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tity of matter interesting to tl:

the contents of t

ieral reader. Amongst
class we notice a review of " Hocbe-
n the New World," by Eliot War-

lags, or

England

onde's

ew Sentimental Journey,' and " The
" Elinor Travis" is concluded
The characters of the'
ravagant. " Poems, by

very much to our satisfaction

'e too ext

d with great originality

ught and cc

y good

The Fortunes of To?

h O'Brien

No. VII.

M'Glast

, Dublin, continues its stirring
Interest. Toe characters of Tyrconnell and Myles
Garrett are strongly drawn, and their joint villainy is the
prominent subject of the present number.
The Church of Englund Quarterly Review, Oct.,
London : W. E. Painter, Strand. This excellent Re-
come to hand and contains some valuable
a Review of Anderson's
e read with great interest. We

view has j

the first, in

lei time to a careful

VARIETIES.

&n American 1
1h Annra Th;.

ken out a patent for a be

: weight of the fowls when
! doors at night, and the
eaving in the morning will

removal of that

open Lb(

—ln
_opp9

1 to all who denounce music as

tne pastia
anal, I

le frivolous and sen-
re that its influences will never be

,sioa of tt

pn of wh;c

is caps

a mere aimless amuser

,t, discon-

nected from e

yother utterance of poetical imagination

—Henry F. Ch

INVESTIGATION

—A drunken sailor, in riding through

recently, found himself seized with an iria-
pensity to pitch forward, much to his annoy.

to the complete s

ver his centre of gravit

and far

_
as in any way connected
e fore-lees of his steed

with himself, he swore that t

measured them

Ma. DOM BEY'S ONE IDEA.—The earth was made for
Dombey and Son to trade in, and the sun and moon were

O give t
t their s

Rivers and seas were formed

rainbows gave them promise of fair

for or

inst their enterprises ;

were the centre

onimon

Lew meani

heir eyes, and

A. D. had no concern with anno
)omini, but stood for anno Dombei—and Son.—Dombey
and Son.

)1e re fere r

On the death of Washington,
lowing order of the day to his

Napoleon issued the fol-
-" Washington

oldiers

is deaC

ais great roan fought agai

at tyranny h,

established the liberty of his country.: His memory will
always be dear to the French people, as it will be to all
free men of the two worlds ; and especially to French
soldiers, who, like him and the American soldiers, have
combated for liberty and equality." Washington died
7ossessed of many slaves, and soon after he became Presi-
lent, he entered into a long correspondence with Sir
of-Arms, in this country, on

Isaac Head, G
the subject of

So much for

iberty and

ENGLAND

1772 a ne

v, named
in claimed

n by a

19 r. li

Ile Sham brought

d from the Poultry Compter

him away from Mr

Q inayo

ized the slave and tore

ri action was brought

nit, and the case being tried, it
re Twelve Juc

'oot on Et

America is j

who, after

ople are all me
7-hnnses t and

t as soon as a slave sets

lERICAN TRAVELLING.—Travelling
cheap as stopping at home, As the
r less anti-renters, they live in board-
)on as they leave the expense ceases,

and they begin boarding in
shore: For
them go tw

teamboat instead of on the
steamers at Buffalo, the best of
iigago, 1,050 miles up the lakes,

r £1 1

day to (

SUNDAY IN PARlS.—English people generally think
that iu Paris the ueople attend chuich in the morning,
and amuse themselves in the afternoon. No such thing.
Almost every place of business is open from morning till
night, and workmen pass along the streets to their various
occupations. Mechanics are employed as on any other
day. Every place of amusement is thrown open—thea-
tres, ball-rooms, gaming-houses. No Englishman can
discern the signs of the Sabbath, unless it is that the
signs of amuse,meht are more visible than on other days.
Here is a Sabbath, good Christian people! Heaven pre-
serve us from the like ! _

THE AGE WE LIVE IN.—We live in an atmosphere of
matter of fact, the gloom and dreariness of which we sel-
dom allow to be dispelled by the genial warmth of the
imagination. Everything is grouneed upon calculation,
and that of tie lowest kind. Every step in our progress,
every move in the journey of life, is made with utilitarian
views alone—with the prospect only of temporal gain or
loss. We plod our weary way along, not like pilgrims
and sojourners in a world of trial, but like denizens of a
country which is to be ours for ever, beyond which there
is no hope. We rise up betimes in the morning, and late
at night do we take our rest; and upon what are our
waking thoughts and our last reflections employed but
gain—mean and selfish gain ? The age of chivalry is
gone," and the " poetry of life has fled." Everything
around us is hard, and dry, and calculating; thus even
our works of imagination partake of this strongly marked
character of the present period, and exhibits its results in
striking colours. I ntellcctual triumphs rather than appeals
to the feelings or the imagination are sought after, and
their pages more frequently display sparkling wit, pointed
irony, and clever sarcasm, the feats of intellectual skill,
than attempts to lay bare the recesses of the human heart,
and to analyse those mighty secrets which it contains.—
New Quarterly Review.
A LEGEND OF THE SHANNON.—Of course mystic
and manifold are the legends of this part of the river, nor
is this old ruin without its share of such traditionary lore.
We were told one, not a little romantic. One of its he-
reditary chieftains had an only daughter, beautiful. as all
such young ladies generally are. Many a doughty knight
and prince came to the castle, bent on martial exploits—
rather, perhaps, on errands of love and courtesy. Papa,
at length, began to suspect something, and being very
fond of his daughter, made one of the conditions for se-
curing het hand, that the inheritor of her castle should,
fully caparisoned and mounted on a charger, precipitate
himself from the top of the rock on which the castle is
situated 1 This arrangement, it may be conceived, dis-
couraged more than one aspirant, and cooled down pretty
considerably the ardour of our youthtul lovers. There
lay the beautiful and winding Shannon, and on each side
those rich messuages and lands for him who should first

