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MAGAZr.....INE-DAY. serious dramas teem with power end pathos." This we fear, are already " with the years beyond the flood." absolutely groans beneath their weight ; and how we rags and in want, by some passing Mecmnas, who, en-
is not the case. They arc turgid in style, and false and The " Remembrances of a Monthly Nurse" is better shall get decently through them, Heaven only-that couraging his genius, drew out that felicitous spirit of F
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finical in sentiment to a degree. Who now reads the this month than it has yet been. It is, however, too favours the industrious-can determine. Such being poetry which was ultimately quenched in his own wild „,,,
Christopher North continues his criticisms on the o
.Mountaineers, or can endure the maudlin, prosy sen- obvious an imitation of the " Physician's Diary" in our condition, we must content ourselves with saying, excesses." That Mecmnas was the late Marquis of
" Mountain Decameron," in this Number, in the course
timentality of Peregrine in John Bull ? Colman's Blackwood. The " Story of Eustace the Monk" in general terms, that the present " Miscellany" has Hastings, a high-minded nohleman, who was Der- s,
of which he says-" in happier moods we hope we have
comic powers were first-rate, but he had no tragic ones; describes the career of one of the most extraordinary not fallen short of what we expected from it. It is, may's best friend, though assuredly he roused not the ti
written not altogether in vain about beautiful and be-
and when he attempts to be serious or pathetic, he al- outlaws who ever lived. It will be read by all classes in truth, a very mercurial affair, and has the advantage Promethean spark of poetry within him, for there was at
loved Westmoreland. What would you say to a coin-
ways
Subjectsreminds us of Liston in Hamlet Travestie. with avidity. In the " Conservative Leaders" the of being embellished hy comic engravings of the first none to rouse. Dermody was a versilyer, nothing c,
plate series of pictures thereof from our pen, in threemore-a fourth-rate Bloomfield. His poems are long pi
" j for Pictures " contains one poem entitled writer eulogizes Lords Wharncliffe, Stanley, Lynd- quality.
volumes ? " Say ? Why, that if they be like " Hints
the "Awakening of Endymion," which is of superior hurst, and Sir R. Peel with a vehemence that has all TAIT'S MAGAZINE. af
for the Holidays," or " Christopher in his Sportingsince dead, without hope of resurrection. The "Three tl
excellence. The stanza, in the softness and the effect of adroit irony. The remainder of the Num- Spirits" is a wild imaginative tale by George Soane,
Jacket "-which we are glad to find has made as great following We cannot praise too hiahly the generous spirit
bwhose " Frolics of Puck" deserved more success than la
sweetness of its melody, reminds us of Mrs. ber is taken up with the history of the " Berkeley that has dictated the " Memoirs and Trials of the
an impression on Tom Hood (vide his last "Comicre
Hemans :- Affair," the rise, progress, and termination of which Political Martyrs of Scotland, persecuted during the they met with. " Joseph Tomkins is a lively tale ; si
Annual") as it made on us-or " Winandermere," or
" Soft amid the pines is a sound as if of singing, would form an excellent chapter for Mr. D'lsraeli's years 1793, 4, 5." It is feelingly written, and will
" Loch Awe "-the Pictures will be among the most and Sir E. Brydges's " Conversations in Purgatory" ta
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Tones that seem the lute's from the breathing flowers depart, good-natured, but rather twaddling. The portrait o
popular works of the day. Kit North, when in his Not a wind that wanders o'er Mount Latmos, but is bringing " Quarrels and Calamities of Authors." not fail to attract public attention and sympathy to the
happiest moods, paints nature, now with the fairy grace Music that is murmured from nature's inmost heart." BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY. melancholy tragedies it recalls. The fate of " Gerrald," Lady Macfarlane exhibits high finish as a work of art. le
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and delicacy and lightness of touch of a Claude; and " The Disasters of Carfington Blundell, Esq., which This work will make a hit-at least, if the future in particular, the friend and pupil of Dr. Parr-the MONTHLY. d,
now with the more gorgeous and elaborate splendour is the first tale in that portion of the " New Monthly" Numbers are carried on in the same spirit as the eloquent, impassioned, disinterested advocate of the The best essay in this Number is one on the poetry in
of a Turner. He can also, too, on occasions, be as entitled the " Humourist," is written in Leigh Hunt's present. " Boz" is a capital caterer for the public, rights of the people, whose only fault was speaking the of John Keats, but it is unfinished ; and we have a 1,3
rough and vigorous, and matter of fact, as a Gainsbo- sprightliest and most heart-felt manner. The dandy whether as editor or contributor, and we see a brilliant truth too boldly, forms one of the blackest pages in the
great dislike to all unfinished articles. If they be J,
rough-witness his famous description of the fight of hero s adventure with the flock of sheep is irresistible. course before him, if he will but condescend to read as sanguinary annals of Ultra-Toryism, and cannot be worth completing-and this is-they are worth corn- Pthe two dogs in the first " Fytte "of the " Sortin glt is worked up with a skill and vivacity worthy of the well as write. The "Prologue" to the Number is read without deep emotion. Mr. Hume, we under- pletinglin one Number. The Editor should look to this; ti
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" author of that ingenious essay on " pig-driving" which from the pen of Dr. Maginn. It is agreeably and stand, proposes to take up the subject. We are quite for-he may take our word for it-there is a strong
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Jackett, which, though it be some years since we
read it, we remember just as vividly as if it were only may be found in the " Companion." We subjoin this pertinently written, and would be worth remembering, sure it cannot be in better hands. The writer of this and natural prejudice in the public mind against all of
yesterday that we devoured it. Then, for fun and hu- little episode, for it is the best possible Christmas were it only for the truth and good sense of this re- kindly article asks if Mr. Calder, one of the Reformers "to he continued in our next." The " Night Voices' a(
mour, who can vary his landscape sketches with such reading :- mark, "it has been frequently observed-a. I, indee, of those days, be still alive, We have reason to be- is a poem after the manner of Mrs. Hemans. It is
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exquisitely comic little episodes, as Christopher the Bewildered. with contending emotions of shame, grief, we have more than fifty times experienced the taee ou lieve he is, and in the enjoyment of an old age made pleasing, but rather too verbose. The remaining arti- aci
disappointment, anger, nay hunger, and the sympathy between
selves-that of all the stupid dinner-par/las, by Ca, Le hapeee and tranquil by the recollection of the efforts spas are of the usual average. fc
Unapproachable ? Who but himself could relate the his present pumps and departed elegancies, our hero picked
his way as delicately as he could along the curb-stones : and, stupidest, is that at which the cliverest merktin the of b. youth and manhood in the now triumphant
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conversation of the hungry ravens, or picture the dis-
turningslowly a corner,.. had the pleasure of seeing a hackney-coach world do congregate." The most miserable day - , ,:jareer of Reform. " Popular Songs of the Germans"
appointment in their expressive visnomies, 00u
lurking moving in the distance, and the man holding forth his Charles Fox.
