The Sun.
London, England, 1850-01-28 00:00:00

LITERARY CELEBRITY.

" An author ! that magic word ! what thoughts are
therein contained, whet dreams c f daring and of hope
what glimpses cf genius and ef glory I what dazzling
visions cf entrancing bliss 1 what thrilling spells of fee
tere ecstacy, the heavenly vista of a Godlike genius,
the immortal promise of a golden glory—a glory sym-
bolical of eternity, in its infinitude and duration—a
glory emblematical of Heaven in its altitude and de-
light. There is something ravishing in:the thought—there
is something ennobling in the ices, that when rolling
ages shall have swept over our decaying dust, our works
shall still remain, instinct with the beauty of trutb,
bright with the fire of genius. And who that ever
wrote but felt that thrilling thought? And who that
.o'er composed but bailed that bright idea? The hope,
although without the faith, the ideal that may never be
realized. Who the most calm—who the most cold, that
ever penned a line, but owns the magic sway, but bends
to the supreme delight of future fa no ? To be an au-
thor treats to be something higher, nobler than the rest
of all mankind, not better, not more beloved, for all arc.
teicinuyaulsinsa !ion and
onffese(fu,
God
dana eh
and heirs
heiarr the
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of
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future
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must be equal, but for the present, ohildren of genius
hold a higher rank, for are they not entrusted with their
Maker's spirit in a more sublime degree? and are they
nut depositaries of Ills prerogative in a more holy sense?
For think what gifts a-e theirs, cut of whose shining
genius are emitted flames that inspire with vital sparks
inanimate creations, out of whose burning eloquence
are given tongues to fancied forms and airy nothings,'
by whose creative powers are peopled the realms of ima-
gination; by the waving of whose mystic wands thou-
sands move and breathe and have their being. Who has not
closed some volume with regret, as the thought has occured
the opinion suggested itself, that all acquaintance with
its inhabitants has ceased? We Fare formed a sort of
friendship with them, that we fain would foster and cul-
tivate; but in vain, the spell is broken, the enchantment,
passed, the illusion vanished—all is over. Yet, do we
feel a sort of lingering fondness fin: the images, as mir-
rored in the glass of memory. Is it then nothing to be
able to create out of nonentity the beau ideal that may
have been lingering in the mind, and forming in the
fancy of an utter stranger? Is it then nothing to
breathe words that find an echo in creative minds, to
strike chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure in congenial
spirits, attuning with their thrilling melody all kindred
instincte, all exalted sentiments, joining all souls in sym-
pathy, blending all hearts in unison, ennobling the im-
mortal, immortalizing the noble, raising mortals to
heaven, calling angels to earth! And what though it
is sweet to think, t hat what he now is writing shall be
read by future sons and daughters yet unborn,' who
shall inhabit kingdoms
Yet to come, when centuries
shall have swept away; though it is thrilling, exquisite
delight to hail the enraptured vision, to contemplate the
seraphic picture; who does not think that it is yet some
glory bright as incomprehensible, that it is yet some
greatness immaculate, as inconceivable, to be extolled
by beings now existing, to be enshrined in hearts now
beating with the pulse of life; no vulgar praise, no syco-
phantic serenade, synonymous. with ''shallow sophisms,'
no lofty paeans sound his name, but myriad beings who
have read and understood him are his laudatory, his best
acclaimers, his most perfect panegyrists. This is pure
fame, try, glorioushisisreal
in itshonou nerg,
rtehaitsisss.see
truerken own, great in
yes aesmglsPirants, for the laurels of the Nine gln this, allit,and
rolling centuries and passing generations but complete
your triumph; tried in the furnace of truth, tested by
the tombstone of time, lo! it survives till unborn mil-
lions shall, in embryo tongues, declare its immortality."
Here, again, is his impassioned panegyric upon

