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London, England, 1842-11-01 00:00:00

said the NewfOundland dog—however, the secret came
out at last.
"Forward, there ! " sings out the first leftenant,
" what is that noise?"
" Why then if you please, sir," says the coxon, "it's
all along of the ship's monkey. lle's got so infarnal
jealous of our nuss?n and fondlin the Chinese babbies
that he's crept round on the sly and give 'em all a
bite a piece! "
In the present chapter of the " Barnabys in
America," the scene of action is removed from
New Orleans to Philadelphia. Major Allan
Barnaby.has been unfortunate enough to make a
slight mistake at cards, by which accidental
blunder he has contrived to win three or four
thousand dollars. Being a modest man, he is
naturally overwhelmed with confusion at the
idea of having committed such an inadvertence,
so packs up and packs off from New Or-
leans with tile greatest possible expedition,
and on reaching Philadelphia endeavours,
through the agency of his clever, scheming wife,
to ingratiate himself with the broad-brimmed,
drab-breeched natives. These incidents are hit
off in Mrs. Trollope's liveliest and most caustic
manner. " Reminiscences of a Medical Stu=
dent" consist of a love-story, told with feeling
and simplicity. " The Five Incumbents" is
amusing, but there is too much of it. It might
have been curtailed with advantage. The re-
mainder of the articles are neither better nor
worse than usual.

FRASER'S MAGAZINE.
Fraser is not quite so good as usual this month,
though containing one or two articles of more
than average merit. The first, entitled " Aff-
glianistan," is one of these ; it is a notice of Mr.
Masson's admirable volumes of travels in this
remote quarter of India, and discusses the pro-
priety of the late expedition to Caubul in a
temperate and rational spirit. The cursory sketch
of Dust Mahoined's adventurous career is cleverly
drawn up, and will interest all who have the slight-
est acquaintance with East Indian politics. For
the substance of the sketch, which is necessarily
much abridged, the Reviewer is indebted to Mr.
Masson. " Midway" is a rambling, desultory
essay—or, rather, an unconnected series of para-
graphs on a variety of themes, scarce one of
which is of the slightest interest, The only
good remark we have been able to discover in it
is the following, which by the bye, is quoted from
Madame De Stael :—" In all circumstances of
life you may observe that as soon as a man per-
ceives you are in pressing need of his assistance,
he almost invariably cools towards you." This
remark is more in the spirit of Rouchefoucault
than of the authoress of " Corinne," who, if' we
remember rightly, does not often deal in such
bitter, truthful sarcasm. From the " Memoirs
of Sir Murray Maxwell," which we regret to
state, are chiefly remarkable fbr their prosi-
ness, we quote the only two anecdotes worth
reading :
During this long interval there occurred but little
either to the subject of this memoir, or to those most
intimately connected with him, of which it is neces-
sary to make mention. Once, indeed, Captain Max-
well had well nigh lost his life in a way which would
have mortified the most casual of his acquaintance,
not to speak of the agony which the accident would
have caused to those more deeply interested in him.
It happened, that in the course of a ramble near the
Devil's Point, at the entrance of Hamoaze, he took,
on a certain occasion, a flying leap over a loose stone
wall that ran in front of-him. The leap was a se-
rious one, as may be guessed when we state that the
height of the wall was such as to hide from the view
of the leaper all that lay beyond till he was actually in
the air. And that which did lie beyond was a quarry
or pit, measuring not less than sixty feet in depth.
Captain Maxwell saw his danger after the spring had
been taken, and, with rare presence of mind, averted
it. He dropped one foot while topping. the wall, so
as to catch the upper part of the coping, and the
stones happening to be weighty, and to hold well to-
gether, he succeeding in throwing himself back again
upon his own ground. In speaking of this narrow
escape he used not unfrequently to advert to another
instance in which his agility in leaping had come un-
expectedly into play. When fitting out the Ulysses,
near Long Reach in the Thames, he landed, on a cer-
tain occasion, with his friend Captain Nourse, and
strolling into the country, came suddenly on a party
of country lads who were practising at a bar. The
two officers stopped to watch proceedings, upon which
the countrymen entered with them into a sort of
skirmish of wit, in the course of which they chal-
lenged the blue jackets to jump. Captain Maxwell
immediately took up the gauntlet, and raising the bar
about a foot and a half above the highest point which
they had yet attempted, he, without any apparent
exertion, cleared it. The countrymen were quite
amazed, while Captain, then Lieutenant Nourse, ex-
cl timed in high glee, " There, you land lubbers,—
can you do anything like that ?"
"Children" is a pleasing sketch, whose pre-
vailing tone is kindly and cordial. The writer is
a great amateur of boys and girls, whence we
conclude lie has long since resigned all preten-
sions to a state of single blessedness. In 00 Notes
by a Reader of History" we find this curious
passage :—" The following is a summary of the
exploits of a Queen of Syria, Cleopatra by
name :—she had been the wife of three Kings of
Syria, and the mother of four. Two of her hus-
bands she had been the death of; and of her
sons, one she murdered with her own hand, and
would have served another after the same
fashion, only he poisoned her instead." An
amiable couple, this mother and son, and
worthy to compare with Agrippina, and
her respectable first-born, Nero ! " Hoaxing
Histories" is a passable story, in which the
manifold grievances of a fat old gen-
tleman in the Kent-road are related with
some humour. In the observations on the
" Ashburton Treaty" the writer boldly ex-
presses his disappointment at the result of Lord
Ashburton's mission to America, and states that
his Lordship was about the most unfit individual
that England could have selected to settle her
dispute about the Boundary question with the
United States. " Dickens's American Notes" is
a very disparaging review of this sketchy and
gossiping work; some of the Reviewer's stric-
tures are just enough, but on the whole he is too
severe. We quote from the article headed
" Midway" a whimsical anecdote of the present
King of Prussia :
His Majesty, when taking a morning walk in the neigh-
bourhood of Potzdam shortly after his accession, ob-
served an old woman belabouring,a donkey " with all
her means." The beast would not budge an inch,
and as the cart at his tail contained the morning milk
intended for the principal families in Potzdam, the old
lady's perplexity pretty nearly equalled her rage. The
King, after enjoying for a few moments this specimen
of the " contortion of the sybil without her inspira-
tion," approached, and inquired whether the donkey
had been seized with a sudden fit of sulkiness, or was
at 'some of his " old limes." "Ah ! Sir," said the
disconsolate dame, " the accursed brute knows well
enough what he is at. He wants to ruin me. It
being now nearly breakfast time, all my best cus.
tomers will be on the look-out for this milk-cart. I
shall lose every soul of them, and all through the
obstinate malice of this malignant beast. But if,"
here she hesitated and looked imploringly at the
King,—" if a fine gentleman like yourself, Sir, would
assist a poor wo nan, we might manage the animal
between us fast enough." " What would you have
me do ?" inquired the King. " Just lay hold of him
by the ears, and while you tug away with all your
might, I'll anoint his hind quarters with the cudgel,
and off he'll start, nor stop till he has reached the
town." His Majesty did as he was desired, and the
donkey, seeing the odds against him, went on his way
Itt a very tolerable pace. On returning froin his
stroll, the King related to his Royal Consort the co-
mical occurrence which had made him for once milk-
purveyor to the good people of Potsdam. "My
dear Fritz," said the queen, remonstratingly, " when
you were Crown Prince this sort of thing was very
well, and, indeed, highly amusing ; but as King —"
" Nonsense, my love," cried his Majesty, " what
have I done in this more than was done over and over
again by my late father? Many an ass did he help
forward during his reign. SO you see I have a Royal
irecedent in my favour."

