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A Statement and Comparison. of the Supplies and Prices of
Fat Stock exhibited and sold in Smithfield Cattle Market,
on Monday, June SO, 1851, and this day, Monday, June
28, 1t52.

ELIOT WARBURTON.

Snatched from the world by en appelling disaster,
Eliot Warburten has left behind aim the cf
an amiable and accomplishsd gentleman, the reputa-
tion of an intelligent annotator, and the fame of tee
•
most delightful of all our oriental travellers. As a
writer of fiction we cannot but reglad his popularity
as peculiarly characterised by evanescence. As a
biographer he will long be remembered for that col-
lation of manuscripts relating to one of the most
chivalrous, as it was alto one of the most momentous
epochs in our history, which has rendered luminous
incident: hitherto blackened by prejudice, and which
indi°ated the nobler traits of a charecter until then
darkened by calumny or ehrouded by misre-
presentation. As a delineator of life and
scenery in the Etet he must. always be recognised
as a writer cited e-ith peceliarithis uerivalli d in their
combiention. With a keen perception of the,
humorous, he united a winning and graceful sensia
hikes. lie wandered through tho landscapes of Asia
Minor with the heart of a poet, and with the eye of a
sportsman. His descriptions were thus eniinenrely,
matter-of-fact in their precision and exactitude, tAlr,
the driest of their details were colOur6l by tee vivi-
fying glow of his imagination. The ground traversed
by Warburton was marked out like a chart in his
narrative with all the minuteness of Mercator, but it
ryes sulfated at the same time with all the diaphonous
atmosphere and exquisite dyes of Lorraine. It was
a peculiarly happy thought, therefore, which an-
nounced upon the title-page of his earliest composi-
tion, that Romance and Reality were therein the
contrasting themes depicted together. A- better
guide-book, or one calculated to prove more
practically useful on emergency, was ' :nu-
doubtedly never penned than the very voluine
which surpassed all others in its homage for the sub
lime and its love for the beautiful in those lands
abounding with sublime and beautiful associations.
With the remembrance of his few but estimable con-
tributions to the literature of our time, there is now
blended the recollection of his abrupt and terrible
disappearance—deepening interest into curiosity and
investing his name with an almost painful fascination.
Eliot B. G. Warburton, born in 1811 at Aughrim,
County Galway, was the eldest son ef
.Major George
Warburton, formerly Inspector General of Constabu-
lary in Ireland, by Anna, sister of Colonel Acton of
Westaston, M.P. for the county of .Wicklow. De-
scended- originally from the old Cheshire house of
Warburton of Warburton and Arley, the Warburtons
of Aughrina were derived from a branch of the family
settled in the Queen's County, and known as the,
Warburtons of Gerryhinch. Heir to a considerable
property in the sister island, the future novelist and
traveller had the path smoothed before him to that
career of competence which, as with all men of a
genuine nature or an earnest temperament, stimu-
lated instead of enervating his faculties. His scho-
lastic education appears to have been completed at
the University of Cambridge. Subsequently, in the
course of his travels, the ambition to describe to
others the loveliness of that earth he himself so:pe-
culiarly and sensitively appreciated, more than any
idle solicitude to obtain some momentary repute as a
man of letters, induced Warburton to venture, in
print, upon the story of his peregrinations. In
consequence of this resolution The Crescent and the
Cross made its appearance in 1845, in two small
volumes, recounting, according to their second title,
the "Romance and Realities of Eastern Travel,"
and extending the scene of their narrative over
Egypt and Palestine, into the Grecian sea and the
Nubian wilderness, through the ports of the Levant
end the streets of Constantinople, The success of
the work was almost instantaneous. Its popularity
grew up in a night like the bean-stalk of Jack in the
nursery tale, but not one solitary axe of criticism has
since then been raised to fell it even by the most cap-
tious of that class regarded by some as nothing better
than a group of atrabilious curneudgeons—the re-
viewers upon the different periodicals. What was yet
more delightful in this resemblance than even the
accordant approbation of the press—the narrative
conducted the reader into countries as'strange and
marvellous as the giant region of the bean-stalk. It
was a Jacob's ladder, leading us up from the floor of
our library in England to the ruins, and the tombs,
and the deserts, and the consecrated places of Holy-
land. "Eiithen" has alone, among all the other
works descriptive of the oriental wanderings of
Englishmen, displayed any comparable vividness in
the manner of delineation. Perhaps in some respects
"Esthen," in regard to the simple quality of vivid-
ness, surpasses even the " Crescent and the Cross," in
spite of its wonderfully natural and picturesque luci-
dity. But in several other particulars the "Crescent
and the Cross" has a manifest and marvellous advan-
tage over the brilliant and ornate pages of " E 5 then."
Warburton was no scoffer. Humorous though he is
very frequently, his merriment is always " in place"
—be never startles you by a jest in Bethlehem, or
violates all those emotions you adore as divine, by a
saucy sarcasm or a sardonic drollery uttered in the
most sacred localities of Jerusalem--uttered, more-
over, with the impertinence of a coxcomb and the
gravity of a philosopher. Instead of this, Warbur-
ton seems, in the very manner of his description, on
entering Palestine, to " tread lightly," as though
conscious in his heart that it was "holy ground."
