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l3ell i " is a curiou s not i ce o f a scarce o ld wor k, a f ter oar m anner of R o bi nson C rusoe , d escr i p ti ve o f t h e 1 01.1 S maritime a d ventures o f an o ld seaman , name d Falconer' " Mid n i ght at Madame T . ' s " i s a liu- i l w l°oloos article, suggeste d b y a v i s i t to T ussau d' s a "-work Exhibiti on . " Th e Li ves o f B rown , Jones, lid Robin son, " by Jerrold, is completed. It conveys a valu able mor a l, though not, perhaps, in the most Pleasant manner, and will bear le-publication. We M u , °te the foll ow i ng stanzas, w hi c h are f rom t h e pen o f iss Landoll : " Ah, surely there arc moments when thy heart Must think of her it has so coldly ban'shed ; Does not my image to thy memory start, Though all that made its earlier charm be I anisbcd? D o You not think of me sometimes at night, When the dark hours are passing still and lonely, The pale stars watching with their dreamy light, And th ou art with thy - own hushed thoughts left only ? Do they not bring me back? Dust thou not say, ~Perha ns th i s very moment she is weeping 'Llese bitter tears that pride subdues by day, To wet the pillow that I keep from sleeping Does the still midnight waken no remorse, 1 , I ' l , 0 pity f or t h e m i sery of thy ma ki ng ? a ' s e as thou art—l could not wish thee worse Than one sad midnight of my own awaking. I hear thy voice, I look within thine eyes,— Then start to think it is but an illusion;— F alse as thy promise, fleeting as the ties That bound me to thee with such vain delusion. Then I recall thy words and looks, and think, 1-10 1 r could they wear such true, such tender seeming ? I think till I can bear no more, and shrink, And mock myself for all this idle dreaming. new many words of thine I now recall, Scarce noticed at the time when they were spoken ; Alas ! how true love fondly treasures all The slightest things, like some heart precious token. I wish I could forget them—for they keep , Calm fr om my wa ki ng h ours — rest f rom m y p ill ow , Like those uncertain restless winds that sweep, Rising with their perpetual strife, the billow.", BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY. .rllfrom certai n unequ i voca l i n di cat i ons i n th e " Oliv er ti ' l st" of t hi s mont h , we fi n d t h at B oz h as b een ap trint:', himself dili gen tly t o th e perusal Of Fielding's " e ls, which we are g l a d t o see , f or in the depart ment of literature which he has chosen, he will find °ne who will be of such benefit to him, by dis atill'ing his f anc y, an d ma t ur i ng his judgment, as the 410 r of that prose epic " Tom Jones,"—the only t ic Which Gibbon ever praised with enthusiasm, and tie chlie more than once refers to, in his epigramma notes to the " D ec li ne an d F a ll." The subjoined ?,tract is nearly, if not q uit e , as good in its way, as y„ e, : ui ng's sketch of the pompous puppet-show man. life, 'ts no mere copy, but a transcript fresh from the li ou M e r . Bumble eme rge d a t early morning from the work -4 4 8 tePs, up the High-street. He was in the full bloom 11 4 , pride of beadleism ; his cocked hat and coat were wi t - i z t "'"F in the mo r nin g sun, and he clutched his cane t u all the vigorous tenac i ty o f h ea l t h an d p o wer. Mr. always carried his head high, but this morning it as Blither th an usua l ; t h ere was an a b s traction in his ev and an elevation in his air, which might have warned h e : i bserva n t stranger t h at t h oug h ts were p ass i ng in the ,le's mind too great f or utterance . a t ur ";• Bumble stopped not to converse with the small h e P -4 eopers and others who spoke to him deferentially as wi t r, 43 sed along. He merely returned their salutations A ." a wave o f hi s h an d, an d re l axe d not in his dignified t j l ‘ e e until h e reac h e d t h e f arm w h ere M rs . M aim t en d e d e infant paupers with a parish care. k t : brat that beadle !" said Mrs. Mann, hearing the well hi impatient shaking at the garden gate. "If it isn't o _T at this ti me i n t h e morn i ng !—L an k, M r . B um bl e , 11 Y think of its being you! Well, dear me, it is a plea- Nre this is ! Come into the parlour, sir, please." The first sentence was addressed to Susan, and the ex clamations of delight were spoken to Mr. Bumble as the : 4 (1 lady un l oc k e d t h e gar d en gate , an d s h owe d hi m w i t h treat attention and respect into the house. Mrs. Mann," said Mr. Bumble,—not sitting upon, or I : ° l 3 Ping him se lf into a scat, as any common jackanapes Ould but letting himself gradually and slowly down into a Mrs. Mann, ma'am, good morning !" " Well and good morning to you, sir," replied Mrs. 14 411 n, with many smiles ; " an d h o pi ng y ou fi n d y ourse lf ell, sir %" " A porochial lice". So-so, Mrs. Mann," replied the beadle. is not a bed of roses, Mrs. Mann." Ab, that it isn't indeed, Mr. Bumble," rejoined the t e Y ' r • And all the infant paupers might have chorused e " md er with great propriety if they had heard it. i ng A noro c hi nl life, ma'am" continued Mr. Bumble, strik tio table with his cane," is a life of worry, and vexa n' and hardih oo d ; b ut a ll pu bli c c h a racters, as I must gay must suffe r prosecution." ca Meg' Alarm, not very well knowing what the beadl e • nt, raised her hands with a look of sympathy, and " I "! You we may 11sigh, Mrs. M nn " said the beadle. a reeating she had done right., Mrs. .Mann sighed again,,. , p ea tlY to the satisfaction of the public character, w c e o —essi ng a complacent smile by looking sternly at his eked lint, said, rs• Mann I am a going to London." 