The Sun.
London, England, 1845-06-09 00:00:00

LITERATURE

RET

RAILWAY ACCIDENTS.

'RN of ACCIDENTS reported to the Railway Department of the Board of Trade for the Quarter ending
April 1, 1845.

Number -
of
Date , Persons. Description
of Acci- Name of Railway. si of Cause and Nature of Accident.
,Z 3 Ci.,
4> x. Person.
dent. =.4 0
- ..--.------ -. --__ -
1845
Jan. 1 Monkland and Kirkintilloch 1 - Guard ..• Run over in a fog
6 Stockton and Darlington .... - 1 Labourer Crushed between horse and waggons ; broken arm
23 Manchester and Leeds - 1 Passenger Got out of a third- class carriage on the wrong
side, and was knocked down by a luggage
waggon
23 Manchester and Birmingham - 1 Porter
23 Manchester and Leeds . ...... 1 - Guard
24 Grand Junction - Porter
and was run over
24 Newcastle and Carlise . nil nil Axle of tender broke
26 Manchester and Birmingham nil nil ...... Engine and train came in contact, before day-
light, with a horse-box, which had been blown
from a siding by a high wind
27 Eastern Counties 1 - Guard Fell off the train when in motion
28 Newcastle and Carlisle - 2 Engineman and fire- Boiler burst ; men slightly scalded
man
28 Manchester and Leeds . 3 - Engine-driver, fire- Explosion of a locomotive engine, supposed to
man, and another have occurred in consequence of extreme high
servant of the pressure
Company
31 South-Eastern - 1 Labourer Walking on the line, was run over
Feb. 3 London and South-Western 1 - - Trespasser
an approaching train, and was run over
4 Great North of England - 1 Stoker ... Fell before an engine ; foot bruised
8 Grand Junction - Intoxicated on the line ; run over
9 Newcastle and Car1i51e....... nil nil Axle of an engine broke at a station
11 Grand Junction .... ... 1 - Porter ..., ........... ... Crushed between two waggons in a siding
14 York and North Midland... 1 - Guard .. ... .....- ..... Fell off his seat while the train was in motion
,
15 Hartlepool . 1 - Blacksmith
over by a train
17 Great North of England 1 - Passenger
18 Manchester and Birmingham - 1 Passenger ...
18 Stockton and Darlington .... 1 - Passenger,2d class Fell from the front of a second-class carriage in
motion
19 Birmingham and Gloucester - 1 Porter Crushed between two waggons while detaching
them from a train in motion
19 Newcastle and Carlisle nil nil Points being wrong at the Haltwhistle Station,
the engine of a passenger-train got off the
rails. Detained two hours
19 Glasgow and Paisley Joint - 1 guard Fell off a goods-train in motion
22 Edinburgh and Glasgow-- 1 - Porter Walking in a tunnel, run over
22 Edinburgh and Glasgow - 1 3d-class passenger... Jumping out after his hat
22 Monkland and Kirkintilloch 1 - Carpenter
28 Stockton and Darlington.... 1 - Girl, 11 years of age Run over in a siding, trespassing
Mar. 1 Eastern Counties 1 - Guard Struck his head against a signal-post while lean-
ing over
1 Newcastle and Darlington... 1 - Platelayer Struck by an engine while standing on the line
4 Newcastle and Carlisle ....... - 1 Fireman Attempting to get upon an engine in motion
8 Durham and Sunderland .... 1 - Collier Riding on a goods waggon contrary to orders,
fell off and was run over
10 Hartlepool . - Fireman Stepping from the engine to the tender, fell be..
tween and run over
13 Dundee and Newtyle ... ...... - 1 Horse driver
24 Chester and Birkenhead - 4 Passengers A train descending the tunnel (the inclination
being 1 in 80 to 1 in 140) leading to the Bir-
kenhead Station without an engine, run into
the station-yard against the buffers. Owing
to the slippery state of the rails, the break
was not sufficient to check the velocity of the
train. Passengers slightly bruised by being
thrown forward in the carriages
29 Taff Vale 1 - Labourer' Knocked down by a coal-train in a siding
31 Manchester and Leeds ...... ... nil nil Pointsman having omitted to place the points
- - properly, a goods-train ran into a siding and
Total for the Quarter ... 22 17 went over an embankment

Railway Department, Board of Trade, April 12, 1845.

ROYAL ACADEMY EXHIBITION.

(Continued from the last Notice.)
275. " The Eve of the Battle of Edge-hill." C. Land-
seer, R.A. Elect. " King Charles I. is said to have taken
refreshment, and to have slept, with the two Princes, at
a cottage in Radway, between which place and Kineton
was the field of battle. The principal group is intended
to represent a council of war, including portraits of King
Charles 1., the Earl of Liudesay, General Prince
Rupert, who commanded the horse, Sir Jacob Astley, the
Lord Bernard Stuart, and Sir Edward Verney, who car-
ried the King's standard. On the left are the two
Princes, Charles and James."—See Clarendon. The
grouping and colouring of this picture are excellent, but
the principal figure, that of Charles L, is too theatrical.
It is a gentleman acting Charles 1., who has made up
the character admirably, not Charles I. himself. It
lacks that sweet and melancholy expression which
Vandyke has given to the features of this unhappy mo-
narch, and which, whether correctly or not, is insepara-
bly associated with our ideas of the Martyr Monarch.
292. " Scene in Lord Chesterfield's Ante-room, &c."
E. M. Ward. " Seven years, my lord, have now past,
since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed
from your door ; during which time I have been push-
ing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless
to complain, and have brought it, at last, to the verge of
publication, without one act of assistance, one word of
encouragement, or one smile of favour. Such treatment
I did not expect, for I never had a patron before."—Bos-
well's Life of Johnson. Is a picture not unworthy the
pencil of Hogarth himself. The solidity (we had almost
written stolidity) of the great lexicographer contrasts ad-
mirably with the frivolity of the crowd of parasites by
whom he is surrounded. There is a figure of a black in-
troduced, which is quite Hogarthian.
304. " Commodore Nelson boarding the San Nicolas,
at the Battle of St. Vincent," by Sir W. Allen, RA.,
should be purchased by Government, and placed in
Greenwich Hospital.
325. " Sabrina," W. E. Frost, is one of the most
beautiful and really classical pictures of the exhibition.
The moment illustrated is that in which Sabrina
" Commended her fair innocence to the flood,
That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course.
The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played,
Held up their pearled wrists and took her in,
Bearing her straight to aged Nereus' Hall."
The grouping of the water-nymphs is graceful exceed-
ingly. The colouring, too, is fine ; and, taken as a
whole, this picture is a gem.
405. " Jerusalem, from the Mount of Olives," D. Ro-
berts, R.A. A splendid Oriental landscape.
444. " Mr. Robertson's Little Wonder winning the
Derby, in the year 1840," A. Cooper, R.A. A vivid
and faithful representation of one of the most interest-
ing events in the sporting world.
460. " The Judgment of Adam and Eve," and 610.
" The Fall of Man," J. Martin. These are companion
pictures, and pictures which can at once be recognised
as from the easel of Martin. There is the same subli-
mity of conception—the same expression of vastness—
the same grand features of the landscape, which distin-
guish all the compositions of this great artist, and there
is also the same faulty treatment of the figures. They
are thoroughly Martinesque, in every sense of the word.
540. " The United Service," A. Morton. An inte-
resting picture in the early style of Wilkie, representing
the Chelsea pensioners' visit to their friends at Greenwich.
The value of the picture is enhanced by the fact, that
the figures are all portraits of veterans domiciled in the
two hospitals.
777. " Harlech Castle, North Wales," W. Bennett.
This is an excellent drawing of a most romantic scene.
Tho atmospheric effects in this picture are very beautiful.
825. " The Christening of his Royal Highness the
Prince of Wales, in St. George's Chapel, Windsor,"
painted on ivory, Sir W. J. Newton. One of the most
richly-coloured,elaborately-drawn specimens of painting
upon ivory ever exhibited. It is really a gorgeous draw-
ing, and looks like one of the richest illustrations of an
ancient illuminated missal.
859. " Love Awakening," &c. R. S. Tait.
" Hush I hush !' said Venus ; no other
Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him.'
Dreaming of music, he slumbered the while,
Till faint from his lips a soft melody broke,
And Venus, enchanted, looked on with a smile,
While Love to his own sweet singing awoke."—Moore

