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

AINSWORTH.

After the republication of " Crichton" the Ad-
mirable, perhaps a stronger contrast of subject
could not have been selected than that which
is afforded by the reprint of Harrison Ainsworth's
fiction founded upon the story of " Fawkes" the Con-
spirator. In the former effective composition the
reader's attention was assisted by the fanciful etchings
of " Phiz ;" in the latter are reproduced the quaint
illustrations of Cruikshank. The present instalment
(being one of agreeable length) presents once more the
plates so familiar•to , our recollection--Guy Fawkes
preventing Sir William Radcliffe from joining
the conspiracy, and the vision of Guy Fawkes
at Saint Ronan's Well. Chapter the seventh
of " Cambrian Tales" is devoted to some
entertaining reminiscences. One William Auburn,
Esq., favours the readers of .Ainsworth with a trifle
called " The Haunted House, a legend of Edmon-
ton"—of which we defy any one to make head or
tail, good, bad, or indifferent. Carpenter's verses
" Dreaming and Waking" are graceful ; and among
the rest of the contributions we may mention the
continuation of the "Countess de Rudolstadt," and
some attractive magazine tales about " Jacob Van
Der Neess," about a "Fallen Merchant," and about
" Mesmerism."

TII.E UNITED SER VICE.
We have, on more than occasion, recorded our
sense of the monstrous injustice inflicted upon Captain
Douglas, and we consequently feel much pleasure in
drawing attention to the clear and masterly manner
in which the trial of that ill-used officer is treated in
the opening article of this spirited periodical :
" A trial," says the writer, " which we hope, for the
sake of humanity and justice, and for the honour and
security of the military service, may stand alone without
a parallel, as a solitary instance of the fallibility of hu-
man judgment, the total misapprehension of the result
of evidence, and of the misconception of the nature and
character of military law."
A few opening pages on "The Hungarian Cam-
paign" will be perused with interest by the sympa-
thisers with the gallant Magyars. There is a very
graphic and accurate account of the memorable
combat between the Shannon and Chesapeake, from
the same familiar pen which has previously sketched
the celebrated frigate actions of the Arethusa and
Belle Poule, and of the Blanche and Pique. In a
short account of the proceedings of the Indian
Army, connected with the passage of the Chenaub,
and the action at Soodolapore, there is a handsome
and convincing tribute to the merits of the gallant
Thackwell, whose services in the field have been hi-
therto very inadequately acknowledged. The tour in the
rich and magnificent province of Mazanderan is con-
cluded, and the remaining papers are of an average
excellence. Nothing, indeed, unworthy of
pages ofe Peru'ai
is ever found to disfigure the
enter-
taining and instructive magazine.V this
rcommend
the papers on " The Army Movementl" to the serious
and attentive consideration of all well-wishers to the
service.

THE D
niationUallVinja-gEZlinSeiTfol;.the pre-
sent The number of this
month very appropriately opens with a notice of
our Gracious Queen's visit to the sister isle. It is
overflowing with the most fervid loyalty and affection.
we glory, says the writer, "in our Queen, and we
are proud of our countrymen for the reception which
they gave her. There is not a man of the thousands
who rushed forward to tender his homage, and give
assurance of his loyalty, who does not feel his breast
glow with a conscious satisfaction, that in no part of
her dominions has her Majesty met with such a
reception, and that it never can be surpassed. Of
strong passions, of ardent imagination, and with a
deference to rank and sex unequalled at this age in
any country, Irishmen found, in devotion to their
Queen, the true object for one of the strongest and
most generous emotions of their nature." The second
piper it notice of an interesting " Memoir and Cor•

-
respondence of Sir Robert Murray Keith, K. 8.,"
edited by Mrs. Gillespie Smyth ; then follows a con-
inuation of the series of "Wicked Women," contain-
ing a graphic history of the famed Catherine de
Medicis. The next is a paper on what our learned
contemporary is pleased to term " Rail way
Literature." And we cannot better illustrate
his opinion of these cheap publications " these
catchpenny prints of the railway and steam-
boat saloon," than by transferring to our columns the
anecdote which he records of the late Daniel O'Con-
nell, who " Meeting one day an author newly-fledged
and greatly elated by the hit of his literary first-born,
shook him heartily by the hand, saying, Well, my
dear fellow, I congratulate you sincerely on the suc-
cess of your book ; I have seen something extremely
good in it." What was it—eh ?' said the delighted
author, rubbing his hands and blushing. A mutton
pie, my dear fellow,' replied the Liberator, chuckling
slyly." We cannot avoid extracting as an offering to
our readers who sympathise with the brave, though
unfortunate Magyars, the following stanzas on Hun-
gary :

