The Sun.
London, England, 1844-11-01 00:00:00

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.

Fraser is less amusing this month than usual. The
Number opens with a "Fine Day at Stratford-upon-
Avon," wherein the writer gives an account of his
departure from London on a pilgrimage to the birth-
place of our greatest dramatist. The article is some-
what of the heaviest, being chiefly taken up with dull
antiquarian details respecting Shakspeare, &c. The
" Smiths" is a passable story, and refers to sundry
passages in the lives of a family of that name who
dwelt at Brompton. It might have been curtailed
with advantage. " Prichard's Natural History of
Man" is a notice of a very able work recently pub-
lished, in the course of which the Reviewer makes a
striking extract from one of Mr. Hope's latest pro-
du:tions describing the physical and mental pecu-
liarities of a race of dwarfs who reside in some of the
islands of Polynesia, and bear the closest possible ap-
proximation to the baboon. " Military Tableaux" is
a spirited description of the achievements of the
Prussian Brandenburgh Hussars in the tremendous
campaigns of 1813 and 1814. In the essay headed
" Hints on the Modern Governess System,'.' we meet
with some serviceable practical suggestions respecting
the education which the majority of females in the
middle classes receive now-a-days. " Scotland and
England" is a review of Mr. Kohl's recent volumes of
travels in these countries, and corrects some mistakes

into which the German tourist has fallen respecting
Edinburgh. Our readers may perhaps be pleased
with the following pleasing little poem on the subject
of the " Opening of the Royal Exchange :"

" In the heart of the City,
When Mammon lay still
In the Sleep of Night's silence,
(llush'd Word and hush'd Will!)
When the garner'd gold rested
Untouch'd and unturn'd,
And in hard chests of iron
Man's wealth lay inurn'd!
" When London had pass'd all
His crowds to the West,
And the Spirit of Commerce
Grew dull in its rest;
When the haunts of the merchant
No sharp echoes woke;
From the heart of the City
The flame-tempest broke.

" It rose on its grar.d wings
In strength and in ire,
Up, up to the red sky,
The beautiful fire!
It screamed and it crackled
In column and flake,
Till up-leaped the great city
Alive and awake!

" In the temple of Dives
The flame-monarch stood
With bright eyes of saffron
And red limbs of blood;
And as the walls crumbled
Beneath his great tread,
The millions came round him
And shriek'd as he spread!

" Too grand and too awful,
Too vast in dismay,
In the arms of the flame-king
The gold temple lay;
As swift and as sure
Was his wreck, as the wave,
Till the reeking red Mammon
Lay hot in his grave!
" Old London! grand London!
Low, low in the dust
Thy proud Commerce watcheth
Her pride and her lust!
Thy tryst place of lucre
Hath shrunk from the eye,
And blacken'd or bleaching
Its dead embers lie!

" What, ho! for a Phoenix
To come with new flame,
Up, up from those ashes
To beauty and fame!—
To stand on that dark spot
In glory and pride,
And call back the City
Again to its Bride!
" They bring the sharp chisel,
They hue the white stone,
They make the crane rattle,
They oil the black hone;
They rear the high scaffold,
They climb, and they run:
Lo! again a grand temple
Mounts up to the sun;
" The Temple of Dives
Once more hath its priests;
They will deck it with trophies,
And crown it with feasts!
To-day a grand pageant
Will honour their band
When the king-merchants crowd round
The Queen of the Land!
" Come Queen and come Consort
In pomp and in pride,—
Come nobles Old London
Now weds his new Bride
Fair plentiful Commerce
(Gold strewed on her way),
In his grand palace temple
Of riches to-day
" In wealth and in honour,
In pride and in state,
In envy and wonder,
They watch and they wait.
Now the pageant is ended
The million may roam,
And royal Old Mammon
Again hip lime I"

TAIT'S MAGAZINE.

Tait's political article is very brief and meagre this
month, which is pot to be wondered at, when we con-
sider the present aspect of affairs. In whatever di-
rection we turn our eyes, all is dull, lifeless apathy.
Ireland—an unusual thing with her—scarcely gives a
stir to convince us that she exists ; and in tngland,
Chartism, Radicalism, Whiggism, and all other isms
and schisms are as dull and tranquil as the grave. In
the dearth of subjects more congenial to his taste;, our
Utilitarian friend Tait alludes to c' Young England,"
which he does in a spirit highly creditable to his sense
of justice. "We cannot," he says, "in view of some
of the recent proceedings of this party, refuse
them credit fora sympathy with the people, and a
mental independence which must, ere long, produce
something very much better than WI; yet 4ppared
in theirVarliamintary votes and speeches. Their late
visits to the seats of democracy and manufactures can
scarcely be interpreted as a pledge to go on withhold-
ing the working man's franchise and taxing 11.4 tread,"
This is certainly a logical 4e,p4fi4r. from the opinions
hithertoreainiained by-Young England. "A Teacher's
Journal" is interesting chiefly from the apparent
truth and reality of its descriptions. In the criticism
entitled " Recent Poetry,". justice is done to 'the Cx-
qui:site pyocinction'g .of ' Miss ' liLirrkt—the most
thoughtful female writer of the day. lye,,
_find
in the present chapters of Mr. Mills's novel,
Our
Hearth and Homestead," the following portrait of a
try r^,;or-t.rinder and iiis doll, whiCh wears the
1 c,oup .! . .
1 appearance of having been drawn direct from life-:-7-
" In a green lane, flanked by two high and sloping
banks, on which the nrickly br;u',4l..:, and s'ioo,)us'n
flourished, with many a Rower horn tip' bloom uh,§egn; a
Ulan Was indititrlotil envied lA' N uvaiiie a„,„„.