ever remember to have spent, was one spent in coin- is one of those " admirable digests" for which this
when they kept away with their beaks at the whip to the pedestrians evidently disengaged. The back of The history of the " British Auxiliary Bantling" is d'
pegging° tl
it, to be sure, was towards him, and the street long, and Hare pany with two undoubted wits, both of whom waxed periodical has always been celebrated. " Tales of the
drab cloth of the dead Quaker under the brow of Hel- the best things in the Repository-albeit such a
row, and very muddy. But no matter. An object's an ob- hypochondriacal inter scyphos-that is to say, over Cleikum Inn, St. Ronan's," promises well ; but we among 0
vellyn, and could not, with all their hunger, and all jest ;-a little more mud could not signify : our light-footed
their cups, and groaned in concert, like Testy and shall not speak positively till we have seen more of it. a production as Don Carlos would be delighted to
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their exertions, get at a single mouthful of flesh ?If sufferer began running. see multiplied. "Is there a Standard of Taste ?" .
" Now runners, unfortunately, are not always prepared for Sensitive in Beresford's admirable " Miseries of Human " The Tory Dinner Dirge" is very mediocre. From
ever there was a description remarkable for the breadth corners ; especially when their anxiety has an object rightpossesses considerable merit. " Our Representa-
Life." The criticism on George Colman ,is worth the article on the Scotch Reformers we quote an ex-and unexpectedness of its humour, this was that one. before it, and the haste is in proportion. Mr. Blundell, lives" by the present editor, Mr. HORNE, iS SO c
almost before he was aware of it, found himself in the middle nothing, even though Theodore Hook be the perpe- tract from a private letter written by Godwin to poor
Let Us then have more such-we cannot have too
of a flock of sheep. There was a hackney-coach also in the trator. The ",Monstre Balloon" is capital ; full of Gerrald, just previous to his trial. It has far more very
good in its way, that we only wish it were longer. bti
many-for we have lots of clever landscape painters, way ; the dog was yelping, and leaping hither and thither ; . The analytical disquisition on Punch and Judy, by
but few original ones. We subjoin a fine passage and the drover, in a very loud state of mind, hooting, whistling, animal spirits, and with a "graceful negligence" about feeling than Godwin usually showed :-
the late CHARLES LAMB, is not equal to many of b
from the introductory remarks on the " Decameron ":- and swearing, and tossing. his arms up. it, difficult to attain, and not to be imitated without " Your trial, if you so please, may be a day such as Eng- ri
the best known essays of that exquisite humourist. s,
" Mr. Blundell, it is certain, could not have got into a po- land, and, I believe the world, never saw. It may be the
" But a truce with description-for we are giving an histo- sition less conenial to his self-possession, or calculated to set grievous peril to the imitator. Here it is :-
means of converting thousands, and progressively millions, to The reviews are numerous, brief, and well writtecongenial
nisei sketch of the progress of the spirit of discovery in the off his graces in the eyes of the unpropitiated. And the sheep THE " MONSTRE" BALLOON. the cause of reason and public justice. You have a great e
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Highlands. Lord bless the Lowlands, how they love them instead of sympathizing with him, as in their own distress they' Oh I the balloon, the great balloon I stake. You place your fortune, your youth, your liberty, and
now t Lord bless the Highlands, how they love us in return I might (poetically) be supposed to do, positively seemed in the It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon, your talents, on a single throw. If you must suffer, do not, I Allen and Co. P
And Lord bless merry England, how she loves the " Heelans I" league to distress his stockings, and not at all to consider even And every one said we should hear of it soon conjure you, suffer without first making use of this opportunity This Number is a great improvement upon the aa-
Her daughters delight to wear the tartan-and in their white his higher garment. They ran' against him ; they bolted at With news from Aleppo or Scanderoon. of telling a tale upon which the happiness of nations depends.
throats the Gaelic gurgles with ' a music sweeter than its him ; they leaped at him ;or if they seemed to avoid him, it But very soon after, folks changed their tune : Spare none of the resources of your powerful mind. Is this a last. The " Reflections of a Returned Exile" are replete i,
own.' And who thus illumined the Land with Rainbows? was only to brush him with muddier sides, and to let in upon " The netting had burst-the silk-the shalloon ; day for reserves, a day to be slurred over in negligence and with excellent suggestions; as is the letter of a corre-
Who but our Mighty Minstrel-from Loch Catrine to Cape his weakened forces the frightful earnestness of the dog, and It had met with a trade-wind-a deuced monsoon-. neglect, the day that constitutes the very crisis of your fate ? spondent on the abolition of corporal punishments in the r
Wrath. 'Tis now the Land of Poetry and Romance-but the inconsiderate, if not somewhat suspicious, circumambiences It was blown out to sea-it was blown to the moon- Never forget that juries are men, and that men are made of It ,•
their light is the light of Truth-' unborrowed from the Sun' of the coachman's whip. They ought to have put off their journey till June; penetrable stuff. Probe all the recesses of their souls. Do saran army. The debates in the India House on the n
.-and in its effOlgence the Past re-appears, powerful as the " Mr. Blundell suddenly disappeared. Sure none but a donkey, a goose, or baboon,
Present, and bold and bright, fresh and fair, as it burst or "He fell down, and the sheep began jumping over him ! Would go up, in November, in any balloon !" not spend your strength in vain defiance and empty vaunting, abolition of the Pilgrim Tax in India, are deserving of t
Let every syllable you utter be fraught with persuasion.
