The Sun.
London, England, 1836-12-01 00:00:00

THE UNI7,ED SERVICILi JOURNAL'

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colburn.
When completed, Maj,!ir Herbert Byng frall's
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ters from the seat of war in E.tain—now in the ws"urs°,
of publication in this periolica.i--will form the o
• .e °f
interesting work that has yet app. illustrative _.
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sapiblidreittpw cooefit:
impartiality,
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tr,yret!lteassnte;af 1 e
if
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allowed to judge from the tenor of the one al
fore us, they will pi= the character of 64'ner t
Evans in a most advantaacom liaht. The cralitzn
0 ' 0 tho
writer seems to have no doubts whatever on
,as
subject of Cordova's treachery, which he pr from
°die
sufficiently obvious long before his dismissal ff°n",ery
supreme command. Of Espartero he speaks not rims
highly. The cruelty of this officer early alienated r
from the affections of the Leaion. " Gentz's Polo
of the most remarkable events which occurred at r
head-quarters of the King of Prussia in OeWe ;
1806, is concluded in this Number. The last Pirie
contains an account of the stunoi!tg effect whicil tnf
celebrated battle of Jena had upon the Councils
the Prussian Monarch. Recollections of ih.c rnriOsr
army in the early campaigns of the revolutiOnarF
phhasicaalil
stklieetcfrheeslsn7aial
are of
.too strictly a professionaln eye
yeP iwitness.'l
proached in the way of criticism, by folk so averse I.°
the dangers of both services as we are. We like td
review,
look across the channel front the cliff's of Dover if 01
acYofTtlhilee
characteraoliitt:oe; btoPie°3gg rai 4s'
day be unusually fine ; and like the sage Mr: Pickwitsl,4
oppos
we have no objection to witness a sham fight °tit:
direction ; but we have no taste for a berth at ses
and the
if the soldiers point their guns in an
when the waves are running mountains hif,,h,

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sight of a bullet is all but death to us. We make this
confession with all possible candour, test the writer fit
the United Service Journal s!,iould bq tempted to
suppose that we are indifferc;it tQ their tilaits: We
prize them highly, and or.11:s, plead a Ilhtural infirmity as
an excuse for being
sorncti.mts rather silent respectin
them. We know, of rio periodical better conducted, if
its professed ol '3ects be fairly taken into consideration,
than the UP'lled Service Journal.

THE MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Sherwood and Co.

Our venerable acquaintance, the " Old ltionthill,"
begins to look as fresh and as blooming as we re-
member it to have looked in the heyday of its popu-
larity. There is a marked improvcinent in the general
tone of the articles, as well as in the quality of the
stuff thrown into them. " St. Martin's Eve" is a
legend of considerable merit. It abounds in that rich
broad humour which one meets with nowhere but
among the Irish peasantry. Take the following as a
sample :

" Is your name James Halligan ? ' inquired Wilson.
" My mother calls me Jim Rattigan, sure enough, but
your honour may call me anything that's plasing to you,'
answered Green jacket, with tho evasive adroitness of his
order:

" V;fell, James, I have got a letter for you.'
" A letter, your honour ? ' inquired he with an incredu-
lous, grin. Wilson put it into his hand ; Jim received it
with the most ludicrous solemnity ; he first minutely exa-
liained one side and then the other, next he peeped into it
at both ends, at length he cautiously opened it, but his
countenance told that he was completely at fault respect-
ing its contents.

" Perhaps Rattigan, as you seem puzzled with your
new correspondence, you might wish to 'have that letter
read for you ?' said Wilson.

" ' llaith, that's the very thing Ivould be quite agreeable
to me, yer honour, seeing that I did'n't take to the laming,
in regard of reading cramp handwriting, and the like,' re-
plied Rattigan, with another twitch at his caubeen.
" I can tell you, beforehand,' observed Wilson, that it
is from Mr. K- of Limerick, requesting you to guide
us to the best places on the Shannon for meeting fish.'
" Tare an'ounties,' exclaimed Green-jacket, crumpling
up the letter, and thrusting it into his breeches pocket,
• sure Mr. K. need'nt have troubled himself writing at all ;
I could'nt misbelieve the word from a gentleman's mouth.
If it's a day's sport; you want on the Shannon, gentlemen,
Jim Rattigan is 'the boy will show you such illigant divar-
sion as you 'never saw the aiqual of since Antony and
Clayopathrr, bobbed for eels in the river Ganges. Clear
the road., there,: you onsignified vagabones, and let the gen-
tlemen pass.'"
The review of Washington Irving's " Astoria,, is
highly creditable to the writer's industry, sagacity,
and good taste. The " History of Ancient Philo-
sophy" is somewhat too recondite for a monthly pe-
riodical. We may possibly make the article on
" Joint Stock Banks" the subject of some leading
comments in The Sun on a future occasion, and shall
therefore decline all comments upon it here. We are
of opinion that most of the papers in the " Old
Monthly" are too brief to fix the attention, and the
shortest of them are often deficient in sprightliness.
Moreover, too much space is devoted to the review of
ephemeral literature. This is a matter well worth the
consideration of its conductors.

PILGRIMS OF THE THAMES.-I\TO. I.
A very common-place affair, by the author of that
vulgar trash " Toni and Jerry, or Life in London."
The best thing in the present Number is the title-
Pagel. which r..ontains a passable engraving of.the view
from Rich ;pond Hill.

LIBRARY OF FICTION.—No. IX.
This work sells, and we are glad of it, for it is got
Up with considerable care, and is sure to contain one
tale, at least, of talent. Sheridan Knowles, we see,
contributes this month a story, entitled the " Guerilla,"
in which we fancy we can detect the ground-work of
some new play, in five acts. The embellishments are
two in number, but by no means remarkable for po-
sitive excellence. Our notice of the-" Pickwick Club,"
which usually accompanies this little work, we must
defer, from lack of space and time, till to-morrow.