The Sun.
London, England, 1837-08-01 00:00:00

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

The great charm of the " Gurney Papers." is the
consummate knowledge of actual life that they show in
every page. Mr. Hook 'seems to be ever on the look
out for character, making shrewd observation supply
the face of fancy. This is the secret of his volumi-
nousness as a novelist; for had he relied, like Sir Walter
Scott, on the various stores of his imagination, he
would have been exhausted long since ; but so long as
this busy, strange world of ours, supplies him with
the materials of character, his pages will never be bar-
ren of novelty. His present chapters are the best he
has yet given us. " Lunacy in France" contains one
or two anecdotes of a deeply interesting nature, told in
the language of unaffected feeling. " A Fragment"
is the dream of an angler who falls asleep near the
river's brink while trolling for trout—than which no-

thing can be more natural, for of all amusements an-
gling is by far the most provocative of slumber. The
dream is neatly told, with the exception of the wind-
up, which is abrupt and clumsy. In the " Confessions
and Opinions of Ralph Restless," th• author, Captain
IVlarryat, expresses a becoming sympathy for all editors
of daily newspapers, observing of them that " they
must have a most onerous task. It is not the writing
of the leading article itself, but the obligation to write
that article every day, whether inclined or not, in sick-
ness or in health, in affliction, distress of mind, winter
and summer, year after year, tied down to one task,
remaining in one spot. It is something like walking a
thousand miles in a thousand hours I" There is little
exaggeration here. Other crafts and professions have
their sunny sides—their redeeming holidays—but the
Journalist has none, for the Press is at work, day by
day, throughout the year. The .‘ Poetry of Early
Rising" is by Conley Webbe, and shows how much
may be made of a hacknied theme by a man of ster-
ling talent. We subjoin the concluding portion of this
Essay, for it is finely conceived, and as finely ex-
pressed :

" Love the town, ye who are town-minded : love the
country, 'the comely country,' as Herrick finely calls, ye who
are sylvan-minded, and love the rural joy,' and the a pastor l
melancholy'—for there is a melancholy in its beauty and its Oh, let the violet-eyed Morning see me her
earliest worshipper I Let the lark warble his gushing grati-
tude in my ear, and draw my eyes from the ground, and, with
them, my soul and its thoughts upwards I Let the bee wind
around me by the woodside ; and the robin see me stand to
look at hire—' the bird which man loves best'—and feel un-
afraid of me ! Let the nightingale—singing in the mornings
and evenings of June—know that a lover of bis passionate
song is listening, all ear,' to him ; and let the blackbird
whistle in the hawthorn at my side, and pause when I approach
him, but, confiding in my gentleness, resume his careless joy I
Let the April rain fly over me, and fall upon me like the dew
on the head of Hermon ; and the struggling sunbeams strike
through the clouds, and pour their sudden flood of sunshine
into my eyes, and, through them, light up and warm the dark-
ness and the coldness of my heart I Let me watch the
smoothing wind whitening over the fields as it wings along;
and let my eyes glitter as they behold the diamond sparkle of
the moonlit waters. Let the dusty-smelling shower come
cooling along the sultry-spreading common; and let the deli-
cious breaths of a thousand wild flowers fall freshly and frag-
rantly upon the pleasant air. Let the daisies—the children's
and child-like Chaucer's daisies—the humble brethren-flowers
of the ennobled daisy of Burns—let them glitter in my path
like golden-faced stars with silvery rays; and let the king..
cups lift up their golden bowls, when the sun has not yet
drained them of their dewy wine 1 Let the serpent-rolling
river play at my feet, lick them with cool tongue, and, harm-
lessly recoiling, glide silently away 1 Let me stand awed but
fearless when the thunder-storm, that elemental war, rages
around me ; and when cloud strikes at cloud, and the strong
concussion shakes the heavens and the earth, and the light-
ning glances momently about me, but hurts me not, nor
makes me feel afraid, let my silence praise Him who speaks
in the thunder, and looks upon his world in the lightning I
Let the darkness slowly shadow me with its wings, when lone-
wandering in the silence and serenity of evening, while yet
the parting glory of the day is shining in my mind--not dark,
though all is darkening round me; and let the bat wheel
suddenly about me in the woodland paths and startle me not ;
and the wood.owl hoot and thrill me with no superstitious
terrors ! Let that preacher of peace to the heart, Nature, in
her seeming rest and slumber-like tranquillity, speak to me,
and find me an attentive listener ; and let the many voices not
audible in the noisy hours of day speak through the silence of
evening, and make their way into my soul. When the flag-
ging clouds are weary of their way, and rest like tired eagles
on the hills, let my spirit rise, renewed with rest, and soar
beyond them, up to heaven; and return laden with joy, and
happy in its lowly home on earth ! Let the solemn shadows
of night overshadow me, and spread no melancholy gloom and
darkness on my mind, still meditating on the thankful lark's
sweet evening-song, so lately heard ; and let me hear him still
as plainly as if singing, though he is silent, and sleeping on
the dewy ground. Let the silence of the fields—as beautiful
as music—speak audibly to my heart, and find it listening, and
full of understanding ; or, if any sound louder than the blind
beetle's hum, the gnat's small minstrelsy,' or the quiet drop-
ping of the dew from leaf to leaf, breaks the deep stillness—
the syncope and solemn pause'—let it be the warbling voice
of Poesy, 'singing a quiet tune.' Let my failing eyes look
clearly upon the beauty of the stars—' the poetry of heaven'—
and visibly and reverently see the holy and the mighty Hand
which hung them in the air in the first night and star-dimi-
nished darkness of the day of the creation of all things, and
now upholds and guides them truly and steadily in their un-
erring course. Let my spiritual eyes pierce through the
blanket of the dark,' and behold the unwasted and the undying
glories of the worlds beyond ' this visible diurnal sphere.'
And, finally, let my last thoughts before I sleep be full of
thankfulness and silent praise ; and tired Nature's sweet re-
storer, balmy sleep,' alight upon my weary brain as silently as
snow falls down on snow, and lap me in unconsciousness.'
So let me live—so let me die ; and I shall not have lived in
vain I"

