The Sun. — London, England, 1833-09-02 00:00:00

MAGAZINE DAY. A. aeries of IILACATVOOD. :ohuienhceda articles on A mer ic a , the first of P a P s e i ar n s in the p resen t num b er , i s an progress for this Magazine. The ttibject is a com Pal prehensive one, and, to a Tory ate, s ufficiently tempt i ng, i nsomuc h as it td litrurds ample scope for irony —sarcasm, and at va g u e, showy d ec l amat i on i n w hi c h some ?t . the ablest writers of Blackwood—such, for instance, as the author of the Essays on Burke— aarteri:,:df°:,'hdenof indul g i ng. Th e t i me i s not yet your re a l th oroug h b re d T or y can aff ° 4 l to do yet d; justice t o A mer i ca. H e h as not gested her separation from the mother , ge"wntßrY' Hence we may expect to hear him i r° `ugat every transatlantic institution, for at sel:B,,,t4duzenyears to come. Your genuine Ultra is has t° forgive, and still slower to forget. .He 1 . 3 4 Nest inveterate recollection of a political Pres ent grievm.. ' This spirit animates throughout the ea Phillippic on America. The writer anntin„°t de that the United States are happy i,„,. t ' te spero us i t or 4 ln uteti olls.... under their existing Democratic more so, even than when they e 4 a n au ofthe British Crown ; but qualifie, tc -pana ge ver t i,,, 's reluctant acknowledgment, by re ' Lori T t: P ro phesies, and foretelling that the . sPirit t 5 'Bt a Pproaching when the Democratic y, wil l , e h ° the ruin of America ; that is to tits will the main cause of her present prosdpe ea.), ...„''' be e qually the cause of her future de teat ,T I Y a most logical conclusion ! Not con. g oes -do startling assertions like these, the write tilhaellr"litetr°aturariel,a n t n t d be tn che i, a n p transatlantic news they valu e the stability of the English 'Ministers,. as constitti• ka ) b Y no means to repeal the taxes on . at rle they will be dge, because, by so doin g, ki n . c°llPelling the newspaper to press i a I ster to its own degradation, by descend -0 Pi g ti lp fn its present intellectual station to Core tt ' l e i r l be caprices of the most ignorant of the thi s nity. A more egregious fallacy than thelBZver yet appeared in print. The repeal of gen e : 4l P duties will not cause the press to de iNeijate) but the people to rise, in the scale of Sphere 'eettJal civilization ! By widening the eh of its influence, it will elevate the moral serif ter of the country. Look at the Irene& feR th Pcnv er it ex er t e d ( cr i pp l e d as it was) dur lh-tt'ile agitati on o f the Reform question ! What arid e Press kept within due bounds the chafed t h re wellin g f ee li ngs of the multitude ? Had t e e b een no su c h hi g h moral influence exerted, th 1401 would not have been the only victim to 4e passions of an infuriated rabble. ~ The 4 e tcher" is a graceful essay, displaying a re ad apprehension of the picturesque in poetry, 41 1 well as in painting. We have been much t, luc k with the force and beauty of this remark, :ore he r e happiness is the character of a pie 13it tuill always charm, and this is the rea tv,Ltaat many of the pictures of Terriers, which them 4 be otherwise low life, charm—some .of tare the ar e really delightful, for they not only pi.c lagers:Lhe happiness of the assembled vil repret,r7.t keep them in their best manners, by th e in g t he anti u ity of the chateau, and P r otew q ari stocratic l' t regard and cheerful eye of the hav e , - lo rd and lady of the domain. You Wh ole sYttiPat ily with what is going on, and the . la Be , ene is rescued from vulgarity." This thr:ctiii'line criticism, where truth and fancy, each ness and h. s ensibility, blend with, and assist °i' the - ; l. * `` Edmund Burke" is a continuation the: for strong diatribes on this subject. tree 4 of la no freshness of observation—no acute re a ras°ning--the style alone (which is that latef.t.'etised scribe, who has modelled it on the te adald riti ngs of Burke), renders the essay taieler,e, Nora Boyle" is a clever tale, con the6 Ono le te , or two striking passages. " .Nights . f ete, i s full of fun and point. We subjoin tt to , r c A,, i 6, Paragraph : ,IPity--)' lie' 4:1"Y gentl Iv proper sort of a robber, upon otl to'h :Z i s Col onel "N O' l L n oony. "Twould have la, en a ti c ,,,, No,;) are 4 good judge of claret. ..N .. r n isv o. tohneeL,oiany pietn No th. very different. I was walk' It 44 ' in a Ct )') and stopt for a moment to look at sorne Ne lt 1:! ti ll& 4 wind °w in St. Paul's churchyard. Before I, lly ing close e aY Jack Robison, half a dozen fellows kept i litt P(k itet, t ' u nd me, and at list I felt a little tug at be lightwaad discovered that my purse had disappeared b r lt Ns lq• 1 seized on the fellow who was standing ";'kith,: and intended at all even's to have the pleasure of ..t.ela is tr e e t i " ) 1 ;,_ 1) ,"!1e in his skin for my money, when a tt uv ry t e to,r a i i : e 4 d l n s g o you l ng s fellow • me up, and, says he, fear, a sir ? ' 1:,14, ra se eaYs Is n. ' le to o be sure I have; and this little ,oes t , e- ,' 'Jere denies he has got my purse, though h: t 5 t A h e lose to i , my pocket this last quarter of an boor . . :, 4 9t1i:.; ue gi' says the gentleman again, ' may I beg lit tle ' C kit' " 'till more than I can afford, especially for . so N. tsfaction as only thrashing this little owld thief i, 4 e /tow P ,l l' illt muc h, May I a s k, s i r ? I assure you I am' eyre4te told lby your m i s f ortune. ' t,'ll Wil ad ~ ' t th en, ther e was exact l y fo note.' urtee n sovereigns in ltoo ( it Arr yo e u n 4 P w ound Bank o f Eng land he bankare , of th e n umber of the note, so as to IN f t i ' ' s aid I, ' I shouldn't know the note from La el):4l 4 b e e i l l L e ,' replied my compassionate friend,. ' I am lli e ," tas ti ubged