The Sun.
London, England, 1841-04-02 00:00:00

MAGAZINES-CO TINGED.

UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL.
The present state of our relations with Ame-
rica gives additional interest to two good articles
in this number—" The Naval Recollections of the
late American War," and " Hints on the Ma-
nagement of a War in America, by a British
Officer of ability and experience, who resided in
the Canadas 42')).• more than eight years." As the
latter contains some useful information respect
ing the course this country should adopt, in case
the islaine people and the Lockport rioters
should unfortunately bring affairs to extremities,
we shall forego any remarks on the other arti-
cles, and subjoin from it a few useful extracts :
As to the matter of our holding the Canadas, or, as I be-
lieve, they ought now to be called, Canada, I conceive our ope-
rations would he only defensive, as acqu'ring territory, above
certain posts, would be out of the question ; and, to obtain this
advantage, the plan of the late General Brock ought to be fel-
towed—which was, to go slap-dash at their principal posts,
without giving them time to strengthen themselves in them.
In the Lower Province, we have not so much to do in that
way (I shall talk of them as distinct provinces, as formerly),
as there they cannot cut off our supplies so readily. The first
thing to be done, is to make a simultaneous attack upon Fort
Niagara, Sackett's Harbour, and Detroit, as far up as Fort
Gratiot, on the Detroit River, as these points command the
great lakes on which the fate of the province depends. Sackett's
Harbour, it will he remembered, was the great dockyard,
where they built their large ships, in opposition to ours at
Kingston. This ought to be seized at once, and the mouth of
the harbour destroyed by filling some old vessels with stones,
and sinking them there : the channel is-.very narrow, and can
easily be obstructed. Oswego should Le treated in the same
manner : they hare no other ports on Lake Ontario.
Fort Niagara lies immediately opposite our forts, George and
Mi'sissaqua. Fort George, I fancy, is gone to ruios no loss,
as it was in the v.orst position an unfortunate fort could be
placed in, being commanded and enfiladed upon three sides of a

The Rideau Canal makes a great alteration in this country
since its formation, as now our stores can be got up without
risking, as we did last war, their passage close to the enemy's
lines ; how they ever allowed them to pass them has always
been a mystery I could never solve.
If are wish to bold the Canadas, we must have a great supe-
riority on the Lakes. The building of ships is expensive : a
small steam craft can be established, if we can destroy the
harbours along their shores, at the same time we must take
care they do no.t destroy ours fir. t.
The Niagara frontier is a place of great consequence, as they
can el-oss in so many points. A strong redoubt on Navy
Is;and and Fort Erie would give us the command above the
Falls of Niagara. A strongpost at Queenston Hill, seven miles
from Fort George, or Alississequa,_ secures us pretty well on
this frontier, as from Queenston Hill everything can be seen
down to Lake Ontario.

On Lake Erie the Americans have no good harbours, while
we have several,—Fort Erie one, though rather open. Ships
can, however, run down the river t 3 shelter or find good an-
chorage under Point Abineau.
The Detroit River is about a mile 'moss; and if the Ame-
ricans have sufficient force they may cross over at any time,
and destroy and pillage our settlements on the frontier, which
they would be prone to do, and retire to *heir own side, after
doing some mischief, without attaining any good; and, to pre-
vent thi=, we must have possession of their strong places on the
rivers and lakes, and the supremacy on all the waters.
In the Upper Province I should conceive the people are
generally loyal, though there may be many radicals among
them of the deepest die; yet I think, generally speaking, they
may be firm to the Queen's Government. They make good
soldiers, especially in that country, where they know the woods
as well as the Americans, and can be brought into excellent
discipline, as witness the Incorporated Regiments of Militia,
the Glengarry, the Nova Scotia, and other regiments. Put
them on the footing of the regdlar army ; allow their officers
half-pay and pensions for wounds, and the men with grants of
land after the war, and never fear but a respectable force may
be raised in a few months fit for any service.