bloomed into being, tile' very form and pressure' of the cha- The spectators, lam sorry to say, were in an ecstasy. Then they talk'd about Green-" Oh 1 where's Mister Green? What an event would it be for England and mankind, if you
the serious attention of the whole Christian world. :
racter of the Olden Time ! Death and Oblivion had their " You know, observant reader, the way in which sheep carry And where's Mister Holland who hired the machine ? could gain an acquittal !Is not such an event worthy striving The speech of Mr. POYNDER on Idol Wor -
reign, now Life and Memory have theirs ; Persons die-Ire- themselves on abrupt and saltatory occasions ; how they follow And where is Monk Mason, the man that has been for? It is in man, lam sure it is, to effect that event. Ger- ship is highly creditable to the religious zeal
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personations live for ever ; Flesh is like grass that is cut down one another with a sort of spurious and involuntary energy ; Up so often before-twelve times or thirteen- raid, you are that man. Fertile in genius, strong in moral
enlarged 'philanthropy 1
and wither; Feelings, Thoughts, Virtues, Actions, Imagina- what a pretended air of determination they have • how they And who writes such nice letters describing the scene ? feeling, prepared with every accomplishment that literreure and of that gentleman. His
lion recalls from the ' vasty deep,' and re-insouled, as well as really have it, as far as example induces, and fear propels And where's the cold fowl, and the ham, and poteen ? and reflection can give. Stand up to the situation. Be disclosures must rouse the Court of Directors and the '
re-embodied, Genius shows that they are immortal. Breathe them; with what a heavy kind of lightness they take the The press'd beef, with the fat cut off,-nothing but lean? wholly yourself. Above all, let me entreat you to abstain Government to the adoption of measures for the Era- i
hot a word-if you love us-against the ghosts of Ossian. leap ; how brittle in the legs, lumpish in the body, and in- And the portable soup in the patent tureen ? from all harsh epithets and bitter invective. Show that you o I
Seldom, alas 1 will they visit these sad eyes of ours-Malvina's significant in the face ; now they seem to quiver with appre- Have they got to Grand Cairo ?or reach'd Aberdeen ? are not terrible, but kind, and anxious for the good of all. dual abolition of such gross idolatry. The other' ar- 1
self is ut the shadow of a shade-the dream of a dream-and pension, while they are bold in act ; and with what a pro- Or Jerusalem-Hamburg-or Ballyporeen ? Truth will lose nothing by this. Truth can never gain by tides are in general well written, and full of interesting
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her unsubstantial form will not for us assemble and settle, even yoking and massy springiness they brush by you, if you happen No I they have not been seen ! Oh I they haven't been seen 1" passion, violence, arid resentment. It is never so strong as in b
for a moment, into its uncertain lineaments among the ani- to be in the way, as though they wouldn't avoid the terrors of Stay ! here's Mister Gye Mister Frederick G the firm, fixed mind, that yields to the emotions neither of ran society.
details of the forms of Ind' ' I
mated companies of clouds. But the visions of that greater your presence, if possible-or rather, as if they would avoid it ~- i
At Paris " says he, " I've been up ver hi h Ye.
rage nor fear. It is by calm and collected boldness that we
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bard, they are distinct-palpable as life itself ; they can en- with all their hearts, but insulted you out of a desperation of A couple Of hundred of toises, or nigh, y g ' can shake the pillars of the vault of Heaven."
duce the daylight-they are what they seem-tide and time inability. Baas intermix their pensive objections with the -.....--_ 1
A cockstride the Tuileries pantiles, to's
may dislimn them not-and to the eyes of each successive ge- hurry, and a sound of feet as of water. Then, ever and With Dolland's best telescopeP stuck at mPyy'e e THE PICKWICK PAPERS, No. X. CORN EXCHANGE.
neration they will be the same as the outlines of the mountains anon, come the fiercer leaps, the conglomerating circuits, the And my umbrella under my arra like Paul Pry,y, This Number, though of a more serious character The arrivals of both Grain and Flour last week were mode-
in the sky, and the stedfast scenery on their sides, charade- dorsal visitations, the yelps and tongue-lollings of the dog,rate, and the heavy Snow havinss interrupted communications,
But I could see nothing at all but the sky; than its predecessors, is quite equal to the best of them. very little business was transacted.
ristic for ever of the Alps of Albyn. Yet why:will no!..the, lean and earnest minister of compulsion; and loud, and do- So I thought with myself 'twas of no use to try This morning the show of
Admirers of Scott study his creations in a more judicious spirit. moment over all, exult the no less yelping orders of the An longer - and feelin remarkably d " Boz" tells a ghost story with remarkable spirit, samples fresh up was small, and. the frost continhing, caused
Even his creations are not all in all to the lovers of nature, drover-indefinite, it is true, but expressive-rustical co- Fromy sitting' all day stuckg up there, likreya Guy,the factors to demand higher prices for every article. There
visiting the Highlands. With book in heart, not in hand, gencies of oo and ou, the intelligible jargon of the Corydon I came down again, and-you see-here am II" nearly as well as Washington Irving; throwing in was little done in the Wheat trade, but such sales as were
should they wander through those regions; nor should the or Thyrsis of Chalk-Ditch, who cometh, final and humane, little touches of fancy, and quaint, but earnest descrip- effected realized full Is. per quarter advance on the terms of
manual be the works of any one poet, however great, to the with a bit of candle in his hat, a spike at the 'end of his stick, But here's Mister Hughes !-What says young Mr. Hughes ?
,ion, that show the master-hand. In the Number before last Monday. Barley is also rather dearer, but has met few
exclusion of all other inspirations. Has nature no power over and a hoarseness full of pastoral catarrh and juniper. " Why, I'm sorry to say, we've not got any news buyers. Beans and Pease maintain last quotations with a
them, but what he has given her ? Shall she not have from " Thrice has the poets say) did Carfington Bludell, Esq., Since the letter they threw down in one of their shoes, us, he tells us the anecdote of the morose, envious slack demand. 'lucre has been a fair demand for Oats, which
their hearts her own worship ? Can no Loch charm, if by him raise his unhappy head out of the melee, hatless and mudded • Which gave the Mayor's nose such a deuce of a bruise, sexton, who was carried away by the Devil one fine have obtained full Is. per quarter more than on Monday
unsung ?No Isle be lovely but where, at the touch of his thrice did the spectators shout; and thrice did he sink back As be popp'd up his eye-glass to look at their cruise
Christmas eve, because he thumped a little boy who se'nnight. The demand for Flour is steady at no variation in
wand, arose fairy bower, or silvan palace? No tradition en- from the shout and the sheep, in calamitous acquiescence. Over Dover ; and which the folks flock'd to peruse prices, but more money is required for ship parcels.
chain, if he has not forged or fitted the fetters? Must fancy, " ' Lie still, you fool,' said the hackney coachman, 'and At Squier's bazaar, the same evening, in crews, looked impertinently happy and frolicsome. The story PRICES ON BOARD OF SHIP.
no longer free, obey at all times his bidding, and follow the they'll jump easy.' Politicians, nevrsmongers, town council, and blues, Wheat, Red (old)
conveys an excellent moral -namely, that envy and White 6.56055.. (7i4085.. Beans, Small (new)
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heels even of a magician ? Imagination fold her own wings, " ' JUMP EASY r Heavens ! how strange are the vicissitudes Turks, heretics, infidels, jumpers, and Jews, 44 5s Tick (new) 34s 365.
