The Sun.
London, England, 1844-06-03 00:00:00

COURT CIRCULAR.

His Majesty the King of Saxony arrived by a special
train at the terminus of the South-Western Railway,
at twenty minutes before six o'clock on Saturday after-
noon, and was received by his Royal Highness Prince
Albert (attended by Major-General Sir Edward Bowater).
His Majesty and his Royal Highness entered an open
(royal) carriage and four, and proceeaed to Buckingham
Palace. The King's suite, consisting of Baron Gersdorff;
the Saxon Minister; his Excellency Mons. de Alinck-
witz, Grand Maitre de la Garderobe; Count Albert
Vitzthum, Chambellan ; Major Reichardt, Aide-de-
Caw ; and 1)r. Carus, Premier Medicin Ordinaire ; and
also Sir E. Bowater, followed in two of the royal car
riages and fbur.
The Royal party arrived at the Palace at six o'clock,
where his Majesty was received on alighting from his
carriage by the Lord Steward, the Lord Chamberlain,
the Master of the Horse, the Earl of Morton, and Lord
Byron, Lords in Waiting • Lord. George Lennox, Lord
in Waiting to his Royal Highness ; the Master of the
Household ; the Clerk Marshal ; Col. Berkeley Drum-
mond, Groom in Waiting ; Col. Arbuthnot, Equerry in
Waiting ; and Sir George Anson, Equerry to his Royal
Highness.

The Queen received her august visitor in the grand
hall.

The royal dinner party at Buckingham Palace in the
evening included his Excellency Baron Gersdorff, the
Duchess of Buccleuch, the Earl of Liverpool, the Earl of
Aberdeen, and the Hon. Mrs. Anson.
Yesterday morning at half-past nine o'clock, his Royal
Highness Prince Albert, attended by the Hon. Charles
A. Murray and Sir Edward Bowater, went to Ashburn-
ham House, to visit his Imperial Majesty the Emperor
of Russia.

Soon after one o'clock Prince Albert, attended by Lord
George Lennox and Sir E. Bowater, returned to Ash-
burnham House to conduct his Imperial Majesty to
Buckingham Palace.

The Emperor of Russia arrived at the Palace at twenty
minutes before two o'clock, accompanied by Prince Al-
bert, and attended by his Excellency Baron Brunnow,
Count Orloff, the Earl of Hardwicke, Lord in Waiting,
and Colonel Berkeley Drummond, Groom in Waiting,
and Colonel Wylde, Equerry to Prince Albert.
The Emperor was habited in a (scarlet) military uni-
form, and wore the ribband and badge of the most noble
Order of the Garter. His Imperial Majesty was received
on alighting at the Palace by the Lord Steward, the
Lord Chamberlain, the Master of the Horse, the Earl of
Morton, and Lord Byron, Lords in Waiting; the Master
of the Household, the Clerk Marshal, Sir Robert Otway,
Groom in Waiting, and Colonel Arbuthnot, Equerry in
Waiting.

The Queen received the Emperor in the grand hall.
A dejeuner was soon afterwards served to her Majesty
and his Royal Highness Prince Albert, his Imperial
Majesty the Emperor of Russia, and his Majesty the
King of Saxony.
At half-past two o'clock the Emperor of Russia, ac-
companied by Prince Albert, left the Palace for Marl-
borough House, in one of the Royal carriages, to visit
her Majesty the Queen Dowager. His Excellency Baron
Brunnow, Count Orloff, the Earl of Hardwicke, and
Lord George Lennox, followed in a second royal car-
riage; and Colonel Berkeley Drummond, Sir Edward
Rowater, and Colonel Wylde, occupied a third royal car-
riage. From Marlborough,House the illustrious party
went to Cambridge House, to visit their Royal High-
nesses the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge ; and also
to Gloucester House, to visit her Royal Highness the
Duchess of Gloucester.