to you fur your information, for that ore If 4 ,N 4 bot 3, iM Scraggs that forked y T oi h ir ere cly a , re s three i.,, the lany: g nd bu i t t, five poundss ei i g ve h r t eigns. a piece.' th:ivrte °l:t ' I hadt time sj to double my fist and knock his t/le . " lo (itT, the spot, he had disappeared up some dark till Zsa j la ! Meantime a great crowd had collected, n a t n i . th 4p t ~atvsq seized by the collar waited very patiently in y kt,,, a tt fo, aft Policetnan, and immediately gave ._ 1 04: 4 t ~c ry' 4 B4l llt. On looking at the man, be I re really J o il i, for basin quiet respectable sort of person, and way . t' 6 'f ~ weiig tnistaken him for the thief.. I a 115t44 c ho s e ''s I could, and offered him any . compensa pologizeu t rtl 3 : 4, t1i,,, 1 . , He swore it was a hard thing for a gen t )11,,e4tco,etigu unfortunately reduced in circumstance s; e, t 'ted ti, of r obbery 04 the üblic streets, but at I,i * so k t%tioj, ol 4 l e e .. e_Pt a douceur oft wenty pounds. Luckily It t tl i Ild bor t . " 4 shop in the neighbourhood, where . 1 !`l' e Iti, 'wed the requisite funds. The moment be i r 1 4 hi lt v'Y into hie hand he said, ' Now don't you go i h kl4 l,.. ite 4- p r i vy °I. Jim Scraggys abot this here trifle, as • Itl t ill - off forr`vate transatiOi 'tween ourselves—but I , :,,I,VII, three wly share of the twenty. four—good bye . ; I ti l , l _ the mr,', gentltmen made a very good thing of i!, tt e %coo 's'ns have never thought of making up for it 11 ' e t Present t i , iti e, O vv rt L h . err i Ligiithouses" is a dry statistical 'l ell , ' e h it i o ~0 di gest. requires the powers of an os- 1 tt rtoue ~ h; Critioi }tittle I art, p ' sto from the pen of that master , however rofessor Wilson. We cannot but ,„4,141a11,1, that he overrates the translation ii ' l le laf a a ," others of that small school of t ‘ : It x't ; ve rb° only translation from the Greek 'til e 04 el .r yet read that a t a ll conveyed an idea nal and combined, fidelity with spirit i and elegance, is one by Johnson, from a chorus in (if we remember rightly) the " Medea of Euripedis," and beginning with " the rights derived from ancient days." The translation is not generally known, but it is a prodigiously fine one. When we say that we have never read an adequate translation from the Greek dramatists or Lyric poets, we should except Cowley's trans lation from Anacreon, which (bating a few quaintnesses and affectations) are as perfect as it is possible for such things to be. ;ULAIt. cU 51 E OArPthe 13,P his Precep w ' Friday ever nit l e t t heir 'rincess 1,10 d ,Csititi Lay, for Wis ; t to °ill day, on is residenc e at :0 )n a visit to 9P a Saturday far .13 of Dout.ithif" b, üblin ; Mr. IVi re " is seat in Stsu,sur° :sky Park in ............ 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There is a sad want of a kindly, cordial spirit in this number. It is snappish, cynical, and intolerant ; in proof whereof we may adduce the two articles, one on " Whigs and Tories," and the other on " Mr. Sheridan Knowles and the Edinburgh Review." In both of these the author finds fault wholesale, as if for the mere pleasure of showing off his petulance. " Fas cination, a Story of Unholy Love," is a striking, specimen of diablerie, of a high German cha racter. " The Etruscans" is the most agreeable paper in the number ; the topographical infor mation is conveyed in a very easy, animated manner. The following sprightly jeux d'esprit may amuse : WINE. WIT, AND WOMAN. A MYTHOLOGICAL SONG. Boys ! three planets bright Life's dull sky illumine, To put old care to flight— Wine, and Wit, and Woman. Once in times of old, Ere Troy had yet its Hector, Jove, as we are told, Sat and sipped his nectar. Round him gaily quaff'd, All the gods assembled, And the Thund'rer laugh'd Till Olympus trembled. Sudden, midst their mirth, To mix his bitter leaven, Lo! a sprite of earth Amidst the sons of heaven : Care had stolen up, With his brow of ,adness, To pour his bitter cup In their bowl of gladness. Through the banquet, still And unnoticed, fleeting, Every heart grew chill, And hush'd its joyous beating. Seen at last, as gall He pour'd in Juno's nectar, They hasted, one and all, To exorcise the spectre. Apollo, all on fire That heav'n should thus be haunted, On his thrilling lyre The service gaily chaunted. Venus rung the toll, As heav'n's fairest daughter, While Bacchus from his bowl Sprinkled holy water. From heav'n chased, the sprite Again to earth descended; The Thund'rer mark'd his flight, And seeing where it ended, " To mortals bear," the sire To Venus cried, " this dragon To chase—Apollo's lyre And a drop from Bacchus' flaggon." Hence three planets bright Life's dull sky illumine, To put old care to flight— Wine, and Wit, and Woman. J. K. B. CO UR T MA GAZ INE. The embellishments to this number are each of a high order. One is a portrait of the Hon. Miss Gardiner, and has been engraved with great care and richness of effect by Cochrane ; the other is a view of Dunrobin Castle, the magnifice►►t family seat of the late Duke of Sutherland. As respects the literary department, Mrs. Norton has shown her usual taste i►► selec tion. The ankles are numerous, and hqpily varied ; and one of them, " The Vision of Sadak," from the pen of the author of the " Usurer's Daughter," is worthy of any periodi cal of the day. " A Scene on the River Plate" is sketched with much graphic spirit. " The Bride's Return" is a poem containing many tender, pleasing thoughts. Our readers may perhaps, like to peruse it. Here it is for them :. THE BRIDE'S RETURN. BY H. S. B. She bath her wish,—for which in vain She pined in restless dreams— " Oh mother ! is this home again ? How desolate it seems ? Yet all the dear, familiar things Look as they did of yore ; But oh! the change this sad heart brings,— This is my home no more! " I left thee !