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, *• »»•— A FAMILY NEWSPAPER-NETITEAL VOLUME I. 31«6>9t«3) to Jgctenc?, EtetHtuie, 1$avltg, JlSccfjanu fti'W, ©cnajsnanM, \5Zeis$ of passing Hi&ralss, Jroirigw anh ©eracgik InieHigcnee, &e. &*. NUMBER 6. BY S. C. CLISBE, & A. T. BOYNTON. MC'GRAWVILLE, CORTLAND COUNTY, N. Y. SEPT. 16, 1847. a 5 > f and e in be k MTI1 From the Christian Parlor Magazine. TSowl Writers Abroad. Novel Headers at Home. Among the wise and the <jool, there are now two large classes, each holding wide- ly different opinions respecting the novels which arc most current at the pre&ent day. One class receive, without hesitation, all the issues of the pre-s, in the shape of light literature, provided that they are. genteel and fashionable. They decide upon the merits of their literature, very much as they do upon the fitness of an article of of their wardrobe. The question with them is not whether this thing or that thing is tasteful, becoming, desirable lit itself, but whether it has received the approba- tion of the leaders in the world of fashion. For such it is sufficient to know that a nov- el has been published by souse respectable house, and that it has, orderly and legiti- mately, found its way into good society.— The least we can say of such men is, that they have a most defective and dangerous standard of judgment; and in multitudes of cases, probably that is the most we ou't , to say. Another class, with as little discrimina- tion, have taken the other extreme, and proscribe, without ceremony, every thing in the department of fiction. This, it is true, is very natural. It is scarcely to be wondered at, that virtuous, intelligent, thinking people, with their eyes upon tlio evil accomplished by modern romances, should decide adopting the principle which has wrought sueli miracles in an- other branch of reform—upon total absti- nence from all literary productions, which wear not the garb of sober fact, consider- ing every thing fictitious as necessarily in- toxicating and poisonous. Their notions, however, in our view, are plainly too rad- ical, and are the result rather of prejudice than of discriminating and unbiassed judg- ment. The true position, we conceive, lies be- tween these two extremes. Fictitious lit- erature is a blessing or a curse according to the moral and social impress which it bears. It is one of the most efficient modes of conveying both good and evil to the mind and the heart. It is, indeed, a most dangerous engine in the hands of wicked men. But it can be wielded with the hap- piest results by writers who have caught the inspiration of morality • and piety, as well as profound learning and brilliant ge- nius. Our Savior used, not unfrequently, to take advantage of this mode of instruc- tion : and no one needs to be told, that whether Eugene Sue's romances may not, on the whole, do more good than mischief! The political, perhaps the\ philosophic no- tions they inculcate, are many of them re- presented to be sound and worthy of res spect ; and so we are called upon to con- sider whether these acknowledged excels lences, in some portions of a novel, may not counterbalance the conceded vicious influences of the rest! Just as if a work, when weigiied in the balances, might be admitted to be a companion for our sons and daughters, according to its aggregate of sound politics and philosophy, when it is acknowledged that its influence is most harmful upon the heart. A rapid glance at the history, for the last half century, of the light literature current in the families of Anglo-American Christians, particularly that which may be classed under romance, must satisfy every one that in its moral tone, there has been a lamentable deterioration, and that, among the class, who, of all others, might be expected to be most solicitous for the morals of their families, there has been a yielding of ground. How'was it, for instance, in the latter portion of the last century? What was the character, then, of the works of fiction 'which were prepared for virtuous readers in England and America? The sewers Christ. True, it is destitute of all mod-' ern extravagance. It has some piety—: cunl, it would be called by some, whose re- • ligion is as cold as a polar icebe.rg—in its! pages. Love is not caricatured there.