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malignity always carry their own punishment along Red
and be satisfied to sit between the wings of his as he soars? of human affairs. To think of Mr. Blundell only but yes- Scorning Bachelor's papers, and Warren's reviews; s2s.s 555.
Kings are not despots-nor should subjects be slaves. None terda), or this evening rather-nay, not an hour ago-his day But the wind was then blowing towards Helvoetsluys, with them ; and that he who sours and sulks at the white---''er(tit3e6) 44it 2.:: ____ Harrow
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can understand, or feel his creations, who do not according to fine, his hopes immense, his whole life lapped up, as it were, And my father and I are in terrible stews, happiness of others, and tries to make them as splene- - Fine 545. 58s Brank ~ 345.385.
their powers study man and nature for themselves ; and that, in cotton and lavender, his success elegant, his evening about For so large a balloon is a sad thing to lose r -- Superfine 603. 643 Cats, Feed 285.325.
tic as himself, has all of the Devil about him-but his --Foreign free s. o New 24,27:.
too, among the people and their habitations, whom he described to be spent in a room ull (as he thought) of admirers ; and Here's news come at last 1 Here's news come at last ! live ^4s. 38s - Poland 2.5 s 323
in the fulness of knowledge and love." NOW his very prosperity is to consist in lying still in the mud, A vessel's come in, which has sail'd very fast; intellect. Gabriel Grub is supposed to be seated in Barley oSs. ses New 045. 305.
Grinding 303. 325. -- Potatoe 30s. 325.
e ing sheep over him I . And a gentleman serving before the mast,
" Despatches of the Duke of Wellington is an and 'l
letting jump the church-yard, scowling at the merry faces that have - Malting 365. 355.
Then to be called a 'fool :-' Lie still, you fool.' Mister Nokes, has declared that "the party has past Malt 465. 555, Scotch 30;.353.
interesting historiette, relative to the military career of
" Mr. Blundell could not stand it any longer (as the Irish- Safe across to the Hague, where their grapnel they cast been passing by, when he suddenly hears his name - Fine New 60s. 655. Irish ',3s.
Pease, Grey, New .365. 38s. Flour Town (per sack) 50'.555.
ere " Great Captain" in India. The account of the man said) ;so he rose up finally, just in time to secure a kick As a fat burgomaster was staring aghast called in very Satanic tones :- - Maple New 48s. 40s. -- Seconds 40, 50s.
from the last sheep, and emerged amidst a roar of congratu- To see such a monster come borne on the blast,--- white I,Bs 40s. -- North Country 423 455.
stcon of Seringapatam is animated, but the circum- "Seated on an upright tombstone, close to him, was a Boilers 425. 44s Bran .lO Hs.
lation." And it caught in his breeches, and there it stuck fast 1" strange unearthly figure, whom Gabriel felt at once was no „ , „ , ,„
stances are already well known.' One of the Duke's
" Theatre Royal, Little Pedlington," is a broad Huzzah I huzzah 1 one and eight-pence to pay being of this world. His long fantastic legs, which might ARRIVALS OF GRAIN IN LONDON DURING LAsl WI,LK
letters is singularly characteristic. He asks one of his For a letter from Hamborough, just come to say have reached the ground, were cocked up, and crossed after a. se ss 0 44 Tsp..,
quiz on Managers, actors, and play-wrights. Mr.
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friends to send him, per bearer, a Provost, in order to They descended at Weilburg about break of day ; quaint, fantastic fashion ; his sinewy arms were bare, and his From Whence. g .7: F • ''' .
Poole is the author, and exposes the foibles of And they've lent them the palace there, during their stay, bands rested on his knees. On his short round body he wore r. -.1 • .
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some plunderers," whose necks are ripe or
" hangthe green-room with racy humour. The " Wine And the town is becoming uncommonly gay, a close covering, ornamented with small slashes ; and a short ------- Qrs. Qrs. Qrs. Qrs. Qrs. Qrs. Q,Is. Sacks.
-.e• " The World we live in" is amusing and de- t' „ . And they're feasting the party, and soaking their clay cloak dangled at his back ; the collar was cut into curious Alemouth 54 - 508 - - -_ -
"100 s • Cellar, by Douglas Jerrold, is too serious for the
With Johannisberg,iand Rudesheim, Moselle, and Tokay; ~ which served the goblin in lieu of ruff or neckerchief • Boston
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the production of an observant man of the
eultory, " Humourist ;'' and the " Grand Kentucky Balloon" And the graves, and margraves, and counts beg and pray end his shoes curled up at the toes into long points. On his' Colchester:- 210 210 487 - - 168 147 1597
world. " Sketches among the Poor" contain some
is a good imitation of Whistlecraft's (Freere) free-and- That they won't think as yet about going away ; head he wore abroad-brimmed sugar-loaf hat, garnished with til .. Harwich - - 305 :255- 19u9
beautiful poetic lines. We shall be glad to find the Notwithstanding, they don't. mean to make much delay, a single feather. The hat was covered with the white frost, Dartmouth
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easy manner. If the future Numbers of the " NeW . Malden - 375 213 1329
But pack up the balloon in a waggon or dray, and the goblin looked as if he had sat on the same tombstone I,,,wich - - 9 , --." 695
series continued. " Alcibiades the Man" is brought
Monthly are equal to the present one, it will take as And pop themselves into a German "po-shay," very comfortably for two or three hundred years. He was keut - -83 115 210
conclusion, and reads with spirit to the very last And get on to Paris by Lisle and Tourney • sitting perfectly still ; bis tongue was put out, as if in derision ; !:
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We like the arch vivacity of the introductions Where they boldly declare, any wager they'll lay, and he was grinning at Gabriel Grub with such a grin as only Rye
word. Campbell, when the Smiths were constant contributors. If the gas people there do not ask them to pay a goblin could call up. ,uuthwold - - -
different chapters, though Mr. Savage Landor,Stockton
to- the Mr. Hook is just the sort of man to conduct such a Such a sum as must force them at once to say " Nay," "' lt was not the echoes,' said the goblin. Wells 3 0 - - - - 14 - -
whose savage satire on Ebony and Wordsworth we They'll inflate the balloon in the Champs Elysees, " Gabriel Grub was paralysed, and could make no reply. Wisbeach - - _ _
publication.