his agency; LOVE.
" The master passion of tilt human heart now exer-
cisedinfused his impulse; the great sovereign of man's ac-
the ruling sirit of the human race
Cons now seized the added unit to his myriad subjects.
What was the passion? Which the spirit? Who the
sovereign? Love ! Love ! word of wonder, hope and
joy who shall define thy
mystic spell? who shall ex-
plain thy potent influence? it is an object too vast for
human intellect to comprehend, a subject too sublime
for human imagination to descry; and yet upon its per-
fect comprehension there depends the welfare of the
world; within its imagery of glory is comprikel the
happiness of all its denizens. Who then shall deter-
mine the offspring of that spirit, the source of all our
sorrow, the spring of all our joys? who shall expand its
hidden workings, who reveal its covert acts? It is con-
cealed, but it is by a veil of glory; it is enveloped, but it
is by a cloud of rolling splendour. It is shrcuded by
sanctity, enrolled in eternity, a secret of the Most High,
a divine mystery. We aro permitted hero to feel its
sorrow, that hereafter we may deserve to know its bliss;
we sre to endure the anguish of its fading below, that we
may be perfected to rejoice in its immortality above.
Whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are
lovely, are liable to be abused, reviled, and misinter-
preted; even so with Love; sublime and holy spirit, im-
mutable and burning essence, to what debasing influences
would they lower thee, with what defiling images pollute
thee! . _

" Alas, for human nature, ever prone to call good evil,
evil good; that this antepast of heaven; this antetypo of
God; this emanation of eternal mercy; this day-spring
of immortal glory, should be confounded with the
meanest of all worldly passions,and classed with the
lowest of all grovelling instincts ! Much shall have you
to answer for; assumers, if ignorant; sacrilegious, if in-
formed; who dare to sully its fair fame—vvlio deem to
judge its innate purity. It is not any sentiment, how-
ever bright and beaming with vitality, however great
and glorious with light, that we would designate by this
most sacred of denominations, this most sublime
4,f
images. It is the feeling of faith; hope in its highest,
holiest state; charity in its perfected essence; the majesty
of heaven; the humility of earth; a blending power; a
concentrating spirit; tending to better, aspiring to nobler.
This is Love! Love, as we would have it called; Love,
as wo would hero invoke it. V 6 hat are its doings? What
iteattributes? What its essentials? Its doings are ma-
eeace.eyFry heart that beats
beings
jt
oiyn. everysee
ymoiundsoamt peace;
happier than the
rest, more favoured than the common herd; Love is
theirinforming spirit;
.1
ove is their abiding instinct;
Love their tutelary divinity; Love their guardian angel;
its attributes are peace on earth, nook'.-will towards men;
its essentials are, entire sympathy, complete devotion,
perfect trust.
46 Who would believe, that la this spirit, so winOß.

calved, so perverted, and, again, so ridiculed, there is
`contained all this world's happiness or misery, all the
next world's hope c f glory? It is the spirit that in the
esrlier ages of this earth occasioned its redemption; may
we trust that it shall in these latter days complete its
regeneration? Carried to sublimity in heaven, it ef-
fected man's salvation; raised to perfection in leis heart,
it ensures his felicity. It is invested with the qualities
that seem peculiar to the legends of fairies, and the tales
of genii. Is there nothing supernatural in the faculty,
that brings back to silvery age the sunny prospects of a
golden youth; in the influence that smooths the rugged
world of poverty, and adorns the flowery path of riches;
in the power that transf ,rms dust and ashes into life and
lustre, that turns the perishing worms of the earth into
the spirits of glory and the angels of God; calling from
the mouldering homes of corruption, beings instinct crith
beartity; creatures sparkling with light. This is what
Love can do:! Say not it is a lowly feeling and a paltry
sentiment. Is there a holier—a sublimer essence? It is
deified by the'acts of the Divinity; it is hallowed in being
the herald of the Most High; it is sactified in being
the spirit of salvation; it is glorified with the image and
the impress of the Redec:ner; it is stamped with tie
superscription and the sign-manual of Heaven ! Do
you ask its illustrious votaries, and grand apostles?
We give yeu the highest of all examples; the example
a One, Who, although he was rich, yet for our sakes
became poor;' Who left the excess of that happiness, no
mortal can understand, fur the extent of that anguish,
no mortal can irnagint'.'
a"llere, in fine, is the opening of an culogium (too
long for unmutilated transcription) upon that senti-
ment which is truly declared to be most wanting to
the present generation.

