The Sun.
London, England, 1837-09-01 00:00:00

COURT CIRCULAR.

Mr. C. L. Archibald bad an interview with Lord
Gb.nelg yesterday, at the Colonial-office.

Stevenson,Mr. the American Minister, has arrived in
town from Ramsgate.

Mr. Macgregor transacted business yesterday at the 01.°
flee of the Board of Trade.
Ile Belgian Minister is staying at Windsor Castle, on a
visit to the Queen.

The report of the appointment of the Baron Stock-
mar as Private Secretary to her Majesty is without
foundation.—Morning Chronicle.
It is expected that the stay of the King and Queen
of Belgium in this country will not exceed a fortnight.
Lord and Lady Normanton will entertain a distill-
gui,bed party at Somerby-park during the annual races,
which arc under the patronage of the Noble Earl, Tir•
Drummond, and Mr. Compton. A grand ball will take
place in the evening.

The Princess de Schomberg is still at Wilton House,
near Salisbury, the seat of the Countess Dowager of Petri'
broke, where her Highness will remain a few days longer,
and then join the Prince at Heaton Hall, the seat of the
Earl of Wilton, near Manchester.

The Lyndhurst amusements in the New Forest will
take place on the 12th inst.

Lord Waterpark and his newly married Lady, sister
to the Earl of Lichfield, have arrived at Doveridg
Derbyshire, from Buxton-wells. e Hall,

The Dowager Countess of Dartmouth and the
Ladies Legge have arrived at their villa at Blackheath,
from Tunbridge-wells. The Hon. Major Arthur Legge,
Lord Chesterfield, and Sir St. Vincent Cotton, who are
considered the most expert amateur " Jehus" of the do:
continue to drive their own coaches. The Noble E;"
drives the Taglioni to Windsor, at the rate of 11 miles as
hour, performing the journey in two hours.
Sir Bethel and Lady Codrington have returned to
Park-lane, from Doddington Castle.

Sir Coutts Trotter still continues in a dangerous
state.

Lord William Lennox has left town, to join th•
Duke of Richmond's shooting-party at Gordon Castle.
Lord Haddington is distributing every day a large
number of loaves to the starving Irish shearers. One dal
last week 1,051 were supplied with leaves, and fraquentlY
the number are from 800 to 1,000.
The Russian Countess Mcngden has left Meta"'
in Courland, and arrived at Riga, in Poland, with a now
rous suite. He ladyship has been for five years settling
her estates, with the intention of passing the rest of her (W.
in this country.

The steward and other principal domestics of the
Duke of Cambridge arrived at Clvalmondeley House,
Piccadilly, on Wednesday, from Frankfort-on-the-Maine'
The illustrious Duke and the young Prince George ate
expected hourly from the Continent ; but the Duchess
and the Princesses will remain in Germany for some tie°
longer.
Viscountess Forbes, who has been appointed one(
her Majesty's ladies in waiting, is the relict of the late
gallant and noble Lord Forbes, and is mother of the in'
fant Earl of Granard, who lately succeeded to the titles
and estates of his grandfather, whose demise took Place
in Paris. Lady Forbes is an intimate personal friend of
the dowager Marchioness of Hastings, whose daughter.
Lady Flora, is one of the ladies of the bed chamber of
her Royal Highness the Duchess of Kent.
The Countess of Bridgewater is making some new
arrangements at Ashridge Castle for the education of the
children of the poor. Her Ladyship entertained a few se-
lect friends during the last month ; and about the middle
of the present intends going into Shropshire, thence to
Powis Castle, and finally to Eaton Hall, on a visit to the
Marquis and Marchioness of Westminster.
Prince Charles of Lichtenstein, accompanied by
Viscount Palmerston, left the Clarendon Hotel on I,4;edoes-
day, on a visit to her Majesty, at Windsor CpAle. The
Prince is brother to the reigning Sovereign, ;irince A103.9'
of Lichtenstein, who was on a visit to th:,s "country two °r
three years since, and is nephew to e Dowager Princess
Maria Esterhazy,