The Emperor of Russia and Prince Albert afterwards
went toApsley House,where the illustrious visitors alighted
to visit his Grace the Duke of Wellington. On leaving
Apsley House, His Royal Highness Prince Albert re-
turned to Buckingham Palace, and the Emperor of
Russia, attended by his suite, went to Ashburnham
House, the residence of the Russian Legation, where
his Imperial Majesty arrived shortly before five o'clock.
His Majesty the King of Saxony, attended by his
Excellency Baron Gersdurff, and the gentlemen of his
suite, visited Her Majesty the Queen Dowager yester-
day afternoon, at Marlborough House. The King also
paid visits to her Royal Highness the Duchess of Glou-
ce,ter, at Gloucester House, and their Royal High-
nesses the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, at Cam-
bridge House. His Majesty also went to Ashburnham
House to visit the Emperor of Russia, and afterwards,
attended by his suite, returned to Buckingham Palace.
His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge visited
his Majesty the King of i
Saxony yesterday afternoon.
The Emperor of Russia dined n. the evening with her
Majesty, at Buckingham Palace. Ills Imperial Majesty
was attended by Baron Brunnow, the Russian Minister
at the British Court, and also by the Count Orloff, MOR-
sieur le General d'Adlerberg, Monsieur Adlerberg, le
Prince Wassilts chikoff, and Dr. Reinolds.
Ilis Majesty the King of Saxony, attended by Baron
Gersdorff, his Majesty's representative at the British
Court, and also his Excellency Monsieur de Minckwitz
Count Albert Vitzthuin, Major Reichardt, and Dr.
Carus, also dined with her Majesty.
A select party, including the Duke of Wellington, the
Earl of Aberdeen, Sir Robert Peel, and the Great
Officers of State, had tLe honour of joining the august
circle.

Lieutenant-General the Right Hon. Sir Henry Har-
dinge, Governor-General of India, was invested by the
Queen, on Saturday, at Buckingham Palace, with the
Ensigns of a Knight Graad Cross of the most Honour-
Isle Military Order of the Bath. His Royal Highne:2s
Prince Albert, the Earl of Ripon, Prca;dent of the
Board of Control for the affairs of India, and Lard
Stanley, her Majesty's principal Secretary of State for
War and the ColonicFt were resent at the ceremony,
which was performed in the loyal Court. Mr. Albert
William Woods, Officer of Arms attendant upon the
Knights Commanders of the Bath, attended tlo inves-
titure.

The Queen was attended by the Lord Chamberlain,
Lord Byron, Lord .in Waiting, and Colonel Berkeley
Drummond, GrooM in Waiting,
The Queen and Prince Albert, the ladies and gentle-
men of the Royal suite, and the 11,usehold, attended
Divine service yesterday morning, in the Chanel Royal,
Buckingham Palace. The Hon. and Rev. C. L. Cour-
tenay officiated.