JANUARY 28, 1850

time ;" Captain Claret, the lieutenants, two young
lieutenants nick-named Seivagee end Mad Jack, the
former r, counterpart cif " Sporus," the latt(fr a
thorough sailor, who, in :7 moment of danger, did not
hesitate to contradict the captain himself.
These are among the officers celebrated by
White Jacket. The "men," or the "people," as he
calls them, present a yet more interesting variety ;
foremost of these is Jack Chase. Here is his picture :
"First and foremost was Jack Chase, our noble First
Captain of the Top. He was a Briton, and a true-blue;
tall and well-knit, with a clear open eye, a fine broad
brow, and an abounding nut-brown beard. No men
ever had a better heart or a bolder. He was loved by
the seamen, and admired by the officers; and even when
the Capt tin spoke to him, it was with a slight air of re-
spat. Jack was a hack and charming mac.
"No one could be better company in a forecastle or
saloon; no man told such stories, sang such songs, or
with grater alacrity sprang to his duty. Indeed, there
was only one thing mnting about him, and that was a
finger of his left hand, which finger he had lust at the
great battle of Navarino.

"He had a high conceit of his profession as a seaman;
and being deeply versed in all things pertaining to a
man.of-war, was universally regarded as an oracle. The
main-top, over which he presided, was a sort of Delphi,
to which many pilgrims weended, to have their per-
plexiCcs or ditferencc-s settled.

" Thore was such an abounding air of good sense and
good f.eling about the man, that he who could not love
him, would thereby pronounce himself a knave. I
thanked my sweet stars that kind fortune had placed me
near him, though under him, in the frigate; and from
the oats t Jack and I were fast friends.
" Wherever you may be now rolling over the blue
billows, dear Jack! take my best love along with you;
and God bless you, wherever you go!
" Jack was a gentleman. What though his hand was
hard, so was not b:s heart, too often the case with soft
palms. His manners were easy and free; none of the
boisterousness, so common to tars; and be bad a polite,
courteous way e f saluting you, if it were only to borrow
your knife."

On the subject of flogging White Jacket becomes
eloquent with indignation—and no wonder ! Be it
remembered that the writer of these volumes hqs been
himself a common sailor, and, as such, liable to suffer
from the lash—as such, his remarks are entitled to
especial sympathy. A few passages will show the
spirit of the whole, with which, it is unnecessary to
say, we bf!artily and entirely agree :
"According to the present laws and usages of the
Navy, a seaman, for the most trivial alleged offences, of
which he may be entirely innocent, must, without
a trial, undergo a penalty the traces whereof he carries
to the gave; for to a man-ef-war's-man's experienced
eye the marks of a navel scourging with the "cat" are
through life discernible. And with these marks on his
back, this image of his Creator must rise at the Last
Day. Yet so untouchable is true dignity, that there are
cases wherein to be flogged at the gangway is no dis-
honour; though, to abase and hurl down the last pride
of some sailor rho has piqued him, be sometimes the
secret motive, with some malicious officer, in procuring
him to be condemned to the lash. But this feeling of
the innate dignity remaining untouched, though out-
wardly the body be scarred for the whole term of the
natural life, is one of the bushed things, buried among
the holiest privacies of the soul ; a thing between
a man's God and himself; and for ever undiseeriaible by
cur fellow-men, who account that a degradation whicn
seems so to the corporal eye. But what torments must
thA seaman undergo, wha, while his bask bleeds at the
gangway, bleeds agonized drops of shame from his soul!
Are we rot justified in immeasurably denouncing this
thing? Juiu hands with me, then; and in the name of
that Being, in whose image the flogged sailor is merle,
let us demand of Legislator;, by whet right they there
profane what God himself accounts sacred.
" Is it lawful fir you to scourge a man that is a Re-
man? asks the intrepid Apostle, well knowing, as a
Roman citizen, that it was nor. And now, eighteen
hundred years after, is it lawful for you, my countrymen,
to scourge a man that is an American—to scourge him
round the world in your frigates?
" It is to no purpose that you apologetically appeal to
the general depravity of the man-of-war's-wan. Depra-
vity in the oppressed is co apology for the oppressor;
but rather an additioral stigma to him, as Leing, in a
large degree, the effxt, and not the cause and justifica-
tion of oppressicr.

