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London, England, 1853-03-03 00:00:00

ing of regard, as it renders a just tribute
to merit, talent, and energy. " Sir Jasper
Carew" is continued in two chapters, which termi-
nates the history of the trial, broken off last
month at 89 critical a juncture. At the apparent
close of the proceedings a new witness appears,
who declares that he himself killed the man, sup-
posed to be murdered by another, and instantly
fell down dead from excitement, his health having
been previously shattered. "Spring Time Flowers"
contains several excellent verses, thereby continuing
the usual merit of this publication in this respect.
" The Daffodil" is a very pleasing and graceful
lyric. The best, perhaps, is " Nature's Teachings."
Three of the verses are here given :

" NATURE'S TEACHINGS.
" Oh ! ye flowers blooming
In your golden beds,
Wild and unassuming,
Lifting your fair heads ;
Or your bright forms spreading
In the meadows wide,
And rich perfumes shedding
Wflere glad streamlets glide ;
Though boasted not in story,
Each of you outvies
The regal pomp and glory
Of Solomon the Wise.

" Oh ! ye billows rolling
In your power and pride,
' Beyond man's controlling
Onward ye will glide.
Underneath you slumber,
In a dreamless sleep,
High hearts without number,
Hidden by the deep.
Yet will cease your power,
Mighty though it be ;
In God's appointed hour
There shall be no more sea.

" Oh ! ye bright stars gleaming
From yon lofty sphere,
In your splendour beaming
On us mortals here,
Deeming it your duty
Darksome paths to light,
Shining in your beauty,
' Watchers of the night e
They who are forgiven,
They whose faith endures,
Shall yet wear in heaven
Brighter crowns than yours."

The New Monthly.—Several new characters are
introduced by Mr. Ainsworth in the course of the
new (being the third) instalment of his old English
story of " The Flitch of Bacon ; or, The Custom
of Dunmow." Foremost among them is honest,
roystering Squire Monkbury—the lord of the manor
of Dunmow—familiarly known as the Squire
throughout the neighbourhood—as Alfred Tenny-
son sings of his " double" in " The Princess"—
"A fine, broad-chested, genial Englishman."

Besides the Squire, there are his boon companions
the Vicar of Dunmow, hight Doctor Sidebottom,
and the old huntsman, Paul Flitwick. Captain
Juddock " comes out " gloriously as the narrative
advances. He carols another of his jovial Baccha-
nalian ditties over a bowl of punch—a song
entitled " The Wine-Drinker's Declaration"—and
more than this he inveigles poor unfortunate little
Jonas Nettlebed into a wager that he won't ob-
tain the Flitch, he (the Captain) betting him (the
landlord) 10,0001. against 501. that he cannot—by
any possibility—when it tomes to the oath—save
his bacon ! There is great fun in the progress of
the tale, and a promise of still greater when the
plot becomes a little more developed. Conspicuous
among the lighter contributions to the New
Monthly for this present March is a story of " A
Royal Whim," taken from the German of Wilhelm
Meinhold, an author tolerably well known in this
country as the writer of " The Amber Witch."
A brief but by no means superficial account is giveif
of the " New Arctic Expedition," in a paper duly
notifying the extraordinary circumstance that there
will be no less than sixteen vessels (exclusive of
the Prince Albert) this summer in the Arctic
Regions ! Cordially do we exclaim with the writer,
from our heart—" Heaven protect them in their
labour of love, and grant them success ! " Dudley
Costello has again, this month, another of his odd,
droll, quizzical contributions—an extravagance
called by him (rather vulgarly)" The New Norman
Conquest ; or, How Paul Brioche meant to have
pitched into us." The New Monthly fanatic follows
up his former rant by what he calls " The Sequel to
A Word to England."' In addition to a great
many other articles, not here mentioned, there will
be found, towards the close of the magazine, an in-
telligent and very readable paper on " Sir William
Hamilton," partaking as much of the character of
la criticism as of a biography.

