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MAGAZINES.---(CONTINUED.)
BENTLEY'S MISCELLANY.
The opening chapters of Mr. Albert Smith's " New
Romance of the Marchioness of Brenvilliers," contain
nothing remarkable ; indeed, there was an air of
languor and indecision about them, as would lead the
reader to infer that the subject was not one exactly to
the author's taste. But the present chapters are a
manifest improvement both in point of skill and
vigour. The languor induced by the necessity, or
the supposed necessity, of preliminary explanations
has disappeared, and the story now moves rapidly for-
ward without pausing for an instant to indulge in
superfluous digressions. The subject is certainly not
one of the most attractive that could have been
selected by an English novelist ; still, we think, that
Mr. Smith's good taste and ingenuity will induce him
not to put too prominently forward the more loath-
some peculiarities of this romance of the days of
Louis the Fourteenth, and if so, he may, by the exercise
of a little management, make it the most bustling
and animated tale that has yet proceeded from his
pen. Leech, the artist, has added not a little to the
comic attractions of the chapters before us, by his
whimsical illustration of " The Students enlightening
Maitre Picard," who cuts a most deplorable figure,
drawn up as he is to the top of the ceiling on a slight
wooden bench, which threatens momentarily to give
way, and add to the agreeabilities of those who sit be-
neath them. " Sapho and Phaon " is one of those
numerous rhymed legions with which the press has
lately teemed, in imitation of Tom Ingoldsby. It is
exceedingly long, and we should be doing the author
no ordinary injustice if we were to say there was any-
thing brilliant in it. " The Postbag " is a series of
eccentric correspondence chiefly relating to the
drama, which has been furnished to the editor by Mr.
R. B. Peake. The perusal of this most unaccount-
able series of dramatic letters, is another striking
illustration of the soundness of old Gifford's aphorism,
that " there is no sounding the depths of human folly."
" Crockford and Crockford's" is seasoned with several
saucy personalities respecting this notorious gambler,
who, by means of his splendid establishment in St.
James's-street, and his luck at Tattersall's and New-
market, realised, it is supposed, an amount of capital
scarcely exceeded even by the late Duke of Cleve-
land. The article about " Crockford and Crockford's"
reads off lightly enough, hut for much of it we are
indebted to a little book which ran the rounds of the
press some years ago, under the taking title of " The
Clubs of London." Miss Louisa Stewart Costello, in
her present series of " Sketches of Legendary Cities,"
furnishes us with some curious particulars respecting
the city of Bath. Of course it is utterly impossible
that she can tell us anything new or original on so
hackneyed a theme, still she has a mode of refreshing
common-places, and throwing point and liveliness into
often-repeated local anecdotes that act as the salt of
the narrative, and enables the reader to enjoy it with
a relish. In casting about us for extracts, we can find
none more interesting than the following account of
a stormy interview between St. Croix and the Mar-
chioness of Brenvilliers, the two celebrated Parisian
poisoners, and the hero and heroine of Mr. Smith's
romance :
The woman retired, and closed the window. Im-
mediately afterwards, he heard footsteps approaching;
the outer door opened, and Madame de Brinvilliers ap-
peared.
A stifled scream of fear and surprise, yet sufficiently
intense to show her emotion at the presence of Gaudin,
brae from her lips as she recognised him. But, di-
rectly, she recovered her impassibility of features—that
wonderful calmness and innocent expression which
afterwards was so severely put to the proof without being
shaken, and asked, with apparent unconcern,
" Wed, monsieur, what do you want with me?"
" Marie!" exclaimed Gaudin, "let me ask your busi-
ness here, at this hour, unattended, and in the apartment
of a scholar of the Hotel Dieu?"
" You are mad, Sainte•Croix," said the Marchioness ;
"amlto be accountable to you for all my actions? M.
Theria is not here, and I came to see his wife on my own
affairs."

" Liar!" cried Gaudin, as he quivered with jealous
rage, seizing the arm of the Marchioness with a clutch
of iron. 'Theria is within, and you came to meet him
only. You know that woman is not his wife: though
many there bo less constant. You would wean his love
from her, and make him cast her upon the world, that
you might be installed as his paramour. You see, I
know all—in another moment she also shall be ac-
acquainted with everything."
Sainte. Croix had spoken much of this upon mere
champ, but it proved to be correct. In an instant the
accustomed firmness of the Marchioness deserted her,
and she fell upon her knees at his feet, on the cold
damp floor of the landing.
"In the. Dame of mercy, leave this house, Gaudin 1"

Sainte-Croix, it need scarcely be observed, was a
practised swordsman. But he nearly found his match
in Camille Theria. The students were, at that time,
most expert in fencing ; and Gaudin was somewhat
hardly driven by the assaults of his antagonist, -who,
with more enthusiasm than science, press on him,
following thrust after thrust so rapidly, that Sainte-
Croix wag compelled to act on the defensive alone for
some seconds. At length the c 7ul calculation of the
soldier, unnerved as he had been by the events of the
last few minutes, prevailed over the impetuous assaults
of his adversary. He allowed Theria to spend his
energy in a series of heated attacks, which he pat
aside with practised skill until, watching his moment,
he made a lunge, and thrust his rapier completely
through the fleshy part of the sword-arm of the student,
whose weapon fell to the ground.

