The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1842-11-08 00:00:00

WHAT IS THE CHURCH?

TO THE EDITOR OF THE LIVERPOOL STANDARD

respondents, who are now so frequently leakir

g use of the

term—" The Church,"—what is the Churcli? I more
especially ask " Mr. Sherlock," " A. M.," and " Clericus."
Bishops, priests, and deacons, clergy, and laity, all make use
of the term, and yet their writings, speeches, &c., evidently
imply that many of them differ materially in the sense they
attach to it. " Our Mother, the Church ; " " Hear the
Church ; " " The Church ; " " Our Holy Mother," &c. &c.,
are terms in frequent use, and seem to vary in application
and meaning according to the writers and speakers using
them, so that I, and many other Christian men who are not
much skilled in learning are really puzzled to know—what
the Church is.

Therefore, Mr. Editor, I beg to ask your correspondents—
what is the Church? I want a Scriptural definition of the

a Scriptural proof of such definitioni any
other, of course, could not satisfy. " Clericus " seems to be
a learned man; also "A. M,;" and "Mr. Sherlock" has
evidently read a good deal ; I hope that one of them at least
will kindly give himself the trouble to answer my question.
I think, also, that by having this question clearly defined
a great deal of misapprehension would be got rid of amongst
opposing parties.—l am, &c.,

question,

A CHURCH OF ENGLAND CHRISTIAN
November 7, 1842.

The Duke of Sussex and the Duchess of Inverness have
arrived at Auckland Castle, on a visit to the Bishop of Dur-
ham, after having spent a week with Earl Gray at Howick.
Prime welder mutton is now selling in Bishop-"Wearmouth
at 44d. per lb. ; and on Saturday last, in the market of Sun-
derland, an_inferior, but wholesome kind, was selling as low

as 3d. and

There has not been a marriage or funeral in the populous
town of Darlington for upwards of a fortnight : such an oc-
currence has .not taken place for the last fifteen years. In
October, 1811, there were thirty-nine funerals, and in the
last:month only five.

Lord Morpeth has arrived at Castle Howard, where it is ex-
pected he will spend the christmas with his relatives the Earl
and Countess of Carlisle. It is stated that the Noble Lord
is preparing for publication an account of his recent tour in
America and Canada.

The Marquis of Waterford has about 40,000 acres of land
in the county of Derry, on which there are about 800 tenants.,
but until this season there had not been anything done by
them in the way of draining their land on any regular system.
By advice and encouragement, however, held out to them by
Mr. Beresford, agent to the Marquis, upwards of sixty of the
tenants have been and are thorough draining on Mr. Smith,
of Deanston's system, and have already completed upwards
of 16,000 perches of drains, tilled with broken stones.

SINGULAR OCCURRENCE : AN OFFICER DESERTING.--
Captain Archibald Douglas, 49th Native Infantry, was, on
Monday, brought up at iVlarlborough-street, attended by his
friends and professional advisers, charged with being a de-
serter from the service of the lion. East India Company.
He was remanded till Friday, to procure the attendance of
the captain of the ship in which he sailed to England and to
supply other evidence. The proceedings on the part of the
East India Company against Captain Douglas, for alleged
desertion, were resumed on Friday. The captain was com-
mitted to prison upon the evidence, which will be sent to
the Secretary at War, to decide en the committal by the
magistrate.

