ican lines by an unquestionable authority. When I passed from thence it was by the same authority. I used no deception. I had heard that a Provincial Officer had repented of the course he had taken, and that he avowed that he never meant to go so far as he had gone, in resisting the authority of his King.

"The British Commander was willing to extend to him the King's clemency-yea, his bounty, in hopes to allure others to do the same. I made no plans. I examined no works. I only received his communications, and was on my way to return to the army, and to make known all that I had learned from a General Officer in your Camp. Is this the office of a spy? I never should have acted in that light, and what I have done is not in the nature of a spy. I have noted neither your strength, nor your weakness. If there be wrong in the transaction is it mine? The office of a spy a soldier has a right to refuse; but to carry and fetch communications with another army, I never heard was criminal.

"The circumstances which followed, after my interview with General Arnold, were not in my power to control. He alone had the management of them.

"It is said that I rode in disguise. I rode for security incog, as far as I was able, but other than criminal deeds induce one to do this. I was not bound to wear my uniform any longer than it was expedient or polite. I scorn the name of a spy; brand my offence with some other title, if it change not my punishment, I beseech you. It is not death I fear. I am buoyed above it by a consciousness of having intended to discharge my duty in an honourable manner.

"Plans, it is said, were found with me. This is true; but they were not mine. Yet I must tell you honestly that they would have been communicated if I had not been taken. They were sent by General Arnold to the British Commander, and I should have delivered them. From the bottom of my heart I spurn the thought of attempting to screen myself by criminating another; by so far as I am concernced the truth shall be told, whoever suffers. It was the allegiance of General Arnold I came to secure. It was fair to presume that many a brave officer would be glad at this time to be able to retrace his steps; at least we have been so informed. Shall I, who came out to negociate this allegiance only, be treated as one who came to spy out the weakness of a camp? If these actions are alike, I have to learn my moral code anew.

"Gentlemen, officers, be it understood that I am no suppliant for mercy that I ask only from Omnipotence-not from human beings. Justice is all I claim that Justice which is neither swayed by prejudice, nor disturbed by passion, but that which flows from honorable minds, directed by virtuous determinations. I hear, gentlemen, that my case is likened to that of Captain Hale, in 1775. I have heard of him and his misfortunes. I wish that in all that dignifies man, that adorns and elevates human nature, I could be named with that accomplished but unfortunate officer. His fate was wayward, and untimely was he cut off, yet younger than I now am. He went out knowing that he was assuming the character of a spy. He took all its liabilities into his hand, at the request of his great Commander. He was ready to meet what he had assumed, and all its

consequences. His death, the law of nations sanctioned. It may be complimentary to compare me with him. Still it would be unjust. He took his life in his hand when he assumed the character and the disguise. I assumed no disguise, nor took upon myself any other character than that of a British Officer, who had business to transact with an American Officer. In fine, I ask not even for Justice; if you want a victim to the manes of those fallen untimely, I may as well be that victim as another. I have in the most undisguised manner given you every fact in the case. I only rely on the proper construction of those facts. Let me be called anything but a spy. I am not a spy. I have examined nothing, learned nothing, communicated nothing, but my detention to Arnold, that he might escape, if he thought proper to do so. This was, as I conceived, my duty. I hope the gallant officer who was then unsuspicious of his General will not be condemned for the military error he committed.

"I farther state that Smith, who was the medium of communication, did not know any part of our conference, except that there was some necessity for secrecy. He was counsel in various matters for General Arnold, and from all the interviews I had with him, I do not believe that he had even a suspicion of my errand—and it was Smith who lent me this dress coat of crimson, on being told that I did not wish to be known by English or Americans.

"On me your wrath should fall, if on any one. I know your affairs look gloomy; but that is no reason why I should be sacrificed. My death can do your cause no good. Millions of friends to your struggle in England, you will lose if you condemn me.

"I do say not this by way of threat; for I know brave men are not awed by them-nor will brave men be vindictive because they are desponding. I should not have said a word had it not been for the opinion of others, which I am bound to respect.

