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JUNE 15, 1866.
"The Grand Addition to the Geography of Inner Africa made by Mr. Baker."
Just Ready, in one vol. 8vo.,
With Maps, numerous Illustrations engraved on wood, by J. COOPER, from Sketches by Mr. BAKER, and a Chromo-lithograph Frontispiece of the GREAT LAKE from which the
NILE FLOWS, and Portraits of Mr. and Mrs. BAKER, beautifully
"ALBERT NYANZA"-Great Basin of the Nile;
Explorations of the Nile Sources.
SAMUEL WHITE BAKER, M. A., F. R. G. S.,
*And Gold Medallist of the Royal Geographical Society.
"We may well rejoice when we welcome to this country that most enterprising, skilful, and large-hearted traveller, SAMUEL BAKER. * * In all his arduous and perilous travels, our medallist was accompanied by Mrs. Baker, to whom, as he himself has told me, much of his success is due, and who by her conduct has shown what the wife of a gallant explorer can accomplish in duty to her husband.”—Sir Roderick I. Murchison, Bart., in his Address to the Royal Geographical Society, Nov. 13, 1865.
"In the history of the Nile there was a void; its sources were a mystery. The ancients devoted much attention to this problem; but in vain. The Emperor Nero sent an expedition under the command of two centurions, as described by Seneca. Even Roman energy failed to break the spell that guarded these secret fountains. The expedition sent by Mehemet Ali Pasha, the celebrated Viceroy of Egypt, closed a long term of unsuccessful search. The work has now been accomplished. Three English parties, and only three, have at various periods started upon this obscure mission: each has gained its end. RRUCE won the Source of the Blue Nile; SPEKE and GRANT won the Victoria Source of the great White Nile; and I have been permitted to succeed in completing the Nile Sources by the discovery of the great reservoir of the equatorial waters, the Albert Nyanza, from which the river issues as the entire White Nile.
Having thus completed the work, after nearly five years passed in Africa, there still remains a task before I must take the reader of this volume by the hand, and lead him step by step along my rough path from the beginning to the end: through scorching deserts and thirsty sands; through swamp, and jungle, and interminable morass; through difficulties, fatigues, and sickness, until I bring him, faint with the wearying journey, to that high cliff where the great prize shall burst upon his view-from which he shall look down upon the vast Albert Lake, and drink with me from the Sources of the Nile! **** Should anything offend the sensitive mind, and suggest the unfitness of the situation for a woman's presence, I must beseech my fair readers to reflect that the pilgrim's wife followed him weary and footsore through all his difficulties, led, not by choice, but by devotion; and that, in times of misery and sickness, her tender care saved his life and prospered the expedition. ✶ ✶ ✶ ✶ The journey is long, the countries savage; there are no ancient histories to charm the present with memories of the past; all is wild and brutal, hard and unfeeling, devoid of that holy instinct instilled by nature into the heart of man-the belief in a Supreme Being. In that remote wilderness in Central Equatorial Africa are the Sources of the Nile." -(From Preface.)
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JULY 2, 1866.
OUR CONTINENTAL CORRESPONDENCE. PARIS, May 11, 1866.
