The Sun. — London, England, 1833-11-01 00:00:00

MAGAZINE DAY. FRASER'S MAGAZINE. i :f he " Book of Enoch" sets out with a pro ious flourish of trumpets respecting the in gisable discovery of this long-lost apochryphal lolls by B ruce , in Abyssinia. The author e ils us, however, little or nothing to justify his notes, b ut i ndulges i nstead i n some craz y, : ear ning, metaphysi ca l speculations, more wmg -1 th atteal than the riddle of the Sphynx. Never eless, the essay must b e a " mag nificent" one, t its author tells us so ; and, surely, he is a huge ! To u s , h owever , the profuse extracts t , °°l Byron, Coleridge, and Southey, are its main it see tnmendati ons . " The Doctor Bewitched" a a tol era bl e g h ost story , s h ow i ng us h o w, ,Ige oth er d ay, an Ir i sh M . D . was a ll b ut to ' l ghtened to death by an old ugly Irish witch, Whose l ong yarns h e re f use d to li sten . Th e de ath of his p a ti en ts, however, which the hob goblin; predi c t e d, may be referred to natural, t ncnit having recourse to supernatural, causes. ta litel Y there needs no witch to kill an apothe tl.q 8 Pati en t s ! Hi s own d rugs a re quite suffi- 4 ent • The or i g i n of this tale may be found in 1 :: Theodore Hook's clever piece of diablerie Who' if th e Gi psey "— an e ld er ly gentlewoman ' °' if we remember rightly, grinned an old bi e . r ehant and his two daughters into fits, and ti tnately into their co ffi ns, because the father,with Shrewd eye to business, refused to tip her half-a -°"1,11 one dark night in Bedford square. " Boa tee 8 Memoi rs o f M rs . I nc hbald" is an interesting n ii ektoi r of one of the brightest stars in English h t :rature. By all accounts Mrs. Inchbald must v :e been a most fascinating creature ; lovely, 4 7, ee i r ni, sensitive ; a piquant compound of d e " 11 1' ener g y and feminine weakness. No won ehe turned the heads of all who approached i h er I Had she lived in the days of Cleopatra, I I : Tight have , made or marred an empire. Old -4 , 4 en has striven hard to destroy our interest t i e tl na lady, but in vain. He has made myste t4 s of the plainest facts, and turned the plainest at etB I nto mystery ; shaking his head ominously la th e most common-place anecdotes, and inching a truism with as much noise and bop, as if he were a God launching a thunder °' We k now no bi ogra pher of this or any s er day, who brings forth his matters-of-fact ke S uch a show of writhing and convulsion. 0 : seems astonished at every thing, even at his wiII sagacity. In this last respect his readers h' no doubt, sympathize with his surprize. lhe following anecdote of Mrs. Inchbald is ! I llY ch arac t er i st i c : A t YVhile she was dispensing her liberal contributions to 4 4 lick and aged of her family and friends, by five and Pounds at a time, she would refuse to part with a pence, even under the most pressing c i rcums t ances . 14 0 in s t an c es o f this peculiarity have come to our know * te, which, as they have never bef ore appeared i n pr i nt, • ° , : hall here lay before our readers. % 11l It was he r habit, for a length of time, to di ne every o eth (l ,Y with Mr. and Mrs. Kemble. On one of these her -4° , 48, in the winter season, with snow upon the ground, 11/1 1 , 4 " 4 Were earnestly solicited by the poor old man age ' W ept the crossing in Great Russell.street. The pier. tottered habiliments of the suppliant, and the %awl" of the day, from which they were mutually . fat/ mi l -1. " Were advocates that pleaded strongly in his ,omens. _ I u ° touched her compassion, though they were not 'e t • en enough to subdue her settled habit of minute 4 d °Eb y ; she suppressed her pity, walked on, and turned 4„ e af ear to his entreaties. She had hardly passed i t - 4: 13 1 the hearing of his fluent supplications, when her tratt4Ped on a piece of frozen snow, and she fell pros half Q 4 the p avemen t. A s rap idl y as hi s years an d his he r t( Nlid limbs would allow, the aged sweeper ran to th, ( l 4 istance. Still her avarice was untouched ; she es t r e d him, and pursued her course. But as she pro teih-ed On her way, the touch of natural compassion, her sq„ -e 5 f the man's generosity, and the upbraidtngs of her 1 4 ; heart, striving against the habitual control of a le g ''gr spirit of calculation, produced such an . overpower ', efliet of opposing feelings, that, on arriving at the ( Thies', she fainted away. slip The second instance is of a less tragic descriptio9. 44Wilkinson and Miss Siddons had, one summer's li k t: in gt driven out in a pony-chaise, to visit Mrs. Inch reeLi,t Kensi ng t on . Th e d ay c l ose d i n u p on th e m more tu r. "l than they bad anticipated, and they were anxious ti,t ret urn „ home to Westbourn by a shorter route than O A ' h ad taken on the way out. But to accomplish this te e Is e W 44 a turnpike to be passed, and both the ladies Bout leZwit money. They entreated and implored Mrs. tte e :•, 4l4 lend them two pence, on this really serious tat 41 ; but no! all their solicitations and most touch her re Preoentations were in vain—nothing could move heiii h( 4 e persisted in her refusal, saying, with her usual You V" on the last words of the sentence, " I'll lend kit en pounds, because you'll remember to pa-ay that ; 1 46 ,:ion't lend you two pence, for that you will never a gain. . it Gall ery o f Li terary Ch arac t ers ," g i v es an out rageou s caricature of Miss Martineau, who seated before a fire, with a cat, like a familiar, her shoulder. From the expression of the T d Y's cou