The " Phantom Ship flags a little this month, by
reason of a dearth of incident, but will, we doubt not,
hoist all sails, and set off on a fresh tack the next.
A Note from the Gentleman who is Ashamed to be
Seen" relates the sufferings of a dandy who shaved off
his eye-brows in mistake for his mustachios. The
conceit is ingeniously worked out. " Perditus Mut-
ton" is clever, as all Jerrold's tales are, and is in a
better and kindlier spirit than usual, Th 9 « Cover-

sazione" contains some clever and discriminating no.
tices of new publications.

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.

" Oliver Twist" bids fair to become a dangerous
rival to the " Pickwick Papers." The chapters this
month arc excellent, especially those Scenes wherein
the knavish old Jew figures—a character strikingly con-
ceived, and executed in a most graphic and vigorous
spirit. Boz here shows that he is something better
than a mere humourist, and affect his readers with fear
and pity, as well as with laughter. " What though
we were Rivals of Yore" is a lively poem from the pen
of Haynes Bayly. We give it at full length
What though we were rivals of yore,
It seems you the victor have proved,
Henceforth we are rivals no more,
For I must forget I have loved.
You tell me you wed her today,
I thank you for telling the worst;
Adieu then ! to horse, and away !
But, hold !—let us drink her health first I
" Alas I I confess I was wrong
To cope with so charming a knight;
Excelling in dance, and in song,
Well- dress'd, debonnaire, and polite!
So, putting all envy aside,
I take a new flask from the shelf;
Another full glass to the bride,
And now a full glass to yourself.
" You'll drink a full bumper to me,
So well I have borne my defeat ?
To the nymphs who the bridemaids will be,
And to each of the friends you will meet.
You are weary ?—one glass to renew ;
You are dozing ?—one glass to restore ;
You are sleeping?—proud rival, adieu
Excuse me for locking the door."
There 's a fee in the hand of the priest
There's a kiss on the cheek of the bride !
And the guest she expected the least
Is He who now sits by her side I
Oh, well may the loiterer fail,
His love is the grape of the Rhine ;
And the spirit most sure to prevail
Was never the spirit of wine.

