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

THE ECLECTIC REVIEW.

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 " \Verne'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 " Armoires
d' Outre Tontbe." Who that has read the preliminary
chapters in that posthumous autobiography does not
bear in vivid recollection the pale 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 Adeiphi. The critic appears to rank Etty
immediately after Hogarth, 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 liossuth 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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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 oat of
character to say that Mr. Emerson lectures—he does no
such thing—he drops nectar—he chips out sparks—he
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, he sparkles,
he impro-
vises, he shouts, he sings, lie explodes like a bundle of
crackers—he goes off in fiery eruptions like a volcano,
but he does not lecture." Another paper rhapsodies in
the following strain:—" We can hardly call it criticism,
for he does not properly criticise—he plays around the
subject like a humming-bird round a honeysuckle—he
darts at it like a fish-hawk after a pike. He looms up
like a thunder cloud, comes down in a shower of tinkling
fire upon the praries. He
plays leets, and
withrol s
figuresaw
aoYf slpikeeech like a juggler, balancing the
sentences on his chin, and keeping up six with each
hand. His fancy goes up like the jet of a fire-engine,
and comes down in a spiral ecstacy like a Peruvian
condor. He is a detonatingpthire i
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child vibrating b
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meteoric shower—as
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and
over the edge of a chaos, and swings
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his
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on the gates of the past—and sits like a nightingale iu
golden ring suspended by a silver cord from a nail driven
into th,eL
zenith."
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simplicity of her deportment towards
They were delighted to find the Queen, to use their oewa.
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 brew leddy that walks the
streets in silks and satins mieht tollow 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 mieht tale a lesson free 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 Name, and looks after her ain weans."
" Wheu I saw her sittin' beside them," said a motherly
body, "my heart geed to my mouth, and I eculd has
ta'en her in my arms!" Ilow true is it that " one touch
of nature makes the whole world kin."