DUNCAN VGREGOR, Registrar.

the drapery around the neck is managed is exceedingly
beautiful.
1,384. " Marble bust of the late Mr. Southey," J. G.
Lough, is an unmistakable likeness of the late Poet
Laureate.
1,456. "Right Hon. the Lord Chief. Justice Denman."
J. E. Jones. When, in after times, our descendants
shall desire to see an accurate and life-like representation
of the noble and expressive features of the patriot judge
of the nineteenth century, let them look upon this bust.

This is a beautiful picture by an artist with whose
name we have been hitherto unacquainted, but it is a
picture of very great promise. We use the word artist
in this instance advisedly, for this picture is evidently
the work of one who has studied art in the school of the
Italian Masters, and has become thoroughly imbued with
their spirit. The tone and colouring of this picture is
very fine, and the grouping is exquisite. We shall ex-
pect great things hereafter from Mr. R. S. Tait. Imme-
diately opposite Mr. Tait's picture we have-
-1,029. " The Favourite." J. King. A girl fondling a
dog. This likewise is the production of a true artist.
The expression of the girl's features is very good—the
drawing is beautiful, and there is great ease and grace-
fulness displayed in the general management of the sub-
ject.
In looking at the architectural drawings it is im-
possible not to be struck with the re-action which has
taken place in the public taste in favour of gothic archi-
tecture. The specimens of gothic in this portion of the
exhibition were, in former years, few and far between,
the Grecian and Palladian styles then bore undisputed
sway. The reign, however, of the Gothic and Tudor ar-
chitecture seems now, however, to have returned, and
among the architectural drawings in this style, one of the
most beautiful is-
-1,129. " View of the Garden Front at Ingress,
the seat of James Harmer, Esq., Greenhithe, Kent,
erected from the designs arid under the superintendence
of C. Moreing," an architectural drawing of the garden
front of the Palatial Gothic residence of Mr. Harmer, at
Greenhithe.
We now go to the sculpture-room, and occupying the
centre of the room we find 1,339. ‘:A bust of Louis
Philippe." J. E. ;Tones. A faithful and accurate
portrait bust of the most astute of modern
monarchs, and,
as a work of art, worthy the spot which it occupies in
the exhibition-room—the place of Chantrey.
1,327. " Statue, in marble, of a Nymph preparing for
the Bath," E. H. Baily, R.A., is one of those beautifully
graceful female figures which Baily alone, of all living
sculptors, can model.
1,329. " Paul and Virginia," W. C. Marshall, is a
beautifully sculptured group. Paul is bearing Virginia
in his arms, and wading with her across the scream. It
is a human Cupid and Psyche.
1,374. " Marble bust of Professor Wilson," J. Fillans,
is a life-like and characteristic portrait. It is the very
effigy of the renowned Christopher North.
1,382. " Bust, in marble, of a Lady," J. E. Carew, is
one of the finest busts in the collection. There is an
individuality about the expression of the features which
convinces the spectator that it must be a portrait, while,
as a work of art, it is exquisite. A sweet seriousness
seems to sadden the countenance, as if life had but just
departed, while the fine lofty forehead and angelic mien
betoken a mind of rare Eensibility. The ease with which

nockburn, not by themselves at Preston or at Falkirk,
not in after years when discipline had raised and re-
fined their valour, not on the shores of the Nile,—not in
those hours of triumph and of glory, was displayed a
more firm and resolute bravery than now in the defeat
at Culloden. The right and centre had done all that
human strength or human spirit could do ; they bad
yielded only to necessity and numbers, and, like the
captive monarch at Pavia, might boast, that everything
was lost but their honour.' "
THE CHEVALIER'S WANDERINGS.