ntenance , we s h ou ld t a k e her to be hehobg o bli n t h at b ew i tc h e d th e I r i s h Doctor. b explanatory memoir is satirical and pointed, t tlt too wilf u lly e x agge r a ted- " On National l at e . °4( nny" contains some useful, practical eaten /I'4°lle. " The " Loss of the Amphitrite" gives le tY anti-Gallician version of this frightful "t4Btrophe. TAIT'S MAGAZINE. xr l i hough ever in extremes—verging on the orth Pole of Radicalism, yet there is no deny- I A the stubborn consistency, talent, and un r'ehing perseverance of our friend Tait. He also to be held in respect for his incessant as sault s on all expediency systems. He has no 4 °t ion of truckling or vacillation in politics—of o!atesman competent to discern the right track, li e , i ng to o timid or too lazy to follow it up. In it : 'Stat e and Prospects of the Radical Party" vi r , P a ints, '• in glowing colours, the increasing tiour and influence of the sect, and flings into e Per sh a d ow t h an ever R e mbrandt painted, the i l s °, s Peets of Toryism and Whiggery. Still he ta il 110 means blind to the errors of the Radi s' and l aments t h e i r di sun i on an d tendency to act r ather as i n di v id ua l s t h an i n masses . " Win orsor the Curse of God," is a noble poem, i te a thousand blemishes. Mr. Elliott, like °4ls inith, in his Traveller, seats himself on a Tri n un tain-ste e p, w h e nce he moralizes on the scenes bel ow and around him, but unlike his chaster and foie k indly prototype, permits the jaundiced e " l ts of th e R a di ca l t o mar the harmony of th s „ feeli ngs• This is bad taste, and shows that tie T u gh much of a poet, he is still more of a poli ita'L We b e li eve Mr. Elliott is the first man 1 4 : e ver penned a philippic against the corn A i 8 On the summit of the loftiest of the Derby sr P s ' His own blacksmith's shop would be a u tter place for such an effusion. These are the oropio cad ° o „rieg e time 01 r °cod e " v 'art 13°1 , r NlaJe' rbich liant C", stingu es t ;d vded, • clock' i George r t he ed by 4 r the ° e the rshiee the fa r ;hone r'd and, i l ' or d no m Ga rd - ehel , •e ,e,• e, L l fbe loth 01 P eri eve° et o t defects ; a word on the beautlee of the poem• " Carnationed Childhood" is a lovely, pictural ; epithet, and images infancy to our minds, in its happiest and most agreeable form. " So bad men frown ; but can their frown compel The cowslip to remain beneath the sod ? Can they prevent the mosses of the dell From lifting up their tiny hands to God ?" There is a deep, reverential spirit—worthy of Wordsworth—in the impersonation contained in this last line. No religion is so profound,so heart felt, as that of the true poet. He cannot keep it down :it is engrained in his very nature—is the essence of his inspiration—is wrung out in spite of himself. We see it even in the sceptic Byron, when apostrophizing evening, he tells us, in a line more full of real piety than all the episcopal sermons that were ever twanged from the pulpit— " Tho' not a breath crept thro' the rosy air, Yet still the forest leaves seem'd stir,' d with prayer." Mr. Elliott has great vigour of description, and an intense feeling of humanity. He puts thought, too, into his epithets. Thus, in the lines— " To bathe with married waves their monarch's feet, See where the Ashop and the Derwent haste; And how he rears him from the vale, complete In all his time-touched majesty." The words " married" and " time-touched," , depth , give much and feeling to this passage; as, when describing Cressida, Shakspeare says she is— " Modest as morning, when she coldly eyes The youthful Phoebus." Or, when painting the moonshine, he bids us observe " How sweet the moon-light sleeps upon that bank." Or as Wordsworth, when, in his sonnet— the finest in the language, written at Abbots ford—he talks of " the setting sun's pathe tic light." But we must hurry from poetry to sterner and more worldly matters. " Notes on Paris" are as good as notes can be on such a hackneyed subject. " First Session of the Reformed Parliament" is fierce and uncompro mising in its censure. The writer, however, has the grace to talk of the East India Bill as a mea sure " which has really given considerable satisfac tion." " Age of the Earth" should have been written by Lord Eldon, who, being all but ante diluvian in years and prejudices, might have furnished us with the results of his own personal experience on the subject. The article is learned, and not without ingenuity in its speculations, for most of which the author is indebted to Cuvier. " The Fairy Lady" is a graceful criticism on one of Calderon's dramatic pro ductions, in which occurs the following just remark : " The imaginative literature of southern countries is almost invariably characterised by an air of genial and fanciful exuberance, that appears unwilling to mingle with those dark and fierce passions to which their inhabi tants are said to be particularly disposed." BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE. The article on " Edmund Burke," in this number, contains, as usual, much eloquence mixed up with more absurdity. One theory which the writer starts, has struck us with pro found astonishment. He declares the French Revolution to have been indirectly brought about by the revocation of the Edict of Nantes, under Louis the Fourteenth As well might he have attributed it to the wars of the Roses, or the intrigues of Warwick, the " King-maker." Every one knows that the seeds of the French revolution were sown by Voltaire and the