The International Weekly Miscellany - Volume I, No. 3 | Page 9

to be in New York next autumn,
with a company of French actors.
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Mr. G.P.R. James arrived in New York on the Fourth, and "landed
amid discharges of artillery, the huzzas of assembled thousands, and
such an imposing military display as is rarely seen in this country
except on occasions of great moment and universal interest." He is
certainly entitled to all the ceremonious honors he will receive during
his summer in America, for no man living, probably, has contributed
more to the quiet and rational pleasure of the people here than this
prolific but always intelligent and gentlemanly author. We have it from
the best authority that Mr. James does not intend in any way whatever
to meddle with the copyright question, and that he will not write a book
about us on his return to England. He visits the United States for a
season's agreeable relaxation, with his family, comprising his wife and
daughter and three sons. The London Morning Chronicle, in a review
of one of his recent compositions, has the following piece of criticism,
in contemplation of the present interruption of Mr. James's labors:--
"A season without two or three novels from Mr. James would be a
marked year in the world of letters. There is not a power-loom in all
Manchester which works with more untiring, unswerving regularity.
Does Mr. James ever stop to think, to eat, to drink, to sleep? Is he ever
sick? Has he ever a headache? Is he ever out of sorts, even as other men
are, when they turn away from the inkstand as from a bottle of physic?
We do not believe it. We sometimes doubt whether Mr. James be a
man at all. Is he mortal? Has he flesh and blood, or is he some
indefinite unheard-of machine, some anomaly of nature, some freak of
creation, whose mission is to make novels--and who accordingly spins,
spins away, and never leaves off for a moment--never! We know how
M. Dumas manages to rear his wonderful literary offspring. With all
Mr. James's fertility, however, the Frenchman has a thousand times Mr.
James's invention. The romances of the latter are simply a series of
ever-changing, yet never novel variations upon the one original theme

furnished by Sir Walter Scott. Dumas, with his eighty volumes a year,
yet manages to be ever fresh, ever new. Nobody knows, till he reads it,
what a novel of the Frenchman's will be. Everybody, even before he
cuts open page one, can tell you the certain features, the stereotyped
characters, which flourish in eternal youth in the never-ending
productions of James. It is only calling them by other names, and
dressing them in different costumes--altering, in the description of a
castle, the dais from the one end of the great hall to the other, or some
such important revolution--and presto, Mr. James can whip the
personages and the places who flourished in one country and in one
century right slap into another generation and another land. The thing is
done in a moment, and you have a new novel before you--just as new,
at all events, as is any in his list of a hundred."
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Botta's "Nineveh" has at last reached completion at Paris. It consists of
five folio volumes of the largest size; only 400 copies have been
printed; 300 of them are to be distributed by the Government, and 100
for booksellers, to be sold. The price is 1800 francs a copy, or about
$600, the total expense of the edition being 296,000 fr. or not far from
$55,000. The publication of the work on so expensive a scale,
unaccompanied by an edition cheap enough for ordinary readers, is a
great blunder; at least the reputation of the author suffers from it. The
book does not reach those for whom it is written, while of Layard's
work at least 10,000 copies have been sold, exclusive of the sale in
America.
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Arago announces that he will at last begin the printing of his long
prepared but not yet published works. His health is deeply shattered.
When the Provincial Government ceased to exist he was so weak that
he could scarcely walk, but since then repose has considerably recruited
his strength, but he does well to undertake the long postponed
publication of his studies. The first issued will be on Measuring the
Intensity of Light, which he is now reading to the Academy;
subsequently he will bring out the Astronomy, so long waited for. It is

true that some years since a book was printed with this title, composed
from notes of some of his lectures; this work has passed through many
editions and has been translated into other languages, though he has