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your to place the Government in the hands of a ruany
of some honesty, patriotism, and ability. Such a mne,
uniting Moldavia and Wallachia into one State, won! 1
in five years have rendered them wealthy enough to de-
fend their interests against intrigue, and strong enou';
to resist invasion. That, after all, is the territori:d
barrier to which we must look to Oppose the incursio: s
of Russia on Turkey in Europe, and the Porte or its
allies can adopt no more effectual ra,!42.1.'s of defence for
Turkey than to give the principalities a. Fital interest in
the preservation of its independence.

LITERATUBB.

The Newcomes. No. XXI. By W. M. Thackera;-.
Another instalment of " The Newcomes" wilt
bring its readers within a month from the time of its
completion, by that double number which com-
prises not only the concluding chapters of the serial
novels of our day, but with those chapters gives us
also, in a bunch together, frontispiece, title-page,
preface, index, and dedication. Although we hal e
arrived at so brief a distance from the inevitable ' -
end of Mr. Thackeray's last magnum opus, we
must still acknowledge ourselves altogether at ftril6
as to any reasonable conjectures about the demote-
ment. We cannot call to mind any fiction in wbicit
the ultimate fate of the principal character is more
completely hidden, not only from view, but from
the mere possibility of anticipation. After reading
twenty-one numbers of the work, we approach tit (+
to the secretly
close of the second volume without the faintest n( •
blended, but apparently
tion of what may be the purpose of the 'novelist as
well, that the destinies of his hero and
heroine We know per-
fectlypresentsevered,
month
of June must bring us numberY of,
and that
four or five weeks afterwards xxllll.* twill be
this. dis
cleared up in regard to the domesticeveryt
home
fortunes of Clive and Ethel, thr f4e...and.
of numbers xxiii. and xxiv thenough Vli.e7inediumd
from the press together. Yet we
to. be issue
for the life of us venture upon an Liahni not ev,en now
ng like a rea-
sonable guess, aguessfounded, thaytis
premises, as to the intentions of Mr.,Turatelkrational ik
regard to the husband of Rosey, and th eray in
betrothed of the Marquis of Farintosh. iveh once-
we must needs bide our time patiently with
hrethor
rest of the world—pronouncing while w do —e so our'
admiration for the consummate skill by which,
the most natural manner possible, the romanciri
has baffled the efforts of those most accustomed, by profession as critics, to unravel the involu-
tions taken by the most tangled thread of the
most intricately-elaborated narratives—with a view
to the discovery somewhere in the mazes of the
plot of the clue by which we might, in anticipation,
have followed its windings, until they had con-
ducted us prematurely into the heart of the
labyrinth.
A very considerable advance has been here made
by our author in the development of his story of
The Newcomes, as may be readily understood after
the enumeration of the following circumstances:—
circumstances related in the four chapters now
offered to our examination. It will be found from
the present number that nosey has presented a
little son to Clive ; that the Bundlecund Bank is at
last seriously rumoured to be in jeopardy ; that
Fred Bayham comes out rather magnificently as a
mob-orator ; that the hero and heroine meet one
fine morning at old Mrs. Mason's ; that Sir Barnes
is ignominiously rejected (after a severe contest) by
his quondam constituency—his fortunate rival, the
chosen colleague of Mr. Bunce in the representa-
tion of the borough of Newcome, being no other
than our dear old paragon the Colonel. The in-
cident of the number, however, has yet to
be mentioned. The reconciliation, that is, of
Clive and his father after a miserable interval
of estrangement. During all which interval
they have scarcely dared to speak to each
other—both of them growing, meanwhile, at
heart, and at last, in appearance, more and more
distressed at the other's wretchedness. Their re-
conciliation is effected this wise :—the Colonel,
hipp'd and lonely, is smoking his cheroot sorrow-
fully late one night before an expiring fire at his
Inn in Newcome—on the table at his elbow a glass
of cold negus and the ashes of his tobacco—think-
ing in his sadness that his cup must be wellnigh at
the dregs. When Clive, candle in hand, comes into
the sitting-room, and both start—each seeing in the
other's face a look so very sad, and worn, and pale.
" God bless me, my boy," cries the Colonel, "how
ill you look ! come and warm yourself—look, the
fire's out ! Have something, Clive ?" " For
months past," says the narrator, " they had not
had really a kind word. The tender old voice
smote upon Clive, and he burst into sudden tears.
They rained upon his father's trembling old brown
hand as he stooped down and kissed it. You look
very ill, too, father,' says Clive. Ill? Not I!'
cries the father, still keeping the boy's hand
under both his own on the mantelpiece. Such
a battered old fellow as I am has a right to
look the worse for wear ; but you, boy, why do you
look so pale ? "I have seen a ghost, father,' Clive
answered. Thomas, however, looked alaryied and
inquisitive as though the boy was wandering in his
mind. The ghost of my youth, father, the ghost
of my happiness, and the best days f my life,'
groaned out the ,young man. I saw Ethel to-
day.' " And so they pour out their hearts to each.
other, with all their secret burthen of regrets and
unuttered sympathies. Till Clive, speaking of
Ethel and his destiny, cries out—" There was my
Fate. Praise he to Allah. It is over." And the
old man, in anguish, wrings the hand of his son
and says " Mashallah ! Clive, my boy—What is
done is done." And so we leave them again, those
manly and gentle hearts—father and son—united.
as of old—when they part for the night at the
doors of their adjoining bedrooms. Every word in
this scene—simple and true throughout—brims our
eyes with a pathos exquisitely beautiful. But
the humorous in its turn is not wanting withal
in the present number of The Newcomes.
For example—when in the postscript of a letter
from Ethel to Laura, the former writes, by the
way, "They have put up a dreadful caricature of
B. in Newcome : and my brother says he did it,
but I hope not"—Arthur Pendennis, laying down
the letter (which he is reading) exclaims in amaze-
ment, "He says he did it ! Barnes Newcoine
would hardly caricature himself, my dear." "He
often means—means Clive—l think," says Mrs.
Pendennis, in an off-hand manner. " 0 ! be means
Clive, does he, Laura ?" " Yes--and you mean
goose, Mr. Pendennis !" that saucy lady replies.
There, indeed, lies the secret of our bewilderment
as to the denouement--the love
being the same as •
of old with Ethel and Clive, so that the only escape
for them both seems to be through the fortunate
accident of little Rosey's deat'a some day ! How-
ever, let us leave the happiness of both, with impli-
cit credence, in the hands of Mr. Thackeray—
looking forward yet, through good and evil, to
some joyful close to The Newcomes.

