago elecutionize into the 
formal dignity of a Greek statue the kludly but 
powerful luce of Mr. Lincoln, seamed in circles 
by humorous thoughts, ,nd furrowed crosswise 
by mighty anxieties. It will take a new school 
ol' historians to do justice to this eccentric addi¬ 
tion to the world’s gallery of heroes ; for while 
other men as interesting and original may have 
held equal power previously lu other countries, 
it is only in the present age of steam, telegraphs 
and prying newspaper reporters that a subject 
so eminent, both by genius and position, could 
have been placed under the eternal microscope 
of critical examination. 
THE CHINESE IN CALIFORNIA 
In a letter to the N. Y. Tribune, Mr. A. D. 
Richardson writes of the Chinese of California, 
as follows: 
There are 50,000 Chinese on the Pacific coast. 
Comiug east instead of going west, the organic 
law of migration Is against them, and nature en¬ 
forces her own statues. Hence they do not 
settle, but merely stay; take no root; bring few 
women save prostitutes ; import their food, of 
which rice is the staple; send home their 
money, send home even their dead, embalmed, 
to rest in the family dwellings of their far, twi¬ 
light land, nursery of the human race, where the 
Orient joins the Occident, 
Industrious and frugal, serene and quiet under 
heavy taxes and frequent kicks, poor John Chi¬ 
naman puts money in his purse and revels in 
dirt and degradation. In the mines only glean¬ 
ing where the white man has reaped, at the 
year’s end his is the larger “pile.” When he finds 
a rich lead, by a mysterious but invariable coin¬ 
cidence it belongs to some American—inexorable 
policeman who bids Johnny “move on." The 
divine right of numbers and a race Is against 
him. Perfect in imitation, where female labor 
is scarce, he proves unrivaled at nursing, cook¬ 
ing, washing and ironing. He dandles babies 
entrusted to him with so much caution and ten¬ 
derness, that ail the maternal Instinct must lurk 
somewhere under his long pigtail, in his yellow 
face or his uiooney eyes. My friend has a 
masculine domestic named Afoy, who scrubs 
floors, washes dishes and cooks dinners with 
grave and deliberate fidelity. 
TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP!” 
Americans arc peculiar in one thing, they 
will sing a song to death 
In our brief existence 
we can recall many instances of the kind. We re- 
memberhowoften “Old Dan Tucker” was taunted 
with being too late to come to his evening meal; 
how little rest we gave “Oh, Susannah,” (we 
owe Susannah a weighty debt) and how entran- 
cingly we alluded to the eyes of “ Dearest Mae,” 
those orbs that rendered midnight entirely su¬ 
perfluous. For a longtime “The Poor old Slave” 
was allowed little repose, although ho had os¬ 
tensibly “gone to rest.” “The Old Folks at 
Home” were ruthlessly torn from that quiet 
and seclusion which their age Imperatively de¬ 
manded, and forced to duty in every minstrel 
and concert company in the land. “Old Dog 
Tray,” the faithful old pup, was fora long time 
drawn by the tail through all manner of brass 
instruments, wound up to an agonizing pitch by 
piano keys, and made to howl plaintively in four 
voices. The “ Stiver Moon ” had to*“ roll on ” 
by day as well as night, constantly performing 
the unremunerative task of guiding “ the trav¬ 
eler on his way,” apparently regardless as to 
whether the “ nightingale’s song was in tune ” 
or not. “ Home, Sweet Home,” has been so 
successfully divested of all its attractive features 
that many people have been satisfied to become 
wanderers for the remainder of their existence. 
“ Gentle Annie ” was a great bore for a time, and 
although wc were constantly assured that “ thou 
wilt come no more', gentle Aunie,” she still kept 
coming. 
Then there was no end to those winds that 
“ Blew bitter across the Wild Moor.” We got 
very sick of so much “ blowing " over the moor. 
Othello, the moor of Venice wasn't biow’d over 
more. “Nellie was a lady,” sang everybody. 
