The Sun.
London, England, 1844-10-04 00:00:00

1 MAGAZINES—(CONTINUED).
HOOD'S MAGAZINE.
Mr. Hood here continues his lively dramatic story
of " Our Family," which in some passages reminds
us, not unpleasantly, of Sterne's manner in his
" Tristam Shandy," especially in the scene of the
christening at the parish church, which is replete
with nn arch and delicate humour, not usual with the
author. " September in Paris" is a gossiping ac-
count of the French capital at this season of the year;
in the course of some remarks' on literature, the
writer tells us that Eugene Sue's new novel of the
" Wandering Jew," for which he receives the enor-
mous price of ten thousand francs a volume, is
generally considered a failure, so far as it has gone.
The " Monk's Finger" is a singular tale, which would
form the subject of a good melodrama for one of our
minor theatres. We subjoin some spirited stanzas by
Delta, entitled " Woe, woe to thee, Culloden Plain :"
In splendour glowed tip morning sun,
As curb'd our chief his gallant grey ;
And from our ramparts peal'd the gun,
While marched afield his proud array :
Yes ! rose to Heaven the wild huzza,
When woke the pibroch's strain—
But ah! they bade adieu, that day,
That came not back again!
Woe! woe to thee, Culloden Plain!
Where noble blood was shei;
Our Coronach is o'er the slain,
Our wail is for the dead!

Moth-eaten, rot our banners proud;
Our good claymores are red with rust;
And if we pray, 'tis not aloud—
For him who from his throne is thrust.
Dawn quickly, Day! when wo may trust
To face his foes again,
Strike down the oppressors to the dust,
And free our shields from stain!
Woe! woe to thee, Culloden Plain!
Where gallant blood was shed;
Our Coronach is o'er the slain,
Our wail is for the dead!

Now silent are the trophied halls,
Where mirth and music sped the hour;
The green o'ermantling ivy crawls
From niche to niche, from tower to tower:
No more smiles Beauty from her bower—
'Tie rent by wind and rain;
There drops the ripe fruit, and the flower
Perfumes the air in vain!
Woe! WOG, to thee, Culloden Plain!
Where loyal blood was shed;
Our Coronach is o'er the slain,
Our wail is for the dead!

UNITED SERVICE JOURNAL.

This Number contains more readable articles than
usual, and among the best, or at any rate the most
seasonable, is one on the subject of France and Mo-
rocco, of which latter country a very minute account
is given, and which bears every mark of authenticity.
In the "Naval Chaplain's Note-Book," which is con-
tinued from last month, occur several interesting re-
miniscences connected with the writer's profession.
" Sketch of General Pollock's campaign in Affgha-
nistan," is a narrative that should have appeared
months since in the pages of this periodical, when the
public took a deeper interest in the subject than is the
case at present.

SIiII.IIO..VDS'S COLONIAL MAGAZINE.
Of the numerous periodicals of the day devoted to
the consideration of colonial matters, the one before
us is unquestionably the best—in the first place, be-
cause it is most careful and circumstantial in its de-
tails; and secondly, because it is most varied in the
range of its information. In the Magazine for the
present month we find some instructive, and to all
appearance, impartial, remarks on " the affairs and
prospects of New Zealand"—one of the most pro-
mising of our infant colonies—together with an in-
genious essay on the " Agriculture of Hindcstan."