PaisoN DISCIPLINE.-A few days since Daniel
O'Neale, a prize fighter, who has fought several
battles in the ring, died in the workhouse of St.
George-in-the• East, to which place he had been re-
moved about five weeks since, on his release from the
House of Correction, Coldbath-fields, where he had
suffered twelve months' imprisonment and hard la-
bour, for an assault of an aggravated nature on a
labouring coal-whipper in the district. The deceased
was better known by the name of Poacher Neale, and
previous to his incarceration was a remarkably tall
athletic man, of great strength, and in good health.
He came out greatly reduced—a mere shadow of his
former self—and his wife and his friends could scarcely
recognise him. When Neale was committed for trial,
the Magistrate said, " You are a giant in appearance,
and possess the strength of a giant, and no ordinary
man can stand up against you." T:fis description of
O'Neale was correct enough ; be entered the prison a
hearty, strong man, in the best of health ; he gradually
wasted away, and when he left his place of confine-
ment he was as helpless as a child. He was removed
to the infirmary of the workhouse, where he lingered
for a month and died. No inquest has been held on
the body, or any information given to the Coroner.
WHIMSICAL PROJECT.—A young lady advertises,
in:a morning paper, for some cancelled postage-stamps
to paper her drQssing-room. She states that she has
collected nearly 16,000, but she finds that insufficient
for the purpose, and will be :obliged to any good-
natured persons assisting her in her whimsical project.