The Sun.
London, England, 1837-12-01 00:00:00

NEW MONTHLY.

The " Gurney Papers" contain more than the usual
amount of dialogue this month, and Theodore Hook
excels in smart, pointed, off-hand dialogue. They
arc in consequence extremely diverting. In the " Letters
from Ireland"—hacknied as is the theme—there are
many passages, chiefly of a descriptive character, well
worthy of perusal. The description of Cork, in par-
ticular, and of its vicinage, shows much graphic
skill. " The Passage from Cove to Cork,"-says the
writer—

" Bears no faint resemblance to that of the Bosphorus, be-
tween Censtantinople and Therassia ; inferior, but not unlike
in loveiine's anJ magnificence. The shores are lofty, but
without high hills or mountains in the back-ground, that give
perfection to such a scene. They are covered with groves,
pleasure-grounds, and gardens, down to the water's edge ;
villa rises beside and above villa for a number of miles, in end-
leis and ever-varying succession ; and each stands alone, in its
own little or large, yet exquisite domain—.each rejoices in its
own beauty of wood, park, avenue, and dell, without inter-
fering with its neighbour ; whatever their taste, or form, or
size, each looks luxuriously from its windows and shady places
on the sails of every nation, on the broad river that looks like
a lovely and peopled lake. There arc here and there little
creeks and reaches of the stream that bathe the entrance to the
recesses of some noble villa, and give to it a semblance of
loneliness; for it is impossible to feel alone on this estuary,
the sights and sounds of life, and prosperity, and commerce,
are too bright, vivid, and ceaseless."

" The-Sky-Blue Domino," is a tale, replete with
entertaining incident, the scene of which is laid in the
Grand Dukedom of Lucca. Captain Marryatt is the
author, and exhibits no falling-off in point of inven-
tion. " Life in the East," has but one defect—it is

:oo short. There is so much good sense in the re-

marks, and spirit in the style, that we could have
wished it to have been twice its present length. Mr. Quin
is an experienced traveller, whose mind is ever on the
watch. Nothing seems to escape his searching scrutiny.

his observations on the treatment of young Circassian
slaves by their Turkish masters, will serve to dispel a
very general notion, that they are subjected to all sorts
of indignities. Of the Grecian females, Mr. Quin has
no very high opinion. All the accounts of their per-
sonal charms with which from time to time travellers
have inundated us, are, he says, mere fictions. Their
voices, he adds, are generally as hoarse as that of their
crows ; and their unstayed busts, their homely figures,
their pallid, or rather swarthy, countenances, and their
clumsy feet, would induce a stranger to suppose that
they were so many Scythian boors in female attire.
" The Manager's Note Book," contains some amusing
reminiscences of Mrs. Mardyn, Matthews, and,George
Colman the younger. " Captain Pomponius Nix,"
is a capital quiz on the manufacturers of biographies
of small wits, from the pen of Mr. Poole. Had this

jells d'esprit, however, been a little more condensed, it
would have been improved. " A Glimpse at the
Royal Procession" trips off in a light, buoyant, and
jocular spirit. We subjoin a specimen
It is half after two, I can hear by St Paul's,
Though I hardly can hear the bell toll for the squawls
Of the women, who screw round the post and the walls
And lost all by dozens are children and shawls
Oh I the crowd is becoming uncommonly dense—
For the ardour's unbounded—the murmur intense !
There's a piece of the coping come down with the hawls
Of the cursed climbing servants—it turns, as it falls,
A child to a biffin. A man of no sense
Rams an old woman's eye out, and hopes no offence;
Whilst an old English tar, with mahogany mug,
An-chors fast with his dark wooden leg in a plug.
The mob is like mad !—thieves for purses or pence,
The young artful dodge—the high swell—the low fence,—
All, all are incessant to wheedle or lug ;
• But all have the seeming for loyalty's calls
And the bellowing deepens—the strife never palls I

FR.4 SER'S MAGAZINE.
There is a powerful article in Fraser for this month
entitled " The Anatomy of Gaming, by Nimrod," to
which the attention of those who are exposed to the
temptation of becoming the victims of this Tuitions
vice cannot be too forcibly directed. It is a dissection

4 the various devices by which sharpers contrive to v►in
at all games played by means of cards and dice—which
devices are explained by woDd-cuts designed to illus-
trate the text. An article on the " Use and Abuse of
Friendship" is devoted to the abuse of that " best
abused man" in the United Kingdom—Daniel O'Con-
nell. The Hon. and Learned Member for Dublin is

the Tories' stock in trade, and long may he continue..to
be so, for the sake of his country. " Emigration and
_ _

the Canadas" is a clever, matter-of-fact article, by a
sixteen years' Resident in the Upper Province—a pe-
riod quite long enough for acquiring an ample know-
ledge of the country, its capabilities, and inhabitants,
civilized and savage. The article on the authorship of

the " Doctor" is full to overflowing with the recondite
lore of Father Prout ; but it wants the humour of the
jolly Old Divine—it is too dry, crabbed, and scholarly
to have been inspired by the fumes of the mountain dew.
The "Pyramids, their Builders, and Historical Epochs,"
'ought to be stereotyped for the use of the Society of
Antiquarians. No subject could be imagined less in-
viting to the general admirers of Magazine literature,
but to such as relish such inquiries we can earnestly
recommend it as among the most ingenious that it has
been our fortune to meet with ; and altogether such as
would do credit to the talents of the author of the
" Monde Primitif," or the " Galerie Antique." The
" New Predicament of Parties" is, as the title imports,
a note of triumph over the unfortunate declaration of
Lord John Russell, on the occasion of his Lordship's
refusal to swallow any of Mr. Wakley's three cele-
brated Radical " Powders." The other Papers are
less important. The " Sacrifice," a tale of love, se-
duction, and desertion, is but a tawdry copper imita-
tion of Miss Landon's " Ethel Churchill ;" and as

'or the sonnets, the best we can say of them is, that

they are by no means equal, either in conception or
execution, to the bulk of those which appear in the
columns of Regina. " Does your Mother know
you're out," is by far the best of them. Altogether
Fraser is dull this month—quite as cheerless as Croker
and Billy Holmes gazing at the Ministerial seats
from the back benches of the Opposition.