SINGULAR. PLEDGE.—We have just heard the following.
story, but cannot vouch for its truth. A young woman wen
into a pawnbroker's establishment, not many miles frotcv
Kilmarnock, the other day, with a basket containing a quan-
tity of china, which she wished to pledge with " mine uncle"
for two pounds. After examining the contests of the basket,
he gravely stated he could only advance the half of that sum.
In reply to his statement she said she was a servant, and that
the articles were the property of her mistress, whom she
would require to consult before taking the money. She
therefore left the office for that purpose, and in a short time
returned with the basket, saying that her mistress would
take what was offered. " Mine uncle " again glanced into
the depository of the precious ware, and saw that it appa-
rently contained the same goods that he formerly examined.
The cash was then paid to the woman, who immediately left
the house, and the case was then carefully set aside. In a
short time afterwards a feeble cry was heard by the broker
issuing from the basket, which he again examined, and in
which, to his utter astonishment, he found a fine child care-
fully wrapt up in flannel, and over which a slight covering of
china had been ingeniously placed for the purpose of decep-
tion. The pawnbroker, it is said, applied to the authorities
for a nurse to the little pledge, but was told that, like other
pledges, he was bound to keep it for twelve months, and, if
not redeemed at the end of that time, to bring it to the ham-
mer, like other pawned property !—Ayr Observer.

NEW ZEALANDERS, THEIR STATE AND PROSPECTS.—
There is a striking peculiarity in the character of the New
Zealanders which is very encouraging to the hope of their
ultimate civilization—namely, the eagerness they have shown
to visit foreign countries, and to see with their own eyes
whatever might gratify curiosity, or prove subservient to
usefulness. Even in the days of Cook this spirit of research
displayed itself ; and every one is aware of the difficulties
which in more recent times have been overcome by these en-
terprising islanders in seeking an acquaintance with distant
lands. Mr. Marsden remarks, "My opinion is, that if half
the New Zealanders were to die in the attempt to force
themselves into civil life, the other half would not be de-
terred from making a similar effort; so desirous do they
seem to attain our advantages." It is well known, too, that
they -are proud to array themselves in the dress of Euro-
peans, and endeavour, as far as they can, to imitate their
manners, and even their modes of talking and thinking. The
natives, so lately separated from the cultivated portion cf
their species, not more by their geographical position than by
the deep barbarism in which they wsre involved, are naw
brought into the light of knowleatre and religion, n 1 ai e no
longer ignorant that there are other pursuits than those oZ
war, and other enjoyments than those of revenge. Christi-
anity, which is in every sense of the word the religion of
civilization, has gone forth among them attended by litera-
ture and the arts, and it is not possible that she should not
eventually triumph over all the ignorance, prejudice, and
ferocity with which she has here to contend. Such is the
mild sway which her sublime faith is exercising over their
minds, that it can hardly fail to restrain their destructive
animosities, and aboli6h their sanguinary superstitions.
Perhaps no feeling less ardent than a sense of religious duty
could have supported the labourers in such a cause, sur-
rounded by the difficulties and discouizqements which met
them at almost every step. But their task has gradually be-
t ome easier and more cheering ; while few gratifications can
be equal to those which they must enjoy, when they con-
template, as the fruit of their efforts under a benignant
Providence, a general amendment of manners and a great
increase of comfort among the savage people whom they
had undertaken to instruct.—Edinburgh Cabinet Library,
No. XXVIII. Polynesia.