and shall notice in due course, can see ~ And be back again here, the begging of May. " ' What do you do here on Christmas Eve ?' said the gob- nonneeoeurr
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FRASER'S MAGAZINE. Dear met what a treat for a juvenile fete! lie sternly. Aberdeen
them-we apprehend, because they are not
nothing in What thousands will flock their arrival. to greet 1 "' I came to dig a grave, Sir,' stammered Gabriel Grub. Banff ......... - - - 650 - - -
eulogistic of his intellectuals. " Demo-
.F.raserr, like the New Monthly, begins the year with" . What man wanders among graves and churchyards on Le'th - 132 - - - -
sufficiently There'll be hardly a soul to be seen in the street,
.a well-written diatribe, but the spirit that spirit. The present Number is carefully got up, but For at Vauxhall the whole population will meet, such a night as this?' said the goblin. 4025 4171 3676 4693 - 1169 :874 7314
CraCy" is we miss the " Gallery of Portraits"-which is a sad And you'll scarcely get standing-room, much less a seat, " ' Gabriel Grub ! Gabriel Grub I' screamed a wild chorus IRISH.
it t,e,ems 'With prejudice and captiousness. of voices that seemed to fill the churchyard. Gabriel looked Dublin - -
pervades miss, for whatever may be said of some of the engrav- For this all preceding attraction must beat.
~ Violin is a delightful article, and the personal . fearfully round-nothing was to be seen. FOREIGN.
The And there they'll be seen-they'll be all to be seen ! 080 1400 ---16 60 -
" • What have you got in that bottle?' said the goblin. Altona .
• • " painted •
" Paganini pal wi ings, the literary sketches were always ably written.
The great-coats, the coffee-pot, mugs, and tureen! Amsterdam BB5 - - ..432.7 -- - - _
sketch of th the .skill of a" , Hollands, Sir,' replied the sexton, trembling more than - lto - -
Antwerp
We do not forget the arch memoir of Mr. Dunlop- With the tight-rope, and fire-works, and dancing between,
Whoever wrote this. animated paper must ever; for he had bought it of the smugglers, and he thought Brake - 1345 - 436 -., - - -
maerter. If the weather should :only prove fair and serene.
violinist of no mean excellence. Tact, that " remarkable biped, who had a beard as black as that perhaps his questioner might be in the Excise department kanil
Harlingen
n
hirn:;elf be a e And there, on a beautiful transparent screen, of the goblins. Memel - - - -
without la lasm could have
einem , on d e nothing with a shoe-brush, and always shaved with a brick-bat, In the middle you'll see a large picture of Green,' " ' Who drinks Hollands alone, and in a churchyard, on Rotterdam 920 1057 - 2466 - 575 111 -
and should have been to see more of such good- With Holland on one side who hired the machine, Stettin
gladbsuch a night as this ?' said the goblin. -2...- 1090 -. -_. i
5-34 = - _
..7
such a subject.describing scene; Coastways
humoured, biographical quizzes. The " Diamond And Monk Mason on t'other,' the " ' Gabriel Grub 1 Gabriel Grub 1' exclaimed the wild voices
A,,,l Fame on one leg in the air, like a queen, Total ... 6425 9189 awe 11:675 - 1830 1045 7114
,main.

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
This work will make a hit—at least, if the future
Numbers are carried on in the same spirit as the
present. " Boa" is a capital caterer for the public,
whether as editor or contributor, and we see a brilliant
course before him, if he will but condescend to read as
well as write. The " Prologue" to the Number is
from the pen of Dr. Maginn. It is agreeably and
pertinently written, and would be worth remembering,
were it only for the truth and good sense of this re-
mark, "it has been frequently observed—a. 1, indee,
we have more than fifty times experienced the fa:,
selves—that of all the stupid dinner-pars, by fa, 'it,
stupidest, is that at which the cliverest merkin the
world do congregate." The most miserable day
ever remember to have spent, was one spent in com-
pany with two undoubted wits, both of whom waxed
hypochondriacal inter scyphos—that is to say, over
their cups, and groaned in concert, like Testy and
Sensitive in Beresford's admirable " Miseries of Human
Life." The criticism on George Colman is worth
nothing, even though Theodore Hook be the perpe-
trator. The ",Monstre Balloon" is capital ; full of
animal spirits, and with a " graceful negligence" about
it, difficult to attain, and not to be imitated without
grievous peril to the imitator. Here it is :
THE " MONSTRE" BALLOON.
Oh t the balloon, the great balloon I
It left Vauxhall one Monday at noon,
And every one said we should hear of it soon
With news from Aleppo or Scanderoon.
But very soon after, folks changed their tune :
" The netting had burst—the silk—the shalloon ;
It had met with a trade-wind—a deuced monsoon—
It was blown out to sea—it was blown to the moon—
They ought to have put off their journey till June;
Sure none but a donkey, a goose, or baboon,
Would go up, in November, in any balloon I"
Then they talk'd about Green—" Oh I where's Mister Green?
And where's Mister Holland who hired the machine ?
And where is Monk Mason, the man that has been
,Up so often before—twelve times or thirteen—
And who writes such nice letters describing the scene ?
And where's the cold fowl, and the ham, and poteen ?
The press'd beef, with the fat cut off,—nothing but lean ?
And the portable soup in the patent tureen ?
Have they got to Grand Cairo ? or reach'd Aberdeen ?
Or Jerusalem—Hamburg—or Ballyporeen ?
No 1 they have not been seen ! Oh 1 they haven't been seen I"
Stay 1 here's Mister Gye—Mister Frederick Gye.
" At Paris," says he, " I've been up very high,
A couple of hundred of toises, or nigh,
A cockstride the Tuileries pantiles, to spy,
With Dolland's best telescope stuck at my eye,
And my umbrella under my arm like Paul Pry,
But I could see nothing at all but the sky;
So I thought with myself 'twas of no use to try
Any longer; and feeling remarkably dry
From sitting all day stuck up there, like a Guy,
I came down again, and—you see—here am I I"
But here's Mister Hughes !—What says young Mr. Hughes ?