Throughout this portion of his narrative he evidences
a reverential feeling of awe, if he fails to rice always
in tone to the exaltation of religious enthusiasm. Ac •
company him where we will, to the moonlit avenues of
Cairo, or to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, or to
that island of Philce "up the Nile which 'appears to be
almost the realization of a day-dream
" A little lawny islet
By anemone and vi'let
Like mosaic payee._
orlo the griai and awful heart of the everlasting py-
ramid—it is alteays the warm heart of a man of
genial nature beating in the bosom of your guide, not
the`frigid and bloodless organ of the cynic, Out of
an insensible appreciation of' this comes the sympathy
awakened almost unconsciously between the author
and his reader in the course of this bewitching com-
position—a sympathy so complete that the casual
mention of his illness comes like a sorrow to you,
as though you had a personal friend in this' unknown
traveller. Unlike Kinglake, who is original
rather than winning, and surprises you into
applause while he fails 'to awaken, fore one
instant the more grateful sentiment of admi-
ration--Varburton charms by his gentleness
as much as he enlivens by his vivacity, throwing at
the- same time over the whole record of his journey-
ing the attractive • influence of • his- intelligent
animation and of a singularly' 'sweet and
companionable temperament. Towards the con-
clusion of this very testimony Of these amiable traits
in his Character, he candidly confesses' his diiitaste for
the scoffing spirit pow-a-days unfortunately too pre•
valent among our fellow-countrymen, who," whether
on the mountain of Pereassus, or in the valley of
JeltoSh4liat, seem," aays he (chap.. 31) ,t! to think
that everything is unreal except themselves and their
sandwiches :" adding—" this is the very triumph of
objectivity." With a nervous system, whose every
fibre responded to the associations 'of the scenery,
Warburton had also a peculiar clearness of per•
ception. He comprehended and exulted in the
Romance of " eastern travel," but he saw none the less
diatinctly, and described none the less accurately, its,
Realities. 'Wherever he moved in the course of his
erratic pilgrimage he not merely, like, Goldsmith;
" Dragged at each remove a lengthening chain,"
by adding a new link of interest in himself at every
footstep, to the electric bond of sympathy uniting his
own with the hearts of those who lingered over the
record of his peregrinations—but, with " grey
goose-quill "for a brusb, and his ample vocabulary fur
a palette, he painted a landscape in a page; and some-
times a vignette in a sentence. The effect resembled the
" Picture-Book without Pictures," though it must be
allowed that the style was somewhat less idiomatic
and somewhat more gorgeous than the simple but
picturesque manner of Andersen. This splendour it,
was which imparted that peculiar charm to the
writings of Warburton, in the abundance of which
he excelled all other travellers, however affluent their
imagination. His sitniles were always approptiate;
and were squandered about, moreover,in inelhaustible
profusion. How acceptable these were none Can pro-
perly appreciate but those who haVe pondered over the
narrative thus sprinkled alternately with dry statis-
tics and flowering illustrations until it assumed, one
might fancy, a fantastic resemblance to an illuminated
manuscript. If he strolled away, for example, into
the classic plain surrounding the Acropolis, the
author was not satisfied: with telling you that ." the
I'yssus exists no longer"—conjuring up an exquisite
feature in the panorama, indelibly impressing the
circumstance upon remembrance by adding (ch. 31.)
—that " a torrent-like line of oleanders seems still to
fill its course with verdant. waves and rosy "foam."
pleasantry wee, perhaps, however, of all, his most'
conspicuous characteristic. It Wes manifest front the
very commenc ment—in that indication of high
annuala
spirits ll exhilarates because it happens to
be neither affected wectet,l nor boisterous. In this, animated
strain het talked of the confusion of the luggage; before
starting in the Oriental steamer froth Souttiewee,
reminding us that while eaddiery and bullock trunks
were quite obtrusive, the little indispensebles for the
sveoay-as
xa
voyage were
[ l;e nowhere discernible, and "remedies for
reservedi,gthaet another moment over themselves for the overland
j °Jitney." Em
loveliness of the island of Calypso, and the seductive
calm of its seclusion, he intirtupts our enthusiasm,
like thet of Telemachus, by observing that "a fat gen-
tlemen in green spectacles informed us that it was
the Batelle Biy of Naples," c4ilinz it by is came
Penh !lark. Gossiping over the Nilea he illudes to
t'e old story 01 the mythologists tees tee heart's
blood of a virgin was annually poured into its car-

rent, adding nelsely, "not unlikely, in a country
where- tiny worshiped -crocodiles end were anxious
to' coosult tin ir tastes." Equally extravagant is his
grave.enat alsnest eaendiese allusion to the steamboat
on the same venersh!e stream; apostrophizing it ass en
unhappy River, Which, having, like Dion, ie its Werrn
youth•loved the gorgeous islands of Ethioeis, must
now "expiate its raptures on the wheel !" Sauntering
through ;he streets ,of Cairo, how humorously he
mentions the eccentricities of the lean and mangy
dogs, " continually running between your legs, which
afford a tempting passage in this petticoated place."
Delightfullest of all however is his most amus-
ing particularity as to the still gre;ter eccen-
tricities of the hens of Egypt, which " seem
to consider that they have discharged every duty
to society in producing a mere egg," caring little
or nothing_ after the operation " whether their off-
spring becomes a fritter or a fowl, an omelette or a
game coals The naked fellow entrusted With the'
office of hatching the chickeue VTholesalP, by means of
gigantic ovens,:is ludicrouely described as ever arid
ever tueuipoe the eggs " with most henlike anxiety."
A happy-paa,e not = unfrequently proves' sufficient in
the vivid delineations of Warburton: 'He describes
the mud-coloured beillings tied terraced roofs of
Alexandria as being " yari:•el with fat tese;ceiles end
lean mioarete." Ile callotypes the black Slinies; as they
are in reality, " inagpiad with white napkins
round their head and loins." Gibraltar starts
before us, from the second page of the second chapter,
with a distinctness marvellous almost as the vi
Bible, with curtain, and ravelin, and rampart—with
" zigz ig lines- from shore to summit, looking like con:
ductors for the defenders' electric fire to flash along"
the complexity of its stern and impregnable for-
tificationse - Musing again over that Nile, which
he manifestly reverenced in spite of, all the grizzly
story of the virgin's blood and the grizzlier appetite
of the crocodiles, Warburton in his fourth chapter
allows his mind to run riot in exaggeration over the
supposition that Egypt is an exotic land, borne down
from the torrid remoteness of Abyssinia towards the
shores of the sublime and history-glorified Mediter-
ranean. His fantastic meditations are thus closed,
"Those quiet plains have tumbled down the cataracts;
those demure gardens have flirted with the Isle of
Flowers five hundred miles away ; those very pyra-
mids have floated down the waves of the Nile ;
to speak chemically, that river is a solution
of Ethiopia's richest regions, and that vast
country is merely a precipitate"-e-evconapanion sketch
for that grotesque portraiture of Holland by the
incomparable author of " fludibrae," depicting it
as a region distinguished by the fishy: peculiarities of
the amphibious! In a kindred mood of facetiousness,
our traveller; -pausing in the midst of the petrified
forests of the wilderness, comments upon the fact of
their invariably appearing in places the most arid and
shelterless, by observing that they "must have had a
hard time of it," being "exposed, like Niobe, to all
the arrows of Apollo." As wittily does he pronounce
judgment elsewhere upon the summary vengeance
wreaked by the jealous husbands among the Egyp-
tians—remarking that their only "gentlemen of the
long robe" are eunuchs, " and the knife and the Nile
the only damages." Abounding as the chapters do
with these tokens of an innocent and irradiating mere
rithenn they lure the attention onwards, as by an ir-
resistible fascination, through all the varieties
of Asiatic life, sometimes enlivened by perilous
adventures and sometimes by romantic vicissitudes.
