The Sun.
London, England, 1830-09-01 00:00:00

MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

This is a very excellent number ; it is full of
vivacity—spirit—intelligence, and variety. All
the articles are readable, and the majority enter-
taining, and what is better still—at least more
popular—piquant, and highly seasoned. The
first article i 3, a matter of course, on the late
" French Revolution." The proceedings of
the three memorable days in July are described
with infinite correctness and force of colouring,
and the deductions drawn from the present
aspect of political affairs throughout Europe
display sagacity and no inconsiderable reach of
foresight. " Stanzas on Tobacco" are lively
enough, but might have been, and should have
been, written more pungently. The " Arch-
Druid" is a tale descriptive of the manners of
the Roman Court during the reign of the Em-
peror Claudius. The descriptions are slight ;
as are also those illustrative of the warlike dis-
positions of the Silures—the aboriginal inhabi-
tants of South Wales. " The Rising Generation
and the March of Mind" is agreeable -and plea-
santly toM, and the article entitled " Love,
Law, anti Physic in Barbary" is as entertaining
and intelligent a paper of the sort as we have •
ever read. The-. " Notes on the Month" are,
as usual, pungent and satirical. We subjoin a
specimen :

Our women are all heroines now; the newspapers
say, that Lady Ilarcourt, whose noble husband could
baldly have been consigned to the earth when the late
King was buried, sent for twelve tichets to St. George's
chapel. A snug funeral party this. Of course they all
got tickets, and were well entertained. N. doubt her
ladyship was very much at her ease, and has continued so
ever since. Yet it is not so much by women of rank,
who are brought up to this stony-beartedness as a .part of
their education, and think much the same of a dead hus-
band as of a cast-i,ff gown, that our indignation has been
excited of late. It is with the ' weeping widows,' the
undone and bereaved of all their souls held dear,' the
walking hearses of a husband's beloved memory, black
and tragic from top to toe—the writing widows—those
sorrowing authoresses, who, in insatiable fondness for the
'dear dead-and-gone, and in a holy desire to give the
world some knowledge of the virtues and various perfec-
tions of him WbOtll they shall never cease to dep'ore, whose
image they treasure in, their heart of hearts, and whom
they day and night implore heaven that they may soon re-
join in the grave ;' make books and Bell them for the
highest price they can get ; bolstered up by puffery of all
kinds, demands on the 'recollections of college friends,' or
'the sympathy of sorrowing relations,' and on the hunt-
bugability of the public in general. Those are the true
Widow of Ephesus tribe, and, we will confess, it would
not seriously afflict our souls to see them thrown into
public scorn, or hear the first application for assistance,
the first pretty presentation of the prospectus of, The
Recollections and Remains of the late lamented Honour-
able and Reverend Charles Montague Antonio I3elville,
with fac-similes of his writing, and his billets-doux and
epigrams in the magazines, carefully collected, with notes,
by his affectionate and disconsolate widow, the Honourable
Amelia Antoinette Isabinda Seymour'—answered in every
instance by 'Madam, you are au impostor ! I‘l. woman
who cared for a husband's memory would make such an
exhibition of MM. You only want to parade yourself
before the public, and get money and a second husband as
fast as you can.' I'llere is not one of the scribbling wi-
dows that has not 'changed her condition' with the greatest
alertness possible."