her,
with the intention of remaining there till some favorable
change might come over the color of her life."

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Our countrywoman, MRS. MOWATT, has revised and partially rewritten her
novels of "The Fortune Hunter," and "Evelyn, or the Heart Unmasked," and
they have just been published in London. The _Athenaeum_ says of them:

"These tales give us a higher idea of Mrs. Mowatt's talents as
an authoress, than her plays did. Taken in conjunction with
those dramas, and with the pleasing powers as an actress
displayed by the lady,--they not only establish a case of more
than common versatility, but indicate that with labor and
concentration, so gifted a person might have taken a high
place, whether on the library shelf or on the stage. In another
point of view, they are less agreeable. Alas, for those
primitive souls, who with a perverse constancy may still wish
to fancy America a vast New-England of simple manners and
superior morals! The society which Mrs. Mowatt
describes--whether in 'Evelyn,' which begins with a wedding out
of Fleecer's boarding-house, or in 'The Fortune Hunter,' which
opens with table-talk at Delmonico's--is as sophisticated as
any society under which this wicked old world groans, and which
our Sir E. Lytton and Mrs. Gore have satirized--or Balzac (to
shame the French) has "shown up." _Major Pendennis_ himself
could hardly have produced anything more _blase_ in tone than
some of the pictures of 'New-York Society' drawn by this
American lady,--drawn, moreover, when the lady was young.
Evelyn is married to a rich man, without her heart having any
thing to say in the matter,--by a mother who is a superfine
_Mrs. Falcon_:--and wretched mischief comes of it. Brainard,
the fortune hunter, is a heartless and cynical illustration
that a Broadway hunter can be as unblushingly mercenary, and as
genteelly dishonorable as the veriest old Bond Street hack,
bred up in the traditions of the Regency, who ever began life
on nothing and a showy person--continued it on nothing and the
reputation of fashion--and ended no one cares how or where.
There are character, smartness and passion in both these
tales--though a certain looseness of structure and
incompleteness of style prevent us from being extreme in