and its kindly spirit will redeem it from harsh cen- | His volumes contain a multiplicity of details which sure on account of its frequent errors. A new Universal Atlas, by J. W. LOWRY, an eminent English geographer, has been published by Harper and Brothers, containing one hundred Maps of the various countries of the world, with a convenient and copious Index. These maps are con structed on proportional scales, which are distinguished by precise indications, and afford every facility for ready and accurate comparison of different portions of the earth's surface. They are executed with remarkable neatness, and embodying the latest geographical discoveries, will be found highly valuable both for seminaries of learning and the private student. have not before been given to the public; they are sustained by authentic evidence, and leave no room for doubt that the unfortunate son of Marie Antoinette died from the barbarous treatment he had received from his jailers, toward the close of the last century. The Dauphin was born March 27th, 1785, and succeeded to the title by the death of his elder brother, about four years afterward. At that time, he was a child of remarkable beauty. His form was of delicate and graceful proportions; his forehead large and open; his clear blue eye, fringed with long, dark eyelashes, of exquisite sweetness; his complexion had the fresh colors of the rose; his light flaxen hair curled in natural ringlets upon his shoulders. His manners, even at that early day, charmed all beholders. He displayed equal precocity of intellect and amiableness of disposition. Never was a child more tenderly attached to his mother. He had a great love of study, and made rapid progress in the various branches of education. But his career was soon interrupted by the storms of the revolution. He early became acquainted with sorrow, by the outrages inflicted upon his father and mother. During the imprisonment of the Royal fam Lippincott, Grambo, and Co. have published a popular legal work entitled Elements of the Laws, by THOMAS L. SMITH, a former Judge of the Supreme Court of the State of Indiana. It presents a brief digest of the system of civil and criminal law in force in the United States, affording a knowledge of the various branches of practice, convenient, no doubt, to a large class of persons, who have not the leisure or inclination to master more voluminous works. The principles discussed are, for the most part, elucidated with perfect clearness; the language is sim-ily in the Temple, his character rapidly developed. ple and precise; there is no parade of technical terms; on the contrary, every thing is brought down to the common level, although, as is often the case in works by professional writers for popular use, too much is taken for granted as regards the previous knowledge of the reader. Several points are passed over too slightly-several are altogether omittedwhich though too familiar to the jurist to need ex planation, involve the very questions on which an uninformed reader might the most earnestly wish for light. However, in law as in medicine, the man who would escape without burning his fingers, had better trust to a discreet adviser. Three Tales, translated from the French of the Countess D'ARBOURVILLE, by MAUNSELL B. FIELD, M.A. In tenderness and pathos, these exquisite stories are scarcely inferior to Paul and Virginia. The writer is a French lady of rank, who has employed her leisure hours in the composition of various works of the imagination, without any view to bringing them before the public. The present tales, entitled Christine van Amberg, Resignation, and The Village Doctor, were printed for private circulation; but soon after their appearance, they attracted the attention of the highest critical authorities, and won the most glowing tributes of admiration. Free from the unnatural sentiment and immoral tendencies of a large portion of modern French romance, they exhibit an inimitable portraiture of refined and beautiful passion, in a style of singular sweetness, simplicity, and power. The translator has shown equal good taste in the selection of the stories, and in clothing them with such an appropriate English costume. His version is imbued, to a remarkable degree, with the spirit of the original. While closely following the language of the author, it abounds in frequent felicities of expression, and natural, idiomatic turns, which give it almost the air of a new composition Mr. Field well deserves the gratitude of his countrymen for opening to them such a delightful and unexpected vein of French literature. (Harper and Brothers.) The Bourbon Prince. (Published by Harper and Brothers.) This little work, giving the history of the Royal Dauphin, Louis XVII. of France, is condensed from the recent elaborate work of M. Beauchesne, who has made the fate of the Dauphin the subject of profound investigation for several years. He appeared to have no regrets for the Tuileries or Versailles, and never mentioned their names. He seemed to forget his playthings and the tastes of childhood. After the execution of Louis, the Dauphin was separated from his mother by the Committee of Public Safety. He was borne to another part of the tower, and