—like the dove of old I left thy parent breast, — But on life's waste of waters cold My soul hath found no rest And back the weary bird is come, Its woes--its wanderings o'er ; Ne'er from the holy ark to roam— Yet this is home no more " Oh mother! sing my childhood's songs! They fall like summer's rain On this worn heart, that vainly longs To be all thine again ! Speak comfort to me! call me yet ! Thy Mary' —as of yore; Those words could make me half forget That this is home no more ! " Sit near me! Oh this hour repays Long years of lonely pain ; I feel—as if the old bright days Were all come back again ! My heart beats thick with happy dreams— Mine eyes with tears run o'er! Thou'rt with me, mother ! Oh it seems Like home !—our home once more I " Oh home and mother!! can ye not Give back my heart's glad youth ? The visions which my soul forgot, Or learnt to doubt their truth : Give back my childhood's peaceful sleep, Its aimless hopes restore!— Ye cannot!—mother, let me weep— For this is home no more!" Thou mourner for departed dreams On earth there is no rest— When grief bath troubled the pure streams Of memory in thy breast: A shadow on thy path shall lie Where sunshine laugh'd before; Look upwards—to the happy sky I Earth is thy home no more:" FRASER S MAGAZINE. There are substance, eloquence, and humour in this number, all mixed up together after Fra ser's usual hodge-podge fashion. The inttroduc tory essay on " Dr. Chalmers and Sir C. Bell" is of a metaphysical character, and contains some just, if not very profound, thinking. " The Joke" is a very serious affair, and may be read with imperturbable gravity. " Gallery of Literary Characters" contains a portrait of Mr. Moir, the Delta of " Blackwood's Magazine." We are unable to speak of it as a likeness, having never seen the original. " On Intellectual Endow ments" is from the pen of Sir Egerton Brydges. It is eloquent, but too rambling and desultory Speaking of Collins (whom Campbell seems to have taken as his model), the author says— " truth is the essence of all Collins's ideal per ,onifications—of all his ideal embodiments?' Nothing was ever more justly said than this. An ina4nce of its accuracy has just occurred to us in the far-famed " Ode on the Passions," where, in personifying " Exercise," the poet says— " Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear," one of the justest and most poetic epithets, (wherein the image is at once visibly bodied forth before the mind's eye) to be met with in the whole range of our English imaginative li terature. Within a limited range, Collins was one of the most perfect of our poets, and inspired even Johnson himself, who, in speaking of him as a writer (in an exquisite burst of prose music, as sonorous as the roll of a cathedral organ), says—we quote from memory, and therefore under correction--" his genius loved to wander among the magnificence of enchanted castles, and be lulled to sleep by the water-falls of Elysium." There is more truth than novelty in the following remarks by Sir Egerton Brydges : " 'We ought to endure the insults of the arrogant and mean with a calm indifference or scorn. They who as sume to themselves an offensive consequence are always hollow and worthless pretenders ; men of true rank and high genius are always simple and conciliatory. New wealth and power are always insolent ; and the respect acquired through fraud is retained by artifice. The cunning man is always a rascal, and generally a fool-- idiots and mad persona are always cunning —the cold pru dence of the worldling is beard-hearted vice." "On Military Promotion" is an agreeable essay, of which, however, we like the introduc tory portion by O'Doherty the best. At the close of his introduction, the shrewd adjutant adds a P.S. to his bookseller, to the following effect, " Please send check per bearer, M. 0. D," a delicate hint, which, in some cases however, especially in these depressed times, authors are more ready to give than publishers to take heed to. " The Poets of the Day" is a sprightly, satirical notice of some of our minor verse mongers. From the " Fraser Papers" we take an account of the authorship of the " Rejected Addresses,"—a jeu d'esprit not yet forgotten, though it will be of age next year. H. stands for Horace Smith : J. for his brother James. The most popular of the imitations (if we except that of Scott) were written, it will be seen, by James Smith. REJECTED ADDRESSES (AS ORIGINALLY V, RITTEN.) 1. Loyal Effusion 2. Baby's Debut Wordsworth J. 3. Address 4. Cui Bono 9 Lord Byron 5. Hampshire Farmer... Cobbett J. 6. Living Lustres 7. Rebuilding Southey 8. Drury's Dirge 9. A Tale of Drury Scott H. 10. Johnson's Ghost 11. Incendiary Spenser H 12. Fire and Ale Lewis 13. Playhouse Musings Coleridge 14. Drury's Hustings... 15. Architectural Atoms Busby H. 16. Morning Post 17. The Theatre Crabbe 18, 19, 20. The Travesties 21. Punch THE QUARTERLY JOURNAL OF A GRICULTURE. There are one or two fair papers in this number ; but it is certainly upon the whole inferior to many of its predecessors. One article, promised to be one of great interest, on tumours in cattle, broke off at the end of the first page, the next twenty pages not havin g been bound up in the copy sent to us. There is a good account of the state of agriculture in the county of Wexford, which we recommend to the perusal of all absentee proprietors. The following extract will shew how much may be done for the peasantry in a short time by a little attention:— Within the last ten years, a great majority of the cabins, even of the poorest occupants, have been dashed, whitewashed, and supplied with windows. Previously to that