The Sun.
London, England, 1850-05-07 00:00:00

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clueing the Two Bailiffs as his Partin `. #,,Vilrich3 to ~4,g4-, t
Miss Richland." The bailiffs, eve4:l4,* bOhttl3o:34. 4
and stockings, their cravats and obeisliia*ft,A464444r.'4 ~,..s,
a.atiyely ridiculous ; and Sancho, iiillia" ruddri, :,,
tawny, sleek, chubby, bristling obesity is the very.:
embodiment of the Sancho of Cervantes. Danby N 41,182.0
a most exquisite landscape of (573) " Spring,' sombre
overmuch, perhaps, in the depth of its shadows, but
deliciously beautiful and vernal in the tinting of the
sun. flecks on the cone like blossoms cf the chestnut
and in the sprinking flowers, cropped from the grass
and flung to a contending group of cupids by a
wood nymph elevated on the shoulders of her com-
panions. Martin's sublime picture of (411) " The
Last Man," although marred by the habitual coarse-
ness of his execution, is a work not unworthy of his
splendid and poetic imagination. Roberts is still
rich in :his delineations of: architecture ; Stan-
field soars for once higher than his ordinary
representations of landscape, attempting, though
somewhat unsuccesifully, the illustration of Siaak-
spere ; Sidney Cooper vies more than ever in his
lovely cattle pieces with the works even of Cuyp and
Paul Potter ; but to these and to several of the other
distinguished competitors for popularity in the ex-
hibition we must refer especially on another and more
convenient occasion.

MAGAZINES, &c.—(CONTINUED).

ST. JAMES'S.

The interesting biography of Captain John Smith,
the original planter ot the colonies of Virginia and
New England, is concluded in this number of the
St. James's. "Autumn Walks to Historic Sites"
takes us to Cintra, and pleasantly does our pedestrian
discourse on the scenery and legends of that Portu
guese Eden. -Under the title of " A Court Favourite"
we have a vindication of the character of Piers Gaveston
from the misrepresentations of the feudal and monkish
historians. The fact Gaveston was a man of taste,
of refinement, a scholar, a lover of art, and, for the
age in which he lived, a philosophic and a scientific
man, qualifications sufficient then, as now, to make
him at once feared, hated, and envied, by a coarse
and unrefined territorial aristocracy. The " Singular
Trial" for the month is that of Mrs. Macleod for a
forgery on the Duchess of Gordon ; and " What I
saw in London" is a running commentary on the va •
rious exhibitions of the month, and will no doubt
form from henceforth a standing title amongst the
papers of the St. James's.

ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL.
Undaunted and unaffected by the number- of rivals,
some of them, moreover, formidable ones, in the way
of cheap weekly periodicals, the editress and originator
of this popular publication has carried her journal on
triumphantly to the conclusion of the second volume.
And with a continuance of the same ability
which has been already displayed in the
conduct of this charming miscellany, we doubt
not but that Eliza Cook will contribute thus
substantially, for years to come, to the bookshelves
of her countrymen. One consideration alone ought
of itself to animate her to the continuance of her pre-
sent efforts, at the same time that it affords her the
highest degree of satisfaction in the contemplation of
her past exertions—and that is the reflection that,
while aiding in the intellectual amusement of the
people, she has also added largely to the
materials for their wholesome instruction. Her
merit in this respect, and the merit
of her journal as one of the many means now exists
ing for the removal of the curse of popular ignorance-
have very recently been acknowledged in the House,
of Commons, by a representative who not unde-
servedly coupled the name of Eliza Cook in this re-
gard with the honoured names of those true friends
of the people, the distinguished publishers, Charles
Knight and the Chamberses. Under any cir-
cum.tances, the press might have augured with
confidence the success of such a periodical
as the present, undertaken under such auspices as that
of our popular poetess ; but especially are we justified
in predicting the continued prosperity of Eliza Cook's
Journal, seeing that it has successfully completed a
second volume in the midst of a large and energetic
competition. Among the more noticeable contributions
to the twelfth part now before us are the concluding
chapters of " Lucy Dean " from the hand of the in-
dustrious " Silverpen." In proof that the editress
herself is stifles felicitous as ever in her poetical effu-
sions ; we transcribe the following admirable and
energetic stanzas, esititled,