Throughout the whole of this charming narrative
of oriental enterprise, moreover, what is especially
noticeable, and to us, as coming from an insular
wanderer over Christendom, absolute matter for
-astonishment, is the fact that, not once, by a syllable
or an innuendo, does Warburton become for one in-
stant dogmatical. In this particular he appears to be
little else than a miracle among travellers. Dog-
matism, indeed, would seem to have had but little
kindred with that ingenuous and equable tempera-
ment. Besides—there was genial intelligence as
well as ecleotic taste lurking under that subtle and
comprehen‘ive sensibility: and as La Brueere sap
in one of his searching apophthegms, "C'est hi pro-
fonde ignorance que inspire le ton dogmatique:' Gifted
by Nature therefore with the very qualities calculated
to win regard from the observant, it was not sur-
prising to find that his first work almost immediately
attracted the attention of the public to the name of
Warburton. People liked the freshness of his gentle
and unaffected enthusiasm. They were pleased with
most elevated
the frankness of a character which revealed only the
most generous sentiments and the
aspirations. They exulted in the opportunity of be-
holding those famous regions where the feet of the
holy race had moved down the trail of immemorial
generations, toiling in Egypt, roving in Syria, and
conquering in Palestine—those regions consecrated,
one might almost believe, to everlasting immortality
in the annals of the Prophets—and which no other
modern writer has ever depicted with a pencil at once
so reverent and so picturesque. The vividness of
his descriptions, in fact, is only surpassed by the
felicity of the variable tone in which he celebrated I
their associations. Insomuch was this remarkable in I
the earliest of the literary productions of Warburton,
that from his lips " twice told tales" were found to
be scarcely less acceptable than they have actually
proved to be on the opposite shores of the Atlantic,
when revivified by the voice of Nathaniel Hawthorne.
What, for example, could be more enthralling than
Eliot Warburton's account (ch, iv.) of the battle
of the Nile ?—a victory, fOr two reasons, unsurpassed
in the annals of maritime warfare, being fought at
midnight and at anchor. And yet how many had
been the records of that memorable action already
penned and already familiar, from the elaborate:elu-
cidation of James to the terse and inspiring pane-
gyric of Southey ? "'Tis an old story now, that
battle of the Nile," said Warburtoe, " but ie brave
old story can never die of age ;" and thereupon he re,
counted once more the incidents of the conflict
from its commencement to its conclusion, from the
silent bearing down of Nelson's fleet upon the armament
of his antagonists to the capture of the last vessel, the
To"'ant, when "" slowly. and reluctantly, like an ex-
piring hope, hers:pale flag fluttered down from her
lofty spars, and the next that floated: there was the
banner of old England 1" It was not, however, only
in his second-hand narrations that our author was
most eminently successful.: The enumeration of his
own movements was the 'principal and the happiest
theme of
his inspiration. Here it was that he re
vealed his originality 83 a depictor of the coast, sce-
nery of the Levant, and the fertility of Egypt, and
the sterility of Nehia,'-and the sacred topography of
Syria, and the mingled squalor and luxury of Con-
stantinople, and_ _the
islands of the Greek archipaelago. Patriotic though
his temperament was, -he had still all the comprehene
sive sympathies of thecostnopolite. Insular as some
of his notions Un uestionabl were, the majority of
them were characterized yby a largeness that embraced
the whole ceCle of humanity and were restricted to
neither hemisphere. Domestic as were those affections
) to declare in an, effusion of ten-
derness which prompted him in a subsequent production ("Da-
rien," vol. Rep. 54
that the sacred word of Home ".applies to
hearts not hearths," he possessed withal a love of the
true and the beautiful, such as rendered him familiar
with regions the most remote and with habits the
most outlandish. An agreeable testimony of this is
afforded by the incidents accompanying his arrival at,
Beyrout,:aod his reluctant resignation to quarantine
when living fora fortnightin a little cottage apart
from the lazaretto. This cottage-prison he describes
as situated in a grove or orchard of mulberries. Here,
from the;roof top looking over the Syrian, landscape
in one direction, and in another over the billows ,of
the Mse he tends a 4,` little galliPot
garden,". whose' 'every weedy- plant he "declares to
have contained a Picciola, or watches with an elm- •
tion somewhat nobler than that of idle curiosity
the movements of the little family in the lower
portion of the premises, a family of humble Mare-
nites. How charmingly he avows at last " Isympa-
thised with the changes of weather that affected the.
operatiOns of the silkworms; I grieved for the illness
of the little child; I took as much interest in the at-
tentions paid by the young Syrian swains to Katarin
and Dudu they did themselves; and a baking or
,a
*it-
stink day'appeereitto ireeTtill of importance : ' his
warm andkindly disposition kindling into attachment
for beings- who must have regarded him comparatively
a-hnost with indifference. And such was Warburton !
Everywhere "at home"—in 'the Nile boat or in the
tombs of the Pyramids, under the cedars of Lebanon
or among the olives of the holy mount near Jerusalem.
Everywhere looking into the visages of those he met,
the Jew, the Copt, the Arab, the Nubian, the Turk,
the Greek, or the Egyptian, not as into the face of
an alien, but as into the face of a fellow-creature.
