The Sun.
London, England, 1863-04-01 00:00:00

The United Service Magazine.

An interesting and valuable political article opens
the narrative apropos to " The Army and Navy
Estimates." After a brief treatise upon "Navy
Timber," wt accompany another contributor,
without budging from our arm chair, however,
upon " A Trip to Vancouver's Island and
British Columbia." A passing but searching glance
at " Military Studies," leeds the way next to a
timely and well-reflected disquisition upon "
S ations and Convict Labour." CiTital
for professional contributors to the United Service,
have been selected by the writers of the next two
contributions, the one relating to " Military Orga-
nization," the other descriptive of " Greenwich
Characters." Here is one of them
"Mr. Cbeeseman was one of the then old school of mas-
ter's mates word a long pig-tail, chewed tobacco, and used
plenty of stimulants. He was forty years of age I ,hould
think, and had been before the mast. He had been perked
into the service from a merchant ship, and kh,wing how to
work the ship's reckoning, and take an altitude of the suu,
had been offered the rating of master's mate. He was a
5-11, 2,04 aav
about him. He had a great contempt for kid gloves and
clean shirts, but he was a first-rate schooner sailor, and that
virtue in those days have covered a muititude of faults."
As a matter of course, at such a crisis as the pre-
sent in European history, the United Service could
hardly remain dumb upon "The Polish Revolution
and the Attitude of the Great Powers." What is
here said by the monthly organ of the Army
and Navy of England is —as every one
might have felt sure be forehand would be
the case—perfectly in keeping with all that
is thought and felt upon that momentous sub-
ject by the English People, if not by the English
Government. "A Month on tee Overland Route"
is the last contribution to this April number, end-
ing, like its predecessors with the customary
addenda, in the shape of scraps from the " Editor's
Portfolio," correspondence, critical notices, and
obituary—together with the usual enumeration of
the Stations both of the British Army and the
Royal Navy in Commission, as well as a full and
authentic catalogue of the past month's Promotions
arid Appointments.

The Cornhill Magazsne.

We cannot even now induce ourselves to regard
Miss Evans' intolerably long and tedious miditoval
tale about "Romola " as the serial story in the
Cornhill. Although it has reached its fifty-first
chapter; although it has been appearing with a
dreadful persistency during many consecutive
months; although it has had while so appearing
always accorded to it the honour of leading off each
successive number ; although it has the reputation of
having won for itself at starting the noblest remu-
neration in " very hard cash" yet accorded by the
munificence of a publisher as tribute to the fame of
a living fictionist ; although (to sum up every good
reason in one, embracing them all) it is the last and
most elaborate production of the gifted author of
" Adam Bede," the creator of Mrs. Poyser and of
80 many other inimitable originals, but that the best
of them all—we can not eccept " Romola" even now
as the serial in the Cornhill. And for this one
all-sufficient reason, that Romola is an immense
failure. Better far to us—incontestibly, to our mind,
the serial of the golden-coloured magazine—is the
light, sp-okling, careless, delightful story now
being told from month to month, by him whom
Punch dubbed so humorously in his Almanack the
Author of Most of the New Novels—to wit, Anthony
Trollope, here as pleasant as ever as the author of
" The Small House at Allington." Mr. Crosbie, in
this new instalment of the narrative, gets deeper end
deeper into his love difficulties. He is—unlikte
Beverley, "two gentlemen at once"—engageds
two ladies at the same time, Lily Dale and thieevLerdly
Alexandrine! Mr. Millais illustrates veryllly so
the interview—vparently so danhgee
7aurnamentary
frivolous, between Mr. Palliseor,eti
ilium and Lady
prig, heir to the Duke
ediecrte than "March
owf„aciants! Can any-
Dumbello, the lovely and
i, yes . perhaps, let us
tvhiriinngdsb,,e,
amt opreageel4a6bBor?atevirly,
charming paper On Alexandrines,"
Sicilian F.iritteS, at
,page 530. From Mr.
say, the
Twheachkaevrea recent impression of our
journal given a quotation now going the round of
Yelready in a
the newspapers.. From an excellent paper descrip-
tive of "Life in a Barrack," we take the following
extract

.With bounty-money in his pocket, the recruit has not
allied his rettiment an hour before he finds himself sur-
rounded by friends. True, when the money is gone, the
friends also disappear; but 1 have heard that this result
follows just as naturally amongst moa who are not soldiers,
and in places which are not barracks. I doubt, however,
if anywhere else the hypocrisy is so daring, or the catas-
trophe so sudden. There is little or no attempt to hide the
spring of the deep interest your comrades take in you; it is
the tap at the Royal George or the Duke of Wellington, by
you to be set flowing for the entertainment of the gallant
fellows who so warmly greet a new, raw comrade. Their
impatience to be rcwardtd is wonderful. The recruit, it
should be known, is not allowed to go into the town
before he has got his regimentals, But he has already got
his bounty-money (in many cases), and there it lies idly
in his stupid civilian pocket. Delay is unbearable.
What the regimtnt has not yet furnished in the course
of public duty, his comrades hasten to lend him
out of private bouovolouoo. Quo comes with a cap,