'lnk, Mr. ' Bumble i" said Mrs. Mann, starting back. 1 ; 1 : 1 '0 London, ma'am," resumed the inflexible beadle , 4 ,Coach ; A legal I, and two paupers, Mrs. Mann. a h !' Is comin g on a b ou t a se ttl e ment, and the board has b i- e rn ted " me, Mrs. Mann—to depose to the matter mgeh" the quarter-sessions at Clerkinwell ; and I very question," added Mr. Bumble, drawing himself up, 4 111 ether th e Cl er ki nwe ll S ess i ons w ill no t find themselvesl the wrong box before they have done with me." k r il Oh You mustn't be too hard upon them, sir," said B i ll ann coaxingly. tely , Clerkinwell Sessions have brought it upon them- Well es ' 'mean)," replied Mr. Bumble ; " and if the Clerkin they Sessions find that they come off rather worse than telnected, th e Cl er ki nwe ll S ess i o ns have only them esto thank." tib oi , n ere was so much determination and depth of purpose himmenacing manner in which Mr. Bumble delivered aw e d of these words, that Mrs. Mann appeared quite i Ptt °Y them. A t l engt h s h e sa id, usu al 're goin g b y coac h, sir ? I thought it was always o send th em paupers i n carts ." t ` T hat's when they 're ill, Mrs. Mann," said the beadle. tt , e4 _l 3 llt th e s i c k paupers i nto open car t s i n the rainy prevent their taking cold." 4, VI said M rs . M ann . th em he opposition coach contracts for these two, and takes ver eu ean," said Mr. B um ble. " They arc both in a qi Nt l ow state, and we find it would conic two pound t hro w ' e . r to move 'em than to bury 'em,—that is, if we can a b hl e t ern upon ano th er par i s h, w hi c h I think we shall be qtrZ a d ,o , ha if ,„ they don't die upon the road to spite us. • th e e old Jew Fagin, with his black heart and fawn theirle, is another admirable sketch, full of quiet n t ' r Y' "or must we om it t o men ti o n Cruickshank's att of him, which is by far the best thing he ever to t , Th e Wretch's leering, vet frightful expression of qad ali ce, is enough to make one's blood curdle. tire k , ll Coleridge see n it, it wou ld h ave h a unted him in 81 8 for months—perhaps years. The " Codes lIIP of an Elderly Gentleman"—a somewhat trite it -- sets out tamely and prosily, but improves as Pro se ' l % O e eds• The denouement shows much comic I Nl Et r i ; " jy Father's old Hall" is a pleasing h e swie,m th e pen o f M rs. Cornwell Wilson. Darbv t on NI . 1 is amusing reading enough, but there is 411 t h o, e 1 o f " A Few Enquiries," in which the `''ter asking his reader if he has seen certain Ctl a Of nature, which he specifics in whimsical to him-- i t blest thy lot has been— (/' se w Y' ''Cost a deal you must have seen , j 1" eap, it4 "e imitation of one of Moore 's early 1 , 1 . x ti ti tl esti on ' where t h e poet , a f ter a dd ress ing the same t Ylt, t 0 the rea d er, concluees precisely in the same s follows • " "Y°ll me,e see: ,h a a l t l a tb d is ea a l nd more— I, 90(1 b less v you've seen 1" 1 . 1,441 Y w e . ha Pter on Vidows" is smartly and ingeni -16 r i t tei „;", 4 kule We say this, even with Elia's essay on e t w"eeti ons ' e mPting arid buxom theme haunting our re ;,,lcePtioi, T he " Adventures of a Tale" is a good t h' s • N or io well wor k ed out. T he wr i ter i s t h e Hon. I t : A y yrit es "' who app ears t o w r ite prose as well as tit tl s w h V erSe . Legends of the Tory Islanders, ts.. l eh and wh y t h e D ev il i nvente d B ran dy," arc 0 4 f tr a ,., va g , h ri z e a nS of br oa d f arc i ca l h umour . The last eat k ' ' particul ar , might split the sides even 3 hYPochondriac—Mr. Glowry. The " Frorc'► Captain's Story," is of the avetage order of Alagaz'ne fictions. TAIT'S EDINBURGH MAGAZINE. Sin:phin and Marshall. Our honest Radical Contemporary, " Tait," has adopted a course at once novel and impartial this month. He has, instead of his usual introductory po litical article, substituted a production from the pen of a leading Whig, who has undertaken the solution of the ques'ion—" What ought the Whigs to do ?" as applied to the business of the country in the en suing Session of Parliament. "In deference to the judgment of more timid Reformers," observes our Con temporary, " and in proof of our good-will to the Go vernment, and anxious desire to see it maintained upon the only ground that is longer tenable, we wish to show Ministers what those among their best friends, who are capable of looking before them, consider ne cessary to their stability. We have, therefore, deemed it advisable, on this occasion, to let a leading Whig speak for us, and tell his friends, the Ministers, what course they ought to pursue. By his position, our Whig contributor belongs to the aristocratical section of the party. We wish we could believe that he si:eaks the sentiments of that section. But he certainly has expressed the wishes of that far larger division of the Whigs which includes those merchants, trades men, and members of the learned professions, who are still unwilling to renounce their old party desiga tion, although they have become something more' than mere Whigs.'" This is liberality in the truest sense of the term—liberality of which it were well if the Radical organs were practically to prove their ad miration. Whigs and Radicals who have the self same object in view—who agree as to the end, and are only divided in opinion respecting the means of its accomplishment—cannot do better than follow Mr. Tait's example. What then would this aristo cratic Ministerial Mentor recommend his friends to do? Hear himself on the subject : " Let them act honestly to the people, and resolutely against the enemies of the people, in the great struggle which is now making by the people to procure beneficial self-government for themselves ; by which we mean a wholesome controul over every department of the State, and a thorough reformation of every abuse in every depart ment. We, for our parts, are so persuaded of the honesty of the Queen, as well as of her liberality and intelligence, that we are convinced that no Minister, who is not thus honestly the people's Minister, could long enjoy her confi dence. This we assert, in the firm belief that Victoria ! most propitious name the people's Queen, in fact, as well as in mere designation ; and, if we should be deceived in the truth of this supposition, woe indeed would it, alas ! be to herself, as well as to the people of these realms. But we are determined to hold that we have augured rightly regarding her Majesty ; and, if we have done so, we may safely say the people that they have nothing to fear. And, then, as to Lord Melbourne, in whose honesty we are dis posed to place implicit reliance, we beg to remind him that, if we have guessed rightly regarding the Queen, he has no longer to sail against the wind of Royal opinion, but that it has now turned in his favour, and that he will be borne on by both it and the tide of popular opinion ; so that it will be his own fault if he does not make way, notwith standing all the Tory rocks and shoals, and adverse flows, with which his navigation may be beset. We are fully and most anxiously alive to all the difficulties which he has had, and which he will still have to deal with. We arc not among those who expect that he or his colleagues can work impossibilities ; but they, may at least take their own line of action. Hitherto we think that they have been too sedulously attentive to the spicing and flavouring of their measures to please the Tory palate, as if they had altoge ther forgotten that all such trouble might have been spared, seeing that nothing that they could produce, however ex cellent in