" Why, I'm sorry to say, we've not got any news
Since the letter they threw down in one of their shoes,
Which gave the Mayor's nose such a deuce of a bruise,
As be popp'd up his eye-glass to look at their cruise
Over Dover ; and which the folks fiock'd to peruse
At Squier's bazaar, the same evening, in crews,
Politicians, newsmongers, town council, and blues,
Turks, heretics, infidels, jumpers, and Jews,
Scorning Bachelor's papers, and Warren's reviews;
But the wind was then blowing towards Helvoetsluys,
And my father and I are in terrible stews,
For so large a balloon is a sad thing to lose 1"
Here's news come at last I Here's news come at last 1
A vessel's come in, which has sail'd very fast;
And a gentleman serving before the mast,
Mister Nokes, has declared that " the party has past
Safe across to the Hague, where their grapnel they cast
As a fat burgomaster was staring aghast
To see such a monster come borne on the blast,
And it caught in his breeches, and there it stuck fast l"
Huzzah huzzah I one and eight-pence to pay
For a letter from Hamborough, just come to say
They descended at Weilburg about break of day ;
And they've lent them the palace there, during their stay,
And the town is becoming uncommonly gay,
And they're feasting the party, and soaking their clay
With Johannisberg, Rudesheim, Moselle, and Tokay ;
And the landgraves, and margraves, and counts beg and pray
That they won't think as yet about going away ;
Notwithstanding, they don't mean to make much delay,
But pack up the balloon in a waggon or dray,
And pop themselves into a German "po-shay,"
And get on to Paris by Lisle and Tourney •
Where they boldly declare, any wager they'll lay,
If the gas people there do not ask them to pay
Such a sum as must force them at once to say " Nay,"
They'll inflate the balloon in the Champs Elysees,
And be back again here, the begging of May.
Dear met what a treat for a juvenile fete
What thousands will flock their arrival to greet 1
There'll be hardly a soul to be seen in the street,
For at Vauxhall the whole population will meet,
And you'll scarcely get standing-room, much less a seat,
For this all preceding attraction must beat.
And there they'll be seen—they'll be all to be seen !
The great-coats, the coffee-pot, mugs, and tureen I
With the tight-rope, and fire-works, and dancing between,
If the weather should only prove fair and serene.
And there, on a beautiful transparent screen,
In the middle you'll see a large picture of Green,'
With Holland on one side, who hired the machine,
And Monk Mason on t'other, describing the scene;
And Fame on one leg in the air, like a queen,
With three wreaths and a trumpet, will aver them lean;
While Envy, in serpents and black bombazine,
Looks on from below with an air of chagrin.
" Handy Andy" is a sprightly tale, by Mr. Lover,
one of the most cordial and sincere of our hurnourists.
There is a festive spirit in Mr. Lover's temperament,
equalled only by O'Doherty. The " Legend of
Manor Hall" is scarcely worthy of Peacock, whose
romance of " Melincourt," we once heard the late
Dr. Valpy—and he was high authority—praise as
one of the best satirical fictions of the age. Well we
remember the noble old man's hearty chuckle over the
country bank of Messrs. " Air-bubble, Smoke-shadow,
and Hop-the-twig," with their appropriately-designated
Secretary, " William Walk-off, Esq." Mr. Peacock
is one of the best (though not best known) comic
writers of his day. His " Island of Cimmerian
Gloom," in the tale of Melincourt, is an allegory
worthy to vie with the immortal 44 Voyage to the
Holy Bottle." Here, however, he is evidently out of
his element, for rhyme cramps his humour. He dances
in fetters. The " Public Life of Mr. Tulrumble" is
by Boa. It is good, but not in his best manner.
Who are you ?" is an ingenious—we might
almost add—original notion, worthily worked out by
Lover. Charles 011ier's " Gossip with some
old English Poets" forms a delightful relief to
the Number. We are glad to find him speaking re-
verently of the author of the " Spleen." Quaker
Green was one of the most original poets of his day,
and Melmoth has not appreciated him too highly.
Few now read the " Spleen "—the more's the pity—
but there arc single lines in it with which every reader
is familiar. Green was an odd fish, testy, waspish,
and sensitive ; but with as brave a heart as ever beat in
human bosom. Oilier praises Herrick too, which shows
his good sense ; but he makes no mention of the
" Mad Maid's Song," which is the finest poem he
ever wrote, particularly as regards the last stanza,
which, if we mistake not, runs thus—
" He's soft and tender, pray take heed,
With bands of cowslips bind him ;
And bring him here, but 'tis decreed,
That I shall never find him ! "
The partial return to:reason in this last line has always
struck us as exquisitely pathetic, and not the less so
from its extreme simplicity. We have given but a
hasty notice of this " Miscellany ;" but we cannot
help it, for a whole pyramid of periodicals awaits us,
Our " library table"—as the Athenmum would

THE PICKWICK PAPERS, No. X.
This Number, though of a more serious character
han its predecessors, is quite equal to the best of them.
" Boz" tells a ghost story with remarkable spirit,
nearly as well as Washington Irving ; throwing in
little touches of fancy, and quaint, but earnest descrip-
tion, that show the master-hand. In the Number before
us, he tells us the anecdote of the morose, envious
sexton, who was carried away by the Devil one fine
Christmas eve, because he thumped a little boy who
looked impertinently happy and frolicsome. The story
conveys an excellent moral —namely, that envy and
malignity always carry their own punishment along
with them ; and that he who sours and sulks at the
happiness of others, and tries to make them as splene-
tic as himself, has all of the Devil about him—but his
intellect. Gabriel Grub is supposed to be seated in
the church-yard, scowling at the merry faces that have
been passing by, when he suddenly hears his name
called in very Satanic tones :
" Seated on an upright tombstone, close to him, was a
strange unearthly figure, whom Gabriel felt at once was no
being of this world. His long fantastic legs, which might
have reached the ground, were cocked up, and crossed after a
quaint, fantastic fashion ; his sinewy arms were bare, and his
hands rested on his knees. On his short round body he wore
a close covering, ornamented with small slashes ; and a short
cloak dangled at his back ; the collar was cut into curious
peaks, which served the goblin in lieu of ruff or neckerchief ;
and his shoes curled up at the toes into long points. On his
head he wore a broad-brimmed sugar-loaf hat, garnished with
a single feather. The hat was covered with the white frost,
and the goblin looked as if he had sat on the same tombstone
very comfortably for two or three hundred years. He was
'ing perfectly still ; his tongue was put out, as if in derision ;
and he was grinning at Gabriel Grub with such a grin as only
a goblin could call up.
6' ' It was not the echoes,' said the goblin.
" Gabriel Grub was paralysed, and could make no reply.
"' What do you do here on Christmas Eve ?' said the gob-
lin sternly.
" I came to dig a grave, Sir,' stammered Gabriel Grub.
