The Sun.
London, England, 1851-07-03 00:00:00

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Pieistratus advent:, a a little f tatter in the oeveiep
ent of his novel, insomuch that the mere romance
readers, those who read alone for the interest discever-
able in a fictitious narrative, will exult in the charms
of this sequel to the " Cextons." Leonard having re-
solved to seek his fortunes in the metropolis, has
eruaaee U sturdily up to town, takaz u der his care,
on the way, ;het little damehter of poor Digbaa who
ad been left at the country tavern wipe° ected
on
death of her father, the old soldier. Immediately
afore the entrance of the way ferers into London they
liocaaledp
to by
"le upon in eccentric angler, fishing for one iliebo-
erchin the treacherous stream the Brent, al-
the latter as the " Datieah of his exiet-
enee." Arrived in town with his little charge,
Leonard meets accidentally with Frank Melt-dean,
now an officer in the Guards, and Randal
T
'"eslies now a subordinate in the Foreign-office
under Audley Egerton. The three young men are
tariVen by a shower to take shelter under an archway
leadine. to some livery stables—an incident reminding
171° °'t that capital farce at the Lyceum, in which
r. Cherles Mathewi is so delightfully humorous,
An Appeal to the Public. In the next chapter we are
treatederton and Harley
tea charming dialogue between Audley
g
r,f the L'Eetrange, the latter being one
most exquisite and masterly creations of Sir
'blwer Lytton. Harley likens the life of Audley to
a stortn in a saucer, and Audley returns the compli-
ment by saying that Harley's lite is as surely the
saucer without the storm. The following scrap ex-
cerpted from their conversation is delicious in its
quaint and quiet humour :
"Do you know," says Harley, in reply to his friend's
unexpected badinage, that's very well said, Audley; I
did not think you had so much liveliness of reputteee
Lite—lite! it is insipid, it is shallow. No launching
Argosies in the saucer. Audley, I have the oddest
fancy—.”
" That of course," said Audley drily; " you never have
any Other. What is the new one?"
mesmerism
(with great gravity)—"Do you believe in
mesmerism?"
AtJDLEY—" Certainly not."
13.1.1tLEY—." If it were in the power of an animal mag-
netiser to get me out of my own skin into somebody
else's! That's my fancy! lam so tired of myself—so
tired ! I have run through all my ideas—know every
one of them by heart; when some pretentious impostor
of an idea perks itself up and says, 'Look at me, l'am
a new acquaintance'—l just give it a nod and say, 'Not
at all, you have only gut a new coat on; you are the
same old wretch that has bored me these last twenty
pears; get away.' But if one could be in a new skin!
if I could be for hale-ae-hour your tall porter, or one of
your eminent matter-of-fact ruen, I should then really
travel into a new world. Every man's brain must be a
ta.hetotuleisht
World in itself, eh? If I could but make a parochial
settlement even in yours, Audley—run over all your
and sensations. Upon my life, I'll go and talk
va.alktifinat French mesmeriser about it."
Talking about mesmerism, there is a glorious
paper on that same subject in the course of the
current number of Blackwood. We have devoured
every word of it, including the editorial note at the
end, and find it all admirable. To ourselves it ap-
pears little short of conclusive, and we would gladly
be the means of directing the attention of thousands
of readers to it as a most rational argument upon a
!Itibiect scarcely anywhere understood. The article
"in question is simple, but significantly entitled
What is Mesmerism ?" Taking the recently pub-
recollections of Count Piniodan as a theme,
ne of the contributors to Mega has contrived to
erredbee a very readable account or the "Campaigning
an Austrian Aide de Camp," the narrative being
‘,"f Course coloured throughout by the Tory views of
r magazine. " The Peaceful Lieutenant and his
„ a paper reading very much like an effusion
dcle author of " The Green Hand," is coacludt d.
e account count of the storm at sea in it is powerfully
n
ue'''. Madame Pfeiffer, by a work lately
printed inVienna, has given a fruitful subject for
rit nasal to one of Blaelmood's most intelligent re-
vie
attlve.,rB: His contribution is headed " Wanderings
inlti the World," and will be interesting to all those
revel in the vicissitudes encountered by the en-
trrsing traveller. Delta's " Lament of Selim" is a
aleeeseercely in any respect worthy of one who has
Poetic Contributed so many graceful pieces to our
auto?iterature. The closing article in the July
somber is ef, a political character, and has as a very
41,4 beading these two words. " Downward Ten-
th', „3:•- Among the advertisements accompanying
of theulazine, we may be permitted to mention one
.331°St ix, Cursorily, seeing that it relates to one of the
Blafirliar and distinguished of all the contributors
of ix; 74'00d.. Every one who admires the gebius
ever y e„11 Ibousand a Year" (and who does not ?),
the Nvho has cherished a grateful recollection
Physic.sensibility revealed in the " Diary of a Late
riOalty f(l)tint; (and who has not ?), will look with curi-
vryst , r " Lily and the Bee," a romance of the
the al Palace, by Samuel Warren, announced as on
eve of publication.

