The Sierra citizen., 1854-06-17
New Books.

New Books.
Fran LEAVES FROM FASxY's PosrroLro.
We have received from Cook Kenny &
Co., San Francisco, a copy Of this p npu-
Ter work, which has already become q
household word in every family making
any pretentions to taste. There is an in
describable facination about the writings
Of Fanny Fern, both to the sentimental
miss, an the uacouth looking miner, who
leans his elbows on the rough pine table.
and pours over its simple but touching
pages. vainly trying to keep his upper
labial" in state Of digni6cd stubborn
ness. This is one of the few books of
imagination which we have read through,
without skipping page. IT'S like an
April day just as you get tired Of the
gloomy looking sky and the chilling vapor
distilling from the clouds, the sun breaks
out in new place, and its beams fash
and dance about with dazzling brightness
But we must give the reader an extract
from the Fern Leaves, with the injunction
forthwith to possess him. or herself with
q copy. Tie return Of the Widow is
thus described:
.sThe funeral was over. and jamie Grey
came back to her desolate home. There
were the useless drugs, the tempting
fruits and flowers, which came ail too
late for the sinking sufferer. Wherever
her eye fell there was some sad reminis-
cence to torture her. She knew that her
star was set. Ea th, sea- and sky had no
beauty now, since that eye that worshiped
them with her was closed and rayless."
In picture of domestic life where the
pateriamelias' is one of that severe and
unbending sort, whose very smile would
freeze to icicles the little fountain that
would Well up with happiness from the
hearts of his children, Fanny says
Father is coming" and little round
faces grow long, and merry voices are
hushed, and toys are hustled into the clos
ct, and the baby is bribed with lump OF
sugar to keep the peace. Tea is Dispatch
ed silently, and the children creep silently
to bed, marvelliny that baby dare crow
80 loud now that Father has come"
A model father that Oae we'll wor-
thy the attention of widows. A very
different picture is given of the warm
hearted. kind spoken governor who
q good word for everybody, with his peck
cts full OF candy and gingerbread. But
the Forty-niner should read this just be.
fore returning hom.. So We will not vex
him with the description OF a pattern Of
Pa, just like he should have been, but
wasn't.
In the story of Cicle Grey the dying
child exclaims
20 mother, you never taught me how to
die. I'm the still grey dawn, at suItry noon,
in the nus.leI anI starry night, long after
that young head was covered with violets.
rang that plaintive, reproachtul voice IN
the parental ear, you never tau ht me
how to die
What does the reader ask more as all
earnest Of the book? But the Fern
Leaves are not all scared ami IN Melancholy.
Now and then fun and fancy dances along
unsteady as the little brooks that chase
each other among the rocks and sweet
fern in the mountains.
HJMBuG.-The " Wecli Fonetic Advo-
cat. jurnal ov ni,z, stems, lituratur, edu-
casun and REFORM enveloped to us for
q puff We pr.suma, by the publ. sll-
ers. The first word III this paragraph ex-
presses our private opinion of 1t pub
licly avowed.' Sinsnat,'' what ''puz''
paper!