committed to the charge of his tutor, the brutal Simon. This man was a shoemaker by trade. The ferocity of his disposition was expressed in the hideousness of his appearance. He was about fifty-seven years of age, of inferior stature, thick set, with a swarthy complexion, and black hair, which grew down to his eyebrows, harsh, bushy whiskers, and a repulive expression of countenance. His wife was about the same age, very fat, and very ugly, with a complexion as coarse and dark as her husband's. Under these terrible guardians the child suffered every indignity. He was often subjected to cruel blows. His health, at length, gave way under his persecutions. His body suffered as much from weakness as his mind did from grief, but as yet his moral condition preserved its innocence. He was deprived of his books, and of all the means of mental improvement. His forced idleness increased his sufferings Without any diversion, he gave himself up to sad thoughts and recollections. His books were used by Simon to light his pipe. His writing materials were thrown helter-skelter into a corner. His playthings were broken or thrown away. He was plied with revolu. tionary songs, coarse and bloody jokes, and dreadful oaths. It was the wish of his tyrants to destroy his moral feelings, as well as his intellect and his bodily vigor. Simon compelled the Prince to wait upon him at table, and to descend to the most vile and humiliating offices. To the ill-treatment of the child, was added a free indulgence in wine, in order to omit no effort both to destroy his body and corrupt his heart. He was never addressed but with an oathnever commanded but with a threat-and every attempt was made to force him to sing obscene verses and regicide songs. In consequence of this treatment, the Prince had become much changed. The elasticity of childhood was gone. He was spiritless, feeble, and inanimate. His expression, once so radiant with joy, was sad, his fresh and rosy com plexion was yellow; his limbs were stretched out beyond their usual proportion; his back was bent; and he had almost lost the power of sleep. to make some favorable changes in his condition, but soon after the health of the child began to decline more rapidly. He had frequent attacks of fever, and the swelling of his knees and wrists increased. He could hardly walk, and Gomin and Laurent were frequently obliged to carry him in their arms. After the death of the Queen, he was removed from the care of Simon. No successor was appointed. For the sake of better security, he was confined in a single room, without fire or light. He was thrust into this prison January 21, 1794. During the period of his confinement here, he never breathed the air of heaven, and hardly saw the light of day, except through his iron bars. He did not even see the hand that doled out to him his scanty food, and heard no sound but the harsh grating of the locks, except at night, when he was told by a rude voice that it was time for him to go to bed. Many days, many weeks, many months passed on in this way. His body and mind had both suffered greatly from want of air, neglect, and solitary confinement. His hands could hardly lift the crockery plate which held his food, nor his jug of water, which were put upon the shelf of the wicket by a kitchen servant, who was forbidden to speak a word to the prisoner. For some time, the child had ceased to sweep his room. He was no longer able to move the straw mattress of his bed, nor to change the sheets, which were soiled by constant use. He had no clean linen-his clothes were all in tatters-nor could he wash or clean himself. He was now so feeble, that he could scarcely move. The remains of his food were scat-carry him out, however, every fine day upon the tered about on the floor, or on his bed, and his room was infested with rats, mice, spiders, and all kinds of vermin. Laurent, at length, requested to be relieved from his duties in the Temple, and a new guardian, named Lasne, was appointed in March, 1795. He was a house-painter by trade, a good-natured man, but with considerable force of character. He was untiring in his services. He did every thing in his power to enliven and amuse the Prince, whose disease now made rapid strides. The fatal moment was at hand. The government was informed of the danger. On the 6th of May, M. Dessault, an eminent surgeon of Paris, was summoned to attend the prisoner. On his arrival at the tower, he examined him carefully, and prescribed some simple remedies. He was of opinion that the Prince was affected with scrofula, but that the disease might yet be checked. He advised sending the patient into the country, where, with change of scene, fresh air, and careful treatment, he might revive. They had great difficulty in persuading him to take his medicines. His weakness now became extreme. It gave him too much pain to walk. Lasne would platform of the tower. During M. Dessault's attendance for a fortnight, no benefit was received by the Prince. His weakness and prostration increased. He did not speak, but expressed by his face and gestures his gratitude for the good physician's care. Meantime, M. Dessault did not come as usual, and it was found that he had died on the 1st of