The Express.
London, England, 1858-05-27 00:00:00

LONDON, THITRBDAY EVENING, MAY 27, 1868.

his West Indian property, where he is poisoned 1
leaving Sophia his estates. Meanwhile Arthur
returns to London, has an interview with his count
Sophia, who teaches him what injustice he did tc
his brother William, and sets off to the West India
to punish his brother's murderers. While there he
writes to break off his engagement with Flames I
Hanford, but the letter to that effect is neves 1
bar,
I
sent, as Sophia Corbet sends him word that the
Horsfords ha log all their money, and that Ifs must
return and Florence. Arthur Writes to t4l
mother for .porpose he returns to &gland, and
the shock leer, bet the marriage takes place,
and Arthur ' wife travel on the Continent ;
and when, 'Bb"ni, they return to
England, live in 1.m.0-44 great grief of
Sophia, however, they are wry -little at, Meclungton.
and she thinks Arthur especially estranged. Blasi
I neglected, she imagines it would do her good to go
out to the West Indies and reside on her estate.,
There she learns what she had begun to suspect in
England, how sad is Arthur's domestic lot, what
disgrace his wife brought upon his name; and some
years after, when Florence has long been dead, is
act surprised when a spare bronzed stranger—in
ether words Arthur himself—appears, and bears her
, home, to be at length, and after so many improba-
Widen Mrs. Arthur Rawdon, of Heckingten. From
this mullhe the reader will see that Mrs. Gore treats
of ilesidosable life. The picture she draws is not a
tattering owe. Sophia Corbin is at Most the only
liveable Ammeter in the three volumes. Mn. Hon-
fed is a heartless, intriguing woman of the world.
Rev ice Bob obtains a secretaryship, for which " he
was about as fit as one of his father's coach-hones."
We have a Lord and Lady Brookdale; but they
"are inoffensive, well-bred le, pumiced down
peop
to the superficial polish of` a- conventional life;
thinking, feeling, as well as talking in a whisper;
shocked and distressed at hearing of things that
would scarcely have disturbed the serenity of a fly,
and behaving the country to be in danger whenever
a few score of grimy malcontents assembled in some
(Amon borough to pass a vote of censure upon
government." Mrs. Oore, in a quiet way, sadly
satirises the Upper Ten Thousand, and makes
out a very fair case in favour of admirals
-
native reform. If we may believe Mrs. Gore, all
the wisdom and patriotism of the nation is not cen-
tered in Downing-street ; and the women of the set
are many of them worse than the men. If Mrs.
Gore is to be taken as an authority, the conversation
at great houses Is not grapseerninently brilliant. We
quote her acecraut el

• ST•1211/1•11.11 SOXIDAT DIJINIA.
*. I with I had *a am alifyiss as you do,"
sad Lady Armeteth, while her cabs with Min
earns, she Sunday ..akin, slow the of fib Jeassfe
.essithis dimmers." " let whoa I need to none our Clon-
ing' melekbeate of balm sthp,—esathato ma* Poing
~thee. the dienry,—l mostav did ant wiped to
end, is Isaias • tete/ se ee listenes, • sad ajargom quite
se isetakel. lon ninny thud Y wthe, after promise for
ma beer, a e lag did kailey sheet Ptiday's debate, they
tera bno with • math ef emelefes stheetority, wed simper
tathentediesly, ' I an nib shalt all this Is art very
eraeathi er ledythirit=•—thefathap I"
Bet eseWt ' peer ' entrive hi awl aesmenset
la their nevenstioa r Tlay,—takkri tbationiaimeithew
emp frenbst laataid beet 'twos add is
vim yea weenisd, tin Sir Jeers Armand was ate of the
line was is the HOMO ef fbanses, sad any te time to the
ihreao2L_e I. the eises—widdi nee mho you very proud."
.1 setthhearbseekniese They, en apt to view
sad ihmethth &sem Hemmer, ay
Intolengemigedesikeegt edita =beiwooelorhet
ear ere."
"N• eat Motheishire !" soulaksed Mies
Oath*
“Thish:tingthe it asp my worst of these Wins old aim
who abed here eadar. That pane of bone sad typo of .
sdYfi who eat by yes, Barton Frets seseeth, polished,
sad emiatsreabg as • billiard ball !), le ssy inensth's bosom
M
iosk mud of awn asy Ida wows &maw for the Int
Wog Few b• boa inn with kb eats es • dank, waft,
mite. wellies what snap is.. to reed,—ay hashed toth
Ida • valudie " senate of the savaila. Irian ass to
Seat him with Ma Mead arlaiselsa.
g
"II
lam
Wm wry gestiotarsl talclaurobseroh
ri Isadore& • irl et my ego," plaid Mks
.111 the very Islas he thins width neepastes ne,"
trial Lady Arawind, "lathing to on about the
opus or peth, with his theeshi evidently • thousand thin
hit eyes brides ins men yoth—jest I. of,
shad
lake a dal out of his podia, and Smiths It to pactf would
ebildt—" y •