Tlie ti al;
VlintiiY were taken airings on Saturday in
the giattJelfs of Buckingham Palace.
Messrs. Wansey and Witts, as a deputation from the
Fishmongers' Company, had an qudienee of Prince
Albert, on Saturday, V, present his Royal Highness with
aJets aoaeo copy the iage
Qt' the scroll drawing in their pos-
ant exhibited by them on Lord
Mayor's Day, A.D. 1616..
prizes ller
on Majesty
'Thursday,and and
dinvi•erAelbgerratcliqnnssPlyecptellsta
to Ascot
ex-
press their high opinion Ow. productions.
The Queen Dowager attended Divine service yester-
dn P
ay iie Chapel Royal, St. James's,
.Prayers were
read by the Rev. J. C. Haden, the Lessons by the Rev.
J. Dakins, and the
,-o,ttrounion Service by the Rev.
Dr. SlPath• The. Sefton was preached by Archdeacon
Mldlet'r :Majesty fr)ul
i3.°Nvm.saan'
presided at the organ, chap. i. verse 16. Sir G. Smart
attended by the Viscountess
Bar-
rington, the H on. Charlotte Iludson, and Earl Howe.
.111 1344, °SNoTWieh Clerk, and the Dean of Here-
ford, Dentity-rii
,-,.(-T4l, of tile Closet, were in waiting. The
Duke of 14Qvdg, the Duchess of Beaufort, Marquises of
Salisbury and Normanby, Lords Cawdor, Wilton, Hu.,
rowby, Erne, J. O'Bryen, Ingestre, Eliot, Vivian,
Ebrington, and Wrottesley, Ladles Wilton, Eliot, and
C. Sandford, Wpra atnong the nobility present.
Thy Duke of Wellington, the Duke of Rutlaa, and
Sir F. Trench, attended the early service in the Chapel
Royal, St. James's, yesterday. Prayers were read by
the Rev. J. C, Hadm The Sermon was preached by
Arehdeaenn Todd,
4 deputation, including Viscount Combermere, the
Earl of Harewond, Lord Marsham, Lord Saltoun, Lord
St. Vincent, Mr. Dickinson, M.P., Lieutenant-Colonel
Pennant, M.P., Mr. Fuller, M.P., Mr. Stewart, M.P.,
Mr. Irving, M,P., Mr. James, M.P. (Carlisle), Mr.
Mackinnon, M.P., Mr, Miles, M.P., Hon. J. Dundas,
M.P., Sir W, Codrington, M.P., Sir J. R. Reid, M.P.,
Mr. Stoddart Douglas, and Mr. Forbes, had an in-
terview with the Chancellor of the Exchequer on
Saturday,
The Duchess of Gloucester and the Duke and Duchess
of Cambridge visited the Queen Dowager on Saturday.
The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge and the Prin-
cess Mary attended Divine service yesterday morning
in Grosvenor Chapel. Baroness Ahlefeldt and Major
Stephens were in waiting on their Royal Highnesses.
The Duchess of Cambridge visited the Napoleon
Museum on Saturday.
The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge honoured Lady
Shelley with their company at Fulham on Saturday.
Mr. Mark Philips had an interview with Mr. Glad-
stone on Saturday.

LIVERPOOL, FRIDAY EVENING.—The death of the
Earl of Harrovvby, Lord Sandon's father, which was so
often rumoured on former occasions, was again revived
today, and circulated in almost all quarters of the town;
and, as usual on similar occasions, the candidates for the
borough were speedily announced, namely, Mr. William
Brown, on the side of free trade, and Sir Edward Cust,
of Leasowe Castle, Cheshire, on that of the monopolists.
The rumour, however, appears to be once more un-
founded, for the Earl is still alive.
consequence of the
senTteßn°c°ePpsasFs°eßd uipit)r 11).NOD;CO-ninnell, Esq., i\LP., and the
other traversers who have been found guilty, orders
have been issued from the War-office for a battalion of
each regiment of the foot guards, the artillery at Wool-
wich, and cavalry and infantry regiments of the line in
the southern and western counties of England, to hold
themselves in readiness to embark at a moment's notice
for Ireland, in case there should be any outbreak in that
excited country ; as a demonstration against the sen-
tence passed upon the Liberator and his compatriots who
have been ordered to be incarcerated, is fully expected
by Government. The Chelsea out-pensioners, who have
recently been enrolled in the different counties of Ire-
land and England, have also received orders to hold
themselves in marching order to replace the troops of
the line, should they be roqu:rod.—Sanday Times.
THE OLD BEAU BIT.—You deserve that I should
serve you as Mrs. Bracegirdle, !'.llr vestal actress, treattl
the old Lord Burlington, •with vvliorn he was in love in
vain. One day he sent her a prest.n, of
sozi;e fine
china. She told the serYant hatil urti,:i a mistake, that
j tV.thl Ole lute,.
fur her, but the china his
lady to whom he must carry it. the countess was
so full of gratitude when her husband came home to din-
ner.— IValpole's Letters.
SINGULAR AND FATAL ACCIDENT.7—A. man, 75
gq,-* az% msmed Avery, lost his life on Friday on
the 'rocks beneath the Long-room barracks., in a very singular
manner. While descending the rocks, it seems, his feet be-
came firmly fixed in a cavity, and losing his balance, he fell
over and dashed his head against a rock with sufficient vio-
lence to cause death. The body, when found, was hanging
ley the legs as it, bad Palle r; ai t life been extinct
aerad' hours, asille fide bact flovied' over it aiul iecedell con-
siderably. --An 'fftquest was 'hell on Saturday before Mr.
Oclne; and a verdict of " Found ieturned.— /Vest of
I lend ConfiriNtivc
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THE MAGAZINES.