"' What man wanders among graves and churchyards on
such a night as this ?' said the goblin.
" ' Gabriel Grub ! Gabriel Grub screamed a wild chorus
of voices that seemed to fill the churchyard. Gabriel looked
fearfully round—nothing was to be seen.
" What have you got in that bottle?' said the goblin.
" ' Hollands, Sir,' replied the sexton, trembling more than
ever ; for he had bought it of the smugglers, and he thought
that perhaps his questioner might be in the Excise department
of the goblins.
Who drinks Hollands alone, and in a churchyard, on
such a night as this ?' said the goblin.
" ' Gabriel Grub Gabriel Grub I' exclaimed the wild voices
again.
" The goblin leered maliciously at the terrified sexton, and
then raising his voice, exclaimed—
"' And who, then, is our fair and lawful prize?'
" To this inquiry the invisible chorus replied, in a strain that
sounded like the voices of many choristers singing to the
mighty swell of the old church organ—a strain that seemed
borne to the sexton's ears upon a gentle wind, and to die away
as its soft breath passed onward—but the burden of the reply
was still the same, ' Gabriel Grub 1 Gabriel Grnb 1'
" The goblin grinned a broader grin than before, as he said,
Well, Gabriel, what do you say to this?'
" The sexton gasped for breath.
," What do you think of this, Gabriel?' said the goblin,
kicking up his feet in the air on either side the tombstone, and
looking at the turned-up points with as much complacency as
if he had been contemplating the most fashionable pair of
Wellingtons in all Bond-street.:
" ' Its—its—very curious, Sir,' replied the sexton, half dead
with fright, very curious, and very pretty; but I think I'll
go back and finish my work, Sir, if you please.'
" ' Work !' said the goblin, what work ?'
" The grave, Sir, making the grave,' stammered the sexton.
" Oh, the grave, eh ?' said the goblin ; who makes graves
at a time when all other men are merry, and takes a pleasure
in it ?'
‘• Again the mysterious voices replied, Gabriel Grub I,
Gabriel Grub l'
" ' I'm afraid my friends want you, Gabriel,' said the goblin
thrusting his tongue further into his cheek than ever—and a
most astonishing tongue it was—' I'm afraid my friends want
,ou, Gabriel,' said the goblin.
"' Under favour, Sir,' replied the horror-struck sexton,

FBA SER' S MAGAZINE.
Fraser, like the New Monthly, begins the year with
spirit. The present Number is carefully got up, but
we miss the " Gallery of Portraits"—which is a sad
miss, for whatever may be said of some of the engrav-
ings, the literary sketches were always ably written.
We do not forget the arch memoir of Mr. Dunlop—
that " remarkable biped, who had a beard as black as
a shoe-brush, and always shaved with a brick-bat,"
and should have been glad to see more of such good-
humoured, biographical quizzes. The " Diamond
Necklace" is a striking production, containing passages
of subtle, profound thought, and impassioned elo-
quence, and not a few, to our dim apprehension at
least, utterly unintelligible. The fancy of the poet,
and the good sense and erudition of the scholar, are
quaintly mixed up with the mysticism and affectation
of the" German transcendentalist. The following passage
which, bating a few eccentricities of thought and ex-
pression, deserves all praise for its high-toned, poetic
character, will give a good idea of Mr. Carlyle's man-

lOW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Mr. Theodore Hook—the new Editor of this perio-
dical—has set to work in good style, and turned out a
every way equals our
Number thatexpectation. It is
full of fun--full of variety—full. of light, sparkling
contributors are numerous, and each
talent ; for the
has put his shoulder to the wheel, and done his best.
and Anticipations
" Retrospections "-----what a compre-
bens.:ve theme for wit, moralist, or metaphysician !—is
-pleasantly introductory, but is something irreverent in
i Chrstmas, which is
its mention of pronounced " a
bore." Now this, as the late Lord Liverpool would
have said, is " really too bad. ' What, Christmas a
with its Pantomimes and holiday-
bore ! Christmas,
;makings, its social
family parties, its clear sunny frosts,
and droll exhibitions to be seen in every street, of fat
gentlemen grotesquely wavering upon pavement slides,
or shut up in their hats by snowy avalanches hurled
4idown on them from the house-tops--what ! this season
of fun and festivity ? when lips are heard smacking
under the missletoe, and broad laughter is the order of
the day—a bore ? Not so. Gentility is a good thing
in itss was, but it must not affect to sneer at Christmas,
or ell low it out of fashion as a bore. 'Tis England's
,ily holiday, as Leigh Hunt has lately told
us in one
of the most piquant little poems we have ever read, and
should be respected as such. " The Gurney Papers"
are from the pen of Theodore Hook. They are writ-
ten in a fine comic spirit, bordering on caricature.
<< Beniden de Berg " is by American Willis, and in
some of its descriptions displays considerable graphic
ability. " The History of a Radical ". would be better
-were it more candid in its tone. We demur, not to its
talent, but its spirit, which is one of unleavened Toryism.
The " Late George Colman " is but sorry criticism.
The writer, we perceive, talks of George as being
Peter Pindar's superior, whereas he was not fit to hold
a rtlsh-light to him. We look , i the author :4 the
" Lousiad," as one of the most fertile and original
humoilrists that ever lived, and would scarcely hesitate
to rank him with Lucian and Rabelais. Who, but a
man of :first-rate powers of comic invention could have
penned a mock-heroic poem in four books sufficient to
fill a volume, on the simple fact of his Majeqy's ap-
petite being disordered at dinner by the unexpected ap-
parition of a louse on his plate ? The idea may be
100 gross for the present age, yet the " Lousiad "
once convulsed a court, and split the sides of universal
'England. Again', the critic tells us, that " Colnlan's

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SMITHFIEL.
This day's supply was verygood,
alteration from the prices last (plot

. .
PRICES PER STONE OF BLI3. TO SINK TUE OFFALS.
s. d. to s. et. s. d. to s 0.
Inferior Beasts 2 2 2 4 Inferior Sheep ...... ...... 2 4 2 6
Second quality ditto 2 8 3 2 Second quality ditto 2 8 3 4
Prime large Oxen 3 4 3 8 Coarse-woolled ditto..... 310 4 4
Prime Scots, &c. 3lO 4 2 Southdown Wethers ... 4 8 5 0
Large coarse Calves 4 0 4 8 Large Hogs 3 2 2 8
Prime small ditto 5 0 5 4 Small Porkers
Sulaing Calves each ...16 0 32 0 Quarter old Pig teach) 12 to 20 0
SUPPLY, AS PER. CLERIC'S STATEMENT.
