The Sun.
London, England, 1842-05-02 00:00:00

AIN SW °RIB'S MAGAZINE.

The sale of Strawberry:hill, and the eclat connected
with that grotesque specimen of Gothic architecture,
has had the effect of once again setting all the essay-
ists to work on Horace Walpole—his tastes, humours,
wit, sarcasm, fancy, and so forth. An ingenious
paper on the subject appears in the present Number of
this periodical, in which a tolerably correct estimate is
formed of the lively Whig trifler. The writer, how-
ever, is mistaken in supposing that Walpole was a
man of the world, in the enlarged sense of the term.
He was a man of the West-end of the World only.
He had no other notion of humanity than that it com-
prised some one or two hundred individuals of rank
and fashion in London and Paris. Of all below this
grade he was profoundly ignorant, and had no other
ideas of the " .People," than that they were a mass of
brute animation, created for no nobler purpose than
to be " hewers of wood and drawers of water" to
their aristocratic rulers. A man like Burns would
have perplexed him cruelly. He would have under-
stood him quite enough to know that he was not one
to be despised; his powers of mind would have ex-
torted his involuntary respect ; but he would have
been repelled by his plebeian origin ; and when as-
sured that nature had been the sole prompter of his
genius, he would have stared at him as a sort of sole-
cism in creation. Walpole had a sound, clear head
enough, but the smallest of all possible' hearts.
Healthy, natural emotion—that quickening power of
genius,,-was wholly unknown to him. Such sym-
pathies as he had to bestow were bestowed exclusively
on the artificial and the conventional. Ile shrunk
from the rude vigour of untrained humanity; and a
horse-laugh would have thrown him into hysterics.
His chief objection to Chatterton was, that he was a
Nobody a mere attorney's clerk ; and even the
classic intellect of the low-born Gray scarcely secured
him from his supercilious contempt. Of true poetic
taste he had little or nothing, or he would never
have written in such rapturous terms of Darwin
—the most turgid, empty, and presumptuous of
poetasters. The present essay indulges in- much
lively gossip respecting Horace Walpole's private
habits, and reminds us of the airy, good-humoured
manner of Leigh Hunt. It is, in truth, a- very cre-
ditable imitation of his style. The " Miser's Daugh-
ter" improves gradually in interest. • The description
of the old man's agonies on discovering the loss of his
darling treasures, exhibits more earnestness and sin-
cerity of feeling than Mr. Ainsworth has yet evinced.
But what a ludicrous figure does the Miser cut, as re-
presented by George Cruikshank ? He is not horri-
fied, but is simply making faces, and stands with his
legs stretched wide apart, just like a pair of com-
passes. In his next embellishment, where. Randolph
refuses to drink the King's health over the water, the
artist shows to more advantage. Here he is at home
again, and throws infinite force and propriety of ex-
pression into the countenances of the astonished re-
vellers. Cruikshank should never attempt the heroic
or the impassioned, but stick to the familiar, the fan-
tastic, and the humourous, where he reigns without a
rival.— Verbum sap. The ". Two Minstrel Bands" is
a strange, wild ballad, of German origin. We are
not quite sure that we understand it, so extract a
portion, in order that our readers may judge for
themselves :

I slept one night in the gloomy wood,
The tombs of the minstrels near me stood ;
The birds had lull'd me, from every tree,
The sound of the branches was melody.
And when every eye was in slumber closed,,
When all except anguish and love reposed,
The bolts and the coffins were rattling and shaking,
The bolts and the coffins were bursting and breaking
As wave upon wave on a boist'rous ocean •
Pass thousands of forms, in a wild commotion,
The harpers in troops from the coffin, appear,
. Their harps in their skeleton arms they bear.
Their lips are dry. and their glance is cold,
Their pallid cheeks are sunken and old ; •
.No feeling is in this ghostly band—
They strike at their harp-strings with lifeless hand.
But yet. though they strike and hammer on,
The lisening ear can detect no tone ;
The owlets leaving their nooks are seen, -
While fiends from rocky crevices grin.
Beneath the harpers the g-rass is dried—
The bashful moon must her visege hide,
And ever at midnight thui -tinkle they--
And " Oblivion" is their constant lay.
A tone like the angel's tru'ep is. heard,
',When God had the world's foundations rear'd ;
Through mead and through tree ...what a sound is
rushing,
How joyously is the streamlet gushing
With flapping noise all the coffins close—
The.
harpers reel to their dull repose ;
And new from a thousand coffins springing,
Come Other bards, who are gladly singing
A race for an endless time I see,
Who have suck'd at the breast of. eternity ;
Their eye is so mild, yet it shines like lightning,
Their face with love's rosy tint is bright'ning.
They strike the sounding harp with fire,
They raise it on high—that gallant choir ;
As an avalanche•fall, as a seraph song,
It echoes the spacious fields along.
The waters hear, and th( y cease to flow—
The roses, as if it were spring-time, blow ;
And while the moon is more brightly glancing,
Young fays are around the minstrels dancing.
The tree shakes with joy 'as the 'song is heard—
On his branch more sweetly dreams the bird*;'
And ever at midnight thus sing they,
And " Immortality " is their lay.

