10. REPUBLICAN LANDMARKS: the views and opinions of American Statesmen on Foreign Immigration. By John P. Sanderson. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippincott & Co. This work has been prepared professedly with the view of promoting the ends of the new political party lately organised in our midst. The author, with a zeal worthy of a better cause, has entered into many minute details and lengthened arguments, all tending to traduce the fair fame of our adopted fellow-citizens, to lower them in the estimation and excite against them the hostility of those who have been born on this side of the Atlantic. Our prisons and work-houses are visited, and Mr. Sanderson discovers that foreigners, in proportion to their numbers in the country, almost in every instance make up a hundred per cent. of the inmates of those institutions; the same with our almshouses; so that one would imagine, in reading his work, that the foreign population of the country, as a body, consisted of a set of felons and paupers. He can see no good, no redeeming quality in them. Even the love they cherish for the fond ones they left behind them in their native soil, and their generous efforts to relieve their wants and solace their affliction, is a crime in the eyes of the author. He complains and charges that they have remitted more money to countries from hence they migrated than they brought with them, and exclaims: "Having contributed nothing to the aggregate wealth of the country, what claim then have they to its charitable considerations? And yet, whose means, but the natives of this country and those identified with them, feeds these paupers and educates their children? And how much of the public expenses is incurred by the crimes committed by the vicious portion of them, which has to be borne also by those among whom they have sought a home?" To refute these silly and narrowminded interrogatories, is not our purpose; indeed, to do so, would be to do too much honor to the work. The illiberality which dictated them, is their best refutation.

The Catholic Church in this country, also comes in for its full share of the foul misrepresentation of the author. The illustrious Archbishop of New York, and his "organ," the Freeman's Journal, are made to figure conspicuously in the pages of the work; and Dr. Brownson, whom he calls "the celebrated priest Brownson," is brought to task for daring to express himself freely on certain political questions. He reiterates, without a blush, all the groundless charges of the most bigoted and anti-Catholic press against the Catholic clergy, and reasoning from them as if they were so many undeniable truths, he seeks to justify the hostility to Catholicity at present so rampant in the country. He gravely tells us:

"The strenuous efforts made by a foreign priesthood to obtain into their possession, and to exercise exclusive control over all the property of their church: their attempts to exclude the Bible from the public schools, and to divide the school fund of the States for sectarian purposes; and their haughty, domineering, insolent and very often abusive language used by them towards all differing with them in religious sentiments, have much to create public indignation against them, and produce hostile feelings towards all foreigners of their class." Again we are told, that: "The disgraceful scenes at Hartford, which ended in the death of Father Brady; and those in Newark, Philadelphia, Buffalo and other places, originating in the attempts of bishops to force congregations to surrender all control over their church property into the hands of these bishops, and the arrogant and tyrannical conduct of the latter, might, in addition to what has already been cited, be mentioned as contributing largely to arouse so strong, indignant and general feeling among Americans against foreign influence in this country.' But we have cited enough to give our readers a general idea of the nature and design of the work. It may meet with favor among those whose credulity is only surpassed by their hatred of foreigners and Catholicity, but with every right-minded and honorable man in the community, it will only excite feelings of disgust; and when the ephemeral party which it seeks to aid, has passed away, the "Republican Landmarks" will sink quietly into oblivion, or if it exist at all, it will be only in a few isolated copies on the shelves of some bookseller's stall, serving to remind some future generation of the intolerance of the present.

BOOKS RECEIVED.—Memorials of His Time. By Henry Cockburn. D. Appleton & Co.; and from the same publishers we have received A New Chapter in the Early Life of Washington. By John Pickell.

Editors' Table.

