The Sun.
London, England, 1845-02-04 00:00:00

THE DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE.

This Magazine, which is doing in Dublin the part
of " Old Ebony" at. Edinburgh, opens with a lively
paper, the second of a series, called " Tales of the
Trains," railroads having of course produced incidents
and accidents as well as the old coaches, and as

worthy of being worked up into fiction as " railroad
romance." How Baggs, a commercial gentleman,
met the Duke of Devonshire in a carriage on the
North Midland, and how the Duke condescended to
dine with him, and talked politics, and promised to
make his fortune, and how the said Baggs found that
the Duke was not the Duke, but the Duke's " gentle-
man," is all very pleasantly told, and we refer the
reader to it for a passing laugh. " Mares' Nests" is
a well written paper on many curious matters of art
and literature. There was scarcely any occasion,
perhaps, to commence by demolishing the fallacy of
Cowper's line, " God made the country, and man
made the town." As an opinion, it was long ago de-
funct; to attack it now is like slaying the slain. Miss
Barrett's poems are reviewed with a hearty apprecia-
tion of their beauty of thought, and with no indul-
gence for the faults of diction and conceits of language
which so sadly disfigure many of them. Anster gives
tls one of his excellent German translations, the
" Song of Mahornet;" but it is not so effective as
many from the same pen. Our language cannot well
dispense with melody and rhyme • to attempt the
short unrhymed metres generally produces something
that is neither blank verse nor prose ; and we have
little hope of seeing that succeed in other hands which
was a failure with such masters of the English lan-
guage as Southey and Shelley. The other, "Leaflets
from the German Oak," are very good. There is a
quaint expressiveness, for instance, in the following
stanzas from the " Deserted Mill" of Schnezler

It stands in the lonely Winterthal,
At the base of Ilsberg Hill ;
It stands as though it fain would fall,
The dark Deserted Mill.
Its engines, coated with moss and mould,
Bide silent all the day;
Its mildewed walls and windows old
Are crumbling into decay.
So through the Daylight's lingering hours
It mourns in weary rest ;
But soon as the sunsets gorgeous bowers
Begin to fade in the west,
The long-dead ruiners leave their lairs,
And open its creaking doors,
And their feet glide up and down its stairs,
And over its dusty floors.
And the miller's men, they too awake,
And the night's weird work begins :
The wheels turn round, the hoppers shake,
The flour falls into the binns.
The mill-bell tolls agen and agen,
And the cry is, " Grist here, ho !"
And the dead old millers and their men
Move busily to and fro.
And ever as the night wears more and more
New groups throng into the Mill,
And the clangor, deafening enough before,
Grows louder and wilder still.
Huge sacks are harrowed from floor to floor ;
The wheels redouble their din ;
The hoppers clatter, the engines roar ;
And the flour o'erflows the binn.

" The Nevilles of Garrettstown" reaches its twenty-
seventh chapter, and there is a well written review of
" Horace Walpole's Memoirs of the reign of George
ILL." The Number is a very superior one.

UNITED SERVICE MAGAZINE.
The contents of this periodical are by no means of
interest only to the two services—the army and
navy—the general reader may always derive in-
struction and entertainment from its pages. Sketches
of travel, records of adventure, scenes of strange
countries, in strange times, all so different from
every-day experience, and the reality of almost all
we encounter, give this Magazine an interest surpass-
ing that of imaginary fiction. The first paper of the
present Number is an important one, on the " Spirit
of Military Institutions,'' by Marshal Marmont;
there are many suggestions in it well worth the
consideration of military authorities; the remarks on
weapons and clothing seem founded on good sense,
and to be practical also. The rest of the contents do
not require to be detailed.