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London, England, 1845-11-03 00:00:00

StTN, LONDON. MONDAY

,t.ZINES-(COIS TIN UED),
AI.\SWOR?H'S MAGAZINE.
The romance of " Cmsar Borgia" is continued in
this number Witt' great spirit. Nut only the interest,
but the managt matt of the narrative, and the style of
the composition, manifest a decided improvement. The
only drawback on the story continues to ue, that in pro-
portion to the degree of fidelity with which the author
follows the track of authentic histroy, his narrative dis-
gusts, owing to the unmitigated and almost supernaturril •
wickedness and bretality or Borgia. " Chaldea," by W. F.
Ainsworth, E,q„ is a charming paper, a spirited Oriental
tableaux, embodying all Vie various and glowing features'
that compose the landseapei of the more picturesque
countries of the East. Palm forests and antique tombs,
ruined palaces, pyramids, and towers, pass in review
before the reader, under a mcst able and artistic arrange-
ment. The •" Legend of Le Petit Saint Albert" is a
spirited imitation of the lamented Ingoldsby. " Schwarz-
kopf the Poacher ; a tale of Bavarian Forest Life," is also
a clever affair, the very mint in which to coin a melo.
drama. " The Mournful Tourn •Iment," from the German
of Uhland, is an exceediagly graceful translation, show•
ing a . considerable mastery over the " When tongue."
" The Gambling Booths at Baden," is a sketch too admira-
ble to admit of being transcribed by extract, for its unity,
like its moral, is excellent. No. 1 of " The Life and
Writings of Nimrod," is the commencement of what ap-
pears to be likely to prove a spirited set of reminiscences.
Here is an allusion to a true sportsman, a gentleman
with whom we ourselves had in cur younger days the
pleasure of some intimacy and neighbourship. Men and
Dogs are both capital portraits—more like they could
be. Alas! Mr. Meager was the last of an excellent
race of really fine—that is, manly, shrewd, and generous
" old English gentle men." We can hear him speak
again in some of the following passages:—
" His tour in this number (December, 1823), comprises
his visit to the Sanderstead and Mr. Meager's harriers, both_
then in the neighbourhosd of that metropolitan Melton,
Croydon. The former were what are called blue mottled, or
ticked hounds, long-eared, slow,. and musical, a breed that
has become almost extinct, owing to the increased desire
fir pace.
" Mr. Meager's bounds were true barriers; and the cha-
racter of the worthy master—now, like blue mottled battlers,
almost extinct—is well described by Nimrod.
'There is another pack of harriers kept within a mile of
this town (Croydon),' says he, `which an aatnirer of hare-
hunting would ride a long way to see. They are kept at
the sole expense of their owner, Mr. Meager, who has had
them for twenty years, and turns them out in very good.
style. He hunts them himself, but is assisted by a whipper-
in, who knows his business well ; but, if I may hazard a pun
on the occasion, there is nothing meagre about them—hounds,
horses, and men appearing to be all well fed, and well up to
the mark.
" ' Mr. Meager is an excellent farmer as well as an excel-
lent sportsman, and is said to be the best judge of a sheep
and a harrier anywhere in these parts, paying equal atten-
tion to the breeding of each. Although in possession of very
considerable landed property, he classes himself with the yeo-
manry of the county. This was the man, however, whom a
monarch envied, as enjoying life without being a slave to
its formalities, and who is often happier than his more
wealthy neighbour, who leaves nature behind him when he
dismounts from his horse, and.has his part to act for the rest
of the day. The former calls for his slippers and his dinner
as soon as he comes home, and if (which is rare) no one
partakes of his hospitality for the evening, he can snore in
his chair, whilst his daughter plays "Those Evening Bells,"
or some other of Moore's melodies on her piano. He retires
to rest at an early hour, and is called by the crowing of the
cock fresh for the occupations of the coining day.'
" From so unsophisticated a character, one would naturally
expect a corresponding establishment, and Nimrod says,
there was no affectation of the fox hound (that curse of
modern harriers) in Mr. Meager's pack ; his harriers, like his
sheep, being of pure blood, and exactly what they should be
VII of power, fast enough to kill any hare, and in beautiful

