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that will far outlive that of his journalistic namesake, the 
Livingstone discoverer. The Yellowstone expedition, under 
this intelligent commander of the Twenty-second Infantry, 
is making great progress, and recent information from 
headquarters of the Yellowstone expedition at Camp Pear- 
son, announces that the steamer Josephine had succeeded 
in traversing the Yellowstone river seven miles nearer its 
source than General Forsyth in the Key West last spring. 
Colonel Ludlow, of the engineers, is of opinion that the Yel- 
lowstone river is navigable as far as the Big Horn, located 
some 200 miles up the stream. The ‘‘ expedition” troops 
have hada rough time thus far, the reute being poor and 
lands bad; still as far as ‘can be seen from the advance of 
the expedition, the Yellowstone valley presents a beautiful 
level prairie, and the engineers expeot to make good pro- 
gress. This Yellowstone region of our country abounds in 
natural wonders, and the amount of scientific and general 
information to be derived by this army exploration will be 
of vast importance to the Government and the people. Gen- 
eral Stanley July 28th started for Pompey’s Pillow and Mus- 
sel Shell Shoals, taking with him fifty day’s supplies, and 
expects to return about the middle of October. 
The infantry troops are now ‘‘trying on” the new infan- 
try equipment, and commanding officers are reporting how 
the new thing works. 
The Yale geological exploration party is on its way to 
Fort Bridger, where a month will be spent in examining the 
geological formation of the Wasatch range. A detachment 
of the second cavalry, (Co. I,) under Captain W. A. Jones, 
left camp Brown, Wy ming, July 12th, where they had 
halted for ten days. The object of this exploration is to as- 
certain, if possible, a wagon road of approachable nature 
from Wind river and the Shoshonee reservation over the 
mountains to Mt. Ellis, by way of Lake Yellowstone. If 
this exploration is successful, the whole trade of Montana, 
already quite extensive, will take the Wyoming route from 
the Union Pacific Railroad, and the great national park will 
be brought within the reach of pleasure seekers without 
their being compelled to undergo the tedious navigation of 
the Missouri, or costly route oa Corinne and Helena. The 
Gregg expedition, under escort of Co. C, Second Cavalry, 
are en route up the valley to the North Fork, thence by the 
head of the Lone Pine creek to the Niokara,at the mouth os 
the Rapid river. Near Evergreen run this expedition dis- 
covered a tract of land covered with heavy pine timber, and 
the value of this discovery cannot be overestimated. On 
reaching the Niokara, at the mouth of the Rapid, they found 
a stream 100 yards in width, heavily timbered with pine and 
cedar. The existence of wood in this part of Nebraska had 
never before been suspected, and as the land around is re- 
ported as rich, well watered and abounding in game, it will 
undoubtedly stimulate settlement in these parts very soon. 
These expeditions are of vast importance to the country, 
and the army is performing a great service in protecting and 
assisting these many exploring parties. 
The largest portion of the United States troops are enjoy- 
ing camp life, and in many instances it is found far more 
enjoyable than any of the numerous watering places. A 
correspondent of the Army and Navy Journal, writing from 
the camp of Co. D, Third Cavalry, located on a bluff of the 
Laramie river, among other things, says: ‘‘The tents are 
covered with shade, making them very comfortable. The 
weather so far has been delightful, and we have no desire 
to exchange places with those who frequent your watering 
places. Daily mounted drills, target practice with carbine 
and pistol, vary the monotony which, when the Laramie 
was high, was more varied by the excitement of swimming 
the horses across the river, an exercise useful, exciting, and 
avery necessary part of the cavalry drill. Nearly all the 
horses swim- well. One came near drowning, owing to his 
driver pulling on the bit, which should never be done. The 
horse got his front leg over the rein, and commenced going 
down; his face was one of dark despair. At this time 
‘“stable call” was sounded, when the despair changed to a 
bright hope, the noble brute continued to struggle, and final- 
ly got out. The change of expression of the beast’s face 
from dark despair to bright hope would have been a picture 
for an artist. The rider who could not swim was dashed 
into some brush and got ashore, and a horse nic-named 
‘*Pontoon-bridge,” from his good swimming, was sent out 
for him.” 
The Canadian rifle, known as the Duval Macnaughtan, 
has been tried at Wimbledon, and has elicited marked ex- 
pressions of praise from the metropolitan press. 
art and the Brama. 
N spite of the leading idea of our paper, which is to take 
our readers once a week into the shades of the ‘‘ forest,” 
and lead them meanderingly beside the flowing ‘‘ stream,” 
still we have an allotted place for the beautiful and fascina- 
ting associations of the Drama and Art. 