„wet,
The Duke of St. Alban' arrived in Stratton
Piccadilly, the day before yesterday, after attending the
P
funeral of the late Duchesv... Sir Francis Burdett and other
.members of the lion. I;iaronet's family have likewise re”
turned to town from Lincolnshire.
The Marchioness Cornwallis and Lady Sophia
Lennox have returned to Park-crescent, from a tour.
The Marquis and 'Marchioness of Westminster
arrived yesterday at Grosvenor House, from Moor Per"
Rickinansworth.
The Earl of Lichfield, Postmaster-General, accon"
panted by his Countess and family, left town yesterdaY
morning, for his seat, Shugborough, Staffordshire. ,_
The Earl of Charlemont left Grosvenor-street t"
night before lust, for the Marina, Dublin.
dal/
The Countess of Albemarle left town yestr ,
afternoon for Hampton Court, and subsequently Wendsr
Castle.

Count Matuszevic, it appears, still retains the en'
bassy to Naples, though still on leave at the German Se
for the improvement of his health. The object of "3
Excellency's ambition has been for years the embassy to
the Court of St. James's. The present representative hf
the Czar at the Court of her Britannic Majesty, from in-
firm health and advanced years, it is known, has been
anxious for some time to retire front his post, but much
difficulty is felt at the Imperial Court respecting the or
pointmcnt of a successor.
The Pi incess Victoria, daughter of the Landgrave
Ernest, of Hesse Philippsthal, has died at Philippsthal, in
her twenty-fifth year.
Durkreh'se
tages for the accommodation of the family and risiters.
ells
tuact letse,sise of
the
Higßedfordhiaii
Highlands,
a r4cuoit:lsbter
ru cetfe tri
u, s
toi let
et
ehte.
The Marquis and Marchioness of Abercorn and family oc-
cupy Kinrara lodge.
The registration
and 78 new claims admitted on the roll ; of this number
there is a majority of 17 on the Liberal side.
It is said that strong representations have beet'
made of the necessity of appointing inspectors of steam
vessels at the port of London and elsewhere, to be paid by
a rate upon the vessels.
NurvFoinsiDLAND.—The inhabitants of this colony
have great distrust of the Bar, and are endeavouring t°
open it to persons in whom they can confide, by destroying
the monopoly enjoyed by the Incorporated Law Society.--
Ifraiey'ord Chi-made.
The following is a literal copy of a prescription sent
this week, by a medical practitioner of this town, to
chemist and druggist, to be compounded :—" w°ll Peneith
oil of swet amens—apeth scrap vilets."—Blackbui e
The ships Neptune and Waterloo hare been char-
tered, for the conveyance of 570 male convicts to Southern
Australia.
On Wednesday a confirmation was held at St;
Mary's Church, Oxford, by the Bishop of the diocese.o4
which several hundred persons of both sexes recei
that rite.
STATE OP TRADE.—MANCIIESTERT
DAL—We continue to witness a decided improvemeuiu
so
trade. The demand for yarns, except very fine num.blerd.
continues quite brisk, and improved prices are obtansd,
Power-loom printing cloth, which was greatly dePreds
is now saleable, and n
commands better prices ; _e iu
mestics, which were at the worst, are somewhat mr re_
demand. Fustians continue dull, and will probubiYappy
;Main so for some time longer. Should th e present tiPslh
prc,speet of a favourable period be realised, there the
no doubt, be this autumn a very good home tra te,very
country drapers 'wing understood to be at present
ightly stocked. • for the
Alderman Cowan is the next in rotation 0 high
Civic Chair, and upon him, therefore, will devolve thou oat
honour of entertaining her Majesty at Guildhall,
ensuing Lord MiArcit'a day.

MAGAZINE DAY.

BLACKWOOD.

