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andthe author of the " Cloncurry Prize Essays,',
e'rl.r• Stanley—the writer holds to be productive of no
iLto Ireland. That absenteeism does not occasion
had the misery which Mr. Staunton and the Repealists
b,.lltend it does, we ourselves are prepared to prove ;
2'
that it does produce suffering, though in a greatly
litigated degree, we could full as readily show to be
the faet• Stanley and Staunton run to extremes, and
at) truth , as in most disputes of the same kind, lies
se "t midway between them. By the way, the writer
takes not to have seen Mr. Staunton's pamphlets, and
Mr. Stanley as his guide even where his state-
], entB and opinions are most questionable. We too
,eave thought of the evils of Ireland, and devised a
je'en.edY, no doubt justly liable to many very grave ob-
se ti°lls--but this is not a place to introduce it. Ab-
wn.teeistn is an evil—so far we are opposed to the
rater of the article before us ; but it is an evil which
ou
not to be restrained by an individual property
x' and here we are at sixes and sevens with the Re-
„Pealers• The remedy which we would propose will
fot be forgotten when the subject comes regularly be-
e the Legislature. .
a‘‘,rhe " Castle Builder" is a light pleasant paper, and
a"ned in our mind some curious reminiscences.
wer'al castle-building is the only employment to which
ever yet betook ourselves with any thing like real
rnestness ; but we have been by no means so fortu-
tate as the writer of the sketch before us, as it
Is' frequently happened to us to make mistakes
of unluckily as the glass-man in the eastern tale,
the milkmaid in a homely story equally
totructive. But no matter ; the pleasure more than
s°lterbalaneed the pain, and who knows but by some
Ilahh,aatrnent we may give permanence —" a local
itation and a name"—to some of our celestial
b, thetures ? We want the lamp and ring of Aladdin,
it, tnen we may discover some other way of command-
I: tt,
the presence of the genii of castle-building. Per-
Ps our friend is possessed of the secret. If so, pray
the
communicate it to us in the next number of
Monthly.
, ('
'Nights in the Galley—Seventh Yarn," is well
1114 •
, but we know so little of sea affairs, and care so
ake for learning the crimes peculiar to that element,
t its effect was lost upon us. " Can the Tories
art" 'Ace after all ?" is too flippant—too unmeaning an
\\,tt 'le for the subject of which it attempts to treat.
tnelieistn s are poor substitutes for reason, and false
44t;01°18 miserable representatives of facts. The
files
has imacination enough to write very readable
; but lie lacks judgment, and knowledge of facts
rf aPPearivr respectably as a politician, even in the pages
fails Magazine. His present attempt is a miserable
h re. The Address to Death" is forcible, but
in 'lts °riginality. Every thought in it will be found
s,
takespeare's Henry IV., and the old ballad of
eath and the Lady." The other articles are too
(41°Re
erOUS to be noticed separately. The number is a
et, , both from the variety of the subjects, and the
"era! ability with which they ire discussed.

FRA S E R.—Regent-street.
;rile portrait attached to the present Number is that
biitihe Count d'Orsay, brother of the beautiful
4-efiegs of Guiche, of whom we do not happen to
he e heard as an author, though it must be confessed
read hibits to considerable advantage as a man. On
are lhg the memoir, however, of this gentleman, we
k0i,144 at all surprized at our ignorance of his literary
Fr:eveinents, for we find that he is introduced into
(loner's Gallery on the strength of what he is going to
liaather than on what he has done. It seems that he
Nt°lne intention of publishing a journal—some-
' 'lvie suppose, after the fashion of " Prince Puckler
44,8ratt's Travels in England,"—which those who
th e seen it, pronounce to be all that it should be. We
1o:11v/eh with patience the publication of this pheno-
ll
°°, which the Count's biographer vouches to be
411. extraordinary production," and, no doubt, with
8
tic; for French Peers, as well as English, are very
tlsble of perpetrating " extraordinary productions ;''
'fiord either in
nwecannot, of course, be expected to say a
praise or dispraise of an author, whose
efd:n uvre has net yet chipped the egg-shell. " A
Cambrian
Colloquy on the Decline and Fall of Poetry"
iteayy
il rather, but contains one or two forcible re-
(arks respecting Dryden's Prose style, which is little,
Fr at all, inferior to his poetry. " The Songs of
.
04anee is a continuation of the " Prout Papers
: of the best series of articles that ever made its ap-
t 110 ranee in a periodical. We know not which most
hi34dlnire in the old priest—his learning, his fancy,
pkii,Wit) or his pathos. We are surprized that he re-
tll4 ,14 es with such energy our insinuation last month,
134 "was not at all times averse to the worship of
Notiehos, seeing that the wittiest and most fanciful
iqe ,Iletions have been produced under this generous
anDdiration• Our hint was put forth in the blandest
wro most Christian spirit possible ; however, we were
it seems; so here make atonement to the honest
of ther* " Byron's Dramas" adopt Mr. Bulwer s sview
Ford: question, and are ardent in admiration of his
Sorel dramatic capabilities. Where does it lie ?
and Y not in ,4 Manfred," still less in " Sardanapalus,"
kya...least of all, in toe " Doge 1" Sir Egerton
IlkvaeB's Reply to the Edinburgh Review should
the ren dispatched in a private letter (post-paid) to
hag Editor of the great Northern periodical. It
11° earthly interest for the public.
WD SERVICE JO URNAL. Henry Colburn.
lAthee Wish it was the interest of all Sovereigns, or
triad rof their successors, to have all their private acts
cther Public ; whether in the form of anecdotes, or any
Dokernost agreeable to the fancy of surviving contem-
th r,..14' Certain we are, however, that this is so little
e7e, that we almost doubt whether our own most
81:18 Sovereign would put the shade of Don Pedro
eeortilite, were his every thought, word, and action
debt by the same pen, to which we are in-
-1)407. for the Anecdotes" of the late Ex-Ern-
th, t°l Brazil, which are given in this number of
the vrited Service Journal. Celibacy is not among
t'llkortiles which flourish in Courts ; and ingratitude
eit
" those who have contributed most to their
„,
414 r`easures, not the least frequent of the crimes
4eed to the account of Princes of the Blood Royal..
'lt 4 net appear that the vices of Don Pedro were
k 14,.gt6aser nature than those of Princes who received
of It h more excellent education ; for in the calendar
teiotr to delinquency, we believe the preference of a
(3f rtlyeZl° a wife, excessive avarice, and the meanness
ttleitiim'ung a courtezan with a false jewel, may be
4411 CC if not surpassed. But they know little of the
tettiv_aracter of Don Pedro, who represent him as
PehdeV solely by base motives in effecting the inde-
hiter 7 of Brazil, and delivering Portugal from the
.1444 ,°tthis brother Miguel. The system of Govern-
gib, -inch
e tick he established, and the charters which he
Leh"eBe countries, is the best refutation of all
Sil' antes and Piracy" is it powerful sketch ; but its
‘kr ~ a too horrible. " Traditions of the American
etieo4 ' ndependence," will recal a world of reminis-
.%4 t •
he mind of many an aged veteran. It con-
Niteoveral fine traits of character. "On the moral
'4l of Seamen," is' a most important paper, and
vio *orth
Yof general attention. We were not pre-
eail
klit ugly
`'are of the existence of the new establish-
the ti Sailor's Home," erected on the site
rtioswick Theatre, near the London Docks ;