The Sun.
London, England, 1830-04-01 00:00:00

BENEFICIAL ADVICE.

"Mr. Rushworth, a younger brother of a highly re-
spectable family, after finishing, his education at college,
entered the army, and was with the regiment in the Isle of
Wight, where he became very intimate with Mr. after-
wards Lord Holmes; who, one day, in conversation in-
quired why he did not make his fortune by marriage. Mr.
rtushworth, who was a very handsome man, and gallant to
an excess (so much so that he actually submitted to have
a tooth extracted, that Miss Trefusis, who was suffering
with the tooth-ache, and would not submit to the opera-
tion, until she had seen it performed on another person,
might have the demonstration she desired), replied, that he
had not as yet taken that subject into consideration ; and
Mr. Holmes, by way of exciting his attention snore parti-
cularly, advised him to run away with the daughter of
one of his aeighours, who was very rich, and to whose
property she was the heiress. Mr. Rushworth promised
to give the conversation due consideration, and as the idea
had been started by his friend, he did hot see why he might
not profit by the hint he had received.
" The lady to whom he was thus urged to propose, was
rich, handsome, and an only child; but Mr. Holmes had
also an only daughter, who was still lovelier, and heiress
to greater wealth ; and Mr. Rushworth thought as be had
determined to follow the advice of his friend, he might at
the same time follow the dictates of his own inclination,
and therefore he took the first opportunity of speaking to
Miss Holmes on the subject of love. She heard him com-
placently, and consented to receive his addresses, though
Mr. Holmes bad nut the least suspicion that he was
following his advice so closely. In a short time, the
young lady learned from her lover, the scheme which
had been suggested by her father, and as he urged her
to put it in execution, she saw no harm in consenting
to take a trip to Gretna with him, instead of allowing
the lady her father had so kindly recommended to him as
a travelling companion, to fill up a seat in a post-chaise ;
and every preliminary having been arranged, and their
passage to Southampton secretly secured, Miss Holmes
feigned indisposition at the dinner-hour, and while the
family were partaking of this meal, guided by her lover,
she had reached the packet-boat, and was on her way to
Southampton. _ _

" In the evening, as Miss Holmes did not make her ap-
pearance, her mother retired from the company to attend
the wants and wishes of her daughter,—but no daughter
was to be fuund or heard of; and, in the first moment of
alarm, she hastened to inform Mr. Holmes of her fears.
He was a man of very strong sense, and, for the brat
time, suspecting the truth, he sent messengers in every
direction to seek Mr. Rushworth. The search was in
vain : Mr. Holmes was satisfied what turn matters had
taken, and without a moment's delay took boat and fol-
lowed them to Southampton.
" Miss Holmes was not above seventeen, and very
girlish-looking of her age, though exceedingly handsome.
It was her custom to take a ride daily, in company with
the friends and numerous visitors of the family; and, on
the morning of her elopement, she had, as usual, taken
leave of her mother, with her general salution of, Good
bye, I am going to ride out with Rush, and the rest.'
During this ride the arrangement was made, and Mr.
Holmes now perceived that his advice bad not been thrown
away on his young friend.

fugitives reached London without opposition, hut
owing to the obstinacy of Miss Holmes, who protested she
would not stir a step further, until a regimental habit was
made for her, their progress was interrupted by the arrival
of her father, who had traced them closely from stage to
stage, and eventually obtained, by the garrulity of his
tailor, of whom the habit had been ordered by some unac-
countable chance, a clue to their temporary retreat in the
metropolis.
"The scene between Mr. Holmes and Rushworth was
not of that description which generally takes place at the
first meeting of the opposite parties on similar occasions.
Neither of the gentlemeri,could help smiling, and Rush-
worth, first breaking silence, said, I have only followed
your advice.' I acknowledge it,' replied Mr. Holmes,
' but hear me, Rushworth, you have taken away my
daughter, and must either return or proceed : the decision
rests with yourself. Ifyou persist in marrying her now,
not one shilling shall ever be yours or hers—if you will
take her back, and wait twelve months longer, she shall
be your wife with my free consent.' The latter proposi-
tion was instantly agreed to, and the party proceeded to-
gether to the Isle of Wight."

FAMILY CLASSICAL LIBRARY.—LoNnox, 1830.

This, which forms the second volume of
Xenophon, consists of the Hon. Mr. Cooper's
translation of the Cyropradia, one of the most
fascinating histories ever penned. The volume
is neatly printed, and does credit to the Valpy
Press.

SYNOPSIS OF FRENCH GRAMMAR.
LONDON, 1830.

A sort of French accidence, upon the plan of
the Eton Latin one, only simpler in its arrange-
ment, and more explanatory in its rules. M.
Merlet, teacher of the French language at the
London University, is the author of this service-
able Grammar.

A HISTORY OF MUSIC. EDINBURGH, 1830.

" The present work," says Mr. William C.
Stafford, the Editor, in a brief but pertinent
Preface, " does not pretend to be a scientific
history of music, but a popular account of the
progress of the art for the use of the many
thousand individuals who now take an interest
in musical subjects, but to whom a learned and
elaborate treatise would offer few attractions."
The volume is precisely what is here described,
a light and entertaining history of the progress
of music from the earliest recorded periods down
to the present times. It forms the Fifty-second
Number of Constable's intelligent Miscellany.

PANORAMA OF THE MAINE.-LONDON, 1830.

