The Sun. — 1870-05-07 (London, England)

VIII. and Anne Boleyn, observed in their coquetries by Queen Katharine of Arragon—Charles Goldie far surpassing his " Saint Augustine" of last year by his new and, as yet, his ablest work of art, " The Trial of St. Perpetua"—J. B. Burgess, the young paiuttr who startled London art-critics a few seasons back with his " Spanish Bullfight" audience, contributing, in 1870, to the Academy collection another fine Spanish scene, taken from an incident in the last year's insurrection. " Lothair's" brilliant glitter of ,wit and persiflage has fairly dazzled the reviewers into admiration. Such a chorus of praise on a new book has not for a long while past been audible. The critics seem to have been awed into eulogium by Mr. Phesubs' charming impertinence when he speaks of them superciliously thus ---" The critics—you know who they are—the men who have failed in literature and art." A thought unconsciously borrowed, or lam very much mistaken, from one of the earlier novels of Edward Bulwer, now Lord Lytton. Dickens's new number (2) of " Edwin Drood" is chiefly remarkable for the passionate scenes in which the hero of the tale and a young Anglo-Oriental, named Neville Landless, are the interlocutors. The Pall Mall's cessation as a morning paper, on Saturday, took one by surprise, but its announcement of its immediate return to its original form as an evening paper delighted the West-enders, draw ing even a hilarious hooray from Mr. Punch in Fleet street. While the prose of Mr. Disraeli's last effusion lil been eulogised by tile press with a sort of chorro unanimity. Mr. Rosetti's poetical lines have ce. tainly fallen in pleasant places —whether here Fraser, where they have been most lovingly bs9(lie 'l they, by Shirley, or here in the Fortnightly, where t'irl have been lauded with a kind of rapture by j) Swinburne. t1)13 There is a siular attraction in this Die-n di number of the Fortnightly, in the shape of a ghastly translation, by the late murdered Edward gerbe in of the appalling Greek poem of the ValliPire'bi memory of the massacre of Gardiki, in 1812' fir order of Ali Pacha, of Joamina, through the r; . less agency of Thanasi Vayi, otherwise A.thanaslw Vayas. It now appears that to the pen of Mr. u 3-1,10 Hoey, once editor of the Irish Nation, is attributawhe the remarkable article in the last number of ti Dublin Review, entitled interrogatively, 46 Is Irel°l/ Irreconcilable ?" Cornelius O'Dowd is as lively and whitusie3l ever in the May number of Blackwood. Scalceute could the copy have left his hands at Trieste en °tile for Edinburgh when its author, Charles Lever' of ever gay and ever exhilarating Harry Lorrequer e 0 old, Cornelius O'Dowd of nowadays, must haveb,eo3 stricken to the heart by a home affliction, which 'or been only too long impending over him in his ehartit, ing villa in the environs of that most picturesque °op port of Austria on the north-west shores ei Adriatic. His wife, nom for two years bed rider under a mortal disease, has, at length, sunk and the wasting malady. „r rti° Charles Reade is drawing rapidly now to-all the close of the most realistically sensational 01 r, his startling romances of every-day " Pat Pitiej self in its Place," in the Co. rnhill. When coWPle iog are we, then, to have in lieu of it, the fortheuni novel by George Meredith ? soil Miss Braddon begins her new story rather he voce in Belgravia. When she has warmed Wed plot, we shall doubtless have our interest awakeno in regard to Rupert's Quest—a quest probablitor, search of the mksing father and enormous tunes of his betrothed. George Eliot's 800 liPret of poetry in Macmillan, I am disposed to conjeettlue will find but few readers. Not so in that 001, magazine Anthony Trollope's easy but vigorous e°, t, mencement of his new serial tale of " Sir Harry I°o spur, of Humblethwaite." It seems curious tile popular novelist like Anthony Trollope should furto thus the interests of a rival magazine to Ids °,ll shilling monthly of D.t. Paul's, to which he has btf contributing for some time past in the share 43 gratuitous supplement, thrown in, a duplicate is-od of a story otherwise published quite separately, independently. Another curious incident, ag3ivj worthy of note in regard to two other widely P°l-Itie novelists, both of whom have recently gone in firc)r 'o o addressing of a larger and lower audience. 1":„0 Collins catering for Cassell's Magazine, and Ilarr;, Ainsworth for the largely-circulated family Pubil tiou called Bow Bells, for the which the last-u' of tioned is now preparing a romance of the daY3 Charles the Second.  SHOCKING vv