MEMOIRS OF PRINCE CHARLES STUART.
By C. L. Klose. 2 vols.
Whatever may be the characters or opinions of
men, whether in the fresh dawn of youth, or the calm
serenity of age ; whether glowing with enthusiasm,
or chilled by selfish calculation, there are some feel-
ing-4 winch wfind an echo in the hearts of all—which,
exciting common sympathies, proclaim our common
nature. Of these sentiments one of the most uni-
versal is the admiration of heroic deeds—the love of
the marvellous and romantic ; fairy tales are ever the
favourites of childhood, and are able to charm even in
later years, while the cold and the careless cannot
withdraw heir attention from the "deeds of high and
chivalrous emprise," or the heart-stiring narrative of
suffering devotion. If anything can increase the
interest of romance it is truth; tales of fiction may
please the fancy, but truth has a power all its own.
We read the wondrous history with new pleasure,
when we know that all the fearful dangers and mighty
deeds have actually been " dared and done'' by
men with thoughts and feelings like our own. It is
on this account that ancient history is universally
admired; the fabulous chronicles of Greece and
Rome, the legends and traditions of a by-gone age,
are all adorned with imagined wonders, yet we are
fain to believe them true. Modern events are too
recent to admit of embellishment,
" 'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,"
and the enthusiast turns to the ancient records while
we fancy the age of chivalry is past. But the atten-
tive observer of his country's annals will find even in
later times some " glimpses of ancient glory," and no
page shines blighter with romance than that which
chronicles the fortunes of the young Charles Edward.
Now that a hundred years have passed away, and we
can look back without political prejudice, do we not
sympathise with that hapless prince, the last hope of
a royal line, adorned with all the virtues of his ancestors,
but suffering for all their faults ? Though we may
rejoice in the failure of the rebellion, though we
grieve not to think the royal Stuarts are no more,
though we glory in our free constitution, in the tri-
umph of the " cause for which Hampden died on the
field and Sydney on the scaffold," yet who is there
can think on the '45 unmoved, or regard the Chevalier
and his Highlanders without admiration and enthu-
siasm ? Careless of political distinction, we look on
the young Stuart as a high-spirited and unfortu-
nate man ; in such a character can we re-
fuse our sympathy ? In the memoirs before
us we have a faithful history of his life ;
we see him in his ardent and adventurous boy-
hood, and his gloomy and heart-broken age; but,
above all, we see him in that eventful year when he
achieved such glory and suffered such distress. The
Scottish expedition was, perhaps, never surpassed in
the boldness of the design, the splendour of its
first success, or its sudden and melancholy downfal.
A young prince, trusting only in the justice of his
cause, and accompanied but by seven adherents,
lands in an enemy's dominions, for the purpose of
recovering three kingdoms ! Instead of being re-
pulsed and avoided, he is hailed as the " true Prince,"
and received with open arms. He unfurls his father's
standard, amidst the shouts of thousands, and
marches from victory to victory. It must have
been a gallant sight to have seen the young Chevalier
treading for the first time on his native mountains,
to have witnessed the loyalty and devotion of the
faithful clansmen, or have seen
" The bonneted chieftains to victory crowd,
Clanranald the dauntless, and Mornay the proud,
All plaided and plumed in their Tartan array."
These memoirs will do more than interest the ro-
mantic—they will afford much valuable information ;
they contain many letters and historical documents,
calculated to exhibit the real character of Charles ;
and, above all, they are written in a straightforward
and impartial style, alike free from panegyric and de-
traction. The author had apparently resolved to
"Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice."
He extols the intrepid conduct of his hero, but he
attempts not to palliate the faults of the Stuarts. The
romantic narrative is not mingled with political con-
troversy; we are not led to admire hereditary tyranny,
but we follow the young Chevalier in his chequered
course, we see him exulting in the hour of victory,
we mourn over his dire misfortune at Culloden, and
we sympathise with his after sorrows. The account
of the wanderings in the Hebrides is full of thrilling
interest—we there see him, indeed,
" The heir of palaces without a home ;"
chased from place to place by his eager pursuers,
each anxious to gain the reward set on his head; but
not the offer of 30,0001. could tempt the Highlanders
to betray their Prince. *Whatever were his sufferings,
his friends were still as faithful as when he had seen
them in the hour of battle—
"True to the last of their blood and their breath,
Like reapers descend to the harvest of death."
Perhaps some may be disappointed Lt not finding so
great a variety of incidents and anecdotes as they
expected in such a work ; they must remember
that this is not a tale of fiction, but a true history.
As such it cannot fail to interest and instruct. The
following are some extracts :
THE EXPEDITION.
"We have called the enterprise a' stupendous' one,
and the epithet is well deserved. Courage of a lofty
order was required in the conception as in the execution;
but such courage is very different from that uncalcu-
lating temerity, which often hazards the loss of the
highest for the chance of obtaining what is compara-
tively worthless. The design was by no means one the
success of which was impossible ; on the contrary, a
number of circumstances concurred at the moment to
hold out stronger hopes of a favourable issue than had
ever before presented themselves. It is true that fifty-
six years had elapsed since the expulsion of James 11.
from the throne ; Great Britain had for more than a
generation become familiarised with the government of
her Hanoverian sovereigns ; and the melancholy im-
pressions left en the public mind by the occurrences of
the two last reigns of the Stuarts, had not had time to be-
come obliterated. On the other hand, the known adhe-
rents of the exiled dynasty were numerous in England,
more numerous in Scotland, and formidable, net merely
on account of their numbers, but also on account of their
position in society. Should he succeed in forcing his way
to the tb' one, he might hope to conciliate the enemies of
his family by the various resources that are always
within the reach of a sagacious Prince ; and his conduct
during the trying period on which we are about to enter,
justifies the belief that Charles on the throne would
not have played a less distinguished part than his an-
cestor, Henry IV. of France."
" LOCHIEL'S WARNING."
" The first and most urgent business of Charles at
Borodale, was to inform those Highland chiefs, whom
he knew or believed to be zealous in the cause of
Jacobitism, of his arrival in Scotland ; Cameron of
Lochiel, Alexander Macdonald, and Macleod, were sum-
moned to Borodale. Lochiel obeyed the summons with-
out delay, but with all his hereditary devotion to the
house of Stuart, his only intention, when he set out for
the head-quarters of Charles was to urge the latter to
return immediately to France. On his way to Borodale,
Lochiel called on his brother Cameron, of Tassefern,
who concurred in his opinion as to the' madness and
rashness of the whole undertaking,' but advised him
to communicate his sentiments only by letter. ' I know
you,' said Tassefern, better than you know yourself.
If this Prince once sets his eyes upon you, he will make
you do whatever he pleases.' Lochiel, however, pursued
his way, and, on his arrival at Borodale, resisted the
Prince's eloquence for a considerable time. At last,
Charles exclaimed lam resolved to put all to the
hazard. In a few days I will erect the royal standard,
and proclaim to the people of Britain that Charles
Stuart is come over to claim the crown of his ancestors,
or perish in the attempt. Lochiel, who, my father has
often told me, was our firmest friend, may stay at home
and learn from the newspapers the fate of his Prince.'
" The proud faithful Highlander was stung by these
words, and all his resolution to resist his Prince's en-
treaties vanished in a moment. ' Not so,' he replied ;
will share the fate of my Prince, whatever it be, and
so shall every man over whom nature or fortune has
given me any power.' Such,' observes Mr. Home,
was the singular conversation, on the result of which
depended peace or war ; for it is a point agreed among
the Highlanders, that, if Lochiel had persisted in
his refusal to take arms, the other chiefs would not have
joined the standard without him, and the insurrection
must immediately have been suppressed, had it even
broken out at all."'
CULLODEN.