condition.
" Mr. Meager,' continues Nimrod, is a great farmer, and
having a good eye to business as well as to hounds, never
loses an opportunity of transacting to advantage. Being one
day in the act of capping a favourite hound to a very ticklish
scent in a road, and anxious to recover his hare, a man stood
by him who had some manure to sell, when the. following
interlude took place :
" Yo-doit, Nancy! Have you sold that dung?'
" No, Sir,' said John.
" Yo-doit, Nancy,' good bitch ! What do you ask a

load?
"'Three shillings, Sir.'
" Nancy ; have at her, good bitch ! 11l give
you half-a-crown.'
" 'Can't take it, Sir.'
" Go and be d-- then! Yo-doit, Nancy, good bitch !
She's got it, by God! Hark to, Nancy, hark
" A similar sketch of this celebrated gentleman is given by
an amusing writer (Wildrake) in a recent number of the
New Sporting Magazine.
" 'Few originals in the hunting world,'isays he, have sur-
passed this won by old man ; and no one who ever saw him
in the kennel or the field will forget his love for his hounds,
or his hatred of a hunting parson. His tura-out Seas unique,
with his old green coat, and broad-brimmed hat, and his
whipper-in, such an exact copy of himself in dress and gene-
ral appearance, that you could never distinguish them from
one another, excepting by the large mother-o'-pearl button
which the commanding officer wore by way of epaulette on
his left shoulder. His voice was very deep and gruff, and if,
in beating for a bare, his eye glanced on a jolly red phiz and
black coat on the same horse, his "dog language" was
broken into parentheses by his denunciatii us of the sporting
clergy somewhat after this fashion:—
" 'Ye!) ! dogs yep ! gentle, Rant ipole !—there's a parson—
mind there!—have a care, Bluebell !—I hate a hunting
parson !—yooi ! yooi !—what business has a parson out hunt-
ing ?—yooi dolt, Rarity, good bitch !—why don't he stay in
his parish ?—have a care, Gadabout ! —and take care of the
sick—steady, dogs—steady—or marry somebody—yooi over,
Active!—or bury somebody—Hark to, Challenger !—hark !
forward away!—wish I could ride over him—d— me, how
I hate a hunting parson "
Te," Searchers of the Sewers; a Tale of Modern Lon-
don Undergreund," is an ex cellent example of the profound
sympathy which the most homely materials, in hands as
accomplished as Mr. Charlton Carew's, may be made to
excite. " Minstrel Life in the Thirteenth Century "
pr,sents a poetical picture of the social life of the Middle
Ages in Europe. " The Paradise of Mahotnmef is one
of those disquisitions on subjects falsely assumed to lie
exhausted, to which Mr. Dudley Costello on all occasions.
brinp,s the lights of very extensive end curious learning,
great sagacity, and above all, a graceful and easy style,
which always secures for him the attainment of that
paramount objict with all writers—the being read.
Another chapter of "Ehrenstein," by Mr. James, com-
pletes this power number of Ainswo7 t'es Magazine.