" Love in the City" contains some rich specimens of
humorous extravagance, modelled on Fielding's im-
mortal tragedy of Tom Thumb. The author is Mr.
Maxwell, to whom we are already indebted for th•
piquant " Stories of Waterloo." The tale entitled
" Three Notches from the Devil's Tail" is a strange,
rambling affair, and is very appropriately dated from
St. Luke's. We have a dim, hazy notion that we
understand it, but are not quite positive. Of one
thing, however, we are certain—namely, that the
writer can do better, for there are many effective
touches in the closing portion of his story. " Mid-
night Mishaps" is a grotesque and clever description
of the nocturnal adventures of a worthy citizen, who
has just retired from trade, and is paying a first visit
to his romantic villa near Hornsey. The incident of
his seizure by the steel-trap of his own setting is irre-
sistible. " Patty Morgan, the Milk-maid's Story" is
ingeniously and facetiously versified by Thomas In-
goldsby, the style of whose humor, being unlaboured,
is always successful. " Nights at Sea" is good, but
the public is growing weary—and no wonder—of

these constantly recurring sea-novels. The illustra-
tions of the Miscellany are two in number : both are
excellent, and both by Cruickshank.

FI?ASEI2' S MAGAZINE.

The new features i❑ the Spanish contest, so mi-
nutely described in the opening article of Fraser, are
no longer discernible. A week has changed the aspect
of affairs in the Peninsula. Don Carlos, who, when
this article was written, threatened Madrid, is now in

full retreat to the Ebro, intent only on regaining his
old fastnesses among the mountains of Guipuzcoa.
" Blue Friar Pleasantries" is by far the pleasantest
article in the present Number. The parody on Barry
Cornwall's celebrated song of " The Sea I" by a
Cockney passenger On board the Drake steamer is
particularly good. 'We extract a " sketch-to-the-life"
passage from the account of Mr. Longpole, the
Borough hop-merchant's dinner party :

" Longpole's toilet being finished he descends to the draw-
ing-room; and, fascinated by the lovely appearance of his
daughter, would fain bestow on her the blessing breathed in
a father's kiss.' Miss 'Livy, however, can ask for such bles-
sings when she requires them ; and such not being the case at
present, she thrusts aside her doting sire, exclaiming, with
matchless simplicity, La, pa! don't rumple me 1' Repulsed
here, the good-tempered Longpole turns to contemplate, with
Mahommedan pride, the ample turban of his wife. And now,
patter, patter, patter, the nursery squad descend into the State
apartment, where, having received an oft-repeated injunction
to be very good,' and ' very quiet,' and to ' look up in peo-
ple's faces when they're spoken to' (and to do a hundred other
things which Nature is pre-determined they shall not do) they
are ranged in due order along the soft settee, with their hands
on their laps, and their little legs hanging down, exhibiting
for the moment a continuous stratum of red shoes, do. of white
socks, do. of Nature's primitive formation, do. of white frock,
pink sash, cherry cheeks, and laughing eyes. But, lo ! this
primeval arrangement is already doomed to give way before
unruly phenomena. Little Billy hasbroken from this ranks to
roll upon the rug ; and is subsequently dismissed for persisting
in certain publications not perfectly consistent with the pro-
fessed use of petticoats.

Billy's roars, as he is carried up to the nursery, are stifled
by the rat-tat-tat-tat of the first corner. Mrs. Longpole as-
sumes her seat and as much self-possession as can be held in
solution by the face when the heart's in a flutter. ' Livy, dear,
hold up.' The door is opened.
66• Mr. and Mrs. Simpkins.'
'‘ How d'ye do, Mrs. Longpole ? Longpole, how are ye?'
6. 6 How d-o-o-o? Mrs. Simpkins, how do-o-o ?'
66 Ver-ry pleasant weather ?'

" , Verry; indeed : glass falling, though.'
" There was some point in the last remark, for Jahn let fall
his waiter, and half Longpole's champagne glasses went with
a smash.

" There was an awful pause, till Longpole triumphed over
the bewilderment of the catastrophe, and got up a laugh at the
coincidence.
" Rat, tat, tat !
44 The Misses Potts,' and afterwards the three Thomp-
sons,' cum multis aliis.
4" How-di-doo ?' There were at least fifty' How-di-doos'
without a single Well, I thank you ;' curiously showing the
vast preponderance of the inquisitive over the communicative.
44 Well, my little dee-ar ? Bless me, how like her mamma.'
4" Nay, d'ye think so ?'
" Bless me ! Tommy ! How he's grown I Ah 1 ill
weeds'—d'ye remember me, my fine fellow ? eh ?—who am I?'
" Answer, my dear—always answer when a gentleman
speaks to you. Don't—you—know ?—don't you remember—
who—gave—you—that pretty little boat you're so fond of ?
Where is you're boat, Tommy ?'
Betty toot it from me.'
" Indeed I—and why did Betty take it from you ?'
" ' Tos I put it in the dravy.'
In the gravy 1'
Esa—m the dwipping-pan.'
" This is a poser 1 Mrs. Longpole endeavours to laugh it
off; but Simpkins resolves to refuse roast meat lest he should
get with it a decoction of boat."