Nature, delighting in opposites, inspires her true love 
with the keenest enjoyment at the display of an excellent 
theatrical representation. The very contrast of the gas- 
light creations with his honest out-of-door experiences, neces- 
sarily leads to this result. 
quisitions upon the intrinsic merits of the Drama, listen to 
the discourses of the cultured and gentle sportsman on the 
subject, while beguiling his time at a ‘‘deer stand,” or, to 
the disciple of the ‘“‘rod and line,” who gives his reminis- 
cences of the stage while engaged in the glorious work of 
making a ‘‘red palmer hackle” to ensnare the gem speckled 
trout. r 
Professing no real sympathy for the ‘‘ Sensational” Drama, 
and indulging the hope that the ‘society play,” (a kind of 




If you would have genuine dis- 
monstrosity that generally makes the leading actresses mere 
frames on which to hang costly dresses, or worse, represen- 
tatives of those gilded vices from which originate the un- 
happy women of the town,) has had its meridian, and will 
soon give way to better things. And disclaiming all desire 
to attempt the part of a reformer, save by good example, 
we shall in our limited allotted space, note from time to 
time such excellencies as appear in our judgment worthy 
of praise, and endeavor to do it with fairness, and in details 
sufficient to keep our readers posted upon the really notice- 
able dramatic events of the day. 
Our summer, which is rapidly passing into the sere and 
yellow leaf of fall, has been theatrically dull to a degree 
quite without precedence. The noble ambition of some of 
our ‘‘ sensation sheets,” to get up a cholera scare, has had 
the effect of putting New York for weeks together in quaran- 
tine, not at the mouth of the harbor, but through the ab- 
sence of our country friends from every highway that led 
to ‘‘Rome.”” Never was our city blessed with more general 
health, neither was it ever more justly entitled to the name 
of a first class summer watering place, yet days and days 
passed in July when our best hotels at the dinner hour 
often had fewer guests than attentive servants standing at 
the backs of the empty chairs. 
Amusements weré almost suspended; not a place of negro 
minstrels, was, noris yet opened! Mr. Boucicault, who 
announces over his own signature, that he is the greatest 
actor living, kept up a fair house at Wallack’s, while the 
players of Wood’s Museum supported lively performances, 
made up of incidents of backwoods life, the real enactment 
of which in the lava beds, culminated in the Modoc war. . 
Two or three weeks ago, in our desperation to oblige a 
country friend with sight of a play, we visited the ‘* Bowery.” 
The thermometer inside the house must have been, one hun- 
dred and eighty, at least, for we saw spirit boiling in the 
faces of the audience. The building was crowded to excess; 
the gentlemen who abated the nuisances around Washing- 
ton and Fulton markets, might have been inspired by the 
seething atmosphere, with the idea that ‘‘something ought 
to be pulled down.” The play, however, was healthy and 
had a good moral. The Madeline Morel and Frou Frou 
schools evidently have not reached the ‘‘ East Side” of the 
town. The poor and simple folk of that benighted region 
are old fashioned enough to look upon the traits and misfor- 
tunes of a virtuous and well meaning people with the greatest 
interest and greeted their final. triumph (in the play) with 
absolute enthusiasm. Would it not be wéll*for Wilkie 
Collins to commence his lecture tour in this country from 
before the foot lights of the ‘‘ old Bowery’? or, would the 
fair sex present, take the elaboration of the First Magdalen 
as an insult ? If borne with by this gracious art he might 
coin money, and do missionary work at the same time. 
The opening season promises well for our disquistions. 
In our Metropolitan city, strange as it may appear, the 
Grand Opera never has had a promising existence, yet this 
fall and winter we are to have two combinations, each one 
advertised conspicious for the possession of distinguished 
artists. If the music is really good, and the terrible peddlers 
of boquets and pamphlets are not altogether unbearable 
from their officiousness, and the public is benefitted by the 
rivalry, we hail the event with the greatest satisfaction; yet 
we have been so often disappointed we indulge but little 
hope. The old routine we fear will be repeated; full dress, 
kid gloves, extemporized liveried servants, policemen bawl]- 
ing for coaches, hustling in the corridor of the Opera House;: 
this for a few weeks, and then a relapse into silence, to be 
followed by memories of unsatisfactory experiences, and 
money gone to the dogs. 