JERROLD'S SHILLING MAGAZINE.
• We have but one chapter of the " history of St. Giles
and St. James" in the present Number of Douglas
Jerrold, and in that the story makes but little progress;
the admirable sarcastic philanthropy of Capstick, and
milk-of-human-kindness philanthropy of Bright Jem, as
developed in their before, at, and after-breakfast conver-
sations, more than make up for the absence of incident.
The following passage might have been written by
Sterne in his happiest mood :
" There's no whet to the appetite,' said Capstick, like
early dew. Nothing for the stomach like grass and field-
flowers, taken with a fasting eye at five in the morning.
'Twas Adam's own salad, and that's why he lived to nine
hundred and thirty.'
" Think you,' said the visitor, chipping an egg-shell,
' think you that Adam, before the fall, ate eggs?'
" I can't say,' said Capstick; but recollecting the things
[ have read, the question would make a very pretty book.
'Cis a pity the matter wasn't stirred two or three hundred
years ago. How many thousand throats might have been
cut upon it ! How many men and women roasted like live
Tsters ! For the wisdom of humanity, 'tis a great miss.
[low popes might have thundered about it! What Te
Deums have been chanted; what maledictions—and all with
he melted-butter voice of a Christian pronounced ! The
syorld has had a great loss—a very great loss.' And Capstick
sighed.
" I can hardly see that,' said It seems to me that
this blessed world will never want something to quarrel about,
so long as there's two straws upon it.'
Why, there have been the Battles of the Straws,' ob-
served Capstick, although for certain purposes they've been
called after other names."
The " Englishman in Prussia," in a review of a curious
and courageous book recently published, entitled,
Prussia Unmasked," gives us some curious revelations
.)f the double-dealing, hypocritical, and spy-encouraging
oeaureaucracy of Prussia. The " Price of a Garter and
`he Price of a Life" is an indignant and spirited comment
upon two items of expenditure recorded in the recently
eiblished Parliamentary documents—the one an item of
4391. 3s. 4d., fees to the officers of the Order of the
; arter on the installation of Louis Philippe; the other,
tn item of 531., paid to the crews of five boats for saving
:he lives of the crew of the Shepherdess, on the Goodwin
sands. Well may the writer exclaim—
" And now, English reader, do you not feel inclined, as we
did, to start with indignant astonishment from your seat—
to fling away, as a filthy thing, this Pailiamentary-sanc-
ioned document—to protest with every energy of your soul
against the system which sanctions such moral monstrosities,
which rates so high the consequences of an unmerited bauble,
and which pas=es almost with, so to speak, a monetary sneer
—a pounds-shillings-and-pence scoff—over an exploit in
,vhich precious human life was adventured—by which pre-
cious human life was saved?"
There is an admirable paper on the " Decline of the
Drama" in the present number, and a bitingly severe,
because truthful article, on the " Egotism of the Aristo-
cracy," who, as the writer justly observes—
"Are very excellent masters of the art of puffing. Few
advertising tradesmen know better how the paragraph is to
be turned. It is often amusing enough to compare the an-
nouncements of the peer and the shopkeeper; the great dif-
ference being that the latter puffs his wares—the former,
himself. In the next column to the alarming sacrifice' of
the tradesman we find the still more alarming sacrifice of
the peer.
" We understand that Lord Thomas Noddy has, with his
usual generosity, returned 25 per cent. of the rents of his
numerous tenantry, Would that his Lordship's example were
generally followed I'
" Now, a great many innocent souls read this and similar
advertisements of landlord generosity without the slightest
idea that the returned 25 per cent. means the 25 per cent.
which it was found utterly impracticable to screw ont of an
impoverished, rack-rented tenantry. The tremendous sacri-
fice' of Lord Tom Noddy and Lord Tom Noddy's tailor mean
precisely the same thing. But anything for an opportunity
of pushing themselves before the public, vaunting their
generosity as tailors and lords !"
The History for Young England" is continued; but
so is not, we are sorry to say, the "Hedgehog Corres-
pondence." We miss the witty, sarcastic cabman, and
crust that nex t month Juniper Hedgehog will be again
,on his stand.

GEORGE CRUIK,SHAA'K'S TABLE-BOOK.
hallway Calls," and Mr. John Bull as "
in The Bottle Imp, holding up for sale the imp " scrip" in
a bottb,, the stopper of which is a stag, are two admi-
rable illustrations of the present number of the Tableßook. " The Legend of the Rhine" is continua with
admirable spirit, and is to be concluded in the next
number. The " Hint to Projectors," suggesting the forma-
tion of an " Every-body-his•own-Balloon-Navigation-
Company," fur supplying all the world with balloon-
jackets, is a good quiz on the bubble mania, and is very
quaintly illustrated. We commend the " Old English
Gentleman in a New Light" to the consideration of
"Young England." The writer takes the old English
gentleman as he appeared in the costume of the days

of Queen Elizabeth, and, after reminding the reader
that there were nu umbrellas in thwe days, he thus

