The Sun.
London, England, 1833-12-02 00:00:00

THE EAST INDIA MAGAZINE.

We have not for a long time been able to give
that praise to the above Magazine, which it is
our wish to do whenever an opportunity is given

ua which we can fairly take advantage of vvil
compromising our character. We are sate
the present number contains nothing to a 0
tone of our remarks. It is deficient in di
deficient in interest, and must continue so 0,
as all the original articles are printed in 1
which, if employed in The Sun, would, fr°/
size, exclude the half of our daily news.
proprietors may save something in their prig'
bill by this plan, but it must hurt them i°
long run.

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE.
There is more than an average =die
verse in Blackwood this month. Mrs. 0'
contributes her best ; and " Harold," who
from Templemore, Tipperary, exhibits
poetic promise. We have been struck
ease and sweetness of this couplet,—

" On my ear her adieu, with its dukiiner-01/4
Like the gush of cool waters, in melody fell.'
We must also quote some lines " To 3 Y
of Autumn," by Miss E. M. Hamilton, a Y`4
lady who—a rare achievement in these (1/,
puts thought and feeling into her poetry :""

" You blame me, sister, when I say,
Tbat Autumn makes me sad;
But quicklier still you silence me,
For thinking Spring is glad ;
Does it howler we blame,
We all are very, much the same ? _

" There is in every breast that liver
A sadnc.,... :z! own,
That reason neither cures nor gives,
Whose fountain is unknown ;
A something that we seldom tell,
But that we cannot conquer well.
" Why is the joyous Spring to the
A melancholy thing ?
And why does Autumn unto me
Such gloomy feelings bring ?
Neither can answer, but we I.:Tmw
We do not merely fancy .u.

" It may have been some single hour,
That, colour'd them to both;
Some vivid moment's lightening power,
That, growing wi.h our growth,
Made that to one for "or sad,
Which to the other seems all glad.
" Perhaps the heart was beating fast,
With bliss too deep to say,
When on a hawthorn bough we cast
Our happy eyes away ;
Perhaps when tears were ill-restrain'd,
That look on a dead leaf was cbain'd.

" We mat k'd not then the hawthorn bough,
Nor then the witheed leaf;
But they are felt intensely now,
In silent joy or grief;
Let us compassionately see,
Alan's spirit is a mystery ! tlt
• " Who knoweth the spirit of man ? '—Eeclesiasteit
The " Sketcher" is full, as usual, of Pl`)
resque imagery. The writer, whoever he /Ili
be, has a quick apprehension of the beautiill
nature and art. " Fragments from the fellst°,:
of John Bull" is an imitation of Arbuthneul
admirable allegorical satire. It is somewhat j 6
and prosy, with here and there a touch of sc'
thing like humour. " Retribution" •is 2 dig of
ously told tale. " Greek Anthology" is c'ilje•
Professor Wilson's masterly criticisms, wily
cusses the genius of the minor classic bards'
es
like a scholiast, but a poet. How true in jp{
sence, and beautiful in expression is the foil°
passage !
"Poets never die. True is the doctrine of the it
migration of souls. The Genii drop the dust, SV,o,
cToree
tTehnoduergnhetBs,_andth Feeelings immortal
purity—the
.., irniu spiritual
and b
sweetness of Simonides—of Sophocles_of i_..o
jrie
survive. Thou art not dead, my Lycidas,' is
serious
so
sublime from the soul's sense of its immortality."

COURT MAGAZINE.
feo
The portrait of Lady Anstruther is the g;
attraction of this number. It is a most cateu'be
finished engraving. The drapery, especiallY the
rich lace veil that falls in graceful folds °l' the
shoulders of the, fair wearer, does credit iorog.
skill and delicacy of Mr. Parker's hanti;lia
The ringlets, perhaps, are a little too stiljo-re.
wiry, but this is the only defect of the Pieldiog
The literary department forms pleasant res of
for sofa loungers, but we miss the "
Honeymoons." This is a series of essaYsvett
happily conceived and expressed to be g 1 by
up. The author must make us happy gill°
the perusal of his graceful domestic sketches'

THE METROPOLITAN MAGA2Ptii
There is a strange mixture of excelhnce -00
mediocrity in the present number of this,
favourite, but we fear that the latter preu°,;(4t
nates. " Jacob Faithful " maintains the ".5),
character the preceding chapters have
obtained for this succession of " Peter SielP:o
but " Chit Chat," another standard article, Isola
long for the matter it contains. puns .0,
playing upon words we can bear in moderate
but four and twenty pages is a desperately street
dose. The " Spanish Barber" maintains„ io
medium character. The " Physician's ViSit
good, and so is the continuation of " Itnpris°o
went for Debt," but the major part oft v,
remaining articles are elaborate soporifics, ,
cellent things to be taken by a restlesq
bed time.

COBBETTS MAGAZIN
It needed not the announcemei o'l
wrapper, that the work was edited John the
James Cobbett, to tell us that it was not ops
mark of the Cobbett. We are by no riot
admirers of Mr. Cobbett; but his
inconsistencies and bold assertions may
amusement when nothing better is to be oses
There is nothing to strike, nothing to $13'0007
nothing to instruct in the number of hit; 5
ri•
magazine before us. It is simply comb'°
place.

THE GARDENER'S MACAW-SP ;#4
The principal original matter in the PrdoP
number is a continuation of Mr. 1.01;11.011)6
" Notes on Gardens and Country Seats." 0001 g
amateur of landscape gardening, the accoef"
given of the seats of Lord Sefton, Earl
ville, Sir George Warrender, Lord Bostu'r'rirr
Gore Ouseley, the Duke of Somerset, thefoco°
cess Augusta, the Earl of Orkney' pill'
Grenfell, Esq., the Duke of Wellingto"to be
t
Walter, Esq., M.P., &c. &c., cannot isi'ctovil f
exceedingly valuable. The following estrila-00
be amusing to all, the first being an tictc-foler;', -
the lavender plantations at Park-place, j°to
belonging to General Conway, but now 00;
Maitland, and the second a matter wilici'voljg
fail to have struck every one walking
t
the streets—
" Park lace bas tong been celebrated for 5"