"BUT to sum up a long argument in a few words, I tell you, gentlemen," said Father Carroll, after a protracted discussion on the merits of Mr. Savage's Revolution of '98 and '48, "the author is a restless and heated partizan, who views every thing through the jaundice of his own diseased imagination. The dreams of Young Ireland' are the idols of his affection. In the supporters of this party he can discover no fault; in its opponents, he can scarcely recognize a single virtue. His friends he covers with eulogy, while he deals out the most unsparing condemnation upon those who differ from his views. The man that could say of O'Connell, the boast of Ireland and the pride of her sons, that while talking of liberty, he was a model tyrant, and, preaching toleration, he never practiced it;' that, when he met Ireland in public life, she had a healthy frame-a stalwarth body as his own; when he left her, she was also like him in being imbecile;' that, in his death he carried his sectionality-he bequeathed his dust to Ireland, which his teaching had helped to make almost a desert. His heart, as if to identify the partizan inspiration under which it throbbed, he ordered to Rome... Judged in his totality, O'Connell deserved at the time of his death no gratitude from Ireland, and was entitled to no respect. . . His conduct was most prejudicial to the interest, and most prejudicial to the morals and character of his country;'the man, I repeat, that can speak thus of Daniel O'Connell, is entitled to little credit, and less of respect."

"I heartily agree with you, Father Carroll," rejoined Mr. Oliver. "Shame on the man claiming the title of historian, who would venture to charge Daniel O'Connell, the ever fearless champion of civil and religious liberty, with being a foe to toleration, and who would unblushingly tell us that his conduct was most prejudicial to the morals and character of the country!"

"Shame!" exclaimed O'Moore, rising from the table with his countenance glowing with indignation, "the man that can thus deliberately traduce the fair fame of the illustrious dead, is lost to shame."

"But we have lost too much time on this unworthy production," continued O'Moore, "let us see what our table contains in the way of poetry. Here is an offering (holding up a paper) from our old friend Fidelia. It contains a lesson which we commend to our readers. From the fate of the king of Israel, let them learn the fate of those who, forsaking God, presumptuously trust to their own strength."

Here O'Moore read the piece, as follows:

THE FATE OF SAUL.

All Israel mourns a prophet dead;
The lips of Saul are white with fear;
For bristling on the dusty plain,
Philistia's hosts in sight appear.

Forsaken by Jehovah now,

Nor prophet, priest, or heaven-sent dream,

Doth answer to his questioning

For him, nor light nor hope can beam.

The Lord hath left him low and dark;
He vainly thinks he can be wise-
His kingly aspect he conceals,

His warlike form wraps in disguise,
And, 'neath the raven wing of night,
He seeks the witch of Endor's cell,
If by her unhallowed arts she may
Aught of the coming morrow tell.

Where God hath hidden, who shall find?
Dark road to knowledge, which, thro' gloom
Of spectral charm and mumbled spell,

Disturb'st the dwellers of the tomb!
O, for the Seer who poured the oil
Upon his towering, youthful head,
And called him king with sacred voice!
But he, alas! is with the dead.

The precinct of his blessed repose
Has ne'er by wicked feet been trod,
There waits he the "Expected One;
But lo! majestic as a god,

An old man riseth silently;

His sunken eyes deep wisdom told,
All moveless hangs his wintry beard,
All moveless hangs the mantle fold.

His sculptured hands are on his breast;
He speaks with sad severity;-
"Ah! why hast thou disturbed my rest?

Why brought me back to earth and thee?"
Saul's eyes grow dim, his limbs are weak,
Those limbs that crushed the foes of God-
Prone to the earth the warrior king

Falls, all but lifeless, like a clod.

And muttering in accents faint:
"Ah me! I am in great distress,

God has departed far from me;

He will not hear me, will not bless,

And therefore have I called on thee!"

And Samuel answered: "When the Lord

Hath left thee, askest thou of me?

Thou didst not listen to His Word.

"Hear! Israel's host to-morrow falls,
From thee the sceptre God will rend,
To-morrow thy three sons shall die,
And thy own life be at an end;
Thy body, hacked by heathen steel,
Shall on a Hebrew sword expire-
Thy armor, hung in Astaroth,
Shall fill thine enemies' desire!"