Ency clopaedists, and that the immediate cause of it was the rupture of the Duke of Orleans with the Court, owing to some slight passed on him by Marie Antoinette. Hence originated the Jacobin clubs of the provinces, which the Duke's wealth and Murat's journal caused to be trans ferred to Paris. Hence, too, the intrigues of the " Mountain," the fall of the Girondists, and the inevitable hurrying on of the Reign of Terror. Voltaire " rocked the cradle" of the French revolution ; Egalite acted as its man hood's tutor—tutor, worthy of such a pupil! The author might have spared the sneer at Dr. Price, who, he strenuously insists, as if delighted with the fact, was killed by Burke's Reflections. But Toryism is not famous for humanity. We re member the loud shout of derision it set up, when young Keates was represented as having been rendered broken-hearted by the assaults of the Quarterly. Yet, when the case is re versed, when a Tory happens to be killed by a Radical, bless us, what an uproar—what a bray ing—what a pricking up of ears ! We shall never forget the Tory tribulation, when it was rumoured that LordEllenborough had fallen a victim toH on e. From the peer in his palace to the cook in his kitchen, the whole Tory squad, like Rachel weep ing for her children, was overpowered by its exceeding sensibilities, and, like her, " refused to be comforted," because its great legal Corypha us " was not." Such is the cant of party—the great blighter of all generous sensibilities ! The " Sketcher" abounds in animated descriptions of nature. The writer feels, as well as under stands, the Fine Arts. The subjoined passage s written as Salvator Rosa would have painted :- " Now, then, take your palette in hand, and sketch in boldly such a subj.ct—w here tie sea shall be subservient to the sky ; take plenty of colour, and no small brush. Here you have one long uninterrupted horizon of water from one end of the canvass to the other—so far Omnia pontus erant. Let it be mid ocean, a thousand miles at least from land on every side, a thousand miles from " brown furze"—colour, a dark green, inclining to blue, and occasionally falling into the purple, with sweeps of black shadow across, running into the deep hollows of the waves ; and let the waves be edged with a cold blue tint, and not curled, transparent, and of a depth unfa thomable. To account for these shadows and colours, you will first have dashed in some masses in your sky ; you will now give them more shape. The time is evening-- towards the " close of parting day," and approach of night; leaving thereby the expectation of something more horrible, when darkness shall be no longer visible, but all shall be given up to sound, to roar, and to howling—to this expectation the picture must lead the imagination. There must be large and gathering masses of clouds, a red and lurid light much pervading them. Over them, fre quent cold and watery vapours shall be hast en i ng an d collecting as if called in from their outposts on mor e im portant duty. For t he dare conflict is not yet, b u t i n dreadful preparation. The elemental war i s not yet be gun, but the monstrous genii are entering th e arena o f combat over the everlasting gulf. Towards the horizon, break the masses of the clouds, and flake an openi ng f or the distant light of the setti n g sun in lurid streaks, an d one line of deep red. Let cold grey mountain shaped clouds rise up and be the boundary, behind which this lurid light shall be spread. On the right, let the cloud s drop heavy and almost black upon th e purple line of the sea. Amid the clouds, there are shapes of horror, of dark ness, of obscurity, of evil omen, of death—funereal hue, and pomp, and gathering. And behind, a purple mass, there rises, Is hue somewhat blending the red with the grey, the monster cloud, with mysterious and visible expression of living feature, of the Storm Demon, ordering up, with projected arm, the spirits " that do his pleasure in the vasty deep." Upon the swell of a huge wave, there is dimly seen an object—it is so unobtruding on the eye that you do not for some time see it; and now that you do, you find it of deep interest. It is a poor wretch upon a part of a wreck, part of a mast and plank ; he is with his head between his knees, and beside him a dog crouching by him and looking up to him. There is not even a sea bird to scream his dirge over the waters to his home far away, of which, in his misery, be is thinking. The painter cannot paint sound, but you can imagine you hear a howl blended with the distant roar. The rest is left to the imagination." " The First Session of the Reformed Parlia ment" might have been written for, we are sure it would have been inserted in, Tait's Magazine. How true is the adage, " Extremes meet !" The writer, as a matter of course, is an alarmist on the subject of Russian influence ; but he may ring the alarum as often as he pleases ; few will think it worth their while to listen. Europe is in no danger from " the Scythian Colossus." To the Tories, who look at her with a sort of imperfect, twilight eye, she may appear a giant but to those who can bear to keep a fixed, steady gaze on her, she is but a dwarf. " The Spanish Succession" takes a Carlist view of the question. The diatribe is a most unseasonable one, for it predicts the triumph of Don Carlos, at the very moment when his stanchest advocates are falling away from him on all sides. " Lines suggested by David's Picture of Napoleon Asleep' have a stern, manly vigour about them worthy of , Byron. We must give this splendid poem : " Steal softly!