— The domestic and social affections, unstui- ned and pure, are naturally.and symmet- rically, as well as ingeniously portrayed. No false, exagerated views of human na- ture are delineated, unless, indeed,they are held up to ridicule or indignation. No in- sinuation is introduced, unfavorable to vir- tue and spirituality—no hall careless, hall unmeaning remarks, calculated to bring a ' blush on the brow of purity. ' To a groat extent, the same is true of; the fictitious works of Dr. Johnson. We 1 are far from approving, unqualifiedly, all' he ever-wrote. We never heard of but' department! one man who could do this; and he, we 1 the head of, believe, has gained no enviable fame by doing it. Johnson was a great man, with many littlenesses—a shrewd man, with palpable errors of judgment—astrong man, with much imbecility. We think he was unduly severe, often greatly and culpably unjust, as a critic. Moreover, we have never had a very exalted notion of the doc- tor's peculiar stamp of piety. He seems to have been a religious man ; but his reli- gion often evaporated in rhapsodies about the mere washing of (he outside of the cup and platter—too ofteri, to suit our own in- dividual taste. Siill he was a rigid moral- ist ; and the creations of his giant intellect, AST AU3GORY. \Mv heart is •* jrnrdcii by nature all wild\ Dreaming is ln-coming quite customary among my scho dnin-tes, therefore 1 hope I shall be pardonable in relating a dream that j passed throu h my niinr! while awake. In | this waking dream, I thought I was wan- dering in a country tilled with beautiful .gardens, each one of which had b\en pre- . pared, and given to separate individuals, by i the king of the .country; who was also i called the Gardner. They had been pres .pared u itli great care, and carefully exs I eluded from all intruders, and none could i enter, however veil disposed unless the 'owner gave permission. Every person had been provided with sufficient means to root out the weeds which every where ! sprung; up spontaneously in his garden; , and also with good seeds, plants and roots, | with copious directions, for their successful ; cultivation ; and more than all, the Gard- : ener was ever ready to help any who asked . his assistance, council, or encouragement. , A great enemy to the king, who was once ; owner of the country, was co\Stantly prow- ling about, and parleying at every gate, try- jing to gain permission to enter, or if not to .enter, to persuade the owners to take tares! es, OIC, fauuu £LS Liic vjcuueuci j do it, they would try to evade the guilt of non-possession by various excuses and de- tracting expressions. But I was intending to tell you something more of its appear- ance. It was tall and graceful, find full of wide spreading branches. lis leaves were dark and glossy, and were considered ex- remely beneficial as a remedy for numer- ous diseases, they were for \the healing of the nations.\ It bore a variety of kinds of fruit, which were very delicious and of a superior quality and value. It shed a charm over all the garden in which it grew, and even over ev-ery action of its possessor, so that those who pretended to despise it, could not but Own that there was something in that garden which they had not. It WAS immortal, \its leaf would nev- er fade ;\ and it would, if carefully culti- vated, constantly increase in size and splen- dor, and was, besides, the only sure pass- port to the favor of the Gardener. They called this remarkable tree, the tree of Piety. Some of the gardens I visited, were remarkably free from weeds, and in others I might look half a day, and find nothing but weeds. I noticed one thing as worthy of remark ; those who neglected their gar- dens the|most, thought them the best, and in one bed, and were 'buried lift oite gribvc, close to the fount where they were christ- ened.\ and brambles, &c, such as the Gardener i^ 086 \ ho exerte <? themselves to keep out ad bidden carefully to exclude. He so! the weeds ' were often complaining of their ' gious people, in the latter part of the last century, to the exclusion, almost entirely, of iniquity in F rar.ee did indeed, at one pe- riod,force their turbid,deadly waters across the British channel, and thence some drops! hi the shape of fiction, admit of no cen- found their way to this country. But j sure on the score of morality and virtue. aside from these issues, w hich had a brief j If they do not t.-nd to raise the soul toward popularity among christians (nominally heaven, they do not draw it down toward such) in this country, we look in vain fori the pit. the poisonous works which have obtained I These, and such as these, were, thenov- such a currency in these days. In the age j els, oi (if that word is here inadmissible) of Johnson, we venture to .-ay. it would. the fictitious writings, which obtained cur- have been a very dillicult matter to find a \ rency among moral and professedly reli book, inculcating the morals (if that term is not a misnoui'-r) uf '• Eugene Aram, to say nothing of the. \ Mysteries of Par- j ol a class of lax morality, tending to make is,\ in the hands of strictly moral young; the heart worse instead of better. men and women. Wo assert.withoul fear! Then came the reign of Sir Walter of contradiction, that a serpent would have i Scott—long the Grcctl Unknown —since, in been received with as much cordiality in j the opinion of many, too well known. It : the domestic circle of such men as Wil-; is not our purpose to attempt a critique of berforce, and Newton, and