" The Tengin Pass" is a common-place narrative
from the pen of Captain Medwin. " Sultan Stork"
is a whimsical travesty of the tales of enchantment in
the " Arabian Nights." Of the " Pirate Knight" we
can say no more than that it is a passable Scottish
ballad. " A Country Dinner Party" is a sprightly
prose sketch, apparently from the life. Charles
Matthews Not at Home," by Mr. Buller, of Brazen-
nose, is an imitation—and not a very successful one—
of Thomas Ingoldsby's style of versification. Among
the critical notices, is an intelligent and generous re
view of Mr. Lever's " Charles O'Malley,' in which
admirable tale, we may assure our readers, occurs
the most graphic description yet.penned, of the battle
of Weite4sia, " Truth and Rumour" is suah-s grace-

ful little allegory that—pressed for space as steraft.-
_
we cannot resist the temptation of quoting it-i=;
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As truth once passed on her pilgrim way; cis
To rest by a hedge-side, thorny and sere.. -
nr
Few wanderers there she charmed to stay,
Though hers.were the tidings that all should hear.
She, whispering, sang, and her deep rich voice ..
Yet richer, deeper, each moment grew ;
And still, though it bade the crowd rejoice,
Her strain but a scanty audience drew.

But Rumour close bv, as she pluck'd a reed
From a babbling brook, detained the throng ;
With a hundred tongues that never agreed,-
She gave to the winds a mocking song.
The crowd with delieht its echoes caught-,
And closer around her yet they drew ;.
So wondrous and wild the lore she taught,
They listen'd, entranc'd, the long day through.
The sun went down : when he rose again,
And sleep had becalm'd. each listener's mind,
The voice of Rumour had rung in vain,
No echo had left a charm behind.
But Truth's pure note, ever whispering clear,
Wand'ring in air fresh sweetness caught ;
Then all unnoticed, it touch'd the ear,
And fill'd with music the cells of thought.

TAIT S MAGAZINE.

