The Sun. — London, England, 1837-04-01 00:00:00

POLICE.-(TiliS DAY.) MA RYLEB ONE. TEIE EDGEWARE-ROAD MURDER. At an early hour all the avenues leading to the office were crowded with persons anxious to obtain a sight of the prisoners Greenacre and Gale, charged with being concerned in the above atrocious crime. The prisoners were conveyed from e le,rkcllwc l l at 6 o'clock this morning, in a hackney coach , tinder the charge of Frahhllin Collard, and Jones, three offi cers of the Nlarylebone station, The Magistrates were in at tendants: about half-past 10 o'clock, and the ordinary night charges were ilfst disposed of. The Reporter for the Standard applied to Mr. Shutt to 5110 vy the gentlemen of the press in attendance :some accom . Modation, as it would be impossible for them standing in the crowd to discharge their_ duty properly or efficiently. Mr. Stturr said he had no accommodation for them. he Reporter pointed out a vacant space on one side of tile Bench. Mr. Sttutr said that it was for the accommodation of the Wish officers. The Reporter observed that the Court of King's bench re copised the.' ight of Reporters to attend and report the pro ce •dings, arid every facility was afforded them for that purpose. Mr. Snurr said the Reporters who usually attended had the p;aces allotted to them, but the others he knew nothing of, and they might make the best arrangement they could. About ball-past eleven Mr. IZAWLINSON took his seat, and anothe r application was made to him by the reporter of the Morning A dverli,•cr for some accommodation. Mr. Sauer said it was extremel y improper to make a second application to another Magistrate for the purpose of resersieg Iris decision. At a few minutes past twelve the prisoners were brought in, And the examination of the witnesses was immediately pro ceeded with. Mr. flobler, jun., :Mendel on behalf of the male prisoner. Matthias Ralph deposed that he lived at Stepney, at John stone's-lock of the Regent's-canal. On the 6th of January, about half-past eight, he found a part of a human body in the canal. He was called by one of the men, who said there was sornetning in the gate which prevented its shutting. A hitcher was procured, and the head was raised ; they at first thought it was a dead dog, but when it was raised witness saw a human ear. There was a wound, or vio lent blow, by which the eye bad been forced out, and the left jaw-bone was broken, the bone protruding through the skin. The jaw might have been broken by the gate, but the blow over the eye seemed to have been inflicted two or three days previously. He examined the head, but did not see any other wound. The ear-ring appeared to have been torn out of one ear, but the seam was healed up again, as if it had been done several years previously. The eye was cut clear out of the socketg James Page, lab surer, lives at Ccal Harbour-lane, Lam beth. Found part of a human body on Thursday. the 2d of February. Witness was cutting oziers in Coal Harbour-lane on that day, and found a sack among some bushes. There was a hole in the sack, and witness saw part of a knee, and the young n an who was with him opened the sack a little further, and saw two legs and thighs. Witness then went to the station-house, and brought some policemen with him, and strewed them the sack, and left them in charge of it. Ihe depositions of Air. Girdwood, the parish surgeon, were tl.en read, and they referred to the examination of the head, trunk, and legs of a human body at the parish workhouse. The parts all fitted, and appeared to have belonged to a female whose death had been sudden, and immediately after having taken food. Mr. Girdwood was then examined—Some of the wounds on the head appeared to have been inflicted after death —the blow on the eye previous to death. The effect of such a blow would be to produce stupor and perfect loss of power for a time. if not death. The depsitions of Mr. John Birkwhistle, surgeon, of Mile end-road, %%Tee then read. They were to the same effect as those of Mr. Girdwood, with the addition that the throat ap peared to him to have been cut immediately before or after death. Mr. Birkwhistle was then examined—The left ear appeared to have been twice pierced, the first hole having given way. His opinion relative to the effect of such a blow as appeared to have been inflicted upon the eye, concurred with that of Mr. Girdwood. Policeman P, 157, assisted in taking away the legs from the ozier bed to the section-house in Coal Harbour-lane. After the Coroner's Inquest witness assisted in conveying them to the station-house at Paddington, and thence to the workhouse. Susannah Dillon—Resides at 6, Carpenter's-place, Wind mill-lane, Camberwell. Knows both the prisoners. The male prisoner is her landlord, and the prisoners had lived in her house twelve months previous to Christmas last. Gale came there in October. Witness lived about twenty yards off on the opposite side, but does not know whom his family con sisted of. Witness and her husband were passing the day after Christmas, about seven o'clock in the evening, and saw Gale at the gate picking up the child, who was screaming violently. The prisoners left the house about eight weeks ago. Never spoke to the female prisoner until she went to , live in their house. Henrietta Edmonds lives at Windmill-lane, near Carpenter's place, and woiks. at her needle. Had previously lived at Car penter's-place, and knows both the prisoners for more than 12 months. Remembers passing about ten days befcre Christ mas, and saw the female prisoner binding boots. The Friday before Christmas witness was passing the prisoner's house, and saw Mrs. Greenacre (the female prisoner) there. Witness always looked hard at the female prisoner, from the reports that were about in the neighbourhood. The shutters were on one of the windows for three or four days at Christmas, and during that time, on one occasion, witness saw the male pri soner coming down towards his own house with a blue bag, such as the lawyers use. That was three or four days after Christmas. The female prisoner was then living in the Louse. The house was to be let three weeks after Christmas, and witness and Mrs. Dillon went to look at it, and the house had a very strong smell of brimstone, as if the house had been fumigated. The chimney of one of the stoves was bar- ' ricadoed up with a board. There are about a dozen more witnesses to be examined, and the investigation is likely to last to a late hour. The Magistrates' office was crowded to suffocation, and there were a great number of females present who were mounted on tables, chairs, and every place from whence a glimpse of the prisoners could be obtained. The fumale,prisoner was observed to speak in a low tone of voi ce occasionally to Greenacre, and a policeman was placed between them, to prevent any communication. On one occa sion Greenacre was about . to ask one of the witnesses a ques tion, but his