The Sun.
London, England, 1853-10-03 00:00:00

tion of Mr. Ailingham and Mr. Meredith, our
young poets are a very hopeless generation."
Meanwhile, Mr. M'Carthy is fervently eulogised
by the Dublin University Magazine—Mr. Smith
himself by the Critic—Mr. Yendys by the Eclectic
—Fraser generously sharing his praises between
Mr. Meredith and Mr. Allingham.
" The poetry of earth is never dead."
Let us hope that, with a cluster of poetic emulators
such as these, the love of song may not altogether
die out in our generation. Another contribution
not yet mentioned, a paper entitled " The Na-
turalist in Devonshire," lends its charm to the
attractions of Fraser for October.

The Dublin University.—We meet with " Sir
Jasper Carew" again in this number. The story
increases in interest as it proceeds. There are
three chapters in this part, which describe the
hero's return to England, where he has an inter-
view with Mr. Pitt, on the occasion of his having
become possessed of some secret papers belonging
to the Minister. He does not gain much
by his acquaintance with those in high places
though, for, after long delays and promises that are
not fulfilled, he is committed to Newgate onsuspi-
cion. In the last chapter he is introduced to the
exiled King of France, and he is left thinking over
a plan proposed to him of going over to the Conti-
nent as an agent for the cause of royalty. " A
Night with the Mystics" is a very extraordinary
composition, but it will very probably furnish
amusement. In the article on "Irish Rivers," the
Tolka is here described, and several anecdotes con-
nected with the locality are narrated. " Autobio-
graphy of an Artist" adds another to the many
criticisms that have lately appeared on the subject
of Haydon. In conclusion, some remarks are made
on M. Guizot's " Treatise on the Fine Arts," in
which it is said tha'6 the French writer's ideas on
such matters " are refined and elegant, and form
an admirable corrective to the extravagances of the
English enthusiast. Had Haydon but possessed
this element of taste along with his energy, and,
we may add, genius, his works would now be the
standard authority on all such matters, and his
works might have secured the place he aspired to
for them. But talent is, fortunately for medio-
crity, scattered indiscriminately amongst men, and
it is the exception where it falls in all its complete-
ness upon one individual. Where it does, it pro-
duces Michael Augelos, Rafaelles, Reynoldses."
There is an account of " The Nimrod Obelisk "
given, which is very curious. It is now in the
British Museum. " The obelisk contains 190 lines
of cuneatic writing ;" the annals it describes extend
over a period of thirty-one years. " The Leaves
of October" contain some very pleasing poems.
The most worthy of notice is the " Angel's Foot-
steps." Some of the verses are here given :

" Beside an infant, newly born,
The angels of the young life stand,
Celestial rays their brows adorn,
Celestial flowers are in their hand.
Seraph sister, whisper they,
We bring thee tokens from above ;
Chosen for Immortality,
Thy mission upon earth is Love.
" Fair, fair, the infant seraph grew,
And holier from day to day ;
So gentle, so benign, so true,
She was not meant on earth to stay.
Fondly we prayed her yet to stay
Awhile, earth's fullest joys to share ;
But she would upward look, and say,
Come thou with me—my home is there.'
" Then sweetly smiling to the last,
A denizen of worlds to come,
Scatt'ring bright flowers, the pilgrim pass'd
Away to her own Heaven—home.
Where bends the emerald arch of peace
In radiant iris—hues of glory ;
Where the redeemed never cease
The praise of Hallelujah ! Holy !
" Through leafy trees the mourner's eye
Still sees at dawn, from yonder sod,
That blue Forget-me-nots on high
Mark where her angel-footsteps trod."

Bentley's Miscellany.—" Aspen Court" is, as
usual, the chief feature in this magazine. The
three chapters of the present instalment leave the
individuals introduced in unenviable bewilderment.
" Camps and Manoeuvres" is an article chiefly
treating on the French camp of Satory, just broken
up. It concludes with the recommendation of
small military armies and large defensive force as
the best protection for States. " A Gossip about
New Books" gives us, among other notices, a criti-
cism on Bleak House, which, while demurring to
some points of the tale, does full justice to the
genius of its author. " The Weird Man," the
only poetical contribution of the month, is a wild
and singular tale in verse, continued from the last
number. Of its merits we cannot speak very
highly. " A Journey from Westminster Abbey to
St. Peter's" shows us the comic side of life in the
City of the Seven Hills. In an article on " Jour-
nals and Journal Keepers," it is justly observed
that those most qualified to record what they see
and do, and who have most to record, have little
time for the task. Miss Moodie's present paper on
" Practical Jokes" is a contrast to her last tragic
picture. "Miss Barbara Bliss and her Miseriess"
is a history of a trick played upon an old-fashioned
old maid, by her nephew and his companions in
the army. It is curious to read, in a history of
Tennis, the names of so many celebrated characters
among the performers. An amusing collection of
anecdotes, social and political, by a French autho-
ress, includes the following :