I HAVE more than once alluded to the controversy between our authors and publishers in regard to copyright. I have showed you how shamefully underpaid the former, and especially dramatic authors, were. You will consequently read without surprise the following petulance and statements "The artistic and literary tribes, saturated with gas, tired of the deceptions and excitements of the theatre, are already the first people who run beyond the city walls to seek pure air, sincere milk, and charming landscapes. But for most literary men the majority of the landscapes in the neighborhood of Paris are distressing. Good heavens! what horrid landscapes are landscapes in which publishers' country houses are to be discovered! The publisher is the sea-nettle of all thinkers, composers, and writers. We do not speak of musical publishers. Were they active, ardent, ingenious, they must always suffer from the malediction which lies on the art itself. Their life must be hard. Attila said: 'Wherever my horse puts down his foot no grass grows there.' Thus where music goes money never appears under anybody's foot. But where literature appears money goes away with the publisher. All authors - from the most famished authors of antiquity, to the poets of the last ages who begged their bread in kitchens, and to the authors of our day most afflicted with what the Romans called egestas literatorum, which is now familiarly translated hard up,' or 'druked'-all authors have amassed treasures of hatred for these insatiable sea-nettles. Consequently, nothing is more painful to see than the outlines of a handsome country house, or of a vast chateau (they are not few) belonging to a publisher. It is therefore no matter for astonishment if we heartily approve a recent resolution of the Dramatic Authors and Composers' Society. They have established a publishing agency for no other purpose but to enable its members to print and publish under given conditions the plays composed by them which have been acted on the stage. This simple and useful establishment was founded in consequence of an excellent report made by M. Ferdinand Dugué. He says in it: What is the publisher? He is a parasite go-between, who for personal profit interposes between the producer and the buyer. Suppress the go-between, you who are the real producers, and the profits which fell into the hands of this parasite third party will naturally and directly fall into your own hands. . . . The present relations between dramatic author and publisher are generally composed of three periods.. The first is that in which the publisher scarcely ever pays-nay, often makes the author pay him for publishing. You commence your career of dramatic author. Your first piece has been played. It has succeeded modestly; delighted with this success, confident of the future, you pant to see your piece in print. You wait for the publisher's visit, and as he does not call on you, you call on him. He begins by refusing to listen to your propositions. You insist, you | almost beg, and it is not unprecedented he at last agrees to publish you for nothing. But as a play is a very bad speculation, as this sort of goods has no market, as the returns of the sales will not cover the cost of publication (such is the language of the publisher) you surrender to him a share of your provincial copyright, which share of the copyright belongs like your manuscript in fee-simple to him. The second period is that in which the publisher does sometimes pay. You are no longer the first comer; you have, by dint of labor and talents, conquered some reputation; he now proposes you to
enter into contract with him at so much an act for five or six years. During the third period the publisher opens his purse; he bleeds, he pays! Ay, he even pays very dearly, and the reason is selfevident. He finds the author in possession of fame and glory; he knows the sale is sure, and the profits will be enormous. The more he pays, the greater will be his profits. The trade of dramatic publisher has this peculiar advantage: he never risks any thing; all his speculations are sure to be profitable; he lends only to success, and this success, which emanates from you, which is due only to you, this success which ought by rights to belong entirely to you, will yield to the go-between ten, twenty, a hundred times more money than he gave you as your share of the copyright.' The objection may be made to M. Dugué: Do you wish the author to become publisher, and abandon his time and peace to the most fickle chance of success? Do you not see that in appealing to this go-between, which you would thrust aside, the author averts all care and all peril from himself? If he has hereafter wings, the publisher's shop will have served him for rest during his callow days. If he be unable to fly, this nest will have protected him against all grievous falls? M. Dugué replies to these objections by his plan, which is now carried into execution: his agency patronized and superintended by the Society of Authors. In this way the author is not obliged to become publisher. As for the question of risks, he states and resolves them in this way: The cost of a last piece, such as is sold for 60c., is 125f. for 1000 copies, and nets when sold, after deducting 40 per cent. for general expenses, 460f.; consequently, if the author sells 275 copies, he covers all expenses, and if he sells the whole 1000 copies, he has 725f. clear profit. The cost of a two or three act piece, such as is sold for 1f., costs 200f. the 1000 copies, and nets when sold, after 40 per cent. have been deducted for general expenses, 600f.; consequently, if the author sells 335 copies, he covers all expenses; if he sells the whole 1000 copies, he pockets 665f. clear profit. The cost of a piece in four or five acts, such as is sold for 1f. 50c., is 315f. the 1000 copies, and nets when sold, after 40 per cent. have been deducted, 900f.; if the author sells 350 copies, he covers all expenses; if he sells the whole 1000, he pockets 650f. clear profit. I add,' continues M. Dugué, and this is a most important fact, there is always a rapid, sure, as it were forced sale of 350 or 500 copies of every piece played in Paris. The expenses of the agency are set down for the present at 15 per cent. The general agent is M. Louis Lacour, who is himself a literary man, and not one of the least erudite among them. Dramatic authors may consequently be assured their interests are in every respect in the best possible hands. He gives them, moreover, another important guarantee: he has no rural tastes; he will buy no country-house.'”