itself, could meet with the approval of that very detestable faction. Let Lord Melbourne, and his Liberal companions in office, bring forward good measures, and let these measures be of the full strength necessary to make them efficient, without the least regard to the consideration whether they arc likely to be palatable or unpalatable to the Conservative Hanoverian band ; and, depend upon it, the Duke of Wellington, and the more patriotic among the recusant Peers, will speedily begin to perceive the peril into which the peace of the country and the general safety are thrown, by their pertinacious hostility to every possible ame lioration of our condition. It will be then withdrawn—the march of improvement will recommence, and it will thence forth go on to move steadily, temperately, and irresistibly forwards." Such arc the opinions of a Whig aristocrat, and such, according to the testimony of Tait, arc the con victions of a majority of the respectable and intelli gent middle classes. Most unquestionably they arc ours, nor have we omitted an opportunity of giving expression to them since the appointment of Lord Melbourne to the Premiership. The Whigs are only weak because they are timid ; and if they would re tain the reins of Government, they have only to dare to realise the just expectations of the people. The longer humbuggification of Ireland must not be thought of— the Ballot must be granted—the franchise must be lowered—Church-rates must be abolished—the Irish tithe system must be put an end to—and the Corpora tion Bill must be passed, if Ministers intend to ob viate a moral and physical convulsion, which will prove fatal to the existing constitution of the House of Lords. The " Carmen Inaugurale," humbly inscribed to the Committee of the Wellington Statue, is very clever, but outrageously severe. Moore never wrote lines more caustic. Amon° . the " Books of the Season," we have pleasant anecdotical Reviews of " Roscoe's Wanderings in South► Wales," " Syria and the holy Land illustrated," " Heath's Pic turesque Annual," " Fisher's Drawing-Room Scrap book," the " Christmas Library," and " Finder:3 Tablerux”—all of which have been noticed in the columns of The Sun. " Terry-Alt Tactics," No. 111., vividly reminds us of some of the most popular productions of Banim. Thcre is a terseness and im pressiveness about the style, which contrasts admirably with the sugar-plumb essays of less vigorous intellects. There is a good article on Canada ; and a still better one on the important subject of " National versus State Education," in which the opinions of Mr. Wyse, M.P. for Waterford, Osmond de Beauvoir Priaulx, Victor Cousin, Frederick Hill, and Henry Dunn are respectively canvassed. Altogether the Number is a particularly good one—varied, instructive,: gossipping and interesting. tit THE SUN, LONDON, WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 1837. never did nothing but when he couldn't help it ; he was a s lazy as a dormus, and as blind as a howl. if the plate was dirty, Jim never touched it until the day it was wanted, and the same he did by the glas : you might go into his pantry, and see dozens on 'em with the water (he drcnk up all the wind) which had been left in 'em since last dinner party. How such things could be allowed in a house, I don't know ; it only shelved that Smigsmag was an easy master, and that Higgs, the butler, didn't know his bisniss. " Well, the day kem for the sek'nd party. Lazy Jim's plate was all as dutty as pos'bil, and his whole work to do ; he cleaned up the plate, the glas, and every think else, as he thought, and set out the trays and things on the side board. Law, Jim, you jackass,' cried out the butler, at half-past seven, jist as the people was a cornett down to din ner ; you've forgot the washand basins. " Jim spun down into his room,—for he'd forgotten 'em, sure enough ; there they were, however, on his shelf, and full of water : so he brought 'em up, and said nothink ; but gev 'em a polishin wipe with the ta►l of his coat. " Down kern the company to dinner, and set to it like good uns. The society was reg'lar distangy (as they say) : there was the Duke of Haldersgit, Lord and Lady Barbi kin, Sir Gregory Jewin, and Lady Suky Smithfield, asides a lot of commontators. The dinner was removed, and the bubble and squcakers (as I call'em) put down ; and all the people began a washin themselves, like any think. Whrrrrr P went Lady Smigsmag ; Cloocloocloocloo phizz !' says Lady Barbikin ; Goggleoggleoggleblrraw !' says Jewin (a very fat g'n'l'm'n) ; Blobblobgob !' began his Grace of Haldersgit, who has got the widest mouth in all the pecridge, when all of a sudden he stopped, down went his wishand-basin, and he gev such a piercing shriek ! such a bust of agony as I never saw, except when the Prince sees the ghost in Hainlick : down went his basin, and up went his eyes ; I really thought he was going to vomick " I rushed up to his Grace, squeeging him in the shoul ders, and pattinc , him on the back. Every body was in alarm ; the Duke as pale as hashes, grinding his teeth, frowning, and making the most frightful extortions : the ladis were in astarix ; and I observed Lazy Jim leaning against the sideboard, and looking as white as chock. " I looked into his Grace's plate, and, on my honour as a g'n'l'm'n, among the amins and reasons, there was two rows of TEETH ! " ' Law !—Heavens !—what !—your Grace !—is it pos sible,' said Lady Smigsmag, putting her hand into the Duke's plate. Dear Duke of Aldersgate !as I live, they are my lost teeth !' " Flesh and bind coodn't stand this, and I bust out laffin, till I thought I should split ; a footman's a man, and as impregnable as hany other to the ridiklous. I bust, and every body bust after me—lords and ladies, duke and but ler, and all—every body excep Lazy Jim. " Would you blieve it ? He hadn't cleaned out the glasses, and the company was a washin themselves in second hand water, a frrtnit old! " I don't wish to insinuate that this kind of thing is general ; only people had better take warnin by me and Mr. Skeleton, and wash thcirselves at home. Lazy Jcames was turned off the nex morning, took to drinkin and evil habits, and is now, in consiquints, a leftenant-general in the Axillary Legend." The other articles are more than usually heavy and common-place. There is one on the war in Spain, which we take to be from the pen of Mr. Walton. The following sketch of the Infante Don Sebastian, is the only thing in it which we have not read an hundred times either in the pamphlets of that gentle man, or in one or other of the Carlist newspapers : " Don Sebastian