The Sun.
London, England, 1835-10-01 00:00:00

pen, which precede it. In truth, we know few things
so insipid to our taste as the much• talked-of verses of
L. E. L. Her prose is to us a thousand times more
beautiful than her verse, and both would be much more
acceptable than they are, if the writer indulged less ins
querulous complaints, to which she can have no cause
to give utterance. The " Little Pedlington Journal"
is absolutely worth nothing this month. Every thing in
it and about it is tame and common-place. The " Trip
over London" is by no means equal to what the idea had
led us to expect. Its perusal sadly disappointed us. The
" New Series of Popular Fallacies" opens well. Con-
tinued in the same spirit, it will be exceedingly inte-
resting. We are, however, for the old adages, which,
after all, bid defiance to refutation. Those who con-
trovert them make one mistake—no trifling one either
—they mistake the exceptions for the rule. This
makes all the difference. " Samuel Taylor Coleridge's
Letters from Germany" are splendid productions, but we
have not space left to say more than that we were de-
lighted with their perusal, as will the public. Mrs•
Hall's " Old Granny," a sketch on Irish Highways,"
displays great dramatic power. The "Notices for the
Month" are written with much care. Altogether, this
is the best Number of the Nezv Monthly that has ar
peared for twelve months past.

BLACKWOOD'S MAGAZINE. •
How is it that we have had no " Noctfes" for se
many months past ? Has the Shepherd ',gad a‘: call's
since he published his last volume of s'...rmons ? gas
Mrs. Gentle become Mrs. North, ar.id persuaded her
husband to cut the Ambrosian re-vels ? Whatever be
the cause, we cannot but regret the omission, for such
table-talk as the " Noctes" used to supply us with'
especially when Christop.kier was in a metaphysical Or
descriptive vein, and Tickler was satirically disposed
towards James and. his crotchetts, was worth a whole
cart-load of formal, poems, tales, or essays. The Pre"
sent Number needed but one of these admirable papers
to render it, all that it should be ; though we could have
dispensed with the hacknicd, long-winded diatribe on
the E;.ench Revolution—will the Tories never have
clout., with this tritest of all trite themes ?____embodied io
au. article entitled " Pitt." In this notable prodne"
tion, which bears in every page traces of a parsonic
pen, the writer says, " Brissot, a name that stands
prominent in the midst of villainy of every size, strug:i
filing for distinction, was a Jacobin." A more wilful
deliberate falsehood than this was never yet nacre('
So far from being a Jacobin, Brissot was always eV;
posed to the Jacobins, and it was his opposition to 01
faction that brought him to the scaffold. In a seas°
of h:ladlong impulse, he was one of those Girondists
who strove, against his own interests, to control the
passions of the multitude ; but wanting decision,
occupying himself with vague theories of human Per
fectibility; when he should have been lookinq solely t°
practice, he was overthrown by the more 'worldly, 111 v
principled, and energetic Jacobins. The rest of tl,'e
Article is precisely in this reckless, disingenuous style,
and can only make an impression on those who are til;
acquainted with the origin. and progress of the French
Revolution. It is but j 2,1 however, to state, that 111
stice, owever,
parts it is written. with much fervor of manner'
though the eloq!..,ence throughout is of too ambitious
a character, and full of broken, kaleidoscope'hke
imagery. " Hints to Authors" is a lively
quiz on, the prevalent taste for sentimental and fr
shionable novels. In the " Altonfords" we think we
trace the pen of O'Doherty. " Matthew Clear, O
Iltan who saw his Way," displays much caustic lnnur
o
and knowledge of the world. The writer is one w. s
can see into the springs of human action ; but he has
at times a stern, unsocial manner about bin'', that
reminds us unpleasantly of Swift. " The Sketnhe,
r
contains, as usual, some good descriptions, and an ad'
mirable, but brief, criticism on Claude and Salvater
e
Rosa. But the best article in the Number is tb
translation of the " Clouds of Aristophanes," which
conveys a vivid idea of the easy, familiar humour, 'l,
1a
sly sarcasm, of the original. Of the merits, or rather
demerits, of the " Late Crisis and Session of parlia-
ment," we have already spoken ; it is full of assuiliP:
tions and wanton misrepresentations. We conclude
with a pleasing sonnet, addressed to the Princess
Victoria ;

TO THE PRINCESS VICTORIA, ON SEEING lIER IN YORK CAlll$.