Ainsworth.—ln this month's number we meet
with a goodly array of romantic tales. " Madeline
Vernar" is a very unfortunate young girl, who
was deceived by the attentions of a heartless man
into believing herself the object of his regard. Too
late she discovers he was trifling with her, and
went home to die of a broken heart. Notwith-
standing this instance of Mr. Perceval's want of
principle, we are astonished at being informed at
the conclusion of the tale that " his soul may still
be presented pure before) its God"—a most ill-
judging remark this, to hold out crime in such
false colours. The unfortunate Florence Hamil-
ton is again brought before our notice. She is at
present in the enjoyment of a momentary calm, but
the mistakes of the well-meaning Mr. Harly are
very ludicrous. He persists iu sending Pemberton
to converse with Florence instead of Gertrude.
" Was it a Ghost ?" is a most extraordinary tale of
a haunted house—a murdercommitted—a difference
in the number of windows inside and outside of the
house, in consequence of the room where the
corpse was kept being blocked up and con-
cealed by the furniture. "In Change"
things certainly do not change for the bet-
ter, as there are misunderstandings on all
sides, beginning with a party waiting for dinner,
and concluding by a friend being roused at an un-
necessary early hour to listen to countless grie-
vances. " Sketches of Venice" conveys a melan-
choly idea of the inhabitants of the " Queen of the
Adriatic." A graphic description is given of a
gondola scene, in which an attempted assassination
is prevented by the skill and address of the gondo-
lier. Altogether, to the lovers of the marvellous,
the romantic, and the amusing, this collection will
prove very attractive and fascinating. The inde-
fatigable author of " The Days of Margaret of
Parma" has commenced a new story, " Nicholas
Hamel."

Bleak House. No. XIII. By Charles Dickens.
—Confusion still continues to be the quality princi-
pally observable in the new fiction of our English
Cervantes. Not a syllable this month about Esther
Summerson, or rather from Esther Summerson—
for we must not forget that her chapters are auto-
biographical. No—the 9 number before us is alto-
gether restricted to the chapters penned by her
nameless interlocutor. It is divided—in scene—
between Cook's-court, Lincoln's-inn-fields, and
Chesney-wold : in time—between night and morn-
ing, or light and darkness : in personal interest—
between the Smallweeds and the Dedlocks, Guppy
and Tulkinghorn. The most telling incident de-
scribed in the present number is that which takes
place in the Long Drawing-room at Chesney-wold,
when Mr. Tulkinghorn recounts to the assembled
company, in her hearing, the story of Lady Dedlock
--of course, as of another person altogether. The
lady has an interview that night with the
sly and. mysterious attorney. Hablot Browne, by
the way, has this month a graceful sketch of the
Long Drawing-room, being a sort of companion
etching to the one given by him the other month
of " The Ghost's Walk." It is to that same Long
Drawing-room that Dickens refers, in the only pas-
sage in the present instalment worthy of the incom-
parable author of " David Copperfield." It is where
he is describing the effect of the sunset upon the
family pictures. " A dense Justice in a corner is
beguiled into a wink"—he says—" down into the
bosom of a stony shepherdess there steals a fleck of
light and warmth, that would have done it good a
hundred years ago. One ancestress of Volumnia,
in high-heeled shoes, very like—casting a shadow,
of that virgin event before her full two centuries—
shoots out into a halo and becomes a saint." Rick
is evidently getting more and more involved in
the toils of that horrid vampire of a. Vholes, who
has a father in the Vale of Taunton, and three
raw-faced daughters in an earthy cottage, situated
in a damp garden at Kennington.

The Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Re-
view.—" The Masters of the Roman World during
the happiest years of the Human Race," is the title
of the first article in this periodical , and it indeed
appears true, as the writer of it asserts, that the
time in question has no right to be thus styled.
The five emperors who then held in succession the
throne were neither the " world's great masters nor
di
their own." Nero d not keep to his word, Tra-
jan was addicted to drink, Haclian foolishly surren-
dered the conquests of his predecessor, Antonius
Pius was a mere nonentity, and Marcus Aurelius is
beyond contempt for sanctioning his wicked wife, i",.
her atrocious proceedings. At the conclusions?!
these remarks, we are informed of the extracT j.
nary origin of the Bishop of Rome, Callitcsling
" The Gulistan, or Rose Garden of sadi,;i'i er"Sadi,
a pleasing account of the Oriental author been
whose works, it is to be regretted, %Sc. Theyf
duly appreciated by the English
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