The Sun.
London, England, 1862-12-13 00:00:00

LIIE.RI.TURE.

- 'Blackwood's Magazine.
Those curious fictions respectirg Waterloo which
Messrs. Thiers _and Victor Hugo have lately coined
to salve the wounded vanity of the Ereach, are
good-Lc:Mout edly, but unsparingly, ridiculed iu the
opening articles this mouth. The.eleventh part of
" Caxtoniana" is as interesting as usual, and com-
prises two essays, styled " Faith and Charity; or
the Union, in . Practical Life, of Sincerity and Con-
ciliation," and " Upon the Efficacy of Praise." The
tale of " Salem Chapel" is well sustained. There is
a clever poem on Roman life called " Giannone,"
and the recent biography of Christopher North fur-
nishes matter for a paper.

The Exchange.

"How they Defend Protection in America," is
the title of the opening article in this number,
which anatomises Mr. Bigelow's recent work on the
Tariff Question. The paper on the "Hawaiian
Islands' will be found interesting, and that on
" The Position and Prospects of the Cotton Trade
in -Europe" commands attention.

Newton's London Journal of Arts and Sciences.
We direct attention to the article in this number
on " The Cultivation of Tobacco in Ireland." The
writer states it would not only be a source of great
profit but a remedy for the potato disease. The
notices of recent patents and of scientific discoveries
are copious as usual.

The Influence of the Mosaic Code upon subseguen,
Legislation. By J. B. Marsden, solicitor,
Hamilton, Adams, and Co.

In his preface the author states that his work
" can claim but slender pretensions to original re-
search, still less to theological learning," and that
"materials for the work were chiefly furnished by
the investigations of other writers, who, in pursuit
of different objects, had already travelled over some
portions of the same ground." He considers that
the laws of Moses are the most ancient of legal in-
stitutions, that the Egyptians adopted or profited
by them, and that they then spread into Greece
and other countries of Europe. He has been at
considerable pains to trace the analogy existing
between punishments for crime in different nations
and at different periods, and the result is a volume
which, if it fail to prove all that the author ad-
vances, contains at least a great deal of curious in-
formation.

Temple Bar.

A new tale is commenced in this number by the
author of " Lady Audley's Secret," called " John
Marcbmont's Legacy," which promises well. The
adventures of Captain Dangerous, too, progress with
spirit. That hero is now taken into the service of
a French Cardinal, sent into Italy as a spy, and
receives from his patron as a parting gift a small
emerald ring in which " was compactly stowed a
quantity of very subtle and potent poison, sufficient
to kill two men. ' One never knows what may
happen, dear captain,' says his eminence to me with
his courteous smile, ' Your profession is one of sud-
den risks, leading sometimes to prospects of painful
Inconvenience. If you are brought to such a pass
that all your ingenuity will not enable you to
extricate yourself from it, and if you have any
rational objection, say, to being burnt alive, or
broken on the wheel, 'tis always as well to have the
means at hand of executing oneself with genteel
Tranquillity.'" The third number of "Breakfast in
Bed," writes up Mr. Mayor's Spelling Book, and
snubs Bishop Coleus°. The story of "Aurora
Floyd" has reached its thirty-sixth chapter, and
" A History of Comedy" is readable.

Songs on Italy. By Caroline Giffard Phillipson.

llardwicke.

The autbor:of these effusions is one of Garibaldi's
numerous lady sympathisers, who, having had an
interview with the General at Turin in the spring
of 1861, has expressed the'emotions she then felt in
verse, has added various other poems, and has dedi-
cated to him the volume. The intention is better
than the execution. As a specimen we give the
following stanzas from the poem called " One Year
Ago" :

" One year ago! How short, how short I
And yet how long appears , _
The time with all its crowded hopes,
, Its multitude of fears.
One year ago, beside thy bed
I sat with loving awe,
The sunlight crown'd that noble head,
• And stream'd upon the floor.
" A halo such as saints might wear,
Seem'd giv'n thee from above,
A holy radiance—still, yet fair,
For rev'rent souls to love I
•
And as I gaz'd I treasured
Each pure high word that fell
From those pale lips with patriot warmth—
Yes, I remember well,

Poems. By T. W. James. Jewell.
This is a tiny little volume, but its contents dis-
play a certain amount of both fancy and feeling.
Among the best of the poems are those entitled
"Dying ! Dying! '' and "On the Death of
the Princess Elizabeth."