The Sun.
London, England, 1828-10-01 00:00:00

MAGAZINE DAY.

MONTHLY MAGAZINE..
~This. is a• sober respectable number, with one
(*two sensible well-written Articles in it, and not
4feW common-place ones. "The Report from
the Dissection Committee" appeals exclusively
4) anatomists and resurrection men : to them,
therefore, we leave it,. satisfied that they will do
it. justice by a perusal. " The Smugglers of
Yklgesiras" is a tale founded on the incident of a
Young lover discovering that his intended father-
•,l4-law was connected with a gang of smugglers.
4 is clumsily related, and wants a continuous in-
terest. " Metropolitan Improvements" is. a digest f
some late architectural designs, and more es-
leei4lly of one with regard to the Thames Quay ;
is a dry. bit sensible article. " Modern Pic-
4es" professes to he an analysis of " Martin's
fall of Nineveh, " Lane's Vision of Joseph," and
°lie or-two more paintings; its chief defect is its
utter absence of all elevated or pictorial feeling ; the
title discus.ses "Martin's Nineveh" with as much
: Qolness and sangfroid as if he were discussing
.leB of mutton. " Com t of Chancery" is one of a
sties of Papers that have appeared in this Maga-
la4le on the very prolific subject of Chancery abuses.
t diaifigUished as usual by much soundnessand
tagaeity of reasoning., Miss Mitford contributes
VillagelSketch, whose chief merit consists in
:LI simplicity and sweetness of pastoral descrip-
:°4- AMong the minor Reviews at the end of
ke number we find one c,f Mr. Montgomery's
gliniipresence ;" it is too severe and too illiberal
be just; and looks as if dictated by personal.
4.Nike nevertheless, it has one or two perti-
4eta observations. The' following address to
IL" "'Evening Star," is we understand from the
Ilea of -the late Dr. Kitchener :--
' • 'THE EVENING STAR.
The chimes have rung from yon church-tower,
The honey-bee has left the flower,
The hushed wind sleeps, the leaves are still,
And, high o'er bleak Llansaddon's hill,
Gleams from his watch-tower, faint—afar—
The hermit-natured Evening Star !
Heralding to night's wizard noon
The coming of the zenith moon. •
• Sweet Star ! to thee, 'mid ruins grey,
The owl hoots forth a boding lay ;
To thee, 'mid lanes retired and shy,
The twinkling glow-worm lifts her eye;
To thee the wanderer turns and hears
The uplifted voice of other years
Sweep o'er his soul in solemn tone ;
Then sadly-musing, weeps to own
Hove hopes have withered, friends have changed—
Some dead, some distant, some estranged—
Since last within his native stream
Re marked, sweet orb ! thine imaged beam,
And drew in thought's attempered power
A moral from the scene and hour.

Emblem of Hope and Holiness !
What heart but must thy beauty bless ?
What eye but recognize in thee
Some germ of unknown deity ?
A soul divine illumes thy ray., •
Eternity is in thy gaze ; ‘rl
Thy smile the first musician fired, .-7,4
The first young poet's muse inspired, •
Ere yet unhappy Orpheus sighed
To listening woods at even-tide;
Ere Homer sang night's mellow noon,
• The vaulted sky, the unsullied moon ;
The first-born poet hymned to thee .
His song of rude idolatry ;
Zephyr, as 'neath a steep hill's crest
He lay, reclined on Echo's breast, -'!"3
Caught up the wild and novel rhyme,

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Bore it aloft from clime to clime,
And thus, while round the world it ran,
Music and verse were taught to man.
Mild 'Genius of the Summer Night ! '
How oft, beneath thy guardian light, ' •
My school-boy feet have braved the gloom
Of haunted glen, or church-yard tomb !
Where you forlorn old abbey rears
Her spectre figure, grey in years,
Through whose lone court, when winds are still,
Time's awful voice sounds strange and chill,
I've stood with her—the young, the mild—
The blue-eyed Ellen—nature's child !
Night was around us, night above,
And heaven put on a look of loVe,
While, 'neath her sweet expressive glance,
The maid's transfigured countenance
Shone more than nymph or seraph fair,
For tenderness and hope were there.
But youth's gay dream is over now,
The snows of age are on my brow,
And she.—affection's hapless slave—
Sleeps in her lone, unnoticed grave, ;Li,
Watched by the moon in regal car,
And hallowed by the evening star. ;
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Hark ! round their old accustomed tree,
The gathering gnats hum drowsily ;
And night, with finger dim and grey, if
Rath closed the eyelids of the day :
'Tis gloom around, o'er flood and fell—
EWeet Star of Evening! fare thee well !