The recent visit of Boz to the United States has
furnished a writer in Tait with an excellent opportu-
nity of indulging his powers of good-natured carica-
ture, in a whimsical article, entitled, " Duggins's
Impressions of America." This Duggins, who is no
other than Charles Dickens, is supposed to detail; to
an English traveller who has accidentally encountered
him in Yankee-land, the particulars of his tour through
the States—how he was feasted and flattered in New
York ; gazed at as a prodigy on. the shores of
the Niagara ; lionized in every town along the
banks of the Mississippi; and, finally, how, tired
of being thus made a public show of, ,he ran off as fast
as his legs would carry him, to one of the most re-
tired parts of the country, where he wandered, quite
at his ease, over the vast rolling prairies of the New
World, accompanied by Mr. N. P. Willis, and one or
two more poetical .friends till at length the whole
party were surprised by Red Indians; some of them
scalped, tornahawked, and set fire to at a stake; and
others, among whom were Duggins and "Willis, tat-
toed, and ultimately liberated by their captors. The
whole of these fanciful adventures are related with infi-
nite humour, and in the broad, rattling style of that
renowned veteran Sir Morgan O'Doherty. We quote
the description of the roasting of the American poet
Bryant, and the mock speech of the savage :--- -
"On the evening of the second day we reached the
Indian village. It was a hideous place. -A circle of
wretched, squalid wigwams formed a sort of arena, in the
midst of which was planted the terrible war-pest, with
a heap of resinous faggots at its base. Round.- it -were
gathered the squaws of the tribe lean, cadaverous hags,
than whom Alecto must- have been less revolting; and
Hecate more humane. , .Children,—every, berry littlo
children (1) quite 'naked, like imps of darkness,ra:svled
to and fro, contesting the possession of bones and half-
gnawed morsels with the surly and. ravenous dogs., Im-
potent old men,, toe, sate cowering: at the entrance of
their huts, shaking their withered hands and muttering
curses at us, as,_ bound .and helpless in the middle of the
braves, we were led into- the middle space, and made to
lie down upon the ground; whilst war-counsel' was
held around the pile.
" I'm a gone'coon, I know," said. Mullins Bryan.
" They marked me when I shOt their chief, the great
Bull-turtle as they called him, and my life isn't worth
one of Willis's copyrights. Rut it's a huckleberry
above my persimmon as to what they'll do with Vint s
and so, Duggins, if you get off and return safe to.lstely
York, don't forget to- tell Congress, that Mullins Bryan
died like the American Byron, he is- true, true to-the.
rale principles of freedom, and an uncompromising
enemy of all emancipation !"
" I will, -I will,"- said I, fervently ; ".and write
your epitaph -7-7"
" You'll do it, Bosh,-7-yon'll do it," interrupted Bryan.
mournfully. ." But you'll not do it well-half so well
as I could have Written your'n ; but .that'S past praying
for. Only, if you should, just keep- out all mention of
the very little- children, will you? in respect that thereS
a 'tarnation black little imp- at this moment a-biting of
my leg, and I can't heel him no how." .
" Great men will have their prejudices !"
"At last the savages rose. Brandishing their totnal-
hawks and scalping-knives, they rushed towards us, anch
joining hands, executed an extempore war-dance around
us, to the music of the hideous whoop. That over, an
aged, scarred, skeleton figure, father of the fallen chief,
stood forth, and spoke as follows :
"Children of the Chip-chow-cherry-chow I listen to
the voice of your Sachem. Seven times ten summers
have passed since Smack- whack-eirnigo was young';- tall
as-a warpost ; spry as the mountain cat. His hand *Ai
on the scalp of the Yenghese ; his foot on the trail of
the buffalo. When the squaws cried for meache gave It
them ; his wigwam was full of ruin: But years camo
upon him, and his sinews were as weak as the skunk's
The 'coon sate upon tbegum-tree, and laughed as he
went by, and the father of the beavers was glad—
" But Smack-whack-girnigo had a son, and he was
of the braves. Who was so swift as.Calipashawash, thd
great Ball-turtle of his' tribe? When he- smoked"-the
calumet of peace, his breath Bras like the cloud of the
morning ; when he raised the war-whoop, the leaves of
the forest fell. He filled his father's mouth with food.
He gave him the roasted rattlesnake, and the baked opus'
sum to eat, and he made his heart glad:with the strong
tire-water of the pale-face. But the Yenghese came to
the crooked river, and drove the deer from the prairies,;
the beaver heard them and fled. The redskins dug.nr
the war-hatchet ; they threw fire into the fort, and too
the scalps of their enemies. They came back to the
wigwams of their -fathers, 'but Calipashawash was not
with them, and Smack whack-girnigo has a son nn
more !" •
" Here the old savage paused, and the Indians yelled
revenevildly, with a dissonance more fearful than that of
a-chorus at Drury-lane. .
" But the great Spirit is good. lie loves the Chip'
chow-eh.rry:chow. My young nien have brought two
pale-faces ; and C.ilipashawash shall not go to the far
Luating-grouads alone. The death-song of the Yenghese
shall cheer him on his way. Let my young men lighc.
the pile." --
"Swift as 'lightning this horrid mandate was obeyed.
Thick jets of sinoke began to rise from the crackling
faggots, when the old man turned to ns
•'a-4T
"'The pale-faces are two," said be, "and death o„:1
My young men love to look upon the burning of s).
brave, and the moon, is but newly risen. Which of you
will go first to the war-post and sing his death-songt
that the hears of the other may lie glad ?" •
" 'Before I had tithe to speak, Mullins Byran burst_
out
"If my hands were free and 'a bowie-knife in OW'
you 'tarnation 'coon-faced nigger, I'd tickle your ribs,
without laughing. Ilewsornd'ever, I'm shot if
die like a free American ; and since the best.singetsA, Jta.
go first, I'm the man to break the heart of a nightingale'
So kindle up your fires, you bloody critters, and do your
worst. Duggins, my lad, I'm sorrier for you than mr
self. This is sort o' nut'ral to a down-Easter like me
but you're a straiinger, and can't cotton to the husincs4
no how you can fix it. There'll be talk o' this on Broad'
way, I reckon, anyhow. One comfort is, the Presideel
will be es wrathy as a painter. His shirt won't hold
him, and he'll have them 'lama ',dines lynched before
six weeks are over, or there's nu gougers in Hoboken." „
Mrs. Gore's tale of " Abednego, the Money-lender,
exhibits all that archness:and vivacity of dialogue for
which this lady's fictions are so remarkable. The
sketch- of Mr. Stubbs, 'the picture-dealer, is so like
life, that we can almost fancy we know the man'
" Irish Treason in Paris" is the commencement of fl
prose tale from the pen. of Mr. Banim. The scenelaid in the -French capital, and the present chaptetre'r.
counts the misfortunes of an Irishman who had es
caped by flight the sufferings entailed on all ho!°
who had joined in the rebellion of 1798. The
" Song of May" contains a few striking lines, WI I,lf,
a whole, the poem is somewhat lackadaisical
its tone.. The " Story of the Marquise de Game
is a deeply tragic narrative, founded on fact. 'in'
events occurred in France during the reign of Louis t4l--.
Fourteenth, and have reference to the fate of a heAX
tiful and high-born Frenchwornan,who
at the instigation of her jealous husband,
cumstances of unwonted barbarity. .Cp,see-- of ."'!„,
atrocious character are frequently to foe met with.
the Causes Celebres. , In Tytler's History of Sc°t".
land" the Reviewer speaks in terms of. becoming
spect of this sound and trust-worthy publication, cur'
serving, and with truth, that the historian has "111
every case gone to the fountain-head; taking nothing
for granted, nothing at second-hand, and leaving riof
thing unexamined. This' argues a degree of pole'.
verance, and of actual, time-consuming drudgerf,
through which nothing sztve ardent enthusiasm in the
pursuit could have carried an author. The results,
are-corresponding. We have a work valuable for the:
primary quality of all history—authenticity, accuranfi'
and fulness in the detail of facts."

