The Sun.
London, England, 1849-09-03 00:00:00

THE ECLECTIC

VIE TV.

Our contemporary is as usual intelligent, and
more than usually miscellaneous. From the
"Revenues of the Church" to the "Curiosi-
ties of Glass• making," from " Hinton's Doc-
trine of immortality' to " Sir Charles Lyell's
United States," from the " Scripture Testimony of
the Messiah" to " Werne's Expedition to the White
Nile," the writers for the Eclectic range with a really
eclectic facility of appreciation. Three other papers
in the number for September possess for us a para-
mount interest. First of all the article on the " Early
Life of Chateaubriand," from the familiarity we have
acquired with that portion of the career of a great
man from his fascinating and eloquent " Alemoires
d' Outre Tombe." Who that has read the preliminary
chapters in that posthumous autobiography does not
bear in vivid recollection the Fele and angelic
form of Lucille, the austere and eccentric tacitur-
nity of the " father," the picturesque loneliness of the
castellated chateau at Combourg, the forest depths of
America, and the bloody orgies in Paris during the
first revolution ? The criticism in the Eclectic closes
with a sort of half prophecy of another Reign of
Terror. The second contribution to which we have
alluded is a clever and generously toned essay on the
genius and " Works of William Etty," suggested by
the splendid collection of his paintings now on view
in the Adelphi. The critic appears to rank Etty
immediately after llogarth, Leslie, and Turner, in
their different characteristics of expression, thought,
and poetry. The third of the principal contributions
for the September number is a careful and sequential
epitome of the rights at stake recently between
" Austria and Hungary." In the opinion of the
writer, " the name of Louis Kossuth will be regis-
tered with that of George Washington,"—a prediction
which will not be the less surely realised now that
his great and patriotic efforts have for the time being
proved ineffectual. Unfortunately for this excellent
synopsis, its interest has become materially dissipated
by the treasonous submission of Georgey to Prince
Paske witch.

THE WEEKLY REGISTER.
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Dolmans Magazine
Orthodox, has just been commenced, under the title
of the Weekly Register. As an organ of the Catho-
lics throughout England, it gives admirable promise,
and we doubt not, if sustained to its present excel-
lence, will enjoy the united popularity of its two pre-
decessors. Besides several illustrative wood engrav-
ings, the publication has the mingled attraction of a
magazine and a newspaper—containing, at once, con-
temporary intelligence and a miscellaneous assortment
of tales, essays, and versification.

AMERICAN CRITICISM.—An American paper says
of the celebrated Mr. Emerson:—" It is quite ont of
character to say that Mr. Emerson lectures—he does no
such thing—he drops nectar—he chips out sparks—ho
exhales odours—he lets off mental sky- rockets and fire-
works—he spouts fire, and, conjuror like, draws ribands
out of his mouth. He smokes, ho sparkles, he impro-
vises, he shouts, he sings, he explodes like a buynodciano:
crackers—he goes off in fiery eruptions WTI,* volcano,
but it criticism,
but he does not lecture:' Another paper!: rhapsodies in
the following strain:—" We can hardly ca
for be does not properly criticise—h© hae hoeysuckle—he
plays around the
subject like a humming-bird rounds
He looms up
darts at it like a fish-hawk after pike.
in a shower of tinkling
like a thunder cloud, comes down
Sre upon the praries. Ile
sleet, and rolls away
likeencba like a juggler, balancing the
and keeping up six with each
play
sentences
His fancy goes up like the jet of a fire•e❑give,
hand.down in a spiral ecatacy like a Peruvian
and comes .
detonating mixture—a percussion cap
_a lio is a
w iwith
on figures
hi his chin,'P
p
.—a meteoric shower—a spiritual shuttle, vibrating be-
tween the unheard-of and the unutterable. Like a Child
ho shakes his rattle over the edge of a chaos, and swings
on the gates of the past—and sits like a nightingale in a
golden ri❑g suspended by a silver cord from a nail driven
into the zenith."

IlumnLE COMMENTS.—The humbler classes assem-
bled at the landing at Glasgow were prodigiously pleased
with the plainness of her Majesty's dress,wards h
and e the
dren.
,homely
simplicity of her deportment lo
They were delighted to find the Queen, to usre theirh own•
phrase, "so much like other folk." A group of the
pure aborigines were overheard expatiating on these
themes while her Majesty was in the Cathedral. A
shrewd weaver was loud in his praises of the Queen's
economy of dress. " Mony a braw leddy that walks the
streets in silks and satins micht follow the example of
her Majesty, and no be less a leddy after a'." " Deed
mony a shopkeeper's wife dresses better than the Queen,
and can ill afford it," remarked a second. " The puirest
among us micht tak a lesson frae the Queen, rejoined a
third of the party. And a fine gash old matron added
authoritatively, and withal in a tone of enthusiasm that
did one's heart good to hear it—" She's just a rale decent
woman at blame, and looks after her ain weans."
" When I saw her sittin' beside them," said a motherly
body, "my heart gae,d, to my mouth, and I could hao
ta'en her in my arms. How true is it that " one touch
of nature makes the whole world kin."