BATH AND WEST OF ENGLAND AGRICULTURAL SO-
CIETY.—TIVERTON, Tuesday.--The exhibition of this
association opened with the trial of implements, which
commenced on Monday and terminated this evening.
There are more implements exhibited this year than on
any former occasion. The trial of the ploughs on tho
light and heavy lands was as successful, as the weather
(which was exceedingly wet) would permit. The implt-
meat yard will be opened to the public to-morrow, and
so also will the cattle yard, which is well stocked with
prime cattle from the western counties.
THE PENSIONS OF THE ROYAL FAMILY.—The finance
accounts, just published, gives the following as the "an-
nuities" of various Royal personages charged on the
Consolidated Fund of the United Kingdom, viz :—That
of the Duchess of Gloucester, 16,0001. ; the King of the
Belgians, 50,000/. ; the Duchess of Kent, 30,000/. ;
Prince Albert, 30,000/. ; the Duke of Cambridge,
12,0001. ; Princess Mary of Cambridge, 3,0001. ;the
Dowager Duchess of Cambridge, 6,0001. ; and the Prin-
cess Augusta of Cambridge, Duchess of Mecklenburg
Strelitz, 3,0001.
DOVER SAILORS' Holt-B.—The foundation-stone of an
appropriate building destined as an asylum for sailors,
o ri.
was laid yesterday at Dover by the Right Hon. E. Bou.
verie, MP.; Vice-president of the Board of Trade. The
ceremony, which was well attended by influential per-
sons in the locality, went off very satisfactorily. Mr.
Bouverie took the opportunity of remiatr.okibneg upon
great dangers to which sailors are exposed on shore, and
thei
ngo
alluded to the value of such institutions as this in coun-
teracting them. In the report of the directors
yat i l
l erected
mention
theexertionsTohf a the i l
dRi
ne vg.
W.
aTnis made
awftroine-egthho of
theirld
it i t
freehold,
of the amount required for its, presented by the Harbour Commissioners.
erection have
been obtained, and the directors appeal b
to the pulic to
make up the remainder. A bazaarfor the sale of ladies'
useful and ornamental work in aid of the funds now
be held in the autumn.
raising for building the homee will
The Duchess of Norfolkriaabountess Cowper, Countess of
ius nc
ot ens:
Viscountess Chelsea Dowa;terClTo
Hard wicke, Countess
Viscountess
WToirnreihnegltsoean:
with many others, 'hay
patronesses of the ba e kindly consented to become
zaar.
FUNERAL o J
Ir ortx BR
this once celebrated°OME.--The mortal remains of
.member. of the sporting world were
yesterday deposited in their final resting place at Nor-
wood Cemetery. T' ne melancholycortege moved from St.
two o'clock, the friends of
Martin's-lane at
assembling in large numbers ; some well-known gentle-
men from his native town of Birmingham; Messrs. Wat-
ling and Ellis, of London ; sporting gentlemen from
Leicester, and many of the provincial towns were in the
procession. Connected with his early profession might
be seen Ward, Caunt, Richard Cain, Dismore, Harry
Adams, &c., and as the coffin was lowered into its final
resting place, there were not many dry eyes for one
who in life had many friends, and whose abrupt and
mournful departure disarmed all prejudices and created
an intense feeling. He rests in the ground purchased
by his brother (Henry Broome), whose manly sorry
, awoke deep sympathy; it is opposite the tomb of tl-e
late Toni Spring, who was the first to recognise the'
qualities of the deceased, A monument,
. ring and
high . worthy of his
character in the ring and social _ ~ .
quantum, was unani
mously resolved upon,