The Sun.
London, England, 1853-07-04 00:00:00

MAGAZIN,

unwilling to resign to death. Life has, however,
such horrors in store for the dear object of her
affections, that she laments that Georgina had not
been snatched away in the hour of innocent child-
hood. She awakes to be thankful to find the child
removed from the weary world where she was
promised
so appalling a fate. There are some re-
marks made upon a " Translation of Horace", by
Newman, which appear to be very well executed.
An extract is taken from the work in question, as
affording a good specimen of the style. These are
some of the first lines :
"How blest is he, who, far from troublous care,
As the ancient race of mortals,
Witrho lliso
wnoxeexnetmilplste d hisl father's fields,
From usurers
Nor by the savage trump in the camp is roused,
Nor quails at the angry billows,
And shuns the forum, and the thresholds proud
Of citizens overweening.
But he the vine's glad up-grown progeny
Weds to the lofty poplars,
And with his curved knife pruning useless boughs,
Engrafts more hopeful scions.
Or from the fields where autumn rears her head,
With mellow fruitage comely,
How joys lie plucking his engrafted pears,
And grape that vies with purple,
To honour thee, Priassus, and thee, sire,
Silvanus, guard of landmarks.

The Dublin University.—" Sir Jasper Carew" is
continued in three chapters. It increases n i
in-
terest and advances in importance, inasmuch as its
hero is taken from the solitude of the Spluzen
Alps to the strife and tumult of the revolution of
Paris. The Battle of the Sections is described with
great ability, and the scene of horror is vividly
brought before the mind of the reader. Jasper is
commanded by his uncle to pass for a Frenchman's
child, instead of his own family's last representa-
tive in Ireland. The second part of " The Ancient
Music of the Hebrews in General, and their
Temple Music in Particular," is concluded. It is
peculiarly interesting to peruse these records of the
mighty race. It is observed that we can form no
adequate idea of the effect produced by the ob-
servances of the Temple rites ; everything was cal-
culated to occasion grandeur of effect the
voices of a thousand singers, mingled with
the sounds of numberless harps, lutes, and
wind instruments in the vast spaces of the
temple. The attraction attaching itself to the
memory of these splendid memorials is enhanced by
the thought that the genius that then and there
exhibited itself has not yet passed away from the
race it adorned and elevated. The descen lants of
those who celebrated the Lord's praises on trumpets
and symbols in the Holy Temple, and sang to the
memory of Zion by the waters of Babylon, are still
distinguished for their talents in the same beauti-
ful art, and music is now their last stronghold of
triumph. A most touching tribute is paid to the
memory of " Edgar Allan Poe." It is remarked
that, though many and great were the defects that
marred the fair picture of the life and character of
this genius who has departed from among us, in
his writings there is, " past all dishonour, left only
the beautiful." Here, however, but little is said
of his domestic habits, for as no trace of their exist-
ence is found in his compositions, a criticism of
their excellences has no occasion for their intru-
sion. The memory of his early, lost Virginia, his
dearly beloved wife, tinged with melancholy his
later poems. "It was the one shadow, the mourn-
ful remembrance, like cypresses in an Italian ceme-
tery." There are some pleasing verses, entitled
" Songs for Summer." The most graceful is the
last one, called " The Wild Bee of Lough Bey," in
which the metre is very flowing, and the thoughts
melodiously expressed. These two verses give an
idea of the style :

" Oh, faith of my country, that brightly and purely,
Wert cradled and fed in the morning of time ;
Till, spreading thy wild wings, thou soughtest securely
The sweet seeming buds of a happier clime.
" Wilt thou die in those flowers, the fair and deceiving,
Or wander on weary wings joyfully back?
Go, sleep in the bud thou hast suffered for leaving,
And never more fly o'er the desolate track."