FIDELIA.

"Our thanks to Fidelia," exclaimed Father Carroll at the conclusion of the reading. "While we are grateful for past favors, we beg to assure him, that his contributions are ever welcome to our table."

"Add, Father Carroll," said O'Moore, "that our readers have impatiently complained of late, that his contributions have come like 'angels' visits!""

"Our readers, like ourselves," rejoined the Rev. gentleman, with a smile, "must learn and practice the virtue of patience. The muse of inspiration is not to be rashly importuned."

"The following piece of classical lore, though fabricated on the banks of the Potomac, is not unworthy of the bard of Mantua," said O'Moore, handing the gem to Father Carroll, marked on the broad page of an exchange.

"A fish story, I perceive," said the Rev. gentleman.

"Not exactly; it is only an invitation to the Hon. Secretary of State, to relax for a while the duties of his station, and, having sought some shady nook on the banks of the great river that sweeps by the Capitol, to catch, if he can, a few of the finny tribe. The company he is requested to invite, is really select; and I doubt not, but that during this hot season, if he accept the invitation, the honored official will spend an

agreeable and profitable day. But enough said: let our classical readers scan the production, and judge for themselves :"

AN INVITATION TO THE HON. WM. L. MARCY TO GO A FISHING.

O! qui tam bene sustineas tanta onera rerum,

Rempublicam nostram decore alto splendide servans-
Marcye! tempus adest quum pisces arte juvares
Decipere, ac setâ cum arundine adire Potomac ;
Atque super herbas, in quas diffunditur umbra
Arboribus densis, jam sedem sumere amonum,
Ac, dum expectes piscis ingurgitet hamum,
Intro aquas spicere, et vigilantem in somnia labi.

Venite nunc, Mi. Marcye? Sed non ducite Crampton-
Ille Britannus, non quam olim libere notas-

Buchananum sed, trans mare nunc cum honore reversum,
Ac Cushing, variis doctrinis alte peritum.

Est tibi nunc refici, atque severum solvere frontem,
Grotti itemque Vatelii à tergo relinquere tomos.
Mittite decertare super Fœdusque Claytoni
Bulweriique, aut in terrâ, quid, Nicaraguensi
Walkerius tentat, certi quod, post breve tempus
Et pulcherrima jam signum seret ibi Libertas.
Mittite nunc paulum decernere debita pœna,
Finibus in nostris militem conscribere neutrum !
Sed petimus quo decurrunt in rupibus altis
Præcipites undæ; ac muscosis serpit agrestis
In scopulis vitis: que Azalea spargit odores

Ac viola; ubique apis cum murmure pascitur herbis;
Ludit et in foliis ulmorum molliter auster,
Atque inter ramos turdus dulcedine cantat.
Atque legemus quæquæ scripsit carmina Maro;
Aut quod, Anglice, quique vices memoraverit anni;
Aut quoque quod mirabile fuderit Avoniensis.
His ludis formidine sic cessabimus ullâ
Terribilis belli, ac turbis quas Kansia movit.

Venite tunc Mî. Marcye! tunc bona ducite vina !
At ego porro feram Sandwichia; copia linguæ
Sitque bovis; pariter baccæ quas donat torrida Java
Atque puer parvus niger-quem cingit linea mappa,
Crinibus ac tortis-dum ridentes nos discimus illic,
Delicias supplebit, nectareumque liquorum.
Butyrumque recens de montibus Alleghany
Præter erit; his libaque Gautier optima torret,
Ac, fumare velis, fragrantia Nicotiana.

Venite tunc mecum! linquamusque omnia tandem,
Tunc pennam, cathedram, mensamque relinquimus unâ
In diem, et omne quid ad Patruum refert Samuelum.