THE NEW MOAN THLY.
gtaceful tribute to the memory of the Right
;gen. " Richard Lalor Sheil" leads off the July num-
ber of the New Monthly—a circumstance not the less
gratifying seeing that the deceased orator was one of
the most remarkable ameng the many celebrated con-
tributors to this periodical. Immediately after this
biographic sketch, which is from the pen of Cyrus
Redding, we find, by a rather bungling contrivance,
laother abusive fiction relating to the religion of which
41r. Sheil was a member up to the moment of his
demise. It is from the band of the contributor who
e already disgraced the pages of the New Monthly
,tl
Pandering thus grossly to the bigotry and into-
lerance of his countrymen. From this article we
:11,,r with satisfaction to a charming criticism on the
life and writings of poor " Hartley Coleridge." As
tspecimen of his humorous skill in versification we
.nve the capital lines addressed by him "To the
4ciagpie," beginning—
" What shall we say of thee, pert, perking Mar,
Whose every motion seems to fish for praise,
Whose whole existence is a game at brag?
Art thou a stranger quite to poet's lays,
With black and white thy pretty self adorning,
ka Like a blitho widow in her second mourning?"
gnete of Ho;me Vale," the next contribution, is a
translation
by Mrs. Bushby, from the Danish of Jens
taggesen. " London Shopping, Carriage. hiring.,
uYiug, 3cc.," will be found a very agreeable, and
is hat is better still, a very useful paper, by all the
lady readers of the
.New Monthly. Nicholas MLhell
still plods onward in the track of his heroine, " Hester
entitled eirset." The jumble of ecent)icities of thought
" Hodge- Fudge," is rather a spasmodic at-
,.rapt at Wit, than wit in reality. "Furtrer Reval4-
1,107,
-S
of, the . Revolution of F.bruary" have been
_
Vgested by books recently given to the world
eimm. Sauzet, Lucien de la Hodge, Alfred
eau, and Elias Regnault. Thereupon follows a
.1101150, account of the War is K ifir land,
itgrki this, with a chapter on " Tne Overland Route
ill California," some pleasant notes anent the
:,"Pera and a continuation of Mr. Jolly Green's
"',°tY about " All the World and his Wife," corn
tastes the current number of the New Monthly rather
agreeably.

THE ECLECTIC.
" Descartes" is celebrated in the opening paper of
„
Eclectic, somewhat too briefly, It is true, but still
Cleverly, and with a judieious appreciAtion on the
part of the reviewer of his historical position and phi-
osophical claims. Pulsky's " Tales and Traditions
°f Hungary" are next criticised, and in a
manner, it
1.:11119t be admitted, singularly genial and delightful.
!Janie' Da Foe, one of the brightest Lam"
In English literature, a name dear to every
%true English heart as that of the author of " Robin-
J": 1 Crusoe," is, after thi, weighed in the balance
ss_ll the Eclectic, and not found wanting. " Firma-
mental Architecture" is another fine paper, both in
sublime subject and in its admirable treatment.
a vg.ot=si ppin 2: article relating to " Memoirs of
icidllerary Veteran," and an ingenious comment on
of'kPuleius," make up the rest of the number deserving
ally notice, the close of the periodical being filled
u
„P With literary notices of a very briet and miacella-
'3°lls character.

FBAS ER.
tYraser this month opens with a laudatory review of
'ill' Francis Palgrave's " History of Normandy and
ngland," in which we find muchcurious information
plating to the life and times of Charlemagne. Under
the title "A Jungle Recollection," by Capt. Hard-
; °gain, we have a spirited narrative of a tiger hunt
41 India, and in a review of certain "Little Books
with Large Aims," the writer administers a well-
ejited castigation to the whole race of pub-
., skiers, booksellers, and circulating library keepers,
Who for their own pecuniary advantage force authors
volexpand their works into the regular orthodox three
ii,titnPS; without regard to anything but quantity.
„":3 son. G. S. Smylhe M.P. contributes "his-
,ic feneY " the " Rhine of the Franks," and "
l'Et(t)eltoon-Place Man" makes some amusing "
I°Els.' Colonel Cornelius O'Donoghue continues
i,;s amusing narrative of a scramble among the
•rtyrenees. We have t.lso an interesting biography
‘ Poulailler, the celebrated French robber, whose
b)romantic, atrocities surpassed even those of Cattouche
nlin *L. ;. and t,he magazine concludes with an elabo-
V.e review of the recently published Memoirs of
William Wordsworth. Taken as a whole, this is a
'ietY excellent number of Fraser.
No. 11'.

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