There is infinite variety in this Number, which is of

more than average merit. The articles are numerous,
_lecll-digehted, and not too long. Among the contri-
butors we think we recognise the clever author of the
" florae Germanicm"—a series of critical papers whicl
attracted c-msiderable attention a few years since.
articles we allude to, as being from the pen of this
Popular writer, are, a notice of Korner's drama of
" Hec'wig," and the " Life of a Poet, by Ludwig
Tieck," in which ample justice is done to two of the
most successful of modern German scribes. Th
" Elections," is forcibly written in point of style, but
we protest strenuously against its political tendencies.
The writer begins by observing that " the Conservativt
cause is triumphant, and the career of revolution ar-
rested for another Parliament." Now, never was there
a greater fallacy than this. Toryism—for we repudiate
its favourite alias of Conservatism—is in just as hope-
less a state as ever ; true, it is noisy, and somewhat
more swaggering than usual in its bearing ; but it has
no inherent vigour, and no more chance of seating itself
on the Treasury Bench—however specious just 'at pre-
sent may be its, show of Parliamentary numbers—than
it has of converting the South of Ireland to its creed.
But supposing, as Christopher so boldly states, it were
triumphant, so far would its triumph be from arresting
the " career of revolution," that it would infallibly
accelerate that catastrophe. Let the Tory scribes say
what they please, the country is Liberal, not Tory, at
heart. It does not forget the Castlereagh gagging-
acts ; the Reform martyrs ; the war taxes kept up
when the war was over ; or the blood poured forth in
torrents on the red plain of Peterloo. Those who like
stirring language and adroit sophistry will be pleased
with the article on " Elections," but the right-thinking
reader will turn from it with abhorrence. " The World
We Live In," like the " World " of which it treats,
improves as it grows older. The present series is in-
comparably the best we have had, whether as regards
. the eloquence of its manner, its sound matter, its occa-
sional wit, and frequent smartness. We quote from it a
sketch of Lope de Vega, which introduces some perti-
nent strictures on the present state of the drama ;
" Lope de Vega was born in Madrid the 25th of No-
vember, 1562. The spirit of poetry broke out in him
early, for he wrote verses at fire years old. After being
Patronised by the sanguinary Duke of Alva, the death of
his first wife drove him to divert his care in the perilous ex-
periment of'the Armada. The death of a second drove him
to a monastery. He became a Franciscan, and was even
employed in the Inquisition. He now probably grew in-
sane ; for after having long suffered under dejection of
mind, he gave himself so severe a penitential flagellation
that ho died. This event took on the 26th of May, 1635,
at the age of 63. He was buried with great pomp, and
assumed thenceforth the rank of the first dramatist of his
Country. The Spaniards boast of his marvellous facility of
Pioduction. He is said to have written upwards of two
thousand plays. It has been observed that, if the native
account be true that he wrote 21,300,000 verses, he must
have written, for fifty years, 500 a-day. His wonderful
Superfluity, however, arose in some degree from the octo-
sYllabie metre, and also. from his adopting all kinds of sub-
. Jects. 01480 of his principal plays, lie acknowledges that
but six were regular. His exhibition of character is al-
ternately feeble and unnatural ; his taste extravagant, but
national.; his plots improbable, yet full of incident. He
Was the poet for a time of national intrigue, animation, and
eccentricity ; a period of desperate crimes and brilliant
frivolities ; of a dissolute court and a gallant people ; in
!lion., of a Spanish cavalier, mingling Castilian pride with
French subtlety and Italian dissipation. But in Spain the
stage has gone down ; the solemn tragedies and gay co-
spedies have been superseded, as in our own country, by
interludes, dances, and melodramas."
We should not omit to mention the ironical notice of
some of George Robins' picturesque auction advertise-
tents, portions of which are worthy of Ari,uthnot.
We have always regarded George as a master of style.
-71\Lre is more originality in his productions than in
any others of the day. The rivers flow, the hills tower,
itlid the meadows blossom, in his descriptions, in a way
delightful to think of. He can make a palace of a pig-
stye, and convert a kitchen-garden into the Gardens of
Alcinous. Never was so great an enchanter : he beats
• Merlin hollow. The " Exhibition "is a notice of this
year's paintings in our New National Gallery. We
arc glad to find that the Reviewer coincides with us in
thinking that this boasted Gallery is an arrant failure,
whether as respects its external aspect or its bternal
accommodations. Each is worthy of the other, and
both are detestable; "My Aunt's Talc shows much

