The Sun.
London, England, 1858-07-03 00:00:00

THE MAGAZINES.

Dublin.—The story of " Gerald Fitzgerald". is
_ continued. with increasing interest; and there is
some skill- displayed in the gradual development of
the youth's-mind ; it truly shows how evil inapt-es-
'. sions once instilkdieto the mind ate difficult to
eradicate.. At the conclusion of this part of the
narrative a new prospect of a settled life seems
once more to dawn on the wandering hero.
"Olympia Morata" is the subject of an agreeable
sketch of the life of th it _remarkable woman. She
is described as the most learned woman of her age.
It is amusing to notice hose distasteful to lier mind
were the mean occupations in which she was-com-
pelled to engage, ou account of the straitened
cir-
• curnstances of the household. It is said, while she
patched the old habiliment:, the envied the
Israelit,s in the wilderness for the,garments which
waxed not old during forty years of pilgrimage.
`" The 14a.cly Agnes," translated from the German,
is a legend in verse, which is well worthy of regard.
The story is a pleasing one and gracefully de-
' scribed. "The Right Hon. Sir Edward Bulwcr
Lytton :—his career, genius, and writing," is the
subject of an art:cle that will doubtless arrest a`-
teniion. It is alweys interesting to trace the pie -
gross of a master mind from the first dreams of
ambitious youth, till the proud period of their
reali3ation. Many whose early clays were devoted
to castle building, find their matutity approach,
while yet no chaplet has adorned their brows, and
no admiring world has sounded their applause. Of
those aspirants who fail from their powers bci'g
too • much estimated by themselves, or too little
regarded by others, was certainly not that
dreamer by the banks of Windermere, whose
life is here h:ought before our notice.
It is an endeavour to combine an epitome of his
career, an analysis of his ta!ents, and a summary of
his work., in the small space that is devoted to one
theme in a publication like the present ;. and it
'will appear to most readers that the project has
been muccessfully carried out. The generality of
people will differ on particular points, the favourite
of one is unnoticed by another, but the teue-t:.ink-
ling and the right-judging Will Tecoguise the nobility
Of mind, and yield to the spell of genius. Putting.
aside the conside.ations. of political prejudice, and
literary jealousy; they will appreciate intellect by
whomsoever possessed, whether by statesmen whom
they know are not depsnderr. on the transient
plaudits of the hour, but whose names belong to
their country's history, or by authors whose works
will outlive their critics, and delight by their
perusal

" The future sons and daughters still unborn"

of the generations that shall flourish when our own
has pasqed away. " The Identification ; a Narra-
tiva of Facts;" by a Constabulary Officer, is an ex-
ceedingly interesting story. It is a singular cir-
cumstance, which is related in an ingenious man-
ner, and the important points of the evidence, the
trial, &c., se, iu to furnish overwhelming proofs of
the guilt of tho accused party. Afrer all has been
decided upon, tie fatal
seutence passed, the awful
hour appointed when he,
who
then stood in the
court should be compelled to exchange time for
eternity, a sudden change occurs, an unyoked-for
incident intervenes, to rescue the do?med one, who
was wrongfully accused. Anther had committed
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the clime, who resembled him in appearance, in an
extraordinary degree, so that in tee shales of n;ght
he was easily mistaken by many persons. The
sudden transition from despair to hope, from the
valley of the shadow of death to the light of day
and the charms of home, may be imagined. The
striking passages are pJwerfully dwelt uprm, and
the exciting interest
_of the tale well sustained.
-"The True Sroi y ofa Cock and a Bull" is a brief
sketch which contains some humorous remarks re-
lating to the fallacious luta, that was recently so
prevalent, of foreign invasion, and the starling
announcements that were made of the manufac-
ture of—

"Armammts to thnnderstrike tha walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals."
"The GermatLegend,"byJ. Slingsby, is pleasing.
It relates the story of the child who besought its
mother not to mourn for its loss, as her grief
would not let it Weep in the grave. She struggled
for composure, and checked the starting tear, and
hushed the rising sigh, and again in her sleep she
saw a vision, and heard a voice, but brighter and
happier than in her earlier dream.—

" Sleep on, thou patient mother,
No more with grief opprest,
Untroubled now, and sweetly,
Thy little one takes rest.