" Or will you ray Oat a navy officer is a min, but that
an American-born citizen, whose grandsire may have
ennobled him by pouring out his blood at Bunker-bili—
will you say that, by entering the service of his coun-
try as a common sean al, and standing ready to fight
her foes, he thereby loses his manhood at the very time
he most asserts i.? Will you say that, by so doing,
he degrades himself to tLe liability of the scourge, but
if he tarries ashore in the time of danger, he is sof,'
from that indignity? All cur linked states, all font
cot tinents cf mankind, unite in deocuncing such a
thought.

" We plant the question, then, on the topmost rrga-
melt cf all. Irresrective of incidental considerations,
we assert that flogging in the navy is opposed to the es-
sential (Egli ty of man, which no legislator bris a right to
violate; that it is oppressive, and glaringly unequal in
its operations; that it is utterly repugnant to the rpirit
of our democratic inst;t miens; indeed, that it involves a

lingering trait of the worst times of a barbarous feudal
aristocracy; in a word, we denounce it es religiously,
morally, and immutably wrong.
" No matter, then, what may be the consequences of
its abolition; no matter if we have to dismantle our
fleets, and our unpra-cted commerce should fall a pray
to the spoiler, the azfol admonitions cf justice and hu-
manity demand that abolition without procrastination;
in a voice that is nut to be mistaken, demand that abo-
'Won to-day. It is not a dollar-and-cent question of
exteliency; it is a matter f right and wrong. And if
any man can liy his li,nd on his heart, and solemnly
'ay that this scourging is tight, let that man but once
feel the lash on his own back, and in his agony you will
Le:tr the apostate call the seventh heavens to witness that
it is wruiiy. And, in the name cf immortal manhood,
would to God that every man who upholds this thing
were ^courkel at the gangsay he recanted!"
After remarking that Lord Nelson was, in point of
policy, averse to flogging, and that Collingwood, pro-
verbial for his maintenance of discipline, rarely, if
ever, had recourse to it, Herman Melville calls upon
his countrymen no longer to fellow the example of
England in the following magnificent exordium, some
passages of which are eminently truthful, and some
are inflated with a little Yankee vanity :
" In tl.ings of this kind England should be nothing to
us, except un example to to shunned. Nor should wise
legislators wholly govern themselves by precedents, and
conclude that, since scourging has so long prevailed,
some vit tue must reside in it. Not se. The world has
arrived at a period which renders it the part of Wisdom
to pay homage to the prospective precedents of the Fu-
ture, in preference to those of the Past. The Past is
dead, and has no resurrection; but the Future is endowed
with such a life, that it lives to us even in anticipation.
The Past is, in many things, the fee of mankind; the
Future is, in all things, cur friend. In the Past is no
hope; the Future is both hope and fruition. The Past
is the text-book of tyrants; the Future the Bible of the
Free. Those who are solely governed by the Past
stand like Lot's wife, crystallizol in the act of looking
backwards, and fur ever incapable of looking before.
" Let us learn the Past, then, to dictate laws to im-
movable China; let us abandon it to the Chinese Legiti-
mists of Eurape. But for us, we will have another cap-
tain to rule over us—that captain who ever marches
at the head of his troop, and beckons them forward, not
lingering in the rear, and impeding their march with
lumbering baggage waggons of old precedents. This is
the Past.