BLACK IVOO D' S MAGAZINE.
Captain Jesse's Memoirs of the celebrated—or
rather notorious--Beau Brummell—the ultimus Re-
nzanorum' that is to say, the last of the Beaus, who
exercised as despotic a sway over the west-end as
ever did Beau Nash at Bath, forms the subject of an
amusing notice in the present Number of this Maga.
zine. Strange to say, this egregious coxcomb, who
never had a grandfather, and who had no large for-
tune to back his pretensions, was held in the utmost
reverence—not to say awe—by the proudest and
richest and most ancient aristocrats in the land; made
the fortune of every tradesman whom he employed,
and brought into celebrity every"tnan with whom he
dined. To have had Brummell for a guest at once
qualified his host for admission to Almack's. To
have been quizzed by Brummel was equivalent to a
sentence of ostracism from the beau monde. To have
been seen walking with Brummell, was to ensure the
fortunate individual the entry into Carlton House.
Even when cut by the Prince, this incomparable
Beau still maintained his proud position in high so-
ciety, and his well-known threat of " bringing old
George into fashion," by way of spiting the " un-
grateful" Regent, was scarcely a mere empty boast.
Had he determined on electing a chimney-sweep to
the throne of fashion, we really believe he could have
done it. And by what means did Brummell acquire
this unrivalled influence ? Was it by his personal
attractions—his wealth—his ancient descent—his
talents as an orator, a statesman, a wit, or a poet?
Nothing of the sort. It was solely by his good taste
in dress, and his invention of the starched cravat ?
What a comment is this on the habits, the tastes, the
lofty intelligence, and sound discriminating sense of
patrician society during the boasted Regency, which
some Tory scribes have defined as the Augustan age
of England! Walter Scott in the height of his po-
pularity—Lord Byron in the meridian of his powers
—Moore in the golden days of " Lallah Rookh" and
the "Irish Melodies"—never exercised half the influ-
ence over the lounging fashionable world, that was
exercised by a man who had nothing to boast of but
intrepid impudence and skill in the art of dress. But,
like Napoleon and other mighty potentates, Brummell
was doomed to meet with his reverses. He met his
Leipsic in the loss of his fortune at play—his abdica-
tion was brought about by his duns—and he found
his St. Helena at Caen, where he died in 1840, a
beggar, a lunatic, and in rags ! " Traditions and
Tales of Upper Lusatia" is a curious account of some
of the superstitions still prevalent in a small, se-
questered district of Germany, on the confines of
Bohemia. The fairy tales introduced into the article
are very agreeable and novel specimens of their class.
" Who Wrote Gil Blas ?" repudiates the claims of Le
Sage to the honour of this admirable production, and
proves, by a chain of reasoning which in our estima-
tion is conclusive, that it was entirely of Spanish
origin. In the brief sketch of " Michael Kalli-
phournas," one of the Greek patriots, we find one
or two anecdotes illustrative of the private and public
character of King Otho, which certainly will not
impress the reader with any very profound admira-
tion of his sagacity. But crowned heads are often
apt to be exceedingly thick ones. " Africa" furnishes
us with much minute and circumstantial information
respecting the interior of this vast, mysterious conti-
nent, which has been the grave of so many tra-
vellers, and which seems destined to all eternity to
baffle the enterprise of man. " Columbus" is one of
Mr. Simmons's elegant and elaborate specimens of
versification. 'We subjoin the opening stanzas :
Rise, Victor, from the festive board
Flush'd with triumphal wine,
And lifting high thy beaming sword,
Fired liy the flattering Harper's chord,
Who hymns thee half divine.
Vow at the glutted shrine of Fate
That dark •red brand to consecrate!
Long, dread, and doubtful was the fray
That gives the stars thy name to-day.
But all is over; round thee now
Fame shouts, spoil pours, and captives bow,
No stormier joy can Earth impart,
Than thrills in lightning through thy heart.
Gay Lover, with the soft guitar,
/lie to the olive-woods afar,
And to thy friend, the listening
tiook
Alone reveal that raptured. I.
loon;
The maid so long in "secret loved—
A parent's all'gry will removed—
This morning saw betrothed thine,
That Sire the pledge, consenting, blest,
Lif9 bright as motes in golden wine,
Is dancing in thy breast.
Statesman astute, the final hour
Arrives of long-contested Power;
Each crafty wile him; ends to aid,
, Party and principle betray'd;
The subtly ki,peech, the plan profound,
Putased for years, success has crown'd;
To-night the Vote upon whose tongue,
The nicely-poised Division hung,
Was thine—beneath that placid brow
What feelings throb exulting now!
Thy rival falls;—on grandeur's base
Go slake the nations in his place!
tame, Love, Ambition! what are Ye,
With all your wasting passions' war,
To the great Strife that, like a sea
O'erswept his soul tumultuously,
Whose face gleams on me like a star—
A star that kleams through murky clouds—
As hoee begirt by struggling crowds
A spell-bound Loiterer I stand,
Before a print-shop in the Strand?
What are your eager hopes and fears
Whose minutes wither men like years—
Your schemes defeated or fulfill'd,
To the emotions dread that thrill'd
His frame on that October night,
When, watching by the lonely mast,
He saw on shore the moving light,
And felt, though darkness veil'd the sight,
The long-sought World was his at last?

BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
Mr, Murray here continues his " Physiology of
Londoa Life," which, though somewhat heavy and
languid in manner, contains much instructive matter.
Speaking of the levelling character of the metropolis,
he remarks—" In country places, the lord of the
manor, the greatest landowner, or the wealthiest
man, overcrows all other distinctions—hels the great
man of the place ; in London his greatness does not
extend next door; he is great only in his own house,
among his own dependents and servants; his trades-
men, even, have no conception of him, save as a good
customer." This is justly observed. There is no
plane like the metropolis to cure a man's self-conceit,
and to induce him to assess his pretensions at a right
valuation. Is he clever ? He will be constantly
brought into contact with many much cleverer. Is he
rich ? He will find hundreds—thousands—infinitely
richer. Is he ardent—aspiring—persevering? No
matter, his experience of London social life will soon
convince him that these are but ordinary qualities, by
which he can scarcely hope to make himself eminently
conspicuous. A vast, crowded capital, like our
" modern Babylon"—as it has been well called—
where competition in every form is hourly going for-
ward, and talents of all sorts are as plentiful as mush-
rooms ; where the plebeian jostles the patrician in the
streets, and even a great Cabinet Minister excites the
curiosity of no one passer-by ;—an enormous capital
like this, we say, is the Bost possible place in the
world to imbue a man with a just and be-
coming estimate of himself, and lower his as-
piring vanity to the level of common sense.
The " Fortunes of the Scattergood Family" improve
in interest as they proceed, though they certainly
have: not the freshness and vivacity of the author's
former works of fiction. The " Whims of a Water-
drinker" are amusing enough in their way, but we
could have spared some of the puns, which—as Dog-
berry would say—" are most tolerable, and not to be
endured." The " Confessions of a Croupier" reveal,
in no very hesitating manner, a few of the mysteries
of the more fashionable gambling houses in the metro-
polis. The 'confessions, which wear all the appear-
ance of truth, cannot be read without interest, but it
is an interest of a painful character, and exhibits
human nature in a most humiliating light. In the
poem on the " Manxman and his Visitor," a popular
legend of the Isle of Man is turned to humorous
account. The author, however, would have been
more successful if he had paid a little more attention to
point and brevity. " Whig and Tory" is a whimsi-
' cal specimen of a newspaper calculated to suit all
tastes, inasmuch as it professes no political opinions,
but is exclusively made up of droll advertisements
and quaint obituaries. " A Ramble through Styria,"
&c., deserves a passing word of notice, if only for the
spirit and minuteness of its landscape descriptions.
lor the subjoined sketch of the practices of a gamb-
ling-house we are indebted to the " Confessions of a
Croupier," of which we have already spoken
"Through the various aspects presented by the game,
the alternations of hope and disappointment were often
strongly felt, and as strongly expressed ; curses, both
loud and deep, were mingled with the laugh of triumph.
Among my many reminiscences of such scenes, I can
never forget one unfortunate individual. He had been
playing some hours; evidently under unusual excitement.
His party had all gradually quitted the place, and het
took the box alone: he had it all in his own hands, and
in his own way. Not a main ho throw ; every
time I called the, 4i-4f:intl.-:ate result I was the object of
his bitterest invective and malediction; but, although I
heartily pitied him. All
felt annoyed at this conduct, I
his etibits were useless; the capricious goddess was in-
exorable, and he threw out with his last hcayy stake',
and burst into an agony of tcar.s. was a tall, good•
looking, prciossessing young man, aid may truly say
that I never witnessed an occurrence more painful and
humiliating. That which but a moment before had
been his own, and still lay before him, was gone—as ir-
retrievably lost to him as though it had snn* to theidt:
tom of the fathemlees ccuanl To add to' Peignanil
of his diitr,ss, time follAing morning ivits• settling4fay
for the Derby, and he was minus s'ime hundreds. With
the scalding tears-upon his cheeks, he begg9d and xw
plored for the loan of one hundred poandS,. mn circler-to
be able to make at least si,me ahOw tlf' honour. It wo-
r9faltd Whefot reiuest was 1,1"--
.
....Ai:111401y COM-

