The Sun.
London, England, 1863-05-04 00:00:00

Manzillan's Magazine.

There are several things in Macmillan that are
well worth reading. It opens, of course, with the
interminable story of " Vincenzo, or Sunken Rocks,"
which is followed by a paper on the physicians and
surgeons of the last generation, contaluing a num.
ber of interesting anecdotes. "History and its
Scientific Pretensions" are carefully considered by
Mr. Thornton; and we meet with a pleasant essay
entitled " Rariora of Old Poetry," which gives us
a good deal of curious and recondite information
respecting the laws of rhyme and metre in olden
days. The author is evidently an experienced
philologist, and his citations from old Saxon, Norse,
Icelandic, and Welsh verse illustrate his meaning
very strikingly. The science of language occupies a
prominent position in this part, for a member of the
Philological Society contributes an article on
Babel, in which he descants learnedly on the ex-
traordinary variations of speech that continually
occur among neighbouring peoples. The dan-
gerous absurdities of the mediums are dis-
cussed by Mr. Edward Dicey, who is half inclined
to be a convert to spiritualibm. " Neapolitan
Prisons, Past and Present," form the topic of a
paper by a visitor to their gloomy precincts, and
the number concludes with a very excellent article
on " Servia and the Mussulmans."

Cornliill 1112gazine.

" The Small House at Allington" is much more
exciting in this number. Crosbie proves himself
the villain that he is, and his friends are ashamed
of him. It is a good scene in which he is telling
his friend at the club of his transactions and Lily's
uncle arrives. In the next instalment we shall pro-
bably have the painful scene of Lily's ecclaircisse-
ment. " Chess "is a very entertaining sketch, and
all who admire that noble game will be much edified
with its perusal. The following passage will ex-
emplify the tastes of the writer :
" In fact there is nothing in the way of amuFement about
which people throw into the sea such mines of pleasure as
this same game of chess. It possesses all qualities that are
good, and none at all that are bad. It even combines
fascinations of opposite kinds, a quality entirely special to
itself; for it is peaceful, and at the same time warlike ; it
is light, and yet profound ; it is manly, and yet womanly;
you can play it by daylight, and you can play it by lamp-
light ; you can play it in the house; you can play it on the
lawn, you can play it in a railway carriage, you can play
it with board and men, and you can play it without either.
It costs nothing, it is reputable, it is dignified, and it be-
shit:iiirine°lYel
no lesson,
leveson,oit
be-
comes all classes and all ages of life. And it has a wealth
that no other game can even approach. Its changes, if not
literally endless, are at any rate past counting. Their
beauty is like Cleopatra's—
" 'Age cannot wither it, nor custom stale
Its infinite variety.' "
ebrwolpfattassnit.
de
" Romola " drags on its weary length, but does not
seem approaching its termination as yet.
West-
minster Abbey " is a very impressive sketch of tihtse
funeral of Sir James Outram ; it is
worthy
oist said that
subject, in the tone which it adopts—it
ter on of buried
he has passed with the great .
muster
euneed no longer be
heroes, and the tongue of phrseisva
various groups that
still. After enumerating
division mentioned is
stsoedthtehamtidahy,
that
stood
thatorfotuhnedwthesetnibiienro,tethr
It is suggested
of the
F ty dead,
slauseth
great a cerenma
national
a al
ti e t their minds
likewise in their
to go
tvviacesaotui°asnlyg.paacnocivdTuehirrefdouroelthan that taught at several
intl°lie.cgaradvveallof.
of self-reliance, "and
which the youth of this country can said,
we
this smdaeyp departed es du r
ewtahrar
that
warrior,
ere thatw
wasnot a boy on that day
in the old abbey who will not he the betterfor theay
thought of what the brave true-hearted man there
laid in the grave had done, and what he had earned
without any other help than that of his own man-
hood; not a boy there present who will not fight
the battle of life with more strenuous purpose, and
with more abiding resolution, for having been per-
mitted to throw a green wreath of early hope and
young fresh love and admiration upon the bier of
James Outram." " Revelations of Prison Life" is
a readable paper, and certainly the light of day is
needed in these abodes to disclose, not the deeds of
darkness, but of mistaken kindness and ill-judged
lenity. It is said that many new "dodges" are in-
vented in prison, and that what college is to the
student the prison is to the thief. " The Mental
Condition of Babies" is a suggestive essay, that will
be interesting to parents, and furnish mat-

You will go back to England before your youth is past,
Then bless them all from me Nedf
You will see the sheltered valley where their happy lot is
east :
and kiss my mother and
Nell,
And bid them think of mo kindly, for in truth I loved them
well.

