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months' provisions on hi aril. The Britannia, 120, at Plymouth, is ordered to Jni❑ Sir Pulteney Malcolm. The Jupiter troop-slip was to sail on Wednesday from Plymouth, with stores for the fleet off Lisbon. The Larne, 18, went out of dock on Monday, and the Conway, 28, Captain Eden, came into dock on Tuesday, t have her copper inspected. She was undocked the fallowing day. In Harbour—Victory, Royal George, Excellent, Con way, and Seaflower, cutters. At Spithead—Donegal, Vernon, Castor, Despatch, Pike, and Medway. PORTSMOUTH, SEPT. 28. (FROM A MORNING PAPER CORRESPONDENT.) I have just returned from a most agreeable visit to the French corvette which arrived yesterday at Spithead. The principal medical officer, a gentleman of extensive infor mation anti universal travel, has been polite enough to take me on board, and show me over eve!), part of one of the smartest vessels for her calibre in the whole naval aerVice of France. The Ariane mounts thirty-two guns, and is completely equipped in every part. Tier crew are a'l young men, indeed many of them almost boys, but they are represented as prompt at acquiring a thorough know ledge of naval tactics, and the dicipline preserved on board, without being too rigorous, exacts from them the strictest attention to their duty. I observed that they Were all dressed nearly like our seamen, wearing blue flannel shirts, coarse cloth trousers of the same colour, and small straw bats, bound round with black riband. On getting on board I found them all employed in various ways. The officers walking on deck paid the most courteous attention to every visiter that happened to arrive, and !Turing my short stay there was a continued succession of atmouncements. The Ariane is at present lying at anchor within about a quarter of a mile of the Donegal, en 84-gun ship, which once bore the name of La Hoelie, ?Ind was captured from the French many years ago, off the western coast of Ireland. It is not a little singular that, in the vicissitudes which have since occurred, the tri colour and the Union Jack should now float in harmony together in a British port, as emblems of combined strength for one common object. The boatman who con veyed us to the corvette was a British tar of the genuine stamp, a veteran that had fought under Nelson at the Nite, Copenhagen, and Trafalgar, in which latter battle he served in the same ship with Sir Pulteney Malcolm, who was then a Captain. On the present occasion, as he ap proached the French vessel, and 83W the tri-colour flying at the mast bead, old Jack put a quid in his mouth, and turning towards me, with a knowing wink of his left eye, said .‘ 'Well, master, times are altered. I remember the day when, if we seed that ere colour, we'd he after it just like as the dolphin would be after the sword-fish." The French officers have every right to be satisfied with their reception in this port. Nothing can exceed the earnest solicitude evinced by Sir Pulteney Malcom to ac quit himself towards them in a manner at once worthy of his station and his country. Last night there was a grand ball at the Xing's Assembly Rooms; the gallant Admiral provided then, all with ticket, and at the same time, as a tribute of marked respect, sent his own barge to bring theoi on shore. They appeared quite delighted with the scene, and waltzed and quadrilled it away with the fair ladies of England at an indefatigable rate. The ball was attended by a numerous host of rank and fashion, and the arrangements were of the most complete descrip tion. In the long list of naval and military characters present were the following distinguished officers, moat of whom were accompanied by the female branches of their reqpeetive families :—Sir Pulteney Malcolm, Sir Colin Campbell, Sir Frederick Maitland, Sir Peter Halkett, Sir Francis Collier, Sir Richard Grant, S r Richard &c. A rumour is very current in this place, among persona who have 3CC;'SS to good info-oration, that Lord Palmer ston's " will is not father to the thought ; " that he still con:imies to tempori , e, and wishes that protocols, and no' pounders, should settle the Belgian question. COURT-MARTIAL ON CAPT. A. GOR D ON, R.N. This ►nnrnim: ( Sept. 29), ;it 9 o'clock, pursuant to an ruder rec,-ivol from the Admiralty, the following ,tficers a•s, rrid; d r n hoard his nticSty ' s ship Victory, for the purpose of holding a Court-martial upon Captain Alex ander Gordon, of the Atiio/ fri'ate, in consequence of clyrtain chargts prefer-1:d against him by Commodore Hayes,. Vice-Adtniral Sir Pultency Malcolm, Presi dent. Sir Frederick MaitlAnd, K.C.11., Captain Parker, (apt. Fenshaw, Lord John Hay, Sir Francis Collier, and Cipt. James Hoskins, E.g., was in attendance as Deputy Judge-Advocate ;ail William Minchin, Esq., appeared as so;leit,:r for the prisoner. Before the Court was regularly coestituted, The ParsreENT asked CotoLoodore Hayes if he intend. cd to hring forward any other charge against Captain Gor d,n, in addition to these already preferred. Cnmmo lore Kayos—Ye., Sir, it is my intention to bring forward another charge. The PRESIDENT—Then the Court cannot entertain it ~►ithout a special order from the Admiralty. Commodore Hayes—Under these circumstances, Sir, 1 pr, po•e that the Court du adjourn till the order can be re ceived from the Admiralty. I think it may come down by Monday next. The PRESIDENT-But you are to understand that, after it does come down, Captain Gordon will still he entitled to 21 hours' notice before the proceedings commence. Commodore Hayes—l am aware of that, Sir. The proposition was then agreed to, and the Court ad journed. - It appears that the addition tl charge which has OCCII !lc ned the adjournment of the Court is founded upon a letter addressed by Captain Gordon to the Admiralty, corn. menting upon the contents of one previously written agtinst him by Commodore Hayes. VISIT OF THE FRENCH OFFICERS TO THE A RSENAL. Ever since the arrival of the French corvette at Spit head, the officers of that yes el have taken occasional op portunities of visiting the Arsenal, and it is only justice to state that no unworthy principle o' national jealousy has prevented the authorities here from affording them every po-sible facility. In fact, the orders of the Admiralty are in perfect unison with the feelings of the parties to whom they are addressed ; and there appears to he a sort of in genuous, stubborn, John Bull pride influencing their minds--a pride that exults in a pre-eminence which no nation except England can ever hope to attain. The Warden of the Arsenal, Lieutenant Marshal!, a gallant officer, who has lost a leg in the service, and ought to have been promoted long since, is frequently polite enough to attend in person when visiters are