Was it a dream, that woman’s lot Was with unkindness never fraught; That her affections ne’er were sought To be as worthless spurned? No dream! but ’twas a glimpse of years Whose coming bright as the man appears, Drying the dew of earthly tears From eyes like flowers upturned. The aged feel its cheering ray, Though, like pale stars at the break of day, Its glory comes as they pass away Into a realm untrod! But may the young live to behold Those golden days so long foretold, When each lone wand’rer to the fold Shall be reclaimed by God! * * * * * =REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS.= _Reuben Medlicott, or The Coming Man. By M. W. Savage, Author of “The Bachelor of the Albany,” etc. New York: D. Appleton & Co. 1 vol. 12mo._ “The Bachelor of the Albany” was a novel in which common sense was made to outshine and outsparkle paradox itself; and “Reuben Medlicott,” though inferior in sustained brilliancy of execution, is a worthy successor to the “Bachelor.” The object of the book is to exhibit the career of a man whose head is stuffed with multifarious information, who possesses mediocre but varied talents, and who mistakes a fluent use of words relating to universal ideas and generalized truths for the power to wield principles. He accordingly fails in every thing he undertakes. He cannot connect his words with affairs; practical life refuses all alliance with him. He becomes a lawyer, but despising details, and aspiring to the philosophy of law, it is soon discovered that he has neither technical knowledge nor grasp of principles. He is a great orator at philanthropic meetings, and his friends think he will make a great impression in Parliament. He is accordingly “put up” as a candidate, and the description of his election is one of the most mirth-provoking pieces of satire in the novel. He is elected, but is remorselessly coughed down in the House. Then, like all men of his peculiar kind, he makes a voyage to America, to see if he cannot succeed in the land of talkers. He thinks that he has some words in his wardrobe of verbiage which will induce the Southern States to abolish slavery. He fails in this, also, and the author conducts him through various other experiments to the close of his useless life. The novel is exactly calculated for the present time, and will exercise a good influence if generally read. The writer’s own principles are neither very lofty nor very broad, but he has the merit of resolving all moral bubbles “into their elemental suds.” * * * * * _The Eclipse of Faith; or a Visit to a Religious Sceptic. Boston: Crosby, Nichols & Co. 1 vol. 12mo._