."Nie are both of us Marta to Ida," regoilsol Tiny, foe-
gettMg that the bald-heeded Treseury man was the °mum-
rrary of Sir James.
•• I don't think sere has much to do with it," rejoined
Amy, with Mary agh. " But it makes my heart ache to
think that eilldol madam may is time wear down my hus-
band to the mos asehanical insipidity. In town, he is not
He am nay Ural to be at Clevalsnds. Alas, .1.., if he
should emir grew SI grist • bore as the rest of his prosy col-
-1-1110 how they all defer to hie opinion."
" They ha is fifty time. se clever. His oat-
venation is rot mit up ti apatchwork et kite-books ; nor
sderes int keter, liggjartea tart hag hla bar
hatgallants lb brsakula nabs, the Ulna of the rat
atur bat sant ski It It swelna to ass s ors
astrlsr Ifs insis triaradlog spa parks. Alta
armsful; iy in pallsasn sae istrisas ss no Dark
Charter, or ffasairy mak It it ressassn
to tree that up as a a dims taiga"
" Ila due at N weft i. talked a but
at la Iriarerble• Ira Mang, sr nig it is marl
sal
=Ph; trald "
dlacuss snag themselves their debates
dbiliser_

" Thee dry bete .o beim, to merry :" matted Lady
Asuotria, la ague tem. "To own the troth,
Tiny, the deem m mer
it dada with Add tile bp
that I led met wy heed to dm Ganda bathe; sad
Si, Jame Indwarlate. aankss, dm the emits is to
but
tin diremeher, whin k he tee Me Ise the Balm
Think of devotes oe In Louise di depdaiber
" But mod et Jame remit le boa dl do dots of the
etteiont _

-7i7; the lut day. He is wonted. The breed prowl.
upon hum All winter, too, we awl be be town ; I, who se
tonged tor • curetted be Bane I"
You will means h in *ne" add KW Corbel who,
though Kee yearn younger the. her *lnd, weld sot yet
leek urea estreed-twenty ea the dense of life.
" Tee, in mat take Winse—the lest thing the
liken te tan I with you weld have ma the hose el Ms.
Werwitic end Lay Dreekdale (Annieed's sieters), when I
add the °t day en I wined with ap ay heart the
=ad ben es the carmen wenn, dor that
would Wen ne b ent th is for ay M ind to be
oat c_15000." _ _

--"idawZythrY
of Twir. o• radeallag that you wished
it only le wore Ids employ."
Net they—they are wanes who amides Mick sad
sever forgive. They wen eery Wears a chomp of ad-
Wary would effect their own leaves awl fishes. Min. War-
wick le wife to the Doe of C--. who le lecklefil:
bishopric ; and Lord Breekdede IMO a plate la the
hold."

Easton and its InAaiitants, though a story isms
volume, is none the wone for that, and is somewhat
in Mrs. Gore's style. The author leaves on the
mind of the reader just the same disagreeable im-
pression as to the miserable and barren lives of lords
and ladies as is produced by that popular describer
of fashionable life. The writer is familiar with all
the dreariness of a country town, and its absurd
ideas as to whom you may vusit and whom you may
not; and if she does not give es—we assume it is a
lady's book wear. criticising—a very high opinion of
the way in which retired spinsters and country
gentlemen peas their time, we fear that the fault
not hers, and that the truth of the picture may not
be questioned.
The opening chapter of For and ilysiiist is the
worst part of Miss Wilbraham's historical novel in
two volumes. At this time it requires some moral
courage to cut the leaves of a tale which commences
as follows : " Towards the close of a bleak January
day, in the year of grace 1435, a small part4o:
horsemen& rode slowly acmes the brow of a
hll ens of the range which divides Staffordshire
from Cheshire." Lest the reader be deterred, how-
ever, we may add that the civil wars between the
Houses of York and Laacistar are hare mixed ep
with the mood amount of love, and ramanos, and
ashrolagiud sad bistriad lore. The writer is no
maim ; as egaslii wording to her, were
the skims of York eel Lentootar that Moist and
honourable man mold Nan* bolds to whisk fair
allegiance was due. We have thin (ea ales an
each aids, sod evidently, is the lest a 7 dato author's
ability and information, a fir picture of a deeply
interesting time.
After all, high art is not popular—whither we

of it with regard to painting or fiction.
ydonk might have done well had he given up
punting pictures which no one would (buy. The
common events of common life never tire. The
Smiths are a large family, and we all feel interested
in them. Hence is it that Likes and Dislikee seems
to In a very readable sort of book. The author,
'however et gailty of a gedd'deal of description of a
ematinenial tour, which reads like extiacts• from a