—for the very room, The stately chamber of His rest, Imparts a gasping awe and gloom Unto the rash intruder's breast — Here, kneel and look !—but breathe not, lest Thy gross material breath alone Should wake that eye's immortal blaze, That, like the Last Archangel's gaze, Might scorch thee into stone ! " He sleeps!—while Earth around him reels, And Mankind's million hosts combine Against the seeptre.sword which seals Their fate from Lapland to the Line— While, like a giant roused from wine, Grim Europe, starting, watches him, The Warrior. Lord of Lodi's field— O'er Jenna's rout who shook his shield— Is hush'd in slumber dim 1 " He sleeps I—The Thunderer of the World For once bath, wearied, dropt the bolt, Whose strokes split empires up—and hurl'd To dust each purple.mantled Dolt, 'Mid havoc, ruin, and revolt ! Lo, lull'd like baby by its nurse, The Imperial Eagle folds that wing Quiescent, whose awaking spring Shall shake the universe! " He sleeps ! and silence binds that tone Which cleft the Alps' eternal walls, And bridged his pathway to a throne Above the Avalanche's halls : Hark ! how that victor-voice appals Pale Austria's battle-line, when first He crash'd gaunt Nature's bars asunder, And meteor-girt, inflame and wonder, Upon Marengo burst! " He sleeps and dreams—oh, for the sense Of some sublimer sphere, to know Where strays the fierce intelligence Which scourged the nations here below To the Empyrean doth it go ; And would its wild Ambition strain To grasp the balance of the skies, And systems, suns, and stars comprise In one tremendous reign " He dreams and smiles I The Conqueror's brow Gall'd with the Wreath's triumphal pride, Looks grandly calm and placid now, As Iff young Enghien never died! As if—Victorious Homicide ! The rush of Borodino's stream, — His bony legions' freezing groans, And icy Russia's forest.moans, Are heard not in that dream ! " The plan and pencil in his hand Have dropp'd, as though their effort fail'd To draught the crimson sketch he scaun'd In Fate's vast volume seven-seal'd But earth shall see the page reveal'd, And hear its fiery purport too, Until her curdling heart's .blood stops— And, carnage-clogged, thy sickle drops Outworn, red Waterloo ! "He dreams and smiles! Yon blue-sea prison lineages Fortune's crowned bird : And France, exulting France, has risen Through all her borders, trumpet-stired He heeds it not—some vision'd word Hath shown him Ocean's distant wave Thundering the moral of his story, And rolling boundless as his glory, Round St. Helena's grave. " Away, bright Painter 1 tell thy frere, Self-satisfied Philosophy, Whose ready, reasoning tongue would swear, That brow of Despot cannot be From crested Care one moment free, — Tell him thy Life-imparting eye, Napoleon's sleeping hour survey'd, And with one deathless glance hath made Immortal now the Lie! " The lines marked in italics are full of expres sion ; especially the idea— " Look grandly calm, and placid now, As if young Enghien never died." " Spenser" is a worthy criticism on one of England's most genuine, but most dreamy, visionary poets. On the whole, the number is a good one, though we have seen better, and that within the last few months. JOHNSTONE'S MAGAZINE. A most abundant eightpenny worth, cheaper even than that phenomenon among periodicals (now we fear defunct) the " Halfpenny Maga zine," which supplied the reader with tales, essays, poems, and erudite tractates on political economy for the sum of two farthings ! The very first article " On October Ale," will arrest ge neral attention. It is well timed, and penned in a sprightly, social spirit. The whole family of the nut-browns are treated with suitable reve rence, and the expediency of ale being generally substituted for tea, and the " ancestral custom of home-brewing" being again brought into fashion among our peasantry, stoutly insisted on. It was to tea that we owed Swing. No ale-bibber could ever have had the heart to burn a rick, for how was he to have amassed the necessary modicum of spleen ? Ale is the sworn foster parent of the social virtues. Off with the malt duty, then, my Lord Althorp, and enable our peasantry to return again to this good old Eng lish beverage. But above all things, set your face against intermediate beer. Make it An indictable offence for any man to buy or sell such an insipid, neither-this-nor-that, :pate milieu tipple. It is fit only to be drank by Louis Philip and the Doctrinaires. Well says Mrs. Johnstone, " the change from malt liquors either to spirits or bad tea is one which every friend to the comforts of the people must deplore ; the more deeply that the conyeorts are the best supporters of the virtues." This is a sagacious remark. It is astonishing how many fine old English poems, full of body and flavour, are to be met with on the subject of ale. Even episcopacy itself has not disdained such inspiration. To say nothing of the well known drinking song of Bis hop Corbet.the best and merriest prelate that ever wore a lawn sleeve—what think you of this jovial couplet made by some roystering Elizabethan poet, and describing the effects of good ale on the proboscis of some village parson ? " And the jolly red light of the parson's nose Will thaw him a road through the snow." These two lines are worth all that Cowley ever wrote. It makes one thirsty to read them. " Autobiography of Gait," is a highly laudatory review ; too much so, indeed ; for Mr. Galt, though a clever man, is no prodigy. In one of his extracts, we