solicitor , Mr. Hobler, interfered, and made some suggestion to him, to which he appeared to assent ; and he subsequently contented himself with taking an occasional note of the evidence. His demeanour throughout was perfectly -cairn and collected, while the female prisoner appeared to be anxious an uneasy. They were accompanied to the bar by the child, who was extremely noisy and troublesome during the proceedings. Lord Montfort was on the Bench from an early hour, and assisted Messrs Rawlinson and Shutt in the examination of the witnesses. We understand that the evidence of the remaining witnesses merely confirmatory of the facts already before the public, a nd it is generally understood that the prisoners will be again remanded. --The Earl and Countess of Jersey returned to Ber keley_square yesterday from a visit to their Majesties, at Windsor. Her Ladyship's parties have been discontinued for a short time. in consequence of the demise of her niece, the Hon. Aliss Maria Fane. On Thursday last, at a numerous meeting of highly respectable Dissenters, an address, expressive of thanks to his ' l ".lesty's Ministers for the liberal and just measure brought fcirviard on the subject of Church-rates, was adopted. France, .I believe, has been compared ton ugly Pictur e set in a beautiful frame ; and, from my own observa tion Should not hesitate to say that the sim ile is a most cor rect one. Some few spots there are, no doubt, in the inte rior of the eountry. well worthy of admiration ; but, for how n t lan Y hund re d m il e s must we travel for to reach them , and 4 ,° , r distant are t h e y f rom each other ; and, after all , when they have been discovered, who that has gazed upon the sur ', / ) ,P s ing bea ut y and magnificence of the fram e, and the varied '," a4 scter of its workmanship, will not agree w ith me in de . el s ; ring that those natives and foreigners who have formed their 1 3 , 1" i" of " France pittoresque" from the scenery on the mks of the Loire (the " garden of Fiance," as a p art of it Is abs ur dl y styled). or any, or all of the "charming spots" sO th hilY scattered through the interior of that exten !iye country, c an h ave b ut a ver y i na dequate conception of the I ngh rank which France, by reason of the glorious frame in which she is encased, is entitled to hold among picturesque countries._Summer in the Pyrenees. Th e new premium offered by the INlelodists t Club for th e best approved words of a song was awarded, at a ge neral meeting of the Club held on Thursday, to Mrs. Corn " Wail Baron Wilson. Silver medals were awarded to the author s of t h ree other songs, selected from 217 w hi c h had John be g received, who proved to be George Ellis Inman, Esq., William B ur or E and John Gaywood, Esq., of Hartlepool, Durham. 4 sq" I lie Theatre Royal, Haymarket, has received from liis Maj esty an extension of its license to ten mont h s . Thi s favouritethe place of ente r t a i nment i s a b ou t to change hands by instrumentality of Mr. George Robins, -it is either to be sold or t o b e let. - The appointment o f e i g h t G uar di ans of the Poor for the parish of Greenwich for the ensuing year was made quite a, party quest i on — a strugg l e b etween Lib era li s m and To ryism. Thirty-two candidates were nominated, the major Part of whom were of the Conservative party. In spite, how tQtveer, o f t h e most insidious means used on the part of the latter, be t could only succeed in e l ect i ng two out of the w h o l e nurn " • So much for re-action ! The following is the rule for admission to the read. I,,ag;room in the British Museum : —A n y rea d er i s at lib erty t o in troduce °duce o th ers, b y a dd ress i ng a note to the librarian, stating Itni r name and a dd ress o f th e gentle man or l a d y he wishes to ' se t ttd oduce. If unacquainted with a reader, a stranger should statics note, di recte d "T o t h e Lib rar i an. B r i t i sh Museum, " g his request, giving h i s ad d rexe, an d naming some per vi un ho will answer inqu i r i es. drems:rgaret Munalow, of Oswestry, had placed uoine before th e fi re, and fell asleep ; t h e li nen too k fire, 'n ral d t cos into o m municated with th e p oor g i r l, w h o , w aking in t error , the street, where the fire was extinguished, but too B u tedreafslays °save her life. She was 18 years o age, and presented berry to spectacle. The mother 4 of the deceased, bee and received 0 her child, unfortunately fell down the staircase, very severe bruises. MAGAZINE DAY. BLA CA' IV 00D. "Ye whose veins are like your glasses, From the same decanter filled, With a ruddy generous liquor, Which, God ,end, may ne'cr be chilled 1 Come 1 ( Id friends and near relation!, Take the oath we couch in song ; Hand-in-hand, come pledge it fairly All who've known each other long I Gray heads, green heads, join in chorus, All who can or cannot sing, Put your hearts into your voices Till we make the old house ring ! Let us swear by all that's kindly, All the ties of old young, We will always know each other As we've known each other long ! By the house we oft have shaken (House were most of us were born), When the dance grew wild and ro.npitl, And we kept it up till morn ! By the old convivial table Where we oft have mustered strJag, By the glasses we have emptied To each other's health so long By our school-boy freaks together, In old days with mischief rife— Fellowship, when youth on pleasure Flung away redundant life! By bereavements, mourned in common— By the hopes, a fluttering throng, We have felt when home returning Parted from each other long ! By the fathers who, before us, Silver-haired together grew, Who so long revered each other— Let us swear to be as true I Swear no selfish jealous feeling Ere shall creep our ranks among, E'er make strangers of the kinsmen Who have known each other long ! No ! whate'er our creed or party, Riches—rank—or—poverty, With a second home, without one, True and trusty still we'll be Still we'll drink and dance together— Gather still in muster strong— And for ever know each other As we've known each other long ! The Number before us is a capital one. Christopher North—" that old man eloquent"—heads the van of contributors, by an article which he quaintly entitles " Our Two Vries, " and in which he makes one or two touching allusions to the rejection of his addrcsss by that gentlest of widows, Mrs. Gentle. There is no mistaking the true language of the heart, and never was that language more unequivocal than in these Sorrows of Christopher. " Howsomever"—as he ob serves in a graceful paroxysm of pathos—it is idle for him to complain, so he forthwith plucks up spirit and waxes critical. Many of the poetical specimens w hi c h he brings before us are exquisitely beautiful—witness, for instance, this " Song for a Family Party" which is the composition of a young writer named Alfred Domett Who is this Alfred Domett ? He is a fine young fellow, full of