Cowper, as d-' the productions of this great genius—the ther of these literary i-xeressenees. The | greatest and most brilliant in his depart- works of fiction which were then found up-1 nient of literary effort the world has ever on the tables of pious families were what'seen. We think he has been too enthusi- they professed to be—teachers of a pure'astical'y extolled, and too radically and morality, if not. preceptors of genuine.spir-' unceremoniously condemned. This much itual religion ; and thousands and lens of; we may say in passing, however, that, thousands of youth were made better by'though the reader will find, throughout '. wholesome truths conveyed in this manner. | these novels, many excellent moral send- Before a virtuous parent admitted a novel: ments—though he will sddorn, if ever, into the bosom of his family, we are war- come in contact with any thing of a posi- : ranted in believeing that he ascertained i live vicious and corrupting tendency—he what was the character of its author, and \ will need the lamp of Diogenes to find in assured himself of its innocence at least,' these pages any approbation of the religion , . if not of its positive healthful iufiuence.—| of the heart, unless that religion be cast in'i.,] i , There stood a wood call- . some of themost^beauuful and impressive What a contrast do our modern ,-.ovels pre- the author's favorite mould.^ ffi^H™^^^™^ sent, to the tales which were then, after a| We intended, however, only to mention |eyer a ii owe <] ; t to jrrow and bear fruit, rigid cencorship, admitted to the social cir-, Scott, as the master, or rather the founder, cou ,i,i never \ 00 \ L upo „ t |, e act ; 0 ns of others cleof those who professed to be governed j of a new school of novelists, as a sort of by the principles of the religion of Jesus Christ. Compare Hannah Mo re's 'Ctulebs' with far succeeded with some as to gain almost P resence > and thinking they allowed them entire possession of their garden! O! then\ t0 g row > mor f than a c n >' one el f- ] n 3ucl l thesadWaranee! Thorns and briers, and S arden . s ' l ^ways find an abundance of weeds were suffered to grow in wild luxuri- j Humility. I also noticed, that in every auce, and all sweet plants were neglected S^ thel 'f. T aS a Cer u tai n P lant called to wither and die. Others resisted hisinflu- In M^e, which was either good or evil, once and used their best endeavours to keep \ seful or hurtful, beautifu or ugly, accor- their portion free from weeds, but notwith- din S t0 th ? character of the owner of the standing all their efforts, those which they Sf, den - } have , not Ume n ™. t 0 * el1 y° u thought\\ pulled up by the roots and dead, ofthe various other plants, which I saw m wouhl often spring up again, and it seemed m \ dream ; Yes > dremn c ! *?*!\ not al to require their constant care, and ffluch a dream for each one of us is the owner of help from the Gardener,lo keep them down. -l ustsuch f S arden a ? the ff> \ m <*n the Hut his presence and smiles of encourages | l imri .\ and w f should do wel l> l ° look \ 1 h 1 ar P- ment cheered them on, and they looked for- \ l 7 , wlt ;m ****** w ' hat we ^ lo pull up, ward with joy to the time when, if they and what we find that needs cultivation; were faithful in this, their trust, they would remembering that we can at any (.me ask be removed to the \Great Garden \above i a ? d obtain the assistance of .the great Gar- anrl enjov his presence forever ;for thus ! d ' ,10 I r 1 . w,I ° llas / ald ^ ee P th }\ he . ar t Wlth . had he promised them. Rethought I had , ^diligence, for out of it, are the issues of gained permission to visit these gardens ; life. MARINETTE. i©iL!LAlNll©!lJ)© c Good R-ctori. A humerous young man was driving a horse, which was in the habit of stopping at every house on (he road side ; passing a country tavern, where were collected to- sentiments that fell from his lips and are left on record for us,are in the form of par- ables, or allegories. But it is no part of our purpose, at pre- sent, to discuss this point. JYor shall we attempt to draw the precise line between those works of fiction which are either pos- itively happy in their influence, or are sim- ply negatively innocent, (if such a thing is possible,) on the one hand, and those one of the most unexceptionable novels of the present day, and what a striking con- trast is presented. The distinguished wri- ter of that fiction, which obtained such which have a tendency to disipate the mind universal celebrity among all classes in -and poison the affections, on the other England and America, aimed in this, as in hand. We wish rather to draw attention all her effo>ts. particularly those of her lat- lo the fact, which is gradually becoming ter years, to elevate, refine and bless, as more palpable and alarming to us, that ro- Well as to amuse and entertain. She in- mances of the baser class find their way fused into the creations of her imagination j being the willing cause ; he was rather the more readily to the firesides of the virtu-'the leaven of virtue and religion. Nor innocent occasion, of this constellation of ous, Christian family, than formerly—that'was it that false virtue which strains at a | novels. there is a growing insensibility in the com gnat and swallows a camel; or that coun- munity, to the influence of this species of, terfeit,sentimental,mawkish religion, which literature—-that works of fiction of a tone'expends its energies in buds and blossoms, of morals formerly proscribed in intelli- j and yields no fruit, ripe and heavenly.