GEORGE LAW.

IN sketching the celebrated George Law, I am tempted to indulge in alliteration, at the expense of the rules of rhetoric, but that is of little consequence, since I am writing off-hand takings and not elaborate essays. George Law, then, is the Titan of traders, the colossus of contractors—the mastodon of men. He is upwards of six feet in height, and of perfect proportions, with physical strength to match his Herculean frame. This American Anak has not only the power of a giant and the voice of a Stentor, but the eye of an eagle and the heart of a lion.

He has vital energy enough for a village of ordinary men; and had he lived in the days of the Ancient Romans or Britons he would have been crowned king. See how he sends out armies to level the hills and fill up the vales, and pave our roads with iron. See how he scatters steamboats over our waters. There is nothing small about the man, his plans are great, his conceptions vast, his contracts immense, his fortune princely-even his oaths are plump and unctuous with energy. As Samson carried away the gates of Gaza and afterwards whipped the Philistines, so he would take up the gates of Cuba and slay the Spaniards with the jaw-bones of filibustering

asses.

Like Thor the thunderer he makes his dent wherever he strikes, for he has force of intellect as well as bodily strength,

and a generous heart beats in his broad chest. much of her fame and wealth to such men.

America owes
He is now in

the prime of life, and having an iron temperament and vast field in which to exert his incomparable enterprise, we wish him long life, and hope that his shadow may never be less

DR. JOHN W. FRANCIS. .

DR. J. W. FRANCIS, one of the most distinguished physicians in the city of New York, is an excellent and amiable gentleman of the old school, whose pleasant manners and polite address have won for him many friends in the various walks of life. He is the son of Melchior Francis, a native of Germany, who emigrated to this country shortly after the peace of 1783. The subject of this brief sketch graduated at Columbia college, in 1809, when he commenced the study of medicine, under the supervision of the celebrated Dr. Hosack, and afterwards became his partner in business. He has been a lecturer on materia medica, professor of medicine at Rutgers college, afterwards of obstetrics and forensic medicine, and was the first president of the New York Academy of Medicine. His medical works have earned for him a world-wide reputation. For forty years he has been actively engaged in the duties of his profession; yet amid the incessant toils of his

laborious vocation, he has found time to prepare admirable lectures on various topics. His name is identified with the history of the Empire City, and he is far and away the most conspicuous man there of his profession. A municipal convocation or a public demonstration involving the present or prospective interests of the city would not be called without. consulting him, and his absence from such a gathering would be noticed and deplored by his vast army of friends.

DOCTOR S. H. COX.

DOCTOR COX, the Christian gentleman whom the most devoted Christians delighted to honor, the mighty man whose praise was in all the churches-ventured to speak and write against American sins. At this time Doctor Cox was among his cotemporaries (a few excepted) what Saul was among the Hebrews, a head and shoulder the tallest, and the pulpit was a proper pedestal for such a noble statue. His sermons were sparkling with truth, beauty, and poetry. He seemed equally at home, at Parnassus, or Lebanon, or Calvary. His words had wings of fire and eyes of flame. Eloquence laughed in his humor and sobbed in his pathos. "The cross was always seen at the painted window of his imagination." He was the people's preacher, the defender of the down-trodden, a bright light on a golden candlestick. But where is he now? His late sermon in defence of the lower law has the gloss of silk,

while in reality it is more than half cotton. Is he so tired of his former eloquence that he eats his own words? Has humanity fewer claims now than it had ten years ago?

Has the truth The mob said great is

He saw there was some

undergone a radical change. No, no. Diana, and the Doctor said so she is. weight in the arguments that broke his church windows. He once identified himself with the friends of freedom; he now turns his back upon them, and is numbered with those who go down to the South. At the World's Religious Convention, he was pre-eminently distinguished for his world-wide sympathy-his Christian magnanimity-his soul-stirring eloquence his heaven-inspired zeal, and he would have been welcomed to any Protestant pulpit in England; now, many Evangelical churches in England are closed against him. Why did he strip off his laurels and sacrifice so much on such an altar?

He became the Pastor of a wealthy church, in the city of Brooklyn; that church embraces some who are related by commerce and consanguinity to the South. These men got on the blind side of their minister, and made him believe the Union was in danger; so he stopped saving souls and went to saving the Union, and wretched work he made of it. His effort was a failure. His heart was not in it. He has too much light in his brain, and too much grace in his heart, to do his talents justice, when he assails the "higher law." With regard to the Doctor's style, it is more radiant than profound it has more glitter than depth-besides he makes an egotistical display of his Greek and Latin. He lacks