The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1853-08-02 00:00:00

ginning to appreciate.

Every consignment received,

every parcel of goods to be sold, every house, estate, or
lodging to be let, every ship, steamboat, coach, or rail-

way-train to start, everything lost or found, everything
wanted cr to be had, finds its place in the advertising
columns, and therefore no one buys for more or sells for
less than he ought to do—goes without or suffers any
other disadvantage for want of that information which his

newspaper s

;upplies

him so profusely.

"'Tis t

the summer wind dyir

Merrily,
Swings tt

the reel, while the foot

Thrills tt

" What's that noise that I hear at the window, I w

" iisilceiittle birds chirping the holly hush Under."
" What makes you be shoring, and moving your stool on,
And singing all wrong lobar old song of 'The Coolun'?"—
There's a form at her casement, the form of her true love—
And he whispers, with face bent, "I'm waiting for you, love.;

brightly.;

Get up or
We'll rove in the
Merrily,
Swings the whf
Sprightly, and
Thrills the sweet v

the lattice step 1.,
brove while the moon's shine
!erily, noisily whirring,
spins.the reel, while the foot 's stirring;
tly, and airily ringing,
f the young maiden singing.

The maid shakes her head, on her lip lays her fingers,
Steals up from her seat—longs to go, and yet lingers;
A frightened glance turns to her drowsy grandmother,
Puts one foot on the stool, spins the wheel with the other.
Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round;
Slowly, and lowly is heard now the reel's sound;
Noiseless and light to the lattice above her
The maid steps—then leaps to the arms of her lover.
Slower—and slower—and slower the wheel swings;
Lower—and lower—and lower the reel rings;
Ere the reel and the wheel stopped their ringing and movin,c,,
Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are roving.

LITERATURE.

BOOKS FOK REVIEW, &C,

—Books, New Prints, Music, &c.
intended for review, may be left at Mr. C. Mitchell's, Red-
lion-court, Fleet-street, London, addressed " to the Editor
of the LIVERPOOL STANDARD," when they will be forwarded
and receive attention.

The History of the Ho►cse of Austria. London
Henry G. Bohn.
_ _ .

The present volume brings this valuable history
down from the accession of Francis I. to the
Revolution of 1848, being a continuation of the
work written by Archdeacon Coxe, and recently
published by Mr. Bohn in his "Standard Library."
To the history is added a translation from the Ger-
man of a work called " Genesis ; or, Details of the
late Austrian Revolution."

The work which forms the greater part of the
volume is a thing quite unique in literature; for
while its author, Count Hartig, is a Conservative
Austrian statesman, honoured by the confidence of
his sovereign, he criticises the course of the Impe-
rial administration with a freedom unexampled by
any public writer of his class and country, who has
yet attempted to expound the causes of the revolu-
tion which lately shook the Empire to its founda-
tions. The work is marked by great ability, and
the authoritative source from which it comes must
command the attention and respect of all students
of history, both in this age and in coming time.

Hogg's Instructor for August. Number 11. Edin-
burgh : James Hogg.

This shilling monthly has, in its new shape,
made a most favourable impression. Its price
recommends it as peculiarly the magazine of the
bumbler classes, while its taste and value render it
welcome to the highest in the land : and between
the patronage of the two Mr. Hogg's scheme is
sure to succeed. In the first paper in the new part
some happy remarks are made on the literature of
America—the land hitherto of journals and not of
great books. The writer furnishes a fair and feeling
estimate of the works of Edgar Poe—one of the most
richly-gifted poets, and yet one of the most self-
degraded mortals that ever lived—whose utterances
are like voices from the land of angels, but whose
life was blackened by crimes which make the
degraded Chattertons and Savages of the old
world models of purity and goodness. He was one
of those gifted minds whom dissipation robbed of
his true strength, whose genius was the abject
slave of sensuality, and whose tasks were alternated
with the vilest debauches. "Poe, as a man, will
ever be the monster-scandal of the literary pro-
fession." The remaining contributions, including
a beautiful poem entitled " The Contrast "—we
believe from the pen of a young Cumberland poet
named Biggs—are all well chosen and satisfactorily
treated.

The Dublin University_
_Magazine, for August.

Dublin

M‘Gliishan:

The readers of this Magazine will hail with
pleasure the reappearance in its pages, after an
absence all too long, of the name of Jonathan
Freke Slingsby. The last time we had the pleasure
of seeing Mr. Waller was at the opening of the
great Exhibition in Dublin, and the occasion would
seem to have made a deep impression on his mind ;
for here, in a genial paper full of midsummer
melodies, he wanders from the country into the
town, and takes us through the Fine Art depart-
ment of the Exposition in Merrion-square. Listen
to Slingsby's account of—

A REVERIE TN THE PINE ARTS HALL.

