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work ; that they would even, as their great leader
once said, " get him out of his blunders," as well as
conquer for him when led as he could lead them.
Still the idea was that we were not a martial people
—that we had no conscription, no compulsory service;
that our idlers, and scapegraces, and men to whom
the workhouse was the alternative, turned
soldiers, and made good soldiers too, but, that
the shopkeepers thought of nothing but
their calicos, silks, or groceries, the clerks about
their accounts and their copying only, and the manu-
facturers about their power-looms and spinning-

jennies.
All these fancies are dispelled for ever. Young
England, does not, indeed, take to soldiering for
simple display ; nor does Old England encourage
its juniors to take the evenings or their half-holi-
days for learning drill without a practical. abject
in view ; but—let that object appear, and all Europe
now sees what metal we are made of. A neighbour
Government sees fit, with the blandest professions,
to keep a spare one or two hundred thousand
men, with an excess of naval force utterly useless,
except for the purpose of placing these hundreds
of thousands on a neighbour's shore. Our rulers,
while reciprocating the bland language, show their
real opinions by almost doubling the cost of our
army and navy; the "nation of shopkeepers" sees
that there, is a practical object before it, and an
army half as large as our regular army springs up
in a. twelvemonth. Where did they come from ? The
deapotisms of the Continent cannot understand it,
they know of only the good old plan of making
men. turn soldiers ; but they see the freest people
in Europe placing an army at the disposal of the
Crown, almost entirely at their own cost and in
siAte at first of Governmental and Horse Guards
eliscouragement. But, even though almost snubbed
and discouraged they pressed on—they compelled
the aristocratical and professional contemners to
commend what they had despised, and persevered
till a Royal Levee, and and a Royal Review have
rewarded their zeal with the highest approbation
which the highest authority in the land could
bestow. Her MAJESTY'S heart, we know, throbbed
with joy as she gazed on these volunteer defenders
of her Kingdom ; but the offering was the nation's
free-will offering alone. To her belongs the credit
of grateful encouragement ; to the volunteers from
the people the greater credit of sacrificing time and
money for their country. May we not then say
with our Scotch bard :
" Who will not sing, ' God save the Queen,'
Shall hang as high's the steeple ; •
But while we sing, ' God save the Queen,'
We'll ne'er forget the People."

Let but a popular novelist write a sparkling
book of travels, and how many critics are down at
once upon him as though he had been guilty of
some high crime and misdemeanour ! It was thus
when Mr. DICKENS published his two delightful
volumes of "American Notes." Any one reading
the reviews of that work—reviews scribbled,
one might almost have fancied, with venomous
little steel pens dipped in vitriol-and-water—might
have been led to suppose that the book was a
villainous libel and a malignant caricature ! When it
was in reality nothing less genial than the sketch.
book containing the pencillings, so to speak, of
America and the Americans as they appeared to
the view of the most warm-hearted and large-
hearted Humorist who ever adorned our English
Literature. There was another book—written by
a lady novelist—about America, that had previously
called down upon the devoted head of its author, if
possible, a still more virulent and copious flood of
objurgation. It is almost needless, we believe, to
add, that this writer was no other than the creator
and celebrant of " Mrs. Barnaby" and the " Vicar
of Wrexhill"—keen-witted FRANCES TROLLOPE !
In point of fact, the book of travels here referred
to was Mrs. TROLLOPE'S first work—its issue from
the press inaugurated her career as an authoress.
"Domestic Manners of the Americans" the book
was called ; and it recorded in a graphic manner
the impressions produced upon the mind of the
writer after a three years' residence. at Cincinnati.
It is now some eight-and-twenty years since the
date of its original appearance. Since which time
not only has Mrs. TROLLOPE herself contributed
hiigely to the national library of fiction, but her
two sons—ANTHONY and ADOLPH TS—have built
up for themselves within the last five years distinct
and notable reputations in imaginative literature.
ANTHONY TROLLOPE especially has latterly proved
himself to be not only one of the most prolific, but
also one of the most popular and successful among the
younger generation of novelists. Instead of be-
ginning his career as a writer, however, with a
book of transatlantic travels, according to the
example of his mother—ANTHONY TROLLOPE after
publishing some half•dozen works of fiction, adven-
tures upon the publication of precisely that kind of
production—gives to the public a book of travels,
and a book of travels that may be also designated

transatlantic. " The West Indies and the Spanish
Main" is the title of the work, which is nothing
more--pretends to be nothing more—than the
record of observations made during the course of a
pleasant excursion. Mr. TROLLOPE'S book of
travels, like many a previous novel from the same
hand, proves to be singularly readable. It wins
golden opinions from all sorts of men upon this side

of the Atlantic. But notwithstanding all this—
unlike any of the same writer's novels—the work
calls down upon ANTHONY TROLLOPE in some
quarters almost as hearty abuse as that lavished
upon his mother's record of travels upon the North

American Continent. One of the assailants of Mr.
ANTHONY THOLLOPE in his capacity as a traveller
has recently been holding forth rather vigorously
in the Corn Exchange at Northampton. The acri-
monious critic in this instance is a rev, and a
BROWN—[Tom BROWN has told us what the

BROWNS are made of, and how manly and out-
spoken they can be]—the Rev. J. T. BROWN,
Minister of the College-street Chapel, in the afore-
said town of Northampton. Mr. BROWN it appears
has been a traveller in the West Indies as well as
Mr. TROLLOPE. Mr. BROWN has been to Jamaica
with his eyes and ears open—like Mr. TROLLOPS.
But, speaking to the audience recently assembled
to listen to his experiences of the West Indies,
but particularly of Jamaica—what says Mr.
BROWN about Mr. TROLLOPE ? Let us see. It
is Mr. BRo'wN, remember, who is loquitur :—" He
should have been ashamed—his (Mr. BROWN'S)
opinions might be worth something or nothing,
but facts were facts, and he could give facts to
prove what he said, and he did say—he should have
been ashamed to have written a book so ignorant
on some points relative to Jamaica as that of
ANTHONY TROLLOPE, and he should have blushed
if he could have been guilty of so wicked a thing as
to write the review of that book which appeared
in the Times. When he read some of ANTTIONY

TROLLOPB'S pictures he had been amused sometimes,
and sometimes indignant ; but when he read that
review it made his heart go down ; it did indeed
very low. lie know where Mr. TROLLOPE had
lasen; he knew how he Was crammed. He mild
point to men who now laughed, and said, We,
helped to cram him. If he (Mr. BROWN) had hie
sparkling and ready style he could write three'
different books about Jamaica, and none of them
true. He could write one all praise, as beautiful as