going round, and, with the true spirit of a Briton, be feels gratified in the dis play of British power, as exemplified in the first navaldepot of the universe. Having in the course of this day joined a party under his auspices, I was conducted over every part of the vast establishment; and at every step I took there was something to excite my surprise and admiration. Two or three French officers, who were admitted at the same time, appeared lost in astonishment. It would seem that they could not possibly have anticipated such a combination of boundless resources, and wonderful inge nuity in the adaptation of them, as now presented itself to their view. In fact the scene is almost incredible. The names of Watt and of Brunel claim pre-eminent distinc tion here. A small steam-engine, of Watt's design, gives practical power to the genius of Brunel through countless intricacies of art. The manner in which the block work is executed is an absolute phenomenon of me chanism. A rough piece of timber is in an instant cut through with a circular saw, and, after going through u variety of processes, in as many minutes becomes ready for the rope to the hand of the sailor. Some idea may be formed of the advantage which the naval service derives from this new invention when I state that 250 blocks may now with ease be struck off in one day, while not more than 15 could be made under the old system of ma- nual operation. In fact this is the very triumph of ma chinery. Just as we were taking our departure, the shipwright who built the Neptune, and who prides himself on having committed to the ocean the largest BritislPvessel that has ever floated, presented me with the following estimate of her dimensions. It will be perceived that she is unrivalled in vastness. ee Length on lower deck F2ll 5t. 8 In. Ditto of keel l9O 6 Ditto of keel for tonnage Breadth for ditto Ditto moulded 53 103 i Ditto to outside of wale 55 6% hold Depth in hold Burden in tons, '2,705 70-94ths Extreme length aloft 24 t 6 Ditto height, forward 56 6 Ditto, ditto, midships 5l 0 Ditto, ditto, abaft Half-past Five o'clock, p.m. The French corvette "triune (or Ariadne) has this moment sailed from Spithead for Cherbourg. I am in formed that she carries with her despatches directing the other vessels of the squadron to Come to this port imme diately ; and the general impression now is that the obsti i•acy of William of Nassau will be broken down by bombs, if remonstrance should still prove unavailing'. All the firers here belonging to the expedition bold themselves is readiness to sail at a moment's notice. MAGAZINE DAY. NE W MONTHLY MA GAZINE. We quote Mr. Bulwer's remarks on the " Death of Sir Walter Scott ;" in the first place, because it forms the most correct estimate we have yet met with of his intellect ; secondly, because it is penned in a fine, generous, feeling, eloquent spirit. We scarce know which to ad mire most, the head or the heart of its writer. It is worth a thousand elaborate eulogies. Journal of Conversations with Lord Byron" are far better this month than they have yet been. We have been much struck with the arrogant impertinence of this Byronian remark. The man who could utter such stuff had evi dently read the Scotch Novels to but little ad vantage. " Byron often talks of Napoleon, of whom he is a great admirer, and says, that what he most likes in his character was his want of sympathy, which proved his knowledge of hu man nature, as those only could possess sympathy who were in happy ignorance of it." Of the other articles, we must content ourselves with saying, that they are well worth reading, espe cially the reminiscences of Shelley. The number is an excellent one. " The blow is struck—the lyre is shattered—the mnsic is hushed at length. The greatest—the most various— the most commanding genius of modern times has left us to seek for that successor to his renown which, in all proba bility, a remote generation alone will furnish forth. It is true that we have been long prepared for the event—it does not fall upon us suddenly—leaf after leaf was stripped from that noble tree before it was felled to the earth at last ;—our sympathy in his decay has softened to us the sorrow for his death. It is not now our intention to trace the character or to enumerate the works of the great man whose career is run ;—to every eye that reads—every ear that hears--every heart that remembers, this much, at least, of his character is already known,—that he had all the exuberance of genius, and none of its excesses; that 1 e was at once equitable and generous—that his heart was ever open to charity—that his life has probably been short ened by his scrupulous regard for justice. His career was one splendid refutation of the popular fallacy, that genius has of necessity vices—that its light must be meteoric— and its courses wayward and uncontrolled. He has left mankind two great lessons,—we scarcely know which is the most valuable. He has taught us bow much delight one human being can confer upon the world ;—he has taught us also that the imagination may aspire to the wildest flights without wandering into error. Of whom else among our great list of names—the heir-looms of our nation—can we say that he has left us everything to ad mire, and nothing to forgive? " It is in four different paths of intellectual eminence that Sir Walter Scott has won his fame; as a poet, a biographer, an historian, and a novelist. It is not now a time (with the great man's clay scarce cold) to enter into the niceties of critical discussion. We cannot now weigh, and sift, and compare. We feel too deeply at this moment to reason well—but we ourselves would incline to consider him greatest as a poet. Whether it be that to our earliest recollections he was most endeared by those mighty lap which called from antiquity all its noblest spirit, and breathed a life and nature into that literature, which was then languishing under the drowsiness of eternal imitation, and the trappings of a false and Gallic artificiality of school, at once burthensome and frivolous ;—whatever be the cause of our differing from the world iu general on this point, certain it is, that we think him even greater as a poet than a n ove li s t —and were it possible that time could wither up the into rest of the world in either, we think that tie prose of Waved: y might suffer before the verse of Marmion. Never, indeed. has there been a poet so thoroughly Homeric as Sc..tt—the battle—the feast—the council—the gu r . iiroona at Stirling—the dying warrior at Flodden—the fierce Bertram speeding up the aisle—ill are Homeric ;—all live—move—breathe and burn—alike poetry, hlit alike li'e ! There is thi ,, difference, too, marked and prominetr—between his verse and his prose ; —the first is emphatic dly the