" The Principles of Police, and their Application
to the Metropolis," contains suggestions worthy of the
serious attention of the Secretary of State for the
Home Department. It has often occurred to us that
a class of public inspectors ought to be appointed,
with authority to visit the abodes of the indigent in
London and its vicinity at least once every week,
and to report thereon at stated intervals to the
Government. These inspectors should be ap-
pointed
by each parish, and consist of two or
more medical practitioners, a clergyman, and a church-
warden or overseer. Of course it would be ne-
cessary to guard against any undue infringement of the
liberty of the subject; but that, in our opinion, might
be easily done. We throw out the suggestion for the
consideration of those who may deem the subject not
undeserving of serious reflection. The Reviews of
Cooper's England, and the Tragedies of Bulwer,
Butler, and Harper, belong to a school of criticism
which
no longer Lossesses a strong hold on public
opinion. The mere abuse of a book and its author
is a dirty job which can be better done by the paltriest
scribbler that ever strung commonplaces together in
sentences, than by any person with pretensions to the
feelings of a scholar and a gentleman. Fraser is neither
so interesting nor so vigorous'this month as we have
been in the habit of seeing it.

TAIT'S MAGAZINE.
Simphin and Marshall.
The Earl of Durham's letter to Mr. Russel Bowlhy,
has shaken the faith of the sturdy Radicala, of the
nwth in the immaculacy of his Lordslily's destined

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political career. Our excellent friend Tait expresses
deep regret that his Lordship should have, for the
first time, imagined an obscure or diplomatic style
necessary in speaking to the people, and that too at
a juncture which emphatically called for and would
have vindicated the boldest speech. Ha maintains
that the " Queen and Household Suffrage !" the
" Queen and No Corn Laws !" would have been a
much more appropriate war-cry for the Reformers than
the unmeaning shout of the " Queen and Constitu-

tion !" In this we agree with him, but in nothing
else. Lord Durham is as staunch a Radical now,
and is prepared to make as many sacrifices for the
cause of the people as he ever was. Upon the correctness
of this assertion our Radical friends irt the north may
place the utmost reliance. Turning from politics to
literature, the review of " Lockhart's Life of Scott" is
the most searching that has yet appeared. Acting on the
principle, that dissections of the memory of the illus-
trious dead are necessary to the moral guidance of the
living, Mr. Lockhart has discharged a sacred duty in
publishing the life of Sir Walter Scott ; but withal
a duty in the performance of which it was necessary
to stifle the feelings originating in a strong personal
attachment. From:the following specimen an idea may
be formed of the frankness with which the Reviewer
expresses his opinions—the opinions, be it remem-
bered, of a writer whose admiration of the genius and
domestic virtues of Scott is unbounded
:
Mr. Lockhart's memoir cannot deteriorate the unequalled
beauty of Scott's romances, but it does dispel much of the
charm with which imagination invested their author. In these
volumes we trace Scott, for twenty years in the possession of
a competent patrimony, and in the receipt of an ample official
income, which he lost no opportunity of increasing, involved
in a perpetual, and too often dirty, coil of pecuniary embar-
rassment, originating solely in the desire rapidly to acquire
wealth : not from the rewards of his admirable genius—not
by the fair exercise of his professional talents—but in those
dark and crooked byways upon which no mau of letters ever
entered before. With submission to Mr. Lockhart—who,

being himself at the head of the guild, is the better entitled to
speak of the craft, and who loses no opportunity of taunting
venerable Grub-street, in a tone which in another might seem
insolent or impertinent,—the picture which even his partial
Fencil has traced of his distinguished father-in-law's involve-
ments is as morally degrading, and, to dispassionate observa-
tion, often reveals as much real poverty of spirit, as the entire
annals of Grub-street, from the struggles of Johnson and
Goldsmith, to his own apocryphal tale of a pair of prize
breeches, raced for by two poor authors, under the anspices
of that generous and judicious patron of literature, Mr. Con-
stable. The pressure of want was the animating principle in
both cases—when Elshender Campbell ran with the other
scribe for the coveted integuments, and when Scott and his
partners, under the pinch of necessities in which he should
never have been involved, tried to screw up and overreach
" the crafty" bibliopole, by all manner of false scents and pal-
try arts of bargaining. In the eyes of those illustrious men
of letters whose " souls are like stars, and dwell apart," the

ninciple is the same ; the units expressing the sums and va-
.