graphic power in places ; but, as a whole, is too much
spun out. There is also too much of the " fashion-
able novel " assumption about it. Why should " Mr.
Huggins " be set clown as a vulgar fool, because he
lived in the pastern quarter of the metropolis ? The
writer should rel,72ember that the " Wise Men " of old
did not reside in tit: " West," but in the " East."
Animal Magnetism in London, in 1837," is well
worth reading, for it contains many curious particulars
arranged with much tact. In the review of the Tour of
rshal Martnont in Hungary, we find one or two in-
teresting statements respecting that famous old Russian
savage, Su warrow. The Reviewer states that the sangui-
nary conqueror of the Turks and Poles was a well-edu-
cated man. We question much whether he could spell his
°"rn name. ThQ worst part of this notice is the intro-
duction, which is a laboured attempt to white-wash the
political character of the Marshal—as difficult a task
a' to wash the blackamoor white.

orb within orb—an imperium in imperio—the Exclusives.
It is difficult to define what the qualifications for an exclu-
sive are ; it is not rank, connexion, talents, virtues, grace,
elegance, accomplishments. No. But I shall not attempt
to explain the inexplicable. Certain it is, however, that
our hero was admitted into the coteries of this caste, as dis-
tinct—as much separated by a line of demarcation drawn
round them from the rest—a the Rajhpoot is from the
Raiot, who sprang, one from the head, and the other from
the heels of Brahma." _ _ .

Being a remarkably handsome man, Mascalbruni
soon managed to gain the affections if the daughter of
an Irish Bishop, but before the wedding-day was fixed,
his real character was discovered, and he was reduced
to a state of destitution. Determined, however, on re-
venge, he followed the Prelate's family to Ireland, and
appeared before his daughter just as she was about to
be married to a young Englishman of rank and fortune.
We subjoin a sketch of this scene :
" Scarcely had four months elapsed, however, when fresh
preparations were made for her marriage, and a day fixed
for the nuptials.
" The hour came ; and behold, in the conventional lan-
guage used on such occasions, the happy pair, Lady M. the
bride-maids, and a numerous party of friends assembled in
the chapel of the Palace. The Bishop officiated.
" The ceremony had already commenced, and the rite
was on the point of being ratified by that mystical type of
union—the ring—when a figure burst through the crowd
collected about the doors ;a figure more like a spectre than
a man.
" So great a change had taken place in him, from the
wild and savage life that he had been leading among the
mountains, the privations he had endured, and the neglect of
his person, that no one would have recognised him for the
observed of all observers, the once elegant and handsome
Mascalbruni. His hair, matted like the main of a wild
beast, streamed over his face and bare neck. His cheek
was fallen, his eyes sunken in their sockets ; yet in them
burned, as in two dark caves, a fierce and sombre tire. His
lips were tremulous and convulsed with passion ; his
whole appearance, in short, exhibited the same diabolical
rage and thirst of vengeance that had electrified the wile
d'arrnes in his memorable conflict. He advanced straight
to the altar with long and hurried steps, and, tearing aside
the hands of the couple, the ring fell over the communion
rails to the ground. So profound was the silence, so great
the consternation and surprise the sight of this apparition
created in the minds of all, that the sound of the ring, as it
struck and rolled along the vaulted pavement, was audibly
hettid. It was an omen of evil augury—a warning voice as
from the grave, to tell of the death of promised joys—of
hopes destroyed—of happiness for ever crushed. He stood
wildly waving his arms for a few moments between the pair,
looking as though they had been transformed into stone,
more like two statues kneeling at the tomb than at the al-
ter. Then he folded his arms ; gazed with a triumphant
and ghastly smile at the bride ; said, or rather muttered,
' Mine she is then, turning to the bridegroom, with a
sneer of scorn and mockery he howled, "Mine she has
been ; now wed her !'
" With these laconic words he turned on his heel, and
regained without interruption the portal by which he had
entered. So suddenly had all this passed, so paralysed and
panic-stricken were the spectators and audience of this
scene, that they could scarcely believe it to be other than
a dream, till they saw the bride extended without sense or
motion on the steps. Thus was she borne, the service be-
ing unconcluded to her chamber. The ceremony was pri-
vately completed the ensuing day.
"No domestic felicity attended this ill-fated union. It
was poisoned by doubts and suspicions, and embittered by
the memory of Mascalbruni's words • Mine she has been'
continually rang in the husband's ears ; and on the anni-
versary of that eventful day, after a lingering illness of many
months, a martyr to disappointment and chagrin, she sunk
into an untimely grave."
Subsequently Mascalbruni was convicted of a mur-
der, committed in one of the Swiss cantons, and be-
headed—a richly merited punishment, of which the
author, Captain Medwin, tells us he was an eye-wit-
ness. The whole of this extraordinary memoir is
vigorously written, and would make a capital subject
for a melo-drame. " The " Professor" is a laughable
tale, though rather too long. " Biddy Tibbs," who
cared for nobody, contains many amusing incidents
well put together. " Glorvina," by Sheridan Knowles,
is not unworthy of the pen of our best dramatist. The
Illustrations to the Miscellany, which are two in num-
ber, are in Cruickshanks' most humourous manner.