"Four days and four nigits were thus passed in a
wretched fishing shed, over which a piece of sailcloth
was stretched, to obtain some shelter from the rain and
cold ; and at night they lay down on the bare ground
without any other covering than the clothes they had on.
At the end of the fourth day, the sea appearing to be
clear of English vessels, they re-embarked, and coasted
for some days along the Long Island, enduring the
greatest privations, and frequently in danger of being
captured by the British cruisers that were hovering
about. Sometimes, when, owing to a calm, they were
unable to land, they were even reduced to the necessity
of moistening their parched lips with salt water, mixed
with a few drops of brandy.
It was near the end of May that they landed on South
Uist, and by that time their condition was such, that it
appeared impossible to prolong their lives unless by sur-
rendering themselves to their pursuers. Enduring pri-
vations of every kind, fleeing from island to island and
from rock to rock, tormented by hunger and thirst, un-
protected from the cold, and constantly exposed to every
kind of weather, Charles had displayed throughout, not
only firmness, but cheerfulness. His companions ac-
knowledge with one voice, that not one of the party dis-
played more courage amid dangers and sufferings of
every kind, or more readiness to snatch at every little
incident that might afford a momentary diversion to his
drooping crew. Mention has already been made of his
skill in dressing fish and baking cakes. When their
pipes were all broken, he taught them to supply the loss
by means of quills, which he stuck into one another, and
thus frequently manufactured for himself a hookah of a
very respectable length. When the rest of the party
were sinking under their sufihrings, he frequently suc-
ceeded in reviving their courage, by holding out the
hopes of more fortunate times, or by singing to them
some of their own national airs. With all his efforts,
however, to bear up against his sufferings, it became
evident to his faithful followers that his health was be-
ginning to give way. He had hitherto escaped his pur-
suers only by constantly changing his place of refuge,
but how was he to continue to do so, if he fell seriously
ill ? "

THE CHILD OF THE ISLANDS. A Poem.
By the Hon. Mrs. Norton.
There is an old saying, " It is always the darkest
the hour before dawn." We know not if it is literally
the case, but in daily life we find it a rule without
exception. When the clouds of despair gather around,
and we are lost in the gloomy darkness, then the star
of Hope shines forth with heavenly beams, and lights
our onward path,—when the heavy weight of guilt
and shame bows down the trembling sinner, till the
burden becomes intolerable, then the angel of mercy
appears " with healing on his wings," and peace
again enters the troubled heart. In all the various
changes of life we will find it ever thus. The lad-
der of joy ascends from the caverns of despair, and
the hapless wretch who falls even to the lowest
depths, may yet find a footing on those glorious steps,
and even by " his fall may rise." Awhile ago we
mourned over the fallen state of the English people,
we grieved to see our outward splendour vainly en-
deavouring to conceal our real distress. The great,
the powerful, the glorious island, was in truth but
" A goodly apple, rotten at the core."
The regal splendour, the commercial wealth, formed
a sad contrast to the awful lists of misery and crime
—it was a gloomy picture—a dark hour, indeed; but,
happily, that darkness which precedes the dawn.
The voice of lamentation arose from the dwellings of
the poor, it has found an echo in the noble
hearts. Charity is aroused from her slumber,
and a universal spirit of sympathy prevails
throughout the land. The cry of suffering has not
been heard in vain—the sorrows of the poor are the
theme of every tongue. We hear of them in the
eloquent discourses of statesmen, we find them in
every department of literature, they add new interest
to the page of the novelist and inspire the poet's
verse. Foremost amid the works of genius dedicated
to this great cause is a beautiful poem, by Mrs.
Norton, addressed to the young Prince of Wales, the
" Child of the Islands."
The name is well suited to the theme. A work
meant to inspire hope could hardly have a more ap-
proprite subject than the fair child in whom are cen-
tered the aspirations of a nation's future. His youth
and innocence are, as it were, a type of the gentle
spirit of sympathy and love, and surely his name may
well find a place in a work relating to the people, for
is not he, though not of the people himself, yet
closely connected with their welfare, not by heredi-
tary right alone, as in the old days of feudal tyranny,
but united by the bonds of affection, the acknow-
ledgment of mutual rights, and the kindly inter-
change of mutual duties. His name shall then be
given, with the history of the poor, and mingled with
supplications for suffering millions, ;we will add a
prayer for the fair boy—
" Who bears upon his baby brow
The round and top of sovereignty."
The following lines will show Mrs. Norton's in-
tention in addressing her poem to the " Child of the
Islands " :
Beautiful Royal Child, that art to me
Only the sculptured image of a thought:
A type of this world's rank and luxury
Through whom the poet's lesson may be taught:
The deeds which are by this world's mercy wrought,
Lie in the compass of a narrow bound;
Our life's ability—which is as nought—
Our life's duration—which is but a sound—
And then an echo, heard still faintly lingering round.
It is needless to speak of the beauty of the poem;
the name of the authoress is sufficient. All will
admire the poetic feeling which pervades the whole—
the generous sentiments and noble thoughts to be
found in every page. The following stanzas may
afford an example of the happy combination of phi-
losophy and poetry :
God hath built up a bridge 'twixt man and man,
Which mortal strength can never overthrow;
Over the world it stretches its dark span—
The keystone of that mighty arch is Woe!
Joy's rainbow glories visit earth, and go,
Melting away to Heaven's far-distant land;
But Grief's foundations have been fixed below:
Pleasure divides us:—the Divine command
Hath made of Sorrow's links a firm connecting band.
" The short and simple annals of the poor" form the
chief interest of the work. The sorrows of the sor-
rowing are described with all the minuteness and
fidelity of truth, and powerfully contrasted with
the careless pleasures and follies of the rich and great.
We see the poor artisan pawning the silk at which he
works to obtain bread for his starving wife : his crime
is visited with all the rigour of the law, while the
fine lady wears the gorgeous robe which has cost
such toil and suffering without even paying the
appointed price, and who dares say she steals. We
see the downward course of those in vain battling
with the stream; we are told how precious is the help
bestowed in time; a moment's aid may save the falling,
but who can raise the prostrate?
Oh! there are moments of our lives, when such
As will not help to lift us, strike us down!
When the green bough just bends so near our clutch,
When the light rope so easily were thrown,
That they are murderers who behold us drown.
Well spoke the poet-heart so tried by woe,
That there are hours when left despairing, lone,
" Each idle on-looker appears a foe:"
For hate can scarce do worse, than no compassion show.
After a description of the awful, but also too com-
mon occurrence of a fellow-creature dying of want
and hunger in this civilised 'country, in the nine-
,eenth century, we find the following:—
In short the man was starved—but no one was to blame.
No one:—Oh! "Merry England," hearest thou ?
Houseless and hungry died he on thy breast!
No one:—Ohl " Fertile England," did thy plough
Furrow no fields; or was their growth represt
By famine-blights that swept from east to west ?
No one :—" Religious England," preach the word
In thy thronged temples on the Day of Rest,
And bid the war of faith and works accord:—
" Who giveth to the poor, he lendeth to the Lord!"
Trust me, that not a soul whose idle hand
Stinted to spare, and so declined to save;
Not one of all who call it " native land,"
Which to their dead and starved compatriot gave
A humble cradle—and a lowlier grave,—
Stands blameless of this death before the face
Of judging Heaven! The gathered store they have,
That shall condemn them. National disgrace
Rests on the country cursed by such a piteous case.
It is a consolation to find, in this age of selfish cal-
culation, that there are some who are willing to as-
sert the truth, and to defend the cause of the op-
pressed. Nothing has as yet been done for the poor;
but we hail this demonstration of kindly feelings as
the bright dawn of promise, which shall lead on to a
glorious noon-day. With the following advice to
the " Child of the Islands," we must take leave of
this interesting work.
Keep Thou the reverence of a youthful heart
To Age and Merit in thy native land;
Nor deem Condition sets thee far apart:
Above, but not Aloof, a Prince should stand:
Still near enough, to stretch the friendly hand
To those whose names had never reached the throne,
But for great deeds, performed in small command:
Since thus the gallant wearers first were known,
Hallow those names; although not Royal like thine own
And let thy Smile be like the Summer Sun,
Whose radiance is not kept for garden-flowers,
But sends its genial beams to rest upon
The meanest blushing bud in way-side bowers.
Earth's principalites, and thrones, and powers,
If Heaven's true delegates on earth they be,
Should copy Heaven; which giveth fertile showers,
The dew, the warmth, the balm, the breezes free,
Not to one Mass alone—but all humanity!

