The Press. — 1858-10-02 (London, England)

THE PRESS, OCTOBER 2, 1858.  house. " The Light on the Hearth " concludes, as it began, in an interesting style, but a somewhat stem der substratum of story. The article on balladpoetry is a tasteful literary essay, and agreeably diversifies the number. Fraser this month is about an average number. It commences with a ghost story by Whyte Melville— rather pointless. Then wo have a capital account of the murder of two women by a priest in Germany in 1803; then a lively memoir of Mr. Ford. The in • stalment of the serial is much as usual. We have never admired " Hanworth " from its commencement, and the present number has wrought no change in our opinions. "Hints for Vagabonds" is a very amusing article. The following bit is perhaps rather too funny, but still it is ingeniously quaint. It is the description of a village band by the Moselle : After a little yon perceive that the conductor is in something the same position as the huntsman of a scratch pack of hounds; the dogs, as individuals, are good dogs, but there is a ittle ton much individuality among them. They threw off gallantly, and dashed out of cover in a style that could scarcely be surpassed by the Royal Italian or Mr. Costa's pack ; and while the scent is strong over the opening movement, they keep well together. But before long there are unmistakeable signs of an impending check. First Cornet all but throws up. Bass-viol shows a disposition to run hare after a tune of his own. Saxhorn scarcely acknowledges the scent; but Clarionet holds to it steadily, and the conductor caps them on for another burst. Fortunately, here they come on a fine stretch of low movement, and work beautifully together. A little lot of allegro intervenes, which they go at breast high, and get over capitally. But at the other side they are at fault ligain. That inveterate skirter Trombone is at his old tricks. Little Piccolo, a giddy young thing, is running heel wildly. Conductor is desperate ; he taps his desk madly. All seems lost. But no ; old Clarionet has it still ; good old dog, he never gave gave it up ; he flourishes a bit—he breaks away. Hark to Clarionet ! Off they go once more, and run into the finale with a crash. Then all clear out, and dancing sets in severely all over the town. Every house that has a floor and a fiddler becomes an extempore Almack's. Of the remaining articles there are none of any striking excellence. "The Political Pulpit of the Civil War " is very well ; " How I Killed a Cariboo " much the same. "Du Berths "is a curious literary essay, and "British Columbia and Vancouver" is a careful and readable paper enough. Although the Dublin University Magazine is generally well written, it is from some cause or anather less interesting than it twilit to be. In the present number we can only find two articles which in our opinion possess this latter qualification ; they are " Recent Travels in Sardinia " and " Theological Styles." The former we praise because it is a legi• timate "review," and well done. The latter could scarcely fail to be interesting, though shorter and more sketchy than we like. We differ from the author, however, on two points. We can see no humour in Mr. Kingsley ; it is, in fact, just the thing he wants. And we certainly think that Mr. Newman's " Romanism " has not spoiled his style ; witness his last work on the office and work of universities, which contained some exquisite!), beautiful passages. "Our Foreign Courier" is a nice summary of foreign literature.  Bentley and the New Monthly contain their usual tales by the authors of " Ashley " and " Moat Grange," the usual literary articles of Monkshood and Sir Nathaniel, and two or three papers on travel and other foreign subjects. The stories aforesaid are told with remarkable skill, and constitute quite a unique feature in these two magazines. The National Magazine, the Englishwoman's Journal, Davenport Dunn, and the Gordian Knot have all arrived too late to enable us to notice them in our present issue.