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n,l • 61,e conclusion from which the
. most stolid reader may infer the right regal indignation of
the author, as he thus wound up his soliloquy upon the dis-
loyalty of poor Boots ! The dialogue itself is a master-
piece. But notwithstanding its rabid Toryism, the book
is not without its redeeming qualities. An ill-natured
critic might ridicule the idea of publishing a seven week's
survey of Belgium, part of Prussia, Switzerland, several of
the Italian States, and a portion of France, including the
capital ; but aro there not hundreds of our countrymen to
whom it may be of importance to know the vast account
to which a summer vacation of a couple of months may be
turned by a really active and inquisitive mind ? 1-10 v;
many are there cooped up in London all their lives, wile
are only prevented from visiting Italy by the fearful ap-
prehension of the time it would take to go there ; and yet
rarely does a season pass without their spending a couple of
months at Margate, Ramsgate, Brighton, St. Leonards."
some other cockney watering place, crowded to suffocation
with idlers and invalids. Henceforth when we hear time
started as an objection, we will point with triumph to Mr'
Roby's seven week's continental tour, including the days
of embarking and debarking in the Thames. The embel-
lishments of the volumes are a map of the author's route
and numerous wood engravings from sketches taken on the
spots to which they have reference. We regard the Work
as a curiosity—and what is better still—an useful one.

MASTERPIECES OP ENGLISH LITERA-
TURE. Vol. V.
Richerby, London, 1838.

To be successful this volume has only to be known, for
it is a republication, in a cheap and commodious form, of:
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu's " Letters from the East'
—the most witty, lively, and graphic work of the sort in the
language—accompanied by a Memoir of her Ladyship,
and a criticism on her genius, from the pen of Mr. St. John

THE QUEENS OF ENGLAND.
Moxon, London, 1838.
We are indebted to the pen of Miss Lowrance for this
work, which is a collection of biographical sketches of the
Queens of England, from the commencement of the twelfth
century. The authoress justly observes by way ofjustifica-
tion of her undertaking, " in a day distinguished by the
publication of so many historical works, the Queens of
England still remain almost wholly unknown. The land
of their birth, the date of their marriage, the day of their
death, is often all that the historian records of the wives
and mothers of our Plantagenets." This is true, but the
present, which is learned without being pedantic, will go far
to supply this acknowledged deficiency.

THE PHILOSOPHY OF LANGUAGE.
London, Re(fe and Fletcher, 1838.
A difficult and somewhat dry subject is here treated in
a very popular and readable manner. Mr. Cramp is the
author of the volume, and has called in to his aid, by way °f
illustration, some quaint, but pertinent engravings.

RO GE I?S' S ITALY.
Moxon, London, 1838.
This is a new edition, in one volume, of ono of the most
spirited—if nut the most highly finished—of Roger
poetical works. It is printed in a distinct and beautiful
type, and is lavishly embellished with graceful wood-cuts.
The notes, which accompany the poem, are full of curious
matter of information.

VICTORIA VICTRIX.
Churton, London, 1833.
Mr Whithead, the author of this poem, which is devoted
to the praises of the Queen Victoria, and anticipates the
future glories of her reign, has executed his task in a truly
elegant and poetic spirit, which cannot be said of the ma-
jority of our loyal odes and and addresses. The stanza he
has selected for his purpose is the Spenserian—the most
difficult of all to manage with any appearance of case and
facility ; but Mr. Whitehead has triumphed over its diffi-
culties, and rendered it graceful and melodious. His poem
is one jubilant Io Triumphe from the beginning to the
end; and is indeed the most finished and satisfactory of
the sort we have perused for some years. We greatl
prefer it to Mr. Southey's loyal thanksgivings, and consiele

