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London, England, 1837-04-01 00:00:00

THE PICKWICK PAPERS.-NO. 13.

Boz gives us here some piquant details relative to
the goings on of the Bath footmen, to which city he
has conducted his hero, Mr. Pickwiel:, and his inimi-
table servant Samuel \Yeller. We are not a little sur-
prised at the unabated spirit with which our young
novelist keeps up these delightful characters, who may
be called the Don Quixotic and Sancho of Cockney-
dom. They have not yet flagged for au instant. We
have read hundreds of Cockney sketches—indeed we
meet with something of the sort in every second work
of fiction we take up—but none that display half the
mingled fun and fancy of these by'i3oz. Old Pickwick
is a trump, and as for Sam, he is worthy' to vie with
Madame D'Arblay's Toni Hicks. He is, in fact, a
ereation---a great thing to say in these times, when
there is so much talent but so little genius afloat.
We subjoin an account of Sam's interview with a dig-
nified Bath footman. His reason for " dining early,"
because he finds " that he gets better on at supper
when he does," is a racy touch of characteristic hu-
mour that, we are sure, will be generally appreciated.
It has been objected, we perceive, by some small cri-
tics, to these " Papers," that they are vulgar. If this
be the case, then is Hogarth vulgar—Liston vulgar
—Foote vulgar—Nature herself vulgar—and nothing
genteel but insipid common-place, and polished twaddle.
There is more arrant vulgarity in one fashionable
now], the scene of which is laid at Almack's, than in
all that Boz has ever written, or ever will write. But
we are forgetting our extract :

"Sarn Weller put on his hat in a very easy.and graceful
manner, and thrusting his hands in his waistcoat pockets,
walked with great deliboration to Queen-square, whistling as
he went along, several of the most popular airs of the day, as
arranged with entirely new movements for that noble instru-
ment the organ, either mouth or barrel. Arriving at the num-
ber in Queen-square to which he had been directed, he left off
whistling, and gave a cheerful knock ; which was instantane-
ously answered by a powdered-headed footman in gorgeous
livery, and symmetrical stature.

Is this here Mr. Bantam's, old feller ?" inquired Sam
Weller, nothing abashed by the blaze of splendour which burst
upon his sight, in the person of the powdered-headed footman
with the gorgeous livery.
" Why, young man?" was the haughty inquiry of the pow-
dered-headed footman.

•' 'Cos if it is. jilt you step into him with that 'ere card, and
say Mr. Veller's a waitin', will you, six-foot ?" said Sam. And
saying it, he very coolly walked into the ball, and.sat down.
" The powdered-headed footman slammed the door very
hard, and scowled very grandly, , but both the slam and the
scowl were lost upon Sam, who tr:►s regarding a mahogany
umbrella stand w►th every outward token of critical approval.
" Apparently his master's reception of the card had im-
pressed the powdered-headed footman in Sam's favour, for
when he came back from delivering it, he smiled in a friendly
manner, and said that the answer would ite ready directly.
Werry good," said Sam. " Tell the gond old gen'lm'n
not to put himself in a pesperation. No hurry, six-foot. I've
had my dinner."

" You dine early, Sir," said the powdered-headed footman.
" I find I gets on better at supper when I does," replied
Sam.

" Have you been long in Bath, Sir ?" inquired the pow-
dered-headed footman. "-I have not had the pleasure of
hearing of you before."
" I haven't created any very surprisin' sensation here yet,"
rejoined Sam, " for me and the other fash'nables only come,
last night." 6
Nice place, Sir," said the powdered-headed footman.
" Seems so," observed Sam.
" Pleasant society, Sir," remarked the powdered-headed
footman. " Very agreeable servants, Sir."
" I should think they wos," replied Sam. " Affable, unaf-
fected, say. nothin-to-nobody sort o' Niers."
" Oh, very much so, indeed, Sir," said the powdered-headed
footman, evidently taking Sam's remark as a high compliment.
`` Very much so indeed. Do yon do ants thing in this way,
Sir ?" inquired the tall footman, producing a small snuff-box
with a fox's head on the top of it.'
" Not without sliming," replied Sam.
" Why, it is difficult, Sir, I confess," said the tall footman.
"It may be done by degrees, Sir. Coffee is the best prac-
tice. I carried coffee, Sir, for a long time. It looks very like
rappee, Sir."