M 011? 7'HLY MAGAZINE.
There is an essay here on the " Relative Value
of the Acted and thiacted Drama," which—as
the production of, Mr. Tomlins, who has distin-
guished himself by one or two clever pamphlets
on this subject—is entitled to more attention than
we can just now afford to bestow on it. Enough
to say, therefore, that the essay in question is
characterized by a strain of reasoning always inge-
nious, if not always convincing ; and that the style
is neat and perspicuous, except when the writer
attempts to be fine and metaphorical, when he
makes strange work with his tropes, as in the
following instances, when, speaking speaking of
the restraint under which the drama labours, he
says, "but the swelling flood burts its unnatural,
its unscientific barriers, and breaks into illegal
performances, or into the published, but unactcd
drama." A " flood" that can break into a "per-
formance" must indeed be a most miraculous
flood ! " The Young Artist" is a well written
tale from the pen of Mrs. Edward Thomas.
The interest, however, would have been greater
had it been a little abridged. The "English Wits"
is a biographical and critical notice of Fielding
the novelist, in which the writer, to our surprise,
gives it a 3 his opinion that "Amelia" is superior
to " Tom Jones." He states also that the latter
work is "not remarkable for any very successful
delineation of character," lbrgetting, apparently,
the admirable portraits of Squire Western and
his maiden sister, Partridge and Black George,
Square and Thwackem, Master Blifil and the
puppet showman. " Our Monthly Crypt" in-
cludes several intelligent notices of new publica-
tions.

METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE.
The best article in the present Number, both
as respects matter and manner, is the " Note-
Book of an Irish Barrister," in which there is
a memoir of Lord Plunkett, accompanied by a
criticism on his oratorical powers. The writer justly
observes of his Lordship, that, " when his faculties
were in their meridian, he was unquestionably
one of the most vigorous reasoners of the age, and
herein lay all his mastery. He was not a very
profound or learned lawyer, not at all equal to
Romilly, to whom he has been compared, and
inferior to many of the eminent men now at the
bar. In professional acquirements Mr. Pene-
father is far his superior. In mere book-know-
ledge many surpassed him ; but in his matchless
argument, in keen, close, rigorous reasoning, be
rose far beyond all others. He was the most for-
midable and skilful of sophists, and unequalled
in that resistless and vehement energy with
which he struggled to the last for victory, or,
where that was unattainable, for a dignified
retreat." We fear we must apply the dishearten-
ing words " Troja fuit " to Lord Plunkett's
powers of oratory, for of late years he has made
little or no figure in Parliament. " Recollections
of a Student" are replete with stirring incidents,
the scene of which is laid in Poland during the
despotic reign of the Grand Duke Constantine.
" Sing me the Songs of other Days" is a ballad,
by Mr. Abdy, and reminds us of some of the late
Haynes Bayley's touching melodies. " Zaleska's
Song" is a spirited Polish air; we quote it
accordingly :

Poland is dead,
The t)rant said,
Exulting in triumph of power ;
0, no ! she but sleeps,
While her genius. keeps
A watch for her waking hour.
Silent and fair
She slumbers there,
But feveri'h dreams disturb her.
She needs but wake
For her chains to break ;
Not the nations of earth can curb her !
She wakes from her rest
At the call she loves best,
Her life's not in mortal control.
Wound her and pain her, •
Enthral her, enchain her,
She lives in the heart of the Pole !