Hence he adapted himself so readily to the customs
of those sunny and voluptuous climates—wearing
the tarboash or the turban, and the girdling shawl,
breathing aromatic tobaccoes through the fumes of
the chibouque or the eiargilly, riding that docile
Arabian from which he parted at last as from " a
tried old friend," and bivouacing under the canvas
of his tent, or under the branches of some umbra-
geous :_li
,esi t;i10Oamo
for ti,aalio
ra descendant.
readily' as thoughlie
of
f lan
e eitherl
a(, ,
dl
The:very title of the production in whichebeserovirigs
were recounted was en incentive to its-perussl, being
at once as poetical as it was indisputably
epigram-
matic. It :,c-oostitnteal a tribute to the genius of
symbolistnthat royeterions element common to the
atmesphere of Paganism and of e Christianity. It
celebrated not merely; the Crescent 6j;
which Byzantium seems to have commemo-
rated the greatness of Diana of the Ephe-
slam, but .that . mere sublime and more awful
emblem, the Cross, the emblem which appears to have
been propheticullyworahipped by Heathendom in an-
ticipath'n of the Divine Sacrifice. In inscribing the
latter effigy, so to steak, upon the froetispiece of his
undertaking, Warburton bad not forgotten the hewil-
dering circumstance of its antiquity as a symbol of
idolatrous as well as of inspired religion. lie a.;,50..
cured the name of his volumes with that wonderful

and enigmatic image which, according to Lafitau,
was adored by the Red Indians of America before
the discovery of their continent by Europeans, that
solemn Cross which Grecian Art had placsel in the
hands of Horns Apollo, suspended round ttie neck of
the divinity Apis, carved upon the front of Jupiter
Ammon, inserted in the thyrsis of Bacchus, engraved
upon the vases of libation, and jewelled in
the bosom of the vestal virgins, the Cross mentioned
wish an inexplicable reverence in the most ancient
annals of the Chinese and in the memorable records
of the Phcenieians. Following upon these really
astounding, recollections*, it is beautiful to remember
the noblest apostrophe of admiration ever addressed to
the Cross as the Symbol of Symbols—the apostrophe
of St. Augustine ("Ex Tractetu super Psalmos."
Ps. 54, lest. 6.) when he speaks of the Cross as once
an object of derision, hut now glittering in gold and
,p, rAe ctitoeund
e precious" stones
iorliim c
tipn
crux illa fixa est, cut iniinici insultaverunt ' lied
the passage occurred to Warburton we doubt not :hat
upon the
ipsius : summit
jam of
i en yefrryun dtei.ardeegmu—
in
he would have. _selected
it as the motto of his title-
page. As it is—the work in which, by its designation,
the author thus evidences his recognition of the grace
and of the mystery of symbolism will—by revealing
the country of the Cre,seent in all its Romance and in
all its Reality to the venerators of the Cross—long
tend,' we believe, to preserve, if it fail to perpetuate,
his reputation.
Sebsequently to, his retorts homewards, Eliot War-
burton was united to the daughter of the late Edward
GrOve, Esq., of Shenetone Park, County Stafford,
neice of Sir Edmund Cradock Hartopp, Bart., and
cousin-german of the first wife of Lord John Russell,
Adelaide, the Lady Ribblesdale. Two children were
the fruit of that marriage, which an unforeseen and
dreadful calamity has
en prematurely brought to a
termination.
Encouraged doubtless by
the very distinguished
success of the " Crescent and the Cross,"
our author determined to adventure once
more upon the^ hazerdous but fascinating en-
terprises of literature. In his second work,
it was found that the traveller had been transmuted
into the collator of manuscripts. The Memoirs
of Prince Rupert and the published in
scarcely 1849, disclosed, however, Cavaliers,
less than its pre-
decessor the picturesque style and the generous syra-
Pathies of Warburton. The latter characteristics
more perceptible than in
the production which must always be regarded as
his masterpiece. Comprising a
selection from the
a
priiate correspondence between the Royalist Comman-
der-in-Chief and the subordinate of the
Sovereign, the work containeddherents
'were, perhaps, therein even
a variety of curious
documents transcribed from original MSS., which
had never before been afforded the opportunity of
publication. So abundant, indeed
, and were the manu-
script treasures thus arranged revised by
Warburton, that he scrupulous'
disclaimed . the.
authorship .of • more than they first and se-
cond volumes, remarking that he could be
regarded as nothing more than simply the editor of a
the third, consisting
part of
authentic papers relatings i
tot
digested and symmetrically disthe did
fcoirvitihe war, rnos
carefullyt
posed in succession.
The peculiar interest of this collection, it must be
observed, arose froth the circumstance of its being
derived from Colonel Benett, prince Rapert's secre-
tary. It included no less than
chieftain by the chival-
rous and loyal Cavaliers—letters Penned by the hands
of those gallant gentlemen who
s Pawned ,their plate
and mortgaged their estates, and "dropped their
to
power hearts' blood for drachmas," purchase the safety of
a prince and .to vindicate the
rower of a dynasty.
singular epistles there Besides these a thousand letters,
addressed' to their youthful
ere were numerous
others, which had hitherto been preserved among the
family archives of the Earl of Dartmouth, together
with copious materials extracted from the Diary of
Evelyn, from the Royal Letters of Bromley, as well
as from Sir Henry Ellis's Collection.
As additional
evidence of the extraordinary industry displayed in
this compilation by Eliot Warburton, it may be cur-
sorily observed that his researches
extended through •
a multiplicity of celebrated MSS., among which may
R
be enumerated the Lansdowne,arleian, Bodleian,
Sloane, and Ashmolean. Apart from these laborious
investigations moreover, the production was in many
respects singularly meritorious. It was not so much
the worthiest; as it was literally the first, biography
of Prince Rupert that bad appeared. A trivial pam-
phlet purporting to recount his
" Heroic History" had
been printed, it 'is true, so far back as 1683, and,
within the,
memo-
rial of the seine personage bad been contributed to the present century, a more elaborated
".Biographie Universelle"—but neither were entitled
to any high degree of consideration. Warburton
must therefore be regarded as the earliest his-
torian of the Cavaliers. Incidental mention of their
proweis and self-sacrifice had been repeatedly
made before without question ; but no. deliberate
effort had been attempted to clear their memory from
misconception, or to obliterate those calumnies from
the name of Rupert which had dimmed its glory
through so many misapprehon.ding generations. There
was a congenial gallantry in the resolution with
which Warburton ventured to impugn the accuracy
of that stern judgment which had been sanctioned
with a sort of tacit acquiescence by no less than two
centuries. In relating the adventures of the Royalist
Leader, he displayed somewhat of his earnestness with
rather more than hie circumspection. His narrative,
indeed, possesses, in regard to facts, the stubbornness
of the Roundheed, while in its occasional bursts of
eloquent invective and of impassioned panegyric it
claims kindred with the audacity of the Cavalier.
