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lence, whilst he whom he had thus bcfriend-
cd, with light steps and cheerful counte-
nance returned to his happy home.
Dickens Last.
One characteristic of Genius is its being
exhaustless. Shakespeare did not write
himself out-bccausc he could not Scott,
the most voluminous author of his time,
had his Gibbs and flows, but ever through
his writings you see the exhaustless intellect.
Even at the last, when his May of life was
in the serc and yellow Loaf how noble did
he v'ndicate his title to greatness, by pro.
ducnS "Thc Talsman,' in which Richard
Cnur dc Lion (who had previously figured
i'll ''lvanhoc) was again brought on the
scene, and even more imprcssivcly than at
first.
So with Dickens. Written out, do you
say Is the sun written out because he
SINKS, n conqucror, into the West, to re, ap-
pear IN all his former glory? Is Paulding
written out Cor Irving, or William Gil
more SImms, or amy other great writer?-
No. A man Of gcuius never writes himself
| out.
Here is "Little Dorritt'-that beautiful
philadclphian edition Which combines the
perfections Of taste and low price. Here it
| ls-with two score of illustrations, and here.
IN tho August number of the magazine,
known to fame us "The Knickcrbocker," is a
genial reference-by l.. q. Clark, of men
The most genial, us of editors alSo-to the
American publisher of Dickens, which
copy because it is true as well as lively.
Thus doth old Knck' say Of him: I've
should like to see L. B. Peterson, of phiIa-
delphia. We should like to take "A sUuint'
at the man whose energy and enterprise,
within three days after the completion of
AIR. Dickens latest work, 90 so far as to
place upon all tho tables Of our metropolitan
book sellers, in two well printed, well pres
sed, well bound volumes, with all the illus
tratlons complete, SO large work as this
now before us. This celerily seems almost
magical. Could it have been done in days
OF yore, with balls to put on the ink. and a
Kaniage press to strike otf?" Probably not.
Seriously ; we have had frequent occasion
TO admire, and to wonder at, the expedition
with which MIR. Peterson presents his publ
cations to the public; and at the same time
the general good taste which lie exhibits in
his selections for publication. His success
we are glad to learn his fully commensurate
with his judgment, is energy, and his bust
| ness tact.''
All would add to this ia, that Mr.. Peter
son does not remarkably differ from ordi-
nary mortals, except that he is not an ordi
nary man, having by far the most remarka-
ble resemblance to the great Napoleon, Paul
Delaroche out of the question, who used to
paint Napoleon pictures, and draw Napoleon
from his own reflection in the looking glass.
But it is time to como back to Dickens.
1t is generally admitted and lament
ed that Little Dorritt' is unequal, and in
some respects inferior, to Dickens earlier
works; but yet, after all, what author of the
timc-or of any time-coull have done
what this man has done? lie has written
much, and has written well. lie will not
be forty-six until February, and what a
library he has produced. The public may
be glad to learn that Arthur Clennam, who
turns out not to be the son of that stony
faced Mrs. Clennam; marrics Little Dorritt
in the end, getting out Of prison md back
into business, in which he thrives; that
Tattyooram. repentnnt, returns to Mr.. Mea.
giles and Mother : that honest noyce, in a
foreign land, wins honors and fortune, IA n
mechanic, and master Of mechanics; Panclss,
that kicking out Of the traces at last, shows
what humbug old Christopher Crosby was
exposing that "Patriarch' in presence of his
tenants in Bleeding House Yard, and re-
dncing him into a very common place NOR
tai, l,y sllearing off his benevolent looking
and flowing white tresses, and cutting of
the broad RIM of his Quaker hat ; that
BIandois Rigaud, as was to be hoped, makes
bad end oft that Flintwick does not dis.
appoint expectation but turns out, MS was to
be imagined, n thorough paced william that
Affrey, at last, relates her dreams, which
were realities that poor John Chivery, true
hearted gentleman, though only turnkey
in prison, quietly submits TO live without
little Dorritt and (this for lady readers) that
the said Little Dorritt lives happily with her
husband, though he is more than double
her age when lie becomes 80, and becomes
the mother of what the Irishman in like
case called a large small family!'
The wind up Of the story is hurried but
the announcement comes out much clearer
Aaan is usual with Dickens. We are not
tb!d what becomes of Miss Wade, Baptist,
and others but the fall Of the fall Of the
house of Clcnnam is very melo-dramatic.
The book is dedicated to Clarkson Stanfield,
the artist, and Dickens announces in his
preface, that Il has had more readers than
any other of his stories.a
:, Montreal New Era.
THR MEMORY, OF "A Coop MorHER.-
How often, when the syren voice of the
temptes whispers in the cara Of the frail