period they were of a dingy brown, the original mud colour. Little gardens are also frequently seen in front of the houses, and the dunghills have been more generally removed to the rear, or to a respectful distance from the door. All this has been effected through the instrumen tality of the county Agricultural Societies, acting with all the energy and freshness of youth, and the zeal of a few individuals, among whom Mr. Boyse held the foremost place. The lower orders of the peasantry, however poor, are seldom or never seen without shoes and stockings ; the labourers are well clad; employment for men is usually abundant, though in the remote rural districts, where there are none but the poorest class of farmers to afford employment, the situation of colliers is very miserable, —tvaees 4d. or sd. a day for men, with two meals; and as a set off against this, there is often a charge of 41. yearly rent, for a cabin and patch of miserable potato ground un manured ; and there is little or no employment for women or children in either town or country :—hence an especial cause of misery. Where the fecundity of the lower classes is notorious, where (perhaps happily) no manufactures exist, and where, of course, the women have little em ployment except in the domestic occupations of breeding and nursing children, assisting in taking out and plant ing potatoes in the spring and winter, boiling the potato put (we assume that fuel is at their service), washing the duds of the household, and occasionally sweeping the cabin floor,—scenes of real comfort are not to be expected." But the most ambitious paper in the number is on the education of the labouring class by Mr. William Hawkins, of Hitchin, in Hertford shire. The intentions of the writer are good, and many of his views are sound ; but we must enter our protest against the sectarian views he entertains. He makes the continual reading of the Bible a sine qua non in any system of na tional education ; which, as we know that largc classes of our fellow subjects object to placing the Bible in the hands of children before they are of an age to understand it, amounts to saying that they shall be taxed for the establishment of a system, in the benefits of which they cannot share. We are bound to say, however, that Mr. Hawkins does not push his opinions on this subject to the bigotted excess of the op ponents of the liberal system of education which has been adopted by Government in Ireland. When the Bible is thoroughly mastered, he is willing that the attendants of Sunday schools should have their minds enlarged by the study of the Almighty's still greater book, the universe. He says : " A course of instruction extending over the Sundays ,sf three or four years after fourteen years old, affords us the means of instilling such principles, and imparting such knowledge, as shall enter, as it were, into the substance of the soul, and change its nature. It may be made to see God in all his works, and thus to he surrounded conti nually by his presence. The pupil is to be made acquainted with the several kingdoms of the material world, the laws impressed upon them, and the purposes f rr which they were created. He should be made to per ceive the benevolence of those purposes, and the unerring wisdom with which they are brought about by the means employed. The laws which govern the motions of the planets are very fer tile in examples of benevolent inten tions, effected by Infi n it e P ower and Wisdom. Laplace . .ays i s infinity to unity against their being regulated b) chance. Upon the earth, perhaps, nothing hears more striking testimony to the attributes of its Maker, thin th human frame. Mr. Abernethy used to say in bis lectures, Dr- Young was right, an undevout astronomer is mad. But what shall we say to an undevout anatomist?' The truths of geology, chemi s t r y, an d several other sciences, raise equal admiration, and lead to similar conclusions. I need not enumerate the several departments into which our acquired knowledge has been divided. It is sufficient in an elementary treatise like thi4 to say. that in subordi nation to the interests of religion, I should propose to de vote the Sunday school hours to the acquisition of a corn. prehensive knowledge of the state of the material universe, —to an acquaintance with the philosophy of the mind, and of the history of mankind in times past." This is the language of a man of sense as well as of piety, and it induces us to pass over and forgive several doctrines not quite so unex ceptionable. THE ASIATIC JOURNAL. There are only two original articles of any length in the Asiatic Journal of this month. One is " Sketches of Indian Society, No. 6," which contains a somewhat wiredrawn descrip tion of water travelling on the Ganges. The subject has been made familiar to English readers by Bishop Heber's journals, and the style of the present article does not compensate for the want of novelty in its subject matter. We trust the writer has not exhausted his or her materials, for these sketches form a series of papers which have for some months past pleased us well. The other original paper is a continuation of Hindoo Metaphysics, which we cannot i say improves as it pro ceeds. Of the reviews, documents, and abstracts that which has pleased us most is the account given of a journey across the desert of Cobi, or Gohi, into China. The following in teresting narrative of a battle between a tiger and an alligator was witnessed by Mess. Gogerly and Lacroix, Missionaries of the London So ciety, in their course through the Sunderbunds, in Janua. y last. We have picked it out from that part of the work which contains the miscel lanies, denominated " Asiatic Intelligence." " About eleven o'clock in the forenoon