verse of Scott—the latter (we mean in its stye) may he the prose of any one—the striking originality, the daring boldness, the astonishing vigour of the style, in the Lay of the Last Minstrel, arc lost in the Antiquary and Guy Mannering. " Scott may be said, in prose, to have no style. There are those, we know, who cell this very absence of style a tree it--o e not dispute it: if it be so, Scott is the first. great prose writer fi om Bacon to Gibbon,—nay, from flerodotu, in Grei.k, to Paul Courier, in French—who his laid claim to it. For our own part, we think him great, in spite of the want of style, and not because of it. As a biographer, he has been unfortunate in his subjects : the two roost important of the various lives lie has either delineated or sketched—that of Dryden and that of Swift —are men, to whose inexpiable baseness genius could neither give the dignity of virtue nor the interest of error. Nor, perhaps, if we may presume to say so, was the bent of the biographer's mind that of the JUDGE : he had more of the spirit of veneration than that of inquiry. And in his estimate, both of men and of books, his reasoning seldom sa - isfies us so much as his enthusiasm charms. Ile was born not to compose criticisms, but to create critics ; and the lessons be would draw from the lives and genius of other men,—the poet—the romancer—the critic—the philosopher of future ages—will deduce from his own. " As an historian, we confess that we prize him more highly - than as a biographer: it is true that the same faults are apparent in both, but there is in the grand History of Napiilenn more scope for redeeming beauties. His great, his unrivalled, excellence in description is heie brought into full and ample display : his battles are vivid with colours which no other historian ever could command And all the errors of the history still leave scenes and touches of unrivalled majesty to the book. " As a novelist, Scott has been blamed for not impart ing a more useful moral to his fictions, and for dwelling with too inconsiderate an interest on the chivalric illusions of the past. To charges of this nature all writers are liable. Mankind are divided into two classes ; and he who belongs to the one will ever incur the reproach of not seeing through the medium of the other. Certain it is, that we, with utterly different notions on political truths from the great writer who ia no more, might feel some r. Bret—some natural p,in—that that cause which we believe the hest, was not honoured by his advocacy ; but when we reflect on the real influence of his works, we are satisfied they have been directed to the noblest ends, and have embraced the largest circle of human interests. We do net speak of the delight he has poured forth over the earth—of the lonely hours he has charmed—of the sad he arts he has beguiled—of the beauty and the music which he has summoned to a world where all travail and none repose : this, indeed, is something—this, indeed, is a moral—this, indeed, has been a benefit to mankind. And this is a new corroborant of one among the noblest of in. tellectual truths,—viz. that the books which please, are always books that, in one sense, benefit ; and that the work which is largely and permanently popular—which sways, moulds, and softens the universal heart—cannot appeal to vulgar and unworthy passions (such appeals are never widely or long triumphant); the delight it occasions is a proof of tl.e moral it inspires. " But this power to charm aad to beguile is not that moral excellence to which we refer. Scott has been the first great genius—Fielding alone excepted—who invited oor thorough and uncondescending sympathy to the wide mass of the human family—who has stricken (for in this artificial world it requires an effort) into our hearts a love and a respect for those chosen from the people. Shak- speare has not done this—Shakepeare paints the follies of the mob with a strong and unfriendly hand. Where, in Shakspeare, is there — a Jeanie Dean; ? Take up which you will of those numerous works which have appeared, from " Waverley" to the " Chronicles of the Cannon gate,"—open where you please, you will find portraits from the people—and your interest keeping watch beside the poor man's hearth. Not, in Scott, as they were in the dramatists of our language, are the peasant, the arti ficer, the farmer, dragged on the stage merely to be laughed at for their brogue, and made to seem ridiculous becauie they are useful. " He paints them, it is true, in their natural language, but the language is subservient to the character; he does not bow the man to the phrase, but the phrase to the man. . . . . Neither does he flatter on the one banil, as he does not slight on the other. Unlike the maudlin pastoralists of France, he contents himself with the simple truth—he contrasts the dark shadows of Meg Alerrilie , s or of Edie Oehiltree, with the holy and pure lights that redeem and sanctify them—he gives us the poor, even to the gipsey and the beggar, as they really are—contented, if our inte rest is excited, and knowing that nature is sufficient to excite it. From the palaces of kings—from tie tents of warriors, he comes—equally at home with man in all aspects—to the cotter's hearth ;--he bids us turn from the pomp of the Plamagenets to bow the knee to the poor Jew's daughter—he makes us sicke❑ at the hollowness of the Royal Rothsay, to sympathize with the honest love of Hugh the smith. No, never was there one—not even Burns himself—who forced us more intimately to acknow ledge, or more deeply to feel, that " The rank is but the guinea stamp, The man's the gowd, for a' that." " And is this being, to whom intellect taught philan thropy, to he judged by ordinary rul.s ?—are we to guage and mete his capacities of good, by the common measure we apply to common men ?—No ! there was in him a large and catholic sympathy with all classes, all tempers, all conditions of men ; and this it was that redeemed his noble works from all the taint of party, and all the leaven of sectarianism ; this it was that made him, if the Tory in principle, the all-embracing leader in practice. Gon pare with what he has done for the people—in pai n ti ng the people,—the works of poets called Liberal by the doc ttinaries—compare the writings of Scott with those of Byron—which have really tended the most to bind us to the poor ?—The first has touched the homely strings of our real heart—the other has written, fine vague stanzas about freedom. Lara, the Corsair, Childe Harolde, Don Juan, these are the works—we will not say of the misanthrope —at least of the aristocrat. Are Scott's so ? Yet Byron was a Liberal, and Scott a Tory. Alas, the sympathy with humanity is the true republicanism of a writer of fiction. Liberal and Tory arc words which signify nothing out of the sphere of the politics of the day. Who shall we select from the Liberal poets of our age who has bouad us to the people like Scott—Shelley, with his metaphysical refinings?