You have but to enter the Fine Arts Hall at our Great
Exhibition, and realise, at least to the sight, all that we
who are in the country enjoy through every sense and
every fibre. Go there now, in the hot noon, and, as it
were, Aladdin-like, borne away by the ministrations of
the obedient Genie of the lamp, pass in a moment from
the dry, dusty, glaring town, to the country. Heed not
the statuary grouped before you, nor the gorgeous manu-
factures on your right ; nor let the sound of loom, or
shuttle, or the more distant whirring of multiplex ma-
chine labour seduce you from your path, nor tarry to gaze
at the beautiful offerings which, near you, on the left,
Germany, and France, and Belgium, spread out. Leave
all these, beautiful and brilliant though they be ; leave
them for the present, for they tell of art and of the city,
and you look only for nature and the country ; but pass
on till you reach the walls dedicated to the finest exhibi-
tion of paintings that have ever been brought together in
any city of our empire. Linger and loiter as you
will through these courts, and you will feel,
as you contemplate the works of modern painters, as well
as those of the great masters of bygone days, how the
pencil of the limner can teach the eye to cheat the mind,
and as it were transport you spiritually—nay, almost
bodily—into the midst of those sylvan scenes which their
genius reproduces. Look here upon those glowing skies,
burning with the ruddy hues of morning, and the long
line of sunlight streaming athwart the surface of the
rippling water, as the summits of the tiny waves catch
and break the yellow radiance, till you can fancy the
waves are bridged over with a causeway of light, or that
the angel-trodden ladder of the patriarch's vision has
fallen clown from heaven, and is floating, with its golden
,undies, upon the water. See the fresh life all around—
the flocks straying over the sunlit plains—the steers and
the horses moving beneath the wains filled with the fra-
grant hay, or the yellow heads of the early harvest crop.
Or, look at that most beautiful Cuyp, where the light of
early morning comes more cool and sober over the quiet
scenery. Have you ever seen anything so true and life-
like as that cow which the maid is milking, while the
swain, her lover belike, stands beside her ? And there,
too, in the river, you see the cattle are standing, patient
and contemplative, as they always are when left to them-
selves. There, again, is another picture by the same
roaster. See with what a subdued warmth the light comes
from the clouded sky, all across the expanse of water ;
and the cattle—such cattle as that inimitable artist
painted !—reposing on the low pasture in the foreground.
The shepherd lad is lying in luxurious enjoyment, with
his dog beside him ; while upon the hill that rises steeply
on the right, two horsemen are plodding their early way
to the distant city. * * * Go, my dear
Anthony, by all means ; and when you have indulged in
the sweet reveries which such sights may well awaken,
and thus dream yourself away into the country, forget
not to feel grateful to those who had the good taste, as
well as the boldness, to introduce the muse of painting
amongst the sterner deities who preside over industry
and science.

In the fifth paper on ancient and modern heroes,
we find an ingenious contrast between Belisarius
and Marlborough. This is followed by an interest-
ing resume of that recent romantic biography,
Lorenzi Benoni ; or, Everyday Life in Italy,"
which is said to be one
of those books from which
more is learned than if its materials had been pre-
sented in a more formal shape. Among the most
noteworthy of the remaining papers, is one on the
Suir—the "gentle" river, as Spenser calls it in
his "Faerie Queen," which makes its way by Clon-
mel, adorning the county of Waterford ; and a
ungent article on the proposed Museum of Irish
Industry, about to be established as a memorial of
the public appreciation of the great energy and
liberality of William Dargan.

History of the Byzantine Empire. By George
Finlay, Honorary Member of the Royal Society
of Literature. Edinburgh and London :
Blackwood and Sons.

Four hundred years have passed away since the
final fall of the Byzantine Empire, after maintain-
ing for a lengthened period a precarious existence,
endangered by the onslaughts of the fanatic Saracen
and the fierce Bulgarian. And now, four centuries
after the last of the Ca cars yielded to Mahomet,
the autocrat of Russia proposes to re-establish the
Byzantine Empire—a proposal which he is urged
to make as the nominal head of the Greek or
Eastern faith. At such a moment, therefore, Mr.
Finlay's work is peculiarly seasonable; and it will,
no doubt, be welcomed with pleasure both by the
historical student and the politician. The volume
comprises two books—the first treating of the
Isaurian and Atnorian dynasties, the second of the
Basilian dynasty. The three hundred years, from
A.D. 717 to 1057, which the history comprehends,
is by far the most important period in the annals
of the Greek Empire; and instead of being dull,
tame, and uninteresting—filled with the intrigues
of the court and the chronicles of treachery and

First, we have I

mind, who yet ascended the throne of the

n the empire was threatened
Six emterors had been deti