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just
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poefnthbe p e
laro
at
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sctaer of Public Instruction,
TRIAL
oGrUdileaSrnTgoS Fat
languages
mpiunibnlipi
ftebses osrosrob of
utnhee, livingb y
with a view to the granting a collegiate brevet to tuose most
distinguished by acquirements and capacity. German, Span-
ish, Italian, and English candidates were examined, but to
our readers the conenrsus of the last-mentioned professors
is only likely to be of interest. The commissioners appointed
to decide on the comparative merits of the claimants were
Messrs. Philaretz, Chiles (president), Eichoff, and Ozanam,
who appear to have discharged their delicate trust with learr •••
lug, judgment, and urbanity. The number who presented
themselves for examination the first day was 45, but of these
10 speedily evacuated the field. The ordeal was severe, the test
comprehending an oral explanation of portions of the works
of English authors of the highest class ; a discussion on the
comparative merits of these writers, between the candidates,,ot:ei
one explaining m
certain abstruse or doubtful passages, 1
objecting and explaining in his turn.
some remarkablee
was animated and interesting, and 1
displays of readiness and erudition, and also Co ataf we
ca
wi s -
argumentation
takes productive of much amusement.t dAtlosliasuar'ensamnocna' tti.e.
liay state that one gentleman
rejected), translating from Shakspea.ren
' a reading which
claims are
of Collo_
(whose
you, Sir," rendered it by " Sauve.77
hilarity on the part Of
lauus, where he salutes the citizen ivottAsn:et_inpni, with " Save
he stoutly defended, amid much
auditors. Another ordeal, I the severest of all, was
Lich
perhaps
the assembly, without the
to be delivered instanter to
subject being draw, n b
an extemporaneous lecture of half an hour's duration,
y chance
slightest preparation, the
The questions
propounded may be judged ofby one, which was" A pa-
rallelthos
French and English syntax, their analagies and
from an urn which was placed on the table.
view of
differences." This fell to the lot of a Mr. Dowling, one of
the successful candidates, who showed in its treatment singu-
lar aptitude, powers of elucidation, and knowledge of the sub-
ject. Of the number of applicants, 16 only were admitted
for the honour of the brevet ; and on the whole, this COmpe-
titicin, though not without instances of ignorance and inca-
pacity, has been the means of exhibiting deep erudition and
diversified and brilliant talent on the part of several of the
body. .The
professors in the highest degree creditable to that
successful candidates are—MM. Watson, librarian of the
city of Orleans, and professor at the Royal College; Chur-
chill, professor at the College Henri IV. ; B. Laroche ;
Davist ; Booth ; Dowling, professor at the College Stanis-
baus ; Dubarle, Dronel, Nicolar, Lerambert, Martin, Wil-
kinson, Aubin, Canterel, Veyssier Descombes, and Resee-
Belle Isle. It has been remarked as extraordinary, that
only two of the English professors belonging to the Paris
colleges should have presented themselves for examination.
Both these gentlemen honourably distinguished themselves.
Galignant's Messenger.

The article on Affghanistan is continued from last month,
at considerable length. Those who wish to understand the
question of the " Affghan quarrel " fully, should study this
and the other article which has appeared in Fraser. A paper
entitled " Midway "we do not exactly see the drift of. It
is a rambling contribution, dipping here and there, like a
swallow in the water, into the great sea of literature. It is, how-
ever, pleasant reading enough. The " Life of Sir Murray Max-
well " is continued, and is extremely interesting in its details.
Many breaks in the general history of this country, in its
most stirring time of war, are here filled up. " Hoaxing
Histories" details the miseries endured by " a fat old gen-
tleman in the Kent-road," in attempting to grow thin. It
is not so good as some of its predecessors. " The Ashburton
Treaty" might have been well excused : the public must be

sick of what it never cared about. The y

r enti

" Children "is a graceful communication. "La Venere di

Scampa doglis " is a good story : it is a happy poke at
English fanciers of foreign pictures, " esteemed works by
the old masters." We hope those who did not like our
exposd of picture-dealing tricks will read this story, and " to
supper with what appetite they may." " Peep of Day in
Paris " is too short ; it is literally " little and good."
Dickens' American Notes receives an unkind, ungenerous,

and unjust criticism, tending to do the work itself no harm,
and Fraser no good. Throughout there is a strong smell of
political spice. The following exquisite poem, written, we
believe, by Dr. Mackenzie, winds up the number :

THE BIRTH-DAYS

Since thou wert born, beloved one ! ten cheerful years have
cast
Their shadows into Time, and now—thy life is of the Past.
And three—what dark and lonely ones !—their weary course
have sped
Since, early summoned back to God, thy place was with the
Dead.
The glance that spoke, the winning smile, the radiance of thy

brow,
And every sweet and thrilling tone—their memory haunts me

now ;
For beautiful as brief, alas! hath been thy stay on earth,
And baffled Hope aye loves to muse upon the loved one's

worth;
Affection sadly lingers o'er its broken dream of bliss,
And mourns thee yet, though thine is now a better home
than this.