we cast anchor in the Barchurra Nud dee, with an extensive forest on both sides; when, at about a hundred yards from us, sn alliga tor came out of the river, to enioy his noontide sleep in the rays of the sun. After remaining there about half an hour, and being apparently in a sound sleep, we observed an immense tiger emerging from the jungle. and bending his steps toward the place where the alligator lay. In size, the tiger exceeded the largest we had ever seen ; and his broad round face, when turned towards us, striped with white, his fierce eyes, with the amazing apparent strength of his limbs, made the stoutest heart on board tremble at the thought of encountering such a dreadful foe. With the most cautious pace imaginable, the tiger approached the alligator; his raised foot remained some seconds before he replaced it on the ground ; and so he proceeded till he came within the powi-r of his leap, when, exerting all his strength, and bounding from the earth, he descended immediately upon the alligator's hack, and seized it by its throat. The monster of the deep, roused from its slumber, opened its tremendous jaws, and slashed its terrific tail ; arid, while the conflict listed, each seemed to exert its utmost strength. The tiger, however, had the advant ge, for he had grasped the alligator in a part of the neck which entirely prevented him from turning his bead sufficiently round to seize his antagonist; and though many severe blows were inflicted on the body of the tiger by its saw-like tail, the noble beast of the forest, when the battle was concluded, shook his brawny sides, an I seemed unconscious of any pain. Having overcome the alligator, he dragged it a little farther on the shore, and sat over it exactly in the attitude of a cat sitting over a captive mouse ; he then took the creature in his mouth, and gently walked off with it into the jun ties. About ten minutes al erward we saw the t:ger emerge from the forest; and after gazing at us for a few minutes, and perhaps imagining that we were almost too far from the shore to allow him to add to us the number of his trophies of victory and blood, he slowly pursued his course in a different direction to where he had left his prey, and we saw him no more. In less than an hour afterward, the alligator, who had been stunned, but not killed, crept out of the jungle, and though evidently much injured, yet with some difficulty reached the river. He, however, was too much lacerated to remain long in the water, and soon came again to land ; but took the precaution of exposing but a part of his body, and keeping his face toward the shore; he continued but a very short time, and again launched into th e deep, repeating his visits to the beach almost every quarter of an hour whilst we remained. The sight was certainly dreadfully magnificent, and one, we believe, which is very seldom witnessed." JO HNST ONE S EDINBURGH MAGA- ZINE. This is a first number, and unlike most num bers in the same predicament, gives a smiling promise of the future. One word, however, we will just venture to whisper in the ear of the fair editor—and that one word is—brevity. The ma jority of the articles, though all above the usual pe riodical calibre, are too long. Their extreme exu berance requires the free use of the pruning hook. This is especially the case with the open ing essay or memoir, entitled the " Experiences of Richard Taylor, Esq.," who (unlike Richard the Third,) would be considerably improved by being " curtailed of his fair proportions." His biography extends to nearly eighteen pages, when there is scarcely incident to fill a dozen. " The Turf" is a clever notice of a well-known and well-written essay on that subject, which appeared in the last number of the " Quarterly Review." It has, however, the besetting sin of prolixity, and we may say of it, with more truth than Horne Tooke said of Junius, that materiem superat opus. In justice to Mrs. Johnstone, we quote an extract from the introductory memoir of "Richard Taylor, Esq." This character, though fictitious is so ably and vigorously pour trayed as to wear all the aspect of reality. " It was however, as the gentleman with the umbrella' that Mr. Taylor was best known ; for this was his name wi•h the multitude ; the mazy women and children, of whom be was a daily speaking acquaintance; and with two-thirds of the men. He was, indeed, lavish of his acquaintanceship, but as chary of his intimacy. His circle took in both extremes of society, and all that lay between them. On the same morning he might have been seen leaning on the cane of the neatly rolled up brown silk um brella, fixed with its soother-of-peal button, talking with the richest merchants leaving the Exchange, or conversing with an Irish market-woman, or an old Jew clothesman. Such was the street status of Mr. Taylor, when the Peace sent the hero of Waterloo to perambulate the pavement of London ; and, in his Grace, the people of Mr. Taylor's heat discovered, to his horror, the double of their man with the umbrella.' In the height, and the general out. line of the figure, the compactness of the person, the alac rity and firmness of movement, and also in the length of the countenance, there might be some slight resemblance, as well as in the plainness, accuracy, and (a certain style established) the unpretendingness of the dress. But the main feature was assuredly the umbrella ; with something perhaps of that cast of countenance which Richard himself called the mach-heroic, and which he had but narrowly escaped, while it was more fully de veloped in his double. Any one who had seen these alleged counterparts without their hats, would have been on the instant dispossessed of this ideal res •mblance. Even Young ladies allowed that