—Moore, with his elaborate flori dity of patriotism ?—No ! we feel at once that Nature aught Scott more of friendship with all mankind, than the philosophy of the one or the fancy of the other. Out of print, Scott might belong to a party—in print, mankind belonged to him. Toryism, which is another name for the spirit of monopoly, forsook him at that point where his inquiries into human nature began. He is not, then, we apprehend, justly liable to the charge of wanting a sound moral—even a great political moral—(and political morals are the greatest of all)—in the general tenor of works which have compelled the highest classes to examine and respect the lowest. In this, with far less learning, far less abstract philosophy, than Fielding, he is only ex ceeded by him in one character—(and that, indeed, the most admirJale in English fiction)—the character of Par son Adams. Jeanie Deans is worth a thousand such as Fanny Andrews. Fielding, Le Sage, and Cervantes are the only three writers, since the world began, with whom, as a novelist, he can be compared. And perhaps be excels them, as Voltaire excelled all the writers of his nation, not by the superior merits of one work, but by tho brilliant aggregate of many. Tom Jones, Gil Blas, Don Quixote, are, without doubt, greater, much greater, productions than Waverley; but the authors of Tom Jones, Gil Blas, and even of Don Quixote, have not manifested the same fertile and mighty genius as the author of the Waverley Novels. " And that genius—seemingly so inexhaustible—is quenched at length ! We can be charmed no mare—the eloquent tongue is mute—the master's wand is broken up —the right hand bath forgot its cunning—the cord that is loosened was indeed of silver—and the bowl that is broken at the dark well was of gold beyond all price. '• Death, of late, has been busy amongst the great men of earth—the mighty landmarks of the last age, one after one, have been removed :—Cuvier, Mackintosh, Bentham, Goethe, and now Scott—there is something, as it were, mysterious and solemn in the disappearance of so many lights of the age, within so short an interval of each other; —and happening, as it does, at a period when the old ele ments of society are shaken to the centre, it might have seemed to ancient superstition as if the world were pre paring itself for an unexperienced era, and the removal of the chiefs of the past time betokened the advent of a new order of mind suited to the new disposition of events. " When a great man dies, he leaves a chasm which eter nity cannot fill. Others succeed to h:s fame—but never to the exact place which he held in the world's eye ;—they may be greater than the one we have lost—but they are not he. Shakspeare built not his throne on the same site as Homer—nor Scott on that whence Shakspeare looked down upon the universe. 'llse gap which Scott leaves in the world is the token of the space he filled in the homage of his times. A hundred ages hence our posterity will still see that wide interval untenanted—a vast and mi.:loy eri in the intellectual world, which will prove how spacious were the city and the temple, whose summit has reached to Heaven.' THE AUTHOR OF EUGENE AnAm.' PLACKW 0 0 D'S MAGAZINE. Blackwood is unusually bountiful this month, and indulges us with a double number, both of which contain contributions of superior merit. " The Pursuits of Politics " is a satirical poem, slashing at every thing and every body indiscri minately, and accompanied by running notes and comments from the versatile pen of O'lloherty. The prose, we think, of this olla podrida is superior to the poetry. " The Republican Exiles " is one of the most spirit-stirring narra tives we ever read. Not a page in this singu larly effective composition but teems with in terest. The escape of Pichegru and other French democrats, who rendered themselves ob noxious to the Directory, from the Indian fortress, whither they were banished from Paris, reminds us of the dramatic narrative of Hassan's escape in Hopes' magnificent romance of Anas tasius. We quote a specimen " The French Directory, in the year 1797, had fully exhibited the folly of government by men suddenly raised to power by popular clarntiur. Pretended philosophers, they committed every blunder of bad politicians; and pom pous rulers of Republicans, they exhibited all the negli gence, profligacy, and peculation that calumny had ever at tributed to kings. France grew weary of the Directory, but it was less because she saw their absurdities, than be cause she was weary of hearing their names. A govern ment which had lasted above a year was not the govern ment for the grande nation. She longed for a change, if it were to a cabinet of dancing-dogs, and the Five arec tors began to tremble for their dignities. " The government consisted of a mockery of the British legislature ; a Council of Elders meagerly corresponded to our House of Lords, and a Council of Five Hundred to our House of Commons. Their Five Directors it would be an insult to royalty to compare to the honoured authority of a British King. The divisions of faction in those bodies of triflers and profligates, rendered all deliberation a bur lesque; but they menaced the power of the Directors, and, to secure that power, their Five Majesties of the Luxem bourg, as the Parisians had learned to call them in scorn, determined to make a "New Constitution." To this the preliminary was the illegal and tyrannical seizure of every man who might be formidable to them in the two Houses. To strengthen their hands in this act of the most furious despotism, they brought troops into Paris, headed by Na polean's Lieutenant, Augereau ; they held a correspon dence with Napoleon, who, like an independent sovereign, or a new Caesar, promised to cross the Rubicon to their assistance ; and they commenced, with congenial activity, the corruption of the two guards of the Councils. For, in this day of virtue and freedom, nothing was done with out the soldier, and all deliberation was carried on under the protection of the bayonet. " At three in the morning of the day appointed for the New Revolution, a signal cannon was fired. Augereau instantly marched his troops to the doors of the two Houses. Cannon were pointed at the entrance of the Council of Elders, to blow to the moon any politician foolish enough to talk of laws or liberty. Troops were posted in all the avenue-, and the Council was placed in the midst of a force of twelve thousand regenerators, with muskets on their shoulders. The guard at the doors of the Council of Five Hundred still kept the gates shut; arid the members, who had already assembled to know whether they were to be hanged, sabred, or shot—such are the alternatives of a government of the free —were suffered to remain in their happy pre-eminence for exactly an hour and a half from the time of the extinction of their brother branch of legislation. But, at the end of this time, the blow fell duly. An officer made his appearance in the hall, informing them, that he was going to lock the doors, and carry the keys to the Directory. 