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Art and Mrama. 
gf irae appearance of Salvini in ‘‘Othello” has been the 
theatrical sensation of the preceding week, and, 
although his splendid abilities have not, we think, received 
the recognition from the press they justly deserve, still, he 
has made a splendid impression, and satisfied the true lov- 
ers of the drama in its best estate that intellectual per- 
formances still hold their sway over the hearts of the people. 
He will create a revolution in favor of something better 
than sensation and scenery, and we already see indications 
that we believe will end in the revival of the production of 
legitimate drama. Our readers will remember that, up to 
the time of Ristori’s appearance, Mrs. Lander and Mrs. 
Bowers were without engagements; but after the Italians 
gave ‘‘Elizabeth,” the English version was called for, and 
the two ladies we have mentioned filled successful engage- 
ments for one or two years. 
One of the interesting events connected with Salvini’s ap- 
pearance is, that we have had the pleasure, for the first 
time in New York, of witnessing a play laid in Italy by 
Shakspeare, illustrated by the Italian mind. A great deal 
of interesting writing might be produced to show how dif- 
ferently the warm-blooded Southerner translates the pas- 
sions, compared with the colder northern natures, and cer- 
tainly Salvini and his company have given us commentaries 
that will make a lasting impression on all who saw them. 
In the first scene Othello is a thorough gentlemen, a man of 
great attention to etiquette, princely in his bearing, and of 
such heroic stuff, that we do not revolt at the fact that he 
won'the heart of the gentle Desdemona. ‘This phase is the 
artificial product of a nature, wild and of untamed stock, 
and itis a magnificent study to notice how the Moor, in 
Salvini’s hands, after having had his coarser nature roused 
by: suspicions against his wife, gradually becomes the thor- 
ough savage again; his civilization only adding to his inate 
eunning an inborn barbarism. Of the wonderful differences 
displayed by the Italian, over the traditionary manner of 
Garrick, Cooke, and the elder Booth, we will only mention 
the sceneof the murder of Desdemona. Salvini’s Moor 
dwells upon the, contemplated sacrifice with the gloatings 
of a hungry tiger, toys. with his victim, until the audience 
is filled to the verge of horror,and allthis is done directly be- 
fore the audience foot-lights, fifty feet away from the suspen- 
ded draperies that hide the couch. At an unexpected mo- 
ment the Moor makes his long contemplated spring, seizes 
his victim, and bears her roughly across the stage, just as a 
tiger drags the terrified kid to the jungles, and plunges her 
—to the great relief’of the now painfully wrought-up audi- 
ence—behind the curtains. In the dead silence which en- 
sues, the faces of the audience blanched with imaginary 
murder, enacted, but for details, left to their own imagina- 
tions, and when the Moor, having accomplished his bloody 
work, in answer to the call of Iago’s wife, with a face the 
impersonation of horror and remorse, peeps from behind 
these curtains, the dramatic climax is complete. Nothing 
could be more effective, more thoroughly cruel, yet most 
refined; making Shakspeare’s stage directions, and the fol- 
lowing of them by the great tragedians, of smothering Des- 
demona before the audience, by contrast a vulgar tenement- 
house murder. 
As most of our active critics of the press have never 
seen any of these higher demonstrations of the power of 
the actor over the audience, they were, and are evidently 
bewildered; one wentso far, we understand, as to denounce 
Shakepeare’s tragedies, as not intended for the stage, only 
to be read inthe closet. But tradition, regarding the pow- 
er of delineating the human passions by these great mas- 
sters, though they now seem exaggerated, are not, probably, 
upto the truth. Wesaw the elder Booth in “‘New Way to 
Pay Old Debts,” so fearfully earnest in the last scene, that 
the entire stock company, including Mr. Blanchard and 
Mrs. Hamblin, lost their presence of; mind, andfollowed 
the fainting, dying form of Sir Giles off the stage, to see 
the end of the tragedy. 