The Italian Opera not being a plant of the cactus genus 
cannot stand firm with its roots in dry sand, and live on 
air. On the contrary, the opera wants an immense amount 
of fertilizing material in the form of green-backs, and under 
the most favorable circumstances in New York city it isa 
most miserable exotic. We fear it will never be thoroughly 
acclimated, until something is done to put it in possession 
of the people at large. This powerful organization in this 
country builds up and sustains not only our great material 
interests, but our asthetic projects. Among its, members 
you find creators of railway routes across the continent, and 
the most enthusiastic and judicious supporters of Art. 
The accepted operatic lion for the hour is to be Signor 
Tamberlik. This gentleman it seems, now that he is en- 
gaged for ‘‘the season,” is pronounced by his especial friends 
(the managers and the Bohemians) to have the most extraor- 
dinary tenor voice ever listened to, his upper notes on the 
stage reaching to Csharp in altissimo, and off the stage to 
the still more astonishing elevation of 35,000 francs per 
month! and furthermore, he is said’ to possess ‘‘ more force” 
than Mario, and ‘“‘less bounce,” than Wachtel. 
Signor Tamberlik, we judge from the prelimnary notices 
of his advent, has been doing nothing for the last thirty 
years, but rehearsing in foreign capitols to perfect himself 
for this professional visit to New York. Knowing from 
hearsay how permicious are our national airs to the Italian 
voice, he has evidently endeavored to gradually acclimate 
himself by singing for many seasons in all the magnificent 
towns of Central South America, and for the last two years 
in the dilapidated Tacon at Havana. 
Old Knickerbocker, in one of his greatest historical com- 
positions, records a case of unfortunate ambition, in the 
person of a athletic dutch man, who got out of wind entirely, 
by running a full mile to acquire momentum enough to jump 
over a ditch nine feet wide. If Signor Tamberlik has 
been over thirty years preparing to come here, it is no won- 
der he has not the ‘‘ bounce” of Wachtel. We regret that 
he did not test the good nature of our audiences say fifteen 
years ago; the young lady critics would have forgiven his 
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should have been, greeted the performance. 
visitors deserve a long and successful engagement. 
Dutch school. 
cannot see why a ‘‘ violin or fiddle is much nearer heaven than a clar’net.” 
It brings back to our mind the memories of our boyhood when we sat 

thin want of culture, for the sake of the advantages of a 
youthful person and face. 
On the 11th instant, the charming commedians known 
as the Vokes family, opened at the Union Square Theatre, in 
a new play entitled ‘‘Fun in a Fog.” A full house as there 
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“UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.”—Hall & Williams, New 
York. Leisure Hour Series. 
As you open the book you read, ‘‘To dwellers ina wood, almost every 
species of tree has 1ts voice as well as its feature. At the passing of the 
breeze, the fur trees sob and moan no less distinctly than they rock; the 
holly whistles as it battles with itself; the ash hisses amid its quiverings; 
the beach rustles while its flat boughs rise and fall. And Winter, which 
modifies the note of such trees as shed their leaves, does not destroy their 
individuality.” On acold and stormy Christmas-eve, less than a genera- 
tion ago, aman was passing along a lane in the darkness of a plantation 
that whispered thus distinctively to his intelligence. 
All the evidences of 
his nature were thus afforded by the spirit of his footsteps, which succeed- 
ed each other lightly and quickly, and by the loveliness of his voice as he 
sang in a rural cadence: 
‘With the rose and the lily 
And the daffodown dilly, 
The lads and the lasses a-sheep-shearing go.” 
But here we must leaye him, to his interview at Tranten’s—and he has 
fully laid down in this very interesting ‘‘ Leisure Hour” under the green- 
wood tree, one of the most lively and imaginative wood-paintings of the 
We find many of Tranten’s opinion, in this world, who 
perched up in the old Unitarian church, (congregational by courtesy) our 
short legs not nearly touching the floor, and our eyes literally sticking out 
with wonder, one day, when a new big bass-viol made an unheard of ino- 
vation in the village choir. Our own astonishment was not greater than 
De Frosts, the chorister. At sight of this ‘‘ big-fiddle ** he threw away with 
disgust nis big oaken pitch pipe, and refused all aid so far as accom- 
paniment went to this ‘‘device of the devil.” Then to think of all the 
after times of the good things that come off in the ‘ choir’—‘ Going the 
rounds,” ‘‘Tne Listeners,” ‘‘ Christmas morning,’ and what happened 
then. ‘‘The great Tranten’s party,” ‘‘O yes, stop till the clock strikes ” 
and they did stop, and it was not a sit still party. Dick was there, and 
Dick’s partner was a girl named Lizzy, and—well readers please get the 
interesting work and read it and thank us for telling you of it. 
poss 
“Twenty THOUSAND LEAGUES UNDER THE SEAS.”—Pub 
lished by Geo, M. Smith & Co. 11, Bromfield St. Boston. - 
Of this book it may truly be said, it is deserving a place beside the ‘‘Ara- 
bian Nights Entertainment,” or the ‘‘ Hundred and one Stories of Paris.” 