I have not, for want of space, noticed the mournful condition of M. Charles Baudelaire, a poet who has attracted notice by his skill in the use of language, and by his extravagant eccentricities, and by his translation of Poe's tales. He is of good family, and not so dependent upon fortune as is commonly believed. His friends declare he "still has $8,000 left of his estate;" but I am afraid he is a good deal in debt, for he lives at Brussels, although he (with the narrow spirit of the French, which makes them uneasy everywhere away from the Boulevard des Italiens) hates Brussels, Belgium, and the Belgians. He has nearly completed a satirical work on that hospitable country, by way of paying for the protection it afforded him; it was to be entitled "Poor Belgium !" All of his friends rejoice
JULY 2, 1866.
hend suffice even to the atom to triumph over the
this calumny has not appeared in print. It seems he returned one day from a party of friends in excellent spirits: he had never been more agreeable. Upon reaching his lodgings he became giddy, and fell on the floor, unable to move hand or foot. He lay in this way for some time, until the servant entered the room. He was at once conveyed to the hospital. His disease was paralysis, but attended with most extraordinary complications. It is said, to depict the character of the man, he heard this announcement with some pleasure; even in his diseases he was different from most men! His family were summoned from Paris. His mother, having married a second time, is the wife of General Aupick, a French senator. He was removed from the hospital, and made as comfortable as may be. He lies not alive, nor yet quite dead. He can utter but two words-yes and no. His mind is not entirely extinguished, but even about this, there are conflicting opinions. It seems beyond hope he can ever leave his bed again. He will be for the rest of his life a paralytic idiot. He is still unable to bear the journey from Brussels to Paris. It is believed he cannot live many weeks longer. I regret to record the death of M. Paulin Des-offends good taste-“Jesus Christ Crucified by Erlandes. He was originally a singer at the Opera Comique; having lost his voice, he became a dramatic author, and wrote some fifty comedies, dramas, and vaudevilles, some of which were highly successful; for instance, "La Poissade" ran 100 nights.
M. Gustave Doré, to give M. Théophile Gautier a token of gratitude for the pains he has taken ever since M. Doré made his appearance in the world of art, has illustrated M. Gautier's last work, "Le Capitaine Fracasse."
The French emperor's "History of Julius Cæsar" has advanced one step towards completion; the second volume, an octavo of 585 pages, containing the third and fourth books of the work, has appeared; it ends with the passage of the Rubicon. The walls of Paris are covered with a glaring handbill announcing the publication of a work in answer to M. Rénan's volumes; it has a title which
nest Rénan." A story is current which well illustrates the character of M. Rénan's success: A lady received a call from one of her intimate friends; She ordered the servant to say, "Madam begs you will be so good as to excuse her; she is reading an interesting novel, and cannot lay down the book until she finds out how the story ends." The story was M. Rénan's "Life of Jesus." This week Messrs. Lacroix & Co. sold all the copies of "Ocean's Laborers;" the "Evenement" required 7,700 copies to supply the calls of its subscribers, and it was necessary these copies should be delivered within 48 hours. Messrs. Lahure & Co., the well-known printers, undertook the contract, and performed it within the agreed time. These three volumes contained 62 sheets of 16 pages each; say, multiplying them by 7,700 copies, 477,400 sheets, and 7,638,400 pages; which, if put end to end, would stretch out 286,440 yards. These printers fulfilled this contract without interrupting the accustomed business of the office.
M. Jules Janin has been "received" at Le Caveau, the famous convivial society, celebrated by Desaugiers, Beranger, and many other song-writers. M. Clairville, the gay vaudeville writer, the president of the night, greeted him with a merry song. It is still a disputed question here whether Jean Jacques Rousseau died a natural death or fell by his own hand. A recent dissertation by Dr. Dubois (d'Amiens), Perpetual Secretary of the Academy of Medicine, argues Rousseau committed suicide.
