The Sun.
London, England, 1840-10-01 00:00:00

COURT CIRCULAR.

WINDSOR, WE D NESDAY.—Their Serene Highnesses
the Princes of Hohenlohe Schillingsfurst took their de-
parture from the Castle this morning on their return
to Germany.
The Dowager Lady Lyttelton has succeeded the
Countes3 of Charlemont as the Lady in Waiting on
her Majesty.
The Earl of Uxbridge will join the Roy ;l Circle at
the Castle at, Dinner this evening,
The Cideen, it is expected, will leave to-morrow for
Claremont, and the Duchess of Kent will leave for town.
It is understood that the Funeral Procession of the
late Princess Augu*ta will leave Frogmore Lodge at
seven o'clock on Friday evening, followed by the car-
riages of all the Royal Family, the equipages of her late
Royal Highness, appearing in mourning, and those of
the Royal Family in State Liveries eight o'clock is
earned as tiro hour et which the Procession will be mar-
shalled within the Chap!.

•day at

The Duke of Cambridge attended vester'
Ciarcnee liou3e, St. Jarnem's.
Captan. Lieutep,ant• Ooknel
Mr: 1./. MOutgomery MArtin, ;Ind Mr. Montague, iirld
int!..r4•!cw4 witt! L., ,rd #l,i4u Itus9eil yesierdayi at the

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The l!larquia of
the iSlorth.,
Larivione House, 13. erlelo,-squ,re, .),,;terday, from
Mr. / rihad
, hitqrview with the Mar
orn-ollice.
quis of .Norrnanby ye.ste-day, at the J 4
hio if't:natjciarreriinvne:at his residence

MAGAZINE DAY.

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE. A.
From the curious nature of its information, and
the subtle literacy theories in which it abounds, we
conjecture that the Essay " On Style" is from the
elf
pen of Mr. De Quincey. It is carelessly written,
in utter contempt of its title ; lint we reogn,ri;
ambles
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throughout it a mind as fully stored as alt
man's pantry, but wherein there seems to be
an'e7
order or arrangement of ideas. The author ra
in the strangest possible fashion ; he starts ;
theme ; gets tired of it in a page or two ; starry
another ; drops it, like the first one, at the very
This
_
oes
moment we are expecting a result ; and so g
to the end of his essay, suggesting half a cin,zh/ •s
topics of discussion, and concluding none-
is very tantalising, yet somehow or other our Atteel;
don is kept alive to the last ; and we are e.sr
of
pleased with, while we protest against, the ni:e„s.
literary coquetry which the author plays off. on
Most of his passiner criticisms on Greek and La
st
writers are sound, bcUt some few of them are e h hastyar:
ill-considered. For instance, speaking of tliis
torian Velleius Paterculus, he tells us that
" style is sometimes clumsy and unsv:el4, 'I
nervous, masculine, and such as became a sniclier'
The epithets " clumsy and unwieldy " are 'inform'
nate as applied to this author's style, which is 'lee
markable for its neatness, preci6on, and elegl,ehe
and at times rises almost to the poetical.
word " nervous "is more just, bt:t Pintea t
would have been better, for Paterettlias, like, irsof
of those who wrote in the age follow,'og that
Cicero, affected terseness and condense'
packed up what he had to say in the smalleit.Pie.
sible compass ; though occasionally, as in 11'3e, gee,
as invective against Anthony, his periods gee,
as flowing and sonorous as those of the great •
le
man orator, of whom he then reminds us. °f
crates, to whom our author devotes two pag.esy
know nothine., except that he sent--preponf
should hope--a lone-, prosy letter, by the Penfehio
Post, to a gentleman named Demodocus, who,
had happened to be in a delicate state of hea,.,11-iate
the time, could not possibly have survive" i-th
perusal. " Ten Thousand Year " opens Ilt-er.
some sensible reflections on energy of eharae
The following passage is much to our taste:' to
Rely upon it, that the man who feels a tendeeer.tb
shrink from collision with his fellows, to run away' :10.-•
distaste or apprehension from the great practice o,
ness oflife, does not enjoy complete moral or intelle•',
tual health—will quickly contract a silly Conceit 2°7
fastidiousness, or sink into imbecility and miliontr°P'n
tglea sips'
and should devoutly thank Providence for the
however momentarily startling and irritating, wy.-„-d
stirs him out of his lethargy, his cowardly letharelfser
sends him among his fellows—puts him, in a nnt.,„nes--
upon a course of training ; upon an experience ?'"°the
parative suffering, it may be of sorrow, requiringi,,,eo
exercise of powers of which he had before scarab' ":0,
conscious, and gives him presently the exhiliratieg c-
sciousness that he is exhibiting himself—a man. stet:
We like the more earnest parts of this story bitch
than those which are meant to be irristibly eninfoi
The author is a very heavy, long-winded wag' ;et,
instead of giving us liht, racy touches of charm
expatiates in broadi and elaborate earicattnl;
Some of his legal sketches are cleverly pourtraYeuna
but his Lord Dredlingtons, his Titinousee, ahe
his Yahoos are absurd failures. Occasionally
works out an incident with spirit, and his Pd;
thos is of the right quality, healthy and unairgeleigi.
but he has one serious defect—namely,
If he continues much longer at his present diffuse:the
rate, his tale, instead of being brought vvithinood
compass of three or four volumes, will,fiLlVig
sized shelf of a circulating library- This -sk oi
awful consideration, and we shudder but to thin lle.
it. The " Tourists" is a lively rhymed hagate
We quote the introduction :--- pro