" He that for ever giveth
Rest to his children dear,
Sendeth to thee this vision
Thy loving heart to cheer."
Awoke that mother lonely,
As passed the voice and light ;
But she knew who stood iu glory
Beside her bed that night.
The angel of her little child
Ilse message blest bad given--
One of the angels that behold
The Father's face in heaven.

Frasnr.—Thero are several articles in Fraser
this mouth which will attract and gratify the
reader. The commencement of a new story pro-
mises well for the lovers of fiction. There
is little
incident in this introductory instalment, but it
brings the actors upon the stsge, and they will nu
doubt play their Farts with spirit. The concluding
volumes of Mr. Proude's History of England
receive a favourable notice, which commends his
research, hia industry, and the graces of his style.
The article proceeds to give an interesting sum.
nary of the carer and character of Henry the
Eighth, but the c9nclusions at which both Mr.

Blackwood.—The instalment of " What will he
do with it I" which is here presented to the reader,
t is, perhaps, one of the most interesting that has
yet appeared. We are not introduced to such
agreeable phases of life, it is true, as in some other
passages, nor are the persons met with endoWed
with the genius, whose halo casts a glory cver the
path of Darrell, or gifted with the sweet and at-
tractive qualities that charm and fascinate in the
gentle young Sophy ; but there is a vigour in the
startling revelations disclosed, that gives aehai actor
to the story, and stamps it with individuality and
importance. We are carried back through the twi-
light of the
,past to take a glance at the early days
of " grim Arabella Crane.' Austere and ungenial
as she has appeared to us, it must be confessed that
she had endured enough, to harden the mind, and
deaden the feelings. Hors was not a nature that
softens by suffering. She required all the refining
influences of affection, and the warm sunshine of
kindness, to ameliorate the hard and harsh attri-
butes of her mind. Her character was not of that
sublime order which finds the sweet uses of adver-
sity ; her heart could not respond to the beautiful
impressions of grace, by which the mourner can
find the dark path illuminated by the thy-spring
from on high, and through tears see the heaven
where they shall never more be shed. It is not
surprising, after reading of the fiery trials of her
youth, to notice the adamant disposition which ap-
pertains to Arabella Crane. Such wrongs rankling
in her mind, such sentiments pervading her
existence, could not have produced anything,
different. By various acc DULI ts and remi-
niscences, we are enabled to form a more
• correA idea of the plan of the work as a
whole, and to estimate more thoroughly the in-
fluence of evnts, • upon the characters of thoso
before our notice. Jasper Losely is left in the c ire
of Poole, to the horror and dismay of that latter
individual, who finds too late the danger of mixing
with rogues, and the difficulty of shaking off the
acquaintance when its relinquishment seems de•
sirable. The most satisfactory incident here re-
corded is the decision of Darrell not to marry
again ; and the reader rejoices with him in his
freedom, when, escaped from the• snares and pit-
falls of the town, he finds himself at evening hour
again safe in the beautiful shades of Fawley Manor.
"My First and Last Novel" is an amusing tale,
which narrates the singular adventures, met with
by a young Wife in her attempt to compose a fiction
in secret. Her intention was good, but she carried
it out in a most unwise manner, and acted
so strangely, that her husband could not be
blamed for thinking she was implicated in some-
thing wrong. Her work gained the remarkable
success which always attends the hurried attempts
of inexperienced writers in sketches like the pre-
sent. Minnie had some claim on fate, however,
to accord her renown, since she had suffered so
many ills in her task of authorship. "The First
Bengal European Fusiliers at Lucknow" is con-
tinued from the June number. It is a subject that
attracts attention at the present, moment, and a
per usal of this account will afford gratification,
as there can be but one opinion concerning the im-
portance of the struggle, and the merits of those
engaged in it. Indian affairs are also treated of
in " The Poorbeah Mutiny," -which contains
much useful information of that memorable event.
" The Soldier and the Surgeon " is the title pre-
fixed to some judicious observations on the sani-
tary condition of the army, which are written by
one who forms a true notion of the importance of
his subject. He observes, at the commencement,
that—" Though peace may have her victories not
less renowned than war, yet it fares ill with that
people among whom the soldier and his services are
not duly esteemed and suitably acknowledged."
We have elsewhere alluded to the two brilliant
articles on " The Great Imposture" and " Mr.
Dusky's Opinions on Art," which appear at the
conclusion of this number. They will be found in
every way to repay perusal.