June. For this reason, the Prince remained for six days without any medical attendant. M. Pelletan was then sent for. But he found his patient in a hopeless condition. He did, however, what he could for his relief. The child was removed into an airy chamber. On the 7th of June, M. Dumangin, another physician, came to the tower, to consult with M. Pelletan. They found the patient weak, and evidently passing away. They could do nothing. In the evening, Gomin found him somewhat brighter. At night, by the rules of the Temple, he was forced to remain alone. Lasne was the first to ascend to the room in the morning. Gomin was afraid to go, lest he should find the child dead. When the physician arrived, he was sitting up. The visit was a short one. Lasne thought him better, but he was undeceived by the physician, who reported him in a dangerous condition. When they had gone, Gomin took his place by the side of the bed, to which the In July, a person named Laurent was appointed guardian to the children in the Temple. He was a man of education, of considerable intellect, and of refined manners. On being taken to the apartment of the Prince, he was almost poisoned by the foul atmosphere which came through the iron bars. The officers called on the child to get up, but no noise or threats could make him stir. They could only see through the grating, by the dim light of the lantern, something like a living object crouched on the bed. The door was broken open. A horrible sight was presented to the visitors. On a filthy bed, in this dark room, the air of which reeked with corruption, lay the child, half covered with some scraps of dirty linen and an old pair of ragged trowsers, unable to move, his back crooked, his face wan and sad with grief, his lips colorless, his checks hollow, and his complexion of a sickly greenish hue. His large eyes, protruding from his brow, were made more conspicuous by the emaciation of his face, and had darkened into a dull, leaden tint, instead of their former soft and brilliant blue. His head and neck were eaten up with open ulcers; his legs were elongated out of all proportion with his small, mea-patient had returned. He kneeled down by the gre body; his wrists and knees were covered with black and blue swellings; and the nails of his hands and feet had grown like birds' claws. He was covered with filth and overrun with vermin. child, and prayed fervently. The child took his hand, and pressed it to his lips. Gomin observed that he was still, and said to him, "I hope you do not suffer now.”—“Oh, yes,” replied the child, “I am suffering, but much less-the music is so sweet." There was no music either in the tower or neighborhood. No noise reached the chamber where the Prince was dying. Gomin asked him, in surprise, Laurent was struck with compassion. He was determined to relieve the condition of the child as far as it was in his power. The Prince was removed to another room. Laurent ordered him a bath, and some clean linen-his hair was cut and combed-"Where do you hear the music?"-"Above.”— and he was placed on a comfortable bed. A surgeon was sent for to dress his sores. He was provided with a complete new suit of clothes. The wretched child did not know what to make of such kindness. An assistant to Laurent was now appointed. His name was Gomin. He was a mild, kind-hearted man, and was greatly overcome when he saw the misery and suffering of the Prince. He was able "How long since ?"-" Since you have been on your knees. Don't you hear it? Listen! listen!" And the child raised his feeble arms, and opened his large eyes lighted up with ecstasy. In a few moments, the child started again, exclaiming, in trans port, "In the midst of all the voices I heard my mother's!" With his eye fixed as upon a vision, he seemed to listen to distant music. An instant after, he crossed his arms upon his breast, with an ex- | introduction to the voluminous work of the author pression of sinking upon his face. His breathing was no longer painful; but his eye seemed to wander, looking from time to time toward the window. Lasne now came up from below to relieve Gomin. As he took his seat by the bed, the Prince looked at him for a long time with a fixed and dreamy gaze. At last he said, "Do you think my sister has heard the music? How happy it would have made her?" He then said, "I have one thing to tell you." Lasne approached and took his hand. He listened to hear what he wished to say. But in vain. His last words had been spoken. He dropped his head upon the breast of his guardian, who laying his hand upon his heart found that it had ceased to beat. on Organic Chemistry, presents a complete though succinct view of the subject in all its manifold and profound relations. It has been prepared expressly for laboratories, medical and scientific schools, colleges, and so forth, and no competent judge can turn over its leaves without perceiving its remarkable adaptation to the purpose. Containing not only all the old facts, but also the recent discoveries which relate to the products both of the animal and vegetable kingdom, it endeavors to ascend to the primitive law, which unites such a vast mass of materials in a vital unity. As a rare model of thorough scientific