11Iurmurings arose, the last expiring indignation of men who had brought their unhappy and innocent King to the block. The offi cer was a personage of few words. Ile recommended it to them, to look to their own satcty, in the event of delay: and, finding that they still murmured, he locked the doors, and carried the tale to his masters. " The next process was to nullify the go irds of the tin o H ousee . Augereau walked at the head of a gang of the ruffianism of the Revolution, Santerre, Trenek, the widow Rousin, drew(' a l'Ainazone—fo r the ladies are every thing in France at all times—and others, wh o h a d noto riouslyslaves! called ou t, Vi ce la Repub liquegeneral system o f em b racing, walked a' w elle h e( o ly l a e corps in his tr a i n , and sent the few , c. b toh e i e nt r i a rreel g . away with obnoxious officers to prison. The treatment of Ramel, the commandant of the guard, a general officer, who had flourished in many a revolutionary page, was characteristic of the time. Augereau ordered him under arrest, with a tolerably distinct menace that he should be shot. The captain .general murmured; Augereau gave him a rapid lesson on the value of submission--the rabble, both soldiers and moh, were instantly suffered to take him into their hands. He was knocked down, his sword broken, his clothes were torn, he was dragged along the streets, and on the point of being murdered ; a sergeant whom he had put in arrest for some offence a few drys before, to .k this opportunity to discharge his arrears of justice. He drew his sabre, made a rush at the unlucky general, and would have plunged the weapon in his body. But Augereau, who probably thought that this mode of managing mili tary officers might be turned into a precedent, or who may have wished for a more public exhibition of blood, with his own hand dragged the assassin back, comforting the crowd, however, with the promise, that they should have their indulgence at no distant date. Let him alone,' ex claimed the little General, ' I promise you he shall be shot to-morrow!' " The luckless officer was sent without delay to the Temple, and there, bruised, bleeding, and half-naked, was thrown into one of the rooms which had held the late King. Ha, ha,' laughed the gaoler, here is another of them. Show the gentleman into the "Chamber of Opi nions."' The General was not left long alone. In a couple of hours, the victorious drums were heard outside, the gates were thrown open, and a group of the arrested members of the Council, with Pichegru, its president at their Lead, entered. Another group followed in the course of the day, headed by Ladebat, president of the Council of Elders, and all were alike flung into the apartments which had witnessed the last melancholy hours of their unfortu nate Sovereigns. Never was there a history which the finger of retributive justice wrote in deeper characters of fire and blood, than the history of this furious, guilty, wo ful Revolution." " Torn Cringle's Log" is amusing, but not so much so as some of the former numbers we have met with of this desultory nouvellette. " The English Martyrs " is an eloquent dramatic sketch by Mrs. Hemans. " Antonio di Carara " is a forced, extravagant tale, full of startling improbabilities. PART 11. " The Cmsars" is an historical sketch thrown off at random, but written with considerable power. " Foreign Affairs" is, like all its prede cessors in this flagrant ultra periodical, a vehe ment diatribe on every thing approaching to liberalism in politics. According to the writer, ruin hangs over Europe—the world, which nothing can avert but the restoration of the Tories to office. The writer says, " the French themselves are now heartily ashamed of the events of July." This is a notorious untruth. The French are as proud as ever of their glorious re volution—decidedly the most glorious in their long chivalrous annals ; but they are ashamed of the paltry way in which its good effects have been frittered away and sacrificed to the selfish, personal interests of Louis Philippe. " The Cyclops of Euripides" is a capital translation, but more animated than faithful. UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL. Another very amusing number. We are glad to see that the promise to continue the Recol lections of a Sea Life, is fulfilled. Our friend the midshipman resumes his story, and is no less amusing than he was last month ; and we should be tempted to make an extract from it had not our Magazines already reached such a consi derable length. The " Rambles of Gibraltar," and the " Three Days at Elba," are two other very readable articles, whilst that upon the army of the United States of America, brings a sub ject before the English public of which it has had hitherto but very vague notions. We shall, perhaps, on a future day return to it. We must close with the following graphic descrip tion of the storming of Ciudad Rodrigo : "The situation in which we now were placed was one of extreme danger and embarrassment; instead of falling into rear of a column supposed to have already carried the breach, we stood alone at its base exposed to a tremendous fire of grape and musketry from its defences, whilst we were in danger of being assaulted in the rear by a sortie through the sally-port in the ditch already mentioned. For a minute we seemed destined to be sacrificed to some mistake as to the hour of attack, but suddenly we beard a cheer from a body of men who, crowning the summit of the counterscarp, flung down bags filled with heather to break their fall, and leaped on them into the ditch ; it was the old Scotch Brigade, which, like us, having been int./34d as a support, was true to its time, and was consequently placed in the same predicament with ourselves. On the appearance of the 94th, the fire of the garrison was redoubled, and after a moment's consultation between the seniors, it was decided to be better to die like men on the breach than like dogs in the ditch, and in stantly with a wild hurra all sprung upwards, absolutely eating fire. I think the breach must have been seventy or eighty feet wide ; the 94th took it on the right, we on the left extremity as you look to the country, and I affirm, it would have been a work of no small labour, to have achieved the ascent under any