To those who desire to glean an accurate
knowledge of the topographical peculiarities of
the river Maine, from Mayence to Frankfort,
we strongly recommend this ingenious Pano-
rama. The different places on the river's banks
are laid do .vn with the minute accuracy of one
of the East India Company's charts, and the
tout ensemble gives a lively idea of the com-
merce and scenic variety of this river.

MAGAZINE DAY.

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE.

The only fault we find with this otherwise
excellent number is its perpetual recurrence to
politics. We have actually no less than five long
articles, all more or less connected with politics,
i t this one number. The consequence is that
there is a heaviness about it which scarcely even
the 64 Nodes," though they are this month ad-
mirable, can relieve. Among the more read-
ahl articles we extract the following from the
pen of the modern Pythagorean :

POETICAL PORTRAITS.
" Orient pearls at random strun
SHAESPEARE.
His was the wizard spell,
The spirit to enchain
His grasp o'er nature fell,
Ci cation own'd his reign.
MILTON.
His spirit was the home
Of aspirations high ;
A temple, whose huge dome
Was hidden in the sky.
BYRON.
Black clouds his forehead bound,
And at his feet were flowers :
Mirth, Madness, Magic found
In him their keenest powers.
SCOTT.
lie sings, and to ! Romance
Starts from its mouldering urn,
While Chivalry's bright lance
And nodding plumes return.
sPENSER.
Within th' enchanted womb
Of his vast genius, lie
Bright streams and groves, whose gloom
Is lit by Una's eye.
WORDSWORTH.
He hung his harp upon
Philosophy's pure shrine;
And placed by Nature's throne.,
Composed each placid line.
WILSON.
His strain, like holy hymn,
Upon the ear doth float,
Or voice of cherubim,
In mountain vale remote.
GRAY.
Soaring on pinions' proud,
The lightnings of his eye
Scar the black thunder-cloud,
He passes swiftly by.
BURNS.
He seized his country's lyre,
With ardent grasp and strong ;
And made his soul of fire
Dissolve itself in song.
BAILLIE.
The Passions are thy slaves ;
In varied guise they roll
Upon the stately waves
Of thy majestic soul.
CAROLINE BOWLES.
In garb of sable hue
Thy soul dwells all alone,
Where the sad drooping yew
Weeps o'er the funeral stone.
HCMANS.
To bid the big tear start,
Unchallenged, from its shrine,
And thrill the quivering heart
With pity's voice, are thine,
TIG HE.
On zephyr's amber wings,
Like thine own Psyche borne,
Thy buoyant spirit springs
To hail the bright-eyed morn.
LANDON.
Romance and high-sourd Love,
Like two comm ngling streams,
Glide through the flowery grove
Of thy enchanted dreams.
MOORE.
Crown'd with perennial flowers,
By Wit and Genius wove,
He wanders through the bowers
Of Fancy and of Love.
SOUTHEY.
Where Necromancy flings
O'er Eastern lands her spell,
Sustain'd on Fable's wings,
His spirit loves to dwell.
COLLINS.
Waked into mimic life,
The Passions round him throng,
While the loud " Spartan fife
Thrills through his startling song.
CAMPBELL.
With all that Nature's fire
Can lend to polish'd Art.,
He strikes his graceful lyre
To thrill or warm the heart.
COLERIDGE.
Magician, whose dread spell,
Working in pale moonlight,
From Superstition's cell
Invokes each satellite !
COWPER.
Religious light is shed
Upon his soul's dark shrine;
And Vice veils o'er her head
At his denouncing line.
TOUNG.
Involved in pall of gloom,
He haunts, with footsteps dread,
The murderer's midnight tomb,
And calls upon the dead.
GRAHAME.
0 I when we hear the bell
Of" Sabbath" chiming free,
It strikes us like a knell,
And makes us think of Thee!
W. L. BOWLES.
From Nature's flowery throne
His spirit took its flight,
And moves serenely on
In soft, sad, tender light.
SHELLEY.
A solitary rock
In a far distant sea,
Rent by the thunder's shock,
An emblem stands of Thee!
J. MONTGOMERY.
Upon thy touching strain
Religion's spirit tali.,
Falls down like drops of rain,
And blends divinely there.
HOGG.
Clothed in the rainbow's beam,
'Mid strath and pastoral glen,
He sees the fairies gleam,
Far from the haunts of men.
THOMSON.
The Seasons as they roll
Shall bear thy name along ;
And graven on the soul
Of Nature, live thy song.
MOIR.
On every gentler scene
That moves the human breast,
Pathetic and serene,
Thine eye delights to rest.
BARRY CORNWALL.
Soft Is thy lay—a stream
Meand'ring calmly by,
Beneath the moon's pale beam
Of sweet Italia's sky.
CRABBE.
Wouldst thou his pictures know,
Their power—their harrowing truth,—
Their scenes of wrath and woe—
Go gaze on hapless " Ruth."
A. CUNNINGHAM.
Tradition's lyre he plays
With firm and skilful hand,
Singing the olden lays
Of his dear native land.
KEATS.
Fair thy young spirit's mould--
Thou from whose heart the streams
Of sweet Elysium roll'd
Over Endymion's dreams.
BLOOMFIELD.
Sweet bard, upon the tomb
In which thine ashes lie,
The simple wildflowers bloom
Before the ploughman's eye.
HOOD.
Impugn I dare not thee,
For I'm of pussy brood ;
And thou wouldst punish me
With pungent hardinoon.
A MODERN PYTHAGOREAN.