— gent, virtuous families, have now free in- When we rise from the reading of such a book as\ this of hers, we feel that our pre* ,. . . , . , in their true light, but was always trying to connecting link between such writers as , Ulisrepresei , t and co lor them\ falsely, so Goldsmith and Hannah More, m the last ha[ |hey mi ht not b(? ,,; , |ly &teemed by century, and Bulwer and his more shames i men _ < rhig too wRu(ed , f . And less and enblushing fellow-laborers, in this • h lher ,, t h , d , ]ave been excluded, fonts nature was to render its and examine them, as minutely as I chose. The appearance of the first,as I entered it, was rather favorable to the character of the owner, but upon closer inspection, I found many hateful weeds, bearing resemblance to plants of a better origin, and therefore suffered to rt-main. Here grew a bush, making quite a display, being full of branches, covered with guy blossoms, and promising a great deal ; but, after all, it was only a weed ! Its name was Pride, jgether some dozen countrymen, the beast, and its possessor was warned to pull it up, as usual, ran opposite of the door and then forifheeheri.-he.i it he wuul 1 be filled with stopped, in spite of ; the young man, who vanity and selfooucut, and think his own 'applied the whip with all his might to drive the horse on, the men of the porch com>- menced a hearty laugh, and some inquired if he would sell that horse ? \Yes said the young man, \hut I can- not recommend him, as lie once belonged to a butcher, and stops whenever he hears any calves bleat.\ The crowd retired to the bar in silence. The follow inp; very happy and equally too ikutch is from the London Quarterly Review:— \ You see this lady turning a cold eye to ,the as r suranccs of shopmen and the recommendations of milliners. She cares not how original a pattern may be, if it be mrl.Vi or how recent a ebupej if it be awkward. Whatever lawsfasliionMicJatcS; she fallows taws of her own, and is never behind -it.— She wears ver, beautiful things which people gen- erally supposed to be fetched from Paris, or nt least made by a French milliner, but which as often are bought at the nearest town and made up by Jier own maid. JNot that her co3tume is either rich or new ; on the contrary, she wears mmny ,n cheap dress, but it is always pretty, and many an old one, but it is always good. She deak- in no gaudy con- fusion of colors, nor doeB she affect a studied sobri- ety ; but she either refreshes you with a spirited con. trast or composes you with a judicious harmppy<— Not a scrap of tinsel or trumpery ajjpears Upprf her. She puts no faith in velvet bands er gilt buttons or twisted eordings. She is quite aware, howeveiylhat the garnish is as important as the dress;.a 11 her in- ner borders and headings are delicate and fresh, afld should any thing peep out which is not intended to be seen it is quite as much so as that which is,— After all, there is no great art either in her fashions or her materials. The secret simply consists in her knowing the three grand unities of dress—her own station, her own age\ and her own points! And no woman can dress well- who does not. After this, we need not say that whoever ia attracted by the costume will not he disappointed in the wear- er. She may not be handsome nor accomplished, but we will answer for her being even tempered, well informed, thoroughly sonsiblc, and * complete ady.\ To Cure a Wife off Authorship. At a recent conversation in a brilliant circle of men of genius, in Paris, the subject of literary women was brought up, and Diderot was quoted, who averred that he would rather have a wife who could make a passable shirt than a wife who could write the best book in the world. Mons< R , a young artist of great talent, who has a wife, it is whispered, about preparing a book for the press, and his opinion on the subject, as it would touch upon his personal feelings, was waited for with some curios- ity. Not seeming disposed to speak, he was at length asked what he would do if he had a literary wife. \I should not oppose it very directly,\ he said, 'but to preserve the balance of things, as far as I was capa- ble, I should become a woman. I would! do nothing but nurse the children, I would wear a busk, I would carry salts in my bosom and faint when opportunity present- ed, I would have a stool for my feet, and sleep in a frilled night cap and chemise.