" Two circumstances operated at the very outset to
the disadvantage of the Jacobites. The ground occu-
pied by them was somewhat lower than that on which
the enemy had formed, and a heavy fall of rain and
snow was driven by a strong north-west wind right into
the faces of the Highlanders. Nevertheless, the Prince
opened a canonade,iwhich was immediately answered by
the Duke's artillery, but with a much more deadly effect,
opening wide gaps in the ranks of Charles's army. After
this had lasted for nearly an hour, Lord George Murray
sent to request the Prince to order a general advance to
close quarters ; but before an answer could be received,
the Mac Intoshes, at a signal from Lady Mae Intosh,
rushed upon the English centre, and were followed by
the whole right wing of the Highland army. Through
smoke, snow, and rain, the assailants pressed forward,
sword in hand, with their accustomed impetuosity, and,
though received with a warm fire of musketry and artil-
lery, they broke through the regiments of Monro and
Burrell, and took two pieces of artillery. But the se-
cond line of the English army remained unshaken, and
received the Highlanders with firmness. The Duke of
Cumberland anticipating the attack had carefully
strengthened his second line, which was drawn up three
deep. As the llighlanders advanced, the front rank of
Sempill's regiment knelt down, presenting a complete
palisade of bayonets, while the second rank bent forward,
and the third stood upright. These reserved their fire
till the Highlanders were close upon them, and then
poured in a murderous volley, which threw the assail.
ants into complete disorder. A few of the latter broke
into the English ranks, where they were overwhelmed
by numbers, but the greater part were driven back in
confusion. The chief of Mac Laughlan was killed ; the
brave Lochiel was wounded, but carried from the field
by his two henchmen. The call of the other chiefs re-
mained unheeded, and the whole right and centre of
the Jacobite army irretrievably routed, were pursued by
superior numbers, and drooping from the exhaustion
caused by previpus fatigue, which, in the ardour of
battle, had for a moment been forgotten. Yet let it
not be deemed,' exclaimed Lord Mahon, i that even thus
. their courage failed. Not by their forefathers at Ban-

The declaration of the Pope of Rome against the
poristtuotion of railways in the Papal States has been followed by
a decree forbidding the introduction into his dominions of the
dangerous and heretical process of gilding metals by means of
galvanism;

MAGAZIN ES-(CONTINUED).

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.