WeU she might have been, but where an asser 
tlon of that nature is made so often and so per¬ 
sistently, we are inclined to question the founda¬ 
tion for the assertion. We have heard young 
ladies singing “ Who will care for mother 
now?” while their mothers were wearing them¬ 
selves out in the kitchen over the family wash¬ 
ing. Then there is “John Brown's Body.” 
Instead of being permitted to lie quietly “mold- 
ering in the grave,” it was kept “ marching on,” 
with enough knapsacks “strapped upon his 
“ back to supply a regiment with that uceceesary 
article of camp and garrison equipage. “ When 
this cruel war is over” had a pretty good run. 
The heartiest congratulations that were luduced 
by the termination of the war aroao from the 
fact that people got over singing when this cruel 
war Is over, Ac. Now the popular tongue is sing¬ 
ing aud whistling “ Tramp, tramp, tramp, the 
boys are marching.” Wo are in great danger of 
being tramped to death with It. You hear it in 
the workshop and in the billiard saloon. “Be¬ 
neath the starry flag wo will breathe the air again. ’ ’ 
We had been bolding our breath, or else breath¬ 
ing chloroform up to this period, we suppose, 
but now “ we breathe the air again.” This air is 
breathed by a great many people about now. 
What next ? we wait the reply of the popular 
song writer. 
Li rics of Life. With Illustrations by 8 . KtvngL, 
Jr. Paper-pp. 101. Boston: Ticknor & fields. 
This fourth number ortho series of “Companion 
j'oets for the People" is a very judicious selection 
from the works of a poet whose misfortune it is usu¬ 
ally to write above the comprehension of ordinary 
readers. Tho editor however has given us in this 
little volume a collection which, while it fairly rcfiects 
the chaste and delicate beauties which characterize 
the author’s productions, cannot fail to charm all but 
the most illiterate. Wc predict that “ Lyrics of Life" 
will gain for Mr. Browni.no many new admirers. For 
■sale by booksellers generally. 
with the tiny woodroof. Again it opened into 
glades green with short thick turf, and set with 
hroad leaves and white bells of the valley lily. 
Happy animal life brightened the pleasant spot. 
The nut-seeking squirrel leaped and chattered, 
the timid rabbit hid himself in the waving fern, 
the pigeon cooed, the nightingale sung. There 
also came the fairies to dance on the dewy 
sward. 
Upon the border of this wood, dwelt a little 
child, who was called Honeybel, on account of 
of her loviDg ways. There was nothing that 
she liked so much as to hunt for acorns, and 
gather hyacinths and curious orchises. One day 
she feU iisleep under a group of elders, which 
grew on the edge of a glancing ‘ rilL Their 
spreading bloom arched with its snow, and their 
scent, lu which lies a fairy spell, deepened her 
slumber. The twilight followed. 
Then the stars came out, silently one by one. 
All was stUl, when a troop of fairies went laugh¬ 
ing by, and stumbled against the ;dreamer with 
a touch like tuat of a rose leaf. They screamed 
with fear, but at the moment, the moon came 
from a cloud, and showed them the closed eyes, 
the srnUing lips, and the locked fingers still 
grasping a treasure of crimson bads. 
The Queen sighed, and exclaimed “ Why is 
she not of ns? Let us take her to the For¬ 
tunate Islands, which know neither cold nor 
tempests." 
“We will do so,” answered her husband. 
“ We will do so,” echoed her little court. 
There was but one way in which they sccom- 
j plished this purpose, aud that was by means of 
a charmed Uquki, which they kept carefuUy 
at their home amidst the seta It was called the 
water of Oblivion, and a single drop washed 
the past wholly from memory. If, however, 
the name of God were breathed in. the faintest 
accents over the sparkling cap, its power for 
evil vanished forever. While there, one of the 
fairy band flew In quest of the magic draught, 
the rest sought to make Honeybel forget her 
evening prayer. 
They transported her to the gay palaces filled 
with light and music. Lovely forms danced 
around her, and she listened to pretty tales, or 
learned fairy games, or played with the flashing 
gems which were showered upon her in dazzling 
numbers. 