Gabriel, of Bourbon and Braganza, was born Nov. 4, 1811. He is grand prior of St. John. He was married by procuration April 7, and in person May 25, 1832, to the Princess Maria Amelia, daughter of Fran cis 1., King of the Two Sicilies. This lady is sister of the (so styled) Queen Regent (Christina) of Spain. He is ra ther beneath the middle height ; but, although a dwarf in stature, a giant in valour, integrity, and patriotism. his countenance is most intelligent, and would be decidedly handsome, but a peculiar cast in the right eye, rendered more observable from the lustre and brilliancy of the other ; his figure is good, evincing great activity, and capability of undergoing fatigue ; he is a bold and good horseman, and, when attended only by his personal staff, his movements are so rapid as shortly to leave many of them in the rear ; his manners are highly polished, happily blending the Prince with the gentleman. He is beloved by his own household ; the inference, therefore, is, that his disposition is amiable and kind : it may, indeed, with truth be said of him, that lie possesses the suariter ire moth) ; it is to be hoped he will be equally as successful in the ji)rtiter in re. " Don Sebastian is, notwithstanding, a man of fiery tem perament, and the implacable foe of the English. To the influence which himself and the Bishop of Leon possess over the mind of Don Carlos, it may be attributed that the extreme severity of the Durango decree has not long ago been mitigated, or, probably, rescinded. The King him self, a man of most humane disposition, is eager to spare the unnecessary effusion of blood ; and the known opinion of Casa Eguia, Villa Real, and others, incline to mercy ; but the Prince and Prelate are inexorable upon the point. It is to be hoped,however,that as the remnant of the Eng lish Legion is now distant from the scene of operations, and apart from infuriating contact, a more Christian-like spirit may influence the Royal councils, and the amiable bias of Don Carlos overcome all further opposition to his wishes on this head." The article on " Emigration and the United States" contains a mass of very valuable information, though in a form far from the most inviting. The " Sacri fice" is pretty, but we have too much " of that sort of thing" already. The Whig " Non-Intervention" is a powerful attack on the foreign policy of Lord Pal merston—an attack not undeserved were its object to ridicule the Noble Foreign Secretary for so long refus ing to send a force into Spain to establish the Consti tution of 1837. The other articles arc less import ant, and may be passed over without notice. As a whole the Number is heavy—much heavier than usual. " little Harry Bertram" and his old preceptor the " Dominic," after their fifteen year's separation, con tains no touch of nature superior to the waving of the hat, and the " three vehement cheers" of the unsophis ticated old coachman ! It warms the heirt like a cor did. The consummate, professional assurance of the knavish attorney Fogg, is also well pourtrayed in the scene where, on meeting with Mr. Pickwick, after he has cast him in prison for the costs of a law-suit, he addresses him with " Dear me, Mr. Pickwick ! Well, I thought I knew the face !" The impudence dis played in this " thought" is unrivalled. It amounts almost to genius. Quite as excellent is the logical in ference of the elder Weller, that his legal adviser, Mr. Solomon Pell, must be profoundly versed in the law, because he " is the very best judge of a horse you ever knowed 1" With this brief notice we bid adieu to our Cockney Quixote Pickwick, and his Sancho, Sam \Yeller ; " And when they next come forth again, May we be there to sec." THE MONTHLY. Sherwood and Co. We do not greatly admire the address to the Queen with which the November Number of our old favou rite the " Monthly" opens. It wants terieness, vigour, and point. Neither can we comprehend the writers's object in addressing her Majesty at such an insufferable length, at a time when she must neces sarily have plenty to do to note the progress of the preparations making to receive her at Guildhall. So considerate arc we in this respect, that we would not think of troubling her Majesty about the reprieve of a criminal, were one sentenced to be hanged next week, while so important a body as a Worshipful En tertainment Committee is in grave deliberation within the jurisdiction of the Lord Mayor. The other articles, however, arc more to the purpose, and are in the main, very interesting. The " Tableaux from Sporting Life," contains some capital anecdotes of the characters who frequent Tattersall's. " A Ramble in Paris by Night" introduces us at once into some of the liveliest society in the French metropolis. In the space of half an hour we have visited the Literary Clubs, the Theatres, the Cafis ; and know more of " life in Paris" than we would by an actual residence of some six months in the Place Vendome. We select the only episode in the article as an extract. It is given as the simple relation of a fact of recent oc- currence : " I will not here speak of those privations and sufferings which the unfortunate dramatist is often necessitated to submit to—nor of those nights passed in labour—nor of those days marked by hunger and want—nor of those dis appointments which it is the lot of every author to encounter —nor of those difficulties he is condemned to combat against. I will simply relate the affecting and tragical end of two young men who destroyed themselves in despair, in disgust, in the midst of disappointed hopes, in an excess of cowardice or false heroism, or in a moment of tem porary derangement —a tale which I shall repeat as I told it to my companion Duclin, while we sauntered up the Boulevard des Italiens—a tale that was recalled to my memory by the sight of the crowds thronging opposite the doors of the Varietes. " Victor Escousse and Auguste Lebras were two young authors, who formed a literary partnership, and composed their plays together. A few days after the representation of their first essay in the dramatic world, an article appeared in the Journal des Dcbais, signed J. J., which traced for the authors a horoscope full of promise and future renown. Encouraged by the flattering review of their mutual work, a review that was written by the first of French critics, in the first of French journals, the two young men dreamt of nothing but happiness, suc cess, fortune, and fame. Too much adulation turned their heads, and impeded the progressive improvement of their infant faculties. They renewed their labours, and com posed a piece