tion of the globe, not excepting the Alps and Himalayas, could the landscape painter acquire such an extent and variety of knowledge suited to his purpose, and receive such inspiration and impulse. Our own landscape painters, even after their annual trip to Snowdon, might well sigh for such a new world as this to conquer. On the other hand, Mr. CHURCH, our American cousin - or rather, let us say brother-has little or nothing to learn from the experience of the oldest European school or master. Yet, marvellous as is the skilful composition and comprehensive knowledge here displayed, Mr. CHURCH has never studied in the most conventional sense of the word; he has never visited the great galleries of art out of America. But he has done better; he has devoted several years to the study at first hand of the noble coast and mountain scenery of his native land. This was the training he had received before he resolved to open up for himself a field entirely new to all modern artists of note and ability. Original and elevated, however, as was his theme, he brought to it powers and capacity fully commensurate. The pre-Raphaelite minuteness and self-evident accuracy of the foreground, and the broadly-generalized, delicately-graduated, and atmospheric distance of this picture, prove that the artist unites almost a contrariety of gifts. Breadth and finish are almost perfectly harmonized. We would gladly attempt to convey some general idea of this truly great picture, but that our space would not permit us to sketch ever so imperfectly all the richness here accumulated, as it were, from every zone and climate; all the luxuriance of tropical vegetation, of impenetrable sloping silvas and interminable table-land, and of great Andean snow-crested mountains, whose ranges almost bisect the earth, and from whose sides gush streams whose course is measured by the breadth of continents. Over all this panorama of power, and majesty, and beauty, there mantles, however, only a sentiment of repose, calculated to awaken a still, deep feeling of veneration. TURNER himself, in his wildest imagination, never painted a scene of greater magnificence than this view, which wears all the impress of Nature's own unrivalled reality.

'Good' for the Thunderer!'

READER: if you desire to see a specimen of 'condensed composition,' do us the favor to read the following. It is the prologue to 'TROILUS and CRESIDA,' by 'WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE, Gent.' :

'IN Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece
The princes orgulous, their high blood chafed,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships,
Fraught with the ministers and instruments
Of cruel war: Sixty and nine, that wore
Their crownets regal, from the Athenian bay
Put forth toward Phrygia: and their vow is made,
To ransack Troy: within whose strong immures
The ravished HELEN, MENELAUS' queen,

With wanton PARIS sleeps; and that's the quarrel.
To Tenedos they come;

And the deep-drawing barks do there disgorge
Their war-like fraughtage: Now on Dardan plains
The fresh and yet unbruiséd Greeks do pitch
Their brave pavillions: PRIAM's six-gated city,
Dardan, and Tymbria, Ilias, Chetas, Trojan,
And Antenorides, with massy staples,
And corresponsive and fulfilling bolts,
Sperr up the sons of Troy.

Now expectation, tickling skittish spirits,
On one and other side, Trojan and Greek,
Sets all on hazard. And hither am I come
A prologue armed - but not in confidence
Of author's pen, or actor's voice; but suited

In like conditions as our argument

To tell you, fair beholders, that our play

Leaps o'er the vaunt and firstlings of those broils,
'Ginning in the middle; starting thence away

To what may be digested in a play.

Like, or find fault; do as your pleasures are;

Now good, or bad, 't is but the chance of war.'

What a vivid variety of pictures! 'A Sunday-School Teacher,' writes us as follows from Middletown: 'I was glad to notice in the last number of your Magazine, a few thoughts upon our English translation of the LORD's Prayer, particularly with reference to the reading, 'Lead us not into temptation.' Your own rendering, as suggested, seems more in consonance with the general spirit and teachings of the Scripture, and with our ideas of the character and attributes of Our FATHER in Heaven.' Allow me to suggest the following as conveying a juster sense of our SAVIOUR's words to his disciples and to us: 'Leave us not in temptation.' This is a petition which we all have occasion to offer up, and certainly conveys no imputation upon the goodness of GOD, which can hardly be said of the prayers as set forth in our common English version.' The follow