We have seen no book recently, which has attracted the attention that 
these submarine stories have done. It isa charming book for a hot nfter- 
noon in the shade, or to read at the sea-side. No one would be likely to 
get to sleep over its lively wide-awake stories. Wehad thought De 
Foe’s celebrated “‘Robinson Crusoe”’ a work without a parallel, but we must 
place on the same shelf in the library of ‘! wonder books” this voyage 
under the seas. In course of our reading the same, we soon came to the 
conclusion that to be astonished at any one of these remarkable stories 
would be out of place, and we made up our mind that ‘‘ seeing was beliey- 
ing.’ and have we not these wonderful illustrations, one hundred and 
fifty of them, before our very eyes? “These stories are told with such a 
profound confidence, too, that we as truly believe in them as in the re- 
markable travels and adventures of Gulliver, or the ‘‘ Arabian Nights 
Entertainment.’? Were our- submarine explorer to meet a ‘big turtle” 
clad in complete iron armor, with the date of the year in which it was 
forged, instead of his natural shell, we should of course believe it, and, 
would on no account spoil this delightful romance, by questioning the 
slightest tittle of the whole. We swallowed the whole, as we would an 
oyster, and recommend the same to all lovers of the wild and wonderful, as 
avery choice collection of never before written stories. This work is sold 
only by subscription—and agents are wanted everywhere for its circula- 
tion. { 
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“Tim Tour oF THE WORLD IN Erenty Days.”—By Jules 
Verne—James R. Osgood & Co,, Boston. 
This is a delightful book for summer reading. Just the book to take out 
of one’s pocket, as he lays upon his back under the shade of some fine 
large tree, just the book for a weary man, not to be supposed that all will 
be lazy, who read it, for the translator Mr. Fowle, has kept the lively 
scintillating style true to the life. The book, like the ocean breeze, will 
be found easy flowing and varied, full of ever changing incident, from the 
time twenty-nine minutes after eleven o’clock A. M. Wednesday, October 
2d, when Passepartout became Phileas Fogg’s servant, until the ending of 
the great ice-sledge ride. The reader does not journey quite so fast, yet 
his imagination has little time to lag, or rest, and one strange or droll in- 
cident after another, enlivens every page of this racy little volume. All 
is well that ends well, and the many readers of this book will be well pleas- 
with its finale. : 
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Tue CaNnapIAN Montruiy AND NATIONAL REyrEw.—We 
are indebted to the enterprising publishers—Messrs. Adam, Stevenson & 
Co., Toronto, Canada—for beautifully bound volumes of this periodical, 
embracing the issues for 1872, the initial year of its existence. Wecon- 
fess our surprise as well as gratification to find init a magazine 80 ex- 
quisite in typography, and so captivating in its general contents; being in 
all respects worthy of any literary centre in either hemisphere. Its con_ 
tents are varied, and embrace vigorous and thoughtful papers in bio- 
graphy, criticism, travel, science, political economy, romance and poetry. 
No higher evidence than this magazine affords, is needed to impress the 
public with the intellectual life and progress of the Dominion of Canada, 
and no finer medium exists through which our people may familiarize 
themselves with the resources and capabilities of a country which, though 
our neighbor, is to a vast majority of our people almost a terra incognito. 
Canada presents many features of special interest to the people of the 
United States, and a better knowledge of its people, its institutions, and 
picturesque natural attractions, no less than the selfish incentive of closer 
commercial relations, are all objects’ worthy of encouragement. There- 
fore we most hartily commend this Monthly to our readers, and hope it 
will extend its circulation widely throughout our borders. We regret 
that we do not find the subscription price stated, but specimen copies may 
be obtained by addressing the Publishers. The August number of the 
current year has just come to hand. 

AvitupE.—This is a charming little game adapted to 
children, by means of which, certain ornithological ideas may be acquired. 
The illustrated cards of birds are neatly printed, and the printed text 
just sufficient to make it an interesting game. Natural history is go little 
tanght, that any new method of introducing this most useful study, 
should be welcome. West & Lee of No 10. Main street, Worcester, 
Mass,. are the publishers. 