Beasts. I Sheep. I Calves. I Pigs.
2,030 27,500 160 260
About 700 of the Beasts came up the St. Alban's road ; about 800 up
the other northern roads; about 650 (including Irish) from the western
and midland districts : about 350 from Norfolk, Suftblk, Emsex, and Cam-
bridgeshire ; about 80 from Kent and Sussex ; and most of the remainder
from the marshes, &e. iu the neighbourhood of London.

ner :

" In our own poor nineteenth century, the writer of these lines
has been fortunate enough to see not a few glimpses of romance ;
the imagines this nineteenth is hardly a whit less romantic than
that ninth, or any other, since centuries began. Apart from
Napoleon, and the Demons, and Mirabeans, whose fire-words
(of public speaking) and fire-whirlwinds (of cannon and
musketry), which for a season darkened the air, are, perhaps,
at bottom but superficial phenomena, he has witnessed, in re-
motest places, much that could be called romantic, even mira-
culous. He has witnessed overhead the infinite deep, with
greater and lesser lights, bright-rolling, silent-beaming, hurled
forth by the hand of God ; around him, and under his feet,
the wonderfullest earth, with her winter snow-storms and her
summer spice-airs, and (unaccountablest of all) him-Self stand-
ing there. He stood in the lapse of time ;he saw eternity
behind him, and before him. The all-encircling mysterious
tide of Force, thousand fold (for from force of thought to force
of gravitation what an interval I) billowed shoreless on ; bore
him too along with it,—he too was part of it. From its bosom
rose and vanished, in perpetual change, the lordliest Real-
Phantasmagory ( which was Being) ; and ever anew rose and
vanished ; and ever that lordliest:many-coloured scene was full,
another yet the same. Oak trees fell, young acorns sprang :
men too, new sent from the Unknown, he met, of tiniest size,
who waxed into stature, into strength of sinew, passionate fire
and light : in other men the light was growing dim, the si-
news all feeble ; they sank, motionless, into ashes, into invi-
sibility ; returned back to the Unknown, beckoning him their
mute farewell. He wanders still by the parting-spot ; cannot
hear them ; they are far, how far It was a sight for angels,
and archangels ; for, indeed, God himself had made it wholly.
One many-glancing asbestos-thread in the web of Universal
History, spirit-woven, it rustled there, as with the howl of
mighty winds, through that " wild-roaring Loom of Time."
Generation after generation (hcndreds of them, or thousands
of them, from the unknown Beginning), so loud, so stormful
busy, rushed torrent-wise, thundering, down, down ; and fell
all silent (only some feeble re-echo, which grew ever feebler,
struggling up), and oblivion swallowed them all. Thousands
more, to the unknown Ending, will follow ; and thou here (of
this present one) hangest as a drop, still sungilt, on the giddy
edge ; one moment, while the darkness hat not yet engulphed
thee ! 0, brother !is that what thou callest prosaic ; of
small interest ? Of small interest, and for thee ? Awake,
poor troubled sleeper ; shake off thy torpid nightmare dream.
look, sea behold it, the flame-image ; splendours high as
heaven, terrors deep as hell : this is God's Creation ; this
is Man's Life."
" A Scourging Soliloquy about the Annuals" is a
light, sketchy, half-waspish, half-good-humoured no-
tice of these elegant ephemera, the majority of which,

JENHALL MARKETS,
,y the Careasi,

NEWUATE AND LEA.
At per stone, 1
s. d. to s d. s d to s d.
Beef, inferior 2 '2 2 4 Mutton, inferior 2 4 2 6
- middling . ..... ..... 2 6 210 - middling '2 8 2 '2
- prime large 3 2 3 4 - prime 3 4 3 8
-- prime 5ma11......... 3 8 4' 0 Pork, large 1 6 4 4
Veal 3 2 4 4 -small 4 6 410

In consequence of a very. general expression of pub-
lic opinion, the lessee of Drury-lane Theatre has announced
his intention from this day to reduce his prices to the same
scale as those of Covent-garden Theatre. With a theatre
so newly and beautifully decorated, with such a numerous
establishment, and such extraordinary foreign engagements
as the lessee is said to have made, it is evident the house
must be full every night to enable him to reap
,any great
profit ; and. when all these are to be seen for 45., 25., and
ls. (the prices of all the minor theatres), we have no doubt
it will be. Indeed Our wonder is that Mr. Bunn had not
resorted to this plan long ago, taking all circumstances into
amount : but " better late than never i" We heartily wish
him all success, and the public at large will do themselves
honour, and us a great pleasure by confirming our good

don't think they can, Sir ; ihey don't know me, Sir ; I don't
think the gentlemen have ever seen me, Sir.'
" Oh yes they have,' replied the goblin ; we know the
man with the sulky face and the grim scowl, that came down
the street to-night, throwing his evil looks at the children, and
grasping his burying spade the tighter. We know the man
that struck the boy in the envious malice of his heart, because
the boy could be merry, and he could not. We know him, we
know him.'
Gabriel is soon afterwards carried off to Tophet,
where he meets with strange sights, and is put to strange
tortures. The thing, of course, is but a dream—people
are apt to have the night-mare about Christmas time—
but it produces a most wholesome effect on Gabriel's
mind, for he finally becomes a tolerant, benevolent, and
cheerful man, and as popular throughout the village
as he once was the reverse.

wishes.
We have much pleasure in hearing that the Post-
master-General is about to bestow suitable rewards upon
the mail•coach guards who have so much distinguished
themselves by their intrepid conduct during the, late snow
storm. For ourselves, we deem it but justice to these men
to say that a strong sense of public duty influencing brave
men could alone have sustained them during the almost
superhuman efforts on their part which hale been recorded
in our paper.
Wit and humour are no novelty in the pages of Mr.
Colburn's New Monthly, whatever they may be elsewhere.
The January number of that publication, however, will be
found to contain a double quantum of those pleasant qualities
which we all know to be so particularly desirable at this sea-
son. One of those new periodicals, which are born with
every new year—though their deaths are not regularly re-
corded—talks about the other Magazines hiding their dimi-
ilished heads. This, at all events, cannot apply to the New
Monthly, which in size approaches to a Quarterly Review, and
in its contents offers more readable, racy, and piquant articles
than, perhaps, were ever before assembled together in a single
number of any periodical. We commend the public, how-
ever, to judge for 4-- lye'