ORAL, DURING THE PERFORMANCE OF TILE WaSSIAIL
" Sweet Princess ! as I gaze upon thee now,
In the bright sunshine of thy youthful grace,
And in thy soft blue eyes, and tranquil :mow,
Would seek resemblance to thy lofty race,
I think how soon the whelming tares of state
May crush thy free young spir;A with their weight,
And change the guileless beauty of thy face;
Nor leave of that sweet happy smile one trace :
Then earnestly I pray That thou mayst be
Through all thy life beloved, good, and great ;_
And when from thy calm home, by Heaven's decree,
Thou art called to rule a mighty nation's fate,
Mayst thou throughout thy reign be just and wise,
And win at last a crown immortal in the skies."

MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
We would willingly say a word in favour of tb.itg
venerable Periodical ; but on looking carefully into
find that praise, at least warm praise, is out of
r
question. The best we can say of the present Numb
ed
is, that it is not offensive, or atrogant in its literary ali
political tone. As for its verse, it is sad trash---°n or
poem in particular, on " War," wherein the outhve
apostrophizes " The Bard of Spania"—we suPP°ll.
he means Spain—is worthy only of the Christmas WI e
man. The " Colton Papers" descriptive of tel,
French Revolution of 1830, is worth all the etrihit
articles put together. It is really a stirring, bort."'
production.

MONTHLY REPOSITORY.
This Number is of more than ordinary value,', °"°f
f
for the insight it gives us into the mind and feelings
:is
Hazlitt in early youth, long before he had rendered
se
name " famous," by his critical perspicuity, and th°bi,
metaphysical essays which are to be found i"
" Table Talk" and his 'C Plain Dealer." We hey
learn, for the first time, that Hazlitt passed his o'l
at
hood in America and his youth in Paris, studYilho
the Louvre the paintings of the old masters.
of
Memoirs of him, by the author of the " ExPositi°:al,
the Medium," is written with considerable Tier
ing and eloquence. The remaining articles are rwiteb
better nor worse than the generality of those will
have appeared in the Monthly Repository.

COURT MAGAZINE.
The embellishment of the present Number is cl 5 '
portrait of Lady Hamner, which has been engrave
by Cochran, in a very superior style. The literary
contents are more various and interesting than they
have been for months past, more
Pattnore's " Personal recollection' -the late Charles
s of ola
Matthews," which abound '
Its anecdote, and fr
a
celebrate which we quote a cle•-.,er sketch of the
dwarf, Count Boural.-owsky':—
"It was at once liarticulatly Mr'
A 1 inbtful
sight I ever 3...'ne most curious and the most un--o.vs,s;
witn'ssed, to see him domesticated at Mathe"cbn°
lwhieh lie almost always was for several weeks together, %•bel-
.le paid his annual visit to London. lie used to go gamor a
mg about the house and grounds, like a pretty lap-dog or
playful child, happy as a bird, and, like- the birds, for ever
playful
t!tt.et mg, i
his happiness in song ; yet if he had to meet a straimgac_:
doing so with the tone and manners of a
and without the slightest evidence of. a conpsecriottnegsel.nttihcatob:°,
iwn,a!in any degree different from the rest of the world.
i„,,,
fact, was there anything about him to create even a strai e._,
much less
like an unpleasant feeling in the minds of others. Ith",:o
looking at an exquisite object of virtu, or one 0f tshi-
miracles of luechanism of which we read as having t' ben
loc.
bitVA 4l4roughout Europe about the middle of the last cent
oir.
tAn. was perfectly straight, upright, well-formed, and Pllcelf
tioned, yet when standing on the ground his chin could sca no
have rested on a dining-table of the ordinary height' atio
what he particularly piqued himself on was the aristocr _s,
smallness of his bands cud feet. His shoe—and he always g