ALA SWORTH'S MAGAZINE.
The " Revelations of London," by the Editor,
which are continued in the present Number, increase
in interest as they proceed. " The Doctor's Fee" is
a good story, well told. We cannot say as much for
the " Phantom Face." It is a dream of indigestion ;
the author should take an occasional seidlitz powder
and shower-bath, and, as Falstaff says, " live cleanly."
Mr. Francis Ainsworth continues his narrative of the
Euphrates expedition, and Thomas Roscoe gives us
an admirable article on the Danish drama. The il-
lustrations of Phiz are very good.

1100 D'S MAGAZJATE.
Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat should be the
motto of this Magazine. There is more matter for
serious thought in many a jest of Hood than in many
a volume of sermons : take the story of the " Christ-
mas Log," in the present Number, as an example.
Are not the following observations of Tom Shovel-
ler, a rustic labourer, earning three shillings a week
by breaking stones on the road, worth the serious at-
tention of all thinking men.
" You. said labour?—Yes—at three shillings a week ;
and you said, apply to the parish.' No, no; no unions
for me; break a window first, say I, and go to gaol.
Much more respectable, and a good deal better feeding.
just compare the living, that's all; look at the ounces,
and you'll see the gaol is the most liberal allowance, and
far more respectable when you comes out."
" I cannot understand 'that," said Biggerton.
" It's easy enough when you knows it," said Tom ;
" When one goes into the union, every body knows he's
become disreputable-and got no friends. All his sticks
and duds is sold, and his wife and children goes in with
him. They're stripped and washed, and dressed in the
pauper's dress, and separated one from the other, and
if they should ever get out again, they've got to begin
the world anew without a mag to begin it with, and the
stamp of the Union upon them; whereas, if a man
poaches, and is eetched at it, he is fined, and of course
can't pay the fine, but takes it out of the county allow-
ance. He's shut up, it is true, but his wife and family is
not, and jogs along, by the help of their friends, until
his term's up, and he is let out with a few shillings in
his pocket for travelling expenses. When he gets
home he finds all his tables and chairs and beds just
where they were when he left them, and ho goes to
work again as if nothing had happened; for rely on it,
catching a hare or a partridge is no crime in the eyes of
the farmer that employs him, unless he farms his own
land and shoots."

A shrewd fellow is Torn Shoveller, and sees through
the humbug of making education stand in the stead
of a good dinner.
" We've temperance tracks, and missionary tracks
and tracks for the times, and anti-corn-law tracks • m
short, they're so liberal with them that the butter-shops
now won't give nothing for waste paper. Why should
they when they gets it for nothing?"
Tom Shoveler is a fair, and by no means exagge-
rated, specimen of the shrewd agricultural labourer,
as distinguished from the mere clodpole ; and the Torn
Shovellers will occasion some trouble to their
" betters," unless those betters better attend to their
duty. The Shovellers understand the full force of
Mr. Drummond's axiom, " Property has its duties as
well as its rights." " Our Family' is continued in
the present Number. The vaccination scene is a
rich one. It is the scoliast's commentary on Hood's
own splendid illustration of " Io after vaccination."
"The Changed" is a glorious quiz on the productions
of the "sentimentalibus lacrymirorum" school. It is
a perfect prose epigram, ending, like a jelly-bag, in a
point. "Mateo, the Hunchback," is an interesting
narrative of the Carlist war in the Basque Provinces;
and " John Strong's Box" is a quaint tale of mystery.
The present number of Hood is first-rate. Its gaities
and its gravities are equally excellent.

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.
One of the liveliest and most amusing stories that
has appeared for the entertainment of the public this
month, is called " A Game of Chess with Napoleon."
The characters are admirably pourtrayed, and the
little foibles of human nature are not represented in
that puritanical and severe spirit which raises slight
aberrations into serious misdemeanours. Our tale
opens with a dinner party assembled in Belgrave-
square ; it is given in honour of a German millionaire,
by a banker, with whom he was connected in some
huge money operations. There are ten guests ; a
short sketch of one or two we will lay before our
readers for their entertainment. To begin with our
host, first let us draw a curtain over his genealogy,
wisely and benevolently considering it either an im-
pertinent or puzzling question ; suffice it to say, he
was a dried up, thin thing, very short and very smart,
but to make up for it his "heart's choice" was redo-
lent of fat, a subject fitting for experiments upon
obesity. By some strange intuition we never look
for intellectual vigour from these full-blown speci-
mens of " the human form divine." Nature is chary
of her gifts, so she prudently dealt out but a small
portion of that commodity called mind to our banker's
cart sposa. But let us pass on to her thin friend,
Clarissa Knaggett. According to her own account,
'
and we always take the word of a lady, she is " all
soul," except, indeed, when she metamorphoses herself
into `0 all nerve." This creature, self-called spiritual,
reminds us powerfully of Dickens s Mrs. Winterly,
and is one of the sketches truest to nature in our
story. The inamorata of Miss Knaggett ii present.
Of course nothing short of a poet could satisfy the de-
sire of one " all soul," or, perhaps, by the bye, the
lady, as the most susceptible creature breathing, had
been, by the influence of the poet, withered into this
nondescript elemental substance. But for our poet,
Skinundgrieff. Of course, he had long hair, or how
else could he have aspired to that honoured name,
and possessed all that outward negligence, .of dress,