" But in many things we Americans aro driven to a
rejection of the maxims of the Pa-t, seeing that, ere
long, the van of the nations must, of right, belong to
ourselves. There are occasions when it is for America
to make precedent, and not to obey them. We should,
if possible, prove a teacher to posterity, insteal of be-
ing the pupil of bygone generation'. More shall come
after us than have gone before; the world is not yet
middis-aged.
" Escaped from the house c f bondage, Israel of old did
not follow after the ways of the Egyptians. To her was
given an express dipensation; to her were given new
things under the sun. And we Americans are the pe-
culiar, chosen people—the Israel of our time; wo bear
the ark of the liberties of the world. Seventy years ago
we escaped from thrall; and, besides our first bit thright
—embracing one continent of r arth—God has given to
as, for a future inheritance, the broad domains of the
political paeans, that shall yet come and lie down under
the shade of our ark, without bloody hands being lifted.
God has predestinated, mankind expects, great things
from our race; and great things we feel in our souls.
We are the pioneers of the world; the advance guard,
sent on through the wilderness of untried thingF, to break
a new path in the New World that is ours. In our
youth is our strength; in our inexperience our wisdom.
At a period when other Lotions have but lisped, our
deep voice is heard afar. Long enough have we been
sceptics with regard to ourselves, and doubted whether,
indeed, the political Messiah had come. But he has
come in us, if we would but give utterance to his prompt-
ings. And let us always remember, that with our-
selves—almost for the first time in the history of earth
—national selfishness is unbounded philanthropy; for
we cannot do a good to Americo, but we give alms to the
world."

An enumeration of the heads of some of the chap-
ters will give a fair idea of the miscellaneous nature
of White-Jacket's revelations Among
the
headedcontents.
p
of the second volume are chapters
ters
thus
'Purser, Purser's Steward, and Postmester in a
I\,`
lan-uf-War —Rumours of a War, and how they
were received by the population of the Newersink.—
The ' people' are given liberty.—Midshipmen enter-
ing the navy early.—A shore emperor on board a
inan•of-war.—A quarter-deck officer before the mast.
—A man-of-war button divides two brothers.—A
man-of-war's man shot at.—A man-of-war race.—
Fever in a man-of-war.—White-Jacket arraigned at
the mast.—Tbe maintop at night. —The last stitch.—
How they bury a man-of-war's man at sea.—The
great massacre of the beards.—The rebels brought to
the mast," &c., &c. Varied as are the pictures which
Herman Melville here presents to us, the same natural
delineation of a master-hand is visible in them all ;
and few who have followed its momentous career
will arrive without regret at the chapter which re-
cords " the end of the Jacket."

COUNTRY QUARTERS. By the Countess of
of Blessing ton. 3 l'a/s.
Prefixed to this novel is a biography of its gifted
and lamented authoress, from the pen of her niece,
Miss rower. This narrative of LAdy Blessington's