entitled " Pierre III.," which was played at the Theatre Francais, and completely failed, the public having given Escousse and Lebras a favourable trial in a second effusion, and expressed their disappointment in terms so unequivocal, that the young authors became disgusted with their judges and the decision of the critics. They however again appeared before that severely-thinking world, and produced " Paul," which was enacted at the theatre on the Place de la Bourse, and" Remond," which was performed at the Gait 6. They both failed on the same evening ; and if you had that night chanced to have entered the caf6 de la Porte Saint Martin, you would have seen two young men seated at a table, their countenances pale, their shouts of laughter wild, feverish, and convulsive. They were dressed in mean attire ; they bad expected that the next morning would have amended their fortunes ; but all their hopes were blighted in the bud. Those two young men were Victor Escousse and Auguste Lebras. They were proud—they were gentlemen—they were in want— and they disdained the idea of accepting from the hands of charity that which they could not procure by their own united talents. Lebras had the soul and the sentiments of a poet ; but his talent had not ripened. His aims were be yond his capacities ; his flights were on Icarian wings, that the sun would dissolve in the boldness of his ascent. In the midst of the deepest distress, he had endeavoured from day to day to prolong an existence that hope had alone rendered endurable ; and now that hope was destroyed—that antici pation was unrealized—that himself and his friend were doomed to drink the bitter cup of defeat and indigence to its very dregs, he could bear no more. And he said to Escousse, in the morning after the failure of their two plays, Let us no longer buoy ourselves up with vain and futile hopes, but let us terminate a wretched existence!' And Escousse replied, ' Yes—let us die—and die together !' Their terrible design was put into execution. Escousse felt himself too weak in mind and purpose to die alone— Lebras was unable to live alone. The tragical end of these really promising young men is well known—they perished in each other's arms like two faithful friends, and terminated a miserable existence in the convulsions of asphixy." The " State of Music in England . ' is worthy of the notice of all who take a deep interest in the culti vation of that delightful science. It is written by one to whom the details of the subject are perfectly fami liar. The article on the " Life and Writings of Con- fucius" is too metaphysical to be popular with the great bulk of modern readers. The literary notices are very numerous, and in general very well written. The Number is neither deficient in talent nor general interest. THE DUBLIN - UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE. Simpkin and Marshall. A heavy Number, occasioned principally by dull Reviews, and twaddling diatribes on the prospects of the country under the present Government. We have a chapter of " College Romance," but it is by no ' means equal to those which have preceded it. In fact, it is a hackneyed repetition of the one good idea which the author started at first ; and which we hailed at the time as one of the best things that had appeared for many months. The present chapter is entitled the " Duel," from which we extract the most stirring pas sage. The cause of mortal strife is a lady : A few minutes more brought us to the ground. Mr Leeson and his second were there before us ; and a third. person, whom I recognised as the gentleman to whom I had attributed the office of dog-stealer. Mr. Leeson had brought no surgeon. By this time the light was clear enough for all our purposes. The gentleman who was to act as Mr. Leeson's second stepped out to Major Williams— " You have taken proper precautions—a professional gentleman, I presume," said he, in a tone that seemed to imply that his friend had no need of such precautions. " I have done all, Sir," said the veteran, " that I thought right," with a dignified tone. " Very probably," said the other, drily. " We are now ready for business," said the Major, in a tone approaching to haughtiness. " Quite," replied the other in a voice of imperturbable composure. They moved a little farther from their principals to set tle preliminaries. " Twelve paces," said Mr. Leeson's second, with an ap pearance of sang froid. " No, Sir," said the Major sternly. " It's the usual distance." " I believe, Sir," said the Major, " the challenged party has a right to some discretion ; I wish fifteen." The other retired to consult his principal ; they talked a while in visible agitation. The Major eyed them with a look of which the scorn was not concealed. " Major Williams," said the other, returning, "my friend seeks satisfaction for an outrageous insult—the dis tance you propose is too great. ' " Then, Sir," said the Major, "you can have no objce tion to nine I felt my blood run cold. " It would be little better than murder," said the other. " Nine, Sir," taking no notice of what he said, said the Major ; " you have refused fifteen ; I am anxious, on the part of my friend, to give you every satisfactiol." After some few words, the ground was measured at nine paces. When Mr. Leeson was placed, he became deadly pale—his coat was open, so as to expose a p irt of his beet: on his breast. He attempted to button it, but his hand trembled so violently that he could not. The dog-stealor remarked it, and buttoned it for him. The seconds loaded the pistols, and handed each to his respective friend. Some few words had previously passed between Major Williams and Charles, at which I moved off. that I might not overhear. He now handed him his pistol, and we all moved off. _ The word was given—there was first one report—al instant after the other. I trembled to look round—l heard some one exclaim, with an oath, " he's killed." I looked towards the spot where Charles stood, certain that my eyes would be blasted by the sight of his bleeding corpse. But he stood, just in the attitude in which he had fired. Op posite to him, his friends had raised up his unfortunate antagonist. I ran towards him. Our surgeon was beside him—the wounded man had his hand upon his left side, indicating the direction that the ball had taken. He had opened up his coat and waistcoat to search for the wound—the ball had carried in a portion of his dress into the wound. The sur geon shook his head. The dying man perceived it. " I know it," he cried ; " I'm done—damn it—l wanted his blood, and he has mine—damn him," he cried as he clenched