New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1842-09-01
The KNrckERsocKER FOR SEPTEMBER. Ncw.York John
Allen 1879 Nassaust street.

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Allen, l39 Nassau street.
More beautifully printed than any magazine in
the known world, and Astounding in literary pa
pers Of the most graceful, if of the highest or
der, this old favorite is always welcomed to our
desk with cordial greetings and hearty good
wishes It's path is always along the sunny side
Of life's MISUNDERSTANDING flowers of all hues'
now puckins cypress to adorn the tomb, then
weaving garlands for living Notwithstanding
friends monthly in its quiet way, and making lighter
and better, happy hearts in many an evening fam
liz circle, with its lights and shadows OF universal
life. The present number we'll sustaas its estab-
lshed character. The Attorney, one of the most
powerful end thrilling American tales we have
ever read, is brought to close-a sad but not un-
foreseen denouement. 1t has contained frequent
passages of questionable taste-but Its general
tenor has been remarkably strong and truthful
We cannot forbear to quote, perchance tor lnstruc
ton, the following vivid sketch of the conlmun-
ings of an unprncipled lawyer with his own con-
science it is fenrfully startling
"Hour after hour passed; still there sat the At
torpey. looking ut that letter. He seemed TO have
growa old since he entered the room. His face
was haggard his temples sunken; and be twisted
his fingers one in another with kind OF Childish
helpessncss.
ut was near midnight; and faint noise echoins
through the street made him start and cast MS
ewes fearfully about him: for he was grown within
the last few hours as superstitious as child
Then he thought of getting up and going to his
own home, away from this sad, gloomy office; but
he was afraid His thoughts we're not OF punish
ment They were of che grave; of the carth-
worm; of the future, and its unknown eternity
He began to recall to his mind what he had DONE
which he must account for hereafter. lie began
TO think his acts over one by one. Hew clear ms
memory was! He recollected, Us il 1t We're out
Yesterday one man whom he had detraueed oil all
he owned. He had died in that very room at his
feet; aad had cursed hin with his dying breath a.
He knew that that curse was upon HIM ne ieit
its weight palpably pressing him to the earth
Well, the man had died; they said his heart was
broken; his family had bescme beggars, and his
only child, beautiful girl, was now common
harlot in the streets. He thought OF poor wo-
| man whose son he had imprisoned years before
for trihing debt. The SOB died in Jail, and the
| mother went mad, and would watch for honrs at
the office-door antil he out; and then would
shake her long skinny finger at him, and laugh In
mis- ear until it made mis- flesh creep. Then ne
thought of many who had come to him in his legal
capacity; these whom he was grinding to the dust,
| to beg for little delay but a week. nay even a
day, and they would pay him all but like
good LAWYER aud one who had the interests OF his
client. at heart, he had crushed them To the earth;
had wrung from ,bem their last cent, and had
thrown it into the Golfers of the rich whom he
served He had turned deaf ear TO them all
| but they came nots. They tcsala be heard! Their
cries were ringing in his ear He tancied that ne
saw in this sad array cemlng slowly down the dim
street: gliding in the old building one after az
o,h.r: shsdowy and spectral, on they came, up
the cresking stairs, along the entry, until they
were crowding at the door of the office He could
hear them whisper, and fancied that they were
pointing at him from without.
The Failure is the title of another tale by tht
as,horess who made SO fair debut in the Angus
number: i, is worth aiding and thinking about
intoxicating needed lesson of resignation ane