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The present Number opens Nviih an elaborate review
of Mr. Pearce's recently published biography of the
Marquis of Wellesley. This review, albeit occasionally
tinctured with sectarian prejudice, is on the whole fairly
written. " The Witch of Kilkenny," which follows, is
a not altogether unsuccessful imitation of the glorious
Ingoldsby Legends of poor Barham. " Ireland Sixty
Years Ago" is continued inthis Number of the Dublin
University, and gives us most amqsing accounts of the
sayings and doings, the fun and the frolic, and con-
spiracies and persecutions, going • on in the Irish metro•
polis just before the period of the union. From this
article we extract the following account of a meeting of
united Irishmen, with sketches of the three great leaders
of that body, Theobald Wolfe Tone, James Napper
Tandy, and Archibald Hamilton Rowan:—
" I entered college in the year 1791, a year rendered me-
morable by the institution of the society of United Irishmen.
They held their meetings in an obscure passage, called Back-
lane, leading from Corn-market to Nicholas-street. The
very aspect of the place seemed to render it adapted tin-
cherishing a conspiracy. It was in the locality where the
tailors, skinners, and curriers held their guilds, and was the
region of the operative democracy. I one evening proceeded
from college, and found out Back-lane, and having inquired
for the place of meeting, a house was pointed out to me, that
had been a hall in which the corporation of tailors held their
assemblies. I walked in without hesitation—no one for-
bidding me—and found the society in full debate ; the Hon.
Simon Butler in the chair. I saw there, for., the first time,
the men with the three names, which were now become/so
familiar to the people of Dublin—Theobald Wolfe Tone,
James Napper Tandy, and Archibald Hamilton Rowan.
" The first was a slight, effeminate-looking man, with a
hatchet face, a long aquiline nose, rather handsome and gen-
teel-looking, with lank, straight hair combed down on his
sickly red cheek, exhibiting a face the most insignificant and
mindless that could be imagined. His mode of speaking was
in correspondence with his face and person. It was polite
and gentlemanly, but totally devoid of anything like energy
or vigour. I set him down as a worthy, good-natured, flimsy
man in whom there was no harm, and as the least likely

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a whisper ran round the room. Some one went up to the
president, then turned round, and pointed to me. The presi-
dent immediately rose, and called out that there was a
stranger in the room. Tyre members advanced, and taking
me under the arm, led me up to the president's chair ; and.
there I stood, to await the penalty of my unauthorized in-
trusion. I underwent an examination ; and it was evident,
from the questions, that my entrance was not accredited,
but that I was suspected as a government spy. The " bat-
talion of testimony," as it was called, was already formed,
and I was supposed to be one of the corps. I, however, gave
a full and true account of myself, which was fortunately con-
firmed by a member who knew something about me, and was
ultimately pronounced a harmless ' gib,' and admitted 'to the
honour of the sitting.'
This article is followed by two reviews, the one of
Hood's Poems, written in a warm-hearted congenial
spirit, and the other a second article on the recently
published life and correspondence of David Hume, dis-
tinguished by its fairness and impartiality. We have
then a biographical sketch of Sir Martin Archer Shee,
illustrated by a portrait; after which William Carleton
gives us the first four chapters of a tale of Irish famine,
entitled the " Black Prophet." The last article in the
Number is on the social condition of Ireland, and is
just the sort of paper that might be expected from the
pen of a clever and somewhat unscrupulous Orange
partisan writer.

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DOUGLAS JERROLD'S SHILLING
MAGAZINE.
This is in eipNlent number of Douglas Jerrold.
" St. Giles and S4-aames," " Juniper Hedgehog," and
the " History for Young England," are all continued
in the present number. The character of King John,
in the " History' for Young England," is admirably
summed up in a few words :—" He died on the 19th of
October, in the 49th year of his age and the 17th of his
reign, more thoroughly hated, and more deservedly
condemned to everlasting infamy, than any other man
of whom history keeps contemptuous record." This
sentence is perfect—it is impossible to add to, or take
from it, without weakening its effect. This number also
contains a smartly written article on " May-day," by
Angus Reach, and a searching, withering satire, entitled
" The Poor Man's Coat," from the pen of Cooper, the
Chartist poet ; in addition to a variety of other articles,
all good of their kind.