Ten years ago !—how blithely stirr'd the spirit on that morn
When thou, oh, child of many hopes ! to glad our hearts
wert born.
Was ever deeper welcome than those hearts accorded thee ?
Was ever more resemblance than all eyes would fainly see ?
Oh, fond ones were around thee ! and no dearer task than

this
To press thy lips to theirs and give the primal kiss.
We counted first thy life by days, which grew to happy

years,
And ever when our hopes were dull'd, thy smiles dispersed

our fears ;
A solace wert thou, lovely one ! Above a grave of mine
Methought thy tears would fall ; alas ! I now weep over
thine.

And when—oh! far beyond thy years—thy searching spirit
sought
In song and story the rich gem which lofty Genius brought,
Oh! what a whirl of joy was ours to dream what time would
bring—

To think how bright thy summer whe❑ thus budding was
_thy spring!

Then, as the circling year's return thy birthday brought

.., ,
Far distant were all auguries of sorrow or of pain.
We saw thee bright, we knew thee dear, nor thought that
there could be

The mortal taint of ill or death in aught so fair as thee.
That was a holyday of love the circling year brought back,
In which we traced, beloved one 1 thy travel in life's track

We kept that birthday joyfully, which now again we keep,
With all the tenderness of love, and struggle not to weep ;
We talk of thine endearing ways, and of thy gentle mirth,
Which sunn'd our hearts, as if there were no sorrow on the

earth.
Many a heart-memoried word of thine, oft-named, again we
trace,
And.many a burst of joy, which breathed sweet music o'er

thy face.
If then our converse falter into silence still and deep—

Grief'; hushed siie-nce—do not deem it is because we we

Too strong for words, too deep for tears, the feelings that

arise,
When Faith doth whisper—Now thou hast thy birthday in
the skies.

If in that radiant spirit-land where, sinless one ! thou art,
Thy mind can earthward turn, and read the thoughts that

Air the heart,
Then thou dost know, though strong our grief as human grief

can be,
We would not, if we could, renew Mortality for thee.
Brief was thy pilgrimage below—too brief to feel its strife—
Death to thy soul the birthday brought of an Eternal Life.
Enfranchised one! whose place is with the Watchers round

the Throne,
It is for frail Humanity to mourn that thou art gone ;
But Faith instructs us, whatsoe'er our crush'd affections,
pain,
Unkind or vain to wish for thee the chains of earth again.

For, far beyond the world of care thy soul bath stretch'd its
wing ;
Thou sittest by Life's holy fount, and drinkest from its spring.
A brighter bloom is on thy cheek than what on earth it
wore,—
A heavenlier lustre lights thine eyes than what they had of
yore.
A richer melody doth blend its music with thy voice,
As it swells in praise before the throne,—and should we not
rejoice ?
Thou hast gone home, departed one !—chainless, thou art,
and free ;
We linger for that second birth which brings us unto thee,—
Where, beautiful ! thine angel-plumes are folded on thy
breast,
And the cares of earth are ended, and the weary are at rest.
R. S. M.

