The Memoir by Dr. Aikin is highly interesting, and embodies in a pleasing narrative, (with little intermixture of criticism upon what no longer requires it,) all that is, or need be known of Oliver Goldsmith. In the opening page of this Memoir is an error (perhaps typographical) which, as it _is_ upon the opening page, has an awkward appearance, and should be corrected. We allude to the word “_protégée_,” which, in the sense, or rather with the reference intended, should be printed _protégé_. This is a very usual mistake. * * * * * _Tales and Souvenirs of a Residence in Europe. By a Lady of Virginia. Lea and Blanchard: Philadelphia._ Barring some trifling affectation, (apparent, for example, in heading a plain English chapter with the French _Pensées_,) this volume is very creditable to Mrs. Rives—for it seems to be well understood that the fair author, in this case, is the wife of the well-known Senator from Virginia. The work is modestly prefaced, and disclaims all pretension. It is a mere re-gathering of sketches, written originally for the amusement of friends. A lady-like taste and delicacy (without high merit of any kind) pervade the whole. The style is somewhat disfigured by pleonasms—or rather, overburdened with epithets: a common fault with enthusiastic writers who want experience in the world of letters. For example: “There is an _inexpressible_ pleasure in gliding rapidly in a _little_ car, over the _neat_ but _narrow turnpike_ roads, bordered by _hawthorn_ hedges, looking out upon _bright_ fields, clothed with the _richest_ and most _exquisite_ verdure, occasionally catching a glimpse of some _sequestered_ cottage, with its _miniature gravel_ walks, and _innumerable_ flowers, which, at this season, in the _distant_ land of the traveller, may have bloomed and passed away, but which here offer their _brilliant_ tints, and _rich_ perfume; while on the other hand some _proud_ castle rises in _bold_ relief against the _dappled_ sky.” Of mere errors of grammar there are more than sufficient; and we are constrained to say that the very first sentence of the book conveys a gross instance of faulty construction. “The gratification of friends must once more serve as an apology for permitting the following souvenirs to see the light.” Has the gratification of friends ever _before_ served as an apology for permitting _the following_ souvenirs to see the light? * * * * * _The Poetical Works of Reginald Heber, Late Bishop of Calcutta. Lea and Blanchard: Philadelphia._ It was only a year ago that the poems of Heber were first given to the public in a collection, from which the present edition is a re-print; but, individually, the pieces here presented have been long and favorably known—with the exception of two or three lighter effusions, now first published.