heart, and the true healthy, social spirit. We will back the above festive lyric of his against the very best of Tom Moore's. There is nothing maudlin in it—nothing showy or finical in sentiment. It is manly, and intelligible, and strikes a chord to which the soul of the least reflective reader must respond. How unaffectedly pathetic is the allusion to " the old, convivial table !" How calmly energetic the_ closing stanza ! The Song is evidently prompted by a recol lection of the" Sayings and Doings" of Kit North at Ambrose's, for the cordial spirit of the " Noctes" per vades every line of it. " The World We Live In" is desultory and pointed as usual. " L'eutenant Jack Ricketts and the Widow" is a broad, humourous sketch—something after the manner of O'Doherty— as its name imports. " Fragments from the History of John Bull" is a continuation of those clever series of allegorical Papers which attracted so much notice a year or two back. Its political heresies are less to be praised than its comic spirit. In the " Napoleon in Council" the writer lays the lash on Bonaparte with merciless severity. Why should this be ? There never was a man whether in ancient or modern times, who obtained such overwhelming power by so few crimes. As for " littleness of mind," all the anecdotes—and their name is Legion—that we have of the French Em peror, tend to prove, with scarcely one exception, that he was remarkable for his magnanimity. A little mind could never have swayed Europe ; twice pardoned the treachery of Talley rand and Murat ; or given utter ance to such a grand conception as " Soldiers, from yonder Pyramids, forty centuries look down on you." No, no. Napoleon may have been arbitrary, but not mean. Meanness is the very antipodes of ambition like his. " The Whigs, Radicals, Middle Classes, and the People" is a furious Tory diatribe, evincing throughout the same contempt for facts, that Sheridan used to show for the demands of his creditors. " Pe ricles and Aspasia" is an eloquent criticism on Mr. Landor's last publication of that name. THE SLIN, LONDON, SATURDAY, APRIL 1, 1837. NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. In the " Humourist" department of this Magazine we are again treated with a full and particular account of all the goings on at " Little Pedlington." Really this is trading on one idea with a vengeance I Can not the author change his theme, or is he ambitious o f elevating " Little Pedlington" to the honour of being the prosiest village in the kingdom ? An ordi nary joke worn threadbare is worse than an infliction— it is a calamity. The " Phantom Ship" deepens in interest as it progresses. There is some vivid paint ing in the chapters before us. " A Day on the Neilgherry Hills" contains an animated sketch of a bear-hunt among the Indian mountains. " Pompeii" is an extract from a poem (not yet published), entitled " Italy." The author is Mr. Edmund Read, whose fine work, " Cain the Wanderer," we well remember noticing some years since in The Sun. The present specimen will not detract from his reputation. It is descriptive of the sudden rush of the volcanic fire upon Pompeii, and exhibits marked power of thought and language : " Behold the Mountain !' words withheld while spoken, For the Appearance fixed the astounded mind ! The clouds that veiled so long its crest, were broken Away—hurled upwards by some pent-up wind, Which earth no more could in her caverns bind ; A mightier marvel ! Lo—forth wildly driven, As if within its depths, till then confined, Thick volumed Clouds cleave through his forehead riven, Branching their pine-like shape in the profound of heaven 1 " A moment—mute—awed—stupified.—they stood! The mountain that had slept a thousand years Awakens from his slumber! 10, that flood Of eddying vapour still its shape uprears ; They fly not-yet—for who had linked with fears Vesuvius in his evergreen attire ? But lo ! each moment, wilder, fiercer, nears The enormous canopy, still branching nigher— Away !—for life—for life—its leaves are turned to fire ! " The trunk into a furnace flame 1 the shrouds Of d trkness hurling off each side, alone Blazing, encircled with a night of clouds, The Spirit of Fire comes rushing from his throne I Earth, cleft asunder, to her depths is shown, Belching - forth flames, while 'scaping from their thrall, The wild Winds leap up from their caves unknown ; The answering Sea doth on the mountains call ; The Thunder of the heavens is heard above them all. " Hark from Pompeii ! one astounding shout ! The roar of thousands, for a moment drowned The wreck of elements ; yet, o'er the rout, Rose women's screams—a milder, shriller sound ; Then—sunk for ever ! who might hear ? the ground Reeling beneath— who see when air was night, Lit by the forked lightning s hurtling round Their arrowy deaths—:theflash that blinded sight, The scathing ashes shot from that all-blasting Light, " Making the Shape of Darkness visible I As, blazing up, all terribly in air, It stood out there the world's last funeral pile ; Death was within the walls, without despair. How the crowds rushed , led by that livid glare, Deliriously on! or wildly olung On to the shrines, assailing Heaven with prayer l o r to their hearths in gibbering madness hung: Or, motic.4ll2,:s, la)! crushed 'neath g i ant co l umns fl ung !" " Tritons and Men f tI)P Sea " is one of those eket c hy Essays, spriAided with diseer.iing pritiPiqms, which Leigh HIM ever renders so palatable. We trust, bower, he will riot nt33lnt his " Jack-4b boa' felicities of humour. " Signs of the Time" is an ingenious conception worthily worked out. " Thr Memoir of Disraeli" does no more than justice to subject. Of the portrait accompanying it, we cannot speak, having never peen the original. BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY. " Our Song of the Mouth," by Ainsworth, is ful of pleasant trifling. Of the music attached to we can say nothing, having not the slightest notion of quavers or dem'.