Dublin University Magazine. November, 1842. Dublin

William Curry, jun., and Co

Always amusing and instructive are the contents of this
periodical ; and the present number is not deficient in these
characteristics to any of its predecessors Jack Hinton the
Guardsman—but of him we have spoken in a previous publi-
cation. "An Hours' Talk about Isaac Walton," furnishes
a very pleasant hour for the reader, provided such reader
have a spark of taste and feeling about him, or has ever spent
a day, voluntarily, in nature's solitudes, with rod in hand,
and nature's gorgeous book spread out before his eyes.
Honest Isaac ! The world, the reading world even, and least
of all the dwellers in towns, know thee not, or, if perchance
they have ever heard of thy name, they imagine it to belong
to some horrible old man, whose enjoyment was the con-
templation of a worm impaled upon a hook, or a poor trout
panting its last upon the green sod. How little they know
of glorious Izaac Walton ! But what has all this to do with
our notice of the Dublin University ? Proceed we to
" Recollections of a Poetic Childhood"—and here we must
confess our inability to sympathise, or comprehend, " Poetic
Childhood." Poetic fiddlesticks ! But we must not quarrel
with a name, for the verses themselves, are graceful and
beautiful. "The Husband Lover" is commenced in this
number, and promises to be a good tale, and what is better,
to be concluded in another number. We abhor—begging
the editor's pardon— these " continued" articles. They
render magazine reading a perfect nuisance. But we must
not quarrel with the " serials." No. IV. of the " Kishoge
Papers" is like numbers 1., 11., and 111., most excellent.
The conclusion of the review of " Alison's French Revolu-
tion," is written with great discrimination and judgment.
Such a commentary ought to accompany such a history.
" Letters from History, candour compels us to confess,
"
we have not read, and we dare say, we shall not do so. Such
gossiping memorials are not to our taste ; but the " Memoir
and Remains of Charles Wolfe" we can read. Of such a
man we would gladly learn even the most trilling Particulars.

Handy Andy. By Samuel Lover,

It is said that " night brings chickens home to roost."
So it may be asserted that the close of the year brings
ae-
rials" to their conclusions. Handy Andy is evidently in this
condition : though how in one number the artist-author will
be able to tell out the love tale of Fred O'Connor and Fanny
Dawson sufficiently at length to please those who delight in
tales of love—

" Love, that pleasant phrenzy of the mind"—

. _
we cannot tell. But if any thing clever is to be done, Lover will
do it. In the present number we find the professor or ori-
ginator of the Coldairian system again brought before us.
The following laughable account of his proceedings is equal
to any thing going; the words we have italicised top Olym-
pus in sublime-absurd. Moriarty, an old friend in the story,
is famous for his " stretchers." Loftus is introduced to
him as a colonel, who had seen everything, and been every-
where :

As the party became more convivial, the mirth began to
assume a broader form. Tom Durfy drew out Moriarty on
the subject of his services, that the mock colonel might throw
every new achievement into the shade; and this he did in the
most barefaced manner, but mixing so much of probability
with his audacious fiction, that those who were not up to the
joke only supposed him to be a very great romancer; while
those friends who were in Loftus's confidence exhibited a

Scalded !" said his friends ; " burnt, you mean."
" No, scalded ' • and how do you think ? The intensity of
the heat had cracked the cocoa-nuts, and the builing milk
inside dropped down and produced the fatal result. The
same day a remarkable accident occurred at the battery—the
French were Irvering round the island at the time, and the
governor being a timid man, ordered the guns to be always
kept loaded."
" I never heard of such a thing in a battery in my life,
sir," said Moriarty.
" Nor I either,' said Loftus, " till then."
" What was the governor's name, sir ?" inquired Mori-
arty, pursuing his train of doubt.
" You must excuse me, captain, from naming him," said
Loftus, with readiness, " after incautiously saying he was
timid."

" Hear, hear !" said all the friends.
" But to pursue my story, sir ;—the guns were loaded,
and with the intensity of the heat went off, one after another
and quite riddled one
lying in the h

sty's frigates that wa

t riddles to comprehend I

" That's one of the most difia
ever heard," said Moriarty.-
" The frigate answered the riddle with her guns, sir, I
promise you
" What !

exelairaed:Aforiarty, " fire on the fort of he

own king

" There is an honest principle exists amongst sailors, sir,
to return fire under all circumstances, wherever it comes
from,—friend or foe. Fire, of which they know the value
well, they wont take from anybody
" And what was the consequence

said Aloriarty

" Sir, it was the most harmless broadside ever delivered
from the ports of a British frigate; not a single house or
human being was injured—th,d:day was so hot that every
sentinel had sunk on the ground in utter exhaustion—the
whole population were asleep; the only loss of life which
occurred, was that of a blue macaw, which belonged to the
commandant's daughter."
" Where was the macaw, may I beg to know ?" said
Moriarty, cross-questioning the colonel in the spirit of a
counsel for the defence on a capital indictment.
" In the drawing-room window, sir."
" Then, surely the ball must have done some damage in the
house ?"