chequered career will, without doubt, be perused with
very general interest. her early years were appa-
rently characterised chiefly by their sorrows. Not
beautiful or attractive in childhood, although so pe-
culiarly charming in after life, the quiet, sensitive girl
was subjected to continual annoyance, and be-
fore she attained the age of fifteen was com-
pelled by her parents into a marriage with
Captain Farmer, the object of her especial dread
and dislike. AfLer the death of her first
husband, and her marriage with Lord Blessington,
a change come over the split of her dream.
Wealth, pleasure, and admiration surrounded the
fascinating Lady Blessington. In addition to this
interesting memoir, " Country Quarters" is embel-
lished with a portrait of its authores.. It is hardly
necessary to criticise or commend a work which, on
account of the peculiar circumstances under which it
makesits appearance, will be sure of a wide circula-
tion among novel readers. " Country Quarters" is
without doubt a very delightful work abounding
with adventures, brilliant sketches, and lively ca-
ricatures. The style is graceful and easy, and the
heroes and heroines numerous. The number of the
dramatis persona to a certain extent diminishes the
interest of the work by diffusing it in many di-
rections. We are not particularly enthralled by the
story of any one pair of lovers, that of the hero and
heroine, par excellence, being of a very insipid
character. But in default of this attraction each
individual group ii sketched off in a masterly, if
somewhat exaggerated, style. We have one story
of a wild Irish girl, who marries a simpleton for his
money, and then, her heart touched by the kind
welcome of his parents, she endeavours with wonder-
ful success to reform her hushentl, and so proves a
blessing to the family. Again we read of two
sisters who, after an anxioes search, suc-
ceeded in obtaining rich husbands. The one
finds the life of a wife to be almost worse than slavery,
and the other very rarely catches a glimpse. of her
unsociable husband. Numerous little histories of a
similar character, for the most part teaching some
practical lesson, fill up the pages of " Country
Quarters." Here end there are some beautifully
pathetic touches, and in other places, as in the cha-
racter of the unnatural Lady Mordant, are specimens
of very useless exeggeration. On the whole, how-
ever, " Country Quarters" abounds in matter of
amusement, if deficient in subjects of vary intense
interest. It is a hook likely to wile away an idle
hour, or make a dull evening pass pleasantly. Its
sketches of men and manners are in the main truthful,
and in consequence may be studied with benefit.

THE SEA-SPIRIT AND OTHER P0.E.2115.
By Mrs. Stephen Lushington.
Many of the poems contained in this volume have
already appeared in the pages of Fraser's Magazine,
but their re-publication in this collected form will be
welcome to all who are acquainted with their grace-
ful and harmonious character. One of the most
beautiful pieces in this volume is entitled " The Poet's
Life," beginning
" The poet's loveliest thoughts can ne'er be told."
The concluding stanzas gracefully illustrate the pecu-
liarities of the inward life of the true poet by a very
felicitous simile :

His secret life is like an Indian isle,
Where stately trees and fairest blossoms grow,
Where days and nights of cloudless beauty smile,
And scented winds tyro' long, green pathways blow;
Gay woods are there whose verdure doth not fade,
And fountains cf delight sing softly in the shade.

And there he dwells, end there the midnight stars
Look down on him I,ko friends; there seldom sound
The moan of care, the din of worldly wars.
In spells of peace and love that isle is bound;
The very waves that kiss its happy shore
Seem hushed; as if the storm could never wake them more.

And yet the unresting as of outwsrd l'f.,
Whose treech'rous waters seemed for ever hushed,
Hath still its darker hours of storm and strif,,
And pain may come where pain for aye seemed crushed.
Chalge they may bring to that sweet sunny isle.
Thank God! they mar its beauty only for awhile.

Tho storm may rend a few green boughs away,—
May break the tender stems of some foir flow'ra;
Its louder voice may drown the fountain's play,
Its rage alone be heard a few short hours;
But then must end its mad de.struetive reign,
And ea, th is beautiful, and htav'n is calm again.

Then from that lovely isle there floateth out
Unwonted fregrarlee o'er the changf ful deep,
Till they who chance to wander thereabou',
Feel strange delight, and eyes long dry will weep
Such tears as have in them a deeper bliss
Than the unquiet laughter of a world like this.

Oh! who,.bccause a storm at times may break
O'er that fair scene, could wish one flower the less?
Who from the poet's life ono vision take,
In dread lest Lfter-hours should bring distress?
Fear no'c for him, n) sorrow can destroy
His haven-implanted sense of beauty and of jo)!