•seml-quavers. " Oliver Twist" i; carried on with unflagging spirit. One or two of the scenes are equal, in racy humour, and truth of dia logue, to the best things in the " Pickwick Papers." Mr, Ingoldsby's story of the " Grey Dolphin" is re ple:e with fun. The sketch of the bluff Baron in par ticular, and his peremptory demand for his " boots," show a genuine conception of the true comic. Th e " Inedited Letters of Addison" are curious, in so far as they have never till now seen the light, and that the writer was one of the first wits of Queen Anne's time ; but otherwise, they arc not worth much. Addison NA as no letter-writer ; and as for his constant craving for plaae, we already know that he was not quite so disiwerested as he would be thought, from Johnson's biography. In the " Remains of Hajji Baba," Mr. Morier furnishes us with some whimsical details of the orders given by the Great Shah previous to tho Hajji's official departure foi England. Above all things, the Ambassador is to pick up for his Sovereign's harem all the beautiful English women he can lay hold or, who, among other recommendations, are to have " figures like poplar trees ; waists a span round ; faces round as the moon ; hair to the small of the legs ; and throaty so fine, that the whie may be seen in its pas sage through their." " Sonnet to a Fog," is just passable—nothing more. " Handy Andy" is clever, as all Lover's stories are apt to be. " Scenes in the Life of a Gambler" are too long, and something wordy ; [farts of it, however, are good. " The Cobbler of Dort" would have been better, were it not too close au itnitation of the Modern Pythago rean's well-known anecdote of the " Bather of Gottin gen." " Hero and Leander," a translation from the Greek of Musmus, is admirably rendered by Mr. Chapman, whose versiola of the " Prometheus Vine tus" of lEschylu,s., lels already established his claims as an accomplished trio ak scholar. " IVlenioirs of Sheridan" gives an Inpartial enough estimate of the character of the author cif the " School for Scandal." As an orator, Sherry was an over-rated man ; as a dramatist, it is impodeible•to speak too highly in his praise. The illustrations to this Number are clever, as usual. From the " Grey Dolphin," we quote the following amusing extract : " Periwinkle,' said the Baron, 'up with the drawbridge; down with the portcullis; bring me a cup of canary, and my nightcap. I non't be bothered with them. I shall go to bed.' ' To bed, my Lord!' criel Periwinkle, with a look that seemed to say, lie's crazy.' " At this moment the shrill tones of a trumpet were heard to sound thrice from the campaign. It was the signal fur parley : the Baron changed his mind; instead of going to bed, he went to the ramparts. 66 Well, rapscallions! and what now ?' said the Baron. " A herald, two pursuivants, and a trumpeter, occupied the foreground of the scene; behind then,, some th ree h un d re d paces off, upon a rising ground, was drawn up in battle-array the main body of the ecclesiastical forces. 6" Hear you, Ralph de Shurland, Knight, Baron of Shur land and Minster, and Lori of Sheppey, and know all men, by these presents, that 1 do hereby attach you, the said Ral,ah, of murder and sacrilege, now, or of late, done and committed by you, the said Ralph, contrary to the peace of our Sovereign Lord the King, his crown and dignity : and I do hereby re quire you, the said Ralph, to forthwith surrender and give up your own proper person, together with the Castle of Shur. land aforesaid, in order that the same may be duly dealt with according to law. An 1 here standeth John de lier,h wood, Esquire, good man and true, Sherif - Fol . his Majesty's most loyal county of Kent, to enkr.2e the same, if need be, with his posse comitatus.' His what ?' said the Baron. " His posse comitatus, and-' " Go to B.th ?' said the Bar n. A defiance so contemptuous roused the ire of the adverse commanders. A volley of missiles rattled about the Baron's cars. Night-caps avail tittle against contusions. lie left the walls, and returned to the great hall. " . Let them pelt away,' quoth the Baron—' there are no windows to break, and they can't get in.' So he took his af ternoon liar, and the siege went on. " Towards evening his Lordship awoke, and grew tired of the din. Guy Pearson, ton, had got a black eye from a brick bat, and the assailants were clambering over the outer wall. So the Baron called for his Sunday hauberk of Milan steel, and his great two-handed sword with the tertible name. It was the fashion in feudal times to give names to swords : King Ar. tht:r's was christened Excallbar ; the Baron called his Tickle toby, and whenever he took it in hand it was no joke. Up with the portcullis I Down with the bridge !' said Sir Ralph, and out he sallied, followed by the elite of his re tainers. Then there was a pretty to-do. Heads flew one way —arms and legs another; round went Tickletoby, and wher ever it aFghted, down canoe horse and man ; the Baron ex celled himself that day. All that he had done in Palestine faded in the comparison ; he had fought for fun there, but now it was for life and lands. Away went John de Northwood ; away went William of llever, and Roger of Leybourne. Hamo de Crevecceur, with the Church va,als and the banner of St. Austin, had been gone some time. The siege was raised, and the Lord of Sheppey left alone in his glory." FRASER'S MAGAZINE. In an article headed " Should Clergymen take part in Politics," Oliver Yoake is decidedly of opinion that they should, taking tor granted, of course, that the Tory parsons exercise patamount influence throughout the country, and tioially regardless of the scandal brought upon the establishment by the late indecent displays of the Exeter-hall fanatics. This may be a Conservative, but it is certainly not a Christian view of the case. Clergymen have no business with poli tics. There is quite enough strife in the world, with out their embittering it by their uncharitable inter ference. They should confine themselves to the pul pit, and the diligent tending of their flock. Were they to restrict themselves to this, their legitimate vocation, they would have no leisure for party warfare. But in nine out of ten cases, it is the negligence of the parson that creates the parson-politician. " Maria Memo rabilia" is by Nimrod. It is a string of anecdotes. brought very pleasantly together. The author, Ive see, pronounces an anathema on all soups - and broths. What will the shade of Sir William Curtis say to this heresy ? Here is Mr. Apperton's opinion, who, as an experienced epicure, is entitled to our most re spectful consideration : " But I am not altogether qualified to give my opinion about soups ; for although I am the son of a man who never dined at home without soup, I very rarely touch it, not five times in a year, I consider it the worst possible start over the maho gany—not only relaxing to the stomach, but, with myself, acting as a damper to the appetite, sufficient to destroy half the pleasure arising from a 'well-cooked dinner. And it would seem that it was always considered a damper. In the cele brated song of " Wedneabury Cocking," the guests are to dine for a groat ; but on 'condition that, before they begin upon the beef, they are to swallow a gallon of broth. This recalls to my recollection a fact that occurred many years back in Cheshire. Two gentle Men, afterwards eminent in their profession—one of thenk indeed, became chief-justice of Eng land—served their clerldship with a very rich, but excessively miserly, attorney in that county, whose larder was generally very ill supplied. I know not what we shall do, sir,' (he resided in the country), said his housekeeper to him one day, on finding that - two of his clients intended stopping to dine with him; there will not be dinner enough, I fear.' Have you brothed the clerks,' inquired the lawyer. ' I have, replied the