perceive, he talks of " indulging so much in his imagination." He need not alarm himself; he has not an atom of that " divine faculty." The character of all his literary works is worldly shrewdness. He has no invention—no ideality, and can sketch but one portrait, that of the keen, dry, cautious Scotch adventurer. His two best and most original conceptions are, Leddy Grippy (match less in her way) and Sir A. Wylie. As for the Pringles, the Provosts, the Lawrie Todds, and the Bogle Corbets, they are mere adumbra tions of these two. In like manner, the Annalist of the Parish is nothing more than an ingenious compound of Parson Adams and the Vicar of Wakefield. Mr. Galt also vouchsafes to tell us that he has sometimes felt " a little shame faced at finding himself so much of an author." Now really this is very sorry affectation in a man who owes his everything to literature. Does he mean to insinuate that he held a more respectable grade in society as a merchant's clerk ?—that he was an object of greater national interest as a commercial traveller ? Why should he be " shamefaced" at being proved a man of intellect—at being caught with the pen in his hand instead of the pen behind his ear ? We had no idea that a Scotch gentleman of fifty eight could be so addicted to blushing. The bump of erubescence must be most powerfully developed on his occiput. Again, Mr. Galt is of opinion that "it is not a very gentlemanlike occupation for a man to write his own life." What a horror he has of being thought un gentlemanlike ! Yet Sterne, Flume, Gibbon, Rousseau, Scott, did not think it vulgar to furnish the world with their own memoirs. Why then should Mr. Galt be so fastidious ? We allude to these blemishes in an otherwise de- lightful book in no unfriendly spirit, but simply because we think it an act of public duty to protest against that prudish, aristocratic spirit —the surest test of false gentility—which recog nizes no standard of respectability but that of wealth and rank. " A Legend of the Cove nanters," is a clever tale, and trundles along smoothly and rapidly like a steam-coach. " Means of Preserving Health and Beauty," should be read by the young of both sexes. The treatise on perspiration, however, might have been softened down a little. The writer, we are glad to see, is no enemy to sugar-candy and barley-sugar, which will impart consolation to all who have a " sweet tooth in their heads." The following desultory hints are just and per- inent : " Too much cannot be said in favour of fresh air, as a means of preserving beauty. In fact, it is as indispensa bly necessary as proper food is to the maintenance of health. But by fresh air I do not mean that of the country only. I use the expression in contradistinction to the confined air of close apartments, and of certain situations. " It is very customary with many to abuse the air of the city, and to lay to its charge a large share of our diseases. Some think it unhealthy only during the summer months, and others consider it but little better than a slow poison all the year round. These people forget that the habits of the city are widely different from those of the country, that the living is more sumptuous, the exercise less, and every species of dissipation increased a thousand fold—and these are not trifling differences ; their operation is far more general than would ba at first suspected, and is much oftener the cause of disease than the city air. " That the atmosphere of a large and populous city is altogether less salubrious during several months than that of the country there can be no doubt whatever ; but in the win•er, and a considerable part of the autumn and spring, I believe that in airy situations it is nearly if not equally so. " One of the most apparent effects of fresh air, is the ruddy tint which it gives to the complexion. To seclude a person from it invariably causes paleness. " Frequent changes from the atmosphere of one place to that of another have a marked influence upon the colour of the face. It has long been observed, that no class of men bav e a more: rush, healthy appearance than stage coachmen, who are constantly passing from one part of the country to another; and no doubt this depends in a great degree upon the frequent changes of air. " Fresh air has a powerful operation upon the skin, in creasing th e circulation of the blood, in its minute vessels, and giving it that vermilion hue so necessary to beauty, and so indicative of good health. " There is evidently a difference in the air in this re spect, at different periods within the twenty-four hours. Early in the morning, it possesses a degree of purity and freshness which is very perceptible. A morning's walk, for this reason, gives a brighter colour to the cheek than at any other time through the day ; hence the propriety of those who wish to look blooming being out early, and borrowing their rouge from Dame Nature herself. Certain it is, if this opportunity be lost by indulgence in bed, the looks will very soon show it. " In no other country do females fade at so early an age as in America, and nowhere do they shut themselves up more the moment they are married. In their anxiety to become domestic, they forget the injury they are doing to themselves and offspring, and waste within doors that health and strength which are indispensable to a proper discharge of the duties of a mother. They evidently dreid being seen too often abroad, lest they should be suspected of neglecting their families ; and they measure the extent to which