THE DUBLLV UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
Captain Meadows Taylor, author of the " Con-
fessions of a Thug," and " Tippoo Sultaun," both
works of approved merit, figures this month in
the portrait gallery, which our friend Antony
Poplar is adorning with etchings of distinguished
Irishmen. Captain Meadows is still in the prime
of life, and promises to enrich our literature with
many more of the most correct sketches yet writ-
ten of social lite in India. "Poets and Poetesses"
is a pleasant gossiping article of parlour window
criticism, with extracts from the poetical perpe-
trations of -Moyle, Ellison, Sterling, Howitt,
Lady Jervis, Magrath, Browne, Serjeant, and
Lady Flora Hastings. The " Misfortunes of
Barney Branagan" deepen in interest. No
writer of-the day can sound the depth of the
Irish heart with more truth and feeling than
William Carleton. The-sick bed scene between
the father and the son in the present number
would convince us of this, had we not already
diScovered it in his " Traits and Stories% of the
Irish peasantry. " Charles O'Malley" has a ca-
pital ghost story—such a ghost story as is never
heard out of Ireland. The narrator tells the
story of his father, an undertaker, who, though
the best singer and the hardest drinker in the
barony, looked, when seated on a hearse, " as me-
lancholy and as miserable as if his own mother
was inside." In removing the body of an old
priest to his "last home" he was benighted, and
obliged to seek shelter for himself and the corpse
in an old church, in which, however, he found
means to kindle a good fire, and to supply the
" materials" for a jug of punch. We begin our
extract with the second jug, at which point the
worthy undertaker was wont to grow somewhat
sentimental :
" Now there was one th ;lig distressed him most cf all; my
father used always to make fun of the ghosts and sperits the
neighbours would tell of, pretending there was no such thing,!
and now the thought came to him, • Maybe they'll revenge
themselves on me to-night when they have me up here alone;
and with that he made another jug stronger than the first, and
tried to remember a few prayers in case of need; but some-
how his mind was not too clear, and he said afterwards he was
always mixing up ould songs and toasts with the prayers, and
when he thought he had just got holl of a beautiful psalm, it
would turn out to be Tatter Jack Walsh,' sr 'Limping
James,' or something like that. The storm, meanwhile, was
rising every moment, and parts of the cld abbey were falling,
as the wind shook the ruin ; and my father's sperits, notwith-
standing the punch, were lower than ever.
"' I made it too wesk,' said he, as he net to work on a new
jorum ; and troth this time that was not the fault of it, for the
first sup nearly choked him.

EVEN ENG EDITION.

thini;A; hanr ds,arit.heytneoew,
y,
o'al
aktneebwegwinhnatinigt
fortable ; pass the jug ; your very good healtla
a little hoarse its true, but if the company will excuse ----
And then he began knocking on the table wit!'
to
knuckles, as if there was a room full of people asking In_ala,t
sing. In short, my father was drunk as a fiddler; thu„f
brew finished him, and he began roaring away all kinust $
droll songs, and telling all manner of stories, as if be "5
a
twoaSfe;elthealssyi salni Icrelto,hvle,
great party. he
" While he was capering this way about the • into
knocked down his hat, and with it a pack of cards her,
it before leaving home, for he was mighty fond of a ga,,r°;.ea
" Will ye take a hand, Mr. Free? said he, as he,g.
them up and at down before a fire.
" I'm convenient,' said he, and began dealing eat
there was a partner fornenst him.
" When my father u ed to get thii far in the story, k:10e
came very confused. He says, that once or twice he roltiw
the liquor, and took a pull at the bottle of poteen instead oor
punch ; and the last thing be remembers was askifgni: be
Father Dwyer if he would draw near to the fire, and
pop
there near the door. A f 11 fast
"'With that he slipped down on the ground ans. ewbes
asleep. How long hee-lay that way he could never tell.
_A ,calt
he awoke and looked up, his hair nearly stood ene"uttlie
fright. What d 3 you think he seen fornenst him, sittlt its"
other side of the fire, but Father Dwyer himself ; there or
divil a lie in it, wrapped up in one of the mourning cloaks'
ing to warm his hands at the tireibar
" Salve hoc nomine patri !''said my father, crossing
self ; av it's your ghost, God ioresarve me r dar I
" Good evening t'ye, Mr. Free,' said the ghost-- a ea.
might be bould, what's in the jug ?'—for ye see my
it under his arm fast, and never let it go when he was af:tben
"` Pater noster qui es in— poteen, sir,' said my
for the ghost didn't look pleased at his talking Latin.
outbos
" Ye might have the politeness to ax if one had a
him,' then, says the ghost. tits.
" Sure, I didn't think the like of you would taste sre out $
" 6 Try me,' said the ghost; and with that he tilled
glass, and tossed it off like a Christian.
" Beamish !'says the ghost, smacking his lips. liaPP"ei
" ' The same,' says my father, and sure what s
you has not toilf y our ste.' ehoisf.
If you'd mix a little hot,' says the ghost,
it would be better the night is mighty sevare.' father,
" Anythinc, that your reverance pleases,' says 1117
he began to blow. up a good fire to boil the water.
6" And what news is stirring ?' says the ghost.
_, the
"'Devil a word; your revcrance ; your own funerai."eplea
only thing doing last week; times is bad ; except the °3,,,
there is nothing e
quite dead in our parts.' cet.
And we hereabouts too,' says the vbwithl
" There's some of 113 so, anyhow,' says my father
sly look. Taste that, your reverance.'
"' Pleasant and refreshing,' sa3s the ghost ; and ny" iglY
Free, what do you say to a litt'e spoil five, beggar I°J e
bour ?'
6' What will we p'ay for ?' says my father ; for a t ca"'
just struck him,—' maybe it's some trick of the devil t°
my soul.'
" 6 A pint of Beamish,' says the ghost. oubs%
" Done, says my father; 'cut for deal; the ace °'
you have it.'
" Now the whole time the ghost was dealing the, car•lte
father never took his eyes off of him, for he wasn't 41°
in his mind at all ; but when he saw him turn up the trump and
and take a strong drink afterwards, he got more at else'
began the game. but
;
" How long they played it was never rightly kn,°w ntbrel
one thing is sure, they drank a cruel deal of spent
quart bottles my father brought with him were all finisp,„il e
by that time his brain was so confused with the liquor,
he lost,—for somehow he never won a game,—that be Yr''
ting very quarrelsome.
" You have your own luck of it,' says he, at last. iota
" True for you ; and, besides, we play a great des
I come from.'
- kOS•4 Nr