lues in question, making the only difference—and that not an
essential one. Sympathy ought, indeed, to flow more freely
with the " poor devils" compelled, by absolute necessity to
meannesses, than with the largely-beneficed, and lavishly patro-
nised author, compromising the dignity of his high calling and of
his personal character only that he might indulge an appetite for
a few more acres of soil, and a childish taste for collecting what
to him should h►ve seemed trash. His original tastes appear to
have been simple and manly, his personal habits were all admira-
ble ; and yet, from the first dawn of his prosperity to the close
what became a weary life, he contrived to make himself the
victim of low ambitious and factitious tastes. It is in vain for
Mr. Lockhart to fix blame on any one else, and try to find
causes for the misadventnres of Scott's life in the Ballantynes.
He never had an enemy, save himself. His career—save for
his own miscalculations, originating in that eager grasping
after gold, after apples of Sodom, which so often overreaches
itself, and brings its own punishment—was eminently pros-
perous." _ _

" Who governs ? A Tale of the Back Stairs,"
gives us some insight into the intrigues of the French
Court during the reign of that cold-hearted systematic

libertine Louis XV. In the love affair of Colas and
Pauline there is abundance of simplicity, but it is
true to nature. The tale is well told, and will be read
with delight. The " Sorcerer's last Chaunt" is want-
ing in harmony of numbers, but is withal a very plain-
tively beautiful production. 0. P. Q.'s letter from►
Paris consists of a series of criticisms on works of art

—a few of them very happy, and at the present mo-
ment very appropriate. Taken as a whole, Tait is
excellent this month—better indeed than for any month
of the three immediately preceding August.

THE DUBLIN UNIVEI?SITY. MAGAZINE.
Sinaphin and Marshall.

The " Poetesses of our Day" is the first of a series
of criticisms which, if regularly continued, will add
much to the deserved literary popularity of this perio-
dical. The• contemplations introductory are worthy
of Anthony Poplar, in his happiest moods of inspi-
ration. To Felicia Hemans the first place is assigned
—and most deservedly. The " Bribed Scholar," by
Edward S. O'Brien, is concluded in this Number ; it
rather falls short of our expectations. " Lockhart's
Ltfe of Scott," " North's Life of Lord Guildford,"
and " Gordon's Poems," are reviews of works already
before the public. The other articles are of a local
political nature:and though interesting to Orangemen
and out-and-out Tories, they are,not of a character to
be much regarded by the more sensible portion of the
British people.

THE UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL. Colburn.
" Saturday Night at Sea in 1837," very happily

illustrates the feelings with which our old veterans re-
gard the changes that have taken place in the Naval
Service since they manned the " Wooden walls of
Old England." Ben's horror at the idea of tea for
grog, a cropped poll for a powdered pigtail, and a cigar
for a pipe, is pourtrayed in colours of which we admit
the fidelity. The " Original Facts" relating to the pre-
caution taken by Napoleon to prevent assassination are
as striking as they are novel, and there are incidents re-
lated in connection with them, which place the charac-
ter of that extraordinary man in a point of view in
which it has not yet been studied. The sketches of
naval life under the head of the " Drumstick Club,"
are continued in this Number with increasing freshness
and vigour. The other papers are equally good in their
way ; but more exclusively addressed to gentlemen be-
longing to the naval and military services.

The remainder of the Magazines must be postponed
!1 to-morrow.

LITERATURE.