—• Home JoUr. The star of Sir Walter Scott had no soon er set beneath the horison, than innumera-. ssor misC| . a ble, and all who associated ble luminaries of less magnitude appeared ; whh himj 1U)h . lpm -. j ralht . r think that -too many of thorn false lights, tending to ^ ' le know a Hult , somt . ming of the lead the soul away from virtue, purity, and ; llnilapl)iness of al]ow .j„ heaven We trust we shall not be misunderstood. We do not charge this great genius with and flourish. The Chances of Battle. \At Waterloo,\ said Napoleon, \I ought to have been victorious. But Ney, the bravest of the brave, at the head of 4^,000 __ this weed to grow! Frenchmen suffered himself to be delayed j Its name\ was Fretfulness.— \a. whole day, by some thousands of IVassau ! 3e- ;si- AND the gress there, or, at least, are admited and tolerated, with little of the appearance and less of the strictness of quarantine. From the era of Walter Scott, we think there is discoverable a downward tendency in the morality of fashionable novels; and it grieves us to concede, as we are compell- ed to do, that the wave of foreign litera- ture, which bears on its bosom blight and deatk wherever it rolls, is making some advances in-the domestic sanctuaries of those who, in other respects, sustain a high character for moral principle and active piety,and who would lose a right arm rath- er than knowingly yield an inch to the ge- nius of vice. We can scarcely be mista- ken in our fears. It must be so. How otherwise are re to interpret the kind apsi ologies for the most dangerous, tho' most fashionable novels of the French school) which we now'so often hear from the lips of men and women, who, we have been fain to believe, are governed by religious principle ? Why, it seems to bo necessa- ry, not unfrequently—strange enough, af- ter all that has been said—it seems to be necessary to go back to first principles, and gravely to debate the question with think- ing, reasoning, virtuous, Christian readers, cious time has not been wasted—that our passions have not been inflamed—but while we have been interested and instructed, a hallowed spirit has been breathed into tho soul. We are conscious that the tenden- cy of the whole is to make us better, and we' pray that its legitimate influence may never be lost. The most popular novels now before the American public,and which are smiled into favor to some extent by American Christians, possess a character widely different. The least we can say of of them is, that they enervate the intellect, deprave the imagination, inflame the ap- petites and grosser animal propensities, poison the affections, harden the heart. Take another example from OliverGold- smith. What is the moral character and influence of the \ Vicar of PPakefield,\ for instance ? The sole end and aim of the author of this book would seem to be, to induce a love for all the Christian vir- tues in the family where it is a visitor.'— Call that pleasant fiction a novel, call it a romance, a love-story, a moral tale—it mat- ters not by what name you designate it— the moral lessons it teaches accord with the spirit and tenor of the teaching of which could so well have been spared; We believe that there has been ' an adulteration in the coining of our light - literature; that part of it, at least, which has currency in virtuous and pious fami- lies ; and we wish to show that it has been adulterated, and to trace the causes by which this debasing process has been effec- ted. What a fall has there been, in a few brief years, from Scott to Sue ! Facilis deceusus indeed ! If, however, our mod- ern fashionable romances, whether ot the Anglo Saxon or French school, were con- fined to the circle of libertines and infidels, whose attachment for the theatre is stron- ger than for the house of God, we might, with some show of reason, be silent. But knowing as we do, that they are endorsed practically with the signatures of those who occupy the ranks of virtue and reli- gion, and thatu, in many instances, they—• the genii of such men as Bulwer and Sue are allowed to be the guardian angels in the chamber of the young, long after the evening orisons of the family have gone up to Heaven, it were a crime to be dumb. Christian parent! as you watch, with a parent's pride, the development of some fair flower in the cherished garden of the domestic circle, take care that there is not a worm at the root; an assiduous, stealthy foe to the peace and purity, the beauty and glory, of that flower—which will check its healthful growth, consume its vitality and prostrate its fair form in the dust! And in another place, I saw the weeds of Deceit, Selfishness Jealousy, cf-c, springing up and needing the owner's watchful care lo root them out, ere they grew stronger. But I must