NATIONAL, MAGAZ.

'EVE.

We omitted to notice the first
.Number of this
periodical, which made its bow to " a discerning
public" lust month ; and we are sorry for our remiss-
ness, for it contained much readable matter—rspccially
the " Student," and the tale of " Frank Woodley,"
both which were of a superior character, which we ate
pleased to find are continued in the present Number.
" Jenkin Tomkins" is also an interesting story, and
inculcates a beneficial moral. The " Mother's Death"
is an affecting sketch, but there is rather too much in
it about " summer evenings," and " suns sinking be-
neath the horizon," which should be left to the senti-
mental novelists of the Minerva Library school. We
are sick of sunsets, and cannot tolerate even a moon,
except in such exquisitely humorous tales as " Daniel
O'Rourke !" The " Character of Mr. Punch" is a
grave, ironical dissertation, not unlike Canning's
famous Treatise on the epic poem of the " Queen of
Hearts," which may be found in the " Microcosm."
The author does every possible justice to his momen-
tous theme. The " Chase" is a spirited sea-sketch,
one or two of whose brief, but graphic descriptions,
are not unworthy of " Tom Cringle's Log," which
attracted so much notice the other day in " Black-
wood." Altogether, we think this Magazine very
likely to succeed, for it is well written ; the articles are
well selected ; and the lithographic embellishments are
skilfully executed. We quote from its pages this
month, the " Pestilence," which is an animated poem
'rom the pen of a gentleman named Calder Campbell :
" Bring forth the Dead !" and the words came fast
From the haggard lips of these men aghast ;
" Bring forth the Dead 1 we wait not now
For parting prayer or holy vow 1"
The crimson cross of the Pest was o'er
The sculptured arch of that lofty door ;
But no menial hand unclosed the gate—
Nu sound was heard from those halls of state,
Save aye and anon the howl of a hound,
That moaned as if struck with a mortal wound;
And it was the only living thing
'Heath the roof that bad wont with mirth to ring.
But the cry passed on—" Bring out your Dead 1"
And a tardy footfall's solemn tread,
And a low faint wail was heard to come
From the desolate gloom of that humble home.
A little babe ! and the mother there,
Kissed the loved corse in her mad despair 1
Why should she weep that it first should rest,
Since the purple spot is on her breast ?
Why should she seek such leprous kiss?
To-morrow will see her a thing like this !
" Bring out your Dead I" and the buriers stand
Under the porch of a hostel grand ;
And strange. wild sounds from that gorgeous hall
Their hardened courage of heart appal.
Oh 1 dread is the echo of mirth that is heard
In the chamber where death bath newly been 1
Like a tranquil lake, that is fiercely stirred
By the monster shape of a fiend obscene.
And ribald shouts and laughter loud,
And the hoots and the oaths of a drunken crowd,
And the crash of the glass and the goblet there,
Mingle with songs in the sickening air."