Wehave precedents of the effect of this intense style, in 
the remarkable anecdote relating, that Kit North, Byron, 
Kelly, and Keats went one night to Drury Lane, to witness 
the elder Keene, in ‘‘Richard the III.” As the play pro- 
gressed, Byron became so excited that he violently 
clutched the shoulders of those beside him, and finally,in the 
ecstacy of his emotion, fainted away, and was carried in- 
sensible from the house. 
Because we have no stage where the mirror is held up to 
nature in its highest developments, it is a mistake to sup- 
pose that nature has ceased to exist; hence, it has but im- 
perfect recognition before the foot-lights. 
No changes have taken place in the theatres this last 
week, except at the Grand Opera House, where the produc- 
tion of a new ‘‘crowning sensafional’ and roman- 
tic ‘spectacular drama,” entitled the ‘‘Haunted House,” 
was, for the first time, enacted on Tuesday night. This 
constant succession of sensational scenery plays, shows 
that the public never seem to tire of them. How would it 
do to have the scenery run in and out upside down, and 
the actors perform on their heads? The patent right de- 
manded for the suggestion. 
BROOKLYN, 
The new Park Theatre is giving, with great success, the 
best English comedies. The Brooklyn Theatre is doing 
the legitimate in tragedy. 
Mr. Wallack is to appear atthe Park in alocal play. 
It ig announced that Nilsson, with her troupe, will ap- 
pear in Brooklyn, at the Central Congregational Church, 
on the 238d of October. One would think we were to have 
sacred concerts. 

DRAMATIC NOTES. 
Miss Rose Eyting appears in a new play at the Union 
Square Theatre, October 1st. 
On a provincial concert given awhile since, three encores 
were accorded to three musicians, each responded. to for 
different versions of ‘‘Home Sweet Home.” On the occa- 
sion it was understood that Miss Kellogg, soprano, intend- 
ed to sing that favorite air, but the audience encored a 
musical instrumentsolo, and the performer answered with 
‘Home Sweet Home.” Miss K. remonstrated. A very cel- 
ebrated pianist followed, and to the encore which greeted 
him, he replied with ‘‘Home Sweet. Home,” with splendid 
variations. Miss K. became indignant at this seeond inter- 
ference with the programme, gave the vocal version of the 
great Englist melody, andthe audience, for the third time, 
treated the popular musician with enthusiastic applause, 
which was answered by a repetition. 
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Tue Danisu Story TeELLterR. Hurd & Houghton. River- 
side Press, Cambridge, Mass. 
One of the most remarkable men of the age is Hans Christian Ander- 
son, the Danish story-teller. He strictly belongs to what may justly be 
called one of the line of men of genius, the founder of a school of litera- 
ture for children, well known by his writings throughout Christendom, 
and by his presence not only in Denmark, his native country, but in the 
‘literary, artistic, and court circles of France, Germany, England, and 
Italy, where his naivete and unaffected simplicity of affection have 
made him known and honored... He was’ born in Odense, Denmark, on 
the second of April, 1805, in the one room which his father and mother 
occupied, which served alike for house and shoemaker’s shop, He left 
town at a very early age to seek his fortune, and in 1867 he was received 
in Odense as the guest of the citizens. The houses were all illuminated, 
a banquet was given in his honor, and he was presented with the free- 
dom of the city. In the sixty-two years that lie between these dates» 
and in the six years since then, is the story of.a life full of varied lights 
and shades. His father was a young man of poetic mind, always hun- 
gering aftera richer life than that of making shoes; his mother a simple, 
superstitious, and affectionate woman. In their one room began his life- 
and his. earliest reccollections furnished him with scenes which afters 
wards he wove into his stories. ‘‘ Our little room, he says, ‘‘ which wa, 
almost filled with a. shoemaker’s bench, the bed, and my crib 
was the abode of my childhood; the walls were, however, covered with 
pictures, and over the work-bench was a cupboard containing books and 
songs; the little kitchen was full of shining plates and metal pans, and 
by means of a ladder 1t was possible to go out on the roof, where in the 
gutters between our house and the neighbor’s there stood a great chest 
filled with soil, mother’s sole garden, where she grew her vegetables. 