his fist. " Nine paces—it should have been three—then we would have gone together—damn that mad banshe—damn you all," he roared with a fiendish energy. A few more terrible impre cations, a few gnashes of his teeth, and that ferocious spirit had passed away." The " Confessions of Harry Lorrequer" are amusing, but they sadly lack everything like origina lity. The best passage is the Veteran Colonel Kam worth's storming of Java, after having constituted the sugar-basin fort Cornelius, the decanter of Port the 'rail Tower towards the south-west angle, and the walnuts four pieces of ordnance—hut which the light hearted guests were perpetually shifting in every direction, to the great annoyance of the old warrior. The " Departed" is full of true tenderness—of the poetry of deep and genuine feeling. THE UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL. Colburn. The biographical sketch of Captain Dampier is concluded in this Number—which, taken altogether, is a very interesting one. We heartily join in the re gret expressed by the writer of the " Wreck of the St. Edelfonso, on the coast of China," that he was not then arrived at an age to note more particularly the manners and customs of the inhabitants of the Celestial Empire. His sketch, however, is sufficiently amusing to be read with pleasure. The anecdotes of the " Drumstick Club," are kept up with great spirit and success. The present Number is even better than the last, because evincing throughout a greater know ledge of character, and of the springs of human ac tion. The " Barrack Department," is an article which we seriously recommend to the perusal of the Right Hon. the Secretary at War. The other Papers in this Number are more directly addressed to retired officers of the naval and military professions, to whom they cannot fail to prove sources of great amusement. ALEXANDER'S EAST INDIA MAGAZINE. This is a better Number than usual, particularly as regards the selection of the Colonial intelligence for the month. " Desultory Political Thoughts" is a good article in the abstract, but we hare found nothing in it which can lay any claim to originality. The " Appeal of the Society for the Abolition of Human Sacrifices in India" is heart stirring in the extreme. To us several of its details are quite new, though, before reading it, we were persuaded that our know ledge of the customs of the (Mentalists was not likely to be increased by the perusal of such documents. There is a good article on the question "of Steam Com munication with India ; some clever remarks on the dissatisfaction of the people of Lower Canada ; and a rather severe censure passed upon the conduct of Lord Glenelg, for recalling Sir Benjamin D'Urban from the Governorship of the Cape of Good Hope. The Reviews are few in number, but verb• well written. FRAZER' S MAGAZINE'. What in the world has come over Oliver Yorke within the last three months "P Has " a whorcson tingling" in the great toe dissipated the mirth of our laughter-loving friend ? Is the gout, then, no re specter of good fellows ? Oliver was wont to be the merriest old fellow in all merry England ; but, except in three pages of the Number for November, we have not recognised his presence for as many months. But brief as is the " Yellow P lush Correspondence," there is no mistaking it ; and, in truth, we ought rather to congratulate the public on Oliver's re-appearance than dwell upon the disappointment his brief absence has occasioned us. " Fashionable Fax and Polite Anny.. goats" arc certainly by Oliver. Who else could treat us to such an " Annygoat" as the following?— " About them blue water bowls which are brought in after dinner, and in which the company makes such a bub blin and spirtin ; people shculd be very.careful in usin them, and mind how they hire short-sighted servants. Lady Smigsmag is a melancholy instance of this. Her Ladyship wears two rows of false teeth (what the French call a rat tler), and is, every body knows, one of the most absint of women. After dinner one day (at her own house), she whips out her teeth, and puts them into the blue bowl, as she always did, whe n th e sq uirtin time came. Well , the conversation grew hitnimated ; and so much was Lady Smigsmag interested, that she clean forgot her teeth, and I wen to bed without them. " Nex morning was a dreadful disturbance in the house ; sumbady had stolen my lady's teeth out of her mouth But this is a loss which a lady don't like positively to adver tise ; so the matter was hushed up, and my Lady got a new set from Parkison's. But nobody ever knew who was the thief of the teeth. " A fortnight after, another dinner was given. Lady Smigsmag only kep a butler and one man, and this was a chap whom we used to call, professionally, Lazy Jim, He THE PICKWICK PAPERS. These popular sketches are here brought to a close. We take leave of them with regret, for they have oc casioned us many a hearty laugh—and a laugh is worth something in these hard-working, business-like times. Our friend Sam Weller, and his respected parent, keep up their fine animal spirits to the last ; and the former fully justifies the opinion of a lady of rank, alluded to in the Quarterly Review, that he was " a perfect gentleman," for nothing can be more manly, graceful, and affecting, or show more true nobi lity of mind, than his declaration to Mr. Pickwick, that he will never quit his service. Here is the scene, and a rare one it is ! " The lady not being a widaw," said Mr. Pickwick, smiling, " I wish to free you, Sam, from the restraint which your present position imposes upon you : and to mark my sense of your fidelity and many excellent qualities, by en abling you to marry this girl at once, and to earn an in dependent livelihood for yourself and family. I shall be proud, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, whose voice had faul tered a little hitherto, but now resumed its customary tone, " proud and happy to make your future prospects in life my grateful and peculiar care." There was a profound silence for a short time, and then Sam said in a low husky voice, but firmly withal— " I'm very much obliged to you for your goodness, Sir, as is only like yourself, but it can't be done." " Can't be done !" ejaculated Mr. Pickwick in astonish ment. " Samivel !" said Mr. Weller, with dignity. " I say it can't be done," repeated Sam in a louder key. " Woes to become of you, Sir ?" " My good fellow," replied Mr. Pickwick, " the recent changes among my friends will alter my mode of life in future entirely ; besides I am growing older, and want re pose and quiet. My rambles, Sam, are over." " How do I