housekeeper. ' broils ens again,' resumed the miser. Another droll anecdote was current aboul this said lawyer ; but how far characteristic of him, in would be indecent in me to say. Being overtaken on his road home one night by a violent storm of thunder and lightning, he be came very much alarmed, and was glad to avail himself of the company of a neighbour who was going his road. You need not be afraid,' said the man to him - if the devil was to come he would take me, and not you.' Why so?' asked the lawyer. He knows lie is sure of you,' was the answer. The "Remembrances of a Monthly Nurse" are be:- ter this month than they have yet been. " One or two Words on one or two Books" contains a fierce assault and battery—and, so far as we can judge from the ex tiacis, ilQt numeritcti—vli " the S.udent of Padua," The Reviewer quotes the preface to this tragedy, which is in wretched taste, and shows a hopeless spirit of self-conceit and egotism. The " Atlas and Our selvps" is 4 very pretty quarrel go: up Ilqween Fraser, the iitimeuni ; and Atlas, We leave It as it • • stands, for our'(iontemporaries are quite able to anslA er for themselyt s. • TAIT'S MAGAZINE. critical notices. of " Lockhart's Memoirs of Scott;" and of " Prior's Life of Goldsmith," arc by far the best articles . in this 'Number—not that the others arc bad, but'that these are first-rate. They give you the very heart and marrow, " blood, bones, and all," of the works which they discus;. The ori &nal observations too are worthy of all laud for their pithy and senteotiou:3 sagacity. The Reviewer of Scott's Memoirs speaks in becoming terms of vene ration for that great man, which is creditable to his sense of justice ; for we can easily sec that he is a red hot Radical, and moreover "a good hater." Of Gold smith—. Poor Guldv," as Johnson affectionately used to call him—it is impossible to speak too highly, whether as man or author, and accordingly the Re viewer lays on his praise with a trowel. " Affairs of Canada" is a clever, condensed sketch of the present state of affairs in that colony. The writer is Mr. Tait, who is thus, "like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once"—that is to say, editor, contributor, and pub lisher ! Promo the " Beggar's Wallet," we quote a dainty extract. People, says Dr. Johnson, like to read about good eating and drinking, and the following will, we think, give them an appetite : " It was at Falkstone Feast that the simple heart of Mat) , Grey became very unexpectedly exposed to the seductions of a London suitor. Falkstone is a pretty village on the con fines of •Nottinghamshire, which, every November just as its soil becomes glutonized into the consiteney of pitch, and the little brook by which it is traversed swells so as to render the lower grounds impassable—rewards itself for the arrival of winter and typhus fever, by celebrating its annual feast, dedi cated, in the olden time, as well as its parish church, to the • cloak-rending saint, St. Martin ; and solemnized, in latter times, with considerable slaughter of fatted calves, and a massacre of half the fowls and turkeys of the barnyards of the neighbourhood. Every 11 th of November down come flitches and hams from housewifely chimneys ; barrels of strew , beer are broached in the richer farms; long-hoarded and long-bearded bottles of currant or cowslip wine are brought forth ; a glorious confusion of pork-pies and apple pies steams in the oven ; and scarce a hut or hovel in Falk stone so wanting in means or public spirit as not to show a well-scoured deal-table covered with some sort of cheer, front the well-spiced round of pressed beef, down to a barley loaf and angle of pale-faced Derby cheese—in order to welcome from afar the kinsfolk and acquaintance, the hundredth cousins or neighbours' children, who repair for the annual renewal of such associations, to tine clayey parish, constituting what is called their "native soil.' Ihe custom is as good as it is old. Patriotism is the natural growth of such attachments. • As the abounding river is fed by tributary streamlets, love of parish, county, country, form an inevitable gr a dati on o f virtue." We recommend the above savoury extract to the attention of our City Aldermen. It will serve as a capital whet, dillested half an hour before the next Lord Mayot's Feast. " Highland Biography" is full of the hardest and toughest Scotch words. We like, however, wir.q little we can understand of it. " Rhymed Rambles" display all Ebenezcr—what a name for a poet !—Elliot's usual strength of feeling. THE PICKWICK PAPERS.-NO. 13. Boz gives us here some piquant details relative to the goings on of the Bath footmen, to which city he has conducted his hero, Mr. Pickwiel:, and his inimi table servant Samuel \Yeller. We are not a little sur prised at the unabated spirit with which our young novelist keeps up these delightful characters, who may be called the Don Quixotic and Sancho of Cockney dom. They have not yet flagged for au instant. We have read hundreds of Cockney sketches—indeed we meet with something of the sort in every second work of fiction we take up—but none that display half the mingled fun and fancy of these by'i3oz. Old Pickwick is a trump, and as for Sam, he is worthy' to vie with Madame D'Arblay's Toni Hicks. He is, in fact, a ereation---a great thing to say in these times, when there is so much talent but so little genius afloat. We subjoin an account of Sam's interview with a dig nified Bath footman. His reason for " dining early," because he finds " that he gets better on at supper when he does," is a racy touch of characteristic hu mour that, we are sure, will be generally appreciated. It has been objected, we perceive, by some small cri tics, to these " Papers," that they are vulgar. If this be the case, then is Hogarth vulgar—Liston vulgar —Foote vulgar—Nature herself vulgar—and nothing genteel but insipid common-place, and polished twaddle. There is more arrant vulgarity in one fashionable now], the scene of which is laid at Almack's, than in all that Boz has ever written, or ever will write. But we are forgetting our extract : "Sarn Weller put on his hat in a very easy.and graceful manner, and thrusting his hands in his waistcoat pockets, walked with great deliboration to Queen-square, whistling as he went along, several of the most popular airs of the day, as arranged with entirely new movements for that noble instru ment the organ, either mouth or barrel. Arriving at the num ber in Queen-square to which he had been directed, he left off whistling, and gave a cheerful knock ; which was instantane ously answered by a powdered-headed footman in gorgeous livery, and symmetrical stature. Is this here Mr. Bantam's, old feller ?" inquired Sam Weller, nothing abashed by the blaze of splendour which burst upon his sight, in the person of the powdered-headed footman with the gorgeous livery. " Why, young man?" was the haughty inquiry