The Sun. — 1834-04-01 (London, England)

NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.  Miss Landon figures among the contributors to this number. Her " Calendar of the Seasons," with rather too much attempt at effect,  contains many poetic passages, and some few shrewd observations. The Improvisatrice avows herself an ardent admirer of London, and says she never wishes to go further from it than a hackney-coach can take her. Of a raw January morning she observes, " it requires to be well aired before it is ventured into." This is well said. The prattle about spring and St.  Valentine's Day is lively and arch en oug too palpably an imitation of Leigh Hunt must protest, however, against her enco dheisestaiitlora;t tto e aLsghoeannddtyolensmiidanensouafibntemhueetrs.ttreewlentt he s la s s ehs ri sure or euv vsa t dry in der. An autumnal afternoon is well quartern loaf, or dropping down port par The touch about the German story in itfhhee hveanzaturdresefolhi ethlheg sunny s baked  lightslbii isaer,.,capitaloubuhrjHitherto my Lorraine views • there are darker shades. A' November towards the more densely populated d tude is like winding through a German story. N°6l well be more gloomy than a November evening city ; and yet it has a strange, though saddening ment. The air is heavy, as if that fine and sub ment were, by some strange process, becoming London sketches have been its, together; there is neither rest nor quiet; you and hear not your own voice. There seem! thing as sympathy or relaxation in the world g ir. Pleasure labour of life oppress you with their visible pr( is weighed down The crowd jostle on ; the reck not of each ofi t 0 metaphor, there seems no place for the the careworn 1 are a ways the careless. The gre rentleo of life flows through those restless streets, by toil i n g dra;Tasch;n hardships a rTadhnsexi lial :using ; bledt and unresting. There are no flowers on it: passes pea vchcwtehesha asonthal es °lyekoPdsent-olganuni t. . unknown dkuvssesneeu:ohni; wfilsere business. roach. ddana ir meds t,; r andailaghs passengers gycanrp; met waters,—no sunshine on its banks ;--or t' gentler i ns, graces, and sentiments of existence. r' upon you, and around you. You turn to s,„.enlet street ; you seek to escape the tumult and the et You find yourself on one of the bridges. let rays on each side, and the vapoury lainfi' i faint and unnatural light on the dark arches w -cuj hung in air. Below is the river, gloomY, sel° -1 —a river of smoke.. No purer element ever ro such "darkness visible." The dense mass °f ings lifts its shadowy outline on either side, ere confused, and heavy. Crime and misery r's,,civi most on the mind. You feel what a weary v"; 0 is that whose moaning thunder comes perpetual ear. The black river is as Avernus, with hell illil?, banks. I know not how it may affect others, s.h% the impression upon myself. I felt afraid, ever% and oppressed to the last degree of sadness. 0 in after-life scarcely for fog, night, and November." as full of facts as Maculloch's Theory His slice' and about as dr Poor Kean ! y. The Early Days of Edmund Keoafn; repaid 's ea bitter humiliations he underwent in in ignor days. Even by the members of his ow" a fession he was either wantonly or misunderstood and mi esented. who could appreciate his genius envl a the 111 and did their best to keep him down ; hin who could not, des • d and laughed pise i.• like scorn. After all, there is nothing r bly thr° common-place to get a man comfortably di • • al Aa srepr T. elf the world. " Confessions of a Politic 'd him for the ri ,i 44 Geri turer" are tame and wire-drawn ; 911" nto 11 Duelling," a tale, barely respeetable-more. _  ------JOHNSTON'S EDINBURGH 111116' White'sZlNE. t 001 There is very little room for comet of f number, for it consists for the most part 001 tracts—well selected, and which form verY 3,fj able reading. Miss Edgeworth's " Helen ; Lockhart's " Reginald Dalton,"--a, cap, life-like, though now half-forgotten/ 11°;-] aua Mr. Leih Hunt's ~ Indicator; prose and verse, are all pressed into the se of the number, and constitute its chief att tion. We should not, however, omit to ill't an original ballad, entitled " Sir Wa i "Church and School," grave ands which is conceived in a generous, man desertl worked out with much skill, and paYs 0 homage to the memory of the greatest terEngland has known since the Sh Xs akspeare.  COBBETT'S MAGAZINE The most useful article is the one on ipc cation, Physical and Intellectual ; thed As diverting, that " On Suicide Considerehe hee Matter of Taste." Between these two, and tail of the magazine, lie a variety:f° intermediate ones, none of which OP particular notice.  A°