know that 'ere, Sir ?" argued Sam ; " you think so now ! S'pose you wos to change your mind, rich is not unlikely, for you've the spirit o' five-and-twenty in you still—what 'ud become on you without me? It can't be done, Sir, it can't be done." " \Very good, Samivel, there's a good deal in that," said Mr. \Yeller, encouragingly. " I speak after long deliberation, Sam, and with the cer tainty that I shall keep my word," said Mr. Pickwick, shaking his head. " New scenes have closed upon me ; my rambles are at an end." " Very good," rejoined Sam. " Then that's the wery best reason wy you should alvays have somebody by you as understands you, to keep you up and make you comfortable. If you want a more polished sort o' feller, yell and good, have him ; but vages or no vages, notice or no notice, board or no board, lodgin' or no lodgin', Sam Yeller, as you took from the old inn in the Borough, sticks by you, come what come may ; and let cv'rythin' and ev'rybody do their wery fiercest, nothin' shall ever perwent it." At the close of this declaration, which Sam made with great emotion, the elder Mr. Weller rose from his chair, and forgetting all considerations of time, place, or pro priety, waved his hat aboVe his head and gave three velie• ment cheers. For healthy, unaffected pathos, we will back this scene against any of the sort in the language. Even the famous interview in Guy Mannering between MONTHLY REPOSITORY. The remarks on Lord Durham's late speech at Sun derland are the counterpart of some that appeared a few days since in The Sun on the same subject. " The Quarrel of Faith, Hope, and Charity" is a sprightly piece of versification, from the pen probably of the accomplished Editor of the Repository. But the best article in the Number is that entitled " Guy Fawkes and Modern Catholicism," which is penned in a tolerant and enlightened spirit. The writer justly says, " the little boys are wiser in their ignorance than the big Tories. They see that Guy Fawkes is no longer anything but a scare-crow, and ask your money, not upon the strength of the tragedy, but the goodness of the jest. But the Tories arc now going about with this ghost of a bye-gone time, seriously telling us—that he is a very formidable person, and begging money for subscriptions to hinder his getting into Parliament." The " Retrospective Review" is written in a delightful spirit. It is one of the redeem ing features of the Repository. THE STATISTICAL JOURNAL. This is the second Number, and an excellent one it is—adapted, not for people of imaginative, but of con siderate habits. We had marked several portions for extract on a leisure day ; but we find its several articles so well characterised by a Morning Contcm- porary, that we shall content ourselves for the present with adopting its opinions, because they arc founded in ruth :--- " The Statistical Journal presents several improvements upon its first Number, although that was very good, con-. sidering the disadvantages under which the editor must have laboured in the commencement of such an enterprise. Statistics is a most important science, of the value of which people arc becoming more sensible every day, and this Magazine comes very opportunely to the aid of all who are engaged in the study. It commences with some inter esting particulars respecting Prussian bills of mortality, de rived from the official report published by the Govern ment of Berlin. The Account of the Income and Ex penditure of Great Britain reminds us of the utility of this undertaking, in preserving in an accessible form documents to which it is likely that frequent reference must be made. The paper "On Man and the Develop ment of his Faculties," has an uninviting title, but the in formation conveyed is very curious. " Wages of the Working Classes" is a good and useful paper, drawn up by a person who understands the subject. The table he gives of the depositors in the Nottingham Savings' Bank is highly instructive in proof of the different degrees of in dustry and economy in various. classes. The paper headed " Poor Law" is a valuable epitome of the lengthy report published under the authority of the Commissioners. On the whole, we know of no periodical so well worth pre serving as that before us, on account of the permanent utility of the intelligence it conveys." NATIONAL MAGAZINE. " Woman's Revenge" is a tale told tersely and vi gorously, and is illustrated with a clever lithographic engraving, executed by lirandard. " The Student" contains a curious exposition of the philosophy of Kant, which, however, on the whole, is rather more edifying than amusing, and certainly not fitted for the light pages of a Monthly Periodical. " A Glance at the Authors of the Middle Ages," the present number of which is devoted to the consideration of the works of the poet Cassimir, bids fair to be the best feature in the " National Magazine." The materials for such a series of critical articles are abundant. Altogether the Number is a good one. METROPOLITAN. We are glad to sec Banim again at work. His " Bit o' Writin' " in the Number before us shows, in many passages, all the vigour and animation of the best of his O'Hara tales. The " Hermit of Dale," c'z ~, t 3 L'J ~~_ by Richard Howitt, is an old traditionar • sembling in manner, though superior matter, Percy's legendary poem of the Warkworth." Howitt would write these t n • ) if he did not take such evident p ains . - versification. A little roughness becomes 1414, 5 t 1.-- / English ballad. " Prose Sketches by a Poet' • describes a visit to Fernev, well known as the residence of Voltaire, and puts forth many pertinent reflections on the subject of the proverbial irritability of authors, as suggested by that visit. We question, however, the justice of the writer's assertion, that the " Henriade' is still the delight of every reader, and will be the heir of ages," for, if we mis take not, it has already past away, or is fast passing into oblivion. In the " Note Book of an Irish Bar rister," we have an elaborate criticism on Mr. Sheil as an orator. There is much ability in this article, but in parts it is far too declamatory and panegyrical. THE SPORTSMAN. Old Boswell-court. _.