circumstances, consisting as it did of a nearly perpendicular mass of loose rubbish, in which it was extremely difficult to obtain a footing. " As our serious intentions were now evident to them, the enemy developed and employed their entire means of defence ; two guns pointed downwards from the flanks, and had time to fire several rounds of grape, working fearful destruction, particularly in the 94th. On the margin of the breach were ranged a quantity of shells, a t n o d pu ro si l i le u d p daonadvnavaonidiotnhgesitr e u x s p , lo a s c i t o i n ng ; h was defended by a strong body o f t h e trha whichet h t e o r p a w s o e f a r e t s h t l e i i g m b h u r t e l e a t d i c s garrison, who maintained a heavy fire of musketry, and showed for some time an undaunted countenance. Hand grenades and fireballs were not wanting, nor yet the agree able accompaniment of a heavy fire from a distant fl .e king demi•bastion, which bore on the foot of the breach and crest of th e g l ac i s w h ere the 45th an d 8 8t h , who were just arriving in ti m e t o do good servic e , su ff ered very severely by it. As we struggled up, the resistance, though not perhaps as determined as it might have been, was still sufficiently formidable to have daunted the bravest. How ever, with all its defects, a night attack has the advantage of concealing from the view much of danger and of diffi culty, that if seen might shake the nerves. But there was no time then for hesitation, no choice for the timid ; the front ranks were forced onwards by the pressure from the rear, and as men fell wounded on the breach, there they found their (living) grave, being trodden into and covered by the shifting rubbish displaced by the feet of their comrades. Some few more lucky, when wounded, rolled down the slope into the ditch, where they called in vain for that assistance which could not then be afforded them, and they added by their outcries to the wildness of the scene. Such a struggle could not be of long duration, and the efforts of our men, reinforced as we were by the two last.named regiments, were in a few mi nutes crowned with success ; the enemy's resistance slackened, and they suddenly fled from before us, escaping to right and left by boards laid across cuts through the terre-pleine, by which cuts the breach was isolated ; the boards they left behind in their panic. " It was now seven o'clock, the breach was carried, and the town virtually ours. A voice was heard to shout above the uproar, " They run, they run !" All crowded on the summit of the breach, and some spoke of forming the men on the rampart ; but on that spot there was no safety, for we had scarcely attained it, when a deadly fire was opened on us from a breastwork about twenty yards distant and beneath, formed from the ruins of some houses, of loose stones, and lined with men. Many of our people threw themselves on their faces, and in that position returned the fire with good effect, as I observed, on the following morning, more than forty of the garrison lying dead behind the breastwork, shot through their heads, — the only part of them exposed to our fire. One portion of our fellows, led by General M'Kinnon, proceeded to the left along the rampart, and turned the right flank of the breast-work (which was appuyeed against the walls), and there firing en them, dispersed the enemy. .About that time, the expense magazine blew up on the rampart , des t roy in g the general and many with him, as well as such of the garrison as were at that end of the breastwork ; behind which I saw the next day a num ber of blackened and mailated i corpses, hideous and shape less, friends and foes, mingled n one common destruction. I distinctly remember the moment of the explosion, an d the short pause it occasioned in our proceedings, —a pause that enabled us to distinguish the noise of the attack still going forward in the direction of the little breach. - I accompanied a party which pushed across - a board to our right, for the purpose of clearing the rampart (on that side) of the enemy, who still fired on us, but fled on the first demonstration of attack. Then it was that a gigantic young Irish volunteer, attached to our regiment, was said to have uttered that exclamation of surprise at the facility with which he could deprive• a human b-iog of life, that became celebrated afterwards throughout the division. Observing a gal:ant artilleryman still lingering near his gun, he dashed at him with bayonet fixed and at the charge. The man stepped backwards, facing his foe, but, his foot slipping, he fell against the gun, and in a moment the young fellow's bayonet was through his heart : the yell with which he gave up the ghost so terrified B- that he started back, the implement of death in his hands, and, apostrophizing it, was heard to say, " Holy Moses! how easy you went into him !" As the first taste of blood rouses the latent fierceness of the tiger's whelp, 80 thi s event seemed to have altered B-'s nature, and doubt. less lei to his subsequent misfortunes and premature death. "No enemy being now visible on the ramparts, and the men who lined the breastwoi k having fled, we advanced in pursuit, dropping from the wall into the town. At first we were among ruins ; but having extricated ourselves from them, we made our way into a large street leading nearly in a straight line from the principal breach to the placa or square : up this street we fought our way, the enemy slowly retiring before us. At about half the length of the street was a large open space on our left hand, where was deposited the immense battering train of " the army of Portugal," and its materiel. Amongst this crowd of carriages, a number of men ensconced themselves, firing on us as we passed, and it required no small exertion on our part to dislodge them. Such of them as were caught suffered for their temerity. In the meantime, those of the enemy a-head of us were lost to sight, having entered the square; for which place we pushed on with as many men es we could lay hands on, formed, without distinction of regiments, into two or three platoons ; for the great pro portion of those who had started with us had gradually sneaked off into the bye-streets for the purpose of plun dering, which business was already going on merrily. As we reached the head of the street (which entered the square at one angle), and wheeled to the left into the open apace, we received a shattering volley from the enemy, which quickly spoiled our array. They were drawn up in force in the square and under the colonnade of the cathedral, and we were for the moment checked by their fire, which we returned from the head of the street, waiting for a reinforcement. At length, when we were meditating a dash at the fellows, we heard a fire opened from