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LITERATURE.

TREVELYAN. 3 VOLS. LONDON, 1833.
~Shalcspeare's well-known adage, " the course
"'true love never did run smooth" is the ground-
thrk of this tale, which we should have liked
iletler had the interest been of' a more cheerful,
!al'hy character. All smiles are bad, all tears
4111 worse; but it is the due admixtures of regrets,
6ers, and pleasures which make up this strange,
chequered scene we call life, that lends its best
e°arrn to fiction. Now the only change in the
,4trative before us, is from the dull, grey twilight
d°' melancholy to the black midnight of absoluie
feBPair. There is no relief—no hope—no bit
sunny landscape for the eye to repose on ;
pup look through a gloomy vista of yews to a
churchyard beyond. Still the tale possesses
hisl'g interest, and by hurrying, undisturbed
tY episode or other digression, straight as an
(14°W, on its course, keeps up attention to the
i:)l3e. The main incidents may be summed up
t a few words. A handsome, intelligent
ngliBh officer, Colonel Trevelyan, is appointed
iardiarl to a lovely young orphan named
eras,
Howard, with whom he has the ill-luck
1°
,1.'411 in love. She, however, though she treats
pit° With unbounded affection as a brother, has
116,- great opinion of his merits as a lover (he
kti'Pens to be thirty-four, while she is only
4:enteen years old), and prefers instead a gay,
hing nobleman, Lord Herbert Leslie. Her
'o4li4n perceives this attachment with the
ilePest regret, but after a long struggle, gives
"away to the man of her choice ; then hurries he
'4°ad to divert his melancholy, and after an
t.,BeTice of two years returns home, and is
th'aLlY married to his own cousin Lady Augusta,
itilY daughter of Lord Launceston. This match,
ttaa most matches got up under such circum-
lleas, is an unfortunate one ; but still more
bbf
°llanate is Teresa's with Lord Herbert Les-
t(); wkho slights, insults, and finally abandons her
q, he" own French servant, a pert coquette
fed Marianne. It is at this period that
revel
Yan,
wretched as a husband, meets with
eresa
Nei , who is still more wretched as a wife.
ID4tr first rencontre is at a fashionable
)ith at the West end, where he is struck
kb, her altered character, having become
;ararently as flippant and heartless as she once
thel, innocent and unsophisticated. Of course
tr 4 it" old acquaintance is renewed, but—con-
s Y) we believe, to established etiquette in such
the 'soothing improper takes place ; indeed,
moral and somewhat austere turn of Tre-
04Y,as's mind, makes, in time, its due impression
war eresa's mind; and she dies shortly after-
-11(13 the victim of a broken heart, brought on
tl the neglect of her husband, in the presence
her best friend and guardian, who himself is
140 means slow in following her to the grave.
:13111 this slight sketch, the reader will
it'llee perceive that the writer has, through-
her tale, had Mrs. Inchbald's Simple
1:11 in her mind. Trevelyan is but a
lef?.-nPup edition of Dorriforth, somewhat
tea te-e,u• and mellowed in character, while Te-
tta„) ,t"°llgh less of a copy, bears no indistinct
-tb°lance to Miss Milner. But the imitation
114111° servile one. The hand of skill and
1' has has been at work upon it, and mixed up
Lt Many strong, original touches of shrewd-
it; and sensibility. The inference to be
Ltva from the tale is by no means flattering to
ih"'e readers of the sterner sex who have passed
thfirat hey-day of youth. It is, that no man,
bye,:e age of thirty-four, has a right to fall in
tßet, He is then to consider himself middle-
to and to look on a rejection as a matter of
kt4llBtse. This was the sole reason why Teresa
l),twed Trevelyan. Unhappy epoch, hovering
4eithea4 youth and age, yet belonging to
tsd er) when a man is too young for philosophy,
t tieo old for sentiment! 'What is it fit for, but
k Politics and drink champagne at a club-
There are many nice touches of feel-
4104eattered throughout " Trevelyan." Those
-g have been compelled, like many of our
11)eiradi sn and Australian emigrants, to quit
'l4th native land for ever, will recognise the
and pathos of this remark :
;014 ,
ord
4 w was given, and the oars fell, with one loud
4er,lnto the waves. Those who have been forced by
Nr,„- elreunistances to quit their native shore, and to
till Zhiod them
that their souls hold dear, will know
Asia's'l the shock a
ock which that first splash, on finally
lazidi gives to the heart. It seems as if the fatal
Itt;eVered us from all we love, as if it made us even
from the habitable world."
ige3 "IPson, in one of the very few good pas-
Zpte be met with in his prosy tragedies, has
:bB3ed) with singular feeling, something like
t,"e sentiment. We quote from memory,
Cher under correction : :--
Cast of the wildest of the Cycled isles,
Tilere never human foot had trod the shore,
suchruffians left me, yet believe me, Areas,
is the rooted love we bear mankind,
Allheartleas as they are—l never heard
"Fil sound so dismal as their parting oars."
4i.ae character of Trevelyan 's wife, is well hit
a sentence :
St,:e Was remarkably sensible, but it was such heavy
plit-q-fact sense, that one longed for some trait of folly
uthtlessness to relieve the monotony of her discre.
fag how
ever, she was certainly an excellent daughter,
Tirl'reet clock-work in her attentions to her father.
eh re is much natural feeling developed in
rail racter of old Lord Launceston—espe-
by iii that scene where., after the sudden death
1/44) toourite son and heir, Lord St. Ives, he
re 4„
areel'etl Trevelyan by that name, and
,can
ori
Y be persuaded that he is mistaken.
he b g the few lively characters that hover in
4 a ek. r
g ound of the tale, we have been most
lopiti with the prying, active old gossip, Mrs.
, o 'ls' The heroine Teresa, whose parentage
o
foor tnclition in life are unknown, living next
end her, of course she indulges, with her
;14411-.lBsl 'n
the moat discreditable and malignant
'4l es' This will serve as a clue to the
11,4' shrewd trait of character
ok I see the girl constantly on the lawn, said Mrs.
4'4114 :41 When the windows are open, I can hear her
very eeping still, I can actually bear them
/etc into
:, by leaning a little over that corner of my
%,:n1 see their drawing-room.
Itnee ; really ?
exclaimed two or three of her visiters
444,,reord°, wti "ery awkward and disagreeable ! And with
of the'LrYtitnonediately hurried into the designated
‘°Ere "a'rony, to see if they could catch a glimpse
v 481ve pair."'
t h4VC been not a little surprised by the

author's remarks on marriage ceremonies. " A
melancholy marriage," says he or she, " is an
anomaly in life !" Now the fact happens to be
just the reverse ; for if there be one thing in
' life more dull and melancholy than another, it
is, what is called, the nuptial ceremony. The
bride and bridesmaid make a point of crying as
if their very hearts would break ; the bridegroom
looks like an ass ; all parties, in short, are dis-
composed, with the exception, perhaps, of the
parson, to whom the recollection of his fees im-
parts pleasure and confidence. We have seen
many merry faces at a funeral ; we never yet saw
one at a marriage. And no wonder, it is an awful
catastrophe! But we must hurry to a close. In a
word, then, " Trevelyan is a tale full of feeling
and interest, and is just the sort of book to be
devoured by young ladies at a watering place.
They may read it, at a single sitting, on a chair,
on the sands of Ramsgate or Broadstairs, and
sob as loudly as they please, over the sorrows of
its chief characters--for their sobs, be they
worthy even of Stentor himself, will be sure to
he unheard, amidst the eternal chafing of the
waters.