The Sun.
London, England, 1836-07-01 00:00:00

NEW MONTHLY.

Mr. Leigh Hunt contributes a graceful essay this month on
the " Sirens and Mermaids of the Poets," which contains
some discriminating critical remarks on his favourite Spen-
ser. We are glad, too, to perceive that he appreciates the
genius of Tennyson, whose lines on " The Moated Grange"
entitle him to take rank among the most promising poets
of the day. " Delicate Attentions" is a sprightly tale, by
Poole. " Evidence of Genius for Dramatic Poetry," gives
copious extracts from " Ion," and some unpublished plays
by Walter Savage Landor ; we doubt, however, the writer's
assertion that the drama is likely to raise its head again.
It is dead, we fear, without hope Of resurrection. The
notices of " New Books" are written with much skill and
impartiality. We have no space for extracts.

TAIT'S MAGAZINE.
Simpkin and Marshall.

Tait is always rich even to overflowing in good things ;
but particularly in those Revie*s of New Works, in which
the essence of from one to four volumes is compressed
within the commodious compass of from six to a dozen
pages. Of this description are " Dymond's Principles of
Morality," and Captain Basil Hall's " Narrative of a Win-
ter in Lower Styria." " Tours and Detours in Scotland, in
the Summer of 1836" promises, when completed, to be one of
the most excellent guide-books yet published. The idea
is excellent, but the working out is not sufficiently charac-
teristic of the manners of " Clapham tourists." " A Blast of
the Trumpet Concerning the Intercommuning with Prelatical
Malignants" is a well-timed exposure of the baseness of the
hollow alliance between the churches of England and Scot-
land, with a view to perpetuate the abuses of the Episcopal
State Establishment in Ireland. yre have no doubt but
that it will make a deep and wholesome impression upon
the people of Edinburgh, Glasgow, Paisley, and all the
more liberal districts of Scotland. We select the follow-
ing from a number of piquant verses for the month :
A GLANCE AT THE. CRISIS, BY THE KING OF
THE NETHER-LAND.
The Devil one day, with a telescope, sat
On the dome of St. Peter's, astronomer like;
His brain- pan cased in a Cardinal's hat.
And his tail curled up like an Irish tyke.
" Well, broad and fair," quoth the King of the Lowland,
" Mighty and many, my subjects and realm :
I've Nick of the North, with his steppes and his snow-land,
Breaker of liberty's buckler and helm.
" I've the Lord of the Crescent—Byzantium's palaces,
Bright in the moon-burst, like homes of the sky;
Otho's young monarchy, strong in my fallacies,
Shouting Young Liberty !' all in my eye.
" I've room in my halls for the kinglings of Germany—
Serf and serf rider—white friar and grey ;
Blithely they'll spin to the Nether-land harmony,
O'er the red plain, to my auto-da-fe.
" Spain, rich and ripe, and the sunland of France,
The old Bourbon bosom still throbs in your valleys ;
O'er the heights of Morena bold Carlos advance
Strike, Phillippe, ere Liberty's armament rallies !
" Hearts of the sea-bosomed emerald, onward !
To the sky with our battle-cry, Church, King, and Con-
sciense I'
'Gainst truth, right, and freedom, unfurl the dark standard,
You've friends in the Nether-land—bloody and stanch ones.
" Shout the old war-cry-_' The Church is in danger
There are hearts in Old England will fire at it yet ;
Peel to the onset--'midst systems a ranger,
The system of plunder thou canst not forget.
" Long have we toiled ; but the day-gleam afar
Is breaking—too soon I must bid you farewell
Once more, ere we part, o'er the bright struggling star,
United, we'll fling the last darkness of hell:"

THE COURT MAGAZINE. Churton.

The embellishments of the present Number of this fashion-
able periodical are a beautiful portrait of the Hon. Mrs
Dundas, and a charming view of Sandpit Gate, Windsor
Park. The letter-press is, as usual, well selected ; and the
plate representing the fashions for the month executed with
a degree of taste which does credit to the artist.