"The sentence you this day pronounce will go down to posterity with exceeding great distinctness, on the page of history, and if humanity and honor mark this day's decision, your names, each and all of you, will be remembered by both nations when they have grown greater and more powerful than they now are. But, if misfortune befals me, I shall in time have all due honors paid to my memory. The martyr is kept in remembrance, when the tribunal that condemned him is forgotten. I trust this honorable Court will believe me when I say that what I have spoken was from no idle fears of a coward. I have done."

Major André.-On Wednesday the Phæton frigate, Capt. Wм. A. MONTAGU, C. B., arrived at Portsmouth from Halifax, after an extraordinary quick passage of only 18 days. She was relieved by the Athol, 28, Capt. H. BOURCHIER, from England: which ship she left at Halifax, with the Newcastle, 48, Rear-Admiral COLPOYS and JASSEUR. She has brought to England the remains of Major Andre, who was executed by the Americans, as a spy, in the year 1780. The remains were disinferred at Tappan, on the 14th August, placed in a

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sarcophagus, and conveyed on board an English packet, which brought them to Halifax just previous to the departure of the Phaton. They have not yet been landed. We understand that they are consigned to his Royal Highness the Duke of York. Their being sent to England is in compliance with the request of the family of Major André.

From a Portsmouth (Eng.) paper, 6 Oct., 1821, Saturday. F. S. H.

American (Whig) Review.-If it is in order, I should like to enquire, through your paper, as to the fate which overtook the American (Whig) Review. In the number of December, 1852, it speaks of its future prospects, the articles it has in preparation, etc., and, if my memory serves, has one or two pieces which were "to be continued."

All this would seem to indicate that it had no thoughts of dying, and I have a strong impression that certain articles were published in the Review subsequent to the date in question, yet all the files in the library catalogues end then, and I have never been able elsewhere to find a later issue. What is the explanation of this fact? and who was the final publisher of the Review? L. H. B.

West Springfield, Mass., Jan. 8, 1870. Native Bards-a Satirical Effusion; with other occasional pieces.

By J. L. M. Philadelphia, 1831. The above is the title of a thin volume of poems which I picked up a short time ago in Nassau street. The principal poem, which gives the title to the volume, seems to be a servile imitation of the Dunciad. The remaining poems are devoted to various subjects. There are two translations; one from the French poet Gilbert, the other a sonnet of Petrarch.

It will be noticed that the initials on the title page are those of the historian of the Netherlands; and the year of publication is that in which he graduated from Harvard University. At this time he was but seventeen years of age, and the reflections contained in some of these pieces are too mature to be the productions of any youth of that age, the examples of Pope and Keats to the contrary notwithstanding.

Can any of the readers of the Bibliopolist enlighten me as to whom the mythical J. L. M. can be?

DON!

Pretenders.-Under this heading there is a paper, in All the Year Round (Nov. 27), in which the writer relates the partic-. ulars of a conversation he had in America with an old man who claimed to be "the son of Charles Edward Stuart justly called the Pretender."

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This worthy stated that historians are in error as to the date of his alleged father's death, which was only reported in order that he might emigrate to America, where, according to this new version, he married and had issue.

Whether the old man was an impostor, or whether he believed his own story, the writer of the article leaves in doubt; which is much to be regretted, as the following fitted for investigating this genealogy. After unique passage shows how eminently he was examining the vouchers produced in support of the claim, he tells us that he made this extraordinary remark:

"There is one link wanting in your golden chain, and that a very important one; the link which proves your father to be the son of James the Second, so called -the man who fought and lost the battle of Culloden.”

One is not surprised to read, after that, the old man "folded up his papers suddenly" and took his departure.

CHARLES WYLIE.

Major Andre's Letter to Washington. -I beg to refer K. T. V. to the following work, of which one hundred copies only have been printed for private distribution, but which may be seen in the Library of the British Museum :

"History of West Point and its Military Importance during the American Revolution: and the Origin and Progress of the United States' Military Academy By Captain Edward C. Boynton, A M., Adjutant of the Military Academy. New York, 1864. [Large 8vo., pp. 408.]

Pp. 131-147 inclusive contain all the correspondence relating to the trial, or rather "examination" of Major André, including the last communication which he addressed to Washington.