they discharge their duties by the number of days or weeks since they have been from home. Now this is not as it should be. The greatest benefit a mother can confero course rs o e imparth n e rhe firstt r o children hddi themul t rev what is a g is hat ot shepr o e s od edrovees constitution,hneo her own opwo possess se and s s health, she herself. w can not hiOf eh she cannot do in the confined air of two or three apart ments, and her example should teach them the great im portance of duly going 'abroad, as a means of preserving both health and beauty." NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. A light, readable number. " The Philosopher of the Odenwald" is by Mr. Grattan, and is not unworthy, in its portraiture of character, of the first and best series of the Highways and Bye ways." " Inhabitants of a Country Town" is archly and neatly written, as are all Miss Mit ford's rural sketches. This lady can never weary, for she puts so much heart and soul into her works. Whatever she writes, engrosses, for the time being, her whole undivided attention. Hence the secret of her success. She is ever in earnest, whether she call up a smile, or draw f ort h a tear . " Od e to M r . Wilkins" is smart and lively ; but the wit is not the wit of thought, but of mere words. The writer is an excellent verbal punster, and a close imi tator of Mr. Hood's manner (who himself imitated Dr. Walcot in the quaint flow of his rythm), in his " Odes and Addresses to Great People." On the " Pinatte.ial State of Great Britain," is very dull and useful, as all statistics are apt to be. Our first hasty glance at this invaluably heavy dissertation, as we cut open the leaves, led us to suppose that its arithmetical statement, each line of which begins like verse with capitals, was a fine lyric ode ; but we soon found out our mistake, and turned over a new leaf. " Seasonable Ditties," by Mr. Haynes Bailey, will please; but our readers must judge for themselves. The remaining articles are of average desert. THE LAST SUMMER BONNET. A NOVEMBER PASTORAL. 'Tis the last summer bonnet, That day, when the Captain The worse for the wear; Would after us jog, The feathers upon it And thought us entrapt in Are dimm'd by sea air: His basket of prog! Gay places it went to, But lingers at last A faded memento He gave me a sandwich, And not being check'd He offered a hand—which I chose to reject! And then you were teased with The gentleman's heart, Because you seem'd pleased His gooseberry tart ! [with 'Twas worn at the ladies' Toxopholite fete, (That sharp.shooting trade is A thing that I hate; Their market they mar, who Attempt, for a prize, To shoot with an arrow, Instead of their eyes.) Of sunny days past. The prejudice still is For poets to moan, When roses and lillies Are going and gone: But Fashion her sonnet Would rather compose On summer's last bonnet, Than summer's last rose! Though dreary November Has darken'd the sky, You still must remember That day in July, When, after much roaming, To Carson's we went For something becoming To take into Kent. And don't that excursion By water forget ; Sure, summer diversion Was never so wet ! To sit there and shiver, And hear the wind blow, The rain, and the river, Above, and below! You, long undecided What bonnet to choose, At length chose, as I did, The sweetest of blues : Yours now serves to show, dear, How fairest things fade; And I long ago, dear, Gave mine to my maid. But hang the last bonnet— What is it to us, That we should muse on it, And moralise thus ? A truce to reflecting; To Carson's we'll go, Intent on selecting A winter chapeau. Oh, pause for a minute, Ere yours is resign'd Philosophy in it A moral may find : To past scenes I'm hurried, — That relict revives The beaux that we worried Half out of their lives. Then let Betty take it For Betty likes blue ; And Betty can make it Look better than new : In taste Betty's fellow Was never yet seen ; She'll line it with yellow, And trim it with green I 'Twas worn at all places Of public resort ; At Hogsnorton races, So famous for sport; MONTHLY MAGAZINE. We regret that the very unusual length to which our Magazine notices have insensibly extended, prevents us doing adequate justice to this periodical. We may state, however, that the present is a very excellent number, replete with whim, spirit, and variety. The best article is, perhaps, the one on " England and her Critics." COURT MAGAZINE Contains two splendid embellishments, one a portrait of Lady Sarah Bailey, engraved by Dean ; and the other a view of Lord Aber gavenny's princely seat Eridge, near Tunbridge Wells. The literary department displays much and various ability. THE METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE. The first half dozen articles, that is nearly half the present number, appear as if they had slipped in by accident. How could the editor think that there are more than a dozen persons in the world who could read twenty pages of dissertation on the schools of naval architecture and the affairs of Spain ? The article on " Imprisonment for Debt," the second of the series, is the best of this batch, but it is not equal to its predecessors. The " Instructions for writing a Book of Travels," are fair ; and the " Spanish Barber," an " Incursion into Turkey"- (have we not seen the substance of this in the correspondence of a Morning Paper ?), are of average quality. With the exception of the continuation of " Jacob Faithful," the remaining contributions are decidedly be low par. Jacob Faithful's school experience