The Sun.
London, England, 1850-12-24 00:00:00

ROW LAWYERS GO TO HEAVEN.

" There is a pleasant stc•ry of a lawyer, who, being
refused entrance into heaven by S. Peter, contrived to
throw his bat iniide the door; and then, being permitted
by the kind saint to go in and fetch it, touts advantage
of the latttes fixture as doorkeeper, to refuse to come
back again."
What a beautiful thought, too, is that on

and in another with the shade of Hampden. Occa-,
sionally in turning over the leaves of the volume we
light upon some delineation, for the accuracy of
iL which we ourselves could personally vouch, seeing
that the localities survive also in our own recollec•
tion. As a testimony of this we would direct espe-
cial attention to the woodcuts adorning Mrs. S. C.
Hall's charming paper upon "Chatterton." The old
muuirnent room has been sketched by Mr.
Fairholt with admirable exactitude—also the
tomb of Canynge—and we might say doubtless
each of the other exquisite embellishments. The
notion of the work, if we remember rightly, has been
already carried out in the " Homes and Haunts"
penned by William Howitt, a delightful and intel-
ligent compilation. In the present volume the most
prowir.ent mistake is, to our thinking, the absence of
alt order in the selection of the shrines to which the
author and artist make their pilgrimage. The sub-
jects, i•ideed, would appear to have been chosen hap-.
baz trd, and hence, %hen collected into a volume,
teem to be rather scrambled than grouped together.
This may he recognised at a glance, when we remark
that Gray is placed cheekeby•jovvl with Sir Thomas
Gresham, John Kyrle Gainsborougb, and 1)r.
Watts with Barry. As far as the display of sympathies
is concerned, it must be confessed that those are eclectic
enough in all conscience, but their eclecticism
amounts, in the end, to something little short
I confusion, contradiction, and bewilderment.
As it. 0., e can so ircely bring ourselves to enter any
exception „hate ver to a book so fascinating in its
idea and its treatment. All faults 'of arrangement are
forgotten in admiration at the skill with which Mrs.
Hall and t\lr. Fairholt have woven together their evi-
dences of homage for departed greatness. These
" wanderings of a pen and pencil" are somewhat
more to the purpose than others adventured upon ra-
ther earlier by
Alfred Crcwquill and his companion,
and in the who?e volume we observe an enthusiasm
and an earnestness such as perforce elicit from us
words of the most cordial commendation.

ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL. No. LXXXVI.

A Christmas numberof thi popular miscellany,
c%ith four capital effusions by Eliza Cock herself, ap-
propriate to the season in their character, is surely
another b:,on from the printing-press in these lounging
times of holiday. Foremost among the charms of the
number are three in4se poems re-issued from the
editor's collected writings, and these three her songs
of "Christmas Holly," and " Christmas Tide," and
"Winter is Here." Added to which we have some
exhilarating verses bight "Home for the Holidays,"
from which we transcribe the following :
" Thablr goodne:.s, we shan't have to study and stammer,
From Eine till ten, over that nasty French Grammar;
Le•ctures and claws, and lessens, are done,

And now we'll have nothing but frolic and fun;
Home for the Holidays, here we go;
But this Fast tiam is really exceedingly slow
We shall ha; e sport when Cf.ristmas comes,
When • snap-dragen' burns our finger and thumbs;
We'll have tilt. Pvlks they tauJt us lAA,
And make the blind fiddler play it fas..;
We'll hang inistletoe over our dear little cousin',
And cull them beneath it: aid kiss them by dozens;
We thAl hive gimes at • Bliad-man's Bull,
And none and laughter, z nil romping enough;
We'd cross; the plum•pudding with bunches of Lay,

And roast Xll the cht,snuts that, c-ncne in our way;
And when Twelith-night fain:, we'll have such a califs,

That as we staild row d it the table khan quAte;
We'll draw • King and Q.ven„ and be hsppy together,
And danca old • Sir ltog..r' with hearts like a teatner;
Home for the here we go;
But this Fast train is really exceedingly slow!"
Prose contributions of a no less appropriate and
seasonable kind ti re comprised in the Christmas num-
ber of Eliza Cook's Journal. First among these let
us mention, " A Christmas Memory." " The Footfall
of Winter,".with its delightful quotations from Spenser
and Chatterton and Southey, will be read with
zest ; as also the brave lines by John Critchley Prince
on Christmas. Besides these, there are also contained
in the number before us a story called " The Blind
IVln's Guide," some "Diamond Dust," and a second
Chap-er of the tale, entiiled af‘er its heroine, "Alice
Vaughan." To all holiday folks of either sex, of old
and young, we commend the portion hsre particu-
larised of Ibis fivouritg