From the gallant author's preface I gather that his compilation is based partly upon the published writings of others, and partly upon original papers and documents in the keeping of "The Custodian of the Records of the [U. S. Military] Academy at West Point." The MS. in question is therefore preserved in that institution.

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The original of Major André's letter to Washington, respecting which K. T. V. inquires in "N. & Q." of the 6th instant, is lodged in this department.

W. HUNTER, Second Assist. Sec. Department of State, Washington, Nov. 17, 1869.

Major André.-Mr. Wescott, in his valuable contribution to the December num. ber of the Bibliopolist concerning Major André, refers to a poem entitled The CowChace, saying, "It has been printed, but I don't now know where to find it." It may be found at the close of the second volume of my Field-Book of the Revolution, and with it an engraved fac-simile of the Title and one verse of the poem, made from a copy in the hand-writing of the author. The original was sent for publication (and appeared) in Rivington's Royal Gazette, then printed in the interest of the British in New York. The copy made by André, above alluded to, is in possession of the Rev. Dr. Sprague, of Albany, and is, I presume, the MS. mentioned by Mr. Westcott as having been in Peale's Museum, in Philadelphia, some years ago.

I have a copy of the first edition of Miss Anna Seward's Monody on Major André, printed at Litchfield, England, in 1781, to which is attached her autograph signature. which is attached her autograph signature. She was a warm personal friend of young André. Four of his letters to her written after a visit to her father's house at Litchfield, when he was only eighteen years of age, are appended to the Monody. During that visit he fell desperately in love with a charming consumptive maiden, of Buxton, and friend of Miss Seward, named Honora Sneyd. While there he made two miniature portraits of her. He gave one to Miss Seward, and the other he ever afterward wore in his bosom.

It does not appear that André's love was reciprocated, at first. His letters reveal his passion and express his timorous hopes. His parents opposed his inclinations with authority, and Miss Sneyd married another. The disappointed suitor took refuge from grief in the excitements of the Army, and came to America in 1776. In her Monody Miss Seward makes him say

"Honora lost! I woo a sterner bride;
The Armed Bellona calls me to her side,
Harsh is the music of our marriage strain!

It breathes in thunder from the Western plain!"

Miss Sneyd was remarkable for loveliness of face. André's sketches but faintly portray. ed her likeness. After her marriage she sat to Smart, a celebrated miniature painter, but he totally failed. It remained for the eminent George Romney to produce a perfect likeness of her, by accident, without ever having seen her. "He drew" says Miss Seward in a letter to the Right Honorable Lady Eleanor Butler, in June 1798, "to represent the Serena of The Triumphs of Temper, his own abstract idea of perfect loveliness, and the form and the face of Honora Sneyd rose beneath his pencil.

I have a miniature copy of Romney's picture. It represents a beautiful invalid sitting by a table reading by candle-light.

I cannot agree with my friend Wescott in regarding André as worse than a Spy-a think. He was simply a subaltern doing his tempter of the virtuous. He was neither, I duty as a soldier to his King and Commander, in consummating a bargain which had been in negotiation between the principals for more than a year. It was André not Arnold, who was the "weak officer," and who was the tempted, not the tempter. Arbargain successfully, tempted André to vionold in his eagerness to conclude his wicked late his instructions, and receive from him dependencies, to be conveyed to Sir Henry certain papers concerning West Point and its

Clinton. These led to André's ruin. But for those papers found in his possession (which Arnold had thrust upon him), and which Washington would not have felt justified in gave him the character of a Spy, I think ordering the execution of the young soldier. As it was, had the efforts to secure the person of Arnold been successful, André would probably have been treated as a prisoner of

war.

BENSON J. LOSSING.

The Ridge, Dover, N. Y.

Author of "Continuation of Don Juan."-In the article entitled Editions of Byron and Byronana, published in the Dec. number of the Bibliopolist, I find mentioned a Continuation of Byron's Don Juan, called the Rest of Don Juan,"" which, the writer of the article says, was written by George Clason. A clever continuation of Don Juan under the title "Don Juan, Cantos XVII-XVIII.," was published by Arnold F. Truesdell. New York, 1851. Is this work identical with the one

ascribed to George Clason? If not, who is its author? G. L. H.

