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,,.rpoM UNDER BRIsGz; By y. p WILLIS


hI rrho-e might be much said about these letters
=, nerbaps higher praise could not be paid them
% cav that many of them are equal to any
.s;ng @ Lamb ever wrote. There Is more natural,
.bout all of them than Lambs writings
.no,rb an Improvement in this respect might
=. ,b,own in, we think. Mr.. w. possesses a
ss,n perception of the beautiful in nature, and
..,o. letters abound in new illustrations, so to
...ak of Nature herself. There is much talk
-aw ,.days about the greatness Of our common
l;te and the majesty in the simpler forms Of Ma
.n,e around us. The latter truth Mr.. w. has
t,nght more impressively than could be done in a
.honsapd beautiful essays. But one can hardly
.uticise them you know not what to touch
Tho delicate hits-fragments of philosophy-the
nneypected peeping out of grave and beautiful
.boucbt-a touch of faffectation-an earnest poetry
"a witty conceit, and, above all, the evidences
here and there of starting into nober life of the
hackpeyed poet come and 60 like shadows. Few
men could have set down in one place with no.
thing but those common things, Common to most
peope), the grass and trees, around them, and
written such a series of letters. They are not
crave. it is true nor the results Of powerful and
reflective mind. Mr. w. will probably never
write mental philosophy, and the falling Of an
apple would suggest any thing to him sooner than
the law of gravity. But every thing shoald be
indeed by it's kind and it is in this view we
speak of these letters.


After all, it is not SO strange, perhaps, that MIR.
Willis should write interesting letters from so
charming spot We do not mean the spot 'un-
der BRIDGE for we have poor opinion Of that,
having seen it; but the cottage and the land
scape. They were made for poet. The rolling
meadow that stopped gently down to the clear
strean-the trees and hills around, and the bcaut-
fully cut horizon in the distance, made it all scene
Of beauty. When galloping, of q summer evening,
past that nest, fairly buried in foliage, and look
Ing SO quiet and lovely, we have seen, sitting on
slender, delicate white bridge, that spanned the
mockery of rivulet, something that looked very
much like an angel, its curls floating in the sum-
mer breeze while noble tree shook its wealth OF
leaves above her. asif in ecstasy; we have thought
no man had a happier lot


'Trout-fishing' is capital and true to the life
His friend F. though should know better than to
5aita fly hook. 1t is ungcnerous as well as un-
scientific. We do not believe Mr.. W. however,
when, in describing Ills first attempt TO take his
fish, and allowing it to drop off through Ignorance,
he states he was glad Of 1t. We do not believe
the man lives who could be pleased to sec fine,
bright, spotted trout drop from his line. 1t IS as
Leather Stocking would say "onnatral. =
These letters will live when Mr.. Willis's genera
ton has passed away, andare worth at least-t''s
shllings.