" Here a sharp peel at the bell reduced the powdered-
headed footman to the ignominious necessity of putting the
fox's head in his pocket, and hastening with a humble coun-
tenance to Mr. Bantam's study.' By the by, we scarcely
ever knew a man who never read or wrote either, who hadn't
got some small back parlour which he would not call a study.
" There is the answer, Sir," said the powdered-headed foot-
man. " lam afraid you'll find it inconveniently large."
" Don't mention it," said Sam, taking a letter with a small
enclosure. " It's just possible as exhausted natur may manage
to surwive it."
_ _

" I hope we shall meet again, Sir," said the powdered-
headed footman, rubbing his hands, and following Sam out to
the door-step.
" You are wery obligiu', Sir," replied Sam. " Now, doii't
allow yourself to be fatigued beyond your powers, there's a
amiable bein.' Consider what you owe to society, and don't
let yourself be injured by toe much work. Fur the sake o'
your feller erectors, keep yourself as quiet as you can ; only
think what a loss you would be." With these pathetic words,
Sam Weller departed.
ter milalnr.tlNlNaTteller that," sail
a countenance
‘.
the powdered.
headedA footman,"Avery sing singularlooking
younga
which clearly showed he could make nothing of him. Sam
said
;ion of countenance which shook his head, smiled,
I,vinkendotahgiraigin
;atansili l.wittleanweixn.lfweetsl
seemed to denote that he was greatly amused with something
or other, walked met rily away."

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
Simphin and Marshall.
This is the best Number of a pericdieal, second
to none of its Contemporaries iu point of literary
th4t has yet attracted our notice. All the
atticle4•---with the exception of the first and ninth

which are political, and the last which relates to a local
theological controversy—T.are as varied as interesting,
and as good in every respect, as any reader of taste
could desire them to he. The review of " Anster's
Xeniola" has filled us with a lively desire to possess
ourselves of a work, which—judging from the extracts
quoted in the columns of our Dublin contemporary
can scarcely fail to become popular among that class of
readers whose approbation is the choicest.reward of
genius. We can barely make room for a few lines from
the " Elegy ;" which lines we hesitate not to class
among the most chaste and touching that we remem-
her ever to hare read :

" Oh, who art thou, that, v.ith weak words of comfort,
Would'at bid the mourner not to weep ?—woultrat win
The cheek of sorrow to a languid smile?
Thou dna: not know with what a pious love
Grief dwells upon the dead l--thou dost not know
With what a holy teal Grief treasures up
All that recalls the past I—when the dim eye
Rolls objectless around, thou dost not know
What forms are •floating o'er the mourner's soul !
Thou dost not know with what a soothing art
Grief, that rejects man's idle consolations,
Makes to itself companionable friends
Of all, that charmed the dead ! her robin still
Seeks at the wonted pane his morning crumbs,
And, surely, not less dear fur the low sigh,
His visit wakes I—and the tame bird who loved
To follow with gay wing her every step,
Who oft, in playful fits of mitniery,
Echoed her song, is dearer for her sake !
The wind, that from the hawthorn's dewy blossoms
Brings fragrance, breathes of her I—the moral lay,
That last she loved to hear, with deeper charm
Speaks to the spirit now !—even these boa notes,
Breathed o'er her grave, will sink into the-soul,
A pensive song that Memery will love
In pensive moments.
" Mourners, is there not
An angel, that illumes the house of mourning ?
The Spirit of the Dead—a holy image,
Shrined in the soul—for ever beautiful, •
Undimmed with earth—its tears—its weaknesses—
And changeless, as within the exile's heart
The picture oT his country ; —there no cloudS
Darken the hills—no tempest sweeps the,vaLe,_
And the loved forms, he never more must meet,
Are with him in the vision, fair, as when,
Long years ago, they clasped his hands at parting !
Richard Brinsiey -Sheridan, the celebrated wit, dra-
matist, and orator—we cannot call him a statesman--
makes his appearance this month in the " Gallery of
Illustrious Irishmen." The list of portraits would be
imperfect without this great name, and therefore we
are glad to finds it included among those whose genius
has reflected honour upon their native country ; but
Moore has so ably discharged the duty' of Sheridan's
biographer, that we could be satisfied with a less ela-
borately finished likeness than we anticipate from the
careful outline here presented to us. Many of the
writer's theories are more ingenious than sound ; and
several of his deductions from facts startle by their no-
velty rather than convince by any innate evidence of
their truth. But on the whole, the sLtch is vigorously
conceived, and boldly and faithfully executed.