plied with in whole or in part is not known to me; but
not long afterwards he became insane! And where are
now his friends, his compeers of a season? Some have
taken the benefit of the Insolvent Court ; some have
passed through a fiercer ordeal; others, with minimized
capitals, have become the frequenters of minor hells; all
with deteriorated fortunes and reputation.
" It may be thought, that a gentleman who has lost
above a thousand pounds in a gaming-house may have
the right of entree by prescription. Nothing' is more
unlike the fact. From the height of his prosperity to
its declension, every occultation in his course is noted
with the nicest observation ; for instance, playing
for lower stakes, a more febrile excitement when
losing, occasionally borrowing of a friend, a cheque not
punctually paid, and, finally, a small sum borrowed of
the bank, to enable him to take up a bill under a very
pressing: emergency—these are the little circumstances
which lead to his ultimate exclusion. On some fine
evening during the ensuing season he calls, thinking to
be admitted as heretofore ; but he is stopped at the first
door with the ready excuse, that there is nothing doing.
On the next call, he is told that there is no play
going on.'

"so play ? So you said the last time I called ; and
I have since understood front a friend that there was
play. Let me in ; I want to see the manager."
"lie is sot in, Sir,"
" Oh, very well, then, I shall take some other oppor-
tunity of seeing him."
" When he does see the chef, the latter expresses most
sincere regret at the occurrence, and makes a most
specious promise to have the interdict removed. Thus
assured, who now is to oppose his entrance ? Not the
porter, surely Yes ; the very same person still insists
(hat the great man is not within ; that he knows
nothing about the explanation given, and therefore can-
not admit him. Thus repulsed, the applicant murmurs
a threat about not paying, and thus ends the matter.
What is here stated must be understood as applying to
commoners ; for a peer, however poor, can always be ,
turned to some account."