So the midnight came, the moment of fairy 
influence, and the messenger returning from her 
rapid flight, offered her the diamond goblet 
which contained her fate. 
Weary, thirsty, and bewildered with the pleas¬ 
ures of the hour, she lifted it to drink, then sud¬ 
denly replacing it, she clasped her hands and 
whispered, “I thauk thee, Father.” 
With these words, a sorrowful wail went with 
a sobbing sound through the glittering hall; 
and jeweled pillar, and shining dome, and merry 
dancers passed her sight, and behold, she was 
safe beneath the elders in the gleam of the watch¬ 
ing stars. 
Dear children, when the fairy, Temptation, 
comes to you with winning smiles and sounding 
promises, send your thoughts upward to heaven; 
and the Father—who never forgets for a mo¬ 
ment even the humblest of his creatures, wiU 
guide and guard you to the end. 
The Ladies’ Rei-ositobv.— This excellent ladies’ 
magazine, devoted to "Literature and Religion," and 
edited by Dr. Wtlrr, is at hand for September, its 
snow-while pages filled with choice and elegant read- 
ing matter. Of the engravings In this number, "Lake 
Henderson," in the Adirondacks, Is a perfect gem. 
Among the articles with which wo were particularly 
pleased wo note a biographical notice of Alice B. Ha¬ 
ven, by the editor, a memorial to Mrs. Stooi-tixEr by 
Mrs, M. W. Alexander, an Intimate friend of the 
deceased, and a critical notice, with examples from 
his writings, of the cebrated Corn-Law Rhymer, Ebe- 
nezeb Elliott, a poet of whom comparatively little 
is known lu this country. The remaining matter Is 
very desirable, and we heartily recommend the period¬ 
ical to our lady readers. 
An Historical Picture.—Powell & C’o. have just 
published a large photographic picture, containing 
the likenesses of Abraham Lincoln, Hannibal Ham¬ 
lin, and of the Senators and Representatives who 
voted " aye” on the resolution submitting to tho Leg¬ 
islatures ol the several States a proposition to amend 
the Constitution of the United States so as to prohibit 
slavery. The numerical arrangement of the groups 
is very convenient. The portrait* of the Representa¬ 
tives are grouped in an oval form around the head of 
Speaker C'oltax in the center, while medallion por. 
traits of the Senators form the circle outside, which 
is supported at lop and bottom by larger medallion 
portrita of Lincoln & Hamlin. Tho likenesses are 
generally very good, and the picture will be desired 
by all who wish to see how tho men looked who fig¬ 
ured largely In the greatest historical act of the 
century. 
— — - — 
Atlantic for October— We have not had timo 
before this to give our readers the table of contents of 
the last Atlantic. Although this Is not as good a 
number as usual, still It contains valuable reading 
matter. The following is tho list of articles and con¬ 
tributor*:—Saints who have had Bodies, G. 11k v- 
NOLDS: No Time like tho Old Time. Oliver Wkxdkll 
Holmes: Coupon Bonds, II., J.T. Trowbridge; The 
Author Of Saul, Batard Tavlor; Needle and Gar¬ 
den, X; John Jordan, Edmund Kirkk ; Noel, Henry 
W. Longfellow ; Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship, 
II., D. A Wasson; Doctor Johns, IX., Donald g! 
Mitchell; Down tho River, Haruikt E. Prescott; 
Abraham Lincoln, U. H. Brownell: Reviews and 
CASHMERE SHAWLS, 
The cashmere shawl wool consists of the fleece 
beneath the undercoat of the hair of the shawl- 
goats. The shearing is performed at the com¬ 
mencement of the summer, which, In those Al¬ 
pine regions, though short, is very hot. The 
hair is first cut short with a knife, the shearer 
beginning at the head and following the direc¬ 
tion of the fleece toward the tall. The animal is 
then rubbed in the reverse direction with a sort 
of brush or comb, which detaches the fine wool 
from next the skin (the asnli) nearly free from 
the hair. When the animals are not shorn, they 
relieve themselves of the winter vests of deli¬ 
cate down, by rolling on the ground or rubbing 
against tho rocks. Seeing that the original pos¬ 
sessors of the asuli are nearly as wild as the 
winds, materiels for thousands of shawls must be 
annually blown about and utterly wasted amongst 
the pinnacles and crags of .those desolate re¬ 
gions. M. Gerard thinks that at present a very 
great quantity of the genuine asuli Is lost by 
being mixed with the coarser hair and common 
wool, and thus Indiscriminately manufactured 
Into buslimeona. 
y. Y. Herald. 