Mr. Richard Tar im-, without his hat, was a quite other thing. Even Mary Anne, whose glory was her beautiful and re dundant silken tresses, then looked with real admiration on the superb development of brain displayed in " The bald polish of the honoured head" o f her god-father ; and, in his deep sunk, dal k eyes, grey and lucid, saw gatherings of meanings, and signs of thoughts, which had never visited the mind of his walk „ g illustrious counterpart. This alleged, or imaginary resemblance was exceedingly annoying to poor Mr. T - !or, who forthwith became fur some months a small lion ; or, What is worse, the reflection of a great lion ; and a regular spectacle to holyday folks and country cousins. Ti) crown his chagrin, some shabby artist, who had better opportunities of seeing him than his Grace of Wellington, actually sketched him en hero; /Ad, at the small cost of a few frogs and a stiff stock, posted him in several prin , , hops as the true lion of Waterko. This was the mon provoking to our hero, as, if there was one set of m e' whom he detested more than another, it was heroes. He h suff-aed by them, and oeen oth. rs puffer : they were hut iinortiments, it is tru-; but he .aid • one does not like the gallows any more than the hangman.'" NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. By the proprietor's address to the public, which forms a sort of introduction to the presen number, we find that the Magazine is in future to have little or no political bias, but be devoted almost exclusively to literary matters. We think this is a considerable improvement ; it is a re storation of the old character of the New / 1 / 6 nthly, which, though highly popular as a literary miscellany, was never much in demand as a political vehicle. " On the Anonymous in Periodicals," contains a satisfactory answer to Mr. Bulwer's proposal, a favourite hobby with him—that all periodical critics should at tach their names to their criticisms. Such a proposal scarcely merited a reply, for it was mani festly an absurdity, and could never answer any good end. " My acquaintance with the late Edmund Kean," is from the pen of C. Grattan, the author of that pleasant collection of tales, " Highways and Byeways." It is an agreeable little paper, full of anecdotes, many of them more characteristic than any we have yet seen of the late celebrated tragedian. The following ingenious analogy may amuse ; " Kean had not the discrimination to distinguish. per h lig not the good luck to meet with, any of the delightful exceptions to the general :tile. The only " lord" he could tolerate was Lord Byron—a fatal fancy on his part, if, as I have reason to think, the example of the poet influenced mo,t banefully the conduct of the astir. That Byron himself was discontented with his greatness is very certain—a humiliating caprice of Nature. Unsatisfied with celebrity almost unbounded, he p inted for distinction of a far less noble kind. Sated with admiration, he longed to excite wonder. Fame was not enough for him, —his ambition was too big for the sphere assigned him by fate. In forcing it beyond that, the recoil was a death stroke to both his reputation and his happiness. " Who will refuse to see an analogy in character be tween Byron and his avowed archetype, Bonaparte ? It must be sympathy which leads to imitation. And what Byron was to Bonaparte, Kean most assuredly was to Byron. My readers roust not be startled by the rappro chement, nor think that the greatest conqueror of the age is degraded by forming one in the trinity to fame with the greatest poet and the greatest actor. And, after all, which was most a stage-player of the three? Was not the poli tical world the great theatre of Napoleon's deeds—the social world of Byron's doings? Did not both act a part from first to last? And was not Kean more an actor in the broad gaze of London life than on the narrow boards of Drury-lane? The generic signs of genius were com mon to them all ; and they were undoubtedly of the same species of mind. Had their relative positions been re versed, their individual career had most probably been the sime, or nearly so. Reckless, restless, adventurous, in temperate; brain fevered by success, desperate in reverse; seeking to outdo their own destiny for good, and rushing upon dangers and difficulties, which they delighted first to make, and then to plunge within. " Napoleon in Egypt, Byron in Greece, Kean in Canada—each at the head of his wild and half savage tribe —present an .logies which the shades of the sceptered soldier and the I quelled lord must not take fright at. They were each, on their several stages, acting the self same part—straining for the world's applause, not labouring for their own delight; and though there was more greatness in the one instance, and more glory in the other, the inspiratinn was, perhaps, precisely similar in all. The grand distinction in favour of Napoleon was, all through, not that he was an Emperor, but that he was an original. Byron was an extravagant copy—Kean an absurd one. " But if we take the closing scenes of the three—St. Helena, Missolonghi, Richmond ; and it requires no overstretch of fancy to trace the parellel—Kean had the great advantage, in the a.suaging farewell of an only child, and the embraces of an injured but relenting wife, from which latter the premature death of his had debarred Napeleon,and which distance (let us hope) alone denied to Byron." " Dick Doleful" is a sprightly bit of gossip, by the author of Paul Pry. " The First of Sep tember" is written with much gusto. The de scriptions are remarkable for their spirit and fidelity. " Post-mortem cogitations of the late popular Mr. Smith," like Johnson's Charles the Twelfth, " point a moral and adorn a tale." The story, however, might have been told with more vigour. " Monthly Commentary" will furnish amusement for an idle half-hour. We quote some reflections suggested by the mad ness—this is the first time we have heard of it —of De Bourrienne, to whom the world is in debted for the most analytical and authentic memoir of the earlier days of Napoleon. " DE BOUARIENNE ' S MADNESS.