The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1851-02-10

The NnveIs Of the -seasoA. -. /
There Is a lnll after the exctements and pleas |
ures Of The holydays, when Christmas feasiing and
New Years calling being over, we return with re-
newed zest to our silent bur true friends of the
bookcase. The list appended to our article will |
show not inconsderable number of applicants |
for enshrinement ia that coveted abode.
To give the precedence, as in patriotism bound, |
to the American author, commence with Mr. |
Rowe. His ITO Loye and 10 be Loved" is
inviting, happily chosen title, an eptome of
the best part of mundane, and we may well con-
lecture without irreverence of the celestial and
inmortsl of the great Hereafter. 1t is story Of
New York city life some forty years ago, opening
at localiy familiar to our old citizens, and ira
ditounly so TO our younger ones, the old Fly Mar
ksi. The hero is clerk in a mercantile firm, and
the main interest of the story turns on charge of
felony in which he is involved, by the machina..
nations Of an unworthy rival There are. with
these somewhat sumbre scenes OF The old Jail in
the Park and in the Court Room wherein that
gruff ,mpsrsoua,ion of Justice, Mr.. High Constable
Hays, the whiiome terror of the Sessions, is well
depicted, gimpses of country life and character
very success fuliy treated.
The book has not the freshness of the authors
work of last year, but it possesses the same busi
ness-like stfaighttorwardness which reminds us Of
great master Of domestic fiction, Daniel Defoe.
Olive is one Of those earnest, deeply thought
books, whose contents seem 10 belle the title,
novel on their title pages. Ii reminds some
what of Jane Eyre, but is not of such stern, severe
mould. The heroine is the daughter of proud
father, and Young and beautiful mother, an only
child aud deformed There is matter enough in
this for life story of pain and modification
This misfortune, however, comes not alone, nor
is Olive the only prominent figure on the canvas
We have minister of the Church of England, a
man of high intellect and warm heart, who is an
infidel, repeating Sunday after Sunday the aw-
fully solemn ritual of his church, with a mind shut
10 its Arguments, heart closed to its entreaties,
prop TO Others very feebleness himself. The sweet
s,.Ea 4 tlu
ton TO these troubled ones Pale, feeble,
elected, Olive becomes, in the hour of trial, prop
and succor TO the mother who wept over her birth,
the father who spared her few kind words. The
interest OF The story is Of the most powerful descrip.
ton, and the reader will find better than this, much
Christian warmth and fervor.
Honor to the late novests of England, who
have made OF department in literature, hitherto
devoted mainly 10 The nmusement of idle hours,
the highly coored illustration of romantic page
OF history, vehicle for high, moral Intellectual,
and religious culture pennlng narratives which
the most careless cannot, we think, glance over
without being arrested by incidents or reflections
which will make them think usefuIly of neg ec,ed
hours, and sicken them for The nonce of worldly
conyentonnlities.
Light and Darkness" is the title of collection
of Magazine stories by Mrs. Catharine Grove,
author of the 81 Night Side of Nature,' neatly re-
published here. They have all verging to the
horrible or the supernatural, for which this lady
has SO decided a taste.
exhibited in series of stories which taken
from the Edinbnrgh Tales, collection in two
stout double column octaves, which has had a
large sale in E0gland, and been highly commended
in the best quarters. &C Marston of Dunovan," with
the tales winch accompany it, is we think, from
the source. These works are issued from the
Office of the Living Age, aud are published uni
formly with that valuable publication.
In the LuItreils,' the author of the Shakespeare
Novels has departed from his old romantic ground,
and given story of modern life, the less picu-
resqne OF our times in England being varied
by several chapters on India, in which we have an
abundance ofexcitement among jungles and tiger
hunts, with glimpse of native princess respend-
ent in beauty and Jewels
The Ladder of Gold is by Robert Bell the author
of several bioe raphical volumes in Lardner's Cy-
clopmdia, and one of the leading London critics
He is also the author of a pleasant volume of trav-
cling sketches Of the continent entitled Waysde
Pictures" The present work is novel of mod
ern English life of much interest, with many pas.
sagss of agreeable description To show the pleas
ant character of these incidental Wayside Pic
tures," we quote the following snow piece which
forms The pleasant opening to the volume:
''lt was mid.winter and heavy fall of sIov
deposIug itself in all manner of old nooks ant
craDnies, and leaving sundry parts of The varie
gated architecture standing up bare and black
was rapidly converting the housetops of litt,
town on the eastern coast into a chaos of unintel
ligble shapes and shadows. If the moon coul,
have penetrated the haze which intercepted ths
heap OF human ndDItdIONs, IL must nave DetH Ct u
sideraby perplexed to pick out from the confuse,
mass the outlines of the familiar and faDtas
lie gables of YarltOn.
Down in the narrow, Zigzag streets, the snow
was playing the same pantomimic tricks upon win
dow-siIls and shop projections, and up entries ant
gateways, and blind alleys. Wherever there wa
corner that took the winds eye, it was block
AIDED by the besieging drift, ich swrled upward
in fierce eddies to the chimney pots, round whic
it danced and leaped like mad. Old porches her
4 81. al,o al kova, nbo
against the background of the houses. Graz
wooden lamp-posts were crowned with queer whit
caps, tied under ,he chip of the dim red light
strange ragged knota, Grotesque forms, resemblin
fragments of cats and balloons, squatted O
the swinging sign boards; and the golden cani
tiers, and red boots, and original hats, which adve
tised the marine public of Yarlton where the he
articles in their several lines were to be obtaine
had put on n wild sort of masquerade, like gorgol
and grlfiins glaring upon you through mirage
Singleton Fontenoy, r. n, launches out on Il
broad seas in the wake of Tom Cringle and Car
Msrystt 1t hss some scenes of roilicking jolli
in which its naval heroes are appropriately '' hs
seas over" and an abundance OF life and excit
ment. On looking over lis pages, we came upt
the following complimentary aliuson to late
deceased American author:
"Who was it that said he had often fancied
could hear the darkness coming !" asked Sing
ton.
"An American poet Edgar A. Poe, a man of
fine but sombTe genius-lks the rays of yo
Adela Mavrosceni, At Enupnion-at once dark al
luminous"
To which eulogy in character the author esq
ciaily appends note in his own person." one
the divinest poets of modern times"
How much Pos would have made of this
The Mothers Recompense forms a sequel
Home Influence, and carries forward the foftur
Ofthe juvenile heroes of that work to mature II
We have already in this Journal spoken in hi
terms OF Miss Aaullars tales and the readers
Home Influence will need no prompting to poss
themselves Of this sequel, a stout l2mo, OF five HI
dred pages. hlss Agui,ar was remarkable
stance ot literary pr-cocily, the present work HI
ing been completed when the author was hui
little over nineteen, and forming but one ofseve
works produced at that early age, some of whi
we are informed in preface from the authc
mother, are yet in manuscript. They will dou
less see the light
The Girlhood Of Shakspeare's Heroines by N
Clarke is q new and worthy contribution 10