------ as; 01.1pxynvas
esw, s-sc, ay9Furoc oubsE Or,e vcrrE.
You would soon see, Sir Peter, how speedily this little
prohibition would put down the most refractory of them.
It would be infinitely more potential than oakum-pick-
ing, short commons, solitary confinement, and such other
little soothing remedies as you and your learned
brethren are in the habit of prescribing fur rampant
offenders of the feminine gender."

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 " g, entle-
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':
line," God made the country, and man
town." As an opinion, it was long ago de-
funct; to attack it now is like slaying the slain. Miss
Binardre theett'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
us one of his excellent German translations, the
" Song of Mahomet ;" 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 sunset's gorgeous bowers
Begin to fade in the west,
The long-dead millers 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 barrowed from floor to floor ;
The wheels redouble their din ;
The hoppers clatter, the engines roar ;
And the flour o'erflows the hints.
" 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
HI." 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 er.tertainment 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 Magazinean 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.

RRITISH MAGAZINE,
This Number contains a spirited article on " Modern
Hagiology, or the Lives of the Saints," and exposes
.the ambition of_the extreme Oxford party in very just

"Nobody but a chess-player can appreciate the strong
tie of brotherhood which links its amateurs. When
men spend much time together, they become accustomed
to each other, like horses used to run in the same coach.
For a fellow chess-player, a man will do that which he
would refuse his father and mother. The habit of
breathing the same air and looking at the same chess-
board creates a friendship to which that of Damon and
Pythias was mere How d'ye do?' This it was upon
which I reckoned. Schmidt and I had played thousands
of chess games together, and barely exchanged three
words. Ile no more suspected me of being a banker's
clerk than of being the King of the Sandwich Islands.
We had mostly singled out each other as antagonists,
because pretty nearly matched; and Schmidt loved me
the more, as I knew, because it was not every man who
would play with him.
" Schmidt was the slowest chess player I have ever
seen. He has been known to sit three-quarters of an
hour over a move, his head covered by his hands, and
then to be discovered fast asleep! In everything he was
the same. Correct as the sun; but a slow sort of person,
for all that. Schmidt was the kind of man who, meet-
ing you in a pouring rain, says, What a wet day this
is!' A wholesale dealer in prosy truisms, anti nothing
brighter; and yet covered all over with a portly assump-
tion of consequence, which famously dusted the eyes of
the vulgar. I had ever been a judge of physiognomy,
and knew my man. How many Schmidts there are in
the world! Excuse my thus moralising at the dinner-
table, if only for its novelty."
We have read the review of " Anti-Coningsby, or
the New Generation Grown Old," and fully agree
with the writer in reprobating the custom of making
personal attacks on living public characters. How-
ever clever these sallies may be, if the habit be en-
couraged, it may lead to a taste for scandal and per-
sonalties in fictitious writing highly to be deprecated.
It would have been better if the writer of this review
had confined himself strictly to his subject, instead of
wandering into other matters, and digressing upon
things not immediately connected with it. But upon
the whole it exhibits a careful consideration of the
matter in hand, and is written in a dispassionate and
careful manner. We subjoin the following extract,
as expressing an opinion of the author of " Anti-
Coningsby," in which we heartily concur :
" The writer of Anti-Coningsby' has only had two
objects in view : first and foremost, to glorify herself
(we are satisfied the book is the production of a woman);
and, secondly, to heap abuse and ridicule upon every-
body against whom she has conceived a dislike. In
carrying out the latter object, she displays a boldness
and recklessness quite as great as that which prevails
throughout Coningsby.' She occasionally, too, shows
great cleverness and power in depicting the ludicrous.
But there is a superabundance of coarseness and vul-
garity ; an utter insensibility to all gentle and proper
feeling ; and a magnitude and intensity of spitefulness
that makes the book, upon the whole, loathsome. No
doubt, in composing Coningsby,' Mr. D'lsraeli was
actuated by some motive beyond the mere desire of
giving vent to his personal spleen ; but the author of
Anti-Coningsby' wrote for no oter motive except
this' combined, as we have observed, with the desire to
puff herself ; and this has been done in a very coarse
and clumsy manner, and is far more likely to produce
disgust than admiration in the mind of a stranger. A
clever shrew, a witty virago, is, in our opinion, the most
odious thing in nature. We heartily wish Sir Peter
Laurie would take these Furies under his care, and put
them down,' together with suicide, Puseyism, and wood-
pavement, against the which nuisances all the powers of
his vigorous mind are at present directed. As an ap-
propriate punishment for these viragos, we would sug-
gest to the worthy Alderman that they should be put
under the same ban with the real, old, original Furies
who ran that tremendous burst after the slayer of Cly'
temnestra