It is stated by a great many people we will see Prince de Talleyrand's Memoirs published this fall. I have been unable to ascertain the truth on the subject. It was positively stated, at M. de Bacourt's death, he had provided in his will they should not be published for many-if I remember rightly, thirty-years. But the Duchess de Dino, Talleyrand's niece, was invested, it was believed, with a veto upon this provision of the will, and she has annulled it. The work, it is said, will simultaneously be printed at London, Vienna, and here. I am told voluminous memoirs about Prince von Schwartzenberg are upon the eve of being published at Vienna; and about Prince von Hartdenberg will soon appear at Berlin. . M. Guizot has returned to his estate, Val Richer, near Lisieux; before he quitted Paris he corrected the last sheets of the 22d volume of his "Religious Meditations," which will appear in the course of a few days. The seventh volume of his Memoirs will not be published until next spring; they will narrate the story of his life until the 20th February, 1848-the eve M. Louis Blanc is suing the Count of the Revolution. The eighth volume, describing de Cambaceres and M. Leprince, his publisher. that catastrophe, and bringing down the work to The Count de Cambaceres agreed to furnish M. M. Guizot's death, will not appear until his life Leprince, the publisher, money enough to bring out closes. It is said his correspondence will be pub- M. Louis Blanc's "History of the French Revolished after this mournful event; his correspond- lution" in numbers, at two cents each, and to pay ence will be extremely interesting-no less than M. Louis Blanc $1,000 a volume, copyright. The 1200 letters from Louis Philippe upon every event first volume appeared; but the speculation, so far which has taken place from 1840 to 1848. His faith from being as profitable as it was hoped, barely in his father's creed is firmer than ever. M. covered expenses, and the Count de Cambaceres. Victor Hugo has written to one of his friends closed his purse to author and publisher. They here an interesting commentary on his last work, both have appealed to the law for her lever to force "Ocean's Laborers." He says: "I sought to glorify it open. labor, will, devotion-everything which makes man great. I wished to demonstrate the most implacable of abysses in the heart, and that what escapes the sea does not escape woman. I wished to demonstrate that in questions of love Do Everything is vanquished by Do Nothing-Gilliatt by Ebenezer. I sought to demonstrate that to will and to compre
A French author went into ecstasies the other week over "that noble line of Sir Thomas More's, the celebrated Irish poet, monody, 'We left him alone in his glory!"" These French! . . The French newspapers mention, in biographical notices of Mr. Peabody of London, it was at his expense Dr. Kane's expedition to search for Sir John Frank
JULY 2, 1866.
NOTES ON BOOKS, &c. IN NEW YORK.-The "United States Service Magazine," with the current (30th) number, being the last of Vol. V., announces its discontinuance, and gracefully hopes that it may be long before another war shall require its resurrection.
The book trade in New York is quiet.
lin was made. . . It is said, during a recent dis- | of gentlemen of the legal profession in this and cussion in the French Academy, the Duke de Noailles other States, as well as most useful and acceptable exclaimed, in reply to an argument advanced by an to the student and merchant. Messrs. Bloomfield opponent: "Terence! Ah! that is possible, for I have & Steel are sure to get them up in a style which forgotten almost all the Greek I ever knew." will be worthy of the works, as books published by M. Thiers states Nelson was at the bombardment them always are. We hope that all persons who of Copenhagen, which took place in 1807; Nelson wish to see our home books published by home peodied in 1805! Some two or three years ago ple will come forward and sustain the house, which an eminent resident of Passy (the West Philadel- is enterprising and liberal enough to make the trial. phia of Paris) brought a friend to town with him, -New Orleans Crescent. and carried him to the house of a college chum, where he was going to breakfast, saying, as he presented his neighbor to his chum and wife, "Let me present you the most célèbre sauteur of France. He now lives at Passy. I am proud and delighted to have him for a neighbor." The chum and wife were most cordial in their greeting; they evidently were delighted to receive so distinguished a man; they had long admired him with enthusiasm. Breakfast was served. The most célèbre sauteur, feeling quite out of his element, said little. Everybody paid him, nevertheless, the most marked attention, and after the cloth was removed, the mistress of the house said to him, with her most gracious smile: "Will you not deign to give us some taste of your talents?" He answered: "It has been a long time, ma'am, since I was in practice; but if you wish it, I am at your orders." He rose. There was a dead silence. He gave a bound, and the next instant he had hold of the iron rod to which the table-lamp was suspended from the ceiling, and was turning summersaults between the ceiling and the table, to the stupefaction of everybody but his friend. The chum ran up to his friend, and asked in a whisper: "Why, whom in the deuce have you brought us?" "Whom? Why, Auriol, the clown of the circus. Did you not recognize him?" "Good gracious, no! You said the most célèbre auteur of France, and we all made sure 'twas Lamartine." G. S.