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
As we observed last month, " Oliver Twist" bids fair
to become Boa's master-piece. If it do not possess
all the broad humour 'and variety of the "Pickwick
Papers," it is far more vigorous in its portraiture, and
1.18 incidents are more in accordance with probability.
his black
character of the fawning, vindictive old Jew, with
black heart and placid smile, is as striking a con-
cePtion as we know of in modern literature. It is
k
'Pt up too with unflagging vigour, and appears to be a
favourite with the author. The " Poisoners of the
'eventeenth Century" is a curious biographical sketch
Of the notorious Marchioness de Brinvillier, who created
uelt a sensation throughout France during the reign
oc
Louis the Fourteenth, by her colossal ctimes, having
sere
upwards of twenty individuals, among whom
ere her father, sister, uncles, and brothers. The
author of this singular historiette is MEr. Hogarth.
4.lThe Narrative of John Ward Gibson" is a tale which
is Plays considerable graphic powers. " Mascalbruni"
I. It memoir of one of the most scoundrelly Italian ad-
eriturers that modern times have produced. This
lica ml 3 who was, it seems, the son of a pauper living
in
b theh marshes of Ancona, was taken notice of in his__
hi: "d by an Italian lawyer, whom, in gratitude for
Patr°nage,llie robbed and murdered, and then ran
441, to Paris, where he figured as a man of fashion,
eeame
a favourite in the higher circles. Tired
the
o
monotonous dissipation of the French metropo-
, crossed the channel and came to London.
:the' e now turned his face towards the Channel, and opened
campaigntl in London on a much more extensive scale.
tattle,' uP his quarters at Higginbottom's hotel in the
left ie'e,ar that young Napoleon came to England, and only
PliehePlen it was given up to that lamented and accom-
visitearmee. It is not generally known that he ever
Profounrgiand. His sojourn in the capital was kept a
"'ant secret,. The master of the hotel and all his
end th: took an oath of secrecy ; and Prince Esterhazy
t° htlnembers of the Austrian embassy were not likely
e
the dY it. The prince passed a week with George
site_ rurth at
1.3E1 at the Cottage at Windsor, and after.vards as-
" concert at the Hanover-square rooms, himself
°need on the piano. 'Fhis by the bye. gas-
nll ea,` c"
On that occasion attracted all eyes, and fascinated
1 I:l64lditi;. "Rd WAS greeted after a solo with the loudest
for
let
tr t 4.6 bad now become the fashion, and, having
tl:eis at Alnirt"om one of the cardinals at Rome to A pa-
kaotliree hundraed thattained the entiee, and made one Of
‘'--4$ Lowey e. compose the world of London. You
er, In this world that there is another worki,”--

NEW MONTHLY.
The " Gurney Papers" are excellent this month,
containing more incident, and sprightly characteristic
dialogue than they have yet done. " Confessions and
Opinions of Ralph Restless," by Captain Marryatt,
remind us, " as with a difference," of that amusing,
desultory series of papers entitled "The World we
Live in," which are now in the course of publication
in Black‘vood's Magazine." The writer furnishes '
us with some entertaining sketches of the several towns
in the neighbourhood of the Rhine, and gives the fol-
lowing directions to those English tourists who may
incline to visit that charming country :
f‘ If I were to plan a tour up the Rhine for any friends, I
should advisa them not to go by the Rotterdam steamer ;
it is a long voyage and without interest, and with many
inconveniences ; but start lit the si.eamer to ik.ntwerp, go
up to Brussels by the rail-road from thence you wilt start
from Cologne by tile route of Namur awl Liege through
Waterloo ; and I rather expect that many will prefer tbe
banks of the Meuse to the Rhine. I know nothing more
beautiful than the road from Namur as far as Claude Fon-
taine, although, compared with the Rhine, it on a mj.
niatuta rSC4/C? From Liege to Aix-la-Chapelle, and-from
thence to eoiogue, Ei9 up the Rhine by land as far as