The Rev. Illackihorn 111‘Flairs autobiographer—
as the worthy cousin of his deceased Reverence styles
himself—has kept us so long waiting for the second
chapter, that we are half inclined to be angry with
him. This he is welcome to interpret as.an earnest of
our good opinion, which, if we be not greatly mistaken
in him, he can only forfeit by neglecting to make his
appearance regularly every month in these pages. His
humour is as genuinely Irish as it is abundant. The
‘.‘ Convicts of Lisnamona,” by the author of " Traits
and Stories of the Irish Peasantry," is continued in this
Number ; it is characterised by that pc;rfect knowledge
of Irish habits, manners, feelings, and superstitions,
which, independently of a refined delicacy of sentiment,
rarely met with in sketches of such 11E11111)12 pretension
—constitutes the great charm of all Mr. Carleton's
tales, The Political articles we pass over—as we shall
continue to do when noticing this periodical—in silence.
We can tolerate ultra-Toryism, when accompanied by.
such Juminotis evidences of distinguished literary merit.

THE ASIA7IC JOURNAL.
Allen and Co.

The second part of " Dr. Loewe's Critical Essay
on the Origin of the Egyptian- Language" forms the
opening article in the " Asiatic Jcornal" for April.
The learned in the grammatical nicities of Oriental
literature owe a debt of gratitude to the celebrated
author for the deep and patient research which he has
employed to discover the common origin of the two
most ancient written languages in the would—the
Egyptian and the Hebrew. There arc many sweet
lines, and sWeeter ideas scattered over the '" Flowers
for Poets' Graves ;" but there are none of them which
would not suffer by being transplanted to 'our columns.
Inchi Sedin the Pirate," is a stirring tale, written by
.some person well acquainted with Indian life. We
expect to see it followed by, others, with this qualifica-
tion, however—that we would prefer a little more
character in the delineation of the actors, and a great
deal less sentiment. The " Wife" is a clever tale, and
apparently sketched from the life. The " Non-inter-
vention System" is a political article on the British
system of governing India, which we recommend to
the consideration of all who take a lively interest in
this very important question.' For our own part our
opinions upon it. have been so often expressed that we
consider it altogether unnecessary t 6 repeat them in an
-analysis of a paper, which cannot fail to attract general
attention. The intelligence for the Month is arranged
with all the care that distinguishes what is usually called
" the getting up" of this well arranged periodical.

THE MONTHLY REPOSITORY.
Charles Fox.