NOTES ON BOOKS AND BOOKSELLERS.
MR. J. WHITAKER, editor and proprietor of the "London Bookseller," is now on a visit to this country, partly on business and partly for pleasure. Mr. Whitaker is a gentleman of intelligence and energy, and is well known to the trade throughout the States as the publisher of the " Bookseller," a journal of influence and great usefulness to all who read or handle books. We trust his visit may prove profitable and pleasant.
M. DOOLADY, New York, has issued a prospectus of Simson's History of the Gypsies, with Specimens of their Language.
On the 1st of July the firm of Scribner & Co. will be succeeded by that of Scribner, Welford, & Co. The new firm, we have no doubt, will continue to exhibit all the enterprise, skill, and taste of the old.
CIVIL CODE OF LOUISIANA AND CODE OF PRACTICE.Those enterprising law publishers, Messrs. Bloomfield & Steel, announce to the public, through the columns of the "Crescent" this morning, that they will shortly publish the Civil Code of the State of Louisiana, with all the statutory amendments from 1825 to 1866 inclusive, which will also contain references to the decisions of the Supreme Court to the sixteenth volume of Annual Reports, with a complete index. The work is to be compiled and edited by James O. Fuqua, Esq., attorney-at-law. The same house will also publish the Code of Practice in the Civil Cases for the State of Louisiana, with statutory amendments during the same period, as mentioned above, and also containing references to the decisions of the Supreme Court of the State, edited and compiled by the same gentleman. These works will be most valuable additions to the libraries
Mr. John Russell Bartlett's new bibliographical work on the literature of the rebellion makes no acknowledgments to any of the gentlemen who furnished him with materials. One of these, S. Hastings Grant, Esq., at that time Librarian of the New York Mercantile Library, contributed several hundred titles.
R. W. EMERSON.-The entire works of Mr. Emer
son, complete in two volumes, are the next to appear in Bohn's Standard Library.
BAYARD TAYLOR.-Reviewing "The Story of Kennett," the "London Athenæum" says, “Mr. Bayard Taylor has written a story that will please his fellow-countrymen by its associations, and strangers by its intrinsic merit."
AMERICAN SUBJECTS.-In an English literary jour nal we see advertised, "The Naturalist in British Columbia and Vancouver's Island, by John Keast Lord, F. Z. S., late Naturalist to the British North American Boundary Commission," in two volumes, richly illustrated, followed by " After the Storm; or, Brother Jonathan and his Neighbors in 1865-'66, by J. E. H. Skinner, Barrister-at-Law, author of "The Tale of Danish Heroism,'" also in two volumes.
LIFE OF BEETHOVEN.-Mr. Thayer, who is now U. S. Consul at Trieste, writes from that place: "I have had the first part of my manuscript Life of Beethoven translated into German, and it is in the hands of the printer. I have already had good reason to be pleased at having adopted this course, since my translator, who resides in Bonn, has been able to follow up my researches there, and discov ered some valuable additions to my own materials, which my removal to this place, and confinement here by official duties, would have prevented me from doing myself. I have had two applications from England for leave to translate my Beethoven work. I reply, that as English is my native tongue I prefer to send my own manuscript in my own style to press! As I read over the proof-sheets, I am delighted with my translator, and, at the same time, astonished at the fine result of my long-conallusions to Beethoven down as late as 1800 or 1805, tinued researches. Should you find any kind of please to note them for me. My official duties take up so much of my time as to prevent me from going on as I could wish with my literary labors, but I can use all this material." hope on, hope ever.' The time must come when
PEACOCK, THE NOVELIST.-The late Thomas Love Peacock, who died not long ago, held a lucrative office in the India House, London, for many years, and there made the acquaintance of Charles Lamb, with whom a great friendship eventually sprang up. Mr. Peacock wrote several peculiar novels ("Headlong Hall," "Crotchet Castle," &c.) full of startling paradoxes, saucy satire, and sensible