And the pleasant English valleys, and the lames Bo green
and cool,
The mossy well and the gateway, the trees beside the pool—
All the dear old places that I shall never see,
Oh, greet them all and bless them a thousand times from
me I"

The St. James's Magazine.

The story of Aubrey Marston is continued in
this number, and leaves the hero in a somewhat
invidious position. He seems to be very unfit to
cope with the schemers who surround him. The
author of " Whitefriars," also proceeds with the
tale of " Madeline Graham," in her usual graphic
fashion, at considerable length. The attractions of
the magazine are not, however, restricted to fiction,
for we have several interesting papers founded on
fact. Two fair French ladies of singular fortune,
and celebrated attractions, are memorialised. "Our
Lady of Thermidor," is the title of a paper which
recounts the N, aried adventures of the beautiful Ma-
dame Tallien, to whom many a despairing captive
owed his life in the dark days of the Reign of
Terror. The fourth number of "Royal Favourites"
tells the mournful story of Gabrielle d'Estrees, the
fascinating inamorata of Henry the Fourth of
France. Another article devoted to the fair sex is
founded on Mr. Woodhead's pleasant volumes on
Christina of Sweden. " English Journalism in
France" is an interesting narrative of the difficul-
ties attending the Fourth Estate among our Con-
tinental neighbours. The lovers of horrors will be
well supplied when they have perused " A Tiger
Story," and " My American Wolfhound"—the
former containing a warning to all amateur Van
Amburghs, and the latter relating a dismal episode
of a backwoodsman's experience. There are several
short poems, of which " Faio Love," by Ning-
wood Clare, is the best.

London Society.
This magazine has a full right to devote itself to
the hours of relaxation. It is always sprightly and
entertaining, plentifully illustrated, and amusingly
written. We must in loyalty first notice the pic-
torial embellishments, since the frontispiece gives us
a very charming portrait of her Royal Highness the
Princess of Wales in her bridal dress, and we find
at the end of the number some graceful tran-
scripts of the triumphs of Danish embroidery which
have adorned her trousseau. A faithful history of
the events of Easter Monday on Brighton Downs
is given with several illustrations—the author and
artist bearing th. suspiciously spprop-lato n?.mco of
Jack Easel, and F. Skill. " Society in a
Flat" gives a very humorous account of the
troubles of a hapless matron who rashly lodged
herself and her three boys over the heads of testy
bachelors, artists of unsettled habits, and companies
whose secretaries and attendants shrunk into thin
air, leaving the much enduring " third pair "to open
the door to their errands. A fine portrait of Wm.
Mulready, the eminent painter, is pre fixed to an in-
teresting sketch of his career. " A Word for the
Dogs" has some very sensible observations on dog
shows, which we should advise all intending exhi-
bitors to read before sending their canine friends
on such an expedition. "About Flowers and their
Fashions--Old and New," is a pleasant paper on
a pleasant subject. The illustration by Noel Hum-
phreys is graceful enough to bring the pretty fender
basket into immediate fashion. University boat
races seem in high favour with the editor, for they
reappear in no less than three forms. We have a
clever parody on Macaulay's " Ivry," lamenting the
victory of Oxford in the twentieth encounter of
oars between the universities; a Cambridge story
entitled " Why our boat did not make its Bump,"
and a general article on the subject of University
races in general, "The Heiress of Ellington" is
brought to a happy termination of her troubles, and
"The Londoner's Spring" receives a grateful
tribute.