g iven in this number is delightful. It would redeem the magazine if all the other articles were even worse than they are. The character of the Dominie, in spite of being somewhat of an imitation of that in " Kenilworth," does the writer great credit. He ►nay comfort himself with having amply consoled his readers for the loss of Peter Simple, which soon we hope to see appear in the distinct shape of a three volume novel. UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL. The present number is as dull as the month it heralds in. We hardly recognise our ancient favourite in the flippant and cantackerous, yet prosy articles, we have toiled our way through. The third and fourth, entitled, " Narrative of the Exhumation of the Remains of Major Andre," and " Sketches of a Year's Service in the Egyptian Marine in 1832 and 1833," are the two which have most pleased us. The latter opens a field comparatively unhack neyed. It appears from it that the Egyp tian navy consists of six line of battle ships, two of them carrying 138 guns, seven large frigates, five corvettes, eight brigs, and a cutter. They are all named after towns and places in Egypt, with two curious exceptions. One of the brigs is called the Pysche, of whom the gallant Pacha, we dare say, never heard, and the other the Washington. Is it possible that the Grand Decapitator of Egypt has any vague notions resembling Washington's ? We shall be glad to see the continuation pro mised by the writer of this article. Almost the only other contribution in the Number, not disfigured by the profession of excessive Tory principles, advocacy of flogging, slavery, &c., is the "Notes on Hyderabad," which, with Indian readers, may be found passable. The following anecdote is one of the notes to it : " These Amazons, forming the guard of the zenanab, or seraglio, are under a state of military discipline, can go through the manual and platoon exercises, and the general movements of Company drill. The following ludicrous circumstance occurred some time ago, on the visit of an European officer, whose curiosity had been excited to see this female praetorian band : he observed with astonish ment that the big drummer, or rather the beater of the big drum, had her instrument suspended behind, instead of having it in the usual position, and was in this attitude hammering away with great execution ; on inquiring the reason of this singularity, he was very gravely informed that it was merely occasioned by the gallant drummer being at that time enceinte." The only other extract we can make is from the " Foreign Miscellany," and is too gratifyin g to our national vanity not to give pleasure : " There is no less candour than justice in the following remarks, for which we are indebted to the per.of a French m The Oa& with h h o_oo the _spite*, which so 1 .61111 veiled us against troops who were paralyead by along -eries of reverses, was attended, with fatal consequences when we came to face the English infantry, who had been trained at great expense, and taught to fire with calmness and precision. Oa the shores of :Calabria, at Mount Busaco, Vimiera, Talavera, and Waterloo, the elite of orr ranks were swept down by the murderous volleys o Wellington's phalanxes. Deployed into line, they stool firm, and coolly awaited the onset of cur masses, which were not masked by swarms of tirailleurs ; nor, when the encounter took place, did the English need any other ally but that same want of caution which gave them the vic tory at Cressy, Poictiers, Agincom t, and Verneuil. The English infantry repelled our attacks by adopting a prin ciple analogous to that which we ourselves adopted in the opening campaigns of the Revolution ; their power of resistance, like ours of attack, was derived from the pre liminary effects of musketry. The British line, deployed at an early hour, and posted, wherever it was practicable, on undulating ground or behind the crests of eminences, was covered by swarms of sharpshooters, who, by the very act of retreating upon the line, gave the signal of our advance. So soon as the heads of our columns were completely unmasked, the English saluted them with a volley almost within pi.tol-shot ; and dreadful was the havoc which it dealt amongst us. Instantly upon this discharge, the enemy's line broke f. om their ground, b tyonet in hand, assailed our broken ranks at every point, and seldom failed in driving us before them. If, however, this operation dal not at once succeed, the English soldiery fell back with admirable celerity behind a second line, which was posted in a similar manner to the first ; and here we had to pass through a second ordeal. The affair in which Marshal Soult involved himself on the 21st July, 1813, for the purpose of raising the blockade of Pampes luna, affords an instance in complete proof of the system pursued by the English, when exposed to the attacks of the French.'" THE BRITISH FARMER' SQUARTERL Y MAGAZINE. No. 29. RIDGWAY. The Rev. Henry Berry, the celebrated breeder a nd agriculturist, is stated to be now the con ductor of this quarterly periodical ; and the pre sent number hears ample testimony to his capa bilities for such an undertaking. His paper " A few Days at Holkham," is both important and interesting—important, as showing the results of the improvements introduroo by so eminent an agriculturist as Mr. Coke—and in teresting, as tracing the management he found it necessary to adopt in order to obtain the un proved system, now in pretty general operation throughout the county of Norfolk. The " Ca techism of Gardening for Village Schools and Cottagers," is also good, and we hope will attain t hose advantages it seems calculated to confer. It should be reprinted in the cheapest form for circulation. Indeed, the number is superior to any which have fallen under our observation, and were it abridged of one out of the two of its sta tistical papers, we think it would be still further improved ; for though written with great ability , and sincerity, they are not of sufficient interest for the majority of the readers of such a publi cation. THE MARKETS.