The Sun.
London, England, 1840-03-04 00:00:00

MAGA ZINES—caNT'INUED.

NE fl' MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
In consequence of not receiving this Magazine in au`.•
ficient time on Saturday, we were unable to include it
among our usual periodical nntices yesterday. It is a
very fair average Nurnbrr, but contains no one article
of remarkable excellence. It opens with a continuation
of Mr. Theodore Hook's tale of " Fathers and Sons,"
wherein ho sketches, in his usual lively, off-hand style,
a respectable family in the middle ranks of life, whose
villa in the neighbourhood of the metropolis is thus per-
t nye :
" To describe the villa—place it could not be called—of
this agreeable couple would be quite :.uperfluous—they who
know the world can perfectly appraise the country-house
of an agreeable small family, of some four or five thousand
a year, as Mr. George Robins can value a real property,
in which he appears to be so eminently successful. Chintz,
cotton, comfort, snug rooms full of furniture; books, harps,
pianofortes, bagatelle-tables, backgammon-boards, chess-
boards, guitars, kaleidoscopes, sofas, squabs, cushions, ot-
tomans, corners, recesses, little oriel windows, flowers, Eau
de Cologne bottles, scattered books (not books taken from
the library, but books from the circulating library), albums,
drawings, H. B.'s sketches (no matter what visitor suf_
fers), little absurd work-boxes which nobody uses,
portefeuilles, pineuhions, fire-boxes, snuff-boxes, bon.
bonnieres, minia,tures of distant relations, in cases, lying
on the tables, varieties of inkstands, peerages, directories,
low chairs, long chairs, footstools, folding screens, a bright
blazing fire, a snow-white poodle on the shaggy hearthrug,
and a long-eared ' Charley' in the lady's lap. That
sounds snug, and is something like the way in which they
'carried on the war,' or rather enjoyed domestic peace,
at Mr Amersham's."

Jane Bruff, who, we suppose, is intended as the he.
oine of " Fathers and Sons," promises well in the way
of character, having a small spice of the devil in her,
which, we have no doubt, will be developed, towards the
close of the third volume, in the very agreeable form of
an elopement from her father's roof with her "sweet-
heart." Thus much we think sce can foresee already.
The " Fairy's Wand" is a humorous, fanciful little tale
by Captain Marryatt. The scene is laid at Windsor
Castle, dur'ng the reign of Charles the Second ; and
describes, in a dashing style of caricature, a drunken
revel, in which he, assisted by Rochester, and the Lord
Mayor and Corporation of London and their wives, in-
dulged one summer night at the Royal Castle. " Spe-
cimens of German Lyric Poetry" contain several grace-
ful translations from Schiller and other writers of that
imaginative class. In the next Number, the translator
(Mr. Merrivale) promises us some specimens et
Schwab's—what a name for a poet !—rhymical abilities.
In Mrs. Trollope's " Widow Married," which is illus-
trated with two exceedingly droll engravings. the re is a
highly comic scene between a fortune-hunter and a
young lady, whose financial capabilities he endeavours
to ascertain from her own lips, previously to his com-
mitting himself to the matrimonial noose. " The Chalet
in the Alps" is a simple narrative, pleasantly told, by Lady
Blessington. The " Adventures of Khodadad" shows
a familiar acquaintance with every-day life in the East.
The " Music and Poetry of Prince Albert" praises his
Royal Highness's poetical talents in very rapturous terms.
We subjoin one of the Prince's poems, which trundles
on smoothly enough:—

" Come, dearest, come, with me to rove,
And leave awhile thy pillow;
My boat awaits to bear my love,
O'er yonder sleeping billow.
Come, dearest, come !
" Come, dearest, come, thy couch forsake,
Delay but makes us fonder
Thy mother sleeps while love shall wake,
No danger waits thee yonder.
Come, dearest, come !"

Tiff.: DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
Anthony Poplar's Irish Portrait Gallery is adorned
this month by the venerable figure of Lord Plunket,
sitting in his robes as Lord Chancellor of Ireland.
The portrait is accompanied by a gracefully written
memoir, in which greater admiration is expressed of
his Lordship's talents than his principles, but in which
ample justice is done to his private virtues, We
pass over the Review of Bishop Mant's His-
tory of the Church of Ireland—a history long
since written in the blood, and stereotyped in the
hearts, of the Irish people. " Bulwer's Dramatic
Poetry" is very ably reviewed in this number. A
second article is promised on the same subject, and if it
only equal in critical acumen and just views the one
before us, it shall receive from us a hearty welcome.
" Harry Lorrequer" once more makes his appearance
as Editor of the Memoirs of " Charles O'Malley the
Irish Dragoon," and the introduction of his friend,
who is a " raal broth of a boy," is characteristic and
amusing. Harry is a delightful gossip, whose company
it is no great stretch of good taste to prefer to Dr.
Cooke and the Synod of Ulster, or Dr. Stock and his
legion of Scapularians. " Curiosities of Law Books"
is a good subject, not badly handled, although it might
be much bitter. The other articles offer nothing
worthy of especial notice. The number is a very
good one.

UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL
Contains many interesting artieles, chiefly with refer-
ence to naval and military subjects, which the members
of either profession will read with great pleasure. Among
them, we find a spirited sketch entitled " Military Ca-
tastrophe of the Carlist \Var," which would seem to be
the production of one who had taken an active part in
that war ; and " Nights at the Fo'castle," in which
occur one or two lively naval sketches.

EAST INDIA MA GA ZINE.
Those who are fond of reading brief, pithy sketches
of voyages and travels will find much to entertain them
in this Number, which contains, infer alia, some account
of an " Overland Journey to India ;" of a " Visit to
Malta and Sicily ;" of " South Australia ;" and of a
" Journey to the Country north of Ava." We find
also some curious specimens of modern Hindoo song_
writing.