THE GALLOPING STEED,
There's a courser we ne'er have been able to rein—
Ile careers o'er the mountain, he travels the main—
He's Eternity's Arab—he trieth his pace
With the worlds in their orbits, and winneth the race.
Oh! a charger of mettle I warrant is he,
That will ye eary his riders whoe'er they may be,
And wo al of us mount, and he bears us along
Without hearing our check-word or feeling our thong;
No will dues he heed, and no rest does ho need,
Oh! a brave Iron Grey is this galloping steed.

On, on, and for ever, for ever, he goes—
Where his halting place is—not the wisest one knows;
He waits not to drink at the Joy-rippled rill,
lie lags not to breathe up the Pain•furrowed hill.
Right pleasant forsooth is our place on his back,
When he bounds in the sun on Life's flowery track,
When his musical hoofs press the green moss of Hope;
And ho tramples the pansy on Love's fairy slope,
Oh, the journeying then is right pleasant indeed,
As we laugh in our strength on this galloping steed.
But slack and alas! he is soon off the grass,
With dark stony defiles and dry deserts to pass,
And his step is so hard and he raises such dust,
That full many are groaning, yet ride him they must.
On, on, through the gloomy morass of Despair—
Through the thorns of Remorse and the yew•trees of
Care;
Our limbs and our forehead are sore to the quick,
But still we must ride him, bruised, weary, and sick;
Gentle hearts may be shaken and stirred till they bleed
But on they must go with this galloping steed.
In the stone-hurdled churchyard he maketh no stop,
But the boldest perchance of his riders will drop,
They may cling to him closely, bat cannot hold fast
When he leaps o'er the grave-trench that Death openod
last.
Betrapped and bedecked with his velvet and plumes,
A grand circle he runs in the show-place of tombs;
He carries a King—but he torneth the crypt,
And the Monarch that strode him so gaily bath slipped,
Yet, ou goes the barb ut the top of his speed,
What's the fall of such things to this galloping steed?
Right over the pyramid walls does he bound,
In the Babylon deserts his hoof prints are found,
He snorts in his pride—and the temples of light
Wear a shadowy mist like the coming of night.
On, on, and for ever, he turns not aside,
Ile rt cks not the road, be it narrow or wide;

In the paths of the city he makath no stay,
Over Marathon's Plain he is stretching away.

Oh! show mo a pedigree, find mo a speed, -
That shall rival the lame of this galloping steed.
lie bath traversed the Past, through tho Prosent he flies,
With the Future before him right onward he hies;
Ile skims the broad waters, he treads the dark woods,
On, on, and for ever, through farests and floods.
Full many among us are riding him now—
All tired and gasping with sweat on our brow.
We rosy suffer and writhe, but 'tis everin vain,
So let's sit on him bravely and scorn to complain;
For we know there's a goal and a glorious weed,
For the riders of Time—that old galloping steed.
Upon this quotation alone, we might with confi-
dence rest assurregdtehraatl ouracceptation.
tin. B
epatpaprooval ofutthoethjeorurna
would meet with en
tes-
timonies of the correctness of our judgment have long
since become familiar with the people, and have
secured for Eliza Cook's Journal a popularity that
cannot speedily be dissipated.

COLONIAL MAGAZINE.
An elaborate article on "The Slave Trade;" three
on Indian affairs, of which that "On the Police of
India" is especially worthy of attention ; and a review
of Mr. Sirr's popular work, " Ceylon and the Clogs-
lese," form the principAl contents of the number for
the present month, which is fully equal in interest
and valuable information to any of its predecessors.