The daily exchange. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1858-1861, 1860-01-11
TIE ATLANTIC NONTHL Y.

Judging from the appearance of the January
number, we should say that there is no likelihood
of any falling off in the interest popularity of
The Atlantic Monthly in the new hands into which
it has passed. since the failure of Phillips, Sampson
Co. Messrs. Ticknor & Fields are the new pub
lshers-the editorial management being the same,
we believe, as heretofore. In the present number
we have a poem by Emerson, and another by
Cranch, ard critical notices, clever and discrim-
mating, by Professor Lowell Charles L. Norton and
Grant White. short paper Art contains
thoroughly genial and appreciative criticism of
Palmer's statue, the White Captice, now exhi-
bition in New York. The critic claims for it, and
with good reason, place Gin the front rank of
"modern statues-good among the best, in the
Observation-Disclosures and the soul of it," DR..
Holmes-the professor Autocrat" no more, since
he married the school mistress and bowed his neck
beneath the feminine yoke-pushes back his chair
from the ''breakfast-table, where, his coffee
and rolls he has so long enlivened and instructed
us with his falkland begins story-a ''switch-
''ta one, he calls it-a regular to-becontinued'
-"that will hang so as to touch next Decem
'ber." Whether the Doctor will be able to resist
the tendency to depression which his previous dis
cursve and epsodcal style of writing is likely to
have confirmed in him, almost to the degree of
habit, to be able to tell connected and con-
tinuous story, it would be premature as yet to say
We shall wait until the plot of his novel is further
developed, before we form or express an opinion
uron that point Another story of which we
have here the first nstalment is the "A1aber Gods
which has attracted more attention, perhaps, than
anything else in the present number, and is attrib
ued, we believe, to Miss Prescott, the reputed au-
thoress of Sir Rohan's Ghost. If it be really the
work of woman, we only say that it is singu-
larly unfeminine both in matter and manner
The heroine VIII rejoices in the name of Georgione
Willoughby, rhapsodizes through two entire pages
of the first chapter, in praise of her own beauty-of
her delicious curves" and "fexible mouldings"
''like those of Clytie Isis, and the violet, no
'fsardine darks" of her eyes. She is "great noon
creature" she tells us-"a dish of cream ga
crust of wild honey the expressed essence of woods
"and flowers" 'not good ,ofcourse'-she "wouId mt
'fgive a fig to be good" She meets a friend
whom she has not seen for years-an artist Just re-
turned from Europe-and falls to at once to talk
to him about "the pristine world-a world of ac
"centuaed crises that sloughed off age after age
"and rose fresher from each plunge''-about
''Gnostic deties," "lost Eons," and the clover
"jaw of st. Basil the Great'-all of which may be
intensely clever, and to the Boston intellect per-
fectly Ineligible, but to our more prosaic compre-
hension, has just the lucidity of mud and nothing
more. The other articles in the Atlantic, we are
glad to say, written in much palmer STYLE
and as whole the magazine keeps fully up to its
reputation, and makes CAPT tai beginning for the
new year.