The Sun.
London, England, 1830-08-02 00:00:00

MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

A very clever, amusing, and intelligent num-
ber. The first article entitled, 14 King William
the Fourth," is temperately written, and unim-
peachable in point of matter. " State of Ire-
land" puts forth some judicious remarks, on one
of the most intolerably trite and thread-bare

,opics ever yet broached for the annoyance of
politicians, and indeed of readers in general.
Though the writer says nothing new (how is it
possible he can ?) upon the subject, yet what he
does say, be says well. " The Spirits of the
Winds" is a really fine imaginative poem, far
superior to the run of magazine poetry in ge.
neral. It is clearly the production of a true
poet, and one who writes with no less force than
ease. " The Eve of Saint Simon in Colombia,"
is worth reading, both as it regards style and
subject. " Singular Smith" is an odd account
of in oddity, more to be commended for its
good humoured extravagance than for ha per.
severing or hitting off any lineaments of nature.
" Constant's Memoirs of Buonaparte," is an
able notice of an amusing but by no means a
clever or valuable book. " Secrets of the Court
of Charles the Fourth of Spain," displays some
power of language and description. " Mr. It.
Montgomery and llr.E.Clarkson," is a some.
what sarcastic review of these gentlemen's recent
publications. " The Bower," a Vauxhall view, is
a capital sketch of the well-known Master of the
Ceremonies at this popular place of summer
evening resort. We give a specimen, in which
the reader will recognize some true parties from
nature :

" Where then is the mystery ? It consists partly in
ae smile and the bow ; not so much, indeed, in their
quality as in their continuity. Ile never seems to leer'
off—they are always ready made--ho keeps them perpe-
tually by him fit for use. It is a smile without an end—a
bow that has no finis. if you see him in au erect posi•
tion—and he is sometimes particularly perpendicular.-.-tar
very instant that be catches your eye he changes it to its
more natural figure, a curve. One would almost say
that, from the commencement to the end of the season,
his body is not straight, his lips never in repose, for two
minutes together. Whatever is said, whatever is done....
he bows. lie would bow to the beggar whom he relieves,
and (fortune% shield him from such a mishap!) to the
sheriff's-olliecr that arrested him, Not knowing who he
is, you complain, a little angrily, pLrhape, of the tough or
transitory nature of the fowls—of the visionary character
ahem, that does not even disguise or render doubtful the
iattern of the plate; he bows obligingly, and beckons to a
It being rather dark, you upset a bottle of port,
soma of which sprinkles his white glove' and waistcoat,
and the rest goes into his polished pumps;--be smiles es
if you had conferred a favour on him, and bows himself
dry again. As he stands et the opening of the ban,
some boorish Bacchanalian brushing by thrusts him against
the edge of the table, or presses his hat over Hs eyes
he turns round quietly, re.reljuiits his injured bat, smiles
with thegraceful superiority of a gentleman, and (it seems
scarcely credible) WWII!. That how Mit sametinleah4ve
administered a severe thmigh x silent reproof to the ill—
mannered and intemperate. Yoriek would have tirade
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„mute—but we want to know where he goes to when he
leaves the box. We shall of course be. answered-4u the
next But when he has visited them all, what becomes
bins then ? Since we projected the of of
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waiter.

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'sir imperfect 'apostreplut to his worth, eve have inquired
u all quarters; but have seemly found a tingle person
Ina ever met him in the walks. • lie is.theri sometimes,
.Icourst--yet is seldom seen but at supper.tirpe, as if he
vere a sprite conjured up by indigestion and
,bead.-ache.
You eater the box, and up jumps Jade. You sit down,
!std there lie is ; you get up, and, i.e is gene. He may
•pring from under the table, or drop from one of the lamps,
!or any thine you eon tell. Ile.may be brought in, like
Ismodeus, in a bottle; he may hide himself, like cure, et
ore bottom of a bowl. You only know that there lie
nand', hoping you are comfortable, and bowing you into
:nod huthour with an expensive supper. Ilut catch him
I! the walks afterwords, if you can; you go into them ail,
whether dark or dueling, withoutfinding him. At last
eau determine to sup a second time, by way of experiment
—just to solve the mystery and to see whether he will
oaks his appearance. It is served up, and the very next
minute he is asking you the age of your fowl, and trusting
that it is tender
" But the most extraordinary fact remains to be told;
• the greatest is behind.' During the StatOß he is inde-
fstigable in his attendance. Ile is never a minute toe late,
ir a step out of the may. He seetas to grow in the gar-
lens like one of the trees. That the instant the season
Ames he disappears; and is never seen again till the hour
,f its recommeneemeut the next year. Nu human being
,•ould ever guess where be goes to. The vivito!' retires
the lamps are extinguished, and he takes his leave. Ile
ori the lights p out together; he melts, like Ossian's
heroes, into mist. He quits his suburban sittin,f-roem,
places a receipt for his rent in his pocket. book, make* a
ronclusive and valedictory bow to his landlady, and be.
,ornes a query, a couundrum--the moat undiscoyerahle of
riddles—the mast marvellous of absentees. The peeprie.
tors have no knowledge of his whereabout; they are sure
of seeing hint in time for the re-openiag, awl give them.
!elves nu further trouble on the subject. If he should not
mpear the first night, when s God save the King' corn
neneev, he is no longer a tenant of this world ;. if living-,
'here he will be found. Never was he known to fail.
faithful to the moment, in be walks, apparently its 'the
'aloe white waistcoat, as if he had been washed in Juno's
bath, and endorsed with perpetual purity ,and youth. His
,one looks as if it had been wrapped up in cotton sincelalit
season. He taps at the door, touches his last, au afore:
his usual compliments to the s honoured and worthy pro-
prietors.' Like the bulletin at a battle, a brilliant illumi-
tuition follows his appearance. Ile is the most puncual
of periodicals—the Vauxhall Annual. People'know the
oeriod of the year by his coming;...-ere swallow nuked
out a susuiner, but be dues. The emigrations of birds
have given ries to many curious speculations, and have'
!mead the zoologists of all ages—some conjecturing, that
they lie for months at the bottoms of pools and liver.,
and other impossible places. We should like to know
what natural philosophy has to say to the emigration we
have recorded, and whether there is any chance of die.
covering the winter-quarters of our venerable friend—the
crysaliv of our summer visitor. Is he asleep foe the rest
of the year ? Does be hide himself in a nutshell at home,
or travel to the Indies and back ? Does he take a rx-
eursion in a balloon for a few months, or creep for security
into the corner of a poor.box ? But the subject baffles
conjecture; all speculation is idle, It is one if thug!
secrets that most probably will never be' divulgid,
" Wheresoever he goes, we trust that he may. long ex-.
perienee, during the drearier seasons of the year, the
courtesies and urbanity- he extends to others in the merrier
use; and (hut, like the best blacking, he may retain his
virtues in any climate."