-They who read the Memoirs of I3ourrienne with interest, and in this country that number was not small, will learn with regret that a late visit to one or the lunatic institutions of France revealed the melancholy form of the poor ex• Secretary of the mighty ex-Emperor.What a termination to a tortuous career ! What a mystery is the brain ! Read the Me moirs of Bourrienne, and say who appeared to have a cooler head, a more worldly view of lite, a more exact appreci ation of charicter and of events than the author; and yet all of a sudden the mental structure totters and down it comes with a crash, involving all it reaches in eternal confusion, irremedial ruin. De Bourrienne is only one of very many whose intellects have sunk under the intensity of the Napoleon era. But the remat kable a•ure mental diseise of this character is, that the cord snaps on the instant. Compare Bourrienne's Memoirs, just finished previous to this melancholy event, from end to end, the close is as collected as the beginning; there is neither flagging in vigour of ihought nor in fullness of information, and yet no sooner was the work done than the machine stopped. The brain is material, hut the intellect follows none of the laws Pl' matter—it does not decay, it disappears and leaves its place vacant. "It ne faut qu'un Uwe. accident, qu'un atome deplace pour te faire perir, pour te ravir cette intelligence, dont to parais si fier." One of the best works that has lately appeared in E trope on the awful subject of mental disc Ise, is that of Dr. Uwins ; he gives himself up not to theories little less wild than the hallucinations of his patients, but to ohserving and record ing the phenomena that present themselves in the cases that come before him. Can anything be more eloquent than this description of a state of active nullity, a volition dtad, and a power of thought spinning away without balance, weights, or guide? • " I have asked patients sometimes their motives for refusing to speik, and the answers I receive are various. In one instance I Was struck with the affecting account a patient gave of his feelings. It seemed, he told me, As if I could and could not, or as if I would and wouid not, in such a strange way, that though silence was the result of the conflict, felt in a manner guilt connect itself with my silence.' Well may we exclaim with Hamlet, ' What a piece of work is man " THE UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL. This number is full of interesting matter of different descriptions. The "Sacking of Badajoz" does not furnish us with much of novelty, but the miseries as well as the glories of war cannot be too often repeated. It is by looking to the fate of the vanquished, or perhaps of innocent third parties, that we can properly estimate the amount of wretchedness war produces. We extract the two following passages for the benefit of those who look only to the pecuniary advan tages of war, and let them say what sum would compensate the appalling mass of human woe implied there : " Before six o'clock in the morning of the 7th of April, all organization amoneat the assaulting columns had ceased, and a scene of plunder and cruelty, that it wou'd be difficult to find a parallel for, took its place. The army, to line and effective on the preceding day, was now tramaormed into a vast band of brigand., and the rich and t? 0 4 i _,`_ ~ E ~-:~ beautiful city of Badajoz presen ( .ecik . ilre turbulent as p ec t~ that must result from the concoucse:tif numerous and war- !ik e multitudes nearly strangers t64ltch:lather, or kin wn ‘oly by the name of the nation to IsilrttsObey bel •nv e d t ,/ The horde of vagabonds, Spaniards as well as Portu guese ', women Is well as men—that now eagerly sought f i r ad mission to plunder, nearly augmented the number of brigands to what the assailing army had reckoned the rrlit before; and it may be fairly said that twenty thou sand pe - ple—armed with full powers to act as they thought fit, and all, or almost all, armed with weapons which could he turned, at the pleasure or cant ice of the h.arer, for the purpose of enforcing any wish he sought to gratify—were let loose upon the ill-fated inhabitants of this devo-ed city. These p , ople were undt-r no testraint, —bad no pets ,n to control them, and in a short time got in•o such .n a witil snits of ; , , , xication that th, y lost all control over their own actions." " French Private.ring in the %Vest Indies" is a good paper, and will delight all the lovers of the adventurous. That article, and the one entitled " the Death," satisfy us that we may congratulate the editors upon having found an efficient successor or successors fbr the favorite naval contributor, whose death we had some time back to lament. SPORTING MAGAZINE. There is a capital engraving, executed in his best style, by Newton Fielding, of " grouse" in this number, which is remarkable for the beauty of its back-ground bit of landscape. As f',)r the Sporting Intelligence, it is a cleverly condensed abstract of all the most recent news of the past month. The original articles are fewer in num ber than usual, and contain little or nothing that is quoteable. MUSICAL CYCLORiEDIA. APPROVED SONGS, MUSIC, &c. We class these two periodicals lovingly toge ther, for both are of kindred character. There are many promising specimens of song-writing to be found in both of them ; and the music— we speak with all becoming humility, as our knowledge of this science is, like the range of Lord Londonderry's eloquence, somewhat li mited —appears, from the hasty glance w e h ave been enabled to cast over it, to be of a simple and agreeable character. The fall in the barometer between Friday noon and SAturd,y morning was the most rapid rand considerable that has been witnessed for a great length of time. CHEAP LITERATURE.