Greenville, Ala.

André-Was not Major André a Prisoner of War, captured outside our lines?

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André.-In Nos. 11 and 12 of the "American Bibliopolist " I find many items relating to "the unfortunate André," with an “Õliverian” cry for "more;" in response to which I send you the following poem, copied from the original MS. in my possession, written on the original blue paper cover of "Monody on Major André (who was executed at Tappan, November —, 1780). By Miss Seward. To which are added Major André's Letters, addressed to Miss Seward, when at his 18 year. Philadelphia. Printed and sold by Enoch Story, in Third Street, third door from Dock " [Sine anno] The pamphlet

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contains, besides what is set forth in the title, after the Letters a Sonnet," to which my MS. poem is an answer, and " 'Edmund of the Vale, &c., by Miss Lee." I give you below the Sonnet as printed in the aforementioned pamphlet, and after it a copy of the MS. on the cover. They are both new to me, and may be so to you and the readers of the Bibliopolist.

SONNET.

RETURN enraptur'd hours

When Delia's heart was mine, When she with wreaths of flowers My temples did entwine.

No jealousy nor care
Corroded in my breast,
But visions light as air

Presided o'er my rest.
Now nightly o'er my bed
No airy visions play,
No florets deck my head,
Each vernal holiday.

For far from these sad plains
The lovely Delia flies,
And wrack'd with tort'ring pains,
The wretched ANDRÉ dies.

COPY OF MANUSCRIPT.

ANSWER TO ANDRÉ'S SONNET. Alas, once happy maid,

I never more more shall see
The youth who at parting said,
"Dear Delia, live for me."
My heart, serenely gay,

Foreboded then no ill;
My thoughts from day to day
Was (?) on my André still.

Now, in some foreign clime,
Dear youth, he is condemned
For Traitor Arnold's crime
To an undeserved end.

Forever I'll deplore

My André's early fate, I'll mourn, And quit my native shore To mourn for him alone.

CHAS. H. HART.

Philadelphia, Dec. 14, 1869.

When and where was Sir Henry Clinton born? Can any of your readers inform me when and where Sir Henry Clinton was born? F. S. H.

New York, January 4, 1870.

John Mein.-In his Hundred Orators of Boston, Mr. Loring speaks of "John Mein, the royalist editor of the Chronicle, and warm opponent of the people," and gives a copy of a "profane acrostic" that appeared on the side of a lantern, carried in procession on "Pope's Day," 1769, in which I have a copy of Mein is coarsely cursed. "Bickerstaff's Boston Almanac" for 1770, which bears the following imprint:

"Printed by Mein and Fleeming, and to be sold by John Mein, at the London Bookstore, north side of King Street."

It has on its title-page a portrait of James Otis. It contains the celebrated "Massachusetts Song of Liberty;" and it is filled. with the most stirring sentiments of opposition to the Government of Great Britain.

Was John Mein the editor of the Chronicle and John Mein the Bookseller the same person? B. J. L. The Ridge, Dover, N. Y., Dec., 1869.

The First English Catalogue.

The state of learning in the eighth century may be conjectured from the poetic catalogue of books in the celebrated library of Egbert, Archbishop of York. which, as Mr Sharon Turner says, is the oldest catalogue of books, perhaps, existing in all the regions of literature, certainly the oldest existing in England. This curious document, which is in Latin, has been imitated; it opens thus:

Here duly placed on consecrated grouud,

The studied works of many an age are found,

The ancient fathers' reverend remains,

The Roman laws which freed a world from chains,
Whate'er of lore passed from immortal Greece,
To Latium lands, and gained a rich increase;
All that blest Israel drank in showers from heaven,
Or Afric sheds, soft as the dew of even:
Jerom, the father 'mong a thousand sons,
And Hilary, whose sense profusely runs.

Where can I find a more complete description of this catalogue? W. T. K.

The Canadian Illustrated Newspaper is the name of a new paper published in Canada.