HUNGARY.
Away ! would you own the dread rapture of war
Seek the host-rolling plain of the mighty Magyar;
Where the giants of 3 ore from their mansions come down,
O'er the oceaa-wide floor play the game of renown.
Hark ! hark ! how the earth 'neath their armamentreelst
In the hurricane charge—in the thunder of wheels ;
How the hearts of the forests rebound as they pass,
In their mantles of smoke, through the quaking morass 1
In the tent of Dembinski the taper is dim,
But no need for the dusk light of tapers for him:
In the mind of the chief—in his intellect's ray—
All the war stands revealed with the splendour of day.
God! the battle is joined! Lord of Battles, rejoice!
Freedom thunders her hymn in the battery's voice—
In the soaring hurrah—in the half-stifled moan—
Sends the voice of her praise to the foot of thy throne.
Oh hear, God of Freedom, thy people's appeal ;
Let the edges of slaughter be sharp on their steel,
And the weight of destruction and swiftness of fear
Speed death to his mark in their bullets' career!
Holy Nature, arise! from thy bosom in wrath
Shake the pestilence forth on the enemy's path,
That the tyrant invaders may march by the road
Of Sennacherib invading the city of God !
As the stars in their courses 'gainat Sisera strove,
Fight, mists of the tens, in the sick air above;
As Scamander his carcasses flung on the foe,
Fight, floods of the Theiss, in your torrents below !
As the snail of the Psalmist consuming away,
Let the moon-melted masses in silence decay;
Till the track of corruption alone in the air
Shall tell sickened Europe the Russ has been there !
Stay! stay! in thy fervour of sympathy pause,
I,or become inhumane in humanity's cause ;
If the poor Russian slave have to wrong been abused,
Are the ties of Christ's brotherhood all to be loosed?
The mothers of Moscow who offer the breast
To their orphans, have hurts, as the mothers of Pest;
Nor are love's aspirations more tenderly drawn
From the bosoms of youth by the Theiss than the Don.
God of Russian and Maygar, who ne'er hest designed
Save one shedding of blood for the sins of mankind,
No demon of battle and bloodshed art thou,
To the war-wearied nations be pitiful now I
Turn the hearts of the kings—let the Maygar again
Reap the harvests of peace on his bountiful plain;
And if not with renown, with affections and lives,
Send the poor Russians home to their children and wives!
But you fill all my bosom with tumult once more—
What! Georgey surrendered! What! Bern's battles o'er!
What! the horrible Haynau victorious!—Oh God,
Give us patience to bow to thy terrible rod!
Weep, Freedom! in all thy last citadels, weep,
From the Adrian mole to the Adrian deep ;
And England, seducer, deserter! prepare
On the heights of the Koosh for the hug of the Bear!
" Ceylon and the Cingalese" is continued, and is, as
usual, full of entertaining and useful information, and
will be read with deep attention by all who feel an
interest in one of the most important of our colonial
possessions. We have lately been favoured with a
view of a moat beautifully executed map of this
colony, about to be brought out under the auspices of
C. W. Payne, Esq., to whom the British public owe
a debt of gratitude for the energy and perseverance
with which he directs public attention to the great
advantages to be gained by developing the resources of
this great and fertile island. The next is " A Septem-
ber Garland," by D. F. M. C., being poetical trans-
lations from several languages, all admirable. Our
space will not permit us to add to the extracts already
made ; we must, therefore, dismiss the " September
Garland" with this tribute to its merits, that its tints
resemble an autumnal landscape, which though " in
colour may vary, in beauty may vie." The other
papers of this month's number are, " The Canadas—
How long can we hold them ?" "The Undergraduate—
My First Day at College;" " Philip Marsden, or the
Experiment," a graphic and stirring tale; " Lament
of a Roman Patriot;" " Lines, written the day before
the Queen's arrival in Dublin ;" " Venice, a poem ;"
concluding with " The City of London and the New
Plantation."