POLY7'ECHNic JOURNAL.
In this journal we have science and meehanir'
combined with literature, so that it appeals to the
terests of a large and increasing class of readers. 'Pr,
Number for the present month is- ably digested .7,
point of materials ; and among the more generally e_P. •
tertaining articles, we find some particulars respect':
ing " Greece as a Kingdom," the hints for which hay'
been furnished by Mr. Strong's recent work on the
subject. The writer speaks in the most animated tern
of the climate and soil of this celebrated country, clr
serving, of the latter, that it ". is so rich that it pl.':
duces in abundance the principal wants of the inlialw
tants, repaying with ample interest the most trilling
labour, while the crops follow each other in rapid shC.
cession throughout the whole year." He adds, wit'
reference to the climate, that " although geogrePhi-
cally speaking, Greece lies within the temperate zone?
the heat during summer is much more oppressive than
in Bengal, the West Indies, or other countries
ated between the tropics:' This is a remarkable fec,:,
and for which it must be difficult to account. SPeeh..;
ing of the inhabitants, the writer says—" nature .1.
so extremely precocious in Greece,that females fatal
the age of puberty at ten or eleven years, o'3
men at fifteen or sixteen. I am acquainted with ,
lady of one of the first Athenian families, who, thoug'.,l
only twenty-five years of age, has already had 5i);.,
teen Children; eight of' theiti tins, of whom sell,
.are WU 11511* t Asy scarcely sppow ersdiW•

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hrrandmama,_ in the person of a lady not yet twenty-
tour years-old !" It is a singular circumstance that
the handsomest nation in Europe have the ugliest dog
in all Christendom for their king !

TEE QUEEN'S MAGAZINE.
There is too great, a sameness in this. Number,
which, though it consists but of two or three sheets,
comprises not less than three prose tales. The tales
themselves are as good as such things usually are in
periodicals, but as the old song says, " three at a
time there's no mortal can bear. The first, which is
on the hacknicitstibject of "Jane Shore," is the best,
and is, illustrated by
,some cleverish engravings.
Neglected Genius" is .a quizzical account of a silly
young poetaster who imagines himself inspired, and
writes indifferen t verses on the strength of his halluci-
nation. Of course his poesy is ridiculed by the
critics, arid then he discards cravat, turns down
his shirt-collar, a la Byron, waxes sour and sardonic,
and ultimately dies in a windy back-garret, a victim
to the neglect of a heartless, undiscerning public I

