The native American., 1837-08-10
NOTICES OF MAGAZINES.

NOTICES OF MAGAZINES.
| Through the courtesy of Messrs. Kennedy g. Elliot
we have before the July number of the American
Monthly Magazine edited by c. F. Hoffman, r. NJ
Bird, and Parke Benjamin, Esquires. A work. so
edited, should be of the first rank. Hoffman is
brilliant writer Dr. Bird is one Of the most successful
of American novelists, and Benjamin is poet, who,
yet has not taken that stand in our literature which
his fine talents entitle him to- The trio form power
full editorial fraternity; though, yet they have not
given in this work any very striking evidence of COM
bined or individual talent. We allude especially TO
past numbers which have come under our notice. If
Vanderyn however, by of the editors, which we
doubt, we ready to pay him the compliment Of be-
ing Of the most thrilling magazine writer's Of the
day. But to the July number--We thank the editors
and publishers for the portrait; it is very clever, and
almost equals the spirited outlines of Frazers carica
tures-Dr Williams! For US his portrait need never
have been drawn. In minds eye, he is now poised
all the ponderous grandeur Of three hundred weight
-bone muscle, and fat. Well do we remember his
appearance in our The is impressed
upon the memory; and we see now the grave and Dig
nifed BENCH calm and sercne-the bar below, curious
and quizzical-the clerks anxious and amused--the
counsellors ponderng their speeches, turning in their
minds the eloquent thought, and alone stiff with wis.
dom, the miracle kimsef-the embodied dream OF Es-
cuapius-the realization Of his deep and sublime
imagningsthc fat and frolicsone ocutist, grandelo-
quent Williams Well has the ssscraper'' sketched his
contours-bald head around which halo seemed TO
shne-har well brushed-red cheeks, that bore the
blushing honors of the cellar we-a pompous, royal
mouth, and of aristocratc cur-and chin rolled
up, like the parchment which is written the charter
of Old England, and put away at interest in the
stocks. Well did the doctor look the Oracle. He sat
witha grave and naughty air his counsel, and eyed
the jury with scanning look. The back scenes of the
court filled up with boxes and Wallets be-
longing to the prisoner Of the law-for doctor Will
las, servant of kings has numerous servants to wait
upon his beck and CALL These boxes were the sacred
receptacles Of his afidavts and diplomas-of his
pills and nostrums. Altogether, lie seemed to our
eye the concentrated focus of imposition and hum
buggery-of insolent ignorance, and audacious bonn
bast. Well did his attorney, learned in the law,
defend him, and the imposter escaped He is now at
the South--a zeal spurious circular and precious
knave
And so we go-we poor barbarians-we ignorant
people--we admring race. Whatever is foreign we
seize upon-we place in the post Of honor-we fall
down and worship it. Let Kings be forged to
a certifcate-let President of foreign college
Subscribe, in bona fde style, his name to an affidavit
or diploma, and we will submit to have our legs cut
off, and our eyes bored out, whether they need the
operation not. royal physician is to operate upon
our democratic bodies, and 10, he is surrounded by tho
lame the blind, and the i'll.
He waves his wand Of foreign magic in the air. and
the lame, blind, and the i'll believe that it is potent to
cure, though the lame still limp, and the blind see no
and the public American press teens with the evden.
of the miraculous power Of the boot-ceanefs to
English gentemen's servants. So we are humbupged
by foreign doc,ors-and SO we will be ensaved by for
eign kings.
Nothing has gone down with gusto, for the last
few years. but exotcs. An advertisement is stuck up
at an auction store noticing the sale of exotic roots"
and our humbugged wives and daughters are willing
to give their COS and SOS for the German flowers.
Have not our valleys flowers as sweet! Does not
the lily grow up by the limpid fountain pure and
whlte-emblem, most lovely, of oui native character!
Does not the wild cluster road sides, and
tho red honey suckle Chamber from rock to rock, more
beautiful than the yeowest tulip that ever honored the
waters Of the "deep blue sea" ly crossing theml
We run after foreign doctors-and we will soon run
after foreign lawyers, to interpret to our yearnng
minds the deep mysteries of the reemans laws. We
are mad after foreign books regardless of our native
literature Every thing that is foreign, is beautiful
their scenery-their opinions-ther prose-their poe
ry-as if our green woods were more glorious than
the parks Of the old world; il our waterfalls did not
thunder in grandeur sublime than the falls Of the
Clyde, OF the cataracts Of the Nile; as If our moup-