another quarter, which seemed to strike them with a panic, for cn our giving a cheer and moving forward, they to a man threw away their arms as if by word of command, and disappeared in the gloom like magic. It was the light division who entered the square by a street leading from the little breach, and their opportune arrival had frighted the game which we had brought to bay, leaving the pave ment of the square covered with arms and accoutrements. Resistance had ceased, and the town was captured." FRASER'S MAGAZINE. The present number opens with a translation of one of Goethe's tales, styled in Germany, par excellence—as the translator assures us—" the Tale." We must confess we see no reason for such an emphatic exclusive title ; the tale is at best but a misty allegory without any very de, finite aim or end. Occasionally there is some sparkling imagery ; but as a whole the thing is heavy, and almost unintelligible. However, the translation is spirited. " Discoveries of Modern Geologists is a scientific treatise, penned in a very agreeable, succinct style. " The School master's Experience in Newgate " is a valuable paper, from which our present Home-Secretary may derive many useful, practical hints. In real downright usefulness it is far superior to the general run of magazine contributions. " The late Sir James Macintosh and the Law Magazine " is a clever, satirical attack on one of Sir James's would-be friends and advocates, who, like most such, has striven hard to throw oh• loquy on his memory. The following sketch o Wordsworth, to which a portrait, tolerahl3 faithful, is attached, is penned in a fair, tern. perate spirit : " No mtn of his generation has been so much praised and abused. He truly prophesied, in his preface to Lyri cal Ballads, that these poems would be enthusiastically admired, or consigned to the uttermost contempt. Not long after their publication, the cackling brood of the Edinburgh reviewers came into existence, and they were determined to cross down Wordsworth. Some local Westmoreland spite actuated Brougham ; and Jeffery was from the beginning, as he will be to the end, a mean and petty creature. Accordingly, the Lyrical Ballads, and all that ever fell from Wordsworth's muse, were decried as the most unmeaning nonsense that ever emanated from the brain of a driveller; and though they fought their way gallantly up in the world, in the teeth of this adverse cri- -..- ticistn, and much more founded upon it (for of hack critics it is true, as of doge, that the filth o f one ac t s as an incen- Live to the filth of another), yet, to the very last of Jef fery's career, Wordsworth was set down as an ass, great as that belaboured by Peter Bell. A criticism even on the Excursion , the greatest didactic poem in our language, commenced with ' This will never do.' " He may now despise the Edinburgh reviewers, and all that to them appertains ; but they had their effect in their day. Even Lord Byron, when attacking the crew in his English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, fell into their slang ; and the strictures which he poured forth so unsparingly on Wordsworth—simple Wordsworth —were taken from the Edinburgh Review. It will be seen, by the edition of his works now editing for Murray, that his Lot dship repented afterwards of his injustice, and described his sarcasms as unfair and illiberal. Without this testi mony, we might have inferred the fact from the circum stance of his having imitated the great Laker in some half dozen of his poems, and transferred some of the most striking passages of him whom, in Don Juan, he stigma titled as mad beyond all hope,' into the most celebrated of his own productions. " The reaction which took place in Lord Byron's mind, has taken place in the mind of the reading populace in ge neral, and people are now good enough to admit that the author of the Sonnets to Liberty, Liodarnia, Dion, the Song in Brougham Castle, the 01,1 Cumberland Beggar, the ' Sweet Highland Girl,' Yarrow Unvisited, the White Doe of Rylstone, and fifty other things, any of which would immortalise an ordinary writer, is something of a poet, to be named in the days which have produced an Alaric Watts or a Robert Montgomery. His fame will increase, and the more steadily the more such productions as the Idiot Boy, and Alice Fell, and all the rest of that tribe of compositions, are forgotten. This he will not believe. Talk to Wordsworth of the Idiot Boy, at which all mankind have laughed, and he will tell you, with a most solemn intonation of voice, and great magniloquence of style, that Charles Fox was most particularly struck with admiration of that very poem, and caution you against committing the rash act of cen suring a production written by such a poet as Wordsworth, and panegyrised by such a critic as Fox. The various other pieces of nonsense which he has published are furnished with sponsors equally famous; and as parents are generally strenuous in defence or patronage of their rickety children, so does the 0 - 70ritl of our poet shine most conspicuously in favour of those compositions, which, to eyes not parental, appear the most deformed and un sightly. Any man of common sense in half an hour would, by blotting a couple of dozen pages from Words worth's works, render them secure from criticism; but these very couple of dozen are the pages which he would most strenously insist on retaining, stunning you with ora tory to prove them the most superb things ever composed. " For the rest, he is a good sturdy Tory, a most ex emplary man in all the relations of life, and a statnp master void of reproach." " My Contemporaries" contains some amusing anecdotes of the most eminent lawyers of the last generation. " Ensign O'Donaghue's First Battle " is a lively tale, in the old Blackwood style of serious banter. THE METROPOLITAN. We quoted on Saturday an extract from the article which heads this number, entitled " Ire land in 1832," and shall therefore here content ourselves with saying that its arguments are very convincing, and forcibly put, especially as regards the necessity for bringing the tithe question to a final settlement. " Chit-chat" is a passable I essay, about every thing and nothing, and, eternity, with neither a beginning nor an e " Effects of the Reform Bill " is sensible , deals too much in generalities. " Election' ing " is a sketchy little tale, in which the chase of an intriguing attorney, and a politician Of fixed principles, are very well hit off'. " ' United States" is too prosing and lengthy, c sidering that it tells us nothing that we did know before. " French Politics" are admiral we subjoin a sketch of Dupin : " Dupin will be Minister ere this is published. M I so all allow, although h e i s thi s moment i n a ki n d of' , He is a singuldr