of the pow dered-headed footman. •' 'Cos if it is. jilt you step into him with that 'ere card, and say Mr. Veller's a waitin', will you, six-foot ?" said Sam. And saying it, he very coolly walked into the ball, and.sat down. " The powdered-headed footman slammed the door very hard, and scowled very grandly, , but both the slam and the scowl were lost upon Sam, who tr:►s regarding a mahogany umbrella stand w►th every outward token of critical approval. " Apparently his master's reception of the card had im pressed the powdered-headed footman in Sam's favour, for when he came back from delivering it, he smiled in a friendly manner, and said that the answer would ite ready directly. Werry good," said Sam. " Tell the gond old gen'lm'n not to put himself in a pesperation. No hurry, six-foot. I've had my dinner." " You dine early, Sir," said the powdered-headed footman. " I find I gets on better at supper when I does," replied Sam. " Have you been long in Bath, Sir ?" inquired the pow dered-headed footman. "-I have not had the pleasure of hearing of you before." " I haven't created any very surprisin' sensation here yet," rejoined Sam, " for me and the other fash'nables only come, last night." 6 Nice place, Sir," said the powdered-headed footman. " Seems so," observed Sam. " Pleasant society, Sir," remarked the powdered-headed footman. " Very agreeable servants, Sir." " I should think they wos," replied Sam. " Affable, unaf fected, say. nothin-to-nobody sort o' Niers." " Oh, very much so, indeed, Sir," said the powdered-headed footman, evidently taking Sam's remark as a high compliment. `` Very much so indeed. Do yon do ants thing in this way, Sir ?" inquired the tall footman, producing a small snuff-box with a fox's head on the top of it.' " Not without sliming," replied Sam. " Why, it is difficult, Sir, I confess," said the tall footman. "It may be done by degrees, Sir. Coffee is the best prac tice. I carried coffee, Sir, for a long time. It looks very like rappee, Sir." " Here a sharp peel at the bell reduced the powdered headed footman to the ignominious necessity of putting the fox's head in his pocket, and hastening with a humble coun tenance to Mr. Bantam's study.' B y the by, we scarcely ever knew a man who never read or wrote either, who hadn't got some small back parlour which he would not call a study. " There is the answer, Sir," said the powdered-headed foot man. " lam afraid you'll find it inconveniently large." " Don't mention it," said Sam, taking a letter with a small enclosure. " It's just possible as exhausted natur may manage to surwive it." _ _ " I hope we shall meet again, Sir," said the powdered headed footman, rubbing his hands, and following Sam out to the door-step. " You are wery obligiu', Sir," replied Sam. " Now, doii't allow yourself to be fatigued beyond your powers, there's a amiable bein.' Consider what you owe to society, and don't let yourself be injured by toe much work. Fur the sake o' your feller erectors, keep yourself as quiet as you can ; only think what a loss you would be." With these pathetic words, Sam Weller departed. ter milalnr.tlNlNaTteller that," sail a countenance ‘. the powdered. headed A footman,"Avery sing singularlooking young a which clea r ly s howed he could make nothin g o f hi m . Sam said ;ion of countenance which shook hi s h ea d, sm il e d, I , vinke n d ot a h g ir a ig in ; at an s i l i l. wit tle an w e i x n . lf w e e t s l seemed to denote that he was greatly amused with something or other, walked met rily away." DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE. Simphin and Marshall. This is the best Number of a pericdieal, second to none of its Contemporaries iu point of literary th4t has yet attracted our notice. All the atticle4•---with the exception of the first and ninth which are political, and the last which relates to a local theological controversy—T.are as varied as interesting, and as good in every respect, as any reader of taste could desire them to he. The review of " Anster's Xeniola" has filled us with a lively desire to possess ourselves of a work, which—judging from the extracts quoted in the columns of our Dublin contemporary can scarcely fail to become popular among that class of readers whose approbation is the choicest . reward of genius. We can barely make room for a few lines from the " Elegy ;" which lines we hesitate not to class among the most chaste and touching that we remem her ever to hare read : " Oh, who art thou, that, v.ith weak words of comfort, Would'at bid the mourner not to weep ?—woultrat win The cheek of sorrow to a languid smile? Thou dna: not know with what a pious love Grief dwells upon the dead l--thou dost not know With what a holy teal Grief treasures up All that recalls the past I—when the dim eye Rolls objectless around, thou dost not know What forms are •floating o'er the mourner's soul ! Thou dost not know with what a soothing art Grief, that rejects man's idle consolations, Makes to itself companionable friends Of all, that charmed the dead ! her robin still Seeks at the wonted pane his morning crumbs, And, surely, not less dear fur the low sigh, His visit wakes I—and the tame bird who loved To follo w with gay wing her every step, Who oft, in playful fits of mitniery, Echoed h er song , i s d earer f or her sake ! The wind, that from the hawthorn's dewy blossoms Brings frag rance , breathes of her I—th e mora l l ay , That last she loved to hear, with deeper charm Speaks to the spirit now !—even these boa notes, Breathed o'er her grave, will sink into the-soul, A pensive song that Memery will love In pensive moments. " Mourners, is there not An angel, that illumes the house of mourning ? The Spirit of the Dead—a holy image, Shrined in the soul—for ever beautiful, • Undimmed with earth—its tears—its weaknesses— And changeless, as within the exile's heart The picture oT his country ; —there no cloudS Darken the hills—no tempest sweeps the,vaLe,_ And the loved forms, he never more must meet, Are with him in the vision, fair, as when, Long years ago, they clasped his hands at parting ! Richard Brinsiey -Sheridan, the celebrated wit, dra matist, and orator—we cannot call him a statesman-- makes his appearance this month in the " Gallery of Illustrious Irishmen." The list of portraits would be imperfect without this great name, and therefore we are glad to finds it included among those whose genius has reflected honour upon their native country ; but Moore has so ably discharged the duty' of Sheridan's biographer, that we could be satisfied with a less ela borately finished likeness than we anticipate from the careful outline here presented to us. Many of the writer's theories are more ingenious than sound ; and several of his deductions from facts startle by their no velty rather than convince by any innate evidence of their truth. But on the whole, the sLtch is vigorously conceived, and boldly and faithfully executed. The Rev. Illackihorn 111‘Flairs autobiographer— as the worthy cousin of his deceased Reverence styles himself—has kept us so long waiting for the second chapter, that we are half inclined to be angry with him. This he is welcome to interpret as.an earnest of our good opinion, which, if we be not greatly mistaken in him, he can only forfeit by neglecting to make his appearance regularly every month in these pages. His humour is as genuinely Irish as it is abundant. The ‘.