The Sun.
London, England, 1835-08-03 00:00:00

THE MAGAZINES-CONTINUED

BLACKWOOD. MA GA Z LYE.
Cadell, Strand.

There is an article in thiS Number, entitled " An-
glimania," which, we have no doubt, will be the
means of sending as' many susceptible youngsters to
the river's or the lake's side, with rod in hand and
fish-basket—never destined, alas ! to be filled—slung
across the shoulder, as even old Isaac Walton him-
self. It is in Christopher's freshest and liveliest man-
ner—gossiping, sportsmanlike, and as thickly studded
with poetic imagery, as a clear frost/ night with stars.
One passage in particular, descriptive of a dark soli-
tary old moor, which was constantly afflicted with a
sort of earthquake cholic, presents so striking a com-
bination of the humourous and the imaginative, that
we hasten to lay it before our readers:—
" But oftener we were alone. Earthquakes abroad are
dreadful occurrences, and blot out the obituary. But here they
are so gentle that the heedless multitude never feel them, and
on hearing you tell of them, they incredulously stare. That
moor made no show of religion, but was a Quaker. We had
but to stand still for five minutes or so, no easy matter then, for
wc were more restless than a wave, or to lie down with our ear
to the ground, and the spirit was sure to move the old Quaker,
aho forthwith began to preach and pray and sing Psalms. How
he moaned at times as if his heart was breaking ! At times, as if
some old forgotten sorrow were recalled, how he sighed I Then
recovering his self-possession, as if to clear his voice, he gave a
hem, and then a short nasty cough like a patient in a consump-
tion. Now all was hush, and you might have supposed he had
fallen asleep, for in that hush you heard what seemed an inter-
mitting snore. When all at once, whew, . whew, whew, as if
he were whistling, accompanied with a strange rushing sound
as of diving wings. That was in the air, but instantly after
you heard something odder still in the bog. And while won-
dering, and of your wonder finding no end, the ground, which
a moment before had felt firm as a road, began to shrink, and
sink, and hesitate, and hurry, and crumble, and mumble all
around you, and close up to your very feet—the quagmires
gurgling as if choked—and a subterranean voice distinctly arti-
culating Oh ! Oh I Oh !"

' The notice sf « Aliscn's History of the 'Revolu-
tion," is an alarm rung in the ears of the High-Tories
by a Croly trumpet. England, the Doctor is anxious
to impress on their minds, is 4rifting fast towards the
quicksands of democracy,. just' as was the case with
France in 1789, and unless they bestir themselves, and
'oppose a stern front to the encroaching spirit of the
age, they will to a certainty be overwhelmed by it.
The article is well enough in manner, but in matter is
sophistical and intemperate. " Clare's Rural Muse,"
is a good-natured notice of the Northamptonshire Pea-
sant's last published volume. The introductory part
of it displays a more than acute poWer of reflection.
" Church Robbery" is sad stuff; and " Foreign Po-
licy" something, but not-much better.

NEW MONTHLY MAGCZINE.
Colburn, Great Marlborough Street.
Lord Byron's name will scarcely ensure popularity
to the lines entitled the " Natural History of Love,"
for they are heavy, pointless, and only redeemed from
utter insignificance by the occasional ingenuity of their
rhymes. From the datas prefixed to them, it is evi-
dent that they were written at nearly as early an age
as the " Hours of Idleness," long before the Muses
had taken full and unqualified possession of his Lord-
ship's mind ; it would be unjust, therefore, to his me-
mory to notice them with any severity. Miss Landon's
criticism on the " Character of Mrs. Hemans's
Writings," makes no pretensions to depth, or novelty
of thought ; it is elegant and superficial, and, what is
not often the case with this writer's prose, somewhat
cold and languid in its style, as if her heart was not
in her subject. The closing observations respecting
the late Mrs. Fletcher,' are the best of it. Poole's
" Residence in Little Pedlington" is a joke fairly
hunted to the death. It is as wearisome as a farce in
five Acts. The author's humour does not flow on in
a deep, condensed, straightforward channel, but wan-
ders abroad over the fields of common-place, and is
lost among its ;lead flats. Thwltanzas to the memory
of " William Cobbett," are from the pen of Mr.
Elliott, and, in energy of thought, and simplicity of
expression, arc worthy both of the writer and his
subject. The " Gipsy of -Sardis" shows a pretty
fair acquaintance with the domestic habits of the East.
The general tone of the narration is lively, something
in Mr. D'lsraeli's manner, with here and there a burst
of feeling that arrests attention by its unexpectedness.
" Life after Death" is another version of a startling
anecdote, which_ we remember to have perused in a
collection of Tales, published about a year since, and
written, if we mistake not, by the son of the manager
of the English Opera House. " The Ladies and the
Parliament" is pleasantly, and, towards the close, ele-
gantly written. The subject is the late debate in the
Commons on Mr. G. Berkeley's proposal for the ad-
mission of ladies into St. Stephen's.

UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL.
Colburn : New Burlington- street.
This periodical improves rapidly. The Editor's
portfolio alone contains as much valuable matter as is
to be met with in some of its Monthly Contempora-
ries. The original articles are carefully written, and
all on subjects of the first moment to Military and
Naval officers.

THE MONTHLY REPOSITORY.
Fox, Paternoster-row.
The best article in this Number is the opening pa-
per, addressed by the Editor to the Duke of Welling-
ton. It is entitled a " Warning to the 'Tories," and,
in our humble opinion, deserves the serious attention
of the Carlton Club. It is brief, pithy, and to the
purpose. " A word in the ear of Isaac Tomkins,"
is too confused for a Whisper. It is the bane of
the Liberal party, that it will accept no services
save such as are performed according to a fixed stan-
dard. If men were only half as wise as they pretend
to be, they would quarrel with no perso❑ for adopting
his own means for the accomplishment of any end which
he proposed in common with his fellow citizens.

THE ARCHITECTURAL MAGAZINE.
Longman and Co.

One of Mr. Loudon's well conducted monthly pub.
.cations. To architects it is a work of the greatest

mportance.

THE SPORTING MAGAZINE.
Pitman, Warwick-square.
Two very fair engravings embellish the August
Number of the Sporting Magazine. "Juan's" tenth
-etter from the West is a capital sketch, full of life and
The other papers are not quite so interesting
o the general reader, though by the gentlemen of the
la they will be found highly entertaining..

anct'.

THE GARDENERS' MAGAZINE.
Longman and Co., Paternoster Row.
An excellent work which cannot be too extensively
patronized by agriculturists. It is conducted by Mr.
London, whose name is a synonym for accuracy, and
the nicest regard to the principles of classic taste and
utility. The botanical embellishments are very fairly
executed.

THE ARBORETUM BRITANNICUM ; or
Hardy Trees of Britain.
_Longman and Co.
Twelve beautiful engravings embellish this Number
of a work which may challenge comparison with any
of the same kind published in Europe. It will be
completed in twenty-four monthly issues, of which this
is the eighth. It ►s edited by Mr. Loudon, to whose
energetic labours there appears to be no limit.

DON CARLOS.—An authentic account of the ca-
reer of this Prince, which has been attended with so many v.-
cissitudes and hair-breadth escapes, including interesting par-
ticulars of his enterprising and successful General, Zumala.
carreguy, will be published by Mr. Bentley immediately. It
Is written by an eye-witness of all the events narrated; in fa t,
by the Aide-de-Camp of the Prince himself.