The Express.
London, England, 1858-02-06 00:00:00

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Having refreshed himself, he dlied.f;tl: Into the long
=space whose the daily market was held, sad sun-
der Moe, wide-spreading plane-trete which Milton
planted, and among the altars and statues which had grown
up with them and the growing greatness of the republic.
His motions plainly indicated that he was in search of some-
body or something; and as he approached the various quar-
ters of the market which were devoted to the sale of parti-
cular articles, he was welcomed everywhere by a chorus of
eager voices soliciting him to Mate, inspect, or buy. Thus,
he had hardly entered the crowd when he was stunned by
an explosive shout of—
" Onions I colons! buy onions. Excellent sweet onions.
Here you are, my lord."
" Yes, indeed ; and I wish I were anywhere else," said
Theramenes, with an oath, an an odoriferous bundle was
thrust within an inch of his nose. So he clapped his fingers
he that sensitive organ, and fled into a crowd of house-
lintakende--if the term be admissible in default of house-
wine—sauntering along among the crockery-stalls in search
of pots and pens, and mournful-looking personages selecting
vases and Musa of terra-cotta, to bury with their friends.
" Aay ptpkina, sir?" inquired a brisk little tradesman.
"Pi r exclaimed his next neighbour; see'st thou
not that my lord is labouring under inconsolable *Motion P
Allow me to recommend to thee this elegant hydria. How
most such • gift be to the dead and the vendor
Ctvedda sympathetic sigh, which seemed to come from the
pit of his stomach.
D—n the dead" growled Therm/ems, as he escaped
a the myrtle stalls.
,lariere, here, mister:" scrammed • shrill female voice.
" I know what you're running after. Here's • beauty !"
and ahe held up to him a busby myrtle crown.
Theramenee shook his head it was another sort of crown
he wanted.

—"-iiTioVranta sanasges d la Alcibiades? let him hire sae ?" I
" Who wants mullets n la Salamis ? kt him hire ere I"
" Who wants salads, sweet as cheesecakes? let him hire
we !" shouted three lusty cooks in ons breath, from behind
parapet of saucepans, stewpana, and every kind of pans.
With a vigorous charge, Theramenes took the parapet by
storm, but found he had only jumped from the frying-pan
into the fire, for a sneaking-looking rascal of a slave-dealer
glided up to him, and whispered in his ear—
Look, look, my lord What think'st of that? I know
Theramenes loves a plump cheek, and here's one after his
own heart;" and he pointed to the round form of a captive
girl, the child of some Peloponnesian lady,whom the cruisers
had carried off from her home.
" A perfect Rebel a perfect Bibs !" mid Thersmenes, ea
he bustled away.
" Now for Msza 1 Now for Hasa!" sung • chorea of
bakers, end Theramenes squeezed with difficulty by the
wicker booths of the bread-sellers.

" Excellent growth, sir I beautiful Tinter, sir l" said a
wine-merchant, with a huge senspl•-akla tucked under his
arm. " Let me recommend this Chian. It in the mum ef
summer sunbeams." Theramenee extracted himself bon
the poetioal huckster, and harried on.
" Would my lord be persuaded to anent his graceful looks
with one of my unguents?" smirked an obsequious mer,
who looked as though he were made of the stuff he perfusold.
" Here's Nardinum, and Metopium, Amarscintun. Here's
Cyrinum, Jeinninum, Susinum. Here's Megalettium, Me-
do= and Crocus oil—beautiful Crocus oil, inimitable
Crocus oil—Not Then try my Dupe mats. Hue's—"
" Here's my man," chuckled Theramesten to himself, as
the portly form of Thrasybulas protruded itself from a hair-
drawer's hard-by.
"Any money to-day, Them:penes?' whispered the
banker, rising from the table where he wag counting and
weighing his drachmas, and catching his victim's robe as he
hurried past. " Interest only twenty per cent."
" Another time, most generous Chrywitenes," said Thera-
room, with a quiet end polite wave of his hand, " Boalnees
pro"

"Charmione" may be read by men of the world,
who have lost a little of their college Greek, with
infinite advantage.

77ea History of Court Pools. By Dr. DORAN.
London : Richard Bentley.
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Dr. ]loran's books are to be read, not criticised..
They all bear great traces of research, industry, and,
we must honestly add, bookmaking ; and contain
much laborious trifling, much instructive matter,
and much pleasant reading. This last book of
the doctor's seems principally founded on the
" Oeshichte der Hof Barren," a book, we imagine,
more ads_ pted to the German than the English
palate. We confess to being of the opinion of Sydney
Smith, who maintained that there is more
and better wit now than there was in the time of
the ancients. We have seen smarter epigrams than
Martial's, and have read in Punch jokes equal to
anything in Athenimis or Apuleius, still, inasmuch
as 'Dr. Doran gives us a glimpse of a life that is past,
we thank him for his picture. The history of human
folly is a subject too gigantic for any single pen. We
must be content with sections, and Dr. Doran has
done his part after his wont. We would only add
one query—How is it that under the head of
" Princes who have been their own Fools " we have
only ten pages?
On Beauty : Three Discourses delivered in the Uni-
versity of Edinburgh. With an Exposition of the
Beautiful according to Plato. B JOHN STUART
Buena,uen Professor of Greek in the University of
Edinburgh. Edinburgh: Sutherland and Knox.
Next to killing a lie, perhaps the greatest diffi-
culty in this world is in establishing a truth. The
true doctrine of the Beautiful, uttered by Socrates
on the banks of the Ilissus—preserved in the subtle
dialogues of Plato—had almost died out from among
men. The stern protestantiam of England and Scot-
land, especially in the latter country, saw in all art
remains of popery, and abhorred it u an unclean
thing; and as our philosophers—each as Locks, and
Alison, and Jeffery—robbed beauty of all its
divinity, what wonder is it that it was sacrificed to
the sordid worship of Mammon ? In earnest and elo-
quent language Professor Blackie claims for beauty
the homage of the world. In these lectures he attempts
a philosophical analysis and scientific classifica-
tion of the main elements of the beautiful in nature
and art, and shows that its foundations are laid deep
in the human mind. "If there be one subject more
than another beyond the strict line of his techni-
cal teaching which a professor of Greek learning is
bound to understand, that subject is Beauty," writes
Professor Blackie ; and to the dismission of his fa-
vourite theme our author brings a vast store of
knowledge, a habit of logical thinking, a rare feli-
city of utterance, and a mind sympathetic with
beauty In its every form. That the professor can
be chatty and amusing as well as eloquent and phi-
losophiesl, is clear from the following extract, which
we make—let us hope they will appreciate our at-
tention—solely for the benefit of the ladies :

NOW LADIES !MOULD DREEP THEIR HAIR.
IR heir and in Inir-dressing also, there has a great ektment
of , which few woolen are so stupid as not to know how
towagrzevetti La
to dies of a quiet disposition tad a calm
maw, ylf the gentlemen of their sex they can
add • sedate dignity, having also a good forehead and
reale, should dress their hair very simply with a smooth un-
adorned braiding, for thus the pure statuesque character of
their beauty will come forth with a more undisturbed totality ;
W symerany of form, combined with a chaste serenity of
logneeks and • (nodal dignity of gait, will exercise an
easy sway over all beholders. On the other hand, females
of pat vivacity of spirits, and mobility of explosion, should
IMO* hair now loose in free curls or eaglets ; the flashing