- I've heard so,' says my father, I lead the
spades ; bad cess to it, lost again.' ths
" Not t
it was really distressing ; for hy,
though they only began for a pint of Beamish, my ith osaa*
on betting till he lost the hearse and all the six hers`"
ing cloaks, plumes, and every thing. 9'
" Are you tired, Mr. Free ? maybe
" ' Stop ! faith it's a nice time to stop ; of course net'
Well, what will ye play for now ?' , ofer
" The way he said these words brought a trembhugh
my father, and his blood curdled in his heart. "(L''''ll ibtj
ther !' says he to himself, it's my sowl he is want' a
time.' at 11'15
" I've mighty little left,' says my father, lookieg„hig.„
keenly, while he kept shuffling the cards quick as liglie—thae!:
you'd like to sten
" Mighty little ; no matter, we'll give you plenty 0' log 4'
pay, and if you can't do it, it shall never trouble you as
you live.' v foga
ia s
"' Oh, you murthering devil !' says my father,
him with a spade that he had behind his chair,
you out.' terrible
With one blow he knocked him down; and now a wheel
fight began, for the ghost was very strong too ; but nsYlf thes
blood was up, and he'd have faced the devil hhnse bottles
They rolled over each other several times, the broken ode'
cutting them to pieces, and the chairs and tables crasbllortb'
them. At last the ghost took the bottle that lay on theiostoli°
and levelled my father to the ground with one blow ; I.loto tb
fell, and the bottle and the whiskey were both dashe,d{iiat er;
fire; that was the end of it, for the ghost disappeared he
ment in a blue flame that nearly set fire to my father as
on the floor.
" Och ! it was a cruel sight to see him next rnorni7e're
his cheek cut open, and his hands all bloody, lying tint ;
himself; all the broken glass, and the cards all round cgbost
coffin too was knocked down off the chair ; mae th r
had trouble getting into it. However that was the funefoar the
put off for a day, for my father couldn't speak ; and, &Call b.'s
sexton, it was a queer thing ; but when they came to
vet ill
in the morning, he had two black eyes, and a gash ° 35
ear, and he never knew how he got them." and
The other articles are of a political cast, ,Auge'
rabidly Tory as suits the palates of Irish u`.-
men. This Magazine has reached its buildfjeo
number, and its excellent delineations °
life entitle it to our best wishes for its sac'

THE SPORTING REVIEW. ,tioos
This Number is honoured by communic"„tleY
from two scions of nobility, the Hon. 0.3-clt°
F. Berkeley, and Lord William Lennos., the
the credit of them and their order, these areevei
best of the batch. Both describe rura1,,,5,c(1
with much tact; they evidently have 111'c 10
every class of society, not as idle spectator''4si4
careful observers, prepared to store up Pa; be
events for future occasions. The contras'o
tween the absentee and the good old an
gentleman, by Mr. Berkeley, Is well dralicili
it is only to be regretted that a mind o'd tne,
appreciate the happiness of domestic life/ al,/ and
friendly intercourse between the Mabel
lower classes, should display such bitterne—,4:
frola
severity towards those who interfere, often,
want, with his country amusements. olore
of the various meetings of the Cll'tte;) ore
hounds, and "The Death" (fox hunt'
beautifully executed.