LECTURES ON EUROPEAN CIVILIZATION.
By M. GUIZoT. London, Macrone, 1837.
Between the theoretical and the practical States-
man there is relatively the same difference of position
as there is between the spectator of a battle, standing
on a lofty eminence, surveying the deadly struggle at
his feet, and the actual belligerents. The spectator,
calm and collected, with no obstacle to intercept his
view of the entire space occupied by the contending
armies--taking in at a glance the proximate and re-
mote advantages of a movement and a blow—bt•holds
with surprise and indignation the blind impetuosity,
inertness, groundless panics, and ill-timed offensive
and defensive movements, by which a triumph is jeo-
pardied, or a defeat sustained. He forgets that the
actual belligerents, from the nature. of their position,
want those advantages which he possesses for the
guidance of the judgment—that they arc fighting, as
it were, in the dark, and know nothing of the dispo-
sition of the enemy's rear, and the strength of his re-
serves. But conduct the spectator blindfold into the
hottest part of the field, and invite him to head one or
other of the contending hosts ; and—notwithstand-
ing his previous conceptions of the facility with which
a victory might be gained—it is twenty to one
but he will be guilty of blunders as egregious, and of
errors as fatal, as were committed by any of his prede-
cessors. The horizon, which before seemed un-
bounded, is narrowed to the limits of the immediate
theatre of action ; the instruments which it was
thought a breath would impel onward with incalculable
velocity, are discovered to require an immense moral
power to keeper em constantly in a, slow motion ; the

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struggle, are substituted for philosop ;143ppesiof
the happy results of rictory even to t
and, in a word, a thousand annoyances, difikiatgelgAid'-‘
dangers, real and imaginary, harass and perplex the
understanding, as well as vitiate the moral feelings of
the commander, of which the spectator formed no
idea, and for which he made no allowance. It is pre-
cisely the same with respect to theoretical and actual
Statesmanship ; and this accounts for the discrepancy
between the doctrines of M. Guizot as a Lecturer and
a Philosopher—as a theoretical Statesman—and his
conduct as a Member of the French Cabinet. In the
abstract, M. Guizot is without question one of the
ablest Statesmen in Europe. There is no man for
whom a political movement has fewer terrors—who,
placed at a sufficient distance from it, could better
direct it for the well-being of society. His mind
is a panorama into which he has only to look
for the effect of which way demonstration of po-
pular power, weakness, suffering, intelligence, and in-
dignation, have had upon the moral and physical con-
dition of mankind. A knowledge of history is not
simply an acquirement—it is a portion of the intellec-
tual being of M. Guizot. But of how little avail his
immense stores of information—his perfect familiarity
with the theory of the best and most civilizing modes
of conducting the Government of a great nation—have
been to him in a Ministerial capacity, we have a sad
existing, and historically regarded, an imperishable
proof in the laws of September !
Of M. Guizot's works no portion have attracted
such universal attention as his Lectures on European
Civilization. This will surprise no person who has
read them. They are superior to any ever before de-
livered on so important a subject—so complete that
they leave nothing further, of a general nature, to be
expected or desired. What we look for after reading
them, is a course of Lectures on the Civilization of
each of the several States of Europe after the man-
ner of his admirable work on the civilization of France
—a work which we trust will soon be presented to the
British public through the medium of a good trans-
lation.

M. Guizot commences his history of the progress
of European civilization with the downfall of the Ro-
man empire, and traces it through all the forms of Go-
vernment that since then have influenced the progress
of society. The great difference between ancient and
modern civilization he makes to consist in the guidance
of the former by a single principle, whereas the latter
is under the direction of several, many of which are in
a state of perpetual conflict. Civilization itself he re-
cognizes as the combined progress of man and of so-
ciety—of the individual and the community. These
two facts are included in it, and their action and re-
action upon each other are as unceasing as they are
uniform in their results. 'Whatever adds to the social
happiness of man will in time improve his individual
faculties ; and on the other hand, whatever tends to
cripple his energies, mental or physical, as an individual
will sooner or later produce social degeneration. This
is happily instanced in the following passage:—
" When any one undergoes a moral change, when he
acquires an idea, a virtue, or an additional faculty, in a
word, when any of his mental powers become developed :
what is the desire which possesses him from that moment ?
Is it not the desire to transplant his feelings, and opinions,
into the outward world ; the necessity of realizing his
thoughts beyond his own mind ? So soon as a man
makes any mental acquisition ; so soon as his being as-
sumes in his own eyes a new development, acquires an
additional Value ; immediately the idea of a mission is at-
tached to this new development, he feels himself impelled
onwards, and constrained by his instinct, by an internal
voice, to extend the amelioration ; to effect on others the
change which he has himself experienced. All great Re-
formers have been actuated by this cause alone. Those
great men, who changed the face of the world, after having
themselves become changed, were governed by no other
impu'se.