In my story of the ‘Snow Queen’ that garden still blossoms.” 
He grew into a tall ungainly lad, as shy as a girl, and yet so simple- 
hearted that he was ready to confide to the utmost in any one who 
smiled on him. At a charity school he learned just a little, but that 
little so carefully that long afterwards he suffered for the lack of such 
common knowledge even as howto spell. It was now, too, he began 
to associate more with others, and like his’ companions, to go through 
catechism, preparatory to confirmation. He tells a little story here of 
himself, which shows whence ‘‘The Red Shoes”? came from, ‘An old 
female tailor altered my deceased father’s great-coat into a confirmation 
suit for me; never befere had I worn so good a coat. I had also for the 
first time in my life, a pair of boots. My delight was extremely great; 
my only fear was that everybody would not see them, and, therefore I 
drew them up over my trousers, and thus marched throngh the church. 
The boots creaked, and that inwardly pleased me; for thus the congrega- 
tion would hear that they were new. My whole devotion was disturbed. 
I was aware of it; and it caused me a horrible pang of conscience that my 
thoughts should be as much with my new boots, as with God. I prayed 
Him earnestly from my heart to forgive me, and then again thought 
about my new boots.’’ 
When he set out for Copenhagen, he had a little sum of money and 
his coufirmation suit, and unbounded confidence in every one. He had 
an innocent way of going right up to people and asking for what he 
wanted. The theatre was to him the most beautiful place in the world; 
and he was ready todo anything that would be in place there—dance, 
sing, or act. So he went to the manager, and asked for an engagement, 
The manager looked at him, and said, “‘Ho, your are too thin for the 
theatre.” ‘‘ Oh,” replied Anderson, ‘‘ only engage me, with one hundred 
rix dollars salary, and I shall soon get fat.” From this time, the 
poor boy lived, he scarcely knew how, but he was possessed of the rare 
quality of attracting people’s attention by his ingenious drollness. He 
at least had the good fortune of attracting the attention of good Coun- 
cillor Collin, who took him as his own sou and began to educate him. 
Ale here collated his odd conceits, and his grotesque fancies took shape; 
the boy student became the man of power. His plays—for he wrote 
them now—appeared upon the stage, and were acted. He now com- 
manded attention, and this simple childlike boy became eminent as a 
writer of childrens’ stories which have since found a’ tongue in many 
languages. The old legends of his country are revived again, and he 
has given to the world the keen amusement of many anhour. Among 
his stories we may name—Zhe Improvisatore; The Two; Baronesses, 
0. T.; Only a Fiddler; The Constant True Soldier; The Top and the Ball; 
Old Shut Hye, and many others, 
Hurd & Houghton have recently issued The Story of my Life, with por- 
trait; a valuable and intensely interesting work, which we recommend to 
our many readers, as deserving a place in their libraries, and which 
should have a prominent place in every household. 
The entire series of his works, are comprised in ten volumes, crown 
octavo size, two of which, Wonder Stories, are elegantly illustrated. The 
yolumes are sold separately, the price for the series being $18.75. 
THe OxrorD Mrernopists. One vol., 8 vo., 416 pages. By 
Rey. L. Tyeman. New York: Harper & Bros. 
All who have read The Life and Times of John Wesley, by the same 
author, will hail this work'with pleasure. Those who have read the won- 
derful history of the great Methodist movement of the last century, 
will be glad to welcome this supplementary work, which so clearly and 
plainly throws much light upon one of the greatest events in the his. 
tory of religon. Many old and pleasing memories of men eminent and 
great, who labored so ‘hard in that grand work of reclaiming the Eng- 
lish masses, the laboring men of what was termed the Georgian era, 
froma deeper slough of despond, than that Bunyan describes in his 
Pilgrim’s Progress—the depths of a wretched materialism—these men are 
not forgotten. Their names shine with an undiminished lusture. These 
were among the great men of the times, and by their works of kind- 
liness are they known, We welcome this yolume as one sure to do 
good. When we read of such men as James Hervey, one of the old 
Oxford Methodists in this work, when such old golden memories are 
again revived, we are sure a good work will'go on and prosper even to 
the end. 
