The southern press. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1850-1852, 1850-11-09


this city
The No. before us is for the present month,
and is the fourth of the first volume-an if the
same judgment and taste regulate the selections
hereafter as have been exerted for this number,
the International will be a valuable acquisition
to every family circle, forlorn bachelors apart
ments.
The object of this new monthly is to give the
spirit of the English Reviews and Journals-oc-
casional TRANSACTIONS from other foreign ones
Literary and Scientific intelligence, &c, &c.
The general features of the publication we
approve of highly : but we will take the liberty
of suggesting TO the publishers, the Iropriety of
steering clear of THE most popular serial ro-
mances," if they wish to preserve the interest of
their publication for the whole system of serial
novels commenced by DICKENS and continued by
Others, is humbng, a nuisance, and bore
weary, STALE flat and Improbable" to every
body but the author, who thus spins ont his
yarn, slowly and lengthily, payable at so much
the page. ..a.
Nothing is more provoking, irritating and alb
surd, than this piecemeal process of composition
except the voracious appetite of the public
" asking for more" like DICKENS Oliver wlen
their demand should be for the whole or none"
SANDERsoN in his gossipping, but witty
sketches from Paris, says that an American can
always be recognized in a restaurant there, BY
his calling on the waiter TO bring him the leg OF
a chicken whole not made up into five different
dishes-and we think wholesome literary ap-
petite ought TO prefer the same request to Messrs
DICKENS, LEVER & Co.
Even BULwER has caught the infection, and
BLAcKwooD now briggs some of the scattered
members of what will be a complete novel some
of these days. ,E ~.-.. .. .,
This, however, is matter of taste--and
tastes will differ--but thu distaste to these Sc
rails We have reason to know, has increased, is
increasing, and we hope will GO on crescs'tdo
This is, candidly, the only fault we have to find
with this number of the Int mationak-which
contains chapters of two OF these serals--onc
BULwER's "My Novel;" and the other a trans.
lation from the French, Monte Leone"
Of course we cannot pretend to give the con-
tents of thick journal of six hundred and four
pages, double coumned, and closely printed,
(but in very clear type)--but can only briefly
touch upon few of its attractions of this No
vember number.
The first articles are biographical notices of
two French elebrities-accompanie by por-
traits--the Able Lan,ennais, who since Seyes,
has welded more political power than any ex-
priest in Europe-and Beranger, whose songs
have been more potential over the people than
the laws of King Philippe. The notices of both,
though brief, are interesting.
Next follows a new American celebrity, " .Jno.
7imnon," the social Junius of New York, whose
"Lorgnuette," has been spying out and exposing
the pretentious folly of many of the fashionables
of that cty-or those who would be so esteemed
well favored with spicy sarcasm and strong
common sense.
The International says: ...
b, 1t is somewhat remarkable that within few
weeks time the three great nations of modern
civilization should each have lost one of their
greatest men, carried into the night by the
same ground -swoop ofthe black winged angel OF
Death" Over the tomb of each j, hn 1imon
stops thoughtfully. "llove," he says, " to make
even the dark incidents that oyershudow us, give
down the grateful GOODNESS of a moral'-and
we add the moral with which he closes his re
marks on the death of Sir Robert Peel, a moral
that should call blush to the cheeks of many
of our young men-woulu that it might change
to the steady glow of Il high ambition. ....., y.
''Sir Robert Peel was Il commoner he was
the son of Il cotton spinner he was Injurious
iy rich; he was the aptest statesman, and the
most admired nan in England. These facts
make up Il very good text for an American
sermon; and the calculation of the text,
without any Of my siXthlies, or seventhlies,
would go to show u,at nerve aud energy can
triumph over station,--and what is more to the
purpose, over the irdugences of wealth
"How many of our rich cotton spinners' sons
are in the road towards makir & Sir Robert
Pesls! How many are counting it any part
of their duty, to be anything else than rich
mems sons! How many of them are aboring
toward any nober end, than pretty exhibition
of that stess cOmposure, and that pride
which American wealth is teaching to its chill
dren?
"Our money is breeding an abundance of fine
dancers, neat mustaches and excellenty dressed
men; it is possibly refining such, with capital
judgment about polka, or an aria; but as for
that sort of masculine development, which
makes the will earnest, and the soul big with
manly INTENT and with the purpose to make
itself felt on mind and not only on grooms, or
taors,-it would be troublesome to find speci-
mems, who are heirs to wealth
Let our rich cotton spinners sons who are
rioting in the ndulgences that riches bestow,
and Boosting the inertia that riches are too apt
to induce, reflect for while (if their powers of
reflection are not atogethether withered up and
gomez on that sort Of nobility-the only real
sort-which takes its measures from the grief
of nation, which secures its patent by the
strength of personal resolve, and which traces
its escutcheon to the fiat Of God!"
In this collection also we find German cham
pion Of the Rights of Woman, Miss WEBER,
who eschews petticoats, and dresses in the Paris
fashion-generally in black dress coat, with
pantaloons to orrespond--though | have seen