THE SPORTING MAGAZIO:„,f_Se3:
" A Glance at the Approaching nuci7racei
sort" takes a cursory view of all the great",,wti;
from the Ist of April to the Newmarket au'f-,-tioi9
meetings in October, furnishes an ilite",Ain
outline of the forthcoming sports for 18,.4"ipore
as the. writer justly observes, "he must Ili the
nice than wise Who is dis Satisfied bare
prospect. Not less than 154 nomination.'•vocil
been inscribed for the Epsom meeting', °fp' ,1114
Stakes.
are in work, and all qualified ::or ti e
takes. The Liverpool July meeting, I°'',Avoc'f
fair to shine forth brilliantly, and the G°°:,-
,1'
Races are to surpass even the splendid. 6-: and
last season. The instructions for traini,lid
breaking colts display good sense and a ki''n the
position, and are calculated to impress ()vell:
trainer the necessity of performing every -1.109
tion with patience, caution, and kindness",, fo%;
Number is ornamented with two plates/
hunting in the Deccan" and " Snipe-51149-titfolv
The former is by Bateman, and is beau"
executed.

THE SPORTSMAN. 50$1;
The embellishments by Beckwith, as tidee'
are excellent, the first representing the . the
stalkerlsz taking refreshment, and the othel
fowl shooter's return. In the forie,typit,,e
dogs are drawn to life, and the well-fe" -00
pony carrying the booty, might excite th e f
of
_Landseer. We recommend " The Turibeit
u&x Secundus" to those who are wakilig• s
l tea
bets on the Derby. The game be 511Y%ceac, "
deep for him, but he asserts with COli4- list'
the the winner is not yet in the bettill
The veil," he adds significantly-, " ";I''c; aft&
for so long a period concealed the dooli" ved
cprtain c/ipte, is. destined to be renioveLlbe re-
shortly,
and a very pretty history will 01'
vealed." The verses " Merrily dawns the ogio
jug, Sky," by Major C. Campbell, are betterj„. to
any we have observed in sporting perioclic%-tifol
some time, and give a spirited and verY bea-
description of a summer morning.

SMALLWOOD'S MAGAZIO.
of of
This is a very improving periodical) g.O,
with care, and, containing just as much varjoeetr4
is desirable in a work of this sort. ,The Pru-of
too, generally spfaking, is above par, in P"
which we may instance
." Blind -Man's 1311 ineti
a story of the carnival of Madrid, which 1511 elitich
in the measure of "Beppo," and exhibits I,!tiot
of the ease, and whiinsical vivacitY 0,
amusing bagatelle., The ;ttbal
a sprightly prose sketch of one of those jotll iii
military Narcissuses who. are to be met wlnaiir
every country town where a. regiment i 3
tered; who are the idols of love-sick boar ite;;
school misses and sentimental maid-serval_dl
and are viewed with distrust and alarni Vever
discreet fathers and mothers. " One eau No
mistake," says the author, "a young 5'11)3: 'oli6
who has just joined. There is such a den° jo
_amusing mixture of niaiserie and coxcomb
ptiorlY o 1
his manner; such a would-be assunilco
the man,- and such a determination to De
off the hobbledehoy-. _ How resolutelY ;tot
endeavours- to forget that lie has
,utilo
emerged from a state of pupillage •, boo'
to conceal the enormity. of his youth,
ietio
sedulousl lie cultivates a faint appcaraoc
embryo moustache and whisker; and eil.`,,cee#
with the heroism of a martyr, a diurnal pw, ;0,
that he calls shaving ! How interesting 11
of scraping on his still smooth and round he
ront
to be ! What locks of hair,_ of all shadesoc'kei,
flaxcn to raven black, are stored tip in his P, aodo
,isgre;
h Pal°l•
book ! What visions of blue, hazel
sparkling black eyes,. float around ,
10,011
in the essay on " Philosophy in its Itelata: tb,
Christianity' an eloquent account is give'
vague and unsatisfying character of the ow

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