The native American., 1838-09-15

Mr.. Willis, in one his letters to the New York
Mirror, thus delicately, and POLITICALLY audes to
the sale of the Sigourney estate:
,"Talking of home, | wonder whether it is true
that adverse fortunes have thrown Mrs. Sigour-
ney's beautiful home into the market. 1t is Of
fered for sale, and the newspapers say as much.
If so, it is pity indeed | was there once; and to
leave so delicious spot must, think, breed a
headache. In general, unless the reverse is ex-
treme, compassion is thrown away on those who
leave large house to be comfortable in small
one-but she is a poetess, and most true and
sweet one, and has a property in that house and
in all it's trees and flowers which can neither be
bought nor sold. 1t is robbing to sell it for its ap
parent value. You can understand, for "vour
spirit is touched to these fine issues" how tree
that the eye of genius has rested on while the
mind was at work among its bright fances, be-
comes the cradle and home of these fancies. The
brain seems driven out Of it's workshop you cut
it down. So with walks. So with streams. So
with the notifications of natural beauty seen thence
ually-sunrise, sunsetting, moonlight. 1r
peculiar places, these daily glores take peculiar eff
fects, and in that guise genius becomes accustom
ed to recognise and love them most. Who can buy
this at auction? Who can weave this COLDER
mesh in another tree-give the same voices to an
other stream-the same sunset to other hills
This fair property, invisible as it is, is acquired
slowly. Habit long association, the connexor
with many precious thoughts, (he more precious
the farther between) make it precious To sell
such place for its wood and brick, is to value
Tom Moore for what he will weigh-Danie
Webster for his supcrfices. Then there DW b
a time Il trust it is not far Off when the proper.
ty will be treble even saeable value. The bee
t,a Lo l. l,,c Al
tasted. For how much more would Abbotsford
sell now than in the lifetime of Scott! For what
could you buy Ferney-Burn's cottage-Shak-
speare's house at Stratford? have not the honor
of personal acquaintance with Mrs. Sigournev,
and cannot Judge with what philosophy she may
sustain this reverse. But bear it we'll or ill., there
can be no doubt it falls heavily and it is one OF
those instances, | think, where public feeling
should be called on to interpose. But in what
shape? L have always admired the generosity
and readiness with which actors play for the bene.
fit of decayed brother Of the stock. Let Amer
| lean authors contribute to make up volume, and
let the people of Hartford, who live in the light
of this bright spirit, head the subscription with
ten thousand copies. You live among literary
people, dear doctor, and your smile becomes you
better than any mans in all Phrygia.' You can
set it ahoat if YOU will. Ny name is among the
VS. but it will be ready in my small turn
| THE N1GHrIsGALE's SoNG.-In a review of
Buckle on the s.Beauties, lIarmonies, and Sub
limities of Nature" in the Gentemen's Maga-
zine, there is the following passage: ''All our
readers not living north of Lincolnshire, or west
of Wiltshire, have heard the nightingale; but
none have ever read their written song in Mr..
Buckles work, which we give as curiosity. II
was made by a German composer on bird es,
teemed capital singer"
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Spe, tou, Sgud
To, tio, tio, ito, ito, Tx.
Coutio, coutio, coutlo, couuo.
Tzu, tzu, tzu, tzu, tzu, tzu, tzu, tzu, tzu, til.
Corror, tiou, squa-pl Pl qul,
Zozozoz zozozozozoz zozo-zeshaollng,
Tsissi tsssi, 81 81 sislsis.
Dozorre, dzorre, dzorre dzorre, hi.
Tzatu, tzatu, tzatu tzatu tzatu tzatu tzatu dz.
Dio, dio, dio, dio, dio, dio, dio, do, dio,
Qui tr rrrrrrr ltz.