-(THIS DAY.) CORN EXCHANGE. ARRIVALS. There are moderate arrivals this week of Wheat, Barley, and Beans, but very small of Opts. The weather continues so mild, that our buyers show very fittle disposition to' make purchases, except to a limited extent, and the trade for every article re. mains dull at the terms of Monday. Flour in good supply, and unaltered in value. Wheat. Barley. Oats. Flour. English . . I 4,280 qrs, I 6,730 qrs. 930 qrs. 7,150 sacks Irish - - Foreign 1,870 - SMITHFIELD MARKET. la this day's market, which exhibited about an average time of year Friday's supply, both as to numbers and quality, the trade was very dull throughout, at barely Monday's quotations Milch Cows were in heavy demand at last week's prices, a use ful Short-horns, with her small Calf, producing from Itil. to 20/ PRICES PER STONE OF SUBS. TO SINK THE OFFALS. s. d. to s. d. Inferior Beasts 2 0 2 2 Second quality ditto 2 4 2 10 Prime large Oxen 3 8 3 10 Prime Scots, &c 3 10 4 0 Inferior Sheep 2 4 2 61 Second quality ditto 3 2 3 6 Coarse-woolled ditto 4 0 4 2 SouthdownWethers 4 4 4 6 s. d, sci Large Lambs 0 0 0 0 Prime small ditto 0 0 0 0 Large coarse Calves 3 0 3 6 Prime small ditto 4 2 4 6 Large Hogs Small Porkers 4 2 4 6 Suckling Calves 12s to 321. each° Quarter old Pigs 12s. to l&.eac ic. SUPPIS", AS PER CI Beasts. i Sheep. 1 I 595 I 3,810 .EalleS STATEMENT. Calves. I Pigs. 168 190 NEWOATE AND LEADENHALL MArtHET6. At per stone, by the Carcass. s. d. to is. d. a. d.tos. d.; Beef, inferior 202 2 I Hutton, inferior... 22 2 6 - middling 2 2 2 4 -- middling.. 3 G 3 2 - prime large 2lO 3 0 - prime 3 4 3 8 - prime small... 3 0 3e4 Pork, large 3 4 3 8 Veal 3 0 4 4-. small 4 0 4 4 SPORTING INTELLIGENCE. NE W MARK E T HOUGHTON MEETING Thursday Night. Subscription Handicap Stakes of 50/. for three yr. olds and upwards. D.I. Mr. Stonehewer's Chantilly (Robinson) 1 Lord Burlington's c. by Bizarre 2 Mr. W. Chifney's f. by Emilius 3 Lord Exeter's Salute 4 Mr. Sowerby's Catalonian 5 A fine race between the two first ; and won by a head only. Betting--4 to 1 agst. Chantilly, 4to 1 agst. Bizarre, and 12 to 1 agst. Emifins. Sweepstakes of 50 sovs. each, h. ft. C.C. Mr. Cosby's Pussy (Robinson) 1 General Grosvenor's Dick 2 Won cleverly. Betting-6 to 4on Pussy. Sweepstakes of 10 sovs. each ; two yr. olds 7st. ; three, Sst. 121 b. T.Y.C. Fillies allowed 21b. Mr. Forde's c. by Middleton (Pavis) 1 Mr. Stephenson's Alice 2 Lord Exeter's Mantilla 3 Also started—Mr. Gardnor's Cinderella, 3 yrs. ; Mr. M. Gray's Sister to Alea ; and Mr. Greville's Valet. Won by a length. sto 1 agst. Mr. Forth's, 2to 1 agst. Alice, 4 to 1 agst Cinderella, and 5 to 1 agst. Ales. Sweepstakes of 25 soya. each. T.Y.C. Mr. Cosby's The Bravo (Pavis) 1 Duke of Richmond's Gondolier 2 Duke of Portland's Autocrat 3 A good race, and won by a neck. Betting-4 to 1 agst. The Bravo, 2 to 1 on Gondolier. Match, 100, h. ft. T.Y.C.—Mr. Cosby's Stradbally, beat Duke of Portland's Pledge colt, 9st. Won easy ; ridden by Pavia. Even betting. 100, b. ft. D./ll—Mr. Greville's Zetbus, Bst. 716., received from M. Stanley's ch. c. the Young Chanceller, Sst. 41b. 100, b. ft. T.Y.C.—Lord Wilton's f. by Figaro— Jenny Sutton, rec_ived from Lord Chesterfield's La Bays.. dere, Sst. 41b. each. 200, b. ft.—Lord Exeter's Btirara, 9st. 71b. agst. 11Ir. Greville's Whale 7st. T.M.M. Off by consent. Wednesday Night. In our return of the last race this afternoon, we were led into a mistake by the similarity of Captain Gardnor's and Mr. Ridsdale'a colours ; it was Messenger that was third, Sevillian not being placed. None of the races were of sufficient interest to rt quire further particulars. At the sale of blood stock this morning, Zarina, by Mountebank, five years old, fetched 20 guineas ; and Fashion, by Starch—Peri, 50 guineas. Both were pur chased to go abroad. Minster was bought in for 295 guineas, and Mounteagle for 49 guineas. Lord Chester field has purchased Lady Sarah, by Tramp, for 300 guineas. The Marquis and Marchioness of Tavistock, Lord Vil liers, Lord Portarlington, and Sir F. Johnstone, art amongst the recent arrivals. _ _ _ Entry for the Andly End Stakes te-morrow.--Afr. Day's Little Boy Blue, Lord Exeter's Galata, Colonel Peel' Alalibran, Duke of Rutland's Shylock, Sir AI. Wood' Vespa, and Mr. Stonehewer's Chantilly. Kingston-house Rooms, Thursday Night. NURSERY STAKES (TO-MORROW). The betting has been very heavy at the following prices : 3 to 1 agst General Walpole's Merlin filly (taken) 7 to 1 agst Mr. Cosby's Pussy (taken) 5 to 1 agst Sir Mark Wood's Charmer (taken) 6 to 1 agst General Grosvenor's lot )1) to 1 agst General Orosvenor's lion Ton (taken) 12 to 1 agst Mr. Taylor's Myrlnc 6 to 5 The field agst two General Walpole's filly and Charmer were backed to at large amount. Bentley and B u b a D s t z e:3 2 A a r x re s a . i t S3 atout 15 to 2 eac h . 25 to I agst Ne~ill's Amadon (taken) 2000 to 5 1.1 and d ) about Mothercha . Gre t nge.,ile's 'Mustard tin y (taktri) No fur.