ing recent publications await future reference in these pages: 'Henry Hudson, or Holland: an Inquiry into the Origin and Objects of the Voyage which led to the Discovery of the Hudson River;' with 'Biographical Notes:' from the Press of the BROTHERS GIUNTA D'ALBANI, at the Hague: 'Address of the Washington National Monument Society,' by the Secretary, JOHN CARROLL BRENT, Esq. and Rev. T. H. STOCKTON's 'Anniversary Address on Ministerial Union.' Also received, The Orthographical Hobgoblin!' THE recent death of RUFUS CHOATE, and the remarks which the event has elicited from the public press, have revived in our mind a thought which has often occurred to it: What was it which constituted the Eloquence of Rufus Choate? It surely must have been in his manner, and that we never witnessed. In print, selected by partial friends, and advanced, with no stinted praise, his 'brilliant' and 'eloquent' passages seem to us neither the one nor the other. 'You should have heard him once, before a Boston jury!' exclaims one of his fervent admirers, this moment at our elbow. No doubt: that would have been one test: but you did not require to hear WEBSTER: he lives in print, as he lives in memory. CHOATE's style of oratory,' says the 'Express' daily journal, whose editors knew him intimately, 'was in the worst manner of a very bad school. Affected, unnatural, strained, it could not be comprehended without study. WEBSTER could and would say more in five minutes than CHOATE would say in five hours.' A PLAIN, straight-forward, easily-followed, practical, altogether excellent work, is 'Copeland's Country Life: a Hand-Book of Agriculture, Horticulture, and Landscape Gardening.' We shall have somewhat more to say of the volume, and somewhat more to the purpose, hereafter. John P. Jewett and Company, of Boston, are the publishers. A STRONG, reliable, and ever ready adhesive substance for repairing broken furniture and household ware, has, time out of mind, been a desideratum. The want is now admirably supplied by SPAULDING'S PREPARED GLUE, rendered soluble by chemicals, and sold in neat bottles, with a brush, for that American institution -twenty-five cents. When applied, the glue hardens, and holds with tenacity. No household should be without it.

destiny as a retreat from the busy life of which two hundred years ago it was her hopeful ambition to become the very scene and centre. At one time her now quiet harbor was the chief rendezvous of the marine of the surrounding seas, and she looked down in commercial pride and patronage upon all the present great ports of the land, fearless of the rivalry, in which her once bright prospects have long since been so entirely buried. The turn which time and circumstances have thus given to her fate is not to be regretted, while the loss in the old career is so amply made up in the new. The music of the far-sounding sea is more betitting the Isle of Peace' than the babel-voice of commerce, and her health-giving airs are sweeter, untainted by the smoke of fac tory and mill. The laughing yacht looks more at home in her sunny waters than the grim, weather-stained merchantman, and her streets are more appropriately lined with gay villas and cottage-nooks, than with dark warehouses and dingy shops.

Much and long, however, as our sea-girt city may thus seem to have mistaken her calling, she has never lived ingloriously, for, as

genius will sparkle, though struck upon the most untoward flint, so in the story and in the still remaining traces of her past character, there everywhere shines evidence of the power which now distinguishes her in her new vocation. They are pleasant pictures to look upon, both 'this and that,' the old Newport of the past century and the new and very different city of the present day.

Newport occupies the south-west corner of the island upon which the little State of Rhode Island, of which it forms a considerable part, was named. To the old aboriginal occupants the region was known as Aquidneck, Aquitneck, or Aquethneck, according to varying orthographies-signifying 'Isle of Peace.' Its southern shores are washed by the surf of the Atlantic, while at all other points it is surrounded by the waters of the Narragansett Bay. In the year 1638 it was purchased by the first white

settlers, of the Chieftains Canonicus
and Miantonomi, for the certain
number of broadcloth coats, jack-
knives, and other sundries, which
went at the time to make up
the
customary price of such commodi-
ties as Indian states and territories.

The Aquidneck pioneers were a
party led by John Clarke, William
Coddington, Mrs. Hutchinson, and
others, who were driven by the
oppressions of religious bigotry
from their homes in the neighboring

WINDMILL.