"Fraser" appears to be in a most deplorable state of
mind at present. The splendid month which has just
gone, the opening June, with all its flowers and green
leaves, and richest verdure, cheering alike the inhabitants
of the lowly cottage and the gorgeous palace, have no
charms for him ; he rejects every delight that affects
ordinary minds, and resolves to be the most der( rinined
misanthropist in existence. It is a curious fact too, de-
serving notice, because it shows the nature of the dis-
temper, that he does not vent his rage on enemies, he
does not single out a Radical, or a Whig, or a Liberal,
or an Anti-Corn-law or a Maynooth advocate, but
attacks his best friends, men who have fought with him
in the good cause, or have become converts. If a com-
mission de lunatico inquirendo were appointed to inves-
tigate the cause of this singular phenomenon he would
not have the slightest chance of a favourable verdict.
Dr. Haslam is gone, but Dr. Monro, we believe, is still
in existence, and the evidence of this mad doctor and
Mr. Lawrence would carry conviction to the mind of the
most obstinate
,juryman. To begin with Sir George
Murray, a staunch Conservative and a most distin-
guished officer, who has brought out a work on the great
Duke of Marlborough. Fraser treats it with the ut-
most contempt. He charges the compiler with imposing
on the public spurious documents, and urges as one
reason for the assumption that they are written in
French, a language of which Marlborough " was not
sufficiently master to keep up a correspondence in it, or
indeed to express himself upon paper with any degree of
accuracy through that medium," though every reader of
history knows that le Lel Anglais studied the art of war
under Turenne, spent no little time of his life in France,
and carried on long wars in countries whore a knowledge
of the French language was absolutely necessary to ar-
range even the most common operations. Another
complaint is that Sir George Murray has not translated
these letters, presenting, therefore, a work totally unin-
telligible to English officers. The whole work, in fact,
is bad. It professes important ends, but "we must con-
fess," says the writer, " that accorlng to our poor judg-
ment they have not been gained at all. The letters now
on our table throw no new light upon any of the great
11 transactions which gave their own character to the
reign and times of Queen Anne." So much for Sir
George Murray. Tho next friend attacked is Lord
Brougham, and his attempt to write the lives of Voltaire
and Rousseau and other men that he had never seen, is
viewed as the most daring presumption. " What business,
in Heaven's name, had he to write the lives of Voltaire
and Rousseau? Voltaire died sixty-seven or sixty-eight
years ago, in the eighty-fifth year of his age, pretty
much about the time that Lord Brougham was born, and
Rousseau died sixty -seven years and eleven months ago,
when the name of Brougham, as a literary character,
had never been heard of." So that, if Brougham was
arrogant in writing the lives of men who were in ex-
istence at his birth, what must be said of Johnson, who
wrote the lives of Cowley and Denham and Rochester
and Milton, and of another biographer called Middleton,
who presumed to write the life of a Roman who died
before the Christian era? The evidence of Dr.
on this point would have been very alarming for the
friends of the "unfortunate subject of inquiry."
D'lsraeli, of course, had no chance of escape during the
fit. That distinguished writer maintains all the high
doctrines of Toryism—he stands up as manfully as
Fraser for Church and King, not forgetting the people—
the best friends of Regina—he is more Tory than
Murray or Brougham, and is therefore more bitterly
assailed. His very look, and air, and gait excite the
patient to madness. "Look at him in the streets, was
there ever such an appearance of a man—such an air of
all that is extraordinary in the human animal? And so
he is everywhere else. Does any man, woman, or child
in England, believe that Mr. Benjamin Disraeli wastes
one serious thought on anything animate or inanimate in
creation, except himself." If this would not have decided
the most sceptical mad doctor, what would ? Critics
in their sober senses discuss the merits of a book,
point out its faults or its beauties, but never descend
to personalities, and we have even been greatly shocked,
when reading reports of proceedings at Gray's Inn
coffee-house, to find the gentlemen of the press so
far demeaning themselves as to describe the air and
gait of the unfortunate patient, the length of his nose,
the colour of his eyes, and the peculiarities which
distinguished him from his judges on the bench,
but there the practice may be excused. In re •
viewing a work it is insufferable, and can be ac-
counted for only on the plea which we have hu-
manely set forth. There is, fortunately, no political
article in the Number, for the place usually occupied
by that appendage is devoted to a treatise by our
esteemed acquaintance, Morgan Rattler, whose dis-
sertations on Horace have delighted every classical
reader. An extract from it, therefore, will not be un-
acceptable It is a treatise on the Italian Opera, and is
written in a style suited to the subject. After describing
the " bevies of beauties" to be seen by the wandering
eye, flitting from box to box, Morgan thus paints the
other sex, among whom he includes the Great Duke and
Epaminondas :
" The contemplation, too, of the older men present,
upon whom age has conferred some of its monumental
pomp, and great achievements, civil or military, have
made the peculiar care of history, is not without deepest
interest. There, for example, tranquilly reposes the
GREAT DUKE in his seat, drinking in the spirit of sweet
sounds, until they have flooded heart and brain ; and
these, the haughty and the soaring, are both soothed into
a resolution of gentle bliss. There you look upon the
one and only human head to which an English gentleman
bows in deferential homage, apart from conventional forms
and conventional propriety, in an orderly state; the one,
and only one, to which the heart and mind bow in the
unfeigned acknowledgment of superiority, with the out-
ward inclination of the brow—the supremacy which
matchless glory, prevailing intellect, and wisest courage,
combined with indomitable will, can alone confer upon
mortals ; you bow to him as the generous Greek of every
district loved to do to Epaminondas, the sole hero of
antiquity, whose might and whose moderation qualify
him to stand forth with the Duke in comparison, for the
eternal blazon of renown to those who love their country.
" There sits the iron man, serene and tranquil ; the
mighty conqueror, of whom it might be as truly said as
of the gentle Epaminondas, Victory followed him as his
shadow.' To me the picture is as touching as that by
David of Napoleon Sleeping ;' made heart-home to
every visionary eye by the lofty and glowing verses of
my friend Simmons ; for I can believe that in such a
scene, and under such circumstances, the Duke's thought
would wing its way back to the passages of his child-
hood, and that his heart would feel his father's spirit was
hovering near. Surely there is nothing fantastical,
nothing forced in such an association of ideas ! The
illustrious warrior could not, it is true, say, like Milton,
of his father and himself,—

" Iniagine it High water, and endeavour to divest
yourself of English prejudice. To be sure, the beach is
open, commanded by ;he passers-by in the rear, and the
telescopes of half the ships in harbour in front; but
then, the strand, for a mile and a half, is grouped with
women of all ages and conditions, from the most fasti-
dious city belle to the shoeless water carrier—age and
infancy, beauty and deformity, fashion and povert-y,
gracefulness and decrepitude, congregated without dis-
tinction. There are no machines--the wooden homes in-
tended to serve as substitutes being " few and far
between," and invariably private property, but each in-
dividual having selected a spot, free from rough stones
and inequalities, to bathe in, with the most perfect sang-
froid proceeds to the task of disrobing herself—the
shelter of a rock, a wrap-cloak, or sheet, being thrown
penance-ways over the head and shoulders, to answer
the temporary purpose of a cabinet de toilette.' Pre-
sently the margin of the river is alive with the most
grotesque masquerade imaginable : here a party of
ladies in blue bathing gowns, and green oiled skin caps,
mince down the strand in slippers; there a band of
young girls rush to the waves, impatient as water dogs
t• be amongst them. At some spots stalwart, tucked-
up attendants are carrying out invalids by force; at
others, groups of children are dipping hand in hand,
laughing as gleefully as if playing at bathing in the
corn• fields ; here an old lady cowers at the water's-edge,
while her maid, with a wooden bowl, extemporises a
shower bath; and beyond, a party are exercising them.
selves in evolutions, of which the methodical bathers in
a Brighten machine can form no adequate idea, plunging,
floating, saimming, diving, with all the fearlessness of
Byron's South Sea Maid.'
My " Theatrical Recollections " by Drinkwater
Meadows is a poor affair. " Adventures of Hereward
the Saxon," by T. Wright, continues to improve. A
tine sOiect, a noble epoch (A.D., 1079), and well
treated. The best paper in the number is, decidedly,
the " Catacombs of Rome "—a terrible but graphic
story of romantic love, perils above ground and below,
faithful passion and rewarded constancy. This is a
capital tale. The review of " Sybil " is a brilliant
feature of this number. We cannot say so much of
Mr. George Raymond's comments on the original
!otters from Mrs. Clive, Horace Walpole, &c. Its
best recom:nendation is, that it is the "concluding
series."

