The Sun.
London, England, 1845-03-03 00:00:00

D IN UN] FERSITI. MAGAZINE.

The contents of the present N umber of this Maga-
zine are of a very varied and amusing character. It
openi with a quaint and amusing tale of " The Train
for the Overland," by Tilbury Trump, Queen's Mes-
senger. We then have a notice of Baron de Bode's
Travels in Luristan and Arabistan, and then a
student's reminiscences of the "Quartier Latin," from
the pen of one who evidently thoroughly understands
the French people. We believe that in the following
passage the writer has explained the true cause of the
instability of all Governments in France, and the
secret of that constant yearning for change which is
the bane of the French people :
" Youth compressed, will burst like the boiler of a
steam engine. Youth has no vent in France, it accu-
mulates an avalanche of de,pised dimensions—of legiti-
mate and restless ambitions; it contracts few marriages,
families know not what to do with their children. What
may be the real storm that shall move these masses I
know not; but they n ill inevitably precipitate themselves
upon the existing order of things, and overwhelm it.
ells XIV., Napoleon, England, were 2nd are covetotlA
nr intelligent youth. In France, youth is condemned
by the new code; by the evil conditions of the election
principle—by the vices of the ministerial constitution.
In examining the construction of the elective chamber,
you see there no deputy of thirty; the youth of Riche
lieu aad that of Mazirin, the youth of Turenne and that
of Colbert, the youth of Pit and that of Saint Just, that
of Napoleon and that of Prince Metternich, would find
no plate there; Burke, Sheridan. or Fox, could not have
taken a seat in it. Political majority should have been
fixed at twenty-one years, and eligibility leveled to all
e.mditions, the departmenls should not have elected any
but bona tide deputies, not persons without any political
talent, incapable of speaking without maiming gram-
mar, and amongst whom, during ten years,• there has
scarcely appeared a single statesman. At this moment
the whole body of youth is driven to become republican,
because it desires to s,:e in republicanism its emancipa-
tion. It recals young representatives of the people, and
young generals .'

This is succeeded by a continuation of the series of
articles on Ittibert Burns. A pilgrimage to Caldaro is
descriptive of a visit to the celebrated Estatica, Frau-
lein Merl, who exhibits the phenomena of what the
writer calls spontaneous clairvoyance. She is re-
garded by sonic of the pious and devout Catholics as
a prophetess, while, by others, it is considered that
she is possessed by a devil. The following is the de-
soription given of her appearance during her extacy.

Living, yet scarcely breathing ; motionlev, as if the
directing spirit had already fled from the pale and ema-
ciated frame ; present in body, yet, to all appearance,
absent in spirit, and unconscious of all around her; near
me, yet so fair, so inaccessibly, unapproachably far from
me; like one entranced, caught up to Heaven, seeing
and hearing things unutterable; Maria Morl impressed
me, I will confess, as I stood there, alone in her pre
senc, with feelings which I have not words to convey.
Her large full eye, so bright, yet so evidently fixed on
something beyond the range of sensuous vision, directed
upwards as in earnest though submissive entreaty, her
hand4gently joined together before her breast; the small
red spot or scar visible on the back of the hand next me;
her head thrown slightly back, and turned a little to the
right; her hair, of a bright brown, falling in wavy
muses over her shoulder.±, and descending almost to her
knee, her white bedgown and petticoat, so clean, so be-
voming, sa sculpturally simple, her position—in a word,
her whale appearance, suggested the statue of a wor-
►hipping angel, or of a praying Samuel, chiselled by a
master's hand in the marble of Carrara."

She was roused from her extacy by her confessor,
an•i welcomed her visitor by a friendly nod, present-
ing him with a small coloured print, which gave him
the opportunity of observing the stigmata on her hands.
The writer also visited three other patients who were
labouring under the: same disease of Maria Morl,
and who are also considered by the peasantry as
being sub'ect to supernatural influence. The writer
seems perfectly convinced that there is no trick or
collusion in the matter, and if there be not, these cases
are an additional confirmation of the theory of self-
hypnotism recently broached by Mr. Braid. " The
law Mrs. James Gray," is a kind, feeling, and just
taibute to the talents and virtues of one who was a
constant contributor to the pages of this Magazine,
and who, as Mary Anne Brown, had acquired a fame
as a poetess, which will be enduring. She died near
Cork, the 28th of January last.

THE O'DONOGHUE. By Barry Lorrcquer. No. 3.
The Nutnber of The ODonoghue for this month is
not either as carefully written, or as interesting as the
first or second. The author has fixed upon a time
distant by fifty years from the present ; but he is
continually falling into the mistake of applying
phraseology known only in times much snore modern
to the Irish peasantry ; added to which he falls into
Lady Morgan's ridiculous error of putting into the
mouths of his best characters an odd jumble of low
vulgarisms and polite and polished sentences. On
the whole, however, this work promises to be less ob-
jectionable to the. generality of Irish readers than
either of the last two. But the author should' re- '
member that it is not because the Roman Catholic
religion is now held so cheaply in France, that the
incident contained in the subjoined extract, as having
occurred fifty years ago, is likely to be a whit more ,
acceptable in the sister kingdom than was his libellous
portrait in the person of " Father Tom Loftus." In
the present Number he introduces a fire, a stranger,
and a smuggler. The first is a sore perplexer to the
victim—a recent settler from England. The second
of course has the usual amount of mystery wrapped
around him. And the third—but he speaks for him-
self in the following song and dialogue :
Thus saying, Flahault pushed back his chair a-little
Corn the table, and in a rich deep bass voice, which rung
through the high rafters of the cabin, chanted out the
following rude verses, to a French vaudeville air—
giving the final e of the French words, at the end of
each line, that peculiar accentuation of a—which made
the word sound coat, abanda !
Though this information as Ito Captain Jacques'
performance teems of little moment, yet such was the
tact. that any spirit the doggrel possessed could only be
attributed to the manner of the singer, and the effect
produced by the intonation we have mentioned :