stop describing these, or I shall not have time to tell you of those things which gave me pleasure. They sprang from the \good seed\ given by the Gardin- er, and were very attractive in appearance, and excellent in quality. One little plant in particular, was very beautiful. It was near the ground, and was covered with delicate blossoms, half hidden by leaves, but of exquisite fragrance- Its name was Humility, and it was possessed of qualities that served to counteract the bad effects of Pride, Vanity, SfC. There were the beau- tiful plants of Good-ioitt and Gentleness, Truth and Love, —but I cannot now de- scribe them. There was one tree, which stood forth as a prominent characteristic of very many gardens, so prominent that I oould not fail to nolice it, and I will not pass on without briefly describing it. Some had cultivated it for several years, others had but just obtained it; but whether a shrub, or in full growth, it was surpassingly love- ly^a tree to be desired above all others, and under its cooling shade, and the re- freshing dews that fell from its branches, all good plants flourished luxuriantly, and grew to a far larger size than when re- moved from it. This tree was reserved by the Gardiner as a free gift to all who would ask for it, and upon no other condition could they obtain it. This was by some considered very humbling, and rather than troops. Had it not been for this inexpli- cable inactivity, the English army would have been taken flagrante delicto, and anni- hilated without striking*a blow. Grouchy, with 40,000 men, suffered Bulow and Blu- cher to escape him ; and finally, a heavy shower of rain made the ground so soft, that it was impossible to commence the at- tack at day break. Had 1 been able to commence early, Wellington's army would have been trodden down in the defiles of the forest, before the Prussians could have had time to arrive. It were otherwise lost without resource. The defeat of Welling- ton's army would have been peace, the re- pose of Europe, the recognition ot the in- terests of the masses, and of the democra- cy.\— Montholon's History. PRINTER'S ASYI.UM A person writing from this place to the 1 Albany Evening Journal, proposes a meet- ing of printers at that city on the 15th day of November next, for the purpose of con- sidering the propriety of establishing a Printer's Asylum in this state, erecting a monument to Franklin, &c. He proposes that the convention consist of one journey? man from the office of each Weekly paper* and two from offices of daily papers. Ed- itors and publishers also to be considered as delegates to the convention.— PdugMeep* sic Telegraph. ANECDOTE.—A schoolmaster, while cor- recting an urchin for usuing bad language told him to go to the other end of the room and speak to one of the scholars, and that grammatically, or he should be punished. On going, he thus addressed himself to the scholar: \ There is a common substan* tive, of the masculine gender, third per* son, singular number, angry mood, who sits perched on an eminence at the Othef end of the room, and wishes to articulate a few sentences with you in the present tense. Extraordinary Coincidence In the Ijivcs of A Married Pair. A Scotch newspaper of the year 1777, gives the following as the extract of a let- ter from Lanark, \Old William Douglass- and his wife are lately dead ; you know that he and his wife were born on the same day, within the same hour, by the same midwife ; that they were constant compan. ions till nature inspired them with love and friendship; and at the age of nine-teen, were married, with the consent of their pa- rents, at the same church where they were christened. There are not the whole of the circumstances attending this extraor- dinary pair. They never knew a day's sickness until the day before their deaths ; and the day on which they died they were exactly one h u ndred yea rs old* They died ' Tom,' said a girl to her sweetheart, 'You h»ve been paying your distresses to me long enough ; it is time you were ma. king known your contentions, so as riot to keep me in expense any longer.', 05\ Ship Birmingham, from Liverpool, at Charlestown, brought $121,000 in spe* cie, in addition to a very valuable assorted,.. cargo of merchandise* , .-*-'**--*\ NEW COTTON.—Seven bales of ne*^ cot* ton from different plantations, reached N. Orleans on Thursday last. ASEICULTURAL ADDHESS,~-We l0arn,un* officially, that Ex Gov. Wright had com- pleted the address which he vraa to deliver t before the State Agrierltural Society at Saratoga, and that it is designed to prooure the manuscript, and have it read by some suitable person on that occasion. We hear it said that it is an able production and will be interesting to the people, oh account of the melancholly absence of its; author.— Troy jjtyst. A Mr. Cooper was lately married to a Mif». Staves,'m Philadelphia* A generation of Barrel* ia expected. the free