Oupport, Days. 
R. Osgood & Co. 
By Colonel Higginson. Boston: James 
This collection of very liyely and highly interesting historical and. 
other stories, ten in number, is like the call of old and remembered 
friends whom we are always glad tohail,. and this collection of the old 
times and localities of Newport, has for all lovérs of Colonel Higgin- 
son's writings and stories (and who does not love to read them), a double 
interest when presented in this new and very acceptable form, by Os- 
good & Co. To all who know Newport, it is pleasant, to follow the au- 
thor again in his tour of observations about the old place. Here we 
have Oldport Wharves; The Haunted Window; A Driftwood Fire; An 
Artist’s Creation; Ina Wherry; Madam Delia's Expectations; Sunshine 
and Petrarch; A Shadow; Footpaths, Oldport in Winter. 
These sketches and stories will be new to a large portion of our read- 
ers, and the publishers are entitled to much credit for the beautiful and 
appropriate style in which the book is issued. 
Mr. Higginson has long possessed the reputation of being one of our 
best writers, and we are much gratified in welcoming to public notice 
these stirring memories and scenes of New England. We would like to 
notice this work at length, but have to content ourselves with only a 
short extract. 
“The hat is, here, what it is still in Southern Europe—the lineal successor 
of the sword asthe mark of a gentleman. It isnoticed that, in going 
from Oldport to New York or Boston, one is liable to be betrayed by an 
over-flourish of the hat, as isan Arkansas man by a display of the 
bowie-knife. Woman's faces are apt to take, from old age, a finer touch 
than those of men, and poverty does not interfere with this, where there 
isno actual exposure to theelements. From the windows of these old 
houses there often look forth delicate faded countenances, to which be 
longs an air of unmistakable refinement. Nowhere in America, I fancy, 
does one see such counterparts of the reduced gentlewoman of England 
—as described for instance, in ‘*Cranford,’—quiet maiden ladies of 
seventy, with, perhaps a tradition of beauty and bellehood, and till 
wearing, always, a bit of blue ribbon on their once golded curls—this 
head-dress being still carefully arranged, each day, by some hand-mai- 
den of sixty, so long a house-mate as to seem a sister,—though some 
| faint suggestion of wages and subordination may still be preserved: 
Among these ladies— as in ‘‘ Cranford ’’—there is a dignified reticence in 
respect to money matters, and a courteous blindness to the small econo- 
mies practiced by each other. It is not held good breeding when they 
meet, in the shop of a morning, for one.to seem to notice what another 
buys. These ancient ladies have coats-of-arms upon their walls, heredi- 
tary damasks among their, scanty wardrobes, stores of domestic tradi 
tions in their brains, and a whole court-guide of high-sounding names at 
their fingers’ ends. They can tell you of the supposed sister of an Eng- 
lish Queen, who married an American officer and dwelt in Oldport; of 
the Scotch Lady Janet, who eloped with her tutor, and here lived in poy- 
erty, paying her washerwoman with costly lace from her trunks; of the 
Oldport dame who escaped from France at the opening of the revolu. 
tion, was captured by pirates on her voyage to America, then retaken by 
| a privateer and carried into Boston, where she took refuge in John Han- 
cock’s house. They can describe to you the Malbone Gardens, and as 
the night wanes and the embers fade, can give the tale of the Phantom 
of Rough Point. Gliding farther and farther into the past, they revert to 
the brilliant historic period of Oldport, the successive English and 
French occupations during our Revolution, and show you gallant in- 
‘scriptions in honor of their grandmothers, written on the window panes 
by the dimonds rings of the foregn officers.” 
Tue Farr Gop. By Gen. Lew Wallace. 