Shortly after the first inkling of his popularity bad
been obtained, Warburton was induced in 1846
to edit a•couple of volumes descriptive of life in the
Canadas---.-a work written by ." a friend," as he him-
self announced in the "
tcooua conjecturerse of his Preface to
Hochslaga. IVhethn, that "friend" was one of
his brothers, according
prevalent, or simply
an associate in whose literary,
prosperity.his kind feeling was interested—it is tole-
rably at one time
well known that another bearing that near
relationship has secured
a moderate share of approval
by a composition of a different character—we allude
to "Rollo and his Race,"from the pen of Acton
Warburton. During the course of his introductory.
remarks to "Hochelaga," its editor observed very,
truthfully and sententiously,
after an allusion to Ata-
lantis—" The theories of
old Greece and Roman
Spain became stories; stories
became tradition; tradi-
tion became faith, and When Columbus assumed his
mission, in him the old t Westering' instinct
amounted to an. inspiration." Alas! with Warbur-
atering' instinct"
Warbur-
ton. himself that "old I we amounted
—if we may speak without profanity—more to
a lamentable fatality than
to any such golden as-
piration. The reception accorded to ",Elochelaga,"
f
in tlee first instance for the manner of its introduc-
tion, but eventually
.from the appreciation of its
intrinsic excellence, encouraged its author to issue
from the press in 1849 a record of the " Conquest of
Canada," dating as far back as 1534-5, the period
when its soil was first trodden by Jacques Cartier, its
discoverer. Later on,
asrecently indeed as 1851,
another work was edited
by the biographer of Ra-
pert, the circumstance being
indicated in the form of
an Introduction to the Are •
'nozrs of Horace Walpole.
Here, however, Warburton
only share in the undertakinf
is explicitly avows that his
is
that of affixing his name
"
freeffered and freely
to the title page—excep in._
a few occasional cor-
rectionsly o
of the " voluptuous virtuoso" Of Strawberry Hill had
already appeared, but these Were
chiefly
accepted." Sketches
restricted to
by Pinkerton.
mere . summaries, such as those penned by Lord
Dover, by Sir Walter Scott, . and
Even the ' feeling and eloquent..
Berry was little better (as Warburton here intimated)
than an avowed apology, dictated by the posthumous
generosity of friendship. WI,
'''at contributed, more-
over, rather considerably to memoir of Miss
enhance the value of the
biography introduced to the world by Warburton,
was the circumstance that the volumes comprised a
variety of original letters by the
most fascnating,
voluble, of correspondents.
Apparently almost as inartificial
because the most elegantly
as the letters of
Byron, those of Walpole are s' as
fastidiously delicate
as the epistles of Chesterfield,
occasionally combining
with these peculiarities, the idiomatic diction of Cow-
per, and the effervescent ,and sometimes almost bois-
terous vivacity of Sevignd. Speaking of them in de-
served terms of admiration, our
author wittily
observes in his Introduction (p.
10.) that "they
leave nothing but trutlfulness to be desired," an ac-
Cusation rather painfnlly.corroborated the other day
by the publication of " The Garland" in the pages of
the Quarterly a garland of not the loveliest of
-the flowers of rhetoric, woven into metre at the very
" "
period the courtier's lips were secretly dropping
poison on the name of his Sovereign, and laid at the
foot of the throne by a hand yet blackened in the
task of scurrility, with an air of consummate and
refined adulation.
Meanwhile—amusing his leisure with the respon-
sibilities of editorship—Eliot Warburton was not
altogether indifferent himself to the manifold seduc-
tions of literature. Influenced by his examination of
the Royalist manuscripts, he determined to recount
a tale of the troubles of 164—, by writing the confer-
sions ' of a Cavalier, as a fictitious autobiogra-
phy. Such were
_the intentions which, in
1850, led to the appearance of his romanee,
entitled Reginald Ilastilo• It revealed but
little evidence of the authoi's capacity as a novelist,
and was. 'consequently regarded by his many ad-
mirers as, a matter of disappointment. The story
displayed, of course, that familiarity With the epoch
which was only to have been expected from the histo-
rian of Rupert, but which in another might have
been a subject at once of surprise and of admiration.
It was otherwise unattractive. The masquerade of
the romancer seemed to sit but awkwardly on the
shoulders of the traveller. He could have donned
the
maNk of the novelist appesred to him as
unnatural
,
a burnoosefeathers v'
to with
hl
etohpea rrde.: d It readiness
e swass of
f askew Arab but the
in
the first
chapter. Upwards of a year elapsed before be yen-

tured once more upon the delineation cf the
aultoyf thanari its
after
predeces-
imaginary. It was late in the winter -of
1851 that Darien wag published, a narrative
partially hi
oo
"character
the
te
r'a
tid
great recounting
f
who
Sir
II
solom
Marlborough of such enormous ernbezz:ement. The
predeces-
sor d: übcut it was
consideredscarcely in the
less
glaref
occur-
rence very terrible in its character, it will be found
to possess an enthralling and, we believe, also an en-
during interest. " Darien," to be estimated at
its
intrinsic value, must be read by the lUrid light of the
Amazon, by the light of that maritime conflagration
which seems throughout the fiction to be foreseen by
a sort of wierd presentiment. Viewed thus, the
work cannot fail to excite the awe, as well as the be
wilderment, of the psychologist. Its conspi-
cuous purport enlivened by the romantic
adventures of Alvarez was to record the
rise and failure, the propitious rise and the
melancholy failure, of the celebrated Darien Expedi-
tion. That expedition, it will be remembered, was
originated by the founder of the Bank of England.