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
In Mr. Cyrus Redding's entertaining recollections
of the author or " Vathek," which lead off the Num-
ber before us, occurs the following characteristic
anecdote of the late George the Third :—" He was not
only capable of the grossest duplicity," said Mr.
Beckford, " but he was destitute of feeling too. I
went to the levee after Lord George Gordon's riot,
the military had just fired on the mob, a necessary step
to put a stop to lawless plunder and violence. I
entered as the King had come out of his closet, the
officer who commanded the troops being immediately
before me. As soon as the King saw him, he said
You peppered them well, I hope—peppered them
well—peppered them well!' in his loud way. Every
body stared. The levity of the remark struck the
officer. Firing even upon lawless mobs was then
considered to be justified only by self-evident neces-
sity. hope your Majesty's troops will always do
their duty,' was the answer drily returned, with a
significant gravity which feelings less obtuse than the
King's must have felt to be a tacit reproof, as many
were killed." The Monarch who thus exulted in the
carnage of his own subjects, is the same who for so
many years was called the "good old King," and
whom hundreds of old Tory twaddlers and veteran
placemen still maintain to have been a pattern for all
sovertigns! But History, which sifts the true from
the false, and whose first sacred duty is an impartial
and discriminating estimate of character, has of late
shown the world the utter heartlessness, selfishness,
brute obstinacy, and incurable bigotry of this long-
overrated Monarch. He is now seen exactly in his
true colours, stripped of the false halo that for years
surrounded him ; and a more unamiable portrait was
never yet exhibited for public reprobation. Nor was
his son—the vaunted and showy George the Fourth
—much better. He, too, was incurably selfish, and
never on any one occasion allowed the interests of his
subjects to interfere with his own personal macs._
tion. "Lights and Shades" contain she of sverish
sketches of indigenous Irish character.
A;abellq,"
is a delightful portrait of
likeit gentle.
affectionate'
woman, who,
,„ "Amelia," sacrifices
health, hoe, and han;iness unhesitatingly to the man
she loves,but 7:no is every way unworthy of such a
disinter.:Aed, high-minded creature. " Finishing with
Dinner" is a narrative of the ludicrous mishaps
that befel a country surgeon, Mr. Raymond Fowler,
in the course of a. professional visit which he paid to
the metropolis. In the first place he got drunk,
which is bad—secondly, he got robbed, which is worse
—and thirdly, he got his head broken, and was com-
pelled to take to an ugly scratch wig,
which is worst
of all. And all these afflictions originated in his visit-
ing Vauxhall one disastrous evening, and becoming
too passionately enamoured of its once-celebrated
Arrack-punch! " How to make a Long Day" is
one of those sprightly, off-hand, intelligent essays,
founded on a close observation of real life, which have
so often enriched the pages of this Magazine. The
" Winds" is a graceful lyric from the pen of Mr.
Josiah Minty. We quote it accordingly for our
readers' gratification :

" What voice is in the winds !
There is a feeling in their lightest tone,
The soft gales sigh the storm-blast's hollow moan,
Each to the soul in language of its own
Speaks and an echo finds.
" How light upon the ear
Breathes the soft murmur of the evening gale,
Wringing from memory full many a tale
Of home, and youth, and love, ah! visions frail,
As they were passing dear.
" The whirlwind in its might,
That vanquisher of earth, the hoarse, the loud
Scourger of ocean, ruler of the cloud,
What is the whirlwind?—what but passion's crowd
Of feelings as they smite.
" How o'er the ravaged earth
Are strewn the fragments of her summer prime,
Like blighted joys that lie in after time

Upon the aching. heart, whose only crime
Was to give passion birth.
" The night wind sweeps along,
With fitful cadence sighing on its way,
As if the spirits of the bright, the gay,
The loved, the lost, were in its mournful play,
A melancholy throng.
" How soft its gentle kiss—
And can it be that spirits from above,
Thus on the pinions of the night-wind rove,
Fanning the leveed cheeks of those they love,
And whispering of bliss ?
" But now the morning breeze
Steals o'er the earth with fragrance on its wings,
Filling the soul with bright imaginings ;
The tiow'ret opes its bud, the wild bird sings—
There's music in the trees.
" What says the breeze of morn ?
That gentle hope within the human breast,
May thus breathe sweetly, calming it to rest,
Thus sing of happiness and regions blest,
To comfort the forlorn.

" Then have not winds a voice ?
Is there not language in each magic sound ?
Are they not eloquent as on they hound
O'er earth and sea ? When are they silent found ?
When cease they to rejoice ?
"Among the snows untrod,
Along the vale and o'er the grassy hill,
Through trees, 'mid flow'rets boisterous or still,
By night, by day, the universe they fill :
Their's is the voice of God."