ITemple Bar.
"John Marchmont's Legacy" is continued at
some length, and in this instalment some exciting
events are introduced. Pd card is about to leave
for India, and Paul Marchmot:t is working out his
ends by tampering with Olivia. It is evident that
in the next portion of this narrative we shall comel
to a crisis. This story is quite of the sensation class,
and and like its predecessors, it will doubtless attain
in
against t
a short paper that takes up the cudgels
idea
that an
great success. " The Social Position of Ar.tis s
he
Saturday Review. It upholds the
di
nity,
and not
actor should be tenacious of
ehto'af g
their profession.
abnegate their dignity, becaus
so is Lord Derby, but
whthoaatttenmobplteedpaeneyr
Who ale ivte.
" They are before the public,•
owwfatnhose
back-slapping familiarity
n ~
there is much to de•
bleschauouseldhbeeissOarrpyu
btolihcOnie nt
a hands
o,e,
serverested in this subject. Breakfast and Bed" IS
continued—this time it treats of a " Remarkable
Dog.„ "The Bayard of India" '
notice at the.
career of Outram. It is eloquentlyis a paper on the
said at the last
"His character is told in hiB deeds;lP
with humanity for his a soldier
watchword, a dip.
lomatist with honest for his
y
motto. He waili
in private life
exactly what nu • ght be ex•
petted from his public
his family and friends career. In the society of
the Bheels, the he was still the liveliest a
, crusader against Kusput, and all
hero of Luckno "w. This article is well deserving
of attention. Its theme
is one that must attract all
readers—a brave man, who is the honour of hies
country, and a hero who has adorned his profcs.
don. " The Trials of the Tredgolds" is continued
at considerable length, and several important occur-
rences take place. It is a curious thing to notice
that in two stories in this magazine a railway acci-
dent is brought in at the conclusion. Tho sensa-
tion style of rwriance is so similar in its events that
there is no occasion for m riters to be so indignant
.
at the supposition f their startling incidents
grs
copied. The fact is, all the tragic circu
intst con-
daily life are pressed into the service o
f these
hence t as there
cotters of the horrible And terrible;
same class, they must
are so many writers of the s
f 0 A
japanned
need come in contact sometimes.
Article" and "Trial by Jury"
are noticeable among
the remaining contents of this periodical.

Good IVords.

continua.
Good Words has now a recognised place among,
the monthly serials, and moreover that place is in
a high rank. The number before us is as usual
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-1 ter for speculation to those /who;'
~ 9:lA7k,
struse subjects. After many littetlia2iirT,-1: w,
sidered it is said in conclusion 04 ikit4o4ll-. ,:. o'4
Plato's notion_expolunApd by 11.t;:.fAIP /4 ,q
intellectual condition of 4))2p baby niAlietteito-thttt.-", -
of the philosopher, for he has quittekviAiitet _ -
world. "That solemn, silent baby in its niiree's'-'
arms, looking at this world with calm abstracted
eyes, is perhaps resisting our endeavours to make
him
"'Forget the glories he bath irriovn, '. -
And that Imperial palace whenedhs4ouns:
" Maladetta" is the title of some gloomy verses that
point a warning to the giddy and reckless votaries
of sin. It is a solemn thought that for every flaunt-
ing outcast from virtue there are mourning hearts
in some lonely solitude, and anguished spirits to
testify to their cruPl fall. "Homesick" is a melan-
choly poem that truthfully and touchingly tells of
an exile dying in a foreign land. He is spostro-
phising a friend, and speaking of his distant tome,
and the simple joys that he did not prize enough
when he possessed them. Finally, he says—
" They will write when harvest is ended, when nights arc
long anti cool,
And beside the blazing faggots they reckon the weeks to
Yule,
When the golden sheaves are garnered, and the busy Limo
is sped ;
But when the harvest is ended I shall be lying dead.
Iknow where you will lay me, up on the sun-bleached height,
Beside the rusty beacon, where jackals prowl at night.
Oh, if I might rest me in the churchyard green and lone,
Where the neighbours' little children would come and play
on the stone I