William Patterson is, therefore, the real hero of :he
romance--strangest of all heroes of romance 'ever
selected, a Puritan enthusiast, and a mercantile day-
dreamer, unselfish and elevated in hia ambition, but
weak and vascillating in its development ! Associated
with Patterson towards the conclusioreof the story, is
'Andrew Fletcher of Saltoun, a man almost OF specu
lative and still more impracticable. Yet more re-
markable among the real characters introduced, must
likewise be particularized John Law (as his latest
celebrant designates him, "the Napoleon of the
gambling world"), the originator of that famous Mis-
sissippi scheme which as far surpassed the. South
Sea Bubble, as the South Sea Bubble sur-
passed M. Cabet's project of founding a new Arcadia
by an Icarian colonization. A sort of morganetic
admiration for the old Buccaneers, betrays itself
throughout the narrative—due reference being made
to Alexander of the Iron Arm, to the wily Rock, the
daring Pierre, the ruthless Olonois, and the redoubt-
able Montbara, otherwise called the Exterminator.
Another, and not the least formidable among those
ferocious " water rats," Sir Henry Morgan, is ac-
tually involved be the imaginary incidents conjured
up by the novelist. There is an indescribable gusto
in his allusion to the spoils gathered in by the auda-
city of the Buccaneers—gold from Mexico, silver
from Peru, pearls from the Gulf, cinnamon from the
Carracas, ambergris from the Baltic, fish
from Newfoundland, nutmegs from the Mo-
luccas, ivory from Ceylon, diamonds from Gol-
conda—the involuntary tributes paid by the
industrious to the lawless navigator. Fascinated
by the prowess of the Buccaneers, Warburton's
gentle nature revolted at their cruelty, but still more
at the systematic inhumanity revealed by the con-
querors of Spanish America. From " the complaints
of Las Casas, the confessions of Cortes, the apologies
of Herrera, and the summing up of Prescott,"he here
adduced the most damning evidence .of their almost
preternatural atrocity. While absorbed in these ter-
rible investigations, however, he lost no portion of his
engaging vivacity ; and thus, even when depicting
an outrage by the troopers of Claverhouse, he quietly
remarks—that " in toasting the health of fair Alice
the topers made considerable inroads upon their
own." It was a curious circumstance, more-
over, that - although actually a total stranger
to the Transatlantic scenery he depicted it almost
with the colouring of Cooper and the minuteness of
Audubon. He appeared to be familiar with every
feature in the landscape, with all the winged and
creeping denizens of the woods, and with the varieties
of the luxuriant vegetation. He beheld, as if in
reality, the branches of the cedar and the balsam,
gorgeous with their living blossoms—the brilliant
plumage of the beret and the tulcan. He watched
every movement of the scorpion under the cassia-tree,
and knew the haunts of the lizard and the serpent near
the roots of the fruit-dropping tamarind. "There"
he exclaims in one portion (11. 299.) " under the in-
fluence of an eternal summer, Nature runs riot ; like
a glorious and fantastic bacchanal, drunk with the
rich juices of' a virgin soil, and the warm fellowship
of a meridian sun : there she makes for herself arborial
bowers whose lofty colonnades and flower roofed aisles
mock the dimensions of our stateliest palaces." And
with every leaf and fibre he seemed to have rendered
himself acquainted—from the bamboos and bananas
to the interwoven parasites " all a-bloom with purple
flowers," from the pineapple " burning like a topaz on
its green calyx," to the mangroves drooping into the
water heavily laden at every bough with oysters!
The tenacity of his memory, the voracity of his re-
searches, and the vividness of his imagination trans-
formed Warburton into a Mexican while be wrote,
as the same influence changed Moore for the time
being into a native of Cashmere, and Burke into a
Bengalee. Whether it was that he yearned to com-
pare his own fancies with the realities of nature
across the ocean, whether he wished to ex-
amine such creatures as the "demoniac cat-
fish and the cruel remora," or to re-discover
that " one rocky ridge" in the isthmus of Darien
(11. 97.) from the summit of which can be seen the
opposing shores of the Pacific and Atlantic—shortly
after the publication of his novel, relating to the
" Merchant Prince," Warburton resolved upon at once
proceeding to Panama. Possibly he was actuated in
this instance by that love of travel, which he himself
termed " the most unquenchable of loves" (I. 162.)—
that love which had already carried him to Damietta
and • the Dardanelles. Howbeit his excursion to
Central America was resolved upon : at first under-
taken simply with an eye to pleasure, but ultimately
also with an eye to business—Warburton being de-
puted to negotiate 'friendly relations between the In-
dian tribes of Darien and the Atlantic and Pacific
Junction Company. In pursuance of this enterprise,
he left England in the Amazon steam-ship, of 2,250
tons burden, on Friday, the 2d of January, 1852,
under the command of Captain Symons, with 163 on
board, crew and passengers. The fate of that unfor-
tunate and magnificent vessel can never, in the annals
of misfortune, be altogether lost to remembrance. In
its aggregation of horrors it exceeded even the dubi-
ous fate of, the President and the celebrated loss of
the Kent East Indiaman. In many particulars it
eclipsed the fearful destruction (which took place a
month afterwards) of her Majesty's ship the Birken-
head. Early on Sunday morning the 4th of January,
but very little indeed after midnight, almost every
soul on board the Amazon being hushed in'
slumber, the pealing of the alarm-bell, and the
cries of " Fire, woke those who were sleeping'
to the frightful knowledge that the ship
was in flames. Twenty minutes more proved
enough to complete the conflagration ; but within
that brief interval how much agony was compressed
those who have survived have enabled us to con-
jecture. An ineffectual effort to set the fire-engine
going was followed by the abandonment. of the hose
and the desperate resort to the buckets. Everything
speedily revealed, however, that the attempt to extin-
guish the conflagration must prove futile, but, during
the loss of time resulting from the endeavour four out
of the nine boats received irreparable injury.
