The Sun.
London, England, 1831-06-01 00:00:00

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.

" The Late Elections" is a temperate and well-
written summary ; we quote the closing reflec-
tions, they are natural and appropriate :

" In conclusion, we see no ground for astonishment in
the defeat the Tory faction has sustained. We see no need
of ingenious theories, or much expenditure of subtlety to
account for it. That the boroughmongers should be con-
founded at a fall so sudden, so total, so remediless, is easy
to be imagined. They thought the element of popular
feeling was capable of infinite compressibility; and they
never dreamed of an explosion. They thought the heart
of England could be made to shrink into whatever dimen-
sions they willed ; nor even imagined that it could swell
with indignation, and burst its bonds. Their astonish-
ment is natural ; hut that surprise should be expressed in
any other quarter is unaccountable. For ourselves, we
see no matter of surprise in the great events that have
taken place. The people were enslaved, and they yearned
after liberty; the means of deliverance was in their hands,
and they used them. Our astonishment is of another
kind:—that the spirit of liberty slept so long—that the
dwarf so long confined the giant—that the handful of
petty despots, which the people have scattered with the
breath of their mouth, have had so long a career of insult,
plunder, and oppression—this surprises—but that when
the heart of corruption was in his fangs, the British lion
tore it, and spared not—this is no matter of astonishment.
We expected it from the hereditary spirit of our country-
men."

Ruined by Economy" is a sprightly article,
in Mr. Poole's happiest manner; had this really
agreeable writer, a trifle more spirit in his style
and the quality of his humour, he would be a
hundred fold more readable than he now is.
His wit, generally speaking, is tame ; his style
uniformly flat as Salisbury Plain. The hint of
his present lively trifle has been gathered from
one of Mr. Theodore Hook's best tales, where
he pourtrays at length the ruinous effects of
economy on the part of a worthy country gentle-
man who is " penny wise and pound foolish."
The hint only, we repeat, is taken ; the working
out, and this is the best part, is Poole's own.
" Will the Lords vote for the Bill ?" decides
this momentous question in the affirmative.
" Mr. Cockburn, Solicitor-General," is a re-
markably well-penned sketch, and we doubt not
true to life, of one of the ablest pleaders at
the Scottish Bar. The " Forewarning" is
a tale of the average order of excellence.
" Living Literary Characters—Mr. Haynes
Bayly," may be an appropriate illustra-
tion enough for one of the minor periodicals,
but is scarcely worthy the dignity of one which
aspires to the highest rank. Who is Mr. H.
Bayly ? As a man of fashion passable enough,
we believe ; as a poet, beneath contempt. Of the
quality of this verse-manufacturer's imagination,
it is sufficient to state, that one of his most popu-
lar songs turns upon the exalted wish on the

part of its author, to become a butterfly ! A
poet wish to become a butterfly—a creature
sprung from a grub ! How insufferably mean and
prosaic ! The desire (though even this is far-
fetched) to become an eagle, or a condor, or a
nightingale, we could have understood ; these
have at least some redeeming poetic associa-
tions connected with them ; but to wish to become
t butterfly, merely because the insect is well
dressed, and sports the gaudiest colours—surely
none but a drawing-room poet, who drew his in-
spiration from Almack's on a Court night, could
have dreamed of such exaggerated common-
place ! With quite as much propriety might
Mr. Bayly desire to become a cock-chaffer !