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
44
The Clare Election" is a temperate and able
4ceount of the strange proceedings that took
Place at this memorable and unprecedented elec-
-I'on. It is manifestly the work of a partisan ;
." one who was an eye•witness of all that he
gteribes, and who possesses no slight power of
'l„4easrn and acute observation. We suspect Mr.
AO to be the author. The following sketch
iq Sir Edward O'Brien, as he appeared on the
'llfitings, is very graphic, and we doubt not,
th4r4cteristic

" Sir Edward O'Brien proposed Mr. Vesey Fitzgerald as
Peoper person to serve in Parliament. Sir Edward had
oa fiirmer occasions been the vehement antagonist of
Vitzgerald, and in one instance a regular battle had
en fought,between the tenantry of both parties. It was
Which
that this fend had left some acrimonious feelings
nich were sot quite extinct behind, and many conjec
'4ed,that the ecal of Sir Edward in favour of his compe-
titor was a little feigned. This notion was confirmed by
the circumstance that Sir Edward O'Brien's son (the
efriber for Ennis) had subscribed to the Catholic Rent,
b it Member of the Association, and had recently made
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vigorous speech in Parliament in defence of that body.
however, probable that the feudal pride of Sir. Ed-
w.rd O'Brien, which was deeply mortified by the defec-
rl:4l of his vamals, absorbed every other feeling, and that,
41Yever indifferent he might have been on Mr. Fitzgerald's
i:*(an yet that he was exceedingly irritated upon his
He appeged at least to be profoundly moved, and
111.1 not spoken above a few minutes, when tears fell from
117 ,Yee. He has a strong Irish character impressed upon
i)"'• It is said that he is lineally descended from the Irish
triPeror, Arian-Borne ! and indeed he has some resem-
-44.4"e to the sign-post at a tavern near Clontarf, in which
"nage of that celebrated monarch is represented. lie
,Quat, bluff, and impassioned. An expression of good-
tai re, rather than good humour, is mixed up with a cer-
rough consciousness of his own dignity, which in his
;:21 familiar moments he never lays aside, for the Milesian
pwait in his demeanour, and his royal recollections
tb;` Perpetually upon him. He is a great favourite with
„,14Vie, who are attached to the descendants of the an-
Ed families of the county, and who see in Sir
sal". rd OTirien a good landlord, as well as the represen-
-,,.. ye, of Brian-Borue. I was not a little astonished at see-
!' "it weep upon the hustings. It was however ob-
t;irved to me, that he is given to the " melting mood"
treoeuP his tears do not fall like the gum of " the Arabian.
In the House of Commons he once produced.a great
by bursting into tears while he described the misery
of Lno people of Clare, although at the same tune his
granaries were full. It was said that his hustings' pathos
was of the same quality, and arose from the peculiar stn'
`elitibility of the lacrymatory nerves, and not from any
v
"Y nice fibres about the heart; still 1 am convinced that

his emotion was genuine; and that he was profoundly
touched. He complained that he had been deserted by
his tenant.S, although he had dt-serred well at their hands;
and exclaimed that the country was not one fit for a gen-
tleman to resiAe in, when property lOst all its influence,
and things were brought to such a pass. 'The motion was
seconded by Sir A. Fitzgerald in a few-words."
" The Boon of Memory," like all. Mrs.
Hemans' verse, is elegant—" Self-love and Be-.
nevolence" a light metaphysical dialogue—
" Letters from the Levant," 'full as usual ofl
description and useful intelligence. The Re-
view of "Field's Memoirs of Dr. Parr" (are.
we never to have done with this subject?) is-
little better than -a peg on which to hang up
some fresh anecdotes of the clever and much in-
jured Doctor. The Reviewer very prOperly,
though too briefly and indirectly, animadverts
on the intolerable twaddle of such pedantics
as Mr. Barker and John Symmons, Esq.
(of Abermarlais, Llandovery, South Wales),
who under pretence of doing justice to Dr.
Parr, have made him little better than a 'natural.
Surely, if ever man was, the Doctor is entitled
to address these gentlemen in the words of
Hotace, " Pol me occidistis,-amici." " Tra-
velling Oddities" is lively and - deSultory ; and
the article " On Playing Punch" ingenious.
On the whole the number is a very superior one.