Meanwhile the engines, not having been stopped at
the outbreak of the catastrophe, carried the Amazon
with terrible velocity through a heavy sea and
a wind blowing with considerable violence. Fifty-
nine persons alone escaped in two of the life-
boats, the dingy, the cutter, and the pinnace—the two
best life-boats being burnt on the sponsons, while
the mail boat, and in all probability the gig, were
swamped alongside. The last individual recognised
on board by those who were saved was Eliot War-
burton—standing by the captain at the wheel, fully
dressed,' and quite collected. Shortly afterwards the
vessel was involved in a sheet of flame from the bow-
sprit to the taffrail, the magazine soon exploded, the
funnels, red-hot, fell over with a hissing sound into
the waves, and the wreck thereupon almost instantly
foundered. Remembering the suddenness of this
appalling calamity, coming so speedily after the ap-
pearance of the romance of " Darien," we shudder at
the mysterious recurrence of allusions to precisely
similar disasters by the almost prophetic band
of the gifted and lamented traveller. Already in
the opening page of the third volume of "Reginald
Hastings" he bad quoted those passionate lines of
Shakspere—
e 0 Lord!' methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of water in mine ears;
What sights of ugly deaths within mine eyes!"
In "Darien" his expressions became still more
lamentably appropriate, and still more painfully dis-
tinct in their explicitness. Almost at the commence-
ment of the romance the author dedicates an entire
chapter (I. ch. iv.) to a minute description of the
torments of death by burning, transcribing at the
outset those verses of Shelley—
" The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs—
His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon:
His death paugs rent my heart:'
Further on Warburton writes (I. 206.) "We struck;
all hands took to the boats; I only left; boats
swamped ; crew lost ; I, thanks to your gallantry and
kindness—only saved." Elsewhere, be says (11.16 )
" Startled by the sudden sense of drowning, he
awoke to find himself in the angry sea, with wreck
and ruin and destruction all around." Another of
his mournfully apposite extracts is from Uhland—
" The winds and the waves of ocean,
Th,l rested quietly ;
But I heard on the gale a sound of wail,
There was danger on the sea."
Everywhere he seemed to behold round him mys-
tically, as Longfellow did in "Evangeline," the glory
of a conflagration, where—
. Columns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of
flames were
Thrust thro' the folds and withdrawn, like the quivering
hands of a martyr."
His similes were tinctured with the same sombre
hue of premonition. He thus illustrated the imper•
ceptible diminution of sorrow for a deceased com-
panion (111. 211.)—" as when a ship founders at sea,

the water forms a distracted vortex for a few
minutes, an l the waves - are tossed about un-
naturally ; but they gradually subside, until the
surface •of ocean is as calm over the buried
wreck as over the srnobthest send that ever formed a
drowned seaman's pillow." His thoughts appeared to
recur perpetually to the same theme with a mis-
boding iteration. He talked (I. 68.) of " mariners
making preparations on a quiet shore for a long and
stormy voyage." He seemed by a preternatural an-
ticipation to recognise the forms of those who would
•so soon be lamenting his own calamitous disappear-
ance. He described (I. 58.) one whose eyes " were
regardless of all except the sea in which her hope
now as ever her fear was rested :" and at another
time wrote of one of his heroines (111. 82.) " she was
like those who have lost dear relations at sea, and who
love to soothe their sorrows by sitting on the shore
and watching the waves as they come end go; in some
dreemy expectation that somehow they may bring
tidings of those who have gone down among their
-fellows." Sometimes, even, the thin veil of futurity
"became altnort sufficiently transparent to reveal
the horrors of the 'approlehing datestrophe. In
one volume he wrote (I. 74.) " Nothing but
some columns of smoke curling quietly up in the
evening air,
,he gave token
(111. 25.) remainingo any disaster;". in another
"Tg -
forwArd, and her dry s burned up rapidly into Spaniard was now on fire
three pillars of thole :"
more minutely the misfortune h
another he depicted yet
es so spdly to
experience (11. 224-225.)_« Aeofficer
came the King's
came forward in his turn, his Speech
by the cry of o
fueg V
geucsais)
Was interrupted
volume of smoke at the from the fsame timeor tile; a thickf
the hold diffused a sulphurous stench.
Thng„uhpiprioiamd
been set on fire by one of the quenchless fireballs- that
the buccaneers were accustomed to make use of in
extremity. It had fallen among hales of silk, whirl,
for some time smothered the fierceness of the Homes.;
but it had the more extensively and subtly done its
work, and the fire was proportionately destructive.
Toe boats were immediately lowered, and those on
board had barely time to put off when the galleon
was in flames froth. stem to stern. Even the
wounded buccaneer and the sick English sailor
had been saved. The boats rowed fast towards
Alvaro's ship, and almost immediately after they had
reached her the galleon blew up, and no trace was
left of the gallant ship• but a few seething planks, and
some bubbles on the calm water in which she bad
gone down." Literature does not contain any more
startling indications of a presentiment. They remind
one of those exquisite verses in which Lord Byron
celebrated the thirty-seventh anniversary of his birth,
at Missolonghi—the fabulous notes of the swan sing-
ing its own requiem, as Mozart is said to have com-
posed his on the eve of dissolution. That Warburton
preserved his self-possession even under the terrors of
an occurrence that might have palsied the most cou-
rageous cannot but be matter for our admiration. His
collected behaviour even under such circumstances
can be readily comprehended, however, by those in
any way acquainted with the serene bravery of his
character. Several instances of this bravery occurred
in the course of his eastern peregrinations, sot the least
remarkable of which were (" Crescent," &c., ch. xii.)
the coolness displayed by him when nearly half a mile
from his boat at midnight, and almost alone in the
midst of a couple of hundred angry Nubian savages
(ditto, cb. xvi.); and his refusal of backsheesh to the ex-
tortionate Bedouins in one of the Pyramids, a refusal
enforced by an extended pistol and a threat of the
bastinado; but especially (ditto, ch. xxix.) the cou-
rage disclosed in riding on horseback, without a
single attendant, along the sea shore, from Lebanon
to Beyrout—a feat which nearly led to his assassina-
tion. Bravely, therefore, as became him, he passed
away in what seemed to be the meridian of his life, in
the midst of that awful conflagration. Peace be with
him ! wherever may have flown his gentle but
heroic spirit. He should have died in
different scenes and under less dreadful auspices—
upon the banks of the holy Jordan, or under the
boughs of the whispering palm, or in the ripeness of
a good old age, reposing on his bed, surrounded
by those who loved him, and by the fields sacred with
the tender recollections of his childhood. Instead
of this—the deck of the burning Amazon, far
away, at midnight, among the raging waters
of the Atlantic ! Prematurely, though his
career has terminated, his name cannot easily be
forgotten. It will be ranked among the catalogue of
those " keen-eyed travellers " of whom Kinglake
speaks in the most eloquent passage of " Eothen "
(chap. xx.) as " Warburton to-day and Herodotus yes-
terday "—and will long be associated in the mind of
every English pilgrim to the Holy Land with the Hill
of Zion and Mount Moriah, with the babbling
Kedron and the gloomy Jehoshaphat, with every
stone in the Via Dolorosa and every olive in Geth-
semane. And assuredly that alone is an achievement.