BRITISH MAGAZINE.
The long-doubted existence of such an author as
William of Tudela, and the alleged plagiarism from
hint, of the old- poem on the Crusade of Simon de
Montfort, are shown from a comparison of dates,
and internal examination of the two writers, to prove
both points affirmatively, as regards this ancient
Navarrese poet. In a paper upon .`Papal exactions
consequent on Papal dominion," the singular fact is
stated, that in the year 1253 an inquiry was instituted
As to the number of strangers, chiefly Italians, who,
though beneficed in England,' resided constantly at
Rome, whereby it was ascertained that the ecclesias-
tical revenues in England, belonging to Italians, many
of-them boys and idiots, amounted to 46,6661. per
annum—a larger revenue than that of the King.
Swedenborg's adaptation of the Egyptian hiero-
glyphics to the modern discoveries of science finds a
defender and, apparently, able explainer in M. Portal
Of the Asiatic Society of Paris.

ITISH FRIEND OF INDIA MAGAZINE.
Such is the title of a periodical, the fourth number
Hof which is now lying before us, containing inter alia
A view of the Political State of India," wherein
there is a rapid but succinct sketch of the Rise and
progress of the English power in the East. In some
remarks on " The Affairs of India," suggested by
our reverses in Affghanistan, we find the following
sensible reflections :
The war has already absorbed from fifteen to
millions sterling ; there is
.new a deficit of
"":„Ital millions in the annual revenues, and it is on this
froiCn-cP,lrtly, that Sir Robert Peel Justifies the imposi-.
to be ,Te Income-tax. When the Income-tax comes
f Pal", every one will recollect that so,much of it is
or
so much for India. We all know that
Indi
live, btlan"
. S• to us ; we have heard it talked.of all our-
eery gratifying it is to be told about our vast
~
fe„1„„-frl
sense to what we ever did before ; we shall have
'" Ira). for Our vast Indian empire, and that by means of
all Income-tax, the most odious and inquisitorial of all
bodes of taxation ; when this takes place, all eyes will
directed to India , when the tak-githerer comes
round every
eh it half-year. to demand the Income-tax, we
11- have something more to do than boast of our
vast -Indian empire, we shall have to pay for it, and
then it will be universally known and felt that we have
a deep-interest in its welfare ; it will then be our own
concern, and we shall set about •to see that matters are
Pll.°Peliy conducted there, we shall scrutinize into the
proceedings
ab
of the Indian Government at home and
ri a and
not take it for granted that everything is
right, because men in office tell us they are satisfied.

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THE METROPOLITAN. .
The Number before us, like the majority of its pre-
decessors, consists almost exchisively bf prose tales,
with here and there, a slight sprinkling of verse. As
the tales, generally speaking, are good, we do not feel
much disposed to complain, though we still could
have wished that there had been a little more variety
of matter. The " Man without Money," *hat a theme
for the display of pathos one of the cleverest of the
stories; and turns upon the stratagems of a needy
adventurer to win a prize in the matrimonial lottery.
Of course he fails, for the days of sentiment, like those
of chivalry, are past and gone, and-ladies, grown wise
in theirgeneration - no longer throw away their hands
and hearts on • fellows Who have nothing but their
amorous sensibilities to recommend them. Old
South, the preacher, who dearly loved a pun, once
exclaimed from the Vulpit, " 'marriage was formerly a
merry age, but inatrunony is now become a matter of
Toney: If this was true in Charles the Second's
nays, how much truer is it now, when habits of busi-
ness have superseded everything in the shape of
natural emotion ! . In affairs of the heart we now
split upon settlements, where formerly, we split upon
sentiment. From " Savindroog," an agreeable story,
Whose scene is laid in the East, we quote some pleasing
stanzas
When the beetle's drowsy horn
• Winds across the silent lea,
Lre the rosy-finger'd morn
. Throws a bright tint o'er the sea :
• When the moon her orb displaying •
Beams upon the lonely night
And the wolf-dog loudly baying
Seems to mock her silver light ; •
Then We soldiers, ever cheery, -
O'er the rugged mountain roam,
Briskly dancing, never weary,
'.To the merry peal of the hollow drum..
Novo the song, the jc,ke, the story,
Swell around and cheat the way ;
Feats of love and deeds of glory
Graee the merry Roundelay.
Peals of laughter, care 13, puling,
Round their genial magic spread, . .
.• TilLthe day-star sweetly smiling
Tints the grey cliff's mossy head :
.. Then we soldiers, ever cheery,
'O'er the rugged mountaiu roam,
Briskly da.ncing, never weary,
" To'the-merry peal of the hollow drum.
•
-When-.the sun-is fiercely beaming
•' O't•r_the snowy tented field,
e Of the morrow seldom dreaming,
We to balmy slumber yield.
Or, beneath the shady bowers,.
• • In-the jungle- we mcline ;
Strewing life's dull path With flowers,
Culi'd from love and rosy wine.
Thus we soldiers, ever cheery,
the rugged mountain roam;
Briskly dancing; never weary,
To the merry. peal of the hollow dram.