The. translation of 'Hoffinan's " Nutcracker,"—an
author not unknown to the readers of the Repository—
has contributed an ingenious criticism on the character
of Shakspeare's lago, in which he traces the crimes
of that extraordinary. villain to his excessive jealousy,
which he maintains exceeded in intensity the passion
of Othello. The idea is not a novel one. We well
remember that the first time we ever saw Othello per-
formed, we left the, theatre with a similar impression
on our mind, and on communicating it to persons of
more experience and nicer discrimination than our-
selves, we were astonished to find it controverted.
Our first impression, however, has remained un-
changed to the present hour. But though the matter
of this criticism be not only unobkctionable, but ex-
cellent, yet the manner is far from agreeable to us
We detest the entire phraseology of the phrenologists,
the whole school of whom we regard as a set of bab-
bling quacks. Of all humbugs the most ridiculous
is' -the pretended science of " bumps," and
" craniums ;" and we can scarcely look at the
juggling terms " combativeness," " secretiveness,"
" acquisitiveness," even in a book, without ex-
periencing a something bordering on an inclina-
tion to fling it behind the fire. The article on the
Civil War in Spain, will raise a host of enemies
against the Hon. and Gallant Member for West-
minster. The writer, who was an eye-witness of what
he relates, sketches the hardships and sufferings of the
Legion—the cruel treatment of the men by their own
officers—the floggings to which men and women—aye,
women—were subjected, on the bare breech—by order
of the Provost-Marshal—with an earnestness which
cannot fail to make a powerful impression on the
public mind. The zeal with which we have uniformly
supported the cause in which General Evans is en-
gaged—the many tributes which we have paid, and
the many more which we hope to have opportunities of'
paying, to the personal gallantry of that brave officer—
remove from us all suspicion of heing eager to give
credit to the calumnies of the organs of Toryism. But
the charges here preferred arc of the gravest nature,
and, if questioned, the author oiFers to authenticate
them. In tile general opinions of the writer, with
respect to the conclusion of 'the war, we are inclined to

concur. With such native Generals -as the Queen
has now in the Basques,_ the war can never be termi-
nated. A strong French force of occupation, and a
solemn decree of the Cortes, re:Aoring their ancient
privileges to the Basque peasantry, would soon stop
the effusion of blood, and put an end -to the Retell»
der's power in Spain. The " It'fleman's Wife," is
not without pathos ; hot ahogolitl it i (Inc of the
thousand and one that demand our notice every month,
and—are overlooked and forgotten. The critiNi
notices are rather brief, but they lit,: (=Any and con •
seientioudy written.

THE RAIL-47AV MAGA 2 INF.

! ~=t'.: .

Th's i,i a well conduo:j workr enthraoing the
pr:ncipics and the dettllis varioto 4.llprovetnews
in iocommiun ;. and accompanied by able and irnpar.
t:al strictures on the many Hallway speculations tt)
which their originators invite the consideration of Par-
liament. To speak of its contents in detail is what
cannot be expected of us.. The first article, however,
on the resistance of Locomotive Engines in use on
Railways, from the French of M. de Pam!)our, is so
riflete with new matter that we consider it a duty to
recommend it to the notice. of engineers.

THE EVANGELICAL REGISTER.
Painter.

not.c• this publication:tner:Ay to express our ap •
r &don of the principles upon r..hich it is conducted
All articles, papers, -s.rid reports of a sectarian charac-
ter are carefully excluded from its columns ; and only
such are inserted as cannot possibly give offence to
any believer in revealed religion. This is an admirable
feature hi such a work, and ought to procure for.it a
most extensive patronage.

THE MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Sherwood and Co.

This Number, in addition to more than the usual
average of very clever articles,- is embellished with a
handsome portrait of Andrew Jackson, late President
of the United States. The countenance is open, the
forehead high and massive, the brows arched and project-
Mg, and the lips compressed, gi% ing to the lower part of
the race the expression of great firmness and prudence.
Accompanying the portrait ►s a b►ograph►cal not►ce
chiefly compiled from the !att. William Colthett's life
(;f that distinguished Republican. " City Sketches,
ly; an Old Citizen," are excellent. The writer has a
f►incl of dry caustic liti:uour, which 112 knows how to
employ with great advantage.:! The '' Baron Court of
Little Brought-.n, by the Ghost of Swift," is in very
different style from anything the witty Dean wrote
while in the Iles!►. But that may doubtless be ac-
counted fur by having regard to the principles which
may be supposed to govern the literary labours of
ghosts. The " Miseries of
,a Portrait Painter," is a
capital sketch, by no means to() highly coloured. The
other articles possess the average merit of respectable
magazine literature. The book ❑ogees are very care-
fully written. They reflect credit' on the taste Of the
Editor.