It is something to have one's name remembered in
connexion with the ruins of Jerusalem !

I❑ appearance Warburton was frank and prepos-
sessing. About the middle height, he was erect in
hearing, and occasionally, in the carriage of his head,
almost military. Amiability tempered the reselution
expressed in his mouth. Along the edge of the lower
lip was traceable the faintest vestige of an imperial.
His fresh complexion and light-brown hair be-
trayed the Saxon origin, which was rendered yet
more apparent by his blueish eyes—spurred at
the outer corners with crows' feet imprinted less by
time than by a merrituent wrinkling into laughter.
His voice, clear and rather high, was peculiar fur its
pensive cadence, imparting to almost every sentence
a pleasing but melancholy inflwction. His memory
is with us, as that of the gallant and the gifted—the
memory of an observant traveller with the sympathies
of a poet, and the soul of a gentleman. KETT.

TO THE SECRETARY OF THE BRADFORD
REFORM ASSOCIATION.
(CONTINUED ON MONDAYS AND WEDNESDAYS.)
Sir,—On Wednesday the 23rd of June, a Committee
was moved for considering of making compensation oat
of the Consolidated Fund, to persons interested in
Burial Grounds in the Metropolis, for any loss they may
sustain in consequence of any Act passed in the present
session. There appears to be a good deal of mal-
arrangement in this. Bradford and Edinburgh pay to
the Consolidated Fund, but why should Bradford and
Edinburgh pay for improvements in Metropolitan fune"-
rats. If it is on account of the share Bradford and
Edinburgh men may have in the health of the metro-
polis during the time they are there on business, it Is
evidently a very meagre reason for making them and
others so situated pay for the whole. It there was a
prospect that Bradford and Edinburgh would have any-
thing of the same kind done for them out of the Conso-
lidated Fund in turn, the case might be altered. But
till that is ascertained, the question ought to lie over.
On the same day motion was made by Viscount
Jocelyn, for Copies of Evidence and Reports on the
transactions in Scinde. The facts with respect to Scinde
may have partially gone out of public memory to make
room for others; bat the leading features were these,—
that a race of Native Princes in India had been useful
and steady allies of the British in times of urgency, and
when the urgency was over, the British, true to
Anglo-Saxon policy, were found dispossessing their late
allies of their territories, seizing their revenues and pri-
vate property, end reducing them to the condition of
state prisoners in various fortresses. The facts are im-
pressed upon me, because I remember that at the time
they were taking place, I had communications from
persons of mark -in India, made under the impres-
sion that I had a seat in Parliament and could conse-
quently have aided by a vote. I remember also to
have seen in some public paper, a statement
that British officers in India had refused to accept
their share of the prize-money, because they said it was
made by the pillage of ladies' jewel-boxes. So you see
that we do not all of us leave our consciences behind on
passing the Line, whatever may be the effect upon the
average of the mass.
The world will cease to wonder that this country, in
which the democratic element is decidedly so strong,
should still present a spectacle of comparative peace and
harmony to surrounding nations,—when it has duly
meditated on the fact, that no tale of wrong and shame
can arise in any quarter of the earth, without a British
noble being found in the van of the resistance. I have
seldom seen so much of enthusiasm in the House
was excited on this occasion; and men of different ,as
par-
ties seemed to enjoy the opportunity for a momentary
fusion, like soldiers meeting at the underadvanced-posts the liberty of a flag of truce. The Ministry
in answer
reduced itself to the plea of autrefais acquit; which
might have been well if the contrivera and authors
of these harms had been waiting for the judgment
Parliament, but the object of the present
motion
of
•
get some tardy reparation for the degradation theri°lltVioas to
British character. We are in horrible servitude to any
men who have command over gunpowder,
judge, no jury, to take up our cause at th
utmost that is left for us is, the chance timTeh;ersendisethneo
attempt at reversal after the flesh isofgeseoeinedolicewinnpbtinhuget
wolt's throat. The thing does not t
perpetually. It is a trade; and we, either malt, are destined to pay for the exertions of the piper.
On Thursday the txovernment thee': liancenoenal ;r in
evinced
a yielding
spirit on the subject of the captive
and there is a probability of be
extreme wrong being
Johnstardil givenme small
p portion
Anie e ra o fSocfi Scinde,
On Friday Lord Itussui..rought before the
House of Cutnrouns the ulter "
in the Cori upt Practices at Eleactii°ounas mßaddle. One of the
by the Lords
principal, is the
taking away fromt the House of Com-
mons the right of proeendin Y
against boroughs in cases
of notorious bribery,
Will the Lards agree to the interference of the '''-•i!houtgtheagreement of the Lords.
Com-
mons, in cases where the introduction to the House of
Lords is COLOCTDP(I? I ri
this; but without success.get somebody to ask
AMember spoke loudly of
ted to
his intention to go to a division on the subject; and it is
impossible to say what harm could have been done, if a
in
score or two of Members bad recorded their names
consequence. But in a popular assembly the feeblest
proposal al __ways carries the day, end his resolution
railed him. The House was adjourned till Tuesday.
I am, Sir, yours eery sincerely,
AN OLD IREr OBMER.
Blackheath, Juice 28. 1852.

A deputation, consisting of Alderman Sir P. Laurie,
Mr. J. Woodward, Mr. G. Stacy (Deputy), Mr. E.
Lane, and Mr. A. Vines had an interview with Mr.
*eorgary Walpole, at the Home-Ace, on patwdoy.