In vain the police, to whom he has long been obnoxious,
are constantly on the look-out for him. He evades all
their most searching attempts at discovery ; though he is
ever to be found when nny of the wealthy and titled classes
stand in need of his advice or assistance. Among the
number of those who come to consult Cagliostro—such is
the adventurer's name—upon the means of regaining pos-
session of rt helpless and beautiful young orphan girl who has
eloped from him, is a veteran libertine, the Duke de Fro's-
sac, whom our hero charms into sleep by some magnetic
experiments, and while in that condition reveals to him the
manner of his death, and the period at which it will take
place. This revelation is fulfilled to the letter. A year or
two after, during the popular tumults that succeeded
the destruction of the Bastille, the Duke is torn
to pieces by the mob, Cagliostro himself witness-
ing the act of assassination, as one of the rabble
leaders, under the alias of Jean Brisseau. This
portion of the tale is told with considerable fire and energy,
and the whole character of the Duke de Fronsac is evolved
with a tact that shows a thorough acquaintance with the
habits and feelings of the higher classes in Paris, during
the eventful period immediately preceding the assembly of
the States General. The fastidious Englishman, Cleve-
land, and his fair young mistress, Antonia, are also well-
executed sketches ; and strictly in keeping with the truth
of history is the cursory glimpse which the author gives es
of the amiable, but vacillating Louis the Sixteenth. The
language of the novel is not less deserving of praise. It
is sententious and vigorous.

SEVEN . WEEKS IN BELGIUM,
SWITZERLAND, LOMBARDY, PIEDMONT,
SAVOY, 6-c. In Two Volt.
BY JOHN ROBP, ESQ.
Author of " Traditions of Lancashire."
London, Longman and Co. 1838.
This is rather an agreeable book, and will prove a profit'
able companion to such of our countrymen as may wish
to travel in the footsteps of the author. We have noticed
a few slight inaccuracies here and there, and the reflections
which follow allusions to political events are seldom either
novel or profound ; but generally speaking the work is re-
plete with that every day knowledge of foreign modes of
travel, sight-seeing, and intercourse, without which an Eng-
lishman on the continent is as helpless as an infant. Mr'
Roby, be it known, is a Tory, and appears to sympathige
deeply with the King of Holland, whose wrongs he took
a novel mode of redressing in about eight hours after he
landed in the newly acquired dominions of his Belgian Ma"
jesty. The scene to an observer must have been exceed-
ingly rich, especially as Mr. Roby intimates before band,
that his own French was anything but Parisian. v
doubt of his political wisdom after the following display °f
it would be a sin, for which we could not possibly exret
forgiveness either in this world or the next :
" Boots" was astir; and, seeing he was a somewhat facetious sort of
personage, sufficiently impressed with a sense of his own importance' i
took the opportunity of inquiring, whilst he was performing the 003'

usually done at home by one's valet,—
" How do you like your new king P"
" Oh, very good."
When will you want another P" Here he looked up, as thonghbr°
ascertain the drift of my inquiry. I did not give him any clue, antl "e
replied tartly,—
" We don't want another."
" Not yet perhaps ;—but I reckon you will want the old one backs ere
long."
The ire of our pedal functionary was hardly to be restrained. The!
impotent anger flashing from his pale grey eyes, he exclaimed, "
—We don't want him !—We will not have him l--He's a bad king for -
entirely."
" He was only too good : had he treated you according to Y°ur
de-
serts, you would have thought better of him." Here I suddenly rec"
'
lected my imprudence—so fresh from our free, if not happy, countrf
where *very man can speak his opinion without fear of spies and ger::
d'armes. I had forgotten that such persons as the one before me
very generally in the pay of the police; and that I might chance to A;
myself in confinement some cool morning, ere long, for this freedom
," e..nice
speech. Such are the boasted effects of " liberal institutions," and thet
da
splendid achievements of that " liberty and equality" which usual'
in the worst, the most odious, forms of tyranny and oppression•
and bundle together all the tyrannies, and all the iniquities of the nu.si
despotic governments for by-gone ages, and the whole would scarce
weigh a feather in the scale, when compared with the atrocities andn
op-
pressions perpetrated in the name of liberty. Your patriots arc so fothema.
of this darling luxury, that they will not let any one possess it but
selves.
by which
Here was a pretty specimen of the genus ; and of the dupes
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demagogues lift themselves into power : men, whose deeds are
fiends might envy, to find themselves outdone.
This fellow had nothing either to hope or expect from the recent
change ; but, doubtless, he and his class, inflamed by a licentious press,
their blind passions excited by the priests, by vague notions, and restless,
never satisfied desires, hankering after some undefined good, alwale,
destined to elude their grasp, they are merely the unconscious tools 01
the first political incendiary who condescends to use them. singing
their ca eras and songs of liberty, while prostrating their stupid necks
beneath the iron heel of a pitiless and relentless despotism, more terrible
than the inquisition itself, or the Moloch and the Juggernaut of the
East.