THE SUN, LONDON, FRIMAX, SEPTEMBER 1, 1837

Mayence, and then you may do as you please. When you
are co ning back, descend by the steam-boats ; fir then you
go witlt the stream and with great rapidity, an I arrive in
good time at the towns where they stop. You will then
have seen the Rhine by land and by water. At present
the Bubble is at its height ; but it will burst by-and-by.
The English are lining the banks of the Rhine with gold,
and receive insult and abuse in exchange. I have been
much amused with a young countryman who has come up
in the steamer with me. Not able to speak a word of
French or German, he is pillaged every hour of the day ;
but if he could speak he has no idea of the value of his
money. He pulls out his purse and the waiters help
themselves—very plentifully,l may safely add. What he
has come for it is difficult to say : not for the picturesque,
for he slept the whole time between Cologne and Mayence
—that is, all the time that was not occupied by eating and
drinking. His only objet appears to he to try the
Rhenish wines. He has tried all upon the Weein Et.esen.
He called for a bottle of the best ; they gave him one
not on the carte, and charged him exactly one pound ster-
ling for the bottle. He is a generous fellow ; he sits at
the table with his bottle before him, and invites every man
to partake of it. When he has drank enough he sleeps it
off and begins again."
" Plagues of Popularity" is an ingnious essay,
containing much truth and more sarcasm. The author
in an amusing vein of irony, thanks God that. he is not
popular, and never likely to become so, because he has
thereby saved all the annoyances resulting from the
visits of itnpertineni, lion-hunters ; and the piles of
MSS. in bad prose and worse verse, which are always
sent to the " successful author" for his careful perusal
and revision. " Lunacy in France" is, e understand,
from the pen of Mr. Carne. It is written with feeling
and simplicity, and contains some startling details res-
pecting the sayings and doings of madmen. " Ben
Johnson" is from the pen of Cornelius Webbe. It is
an interesting bit of gossip respecting old Ben and one
or two of his poetical contemporaries. The writer ex-
presses a hearty admiration of Herrick, and we are
glad of it, for he comes the nearer to Anacreon of any
lyrist in the language. The " Phantom Ship" keeps
- -

up its interest unabated. The supernatural part of the
story is just kept sufficiently in the back-ground, so as
not to draw too much on the reader's credulity. The
days of hobgoblinism are well-nigh past : they went
out with Tory ascendancy ; but we must confess to a
sneaking relish for them. A well-told legend is far
better than a dull essay on Utilitarianism ; and Captain
Marryatt dresses up a ghost for us in the true spectral
fashion. " The Lives of Brown, Jones, and Robin-
son," contains one or two vigorous bits of description.
" The Golden Pippin" by Alfred Crowqu;ll, is as
good as anysrticle in the Number. AS a specimen of
" New MUnthly" poetry, we quote some beautiful
lines on " A Child at play with a Watch." The
writer is Mrs. Osgood :
" Art thou laughing at Time in thy sweet baby-glee?
Will he pause on his pinions to frolic with thee?
Oh ! show him those ahadow!esa, innocent eyes,

That smile of bewilder'd and beaming surprise,—
Bid him look on that cheek, where thy rich hair reposes,
Where dimples are playing "bo-peep" with the roses !
His wrinkled bro,c press with light kisses and warm,
And clasp his rough neck in thy soft-wreathing arm
Perhaps thy infantine and exquisite sweetness
May win bim for once to delay in his fleetness.
Then—they, would I keep thee, my beautiful child !
Thy blue eyes unclouded, thy bloom undefiled,
With thy innocence only, to guard thee from ill
In life's sunny dawning— a lily-bud still I
Laugh on, my own Ellen His voice, which to me
Gives a warning so solemn, makes music for thee ;
And while I at those sounds feel the idler's annoy,
Thou hears't but the tick of the pretty gold toy
His smile is upon thee, my blessed, my own !
Long, long may it be ere thou feelest his frown.
And oh may his tread, as he wanders with thee,
Light and soft as thine own little fairy step be ;
And still through all seasons, in storms and fair weather,
May 'rime and my Ellen be playmates together !"

THE ECLECTIC BEVIETV.