R. D. C.

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF O'CONNELL.-We intended to present to our readers in the present number, the admirable lecture of the illustrious Archbishop of New York, on the life and times of the great champion of Catholic emancipation; but as that lecture has been so widely circulated through the medium of the weekly press, we forego the pleasure of its insertion.

It would be difficult indeed to do justice to the character of O'Connell, in a single lecture. Nevertheless, the Archbishop has given an able outline of the life and times of this great man, which will be read with deep interest, and go far to remove the prejudice that lingers in the breasts of some, against the illustrious dead. It has been well observed, that, the further we are removed from the time of O'Connell, the more prominently his great qualities stand out in bold relief in the history of his country, and the more willingly even his enemies seem to do justice to his merits. It is only by reflecting on the circumstances by which he was surrounded-the opposition and bigotry of his enemies-the indifference, and often dissensions, among his friends,

obstacles under which any other would have yielded, that the value of O'Connell's services can be properly estimated. The Archbishop has, therefore, rendered to his memory a worthy tribute, showing, in his own graphic and eloquent language, that Ireland, in the person of O'Connell, has produced one of the greatest men of modern times; great as a statesman and a patriot, and sincere in the practice of his religion, as he was ever the able and willing defender of Ireland's faith.

ANNALS OF THE PROPAGATION OF THE FAITH.-The May number of these excellent annals, like those that have preceded it, is replete with valuable and interesting information. While it comes to us as the herald of the far distant missionary, it also brings us information new and important, relative to the mission cause in our own land. The number contains a detailed report of receipts and disbursements of the Association for the year 1855. From this we learn that the Catholics of the United States contributed, during the year 1855, towards the fund for the Propagation of the Faith, about $8,000; and they received, during the same period, for the purpose of promoting religion at home, nearly the sum of $118,000. Truly, if there be any thing wanting to induce the Catholics of this country to take an active part in promoting the noble objects of the Association, it will be supplied in the more than ten-fold ratio in which they are repaid for what they contribute. Thirty-six of the dioceses of the United States have been the recipients of the bounty and the charity of the Association; eighteen only have contributed towards the funds of the institution. It appears, then, that more than one-half of the dioceses of the States remains unrepresented, in a cause that appeals alike equally to all. This should not be so. If the Chinese of Kiang-man, the inhabitants of the Sandwich Islands, and the children of Madagascar, contribute their mite to the great and good cause, surely the Catholics of the United States should not be found wanting in zeal for an association from which they have received such signal favors.

Never, perhaps, was there a time, when the enterprises of our zealous missionaries solicit more strongly the active co-operation of all Catholics. In numerous places, providential events are favorable to the expansion of truth. The Levant has been thrown open to the missionary; in Oceanica, the repression of cannibalism permits the Gospel to re-establish its influence over the soil of New Caledonia.

In Siam, the new king seems to invite the Church to establish itself in his dominions, by announcing to the Holy Father that Buddhism is almost extinct in his States. Thibet, in spite of its almost insuperable barriers, no longer presents any serious obstacles; a missionary is now residing in the country of the Lamas, with permission to found there in peace a Catholic establishment. The soil of Japan itself leaps with joy beneath the tread of apostles, who have gone there to revive the faith of three hundred thousand martyrs. The happy termination of the late European war has opened new avenues to the spread of Catholicity. Indeed, in every direction, the harvest of souls is ripe, and laborers waiting the means necessary to convey them to the scene of action. In some instances, burning with a holy impatience to toil for the salvation of souls, they have transported themselves to the field of their labors, taking with them only the Gospel and the Cross, relying on the protection of Providence, and to the charity of their brethren, to forward them the means of subsistence. Shall it be necessary for them to suspend their march for the want of means? Should their progress be arrested, there would be, through our fault, a forced halt in the conquest of faith; and the zealous missionary might turn to us in accents of reproach and grief, saying: "You had it in your power to have made these souls, that are perishing, your eternal crown, by contributing to the means of their conversion, but you have not availed yourselves of the honor or the privilege!"