R. Osgood & Co. 
This is not what may be strictly called a sensational novel, and the 
lovers of mere sensationalism, will perhaps be disappointed in not find- 
ing intense and passional emotions, and these subjects treated in that 
Boston: James 
‘high toned style, found in the description of all modern love stories, In 
‘this they will pro bably be disappointed, for the heroine is made to act and 
‘talk like arational, reasonable girl. This work has much of an historical 
character, as it delineates in a pleasant, concise narrative many interest- 
ing events of the period called Aztec life; the Mexican conquest, by 
Cortez. No one who has recently written upon this subject, has or can 
produce a more readable work upon this interesting race, than the au- 
thor of this book. This work will bear a careful re-reading with 
pleasure and profit. ‘ 
Carirornta. A book for travelers and settlers in Cali- 
fornia, By Charles Nordhoff. New York: Harper & Bros. 
We are very glad to see ina beautiful and fitting binding this finely 
illusirated work by Nordhoff. Although some portions of the same 
haye heretofore graced the magazine, it is nevertheless new to many, 
even who have readit before. It deserves a prominent place upon the 
centre table of our New York and Boston friends. 
PoruLaR ScrENCcE Monruuy, October. 
Appleton & Co. 
This Magazine is at- hand, aid is an unusually interesting number. 
From the very beginning of this work the interest and value of the same 
has been an acknowledged fact: scattering its light and scientific infor- 
mation far and wide, with an undimmed lustre. We are always sure 
of something solid, and satisfactory when we open a new number of 
this work. The number for October is particularly interesting as con- 
taining a very interesting article upon the moon, by Proctor, with graphic 
illustrations, which taken with the text makes the wonderful phenomena 
of the moon and its surroundings like an open book. This articleis of 
itself worth the price of the volume. Astronomy has for years been 
called a dry, prosaic study; let any one read carefully this article and he 
‘will rise from its perusal with the conviction, that there is a literature, 
as well as law, tothe astronomical world. This article amply redeems 
astronomy from the charge of ‘‘dullness,’’ for since the hour the “morn_ 
ing stars sang together with gladness,” the golden legends of the heay- 
enly bodies, in their wonderful orbits have been like to one grand epic 
of the omnipotent power of God as revealed in the wonders of the heay- 
ens. This number contains many other very interesting papers of 
much value, which we reluctantly pass at this time. 
Tury Mer By CHANcE. By Olive Logan. 
Adams, Victon & Co. 
This is one of the most absorbing books of the day. It may truly be 
called the story of aheart. Itis forcibly written, and will have a large 
sale, as it possesses all the clements of a first class novel. Thereisa 
spice of real fun, running through this work rarely found, and for origi- 
nality, sterling sense, and character picturing, we have rarely seen its 
equal. The contents from which something of the character of the book 
may in a measure be judged, ,are as follows, viz:—*t The Man from Osh- 
cosh;” ‘‘The Chicago Hog Merchant;” ‘‘The Horse Mad Quaker City 
Gent;”’ ‘“‘ The Two Society Belles;’’ ‘‘The California Widow;”’ ‘‘The Man 
She Netted;‘‘The Pious Sewing Woman;” ‘‘The Pacific Sport.” 1 
vol., 12 mo; Cloth $1.50. : 
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ANNOUNCEMENTS. 
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As the Christmas and New Year’s holidays draw near, the cursory 
notes of preparation among the publishers are heard and seen. The 
House of Hurd & Houghton, Riverside Press, Cambridge, have in 
press, and will shortly publish quite a number of valuable and interest- 
ing works. Among them we notice Bianca Cdppello: A tragedy in five 
acts, by Elizabeth C, Kinney. The fair authoress is well known to the 
reading public through her poems, and her newspaper communications, 
written during her many years’ residence in Italy. Her drama was com- 
posed at Florence, the land of romance and story. It reveals a deep and 
sad story, in which the tragic element is intermingled with the love and 
hate of the beautiful and guilty Bianca. 
THE GRAMMAR OF PAINTING AND ENGRAVING. Iliustrated 
from the pencil of Charles Blanc, “ Grammarine des Arts du Des- 
sin.” By Mrs. N. Daggett. With the original illustrations, in one’ 
yolume, quarto. 
This will be a fitting companion for Mrs. Glement’s Handbooks. The 
iNustrations are exceedinly beautiful and of great value to the art student 
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