‘ Convicts of Lisnamona,” by the author of " Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry," is continued in this Number ; it is characterised by that pc;rfect knowledge of Irish habits, manners, feelings, and superstitions, which, independently of a refined delicacy of sentiment, rarely met with in sketches of such 11E11111)12 pretension —constitutes the great charm of all Mr. Carleton's tales, The Political articles we pass over—as we shall continue to do when noticing this periodical—in silence. We can tolerate ultra-Toryism, when accompanied by. such Juminotis evidences of distinguished literary merit. THE ASIA7IC JOURNAL. Allen and Co. The second part of " Dr. Loewe's Critical Essay on the Origin of the Egyptian - Language" forms the opening article in the " Asiatic Jcornal" for April. The learned in the grammatical nicities of Oriental literature owe a debt of gratitude to the celebrated author for the deep and patient research which he has employed to discover the common origin of the two most ancient written languages in the w ou ld—th e Egyptian and the Hebrew. There arc many sweet lines, and sWeeter ideas scattered over the '" Flowers for Poets' Graves ;" but there are none of them which would not suffer by being transplanted to 'our columns. Inchi Sedin the Pirate," is a stirring tale, written by .some person well acquainted with Indian life. We expect to see it followed by, others, with this qualifica tion, however—that we would prefer a little more character in the delineation of the actors, and a great deal less sentiment. The " Wife" is a clever tale, and apparently sketched from the life. The " Non-inter vention System" is a political article on the British system of governing India, which we recommend to the consideration of all who take a lively interest in this very important question.' For our own part our opinions upon it. have been so often expressed that we consider it altogether unnecessary t 6 repeat them in an - analysis of a paper, which cannot fail to attract general attention. The intelligence for the Month is arranged with all the care that distinguishes what is usually called " the getting up" of this well arranged periodical. THE MONTHLY REPOSITORY. Charles Fox. The. translation of 'Hoffinan's " Nutcracker,"—an author not unknown to the readers of the Repository— has contributed an ingenious criticism on the character of Shakspeare's lago, in which he traces the crimes of that extraordinary. villain to his excessive jealousy, which he maintains exceeded in intensity the passion of Othello. The idea is not a novel one. We well remember that the first time we ever saw Othello per formed, we left the, theatre with a similar impression on our mind, and on communicating it to persons of more experience and nicer discrimination than our selves, we were astonished to find it controverted. Our first impression, however, has remained un changed to the present hour. But though the matter of this criticism be not only unobkctionable, but ex cellent, yet the manner is far from agreeable to us We detest the entire phraseology of the phrenologists, the whole school of whom we regard as a set of bab bling quacks. Of all humbugs the most ridiculous is' -the pretended science of " bumps," and " craniums ;" and we can scarcely look at the juggling terms " combativeness," " secretiveness," " acquisitiveness," even in a book, without ex periencing a something bordering on an inclina tion to fling it behind the fire. The article on the Civil War in Spain, will raise a host of enemies against the Hon. and Gallant Member for West minster. The writer, who was an eye-witness of what he relates, sketches the hardships and sufferings of the Legion—the cruel treatment of the men by their own officers—the floggings to which men and women —aye, women —were subjected, on the bare breech—by order of the Provost-Marshal—with an earnestness which cannot fail to make a powerful impression on the public mind. The zeal with which we have uniformly supported the cause in which General Evans is en gaged—the many tributes which we have paid, and the many more which we hope to have opportunities of' paying, to the personal gallantry of that brave officer— remove from us all suspicion of heing eager to give credit to the calumnies of the organs of Toryism. But the charges here preferred arc of the gravest nature, and, if questioned, the author oiFers to authenticate them. In tile general opinions of the writer, with respect to the conclusion of 'the war, we are inclined to concur. With such native Generals -as the Queen has now in the Basques,_ the war can never be termi nated. A strong French force of occupation, and a solemn decree of the Cortes, re:Aoring their ancient privileges to the Basque peasantry, would soon stop the effusion of blood, and put an end -to the Retell» der's power in Spain. T he " It'fleman's Wife," is not without pathos ; hot ahogolitl it i (Inc of the thousand and one that demand our noti c e every month , and—are overlooked and forgotten. The critiNi notices are rather brief, but they lit,: (=Any and con • seientioudy written. THE RAIL - 4 7 AV MAGA 2 INF. ! ~=t'.: . Th's i,i a well conduo:j work r enthraoing the pr:ncipics and the dettllis varioto 4.llprovetnews in iocommiun ;. and accompanied by able and irnpar. t:al strictures on the many Hallway speculations tt) which their originators invite the consideration of Par liament. To speak of its contents in detail is what cannot be expected of us.. The first article, however, on the resistance of Locomotive Engines in u se on Railways, from the French of M. de Pam!)ou r , is so riflete with new matter that we consider it a duty to recommend it to the notice. of engineers. THE EVANGELICAL REGISTER. Painter. not . c• this publication:tner:Ay to express our ap • r &don of the principles upon r..hich it is conducted All articles, papers, -s.rid reports of a sectarian charac ter are carefully excluded from its columns ; and only such are inserted as cannot possibly give offence to any believer in revealed religion. This is an admirable feature hi such a work, and ought to procure for.it a most extensive patronage. THE MONTHLY MAGAZINE. Sherwood and Co. This Number, in addition to more than the usual average of very clever articles,- is embellished with a handsome portrait of Andrew Jackson, late President of the United States. The countenance is open, the forehead high and massive, the brows arched and project- Mg, and the lips compressed, gi% ing to the lower part of the race the expression of great firmness and prudence. Accompanying the portrait ►s a b►ograph►cal not►ce chiefly compiled from the !att. William Colthett's life (;f that distinguished Republican. " City Sketches, ly; an Old Citizen," are excellent. The writer has a f►incl of dry caustic liti:uour, which 112 knows how to employ with great advantage.:! The '' Baron Court of Little Brought-.n, by the Ghost of Swift," is in very different style from anything the witty Dean wrote while in the Iles!