The Sun.
London, England, 1842-02-01 00:00:00

TAI T'S tVAGAZINE.

This Magazine never reached us last month,
and we missed it not a little, for it is pretty sure
to contain some shrewd, vigorous political writ-
ing, and not unfrequently some pleasing snatches,
by way of contrast and relief. The Number now
lying on our table opens with some speculations
on the " Next Move of the Reformers," who.are
strenuously exhorted to union, as the only means
whereby they can make an impression on the
vast Tory force banded against them: Speaking
of the Corn-laws, " if ever public opinion," says
the writer, " was decidedly expressed on any one
point, it is at this juncture against the Cern-laws,
and for their astant repeal. The array of moral
force, the justice and wisdom of the measure, and
the urgent necessity of allaying the alarming dis-
contents of the .fathishing millions, must have
some • influence even with the Monopolists; and
yet we greatly fear that the prayers of the Peo-
ple will he. if: not openly scouted, then eluded,
and-finally refused. The aspect of the people of
Britain at this moment more resembles that of
the Americans at the breaking out of the Revo-
lutionary war than anything in the recent history
of political movements in this country. There
was great enthusiasin—hearty, honest enthusiasm
4.
---for the Reform Bill; but that movement, if
intense, was much less comprehensive than the
present agitation." There is not too much truth
in these'remarks, however unpalatable they may
be to the Tories. "Thoughts on Anniversaries"
sets out with some truisms respecting the natural,
but scarcely confessed disinclination which mid-
dle-aged gentlemen have to keep anniversaries,
and their kindness to look on them as "imperti-
nent reminiscences." In this essay, the writer
alluding incidentally to the immortal Don Quix-
otte, speaks of him as being " the most respecta-
ble fool on record." It is not in this light that
the generality of readers regard the chivalrous
Knight of La Mancha; and sure we are that
Cervantes never intended that his finest charac-
ter should be that of" a fool." "He shall be a
Soldier" is a tale whose scene is laid in Prussia.
It is penned with spirit and even elegance.
" Catlin's North American Indians" is a review
that does justice to the merits of a very entertain-
ing publication. Prom the " Sony of the
Months" we select a fanciful little poem, entitled
" The Song of February
Weave, weave me a chaplet that's meet for my tears.
Woe is me—woe is me—woe is me !
Weave, weave me a chaplet. The Vernal sprite hears :
The snow-drop, the crocus, the starwort appear,; ;
The hellebore waited to see me and die,_

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And sWeet polyanthus peeps up at the sky •
eeamvbelemneis
To the sleet and the tempest, and cold as the moor
Where shivers and shakes the poor child of the boor.
Submerged are the pastures,—the shepherds complain,-
Clouds cover the mountains,—fast patters the rain,
I am wayward and weary, what can I but mourn ?
Woe is me—woe is me—woe is me.!
Bleak demons possess me, • .
They howl round my walls ;
No festivals bless me,
No mirth in my balls :
My days will be shortened, I haste to the bourne,—
Woe is me----••vvoe is me—woe is me l

_the tit's at the rillon_shbrieing.
What so painful as pleasure to hearts that bewathile?vale ;
the hill ;
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Woe is me—woe is me—woe
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the
tseh splendour--moths pal
water—there
woodlands,enrds o_u rth— erm isnt ldilvsjac;ym spangleth
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in the gale
The robin forsakes me
The noisy rook waketh the hoary-faced morn ;
The plover returneth—the sheep leave the corn.
But wherefore this rapture? My wet weeds will bring
Back the wild winds of winter; thou mockest me, §p • -
Though thy voice fills the air in the tardy
Dun morning and evening still echo but mine.
If I breathe, thy fair blossoms are icy
Woe is me—woe is me—woe is me 1
They. pass from the meadows
Like hope that deceives,
Ere dance to their shadows
The merry green leaves.
Fit emblems to furnish my premature bed.
Woe is me—woe is me—woe is me 1

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