The criticisms in this Number are sound, but heavy

—as almost all critiscisms are that appear in this perio-
dical. Their leading characteristic is sterling good
sense, without a spark of genius, or the remotest ap-
proach to anything like liveliness. They might be all
penned in a pulpit, and read from one, without fear of
stumbling upon a light or irreverent passage. The
Reviews include " Poynder's Speech" on Idol Wor-
ship in India; which appeared in Me Sitn of the 273
.of December last ; Ty tier's Life of Henry VIII. •'

the " Honourable and Reverend Baptist Noel's Tour
in Ireland ;" " Young's Lectures on Intellectual
Philosophy :" '' Opinions of Lord
.13 ! roug m

" The Curate of Steinho ;" and "
Hallam', Lstro-
duction to the Litera:ur:! of Europe works re-
spectively noticed in our columns. An article on the
Result of the Election is full of confidence in the ap-
proach of a YEtenni= of happiness. " God grant
it l" was the simple ejaculation of the honest Irish-
woman, when told by a spaewife that the urchin on her
knee would one day be a Pope ; and we would repeat
her prayer, had we her faith, on the present occasion.

THE S P 011 T S AN.
Old Boswell. court.

This Number is embellilihed with two handsome
engravings—the one a " Stag at Bay," by Thckwith,
from a pencil-sketch by Fielding ; the other " Barbie -
fishing up the Thames," drawn and engraved by Beck-
with. The first is the subject of an interesting article,
by the Editor, rich in quotations, from the poets, sine,
the days of Shakspcare. The " Diary of the Pytchlev
Hunt" will be read with pleasure by every keen sports-
man. This periodical improves apace—the surest way
to a lasting popularity.

THE QUARTERLY JOURNAL OF . AGRI.

CULTURE.
Blackwood and Sons.

We never open this periodical without being sure to
find a number of articles of the first importance to all
who profit by, or are engaged in, agricultural pursuits.
The humane landlord, and the intelligent, industrious
tenant, find a mentor equally vigilant, impartial, and
agreeably instructive in one of the most able periodicals
of the class to which it belongs. An article on the
unequal distribution of, and unequal assessment for,
public burdens in Scotland, is particularly worthy of
the reader's attention. But by far the most interesting
article in the present Number is one on the agricultural
state of Ireland, from the pen of some gentleman
whose knowledge of the country is not clouded with
the prejudices that disfigure almost every page that is
written on the subjects of its moral and physical con-
dition and capabilities. An extract from it, on the
" Habits of the labouring population," will afford our
readers an opportunity of judging for themselves :
We shall conclude this article with a few remarks on
the habits of the people. In many parts of Irelam% the lazi-
ness and the unthriltiness of the peasantry are very ob-
vious, their habitual indolence is traceable to the. paralysing
nature of their condition ; they can only provide a bare sub-
sistence fur themselves and families, and being so often
thrown on the Lire of land for an existence, they are com-
pelled to agree to any terms to obtain it ; they live on, cot-
tiers it may be, from year to year, unable to retain any of
their earnings for the use of their families, without interest
in the permanent improvement of their holdings, and being
obliged to work out a rack rent by a given number of hours,
they have no adequate motive to exert themselves. Thus
an indolent mode of labouring becomes their habit ; but
give them advantageous work to execute, where it is their
interest to save time, and they work with great energy ; in-
dolence, where the characteristic of any di*trict, has been
assuredly engendered by hopelessness. Where the condi-
tion of the labourer (or small-holder, who is himself a la-
bourer) is really good, he is an industrious man. Where
even a reasonable hope of obtaining the great object of his
desire, a bit of good land on reasonable terms, he will un-
dergo labours and difficulties which would appal an English-
man. We are well acqusinted with a common labourer in
the County of Wexford, who has walked eight mies every
working day, to and from the place of his emp!oyment,
during the last two years, although he might have had work
fol4F .!?i§ AWfi cabin; The cons/alley of the emplo3ment (we
forget whether at I*. Pr 10(1 par day), and the hop.e of 'at-
tracting the notice of the gentleman on whose d mesne he
labours, and obtaining 'a house and land with tl'e various
advantages enjoyed by the dependents of
that proprietor,
have supported him io his extra toil. It is no uneommon.
hiatto for worlooeo ul-03 i,0,0 miles to h`-41 from
their place of work, six days in the week. Wherever law-