►. But that may doubtless be ac counted fur by having regard to the principles which may be supposed to govern the literary labours of ghosts. The " Miseries of ,a Portrait Painter," is a capital sketch, by no means to() highly coloured. The other articles possess the average merit of respectable magazine literature. The book ❑ogees are very care fully written. They reflect credit' on the taste Of the Editor. COURT MA GA Z The portrait of " Boz" is that of a shrewd, intelli gent young man ; but whether it be, or be not, like the original, eve cannot underta!:e ro say. The criti cism accompanying the sketch is just, an•: penned in a kindly spirit. Of the remaining articles there are few that call for comment. ME7'ROPOLITAN The " Bencicand the Bar" is replete with entertain ing, gossiping reminiscences of Lords Brougham, Lyndhurst, and many other eminent lawyers. The Trismcgistian Records" promises well, though, as it is to be " continued in our next," we shall suspend any decisive opinion. These unfinished articles arc sad balks to the reader's enjoyment. Many who see the opening of an essay, or story, may never have an opportunity of seeing its conclusion. " Sketches of Bohemia - are from the per. of an ol)servai►t traveller, who judges for himself—the only way to form a sound judgment. " Parliamentary Portraits" are hy the author of " Random Recollections." The sketch of Mr. Wentworth Beaumont is the most characteristic. Captain Marvatt's " Dog Fiend" flags sadly this month. However, as even Jove somet►mes 'cods, why should the author of Peter Simple ?" The notices of new hooks in the present Number are tersely and im partially drawn up. THE FREEMASONS' QUARTERLY REVIEW. Sherwood and Co. The-" Brothers of the Mystic tie" arc fast overcom ing a host of popular prejudices by means of this well conducted periodical. \Ve are not ourselves - of the initiated, and therefore we can speak this much with confidence. With pleasure do we find that verses— such as might be warbled in a fair lady's bower—find a welcome reception in these pages. \Ve are not a surprised to find that the Hon. Member for Kil kenny is an old member of the Masonic fraternity ; for we bad long entertained the conviction that Roman Catholics were not allowed to become Freemasons, without subjecting themselves to the spiritual penalty of excommunication. That our impression was erro neous appears evident from the following paragraph, which we quote fram the Review:— " Daniel O'Connell, Esq , M. P.—This distinguished Mason passed the chair of a Lodge in Dublin many years since, and fulfilled the duties of his office with exemplary fidelity, but the claims which public business necessarily made upon his time, precluded the possibility of further active service ; be therefore very reluctantly retired. Brother O'Connell is desir ous that this, his only reason fur absenting himself from meet ings wherein he has derived so much social pleasure, and the still higher gratification arising from the instructive union of a moral with a scientific pursuit should be generally known. We can state from good authority, that both in-public and in private, be always pays homage to the order, by the declaration of its in estimable value to society, and thus cheerfully and thankfully adduces an additional instance of the power of Masonry, to re tain by its native grace and purity the true allegiance of a sin gularly gifted Brother, who, when in the society of his Brother Masons, whatever may be the difference of opinion upon oft er subjects, can, anti does ever and anon discourse most Ao. fluently upon the moral beauty of our mysteries." It is thought that either Lord Cork or Lord Port man will be the new Lord-Lieutenant of Somerset. A quantity of arms and other munitions of war have just been shipped on board the frigate Inconstant, Captain D. Print, which ship has sailed for San Sebastian, whence she will go to Lisbon, having also provisions on board for our fleet in the Tagus. She will afterwards proceed to the. Mediter raneaa, to supply the plare of the Vernon, 52, The Scylla, 16-gun brig, has also departed for the north boast of Spain, to relieve the Ringdove, 16, ordered hom e to be paid off, Much expedition is apparent in the conip meot o f t h e s„i„. gapatam frigate, fitting out at Slice-405 s for the West India station. She is nearly manned, a,,cl is intended to relieve the Belvidera, 42, whose tune has expired. The ships new fitting at Portsmouth are the Princess Charlotte, 101, for the Medi terranean ; Pelorus, 16, for th:.: East Indies ; and Larne, 20, ordered to be commissioned. destination not known. On Wednesday 'Doming, between three and four o'clock, as a servant girl out of place, named Mary Atkins, a fine young woman of 19 years of age, was undressing herself at her lodgings in East -street, Manchester-square, where she was living with another young woman, similarly situated, she accidentally dropped the candle on the floor, and while in the act of stooping to pick it up ignited her dress, which was re duced to tinder in a very short time. She was conveyed to the hospital, where she now lies in a dreadful state, almost without hope of recovery. It seems they had been at Grecan wich fair with some young men, and had been drinking too NEWSPAPERS.—Evervthing under heaven increases n price except newspapers. Beef and pork, flour and butter, sugar, tea and coffee; salt, fish and onions, dry goods and met groceries, fuel and rent, buckwheat and washerwomen, arc all advanced in price. But newspapers, that most indispen sable and no getting-along-without-it article the sum and substance of man's existence—remains in statu quo. And vet there is no - one thing, not even steam-boats, that keep up with them in the march of improvement. They are constantly iatproving in size, appearance, and talent ; but as to pri(*, the only improvement there is alma the cheaper system, and g.vs to benefit the reader. We have seen a man charge two dollars and a half for an article the construction of which pro bably occupied some bungler half a day, Lnd at the same moment grumble at a printer's charge of two dollars for a year's wets, which, when bound no,. would make a volume of nervy, of inci dent, and of moral, interesting, and instructive miscellany, tha no bookseller would dispose of for less than twenty timr4 tltQ mount.—North Ricer (AnteJ kali) Tines.