The forthcoming publishing season promises to be a brisk one: we are to have good books of history, travel, and science, besides something from Carlyle and the Laureate; and in the matter of light literature there will be no lack; Thackeray is again in the field, with three volumes of the old-fashioned sort, so acceptable to novel readers; and Sir Thomas Talfourd has found time for literary as well as legal work. A learned Hindoo, after thirty-five years of labour, has just completed a Sanscrit Encyclopaedia--a desirable work for scholars; and the United States' government have published a second volume of the great work on the Indian tribes--a handsome book to look at, but less valuable than it might have been had proper care been bestowed on its contents. The Smithsonian Institution have brought out the third and fourth volumes of their _Contributions to Knowledge_--one of the two being a 'Grammar and Dictionary of the Dakota Language,' the work of missionaries who, eighteen years ago, settled in the Minnesota Valley, to teach and reclaim the Sioux or Dakotas, who number about 25,000. Among the reasons assigned for the publication of the handsome quarto, they state: 'Our object was to preach the Gospel to the Dakotas in their own language, and to teach them to read and write the same, until their circumstances should be so changed as to enable them to learn the English.' As the Smithsonian Institution distribute their publications to most of the scientific societies of Europe, our learned men will have ample means to avail themselves of their contents, and thus help to promote their object--'the diffusion of knowledge among men.' THE POET'S POWER. Ay, scorn the Poet's Power, Darken with doubt his glory, Burst thou the spirit-spell he weaveth o'er thee, Till earthward bowed thine heart in youth's warm hour Grow hard as sinner hoary, Scorning the Poet's Power! Yet know the Poet's song Recks not thy spirit's spurning, But soars to Heaven's high throne, and thence returning, Gladdens the heart to which its strains belong, A rich reward still earning-- The Poet's sainted song. Wo when the Poet's word No more man's soul awaketh, Nor on his clouded eye faith's vision breaketh! Wo when the world's cold heart no more is stirred, Though trumpet-tongued it speaketh-- The Poet's prophet-word! Welcome the Poet's Power, Nor deem he idly dreameth: The light that on his heaven-borne spirit streameth, Is but a ray of truth from Eden's bower. When Love this earth redeemeth, How vast the Poet's Power! FRITZ. IMPORTANCE OF THE CULTIVATION OF THE SENSES.