The Sun.
London, England, 1835-01-02 00:00:00

SPORTING INTELLIGENCE.

TTTE' S.
Ire4"l-Y thin attendance RSALL
, and no business done on either of the
Gant vents. A bet of 100 even, p.p., was made between Captain
forcp.,s Operato, for the Monday's Riddlesworth, agst. Mr. Wre-
Free Will, for its namesake of Tuesday.
will .theY
The . ST. LEGER.
that notninations close this day. Bets were offered yesterday
Will be nearer 60 than 70. The impression is that they
toward'ea'a about 65 only, a diminution to be attributed to the " un-
event" which distinguished the last race.

BETTING IN THE COUNTRY.
CHESTER TRADE CUP, ENTERED OR NOT.
7to 1 agst Lord Westminster's Abbas Mirza 7to agst Birdlime
6 to lagst lntriguer
8 1 agst Billinge
to 2 agst Lord Westminster's two

the; :: RTRAITS. Mr. 14azlitt has said somewhere, of
thatportrait of a beautiful female with a noble countenance,
I seems as it an unhandsome action would be impossible
tti!iits presence. It is not so much fer restraint's sake, as for
thetsake of diffusiveness of heart, or the going out of ourselves,
ta wo would recommend pictures ; but, among other advan-
ongeo.s, this, also, of reminding us of duties, would doubtless be
, and, if reminded with charity, the effect, though perhaps
5r015,11 in most instances, would still be something. We have
read of a Catholic money-lender, who, when he was going to
fauveoa_t_a cust.omer, always- drew a veil over the portrait of his
tiai u,rite Saint. Here was a favourite vice, far more influen-
bee:inion ey-
the than the favourite Saint ; and yet we are of opinion, that
lender was better for the Saint than he would have
without bim. It left him faith in something ; he was
nollaet er for it in the intervals ; he would have treated his
;.ghter better for it, or his servant, or his dog. There was
4711dt of heay.en in his room—however he may have shut the
.7 "r against it, when heaven was not to look on.--London 1
- °urnal,

EMMN!

MAGAZINES CONTINUED.

THE METROPOLITAN.
Saunders and Otlq, Conduit-street.

Captain Marryatt, as usual, is the main-stay of this
publication. There is nothing in the present number
superior, or even equal to, his " Japhet in search of a
Father." It is written hastily, and, in parts, bears
evidence of no slight negligence, but nevertheless is
amusing throughout. In all the Gallant Captain's
works there are marks of haste and slovenliness. He
shows no dearth of invention, no incapacity to deal
with character ; but he is too easily satisfied ; he takes
what first comes to hand, and does not trouble himself
to dig for materials, or sift or digest what he purposes
to make use of. This Wit the way to acquire endur-
ing reputati.on. In literary fame, as in every thing
else, a InAli who desires to• live, must work hard for
his living. " The PElStid of Mally Tido," here shows
hiiffielf the Pasha of one too many. The present
sample is wearisome from its length, and the absence
of stirring incident. " The . Story of a .Chimney-
sweeper" aii affeciing narrative, and penned with the
laudable desire of exciting an interest in favour of
these " dim blacknesses," as the late Charles Lamb—
alas, that we should have to say the " late I"
quaintly calls them, in his initnitable essays of Elia.
" The Paramount Duties of Mankind" is a 6oinpli-
cated and comprehensive theme, summarily disposed of
in the brief space of four pages., " The Life of a
Sub-Editor" is clever, and drawn from experience.

TAIT' S EDINBUI7GIB MA Z !NE.
Simphin and Marsha

This is one of Tait's best numbers, though not
among the liveliest we have met with. The article on
Coleridge, by the author of the English Opium-
Eater, is too laboured—at least the whole of the dis-
quisition on parties might have been advantageously
omitted. Where is the great wrong in admitting that
Coleridge was a Tory ? Why sweat and toil, and
toil and sweat again, to prove that Tories may be
Whigs, and Whigs Tories, and Radicals both, with-
out knowing that they are so. The author evidently does
not understand these matters half so well as he
thinks he does, and have got out of his depth, plunges
deeper and deeper in error at every new dive he makes.
Net So the writer of the brief, but excellent, article on
the New Cabinet. He is quite at home flaying the
Tories. " Who are the Agitators now ?" asks the
writer, in a tone of bitter irony ; and then follows a
string of questions, which the Conservatives will not
be the first to answer, though they involve matter for
the serious reflection of every Statesman in the United
Kingdom. The " Beggars Wallet" contains some
valuable gatherings ; and the " Review of Inglis's
Travels in Ireland," everything that we could wish it.
On the whole, the present Number is doubly as valua-
ble as the last,

DUBLIN UNIVERSITY REVIEW.
Longman and Co., Paternoster-row.