discussion and statement, we rejoice to see this work in a form which will make it accessible to the American student. The translator has overcome the uncommon difficulties of his task with intelligence and skill. Thus perished, June 8th, 1795, the unhappy heir of the crown of France. His brief, eventful history is fully set forth in this volume, which apart from its value as an authentic record of the Dauphin's Harper and Brothers have published a new novel fate, possesses the charm of a romance in the touch-by EMILY CARLEN, entitled The Lover's Stratagem, ing beauty and tragic pathos of its narrative. filled with naïve and lively representations of Swedish life. Ticknor, Reed, and Fields have issued three additional volumes of their beautiful edition of DE QUINCEY'S Writings, containing Essays on the Poets MACAULAY has been elected a member of the and other English Writers, and Historical and Critical French Academy in place of Dr. LINGARD. Two Essays. No previous volume of this erratic author candidates were proposed, MACAULAY by GUIZOT, contains richer specimens of racy speculation, au- and GROTE by DE TOCQUEVILLE. In France, Madacious criticism, or learned whimsicalities. The caulay's reputation must have justified his election, grave humor of his illustrations is an admirable foil if it were not justified by his nearer affinity to what to the hair-splitting subtlety of his analysis, and the Frenchmen have been taught to consider the true frequent profoundness of his reflections. Among historic type. The brilliant style, and easy, yet the subjects treated of in these volumes, are "The abundant erudition of Macaulay, assimilate him Poetry of Wordsworth," "The Philosophy of Ro-more to the French type; while the laborious, deepman History," "The Essenes," "Homer and the thinking, but somewhat cumbrous work of Grote, Homeridae," Cicero," "Style," " Rhetoric," "Se- reminds us more of the German type. cret Societies;" but it is rarely that the title of the essay furnishes any clew to the course of thought in which the writer will indulge before its close. The third edition of CICERO'S Brutus, edited by Professor BECK, has been issued by John Bartlett, Cambridge. The whole work, text as well as notes, has been subjected to a careful revision. The same publisher has brought out a translation of STOCKHARDT'S Chemical Field Lectures for Agriculturists, edited by JAMES E. TESCHEMACHES. This work is intended as a popular treatise on agricultural chemistry, and comprises the results that have been established by the latest discoveries. A great amount of valuable information on the practical details of husbandry is presented in an intelligible manner, and is suited to engage the attention of the actual cultivator no less than of the scientific amateur. The interest and utility of the work are enhanced by the judicious notes of the editor, whose eminence as a scientific horticulturist is well known to the public. Tales of the Southern Border, by C. W. WEBBER. (Published by Lippincott, Grambo, and Co.) A new series of Border Tales by one of our most graphic delineators of Southwestern manners and scenery. It embraces several fugitive sketches, now published for the first time, together with a selection from the tales which have already appeared, but which are here presented in a revised and more perfect form. Mr. Webber writes in most cases from personal experience. But where he has not been an immediate actor in the scenes which he describes, he is so familiar with similar incidents, as to give an air of remarkable freshness and reality to his narrative. CHARLES DICKENS hitherto has not had any thing like the popularity in France which might have been expected from his immense renown in England and the United States. His David Copperfield, however, has made a decided hit-it is already in its third edition, and its popularity will no doubt cause the French to receive any of his future works with equal favor, and perhaps even to begin to admire those of the past The translator of Copperfield is M. AMEDEE PICHOT, the well-known editor of the Revue Britannique, and the translator of Lord BYRON; but he has thought fit, for some reason which we do not pretend to understand, to change the title to the somewhat silly one of The Nephew of My Aunt. A complete, minute, and exact map of France is about to be terminated, after thirty-five years' incessant labor, and at an expense of nearly $2,000,000. It has been executed by the officers of the staff and the engineers. It is the grandest work of the kind ever undertaken in any country of the world. A complete collection of the Literary Works of the Emperor Napoleon the Great is being made at Paris. Napoleon, when young, was not unambitious of gaining literary reputation, and he employed his pen on tales and essays. Among them are A Roman Corse; a series of Notes on my Infancy and Youth, a tale or play called The Earl of Essex; The Mask, an Eastern tale; Giulio, a sentimental tale; and A Dialogue on Love, rather free in thought and expression. A Translation of Mr. MACAULAY's Essays, &c., has appeared in German, at Brunswick, in 6 vols. The sixth volume contains the Lays of Ancient Principles of Organic and Physiological Chemistry, |