" So much for the change which is operated in the in-
ward nature of men. Let us take another example.
" A revolution is accomplished in a state of society ; it
becomes better governed ; rights and property are more
equitably distributed amongst individuals ; that is to say,
the outward condition of the :lerld is purer and happier,
and the practice, both of governments and of mankind, in
their relations with each other, is ameliorated. Well! do
you believe that the spectacle of this amelioration of ex-
ternal circumstances will not react, on the inward nature of
man, on humanity ? All that we are told of the force of
example, of custom, and of splendid morals, is founded
solely on this conviction, that an external fact, which is
well-directed, reasonable, and just, will sooner or later,
more or less completely, produce an intellectual fact of
the same nature ;—that when the world is better and more
Equitably governed, man himself is rendered more just;
that the mind is regenerated by external circumstances, as
external circumstances are by the mind ;—that the two ele-
ments of civilization arc strictly connected, that ages, ob-
stacles of all kinds, may intervene ; that they may be com-
pelled to undergo a thousand transformations, before they
arc again brought together ; but that sooner or later, they
become re-united--that this is the law of their nature, the
general fact of history, the instinctive belief of mankind."

The translator of this work has spared no pains to
render it as faithfully as the idioms of the French
and English languages would admit of. We would
have preferred a greater freedom with the text in many
passages, though at the risk of conveying an idea some-
what different from that put forth by the learned lec-
turer. The fidelity of this translation gives it an air
of stiffness which the reader at once feels to be foreign
to an author so luminous in his views, and so perspi-
cuous in the arrangement of the details by which he
seeks to enforce them. All complimentary phrases in
the exordium of these lectures, addressed directly to
the audience before the philosopher delivered them,
and all marks of approbation of the doctrines so deli-
vered by the same audience, ought to have been omit-
ted i❑ an English translation. They encumber the
text and dissipate the attention of the reader.
That Guizot's Lectures will become popular we
have no more doubt than we have of their being admi-
rably calculated to elevate and purify public opinion,
by impressing the people with just notions of the
proper administration of representative government—
the only form of government which ensures the per-
petual progress of individual and social civilization.
This is a book for the libra,:y—private and circulating.

AFFAIR OF HONOUR.—On Monday, the 24th
inst., six young ladies entered a fiacre at the Rue Royale St.
Honore, Paris, and ordered the coachman to drive to the Bois
de Vincennes. In addition to the fare agreed upon, the
coachman received a handsome gratuity, which seems to have
led him to believe that there must be some mystery in the
proceedings of this feminine conclave. His suspicicns were
not unfounded. Madame Stephanie L 5", furious against
her ex-intimate friend, Madame Adele Mee., who had ab-
stracted her lover, had challenged'her fortunate rival to mortal
combat. The invitation had been accepted, and it was to
settle this affair of honour that the two ladies, each accom-
panied by two seconds of her own sex, had repaired to the
Bois de Vincennes. A pistol having been placed in the hand
of each the two rivals tired in turn. The murderous engines,
however, had been loaded by inexperienced hande, and were
discharged by hands equally unaccustomed to the arena of
duelling. le'either of the fair combatants, accordingly was
hurt, and, though they were themselves by no means desirous
to retire from the affray, the seconds severally declared that
their principals had done all that honour called for, and in-
sisted upon withdrawing their women from the field.
Information was on Saturday given to the police of
the mysterious disappearance of a gentleman named Reynolde,
a resident of Finchley. It appeared that three weeks ago on
Monday last, he left his home in company of his son, to see
a gentleman in town on some business, and on the road ho
sent the lad a few yards from the Angel, Islington, on a
trifling errand, and during his absence Mr. Reynolds disap-
peared, and has not since been heard of; but some papers
have been found expressive of his intention to commit suicide,
which it is feared he has, some distance off, carried into exe-
cution. He is described as about 35 years old, Mt. Bin. in
height, inclined to be stout, light hair, florid complexion, has
a front tooth out, and was dressed in a black cloth waistcoat
and coat, striped or railroad trousers, laced shoes, and striped
green cravat. He had been in a desponding state for seve-
ral days.
On Saturday night last the village of Holmes
Chapel was thrown into great confusion in consequence of the
unfortunate death of Thomas Lowe, who was killed whP.st
fighting with a man of the name of Dale. His death, was
caused by a fracture of the skull.—Manchester