A periodical which ought to succeed, if only from
the great pains that have been taken with it, and the
taste and judgment shown in the selection of its ar-
ticles. The present is the first number, and is sup-
ported " exclusively," says the advertisement, " by the
writings of the members of Trinity College, Dublin."
One of its main recommendations is, that " it is per-
fectly unconnected with, and distinct from, politics." It
is a most promising number, containing much of the
freshness and enthusiasm of young genius. It has also
the merit of appealing, not to a class, but to the public
at large.

THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.
Simpkin and Marshal, Stationer's Court.
Right glad are we to find this very talented periodi-
cal beginning to eschew the spirit of political partisan-
ship, which hitherto cast a dark, deadly shade over its
otherwise excellent pages. Ireland wants a mediator
in her literature, and her really great men ought to
make it their study to amalgamate the people, instead
of placing themselves at the head of factions, and for
the sake of paltry gain and party popularity, rending
asunder the very bowels of their common country.
Ireland possesses an abundance of talent of the very
highest order, which requires nothing but a proper di-
rection to heal all the dissensions which arc daily
entailing misery, and want, and crime on her
infatuated inhabitants, Let the " Dublin University
Magazine,"
abir ;;Lich is certainly conducted with great
, and must be potent for either good
or evil, throw aside the vinegar, and dip the sponge
in oil and wine, with which it bathes the wounds of
unhappy Ireland. Let it identify itself more with the
country, and think less of the power which its party
derives from a connection with the Ultra-Tories in
England, Anthony Poplar is a gentleman whose
talents, if rightly employed, may do a great deal of
good for Ireland ; and he must know as well as we
do, that the best means of effecting any good for
Paddy is to cotu him occasionally ; for in truth Fal-
staff was not more chary of his reasons on compulsion,
than an Irishman of good deeds, even to benefit
himself.
The best articles in the pitsent Number are " Me-
moirs of the late Sir Chippin Ponage, Bart.," and
‘, American Poetry." The former is a most humour-
ous production, with a sprinkling of the keenest satire.
Such articles were never more wanted than At the pre-
sent moment ; and glad shall we be to find a conti-
nuance of them in the same style of exquisite quaint-
ness and caricature. The Review of Inglis' Travels
in Ireland breathes too much party spirit ; and is,
moreover, a very distorted view of the excellent work
which it assumes to criticise. Mr. Inglis did not go
to Ireland to write the lives of tithe martyrs, or saints
of any creed ; but to place before the British public a
correct view of the condition of the people—and he
did so in a way which does him great credit.
Neither has he spoken more harshly of Irish land-
lords than they deserve—indeed, for that matter, we
could ourselves add a supplement to his volumes,
from personal observation, which would surprise An-
thony Poplar himself. The " Captive of Killeshin"
does not please us. The date of the tale is too remote,
and the hero is but a poor sample of human nature.
Had he been hanged for the renunciation of his alle-
giance to his Sovereign, for no better excuse than the
writer alleges, he would have only met with the jus
reward of his treachery.

THE MONTHLY REPOSITORY,
Edited by W. J. Fox.
Fox, Paternoster-row.
The January number of this standard periodical
opens with a spirited article on the " True Spirit of
of Reform," which we have perused with much plea-
sure. The " Nutcracker "is indeed a tale for great
and small children, and' a very clever one besides.
" Quaker Women," by Mrs. Leman Grimstone, is
written after the usual style, and on the wonted topics
which the public is aware form the only waking medi-
tations and sleeping visions of that very eccentric lady
—the equality of the sexes. Mrs. Grimstone has a
hard task to perform ; a labour much greater than that
imposed upon Sisyphus, and with about the same re-
sults. Just as she is upon the point of convincing the
universe that petticoats are the most graceful orna-
ments for the bench, at the bar, in the pulpit, and in the
Senate—that judges of lace are the only sound judges
of jurisprudence, theology, and the science of politics,
the heedless world is attracted by sonic boys playing at
chuck farthing, and before the game is over forgets