ickering, and Henry Wheaton; and several political
Speeches, delivered within the last few years, on various occasions, in
Massachusetts. They are adapted to sustain the high reputation of the
author for extensive classical learning, an uncommon power of graceful
and fertile illustration, and a glowing, and often gorgeous eloquence.

_The Broken Bud_ (published by R. Carter and Brothers), is the title of
a small volume of prose and poetry, intended as a tribute to the memory
of a beloved child, by a bereaved mother, and containing many passages
of touching pathos and genuine beauty.

_Bardouac, or, The Goatherd of Mount Taurus_, is a charming Persian
Tale, translated from the French, in a style of great neatness and
vivacity published by Crosby and Nichols, Boston.

G. P. Putnam has published _Fadette_, a new story by GEORGE SAND,
illustrative of domestic life in France, translated by MATILDA M. HAYS.
It is a tale of quiet, exquisite beauty, free from the morbid sentiment
which abounds in the fictitious works of the modern French school, and
rendered into graceful, idiomatic English by the accomplished
translator.

R. Carter and Brothers have brought out a new edition of _The Memoir of
Rev. Alexander Waugh_, the celebrated Scottish pastor in London, an
admirable piece of religious biography, describing the life of a
vigorous and noble-minded man.

J. S. Redfield has issued a little volume, with an uncommonly attractive
exterior, entitled _Chanticleer, a Thanksgiving Story_, consisting of
quiet descriptions of American country life and manners, set forth in
the framework of a superficial and not very skillfully managed
narrative. It contains some passages of considerable beauty, but as a
whole, it has hardly sufficient freshness and fervor to produce a wide
sensation.

A Leaf from Punch.

PREPARATORY SCHOOLS FOR YOUNG LADIES.

The Female Mind has hitherto been considered as a sort of fancy bazaar,
in which all kinds of light articles are to be stowed away without
regard to order or utility. If we could unlock the stores of female
knowledge, such, at least, as the modern boarding-school supplies--we
should find an extraordinary conglomeration of miscellaneous goods,
bads, and indifferents, which though somehow or other reduced under one
head, and that not always a strong one, are brought into a state of
"disorder" which is, by us, at least, any thing but "admired." If we
might be permitted the privilege