„ This Number, which is embellished with two hand some engravings, contains a mass of intelligence of which no Sportsman ought to be ignorant. To do the editor justice, he is indefatigable ih his ex ertions to obtain for the " Sportsman" the most exten sive circulation to which a periodical of this class can be' expected to arrive. THE PUBLISHERS' CIRCULAR. It is said there is nothing new under the Sun, but we think we have at last discovered one, if not in The Publishers' Circular, at least in the idea of rcvietving a publication of such a character. But here it is full of interest, variety, and a world of knowledge I Never yet did book issue from the Press to compare with it ; it is, indeed, a vocabularly of marvels—books in embryo—books just issuing from the Press— new Editions of old, or of books whose popu larity has made them joyfully scarce for the author and bookseller—books lately published on every conceivable subject presented once more to the public gaze to renew old recollections—and, last of make assurance doubly sure—a classified Index of every thing good, bad, and indif ferent, to wind up the circle of knowledge for the benefit of those who are blessed with a bad memory. Really we do not know where to find a compendium of literature so comprehensive, yet so universal as the Publishers' Circular, for the especial gratification and emendation of all those who wish to shine forth in the " glorious" field of literature. It embraces everything scientific, moral, political, or religious—and all for the price of two-pence a fortnight, or two shillings a year. But its peculiar merits will be best understood by the follow ing announcement on the title page : " The Publishers' Circular' is intended as a concen trated medium for the first announcement and publication of all literary works and new editions. Three thousand copies will be regularly circulated gratis, in single copies, among literary persons, book societies, and retail booksellers, in the United Kingdom. The newspaper stamp is affixed, in order that The Circular' may pass free of postage to all parts of the United Kingdom. Any individuals of the above description desirous of having ' Circular' sent to them regularly, arc requested to transmit their names (post paid) to the editor, or to their own bookseller. When the names shall amount to the stipulated number of three thousand, all subsequent subscribers will be expected to pay 4s. in advance for the year's subscription. Book sellers will be supplied with any number of copies they may require, for the purpose of presenting to their cus tomers, at the cost price-2d. each. "As The Publishers' Circular' must necessarily be very extensively distributed in the most influential quarters, and as the Advertisements will he displayed in a methodical and advantageous manner, and charged at the lowest possible price, every Publisher will find it to be his interest to cause all his first Announcements to appear in The Circular,' which will thus be made an object of research to the read ing public. " The Publishers' Circular' will be published on the Ist and 15th of every month, by the editor, Mr. Sampson Low, at his Office, 57, Skinner-street, Snowhill, London." All the world knows that the present Government professes to be the friends of general education and literature. W e take them at their word ; and here we beg leave to direct the especial attention of the Cl►ancelbr of the Exchequer to the duty on advertisements, particularly literary advertise ments. We have school books advertised at the price of one shilling, for which a duty of one shilling and sixpence is charged ! Call you this promoting education ? In the Circular before us, there arc hundreds of advertisements consisting of only three or four lines each, announcing works of a truly useful description, averaging, perhaps, about three shillings each, upon which the same duty of one shilling and sixpence is charged. This, in the words of Lord Liverpool, is really " too bad." It amounts almost to a mockery to be talking and boasting of diffusing education among the people, if the well-springs of knowledge are thus locked up at the threshold. If Ministers do not abolish the advertisement duty on books, the public will begin to suspect, and with justice, that the grand scheme of National Education is nothing better than a grand humbug. We may speak strongly, but we speak sincerely, because we wish Ministers well, and the cause of National Education better. THE ARBORETUM BRITANNICUM, Nos. 47 and 48. THE SUBURBAN GARDENER, No. G. THE ARCHITECTURAL MAGAZINE, Nu. 45. Longman and Co. These very useful publications arc all conducted by Mr. J. C. Loudon—one of tlic most indefatigable and voluminous writers on the sciences of Horticulture and Architecture of the present day. They arc very hand • somely got up, embellished with numerous wood-cuts and engravings, many of which are very neatly executed. RAILWAY MAGAZINE. James IVyld, Charing• cross. The present Number contains sonv3 elaborate arti cles of an original character, with others that have already appeared in the public prints ; but being of a scientific character, naturally find their proper level and resting place here. The curious reader will find whatever appertains to railways, rail way improvements, and a vast deal of other scientific information, in this well conducted repository. ASIATIC JOURNAL• The " Adventures in the Carnatic" which are con tinued in the present Number of this well-digested Mis cellany, will be read with interest by all who are fond of anecdotes of wild and daring enterprize. There is in this paper an account of an encounter with a wild elephant, which is full of spirit and vivid colouring. Of the remaining articles, is the detail of the " Journey from Ava to the Frontier of Assam." The weather has undergone another change. The frost of Wednesday gave way in the evening, and during Wednesday night and yesterday the rain was heavy and in cessant. Last night the wind rose to a hurricane, and this morning we have had wintry blasts of hail and sleet. The Clyde has ovettlowed his banks above and below the city. It has not yet risen above the Broomiclaw quay, however, though approaching nearly to the ledge. We are likely to bear of disasters at sea, in consequence of the storm. — Glasgow Chronicle. QUEEN ELIZABETII.—It has been observed as a matter of surprise, and as , nmed as a proof that the cha racter of Queen Elizabeth was masculine, because she went to Guildhall on horseback on Lord Mayor's Day, and always aeared in public on a spirited steed , which she rode to the theatre. In her days plays were performed at mid-day, but the real faa is the Queen had no other alter.. native unless she walked, for during her reign there were no coaches. Her Majesty died in 1570, and coaches were first used in England in 1580. and an . Act was passed in 1601 to prevent riding i n coac h es as being effeminate, but, in 1605 they became common in London, and not before. The gold spur which Queen Elizabeth were is still in the Tower.