" Not the least, sir," said Loftus, sipping his wine.
" Surely, colonel!" returned Moriarty, warming, " the
ball could not have killed the macaw without injuring the
house?"

" My dear sir," said Tom, " I did not say the ball killed
the macaw, I said the macaw was killed ; but that was in
consequence of a splinter from an ipaulement of the south-
east angle of the fort which the shot struck, and glanced off
harmlessly,—except for the casuality of the macaw,"

Moriarty returned a sort of grunt, which implied, that.
though he could not further question, he did not believe.
Under such circumstances, taking snuff is a great relief to a
man ; and as it happened, Moriarty, in taking snuff, could
gratify his nose and his vanity at the same time, for he sport-
ed a silver-gilt snuff-box which was presented to him in some
extraordinary way, and bore a grand inscription.
On this " piece of plate " being produced, of 'course it
went round the table, and Moriarty could scarcely conceal
the satisfaction► he felt as each person read the engiaven of
his worth. When it had gone the circuit of the board, Tom
Loftus put his hand into his pocket, and pulled out the butt
end of a rifle, which is always furnished with a small box,
cut out of the solid parr of the wood, and covered with a
plate of brass, acting on a hinge. This box, intended to
carry small implements for the use of the rifleman, to keep
his piece in order, was filled with snuff, and Tom said, as he
laid it down on the table, " This is my snuff-box, gentlemen ;
not as handsome as my gallant friend's at the opposite side
of the table, but extremely interesting to me. It was pre-
vious to one of our dashing affairs in Spain, that our riflemen
were thrown out in front and on the flanks. The rifles were
supported by the light companies of the regiments in advance,
and it was in the latter duty I was engaged. We had to feel
our way through a wood, and bad cleared it of the enemy,
when, as we debouched from the wood on the opposite side,
we were charged by an overwhelming force of Polish lancers
and cuirassiers. Retreat was impossible—resistance almost
hopeless. My lads,' said I, we must do something novel
here, or we are lost—startle them by fresh practice—the
bayonet will no longer avail you—club your muskets, and hit
the horses over the nose, and they'll smell danger.' They
took my advice ; of course we first delivered a withering vol-
ley, and then to it we went in flail fashion, thrashing away
with the butt-ends of our muskets,—and sure enough the
French were astonished, and driven back in amazement. So
tremendous, sir, was the hitting on our side, that in many
instances the butt-ends of the muskets, snapped off like
tobacco pipes, and the field was quite strewn with them after
the affair : I picked one of them up as:a little memento of
the day, and have used it ever since as a snuff-box."
Every one was amused by the outrageous romancing of the
colonel but Moriarty, who looked rather disgusted, because
be could not edge in a word of his own at all : he gave up the
thing now in despair, for the colonel had it all his own way,
like the bull in the china shop ;—the more startling the
bouncers he told the more successful were his anecdotes, and
he kept pouring them out with the most astounding rapidity ;
and though all voted him the greatest liar they ever met,
none suspected he was not a military man.
Dick wanted Edward O'Connor, who sat beside him, to
sing ; but Edward whispered, " For heaven's sake, don't stop
the flow of the lava from that mighty irruption of lies—he's
a perfect Vesuvius of mendacity.—You'll never meet his like
again, so make the most of him while you have him. Pray,
sir," said Edward to the colonel, " have you ever been in
any of the cold climates. lam induced to ask you, from the
very wonderful anecdotes you have told of the hot ones."
" Bless you, sir, I know every corner about the north
pole." - - -
. - -

"In which of the expeditions, may I ask, were you en-
gaged 1" inquired Moriarty..„,
....