proceeds—
" inagine, then, the Old English Gentleman as be must
have appeared after having been first involved in a cloud of
dust and then caught in a shower of rain. The Old English
Arch was defended by a dripstone; but the Old English
Gentleman had no such protection. Conceive the state of his
chaussure when, with his yellow befits on, he encountered a
p<•ddle, or fancy him splashed up to the ears by a passing
waggon. There wasno cab for him to call, or even hackney-
coach to rush into, when overtaken by the wet, and his only
resource could have been to draw up under an arch-way.
Even that he could not have dune when he had an appoint-
meet to keep; and what, we would ask, must have been his
plight after a run through a regular soaker?' Some idea
of it might be formed by taking an unhappy peacock in the
moulting season, and Fining him under a pump. A spectacle
more pitiably draggletailed than the Old English Gentleman
under these circumstances it is impossible to imagine: and,
to add to his discomfort, his boots must have got full of water,
by reason of their bucket-like tops, which seem to have been
expressly constructed to collect the rain. We omitted to
mention that his hat, or beaver, generally of some bright
colour, was by no means washable, or all the better for a
shower. Nor was the feather in it more calculated to be im-
proved by a thorough drenching.
" In the time of Elizabeth. no less than in this, there was
such a thing as smoke; and then coal, as regularly as in
the-se days, evolved sulphurous acid during combustion ; and
,• such gabs were just as prone as they are at present to tarnish
silver. Consequently the silver lace of the Elizabethan
doublet, after a few days' wear Must have assumed the tint
of a neglected egg-spoon." •
The illustration of the 01.1 English Gentleman in a
shower is very rich. This is a very amusing number of
the Table-Book.

We have not received libeliwood's Magazine for this
month.

- INDIA.
NOTIFICATION.
CALCUTTA, Sarr. 20.—The Right Hon. the Governor- '
General of India, in Council assembled, has been pleased to
make the following arrangements and appointments in con-
sequence .of the Governor-General's approaching departure
for the upper provinces.
Mr. F. Currie, Secretary in the Foreign Department,
to be in charge of all the civil departments with the Go-
vernor-General. '
Lieut.-Colonel J. Stuart will accompany the Governor-
General in his capacity of secretary in the military de-
partment.
Lieut.-Colonel R. -Benson ditto, as a member of the mili-
tary board.
Mr. W. Edwards, under secretary in the foreign depart-
ment, ditto, as under secretary in all the civil departments.
Captain W. Hore will officiate as deputy secretary in the
military department with the Governor-General.
Mr. G. A. Bushby, secretary in the home department, will
officiate as secretary also in the &reign department at the
presidency.
Mr. J. A. Dor;n, secretary in the financial department,
will remain at the presidency.
Mr. P. Melvin, under secretary in the home and financial
del artment, will officiate as under secretary also in the
foreign departments, at the presidency.
Major W. M. N. Sturt, cfficiating deputy secretary, will
officiate as secretary to the Government of India in the
mili-
tary department at the presidency.
Captain R. Wylie, acting first assistant secretary to Go-
vernment, military department, will officiate as deputy
secretary to the residency.
Fort William, Home Department (Legislative),

September 20.
The following Act is brought up before the Legislative
Council this day. The Governor-General of India, in Council,
being desirous that no time should be lost in passing the Act,
resolved, that the rule requiring that no draft of a law shall
be ordered to be published till at least one week shall have
elapsed from the dory on which it was first laid before the
Council of India in its legislative department, and that the
rules requiring that all Acts of the Governor-General of
India in Council shall be brought up for second reading in
two months, or in 'three months from the date of the first
reading, be suspended in respect to the following proposed
Act, and that it be at one passed into law :
Act No. XXII. of 1845.

An Act for Providing—flXerCisCOf certain Powers by
the Governor-General during his absence from the Council

of India.
1. Whereas it is expedient that the Governor-General
should visit the north-western provinces and other parts of
India, unaccompanied by any member of. the Council of
India, it is enacted that, during the absence of the Governor-
General from the Council of India, it shall be lawful for the
Governor-General alone to exercise all the powers which may
be exercised by the Governor- General in Council, except
such powers as may by a resolution of the Governor-General
in Council be exercised by the President in Council during
the absence of the Governor-General, and except the power of
making laws and regulations.
2. And it is further enacted, that this Act shall commence
from the day.on which it shall be notified by an order pub-
lished in the official Gazette, that the Governor-General has
quitted Calcutta for the purpose of so proceeding as aforesaid.
G. A. BUSLIBY,
Secretary to the Government of India.