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London, England, 1830-04-10 00:00:00

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vernment, it appears,, do not consider this to be sufficient,
and,
to pee gallon ; therefore,
propose to increase the duty on British
spirits
the effect of which increase of
duty will be to prohibit the use of grain spirits in England,
and to grant to the West India Planters the immense pri-
vilege.of exclusively sup plying that market with spirits
Made from the refuse oft ugat7,.--an article, from the pro-
duction of which this country eerives no benefit.
If this ditty is sought to be laid on British spirits Ity
C;Overninent on the score of drAnkeeness and immorality,
'ill not these, we may ask, be clually promoted by the
%creased and increasing cileapneiss of rum, to the total
destruction of the home distiller, and ths.ough him to the
great injury of the egricuLturist? And tht,' great import-
ance of the distilleries to the prosperity k)f agriculture
forms a most essential part of the questior,•• The con-
sumption of corn by the distillers in the United King-
dom new
amounts (by computation) to 1,40(.1,000 quar-
ters annually.
The distillery consequently affo. rds a ready
and acne market for a large portion of th a crop of
barley, and particularly for all descriptions , of in-
ferior or damaged barley, which being 1 infit for
naltmg, would otherwise in a great met %sure be
lost to the growers. In the course of Ihe pre-
sent and preceding seasons, barley of this description,
amounting to many hundred thousand quarters, h as found
a market through this channel, which in other circum-
stances would have been left useless in the hands s of the
growers. Scotch distillers do therefore most at tlemnly
entreat an earnest consideration of the situatl on in
Which they and the growers of grain will be placed
by the proposed increase of duty on British a pirits,
unless a corresponding increase shall be also nit de on
the duty on rum, so that both parties may be on a
footing of equality.

_ CLOUDESLEY, 3 VoLs.—LONDON, 1830.

A new tale, from the pen of Mr. God win,
cannot fail to excite attention and command' re-
spect. The author of those magnificent ficti( ms,
" Caleb Williams" and " Saint Leon"—we say no-
thingof his" Fleetwood"or " Mandeville," for tl ley
are elaborate failures—cannot put pen to pal )Cr
without producing something that shall inaprcive
and benefit mankind. In delineating the woi k-
ings of crime—in developing the secrets and t he
hidden springs of passion—in pointing out t he
various ways, all tending to the same salutary
end, in which remorse operates upon differeut
individuals, on the high-born, refined, sensitiv,e
patrician, the creature of art, or on the strong -
minded, plain-spoken plebeian, the child o f
nature, the champion of truth—in dragging
forth from their inmost depth of conceahnen t
these mysteries of the human heart, Mr. Goa,
win is unequalled among English novelist.s.
Sir W. Scott, unrivalled as he is in various and
benevolent knowledge of character, cantiot com-
pete with him here. The author of " Waverley"
is for the most part content with glancing. over
the surface of passion ; the author of " Caleb
Williams" probes it to the quick. The c'ne
pourtrays character, with the slight, easy, indul-
gent good humoured indifference of the prac-
tised man of the world ; the other anatomizes
and lays it hare, with the curious and some-
What austere and uncompromising minuteness
of the metaphysican. The nearest approach Sir
Walter Scott has yet made to fervent and sustained
Passion is in his matchless " Bride of Lammer-
tiloor ;" but even this, powerful as it confessedly is,
Rill not vie in intensity with the deep workings
of the heart as pourtrayed in " Caleb Williams."
13y the side of Faulkiand, the Master of
Ravenswood must hide his diminished head.
The highest point at which Sir Walter has yet
aimed has been to amuse- He has developed
110 great moral truth, like that which forms the
ground-work of " Saint Leon"—he has thrown
no new light upon the dark and complicated ma-
chinery of passion—he has tracedno one leading
impulse or feeling through its endless windings
round the heart, now in sunshine, now in
gloom, up to the fountain head—his whole ob-
ject has been to amuse, and in this he has suc-
ceeded to a degree unprecedented in ancient or
modern literature. If, however, in the novel
We are to look for something beyond mere
amusement ; if the cautious and accurate de-
velopement of some striking truth, whether in
morals or in intellect, is to be considered a re-
quisite ; if, in short, we are to expect instruction
as well as entertainment ; if the reason as well
as the fancy is to be enchained and led captive
by the novelist, then Sir W. Scott must be con-
tent to take a lower rank than Mr. Godwin. The
dexterous juggler who, by extraordinary sleight of
hand and power of invention, amuses, delights,
astonishes mankind, must not be put in compe-
tition, though he will naturally be the most po-
pular, with the sagacious deep-thinking philo-
sopher, who tasks all his faculties less to entertain
than to instruct his species. Inasmuch as we
prefer thought to fancy, and the display of in-
tense unquestionable passion, to that which
merely lies on the surface of the heart, we prefer
tbe novels of Mr. Godwin to those of Sir W.
Scott. 'they have less of the attributes of genius
about
them ; less variety, less graceful play of
humour,
less showy knowledge of mankind, and
Incomparably less invention ; but they are uni-
fnunly of a higher moral and intellectual character,
and leave a far deeper impression on the mind.
The object of Mr. Godwin's present novel is
to paint the workings of remorse, and the strong
power of love as the chief influential agent of the
moral universe. There is little attempt at in-
cident or description ; the tale depends for effect
onL the masterly way in which the two characters,
ord Danvers and Cloudesley, his valet, are de-
lineated. The Earl is a man naturally of high
and refined feeling, but ambitious and fond
of a title, which weakness induces him to
supplant his nephew (the rightful heir to
the Earldom) and usurp his family honours,
For eighteen years he retains these possessions,
during
b whichperiod he knows not one little in-
terval of
t finds his
repose. He marries, becomes a father,
into the children drop, one after another,
grave, and himself a solitary in his old
age- Borne down at last by such accumu-
lated. visitations ; shuddering at the past, and
doubtful of the future, his mind relents—he
coufesses himself a villain ; restores his estates
to
ma n
thus the rightful owner, and dies. The young
restored, has been brought up from
infaticy
under the care of Cloudesley, Earl Dan-
vers s
.valet, wh
0 was accessary to the usurpa-
tion, but. who, Won by the caresses and affectio-
nateness of
the
boy's disposition, eventually
resolves to befriend him
and secure him his le-
gitimate possessions., The moral to be drawn
from this tale is obvious, it is of a high and
philosophical cast, and cannot but make a salu-