attempt the deed.✓ Love, which has many traits in com-
mon with other things in the world, is also blind and in-

. „
the point of seizing the extinguisher to place it on his
flickering flame, when one intrepid and passionate lover,
of not very noble blood, armed to the teeth, dashed down
the perilous descent, coming safely to the ground, and
winning his lovely prize.—Dublin University Magazine.
LORD ELLENBOROUGH AND THE BENCH.—The same
honest inflexibility of purpose, which would not brook
suspicion, marked the conduct of the Chief Justice, in the
trial of a horse cause, to which a certain privy councillor
was party. The right honourable baronet took his seat
as of right on the bench, and ventured in the course of
the trial to whisper a remark to his lordship. "if you
again address me, Sir William," was the grave rebuke,
not delivered in a whisper, " 1 shall pl,tce you in custody
of the Marshal." The spirit of the man of rank died
within him before the stern voice of the judicial dictator,
and he shortly stole away from the side cushions of the
bench. The instant submission paid by all ranks to the
authority of a chief who ruled the court and its precincts
with despotic sway," cuncta superolio moventis, ' is said
to have been once exhibited in a very ludicrous manner.
A storm of wind and rain had driven a regiment of West-
minster Volunteers to seek for shelter in the hall, when

" vehemently

" Wttat is the cause of that interruption
demanded Lord Ellenborough. " My Lud, it isa volun-
teer regiment exorcising, your Ludship." " Exor-
cising 1 we will see who is best at that. Go, sir, and
inform the regiment, that if it depart not instantly I shall
commit it to the custody of the tipstaff." The battalion
filed off, we are assured, at the first report, with uumili-
tary speed —Lives of the Judges.
AN EVENING IN BOHEMIA.—Reader, should you ever
visit Prague, forget not to go to the Sophein Inset ; there
twice or thrice in a week plays the Palonihini band. This

tumn evening, when, at the-cool hours, numbers of well-
dressed, cheerful people sit in the open air, under the lit-
tle grove of pollard chestnuts, and regale themselves and
their friends with ices, coffee, chocolate, &c. ; the most
substantial suppers may al,o be had. As tt
draws in, lamps and chandeliers. s

evening

friendly and social aspect. Should you prefer it, you can
saunter round the little island, adorned with well kept
paths and beds of flowers; or on the edge of it, close to
the water, guarded by a row of trees, growing on the
brink, you may choose a resting- place. Through the stems

and branches, some of them dipping into the water,
brightly gleams she Moldau, quivering in the sun's de-
clining rays, and the eye then, finding an opening, may
look out afar, and watch the changing hues and softening
blue of land and water in the distance, while the heart
muses on futurity. hilean. h.le are heard, played with the

,eauty, 1

nest ov

sparkling polkas—these last not the dull imitation fashion
has lately produced, but the true children of the soil, corn.
bitting so strangely sadness and mirth—Sehnsucht and
Heiterkeit—that one knows not which predonimacs. I
should be inclined to say the runner, for I never IrsTETfed
to these tunes without feeling trivte. They.are singular
productions; there is so much expression of feeling in
them, they wind into the recesses of the heart as the chang-
ing passages return again and again, and one could sit and

HABITS OF THE HERON

-The heron is a noble and

resque-looking bird, as she sails quietly through the
th outstretched wings and slow flight ; but nothing

is more ridiculous and undignfied than her appearance a;
she vainly chases the jackdaw or hooded crow who is car-

rying off her egg, and darting r ipidly round the

corners of the rocks

and then every heror

head and looks on the

lert as the peregrine fa

rapid and direct flight, passes their crowded dominion ;
but intent on his own nest, built on the rock, some little
way further on, the hawk takes no notice of his long-
legged neighbours, who soon settle down again in their at-
titudes of rest. The kestrel-hawk frequents the same part
of the river, and lives in amity with the wood-pigeons that
•

the sparrowbawk, frequently has her nest within a few
yards of the wood-pigeon ; and you see these birds (at all
other seasons such deadly enemies) passing each other in
their way to and fro from their respective -
peace and amity. It has seemed to
ring I'

is in perfect

e that the sparrow-

breeding season fre-