The Sun.
London, England, 1835-07-03 00:00:00

MAGAZINES-CONTINTJED.

TOURIST'S MAGAZINE.
Virtue. London, 1835.
One of the cheapest and niost entertaining of the
minor periodicals, full of light tales, agreeable snatches
of poetry, and anecdotes calculated pleasantly to pass
away an idle half-hour.

MAGAZINE OF DOMESTIC ECONOMY, No.l.
Orr. London. 1835.
Like all first Numbers, this is got up with great
care, and as it is filled with useful directions for the re•
gulation of domestic establishments, and by so doing,
appeals to a large class of the community, we think it
bids fair to become a favourite with the public.

MANUAL OF ENTOMOLOGY. No. VI.
ehurton, London, 1835.
The work before us is a translation from the German
of the celebrated Entomologist, Dr. Herman Bur•
meister, and furnishes us with many curious and novel
particulars respecting the natural phenomena of the
insect tribe.

ARBORETUM BRITANNICUM; No. VII.
Longman, London, 1835.
Another of Mr. Loudon's useful publications, giving
accounts of the hardy trees of Britain, their propaga'
tion, culture, and management, and illustrating these
accounts with some very graceful pictorial designs.

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
Simphin and Marshall.
This Number contains a very clever article on the
subject of establishing a system of Poor Laws in Ire'
land, which we cordially recommend to the considers'
tion of the Legislature. The writer is particularlf
happy in his exposition of the causes of much of the
lawless and brutal outrage, which reflects the tharactet
of cruelty and bloodthirstiness upon the Trish pea'
santry. He says--" The proposal of it
jaw, implies
its correlative, a dereliction of duty; and it would be
hard to imagine such a dereliction more stroogli
marked than in the instance of many of the gentry of
Ireland, who are either willingly expatriated, or five
at home in palaces, indifferent to the utter Wretched.
ness of the countless thousands whose lot has been case
by the Creator upon the land on which they were
born, while' their drawing life from its produce has
been left by tht laws of man to depend upon Me ca'
price of individuals. Here may be seen the able'
bodied Workman labouring all day for that which can'
not satisfy the demands of nature—perhaps returning
to his starving family only to say, '7 would have
toiled to earn you bread, but could no tvherefind one
willing to employ tne--perhaps driven by madness to
the commission of outrage, or to seek oblivion, of hie
misery in Me fatal facilities offered to intemperance;
then, with spirit and constitution alike broken, wasting
away under the ejects of indigence, until the grave
receives the indirect victim of starvation, and his fa'
milt' wander forth to live upon the precarious con'
tributions of those who are almost as Poor as them'
selves."

Such, in fact, are the real causes of Irish beggar!'
and brutality ; and Anthony Poplar is forgiven a long
account of political offences, with which we were
about to charge him, for having the honest mall'
liness to state them thus clearly, broadly, and forcibly
Let the Irish press do its duty, without regard to
what are called the interests of any party ; let the
real condition of the Irish poor be placed in
juxta-position with the hypocritical canting of
knaves and demagogues, about keeping alive so•
cial affections, gratitude, and a hundred other
phrases intended to set off the spiritual consolation
tended to be drawn from the blessings of beggary—'
let those whose business to instruct the multitude re
fleet on the sufferings of their starving countrymen as
evils which afflict men, rather than as the merited
degradation of a sect, and we will soon have it in our
power to announce the dawn of a brighter and better
day for the indigent poor of Ireland. We must hear
no more of the efficacy of appeals to prOmiscuous
charity—no more of the munificent gifts of the Irish
aristocracy, and the all-sufficiency of church and
chapel-door collections for the relief of a starving pea'
santry. The Irish gentry have had the country—its
liberties—the choice of its laws—and its institutions,
social, religious, and political, committed to them for
period exceeding two hundred years, and now we ask
what have they done for it ? They have made it
land proverbial for its ignorance, its beggary, and its
demoralization.

There are several other excellent articles in the
July Number of this periodical. The second sonnet,
in the verses entitled " Sylva," embodies an idea4o°
which we shall not be surprised to find many pens
exercised. We wonder did it ever forcibly recur to
Coleridge?. To Wordsworth we know it to be fami-
liar. The'following stanza in the lines addresied to II
child gathering flowers in the. College Park, is simple
and touching :---
" What (lost thou in our learned bowers?'
Heads may be wise when hearts a: e breaki
And happier science thine than ours,'`"i,„
For thou hast found that we are seeking '‘,
Ah ! would our midnight lamp could bless
. Us with thine art of happiness !
Ah ! would its care and toil of thought
Could teach what thou hast learn'd untaught j»
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Mr. O'Brien's Chapter of College Romance has again
disappointed us. The present tale is but a different
version of the first. That rather suspicious denizen
of St. Giles's, Terence O'Ruark, has extracted some
capital passages from his diary of the last month.
The reviews of Coleridge's " Table Talk," and An'
ster's " Faust," are both well-written, although
in
many passages our opinions are directly opposed to
those of the Reviewer. This Number is more varied
and generally interesting than the last, and this is all
that is wanted to render the " Dublin University
Magazine " equal to any monthly periodical now
published.