Once Satan and Moloch
Set out on their rambles,
To refresh their old hearts
With a view of our gambols
For of late they had seen
But a few of the men
Who once brought the news
Of this world to their den.

Since Napoleon " Le Grand"
They had scarcely a hero ;
In fact, the world's glories
Were sinking to zero.
So they came up to see
What their old friends were doing,
V 4 hat mischief the soldiers
And statesmen were brewing.

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As they rose in the East,
Moloch stepp'd on a scull ;
" Aha !" said the fiend,
" I see signs of Stamboul."
Satan kick'd it, way,
And exclaim'd with a sneer,
" That skull was Mahmoud's,
Once my favourite Vizier.
" He murder'd his friends
And he crouched to his foes ;
The Sun of his Empire
Went down, when he rose.
And now Earth's crown'd idiots
Will fight on his grave
But to see which shall prove
Most the tyrant or slave."
When they rambled to Russia,
And saw its gay Czar,
Like a prince of the 01:er
All rihand and star,
Said Satan, " This son
Of the regions of sleet
Has one half of the world
For a toy at his feet ;
" Not content with the half,
He's resolved
may
datyo have all ;
Though cities burn,
And millions may fall."
" That will do," cried the pair,
As they snuff'd up the gore ;
Satan roared with delight—
Moloch echo'd the roar.
Then they rambled to France ;
All was fertile and fair ;
The fields were all harveat,
All fragrance the air. •
'Twas a stint, to their hearts,
And each cried with a groan,
" What blockhead of clay
Can deserve such a throne ?"
But they heard a wild shout,
Smoke darken'd the sun,
They heard the guns thunder,
The war was begun I
There was slaughter on sea,
And slaughter on shore ;
And the two rovers laueh'd
Louder still than before.
" Democracy in America" is a notice of Pvee
Tocqueville's well-known work on this suggestlie
theme. Speaking incidentally of Madame
Stael, the Reviewer tells us that " she was OP
nently English in all her sentiments." What non,:
sense is this I She was French in heart, Frene!:
in head, French in every turn and phase of
letsl
showy, but not very sound, intellect. Who j
read a page of " Delphine," " Corinne," ~,9,r1
" Germany," and not perceive this? all
dame de Steel wrote, in all she said, she had 'cc
one ohject--to produce effect. Her talents We'cp
great— her vaiiity still greater ; and she had .11w
more notion of that natural vein of th°l-1,4, tt
and sentiment which we admire in our Eg"s,it
classics, than old Jerry Bentham had of "b.
or fancy. The Reviewer goes on to ob.
serve, " Godwin's philosophic works disc°Lith
prominently a French mind." There is more trig
in in this remark. The author of " Political Ju..4
tice" had studied deeply the writings of the Fre,'l_t
metaphysicians who immediately preceded bov_i
and much of Helvetius, Condorcet, and o!hers
that school, may be detected in his first and lg.
5.
elaborate production. Next to his two great no°
Godwin's best work is his " Thoughts I
on-
which is penned ill a delightfully perspicuous stY:
is replete with shrewd, and not unfrequently
found, speculation ; and is undefaced by anY ",_
those crazy, impracticable theories which startio.
the reader in every page of the long-fora t-
« " political Justice." 11
'le regret that this deligh
ful volume of Essays is not more generally known^
In the " National Gallery," ate have some jot-
- ••,, strictures oil tl
and
fabric wh,— The 01"1
. byiethcaltutinlasnyiea,nd rindiegn,ificuis
oes
owii,yizi disgt eto the metropolis.
King's 'AieW,l I,bich
pulled down
way for it, was a far stip.crio, building to t1,1,1-I,lrie
start piece of architectural co%C.OIIPrY• pro..
. .sroa___
Austrians," is prosy and common-plitce•
and we
teus, the Politician" is a sprightly satire;
ar
may say the same of the " Candidate s Gla"

BENTLEY'S MISCELLAN r•
ch"Pters C-11: this triotla'
entzrtay.n2 ".8146
rapid headway, and we are now arrived on the
threshhold of that remarkable conspiracy whose