P. E. Abel, Philadelphia, has begun the publication of a series of portraits of public characters, principally of persons connected with the Drama, as actors, authors and critics. Forrest, Booth, Murdoch and Durang are to be the first. The portraits are in Photography.

The

Hans Breitmann in Church and other new Ballads are soon to be published by Peterson Bros. Garstangs, by T. A. Trollope, is also in press.

Southland Writers is the title of a volume of Biographical and Critical Sketches of the Living Female Writers of the South, with Extracts from their Writings by Ida Raymond, recently published by Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger, Philadelphia. 2 vols.

The editor has given prominence to the writers who were contributors to Confederate Journals, discarding well known Southern authors on the "other side."

The Living Writers of the South, by Prof. Davidson, is a recent publication by Carleton, New York. This volume contains a complete list of all the writings of the authors mentioned, besides biographies and extracts.

Old and New is the name of a new monthly Magazine, of which the first number was published in December, by Messrs. Hurd & Houghton.

Puck is the title of "Ouida's" new work. (Lippincotts. Publishers.)

Mr. John Swinton, for many years an editorial writer on the Times, is writing a work entitled "Ten Years of Journalism."

William Cullen Bryant is now seventy-five. His new translation of Homer's Iliad is about to appear; and he is at work on a Spanish translation. In addition, he is presiding at scientific and art meetings, and making excellent speeches.

"The Story of a Bad Boy" has not so bright a title in the English reprints, where it appears as "The Story of NOT a very Bad Boy."

Mr. O'Shea, New York, has published the Life and Letters of Mrs. Seton, whose maiden name was Baily, and who, having been converted to Roman .Catholicism, became the founder of the Sisters of Charity in this country, the first of which was established at Emettsburg.

Divisions in the Society of Friends is the title of a little volume by Thomas H. Speakman (Lippincott & Co., Philadelphia). It is a vindication of the Hicksite side of the great Quaker controversy.

Augustus Maverick, formerly of The New York Times, now of The Evening Post, an editor of talent and experience and a good writer, is author of a book soon to be issued by the Hartford subscription" house of A. S. Hale & Co, entitled "Henry J. Raymond and the New York Press for Thirty Years." It will be instructive and entertaining.

An announcement just made by the publishers of Every Saturday must be placed among the important literary news of the coming year. The paper is to be illustrated and completely changed in torm, adopting the general style and size of Harper's Weekly, without, however, altering the character of its literary contents. Messrs. Fields, Osgood & Co promise to make it "the handsomest illustrated paper in America." The illustrations are to be engraved from designs by leading European artists, including Faed, Frith, Sir Francis Grant, Charles Keene, Leighton, Marcus Stone, Du Maurier, and Harrison Weir; and they are to embrace views of famous places, incidents of life and travel, portraits of living celebrities, and copies of celebrated paintings. From the similarity of the advertisements we judge that Every Saturday purposes reproducing the best cuts from the new English weekly, The Graphic. The result of this new programme will of course be to inflame the rivalry between the great Boston house and the great house in Franklin-square, and to improve the character of both the pictorial journals. Perhaps it may result in giving us something as good as The Illustrated London News.

Court Circles of the Republic; or, the Beauties and Celebrities of the Nation; illustrating Life and Society under eighteen Presidents. Illustrated with original portraits on steel. By Mrs. F. E. Ellett, with sketches by Mrs. R E. Mack. Sold by subscription only. Hartford Publishing Company.

White and Red; a Narrative of Life among the Northwest Indians. By Helen C. Weeks. Published by Hurd & Houghton.

Mr. F. W. Evans has published (Mount Lebanon, N. Y.) an Autobiography of a Shaker. His volume is chiefly an exposition of the Apocalypse. It is a strange affair throughout, and will never convert the

world.

Mrs. Oliphant, the novelist, is declared to be the author of the "Biographies of the Reign of George II.," which have lately attracted so much attention in Blackwood's Magazine." They will be published in book form by Roberts Brothers, Boston, who also have in press .6 Freiligrath's Poems," edited by his daughter.

George Cruikshank is illustrating John B Gough's book for the English market.