11 the Odd 'Cllrojtdant is an odd title. The heroine
gees to school at Paris, but before she does so re-
(wives an intimation of a nature, which our fair
readers will readily divine, from a Mr. Beaumont,
drat next day he will call upon papa; but he, poor
lover, never calls, and for weeks he lied at death's doer.
Mosawhile Ellen goes to Paris and wonders, till she
bosom thin and pale, what has become of Mr.
Beenniout, who is made miserable by being told that
she was not so faithful as he deemed. The
edd esnfklant is an old bachelor friend of Ellen's
lam, who removes all the little mistinderitandt
ryeby which so long the current of their.
love had been hindered from running smooth.
The fault of Mr. Thuretan is that he has no con-
fidant. We scam know what to make of The I
Paseisteetio Pilgrim. The writing display, power,
hat It meats eaties. It seems a chapter from the li
tyeridas of a File. De Quincy seems to have beta
atrtis+a medal la the attempt to giro a *-
taro of thie seesselos If love In the- heart, !yaw
than of the eiresumstanees and aims of passim.
" The bursa heart," sop Luther, "is like a
mill-
stone : if it has nothing to grind, it will grind
itself." But is it wise to let it do so? Or why bid
the public stop and look ?
The last book on the list is not the worst.
For real household painting, for a real interior,
commend us to Berthold Auerbach. Christian
Gellert and other Sketches are very slight ;
they are scarce elaborated into tales, bat they
abound in pathos, and have an inexpressible
charm. We read of the good pastor whose simple
strains stilled the discontented heart—of the way in
which the baker's son wooed and won the daughter
of the rich old heathen, Mr Goldstumpf, of Freiburg ;
and then we have a few gleanings from a memoran-
dum-book, or rather what in old times we might
call quaint conceits, such as we trust may long cir-
culate in the fatherland, and which will bear trans-
planting into English soil. Let as add that the
bookbinder, and printer, and engraver, have all
done their best to make the book as attractive as its
contents.

?wand Lies ordmia.l and Maws Boras. By CZA/ILIIII
Doti Tomos, Author of "A History of Ragland."
Chyme sad Hall.

Mr. Yong. hu drawn up four biographies, with
which we can find no fault; but In his design to amps serails'
lives, after the manner of Plutarch, we think ha bra Niel TM
parallels aro Epamboadas and Philip of kleeedwa, Geolnetie
Adolphus sad Frederick the Great. Of comma thin sea in
the Was of snob points of maanblance ; but dr atingt only
to sas thus, and to shut oases eyes to the dlssasis, b more
lagadoas dra enceseeful. We admit that ohs 1W of what
ray be caned oorparatirt history is still dread nisasbad,
sad that it is beat rueful sad =terrain to bring aura
sad soden dun aadaadoulatojutaposition. Bat tide la
tot to bedew simply by halludad Pittard, but by wildie
paralhis armed Wary. • writer who limits himself
to a couple of biographies labors ruder disadvsatagu He
who writes of warrior should amps his hero with other
warrias. The sraraisa la Piss arsaar Auld b au-
traded with others of Ms stem. Weients mat rearober
that oar range Is wider than that of the sulfate.

Erne, by the UM George Brimley, M.A., Likewise of
Trinity College, Cambridge. Edited by William George
Clark, M.A. Cambridge Mamodliazt end Co.
_ .

In the short intred;otion prefixed to this volume,
it is mime of Mr. Ilemley, " I bellow kw•ares ea mumually
good ram, wham goodems was not aleays *ambient to the
ordinary observer, bat who was intrinsically faithful, true,
brave, sod aisotionate. His death is really a tom to literature.
He wee certainly, u it appears:l to me, one of the liewit mitka
of the prime day." This is high praise, and borne out by the
volume before es. The principal assay republished is that
on Teenyme, whisk at the time of its appearance wee con-
sidered a remarks* anoosseful elbet. The remaining essays
are worthy of Wise pieced by its aide. It is true that, after all,
this volume is bet a small result of a life of learned leisure ;
but Mr. Clerk Mlle as that Mr. Molloy's " feebleness for-
beds hire to attempt any work of scope and difficulty oorre-
'poodle( to hie mental powers." Mr. Healey was fortunate
in his literary Made, and they ram prise this slight me-
morial.