character, Dupla, an ourang-outang i° pearance, and somewhat in charicter. He is lively! lent..d, capricious, unprincipled—that is, ori prine t l more from want of thought and steadiness, than interest or calculation. A blusterer, and yet timid; wis almost the only arrant coward in Paris during great days of July, answering the Journalists who et period asked his advice as deputy, Je ne suis plia pule, lam no longer a deputy.' Then lie is vain, susceptible to such a degree, tli it it is impossible for to tolerate a colleague of talent or influence in the nistry. He could not bear even Perrier for this res And the same feeling makes him repudiate Thiers, thrust upon him by the doctrinaires, and whom he ' tainly should accept, as a man whose rigidity of pries would never be in any man's way, whilst his talents be always serviceable. In short, I think Dupin so 0 1 of the ape, that he must realize that famed old pra t touching the French, uttered by one of their gre il Statesmen. " Dupin enters on the express condition of not In- 4 with for ign affairs, yet external questions are the important ones. No one of any character would NW cepted a nominal Premiership on such condition' Where Dupin will be useful, will be as Minister of tice. It is in this department that the imbecility of present Ministry is most obvious. Some time since chief law officer in La Vendee came up to Paris vol° rily to give an account of the state of the province, 8 1 receive directions in turn for his future conduct. lie' an interview with the garde des sceaux, spent two b‘", with him, and was entertained with a vague declanis tl against the rnouvement. " I remember,' said the officer in question, 'l l ' l been once summoned for a similar purpose to the preF of Napoleon. I spent but half an hour with which time I answered at least a thousand questions. suais ci grosses gouttes, I prespired large drops from speed and point at which he urged and pumped me, 11 1 were. There was not a fact nor an opinion that he not extract from me, and either approve or reprove!, pumpkin, in the hands of Napoleon, would be a 10 : civil officer, than an angel under the orders of M. Bae r " Hungary and her Constitution" furnis h some animated details respecting the distrust fi by Austria towards this portion of her vast do 'lions. The article is evidently the p ro ducti‘ of one who has himself witn e ssed w h a t he o scribes. " Scraps from the Diary of a T ra vell 6 are written, the portions alluding to the A l l especially, in Moore's most poetic man° Altogether the number is one of more sb ° average merit. THE SPORTING MAGAZINE. The numbers for this and the past 00 must be of interest to many not professed spot' men, for how few, even most decided cockfiel are there who do not contrive "some holy' other" to frighten a few birds, and blaze avol , pound or two of powder, in th e b eg i n nies ll September or October ? Let them take " Sporting Magazine" then, and at any rate will pick up technicalities enough to tell t, stories without any very glaring slip, even if 1 ; should not benefit by any of the more recoil discussions upon the pedigree of horses, breeti et s dogs, &c. &c. But, seriously, the article 10 " Canine Lucubrations," in this number , well worth the reading of all young sporto; who are about to purchase and keep dogs, sl contains matters which even old stagers will i ; to read. The " Extracts from an Old Jour% and the " Pedestrian Feats in France,'' amusing enough. Take the following r; dom extracts from different places. That specting the Paris Races sounds droll in land : 1 , " There is a curious circumstanc e c o nnec t e d writ!' ''' Spanish breed of sh ee p, w hi c h may b e wort h men'', here. Edward the Fourth o f E ng l an d, h av i ng e xcite' indignation of the French Mon arc h, by marrying,. Elizabeth Gray, when affianced to B onao f Savoyond" ing to conciliate the alliance of the King o f A rrag ou it him, sent the last Monarch a present of twenty-ei% sheep of the Cottiawold breed, which present nr o i Wdered so valuable that it had the desired effect, and, if vented a bloody war. Thi s anec d o t e i s t o b e f o und'; ; i Life of Richard N ev ill e , t h e stout E ar l of WarwielsO created July 23, 1451, a nd w h o was so success f u lly° i , up with the turbulent politics of his day that he was the King.maker." RACES IN THE CHAMP DE-MARS. 0 4 , " AUGUST 26.—1 n the mornin g o f thi s d ay the vi - oie wore a very unfavourable aspect, notwithstanding i • the races were well attended. 1 4 " About half-past eleven o'clock, to the great ne r iet° nation of the amateurs ands pectators, an order e r o cel front the Prefect of the Department to put off the n )/ and the soldiers (who had arrived to keep the g r- b, filed off. However, about half-pant twelve, the rei n i, ; ing ceased, and there being every p ros p ect o f a fine 1 :0 1 counter-order came, and all was i mme di ate l y blot preparation. The weather continued fine all day. ir , ~T here were four races o f one heat f or t he P 1 dissentient Prizes of 1,200 f. each." THE ASIATIC JOURNAL, AND MONTHLY REGISTER. FOR BRITISH AND F ° INDIA, CHINA, AND AUSTRALASIA. This is, upon the whole, a dull number , c el l making every allowance for the want of illt e e which must attach to many of its articles in 0‘ ' l° eyes of all, not oriental s c holars. The Sti°l( of Mr. Atkinson's translations of the Name!), an heroic poem, by Firdausj, COnsi s A i of 60,000 couplets, compreh en di ng t h e hist°j), the Persian Monarchs for 3,600 years previo° l ) 636, with the sketch of the nature of a celeb il p i Chinese Atlas, will prove most generally inter ing. W e are sorry to perceive that that bl°ol the administration of justice in this countrYfre) accumulation of a large suitors' fund, has sP it tO itself to Calcutta. Und er th e h ea d o f" 145 0 $ Intelligence," we are told, " Th e am ount ° d i° funds in the General Treasury, belongi ° s lo l suitors of the Sup reme C our t, on the 3 1 or December, 1831, was 9,784,191 rupee s ' nearly one million sterling." FAMILY CLASSICAL LIBRARY. X ° ';o‘ Forms the first volume of Potter's cleve r ; over -rated translation of Euripid e s. f iPe of to his original, unaccompanied, however, by efil, display of w r ath or p ass i on , i s th e c hief ° li bel that Potter poss e sses. Hi s t rans l a ti o ns n s found serviceable to those who are entering " 0 0 course of Greek dramatic reading. The v °l l , l) r ief contains a fine head of Euripides, and a " memoir. COURT GA ZINE ti wo Is this month liberally embellished with p e fr striking portraits ; one of the Queen of the jor , glans, in her wedding d ress; th e o ther, of the IN AO I chiones,3 of Sligo. The Queen is a very gr 3c 'io little sketch ; the M a r c hi oness remarkable Breit