To THE LADIES.—The high and universal cele-
beity which ROWLAND'S RALYDOR continues to main-
tain, as an active yet mild and soothing extirpator of all
impurities of the skin, is, during the present period most
pleasingly evinced. This preparation eminently balsamic,
restorative, and invigorating, is equally celebrated for
safety in application, as for unfailing efficacy in remov-
ing all impurities and discolorations ; anfi imparting a
healthy freshness to the skin and complexion. Its uni-
versally great demand excites the cupidity of unprin-
cipled Shopkeepers, who give the title of " Genuine"
KALYDOR to some compounds of their own manufacture,
of the most deleterious character, containing mineral
aAringents utterly ruinous to the complexion, and, by
their repellant action endangering health. It is, there-
fore, imperative on purchasers to see that the words
" ROWLAND'S KALYDOR" are on the wrapper. All others
are FRAUDULENT COUNTERFEITS ! I

" ' Dividuumpe deum genitor querque tenemus.' "

ROOD'S MAGAZINE.

It is with very painful feelings that we receive
" Hood's Magazine " this month. Since the last
number was published the lamented editor has been
laid in the grave. The hand that was went to guide
the pen is now cold and powerless ; the heart that
beat with kindly sympathy is still ;—the friend of the
poor, the soother of the suffering, is gone to his last
home ! No more shall the merry laughter of childhood
re-echo his playful strains, or the cold and selfish
pause to listen and grow wise. Peace to his ashes,
he needs no " storied urn nor animated bust," the
memory of his good deeds will be his noblest monu-
ment. His fame is purer and holier than the grandeur
of the monarch or the glory of the conqueror ; as in
life his writings ever touched the heart, so it is in the
hearts of all that he will be regretted and remem-
bered. While we mourn for his loss, we may find
consolation in reflecting that his brilliant talents were
ever displayed in a good cause. His was the " wit
that loves to play, not wound," we may apply to him
the words of Mr. Smythe, in his beautiful poem of
j"Armand Carrell "

KING'S COLLEGE HOSPlTAL.—Yesterday morning
a sermon was preached at the parish church of St.
DunAan's in the:West, Fleet street, by the Right Rev.
the Lord Bishop of Chester. In the course of a very
irnpres'ive and eloquent appea,l it was stated that " the
Committee being most unwilling to deprive the poor of
any portion of the benefits which they have hitherto de-
rived from the King's College Hospital, have resolved
that no efforts on their part shall be wanting to preclude
the necessity of a measure so much to be deprecated.
They have considered that the object to be kept in view
not merely to provide for the immediate deficiency,
but to raise such a sum as, when vested in Ciovernment
securities, may be drawn upon from time, to time, to
in et the necessities of each year, until the annual in-
come of the Hospital shall have renche--1 an amount equal
to its expenditure. For this purpose the Committee
col,ceivc that not less than 15,0001. will be necessary ;
and `then they recollect the ample fonds originally sub-
scribed for the establishment mid fitting up of the Hos-
pital, they cannot but entertain a sanguine hope that
thir present appeal will be liberally responded to." The
collection, at the conclusion of Divine service, amounted
to a very satisfactory'sum.

LADY HESTER F.:lTaNnorr.—Lady Hester Stan.
h .pe is a name tolwably familiar to most readers, but of
the extraordinary individual to whom it belonged, only
the most ma:evellous and untrustworthy narratives have
hitherto been made public. Yet few characters (and as-
suredly female) of modern times present such re-
marke,ole features. Public curiosity, which has been so
coff.pletely baffled respecting her, is now about to be
fatly satisfied. The life of the eccentric, yet noble-
minded niece of William Pitt, and grand-daughter of
the Earl of Chatham, is about to be published from ma-
terials of singular interest, preserved by a gentleman who
resided with her Ladyship for many years in her retreat
on Mount Lebanon, enjoying her confidence and her
friendship, and, therefore, intimately acquainted with all
her affairs. We are led to expect a work which cannot
fail of attracting general attention—as much from the
curious picture it will convey of life in the East (of
which no other European had such experience) as from
the publication of Lady Hester Stanhope's opinions and
reminiscences respecting some of the noblest families
in England, and the state of parties, of which she ob-
tained a thorough knowledge during the life-time of, her
celebrated uncle.

" Oh, ill could we spare him, who, in woo or in weal,
Was the foremost to succour, the foremost to feel ;
But we cannot lament—his blessing is sure,
Who fought the good fight of the feeble and poor."
In an account of the character of the late editor,
the conductors of the Magazine observe " that
every endeavour will be made to carry it on in
the admirable spirit of kindness to all men, in
which it was projected ; its founder has passed
away, but his spirit will still breathe in its pages."
The name of the new editor will be a suttcient
guarantee for this assurance ; Charles Roxvcroft
is already well known to the public, not only as
the author of " Tales of the Colonies," but as one
who has nought by his writings to benefit the cause
of the poor. The first subject in this Number
is the continuation of the " Bushrangers in
Van Diemen's Land." The interest excited by the
commencement continues unabated; it is a wild and
exciting tale, described with great animation. " The
Genius of Landscape Painting" contains much to
interest both amateurs and painters. "Chronicles of
the Fleet" will amuse the lovers of fiction, while po-
liticians will be glad to find a paper on Labour and
Wages, and another on the "Relations of Rich and
Poor." "David Teniers" is an amusing sketch, and
a " Reminiscence" is calculated to delight the ro•
mantic. To judge from the present number, this
magazine bids fair to rival all competitors either in
information or amusement.