He may have cares to duller souls unknown,
And grief we know not be to him revealed;
Fear net for him! his gladness is his own,
New springs cf comfort are for him unFeiled.
His life is more than ours; to him are given,
Even on this dull eartb, thoughts that belong to heaven!
Occasionally Mrs. Lushington writes in a style of
exceeding simplicity, which greatly enhances the
pathetic interest of some of her descriptive pieces.
Among these is " A Tale of Heal Life," which de-
tails the hopeful, anxious expectation of a maiden
whose hetrotced is at sea :
" The early buds aro swelling;
The !irne will soon be come,—
The blessed time he promised
I should see him here at home.
He said, will be w;th thce
Ere the leaves are on the bough;'
And the time will soon be coming,
For the buds are swelling now!"

Thus she murmured in her gladness
To her loving heart alone,
Thus she hoped, and thus she trusted
Till the spring was nearly gone;
Thus watched she till the larch boughs
Had donned their veil of green,
And hidden from her window
The water's sunny sheen.

Then stole she forth at morning,
Then stole she forth at ev",
(For she knew his heart too truly
To diem he could deceive);
With weary eyes still watching,
Yet she hoped with steaffAst heart;
" When he cometh home," she whispered,
" He will never more depart!"

Though she saw the scattered daisies,
Unfolding one by one,
Till many a starry blossom
Lay laughing to the sun;
Though the larch's flath'ry shadow
Felt dark upon the slop",
Yet she watched with quiet patience,
And hoped with constant hope.

She wandered by the waters
Where he first had t )1d his love,
With the summer sea for witness,
And the placid stars above;
Where she listened, looking downward,
With a blush on cheek and brow,
And a heart that fluttered wildly
To the music of his vow.

That music had not failed her,
Thoug h
byh iterhsosmweeewt power,
asfellof strife;
It quelled,
The harsher tones of life;
And she served the frowning stranger
Who filled her mother's place,
With a spirit full of meekness,
And an ever-smiling face.
In the tender melancholy of these unpretending lines
there is an infinitely greater charm than many ela-
borate and pompous productions can boast. Alto-
gether " The sea-Spirit and other Poems" is a volume
of most pleasing character.

THE CABINET LAWY.ER; a popular Digest

of the Laws of England. Fifteenth-Edition.
Tne present edition of this most useful and popular
work brings down the legal decisions and statutes to
Michaelmas Term, 12 and 13 Victoria, so that it
presents a complete mirror of the law as it actually is
at present. The work has been carefully revised and
entirely re-printed throughout, and has now incorpo-
rated with it the provisions cf the Bankrupt Law
ConsolidatiOn Act of last session, of the laws affect-
ing commercial and steam-navigation, merchant
shipping, pilotage, and emigrant passengers, and a
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LIVERPOOL, SATURDAY --Tbe royal mail steam-
ship Europa, Captain Lott, left the Mersey this alter-
nocn for Habfax and New York, with the semi-
monthly mails arid a full complement e f passengers,
She bas a large cargo of British and foreign manufac-
tured goods.
ASSYRIAN ANTIQUITIES.--Major H. Ravvlinsop,
the East India Company's political agent in Turkish
Arabia, and her Majesty's Consul at Bagdad, who has
lately arrived in this country from Bagdad, has brought
with him a quantity of casts of Babylonian inscriptions,
and also some packages containing figures c f stone and
terracotta, being remains c f Assyrian antiquities; and
they are intended to he deposited in the British Mu-
seum and other scientific institutions of the metropolis;
and as, from their extreme
i cgc and very delicate cha-
racter, they are liable to injury if unhecossarily dis-
turbed previously to being deposited at their destination,
the Gallant Major hes rcquestcd that the greatest care
of them may be observed by the authorities, and that
they may be delivered for the s.cientifie purposes men-
tioned.