SOMETHING ABOUT READING 
Wuilb many do not read at all in these times, 
there are those who read too much, particularly 
the young. A moderate amount of reading and 
plenty of observation is what will develop the 
youthful mind. In au amusing article upon tho 
“Physicians and Surgeons of a bygone, genera¬ 
tion," a foreign Journal describes Abernethy 
conversing thus with a certain patient:—“ I 
opine,” said he, “that more than half your ill¬ 
ness arises from too much reading. On answering 
that my reading was chiefly history- which amused 
while it instructed, he replied, that is no answer 
to uiy objection. At your time of life a young 
fellow should endeavor to strengthen his consti¬ 
tution, and lay in a stock of health. Besides, 
too much reading never made tin able man. It 
is not so much tho extent and amount of what 
we read that serves us, as what we assimilate 
and make our own. It is that, to use an illustra¬ 
tion borrowed Irenu my profession, that consti¬ 
tutes the chyle of tho miud. “I have always 
fouud that really indolent men, men of what I 
would call flabby intellects, are great readers. 
It is far easier to read than to think, to reflect or 
obsen e; aud these fellows, uot having learned 
to think, cram themselves with tho ideas or words 
of others. This they call study, but it is 
not so. lu my own profession I have observed 
that the greatest men were not the mere readers, 
but tho men who observed, who reflected, who 
fairly thought out an idea. To learn to reflect 
and observe is a grand desideratum for a young 
man. John Hunter owed to his power of obser¬ 
vation that tine discrimination, that keen judg¬ 
ment, that intuitiveness which ho possessed in a 
greater degree than any other surgeon of his 
time.” 
A MELANCHOLY TRUTH. 
When a rakish youth goes astray, friends 
gather around him in order to restore him to the 
path of virtue. Gentleness and kindness are 
lavished upon him to win him back to inuoceuce 
and peace. No one would suspect that ho had 
ever sinned. But when a poor, eonfldiug girl Is 
betrayed, she receives tho brand of society, and is 
henceforth driven from tho ways of virtue. 
The betrayer Is honored, respected, esteemed; 
there ia no peace for her this side of the grave. So¬ 
ciety has but few loving, helping hands for her, 
no smile of peace, no voice of forgiveness. 
These are earthly moralities unknown to heaven. 
There is a deep wrong in them, and fearful are 
the consequences. 
A good condition of the clothes we wear is 
necessary to sustain our self-satisfaction and 
complacency, but cut and fastdon give elegance 
and ease. It you are sensible of being a guy, 
your comportment will be weak and ineffective. 
Tou cuunot strut like a peacock when you know 
that your feathers are those of a turkey. You 
must have a sense of being up to the mark, be- 
lore you can practice an elegant walk, or adopt 
an imposing iwagger. When our dress was un- 
grucol'ul und uucomfortable, we ourselves were 
ungraceful aud uncomfortable also. 
ABRAHAM LINCOLN IN THE FUTURE 
And surely some hundred years hence, when 
tho staid und scholaily disciples of the historic 
Muse bring their grave eyes to scan and their 
brief tape Hues to measure the altitude and atti¬ 
tude, properties and proportions of our deceased 
■Chief Magistrate, their surprise—taking them to 
be historians qf the present type—will be intense 
Men are sometimes aetmsedjjof pride, merely 
because their accusers would be proud themselves 
if they were in their places. 
Experience is a pocket compass that a fool 
never consults until he has lost his way. 