AINSWORTH'S MAGAZINE. No. 41.
This month's Number is an attractive specimen
of the varied matter and entertainment which Mr.
Ainsworth so well understands the art of periodically
providing for his readers. It commences, however,
inauspiciously, with a wretched etching of " The
Incantati9n," pertai▪
ning to a story called " The
Magician and the Favourite," in the very worst
taste and compositi▪
on
is of the very careless artist
whose nom dc guerre is Phiz. The Arabian astro-
loger a sort of White Conduit House masquerade
caricature of " Merlin," or " Mother Goose"—a left
handed impostor, destitute of all interest, dignity, or
character. The Royal favourite is a private-theatrical
piece of chivalry, mean, spider-legged, and insipid ;
an occasional Hamlet, enacted by some his-
trionic tailor. How such a monstrosity can
have been permitted to find an asylum within
covers that are adorned by the spirited allegorical
composition of Tony Johannot (making all allow-
ances for its heraldic absurdities, which, by the way,
are far less permanent and less ludicrous than the
stone anomalies which disgrace the front of the two

FURIOUS DRIVING.—On Thursday night, at eleven
o'clock, whilst the carriage of Lord Charles Beaucleik WOO Main
through Halkln-street, it was met by a cab, the shaft of which
entered the chest of one of Lord Charles's horses, and killed it on
the spot. This accident was owing to the too common abuse of
hard driving. The cab was proceeding at a furious pace, and came
suddenly on Lord Charles's carriage on turning a corner. The
animal was, we regret to learn, a very fiqe blood horse of. great

value.
Ain accident, which had nearly proved of serious
consequence to Mr. Rodwell, the composer, occurred on Thursday
night. He was returning home, about twelve o'clock, to his house
in Thurloe.place, Old Brompton, when, in consequence of the
darkness of the road, immediately beyond the Bell and Horns, the
cab in which he was came in violent collision with a carriage
which was standing at the side of the road, the coachman was
thrown off, and at first believed his leg to have been broken. Mr.
Rodwell was dashed forward against the glass front, and in an in.
scant was covered with blood from severe cuts on the forehead and
face ; had the glass penetrated but an inch higher up the cheek, he
would have inevitably lost his right eye. We think it right to call
attention to the shameful neglect which has been shown in this
district to the lighting of the public roads. For upwards of two
years every lamp has been removed, thus offering a temptation on
dark nights to every species of vice and immorality, if not robbery
—setting aside the almost endless dangerous collisions which are
constantly taking place for want of light. When a daring rob-
bery or a murder has occurred, perhaps the authorities will think
it time to consult upon the propriety of lighting those roads.
A STEAMER FOUNDERED IN THE RlVER.—Yester-
day morning, the Waterman steamer, No. 3, which had just take*
in several passengers at the Westromater.bridge floating pier, was
rounding from the landing-place, and had just arrived opposite the
Duke of B M
uccleuch's mansion, about 200 yards arini, when she
struck violently upon a sunken barge laden with 50 tons of gravel .
belonging to Mr. Monett, the lighterman, in Lambeth, which had
sunk during the night, and there being no buoy to mark the spot
the barge was concealed from view. The iron plates on the lar-
board side of the Waterman were driven in by the violence of the
shock, and the water rushed into the fore cabin and soon filled it •
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have placed a buoy over it to denote the obstruction after it went
down.

PORT PIIILIP.—Some very large shipments of red
gum for the London market have been made this season as dead
weight to the wool ships. A cabinet-maker in Melbourne has
worked up some of It into a 100 table, which competent judges
declare exceeds in beauty the best Spanish mahogany. One party
alone has felled and sawed out 60,00 P feet of the red gum for
exportation.—Adelaide Observer.
It is a very extraordinary eircumstanc:, that Mr.
Thomas Bowles, who was on board the Royal George when she
sunk, and who is now, probahly, the only survivor, should have
heen on the Yarmouth Suspension-bridge during the late accident.
lie was precipated into the water, but was once mere providentially
saved. He is, we hear, about eighty.three or eighty-four years of
age.—Bury Post.
TRINITY TERM BANQUETS.—Trinity Term, in ac-
cordance with ancient usage, being that in the course of which the
benchers of the inns of Court assemble in their respective halls to
celebrate the long.established custom of observing their " Great
Grand Day," as it is called, the different inns of Court have this
week given splendid dinners, which have been attended by the
equity and common law judges, and other eminent individuals eon.
fleeted with the profession. The Inner Temple meeting took
place on Tuesday, Lincoln's-inn on Wednesday, and the Middle
Temple yesterday. Amongst the guests at the latter there were
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new Houses of Parliament), we are at a loss to un-
Iderstand. The sprawling monster at the top of
Phiz's perpetration is, we suppose, meantto be very
c st
appalling; but it is a vile libel on any ne of the
w uoilen dragons, or crocodiles, sculptu out of
wood, within the bills of mortality, at a "Aell-
accustomed tea-gardens." The story is s Cient___.......--N,:•:>,
w ell told, though it has no great pretensio4p, orie A (,MANT
ginality. It relates to an incident in the eavl lift
1/4" '
of the gallant D'Evereux, Earl of Essex (the ne-
phew of Dudley, Earl of Leicester), whose romantic
passion for the veteran Elizabeth was so savagely re-
paid by the vindictive Queen, and so penitentially de-
plored by the haughty and domineering but popular
mistress, the only limitation to whose marvellous
power in England appeared to be, that which forbade,
even to the intense self-will and concentrated
despotism of a Tudor, the resuscitation of that life
which her ungovernable pride and unscrupulous
jealousy had violently sacrificed. The story is an
interesting episode of astrological divination, common
enough, however, in the history of the great men and
women of the 16th and 17th centuries, in the romantic
life of the ill-fated English Governor of Ireland. It
would be but a bad service to the general reader to an-
ticipate the interest he will assuredly feel in the progress
of this brief narrative. "Ana," or "Anathe," is another
of those essays towards the illustration of classical to-
pography, in which Mr. W. Francis Ainsworth has
already approved himself so successful. The story
of " Maude Doughty" is continued to a satisfactory
and spirited conclusion. " Cove Beach in the
Bathing Season" is a good sketch, in one of the most
beautiful of the beautiful coasts of Ireland. It is a
graphic and well maintained contrast, also, between
the bathing accommodation provided on the shores of
England and of Ireland, respectively. Let the fol-
lowing extract speak for itself:—