--There is now .a publication called the " Halfpenny Library,"the numbers of which are hawked about the streets for a farthing. THE DECLINE OF LITERATURE IN ENG LAND.-The state of the English publishing world at thi moment is somewhat startling, no time within our re collection at all approaches it. If we bad not fortunately opened for ourselves an inexhaustible resource in foreign literature, our paper would have been a blank, or our readers wearied with everlasting quotations from book; that must by this time have passed through half the cir culating libraries and reading rooms in the kingdom.-- Athencrum. SHOT EXTRAORDINARY.—On Tuesday lacy, W. Tingeombe, Esq , killed, at two shots, one law:. dred and eleven Sanderlings, in the parish of Topsham. This is considered by the crack sportsmen of the neigh.. tpmrhood as a wonderful shot, for the number brought down. Mr. T. fired from a double-barrelled gun, and discharged the contents of the second barrel immediately after the fir s t.—Sh er b orne Journal. THEATRICAL CHIT CHAT.--INIACREADY has concluded an engagement with Mr. BtneN for next season. STANSBURY, of Covent-garden, is engaged as director of music in Dublin. Armor? is about to bring out a new farce at his own theatre, the Victoria. CAL CTAFT. has engaged WALLACK, Miss HUDDART, and TURNER. MISS INVERARITY, IL PHILLIPS, and WIL SON, have met with great success at the Cork Theatre during the Aasizoa. The Court Journal says that song writer has forwarded six new pieces to the Ad Ipbi management for twenty pounds ! (We dare say their full value.) LIVERPOOL COTTON MARKET, SATUR DAL-The sales during the past week amount to 15,290 hags, and the imports to 5,669 ; the market has remained with liitle or no change since our last, either in Ameri can or Bind descriptions. The inquiry has been less spirited, but holders generally retain the same confidence is before, and prices are fully supported, except for the inferior qualities of Alabama cotton, which are rather lower ; 4,500 American, 150 Pernams, 550 111aranhains, and 200 Surats have been taken on speculation. To day the market has been quiet. Not more than 1,200 bales have been sold, and, though holders are firm, prices are with difficulty maint,ined. RUSSIAN POLICY IN LITERATURE.--The cultivation in Oriental literature in Russia is rapidly al vancing, and tin Government affords every encouragement to its extension. At the late public ex imination of the classes of the Oriental Institute, at St. Petersburg, the Vice-Chancellor, Count Nesselrode was so delighted with the progress of the students that he made a special re port on the subject to the Emperor. In consequence, Professors Charmony and D mange have been made Knights of the Order of %Vladimir, of the third class, and Mizra Djafar, a Tartar from the Caucasian provinces, who assists M. Charmony in teaching Per-ian, has received the Cross of St. Anne, of the semil class. The four pupils who most distinguished themselves were eich pre ,eired with a diamond ring. These are not the only symptoms of Rus-ia's directing her views to the supre macy of central Asia.—Athenccum. MELANCHOLY ACCIDENT. --A few days ago, as a young man, named Archibald Macmillin, from Sunart, Arqleshire, was engaged in blasting a piece of rock at Fasnakyle, on the Chisholm's Pass, while in the lact of stemming the charge, the friction of the needle igniting the powder caused an explosion, and he was blown into the air to a considerable height. So violent was the explosion that the bolt in his hand and one of his shoes were carried a distance of about 80 yards. 'Lae un fortunate youth was immediately conveyed to the Aber deen infirmary, when it was found that his leg was free cured, his arm broken, and his skull laid bare. He lingered, however, till Saturday, when he expired...—. Edinburgh Evenino Courant. THE RELAXATION OF A GREAT MAN.— Some years since I was visiting the retreat of one of cur country's poets, anti my guide, taking me into his morn ing room, bade me remark how still it was, and how remote from all noise or intrusion. It was separated from the rest of the house. Trees of venerable size over shadowed the green turf upon the which the casemen opened ; but throutb their interstices you caught glimpses o f the lake that flowed below; and there you saw the squirrel half tamed, beneath the nearest tree; and aloft, with its peculiar rushingness of wing, you heard the flight cf the scarce-seen ring -dove. There was quiet around ; but not the quiet of dullness—nut ti , e quiet of a ,'sad , will, and the dreary dinginess of a back-yard. " A. 1 1: at what time, ma'am, did be mostly writer' " C lu t "j e at or after breakfast, for about three boors, —a n d e breakfast e idt a ul kis goneeftdthset t co t r h uo i surn n t t g obp s .(. w we: e be r ir e cyyh n ,n, e uoh v eag d ne i wd l a t hen u artt r al ! eye e acto d htat,heci t ode i i.f, l nn f sbidfitbi f i eursnetre h d;tesn a sl t a:a f ttnhyili fi adiei n! n s)fe i d,ba s ,A l ittf ) alrT e ::),i d drce.., liar friend a man mgt a , :c ing e ti s ile o tr f cehe , : h ,r e it s y u the e r :ny:lawn associationsndo ring-dove, end the d tt w h e associationse n I openor both h e ppaugtets a o n f d th s e age pfie ( t o ; f b o r e ~,an f tqwns sod the man of rural life), belong also and ime and appliances of—breakfast...A-Cu,