MUSIC.
THE. NATIONAL PS fiLMIST.
Y Charles Dancers Hackett. Consisting of Original
Psalm and Hymn Tunes, Chants, Responses, Anthems,
London : Simpkin, Marshall, and Co.
Jr. Hackett has made an admirable selection of
Psalm Tunes. The fine old melodies of London,
dew St. 'Mary's, Windsor, with the Old Hun-
dredth and Luther's Hymn, are beautifully pre-
served with the original harmonies. The original
tunes need little comment; it is sufficient to read
over the list of names to see that a host of talent has
)erk pressed into the service. This is the good old
urch style of music we wish to see in general use
In bur churches. Hampton, by Dr. Wesley, is a
?Itrfect gem ; so much beauty in so short a space is sel-
`l2nl attained, but we will not attempt to particula-
rize—where all is good, it is difficult to determine
Which is best. The tunes composed by Mr. Hackett
quiet and devotional, and, with one exception, well
._habnized. We wish, however, he had been rather
Innte particular in the closing cadences, and not have
Irltide the &skiing note so frequently descend. The
VOle4'partS are free from this error, and are well
1111 N led. -
•:" the tunes commonly known as the Old Hun-
tirtidth,. the Old Eighty-first, and Luther's Hymn,'
44....aY be cited as specimens. Handel was an admirer
'4. Luther's tunes, and strenuously asserted the Old
Ihndredth to be-his. It is remarkable, however, that
thcMelody-of this tune is assigned to the Hundred
rThirty-fourth Psalm, in all the Lutheran and
th,i.nian copies. The Old Eighty-first, whether Lu-
ers'or an imitation, is a tune of surpassing fluency
Weetness. Luther's Hymn,' as it is customs-
-8.4.9 tailed, is a truly noble melody ; but the words
lifted to it are, as to rythm and poetry, disgrace-
. 114,-.(l6VereL--4` Great God, what do I see and
-e author is deservedly apocryphal. Nei-
kJ,ll iitberans nor Moravians acknowledge the pro-
t/ier e sincerely hope that th's work may induce
1\,,1 sto follow the author's example of giving the
helli sin score, and that it may be the means of ex-
N 1
t,,-„g„ that monotonous and ineffectual custom in our
s of singing in unison. It is much to be
that so many of our Protestant members
Nl:4lced to assist in the service of the Roman
PRei.„l' church. It is a fact that three-fourths of the
b4,y4,; Who go regularly through the masses of
-le,nta „find Mozart on Sundays in these establish-
‘te Protestants.
that if:/clude, we must say it is our decided opinion,
ri,l„
itsietr,''anists were allowed to introduce this sort of
t'"c sung b vcompe tent persons,into our churches,
Propziet id perform their part with more feeling and
rift and instead of the tuneless roar of the cha-
feelin to the utter destruction of all devotional
form tll the congregation, we should have the per-
less tlllee of our church service rescued from the list-
7ernony into which it has fallen.

.Theur. ,German Journals publish a circular sent by the
~34,Nlinistry to all the Governors of the provinces, allud-
- tne appointment of a commission to inquire into the
',?lni2laints of ill-treatment made by some Christian subjects of ex;'! Porte 5m„,,,, and ordering that, in future, the Chris-
-I.3".avn_ sublets of :the Porte, in all parts of its territories, shall
3 • tee so fairly and equitably administered to them, that
prot'Y ma). be no longer compe.led to place themselves under the
ection of
foreign ambassadors and consul!, under the im-
lr,ession tbat justice is not otherwise to be obtained from the
4arkish Igthoritisse