It is strange that so soon after the appearance of _Tom Tiddler's Ground_, with its one good story of a wild gallop over the Plains, a novel should have appeared in which the same scenes are reproduced,--the whole full of wild-fire and gallop.--American life-fever and prairie-dust,--uneasy contrasts of the feelings of gentlemen and memories of _salons_ with pork-frying, hickory shirts, and whisky. The excitement and movement of _John Brent_ are wonderful. Had the author been an artist, we should have had in him an American Correggio,--with strong lights and shadows, bright colors, figures of desperadoes inspired with the air of gentlemen, and gentlemen, real or false, who play their parts in no mild scenes. It is the first good novel which has given us a picture of the West since California and Mormondom added to it such vivid and extraordinary coloring, and since the 'ungodly Pike'--that 'rough' of the wilderness--has taken the place of the well-nigh traditional frontiersman. It is entertaining and exciting, and will attain a very great popularity, having in it all the elements to secure such success. Those who recognized in _Cecil Dreeme_ the vividly-photographed scenes and characters of New York, will be pleased to find the same talent employed on a wider field, among more vigorous natures, and assuming a far more active development. Never have we felt more keenly regret at the untimely decease of an author than for WINTHROP, while perusing the pages of _John Brent_. There went out a light which _might_ have shown, in Rembrandt shadows and gleams, the most striking scenes of this country and this age. MEMOIR, LETTERS AND REMAINS OF ALEXIS DE TOCQUEVILLE. Translated from the French, by the Translator of Napoleon's Correspondence with King Joseph. In two volumes. Boston: Ticknor & Fields. 1862. No French writer enjoys a more truly enviable popularity in America than M. DE TOCQUEVILLE. That he should have discussed the vital principles of our political and social life, in a manner which not only made him no enemies among us, but established his 'Democracy' as a classic reference, is as wonderful as it was well deserved. The present work is, however, a delightful one by itself, and will be read with a relish. We sympathize with the translator (a most capable one by the way) when he declares that he leaves his task with regret, fearing lest he never again may have an opportunity of associating so long and so intimately with such a mind. The typography and paper are of superior quality. POEMS BY WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. ('Blue and gold.') First American Edition. Boston: Ticknor & Fields.