Lary impression on the reader's mind. Our
limits prevent us, as we could have desired,
from going further into detail.

WISMAR ; A TRAGEDY.-LONDON, Iq3o.

We congratulate the author of " Wismar" on
his having produced the most absurd affair in
the shape of a tragedy, that we have read for
some
years. When, however, we say absurd,
we do not mean to say that the thing is conse-
quently unamusing, for the tragic scenes are
richly farcical, and the serious soliloquies divert-
ing to a degree beyond expression. The plot
of this very droll performance is as unique as its
characters. An old peasant who answers to the
baptismal appellation of Wimund, goes one
day to his landlord—a fat Danish Count, hight
Wismar, living on the shores of the Baltic—to
ask him to rebuild his cottage and lower his rent.
The fat Count very sensibly, as we conceive,
replies that he will neither do one nor the other,
and winds up his refusal by calling Wimund an
old dotard. This naturally puts Wimund in a
passion, and he at once tells the story of his
affront to his daughter Edith, who happens to
be soliloquizing on the shores of the Baltic, in
such terms as the following :

" Aiy father's sternness makes the sea seem kind."
On hearing his little anecdote Edith exclaims—

" 011, father, may be the Baron meant it not."
To which very sagacious remark Wirnund replies,

" Could be then call me old dotard by mistake—
n have revenge."

The way in which this wicked man " has re-
venge" is strikingly felicitous, not to say ori-
ginal, The Count, it seems, has two nephews,
Edric and Athulf, one legitimate, the other
gitimate; one a sweet: young man, slim, virtuous,
and pale-faced ; the other a horrible fellow, ugly,
" guilt-enfiended" (as the author quaintly as-
sures us) in his countenance, and wholly de-
livered over to the abominations of iniquity.
Now, what do you think, astounded reader, this
wicked Wimund does to these two young men ?
Why he actually stirs up strife between them,
compels one to kill the other in order that the
Baron I,Vismar's tender sail may be shocked by
the news of his assassination, and is only pre-
vented from sticking the survivor by the season-
able discovery that he has been stuck already.
The upshot is awfully impressive. Just as
Wimund is going to Burke his victim, and has
found him dead, a youth named Florian comes
by and at once takes him up for the murder, and
bawls him off to the fat Count Wismar, who
exclaims on seeing him—

" Wimund, the situation you were found in
Near my poor nephew, with the bloody steer —LA
butcher's steel, we presume].—
" And your known wicked heart, are proofs enough :
I cannot doubt you ars the murderer."
h'is execution follows as a matter of course, and
with an epigrammatic finish that cannot be too
high.ly commended.
Wismar.
" Lay his head on the block. There ! Off with it.
do so.)
Strike•"—( They

Such is the plot of this very peculiar tragedy,
which abounds also in scenes, characters, and
conversations worthy of Bombastes Furioso.
The following is sprightly and vivacious in an
eminent degree. It is impossible to read it
without an admiring simper :

Edrie presentilng Florian.
Brother this is toy friend.
Athulf,
1 wish him joy.
Florio n.

I feel it, seeing Edric's kind rt:ccption
From his fair cousin and his nr)ble sunk.
His brothers,—

Athul f.
I'm his brot her.
Florian,.
So he says—
Else I should scarce have guen it.
Athol f.
Hera? Indeed?
(Aside.) I don't much like th is fellow. (Aloud.) You are
a wit, sir.
Florio

Oh, no.
Edric
Indeed you do preteni l to be one.

Brother, you're-right. He seta up for a wit.
I hope you'll find him an amu ;ing animal.
Athu lf.
Ne doubt, when I've the hone ur of his acquaintance,
I shall. But now, good morning. (Exit.)

Wisrn •sr.
WI Al, you see
Your brother is not alter'd, Ei lrie.

kfdri c.
) my Lord.