s'-` In none of them, sir. 'We knocked up a little amateur
party, I and a few curious friends, and certainly we witnessed
wonders. You talk here of a sharp wind ; but the wind is
so sharp there, that it cut off our beards and whiskers. Bo-
reas is a great barber, sir, with his north pole for a sign.
Then as for frost !—I could tell you such incredible things of
its intensity ;—our butter, ,for instance, was as hard as a
rock ; we were obliged to knock it off with a chisel and ham-
mer, like a mason at a piece of granite, and it was necessary
to be careful of your eyes at breakfast, the splinters used to
fly about so : indeed, one of the party did lose the use of his
eye from a butter splinter.
" But the oddest thing of all was to watch two men talking
to each other: you could observe the words, as they came
out of their mouths, suddenly frozen and dropping down in
little pellets of ice at their feet, so that, after a long conver-
sation, you might see a man standing up to his knees in elo-
quence." _ _ . . .

' They all roared with laughter at this last touch of the mar-
vellous, but Loftus preserved his gravity.

Seaman's Almanac. Published by Smith, South Castle-st.

A very useful almanac, for 1843—(how the years fly on !)
—has just made its appearance, published by Mr. Smith, of
South Castle-street. From the preface we find that
"The times and heights of high water are calculated by
means of forrnulte and tables, which are deduced from 13,391
observations of the Tides at Liverpool, by the late Mr.
Hutchinson, dock master. The same tables are employed i❑
the Admiralty-office, in the prediction of the tides for the
' Nautical Almanac,' and the Tide Tables for the English
and Irish Ports.' In the calculations. 11h. 22m. is considered
the establishment of the port, and that transit of the moon
is employed which precedes the time of high water about 36
hours, or when the moon is 20 deg. past full or change, and
the first or last quarters ; and a necessary correction has been
made for the parallax and declination of the sun and moon.
The most important feature in this Tide Table, distinguishing
it from the other Liverpool tide predictions, is that in EVERY
calculation a correction for the diurnal inequality in the height
of High Water, or, the difference between the superior and
inferior tides, is introduced as it is at Liverpool a quantity of
considerable amount. The argument for this correction is
the seventh transit of the moon preceding the time of high
water.

" The astronomical calculations are made in mean time,
for the latitude of Liverpool, except the tables of the sun's
declination, equation of time, and moon's southing, which
are computed for the meridian of Greenwich, and to ensure
correctness, they have been in most cases checked by sepa-
rate operations."
There is an excellent chart of the entrance to the Mersey,
and the contents are varied and of the most useful descrip-
tion of information.

Tait's Edinburgh Magazine, November, 1842.
• Edinburgh, William Tait.

We should gladly at all times notice this periodical, be-
cause, however diametrically opposed to us in politics, its
literary matter is always excellent. The present number is
so ; and we say this, although noticing it for the last time.
We cannot—and we make this declaration now for the
benefit of other publishers, as well as Mr. Tait—we cannot
in-future notice any serial publication which is not sent to us
regularly. We have received of this periodical four numbers
within nine months, which are of course valueless to us ;
and, in a case where a publisher does not advertise with us,
we cannot devote our columns to a review of his publications
unless we have them sent to us in order as they come from
the press.

Bradshaw's Journal. Smith, Cleveland-square.
This admirable periodical is good as usual, full of well
written articles, bosh of an amusing and instructive character.
The Irish papers we find continued, and are replete with in-
formation and character: an original story, or two, will in-
terest the reader. The poetry is far above the common
order of things in general. The embellishments are also ex-
cellent. We can recommend Bradshaw's Journal to the
notice of our readers : it certainly stands in the foremost
rank of this class of periodicals.

Susan Hopley. Part V. Tait, Edinburgh.
This domestic tale is in the present number concluded.
The moral of it is excellent, and shews that virtue in humble
life will at all times be rewarded. The characters are power-
fully drawn, and the interest kept up to the end.

What periodical paper has the greatest circulation ?—The
income tax paper.—Punch.