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“ There's Mr Wick at Number Nine,
But he's intent on pelf;
His neighbour as himself.
The goods had quite a run !
On hand at Number One! “ My mother often sits at work,
And talks of props and stays,
In her declining days!
Have set me down a non-
That call at Number One!
lished, are here reprinted in a collected form ; and whilst they will satisfy the poetical reader of the wealth of the various sources from which they have been derived, will present him with a concentration of their sweets, in a more popular and portable form.” That the selection is made judiciously is sufficiently guaranteed by the Editor's acquaintance with the “gentle craft;" for he who can write good poetry himself is best able to appreciate the merits of others. The volume is handsomely printed, and is embellished with a spirited vignette by Westall, the subject of which is, Sappho making an offering of her lyre on the altar of the god. The work is appropriately dedicated to Mrs Hemans. It is unnecessary to make any extracts.
“ Once only, when the flue took fire, One Friday afternoon,
An Historical Essay on the Magna Charta of King Joha; Young Mr Long came kindly in,
to which are added, the Great Charter in Latin and And told me not to swoon.
English, &c. &c. By Richard Thomson. London. Why can't he come again without
John Major and Robert Jennings. Royal 8vo. Pp. 612. The Phænix and the Sun ? We cannot always have a flue
This is a very costly and beautiful work, including not On fire at Number One!
only a full account of the Magna Charta of King John,
but also a general view and explanation of the whole “ I am not old! I am not plain! Nor awkward in my gait!
series of English Charters, with accounts of the events, I am not crooked like the bride
principal persons, and historical documents and illustra That went from Number Eight!
tions, connected with them. It would be difficult to apI'm sure white satin made her look
preciate too highly the great mass of antiquarian informaAs brown as any bun!
tion which the work contains, and the labour which it But even beauty has no chance,
must have cost to collect and arrange it. The highly deI think, at Number One!
corative character of the volume is an interesting and
novel feature; and the numerous illustrations and em“ At Number Six, they say Miss Rose Has slain a score of hearts,
bellishments which so liberally adorn its pages, throw a And Cupid, for her sake, has been
flood of light upon the subjects of which it treats. These Quite prodigal of darts.
embellishments consist chiefly of tombs, monumental effiThe imp they show with bended bow
gies, armorial ensigns, seals, and fac-similes of the charI wish he had a gun !
ters of liberties. 'I he whole is calculated to furnish famiBut if he had, he'd never deign
liar and correct views of one of the most famous events in To shoot with Number One!
the annals of England. It has been, we believe, between “ It's very hard ! and so it is,
eight and nine years in passing through the press; and To live in such a row !
reflects the highest credit on the research and abilities of And here's a ballad-singer come
its Editor, Mr Thomson, the author of the “ Chronicles To aggravate my woe :
of London Bridge,”
." “ Tales of an Antiquary," and other O take away your foolish song
popular works. And tones enough to stun
It is, perhaps, worth mentioning, that it appears by There is ' nae lack about the house,'
this work Sir Walter Scott has committed a slight mis I know, at Number One !"
take in “ Ivanhoe," when he makes Cedric in 1194_the : We shall return very soon to this amusing volume. year Richard I. returned from his imprisonment in
Austria—speak of a wood being “ disforested in terms of
the Forest-Charter,” since it was not till the year 1217 The Poetical Album, and Register of Modern Fugitive that the first Forest-Charter was issued.
Poetry. Edited by Alaric A. Watts. Second Series.
Richard's Universal Daily Remembrancer ; comprising
, Bils This is an interesting and excellent volume, and a de
Due, Receivable, or Payable, &c. and a variety of cided improvement, we think, upon its predecessor. Its
thentic and useful information. London. C. Richards. contents are more varied, and more uniformly excellent,
Edinburgh. Constable and Co. 1830. 4to. and there is scarcely a poet of any eminence who bas not been laid under contribution. “ In collecting into one
This is the largest and best book of the kind for the focus,” says Mr Watts, "a large body of poetry, extracted, ensuing year we have yet seen. Besides a large and wellfor the most part, from sources of a temporary or fugi- arranged Diary, extending to 211 ruled pages, there are tive character, the Editor desires to assume no other thirty-six lists and tables, giving information on a variety merit than that of having diligently examined a great of matters, highly useful to the merchant, banker, lawyer, number of works, and extracted from them such produc- persons in public offices, military men, tradesmen, tra. tions as seemed best calculated to exhibit the description vellers, and private gentlemen. The work is cheap, and of poetical talent by wbich they are distinguished, or as we have no doubt will find an extensive circulation. appeared worthy of being circulated in a more permanent form than that of a newspaper or magazine. In pursuance of this object
, however, care has been taken to refer a Fero Practical Hints relative to the Purchase, Manegeevery poem, the source of which could be ascertained, to i s proper origin; a duty which would seem to have been
ment, gc. of Horses. Edinburgh. Waugh and Innes studiously neglected by the Editors of all similar publi.
1830. 32mo, pp. 48. cations. Many poems which have excited little or no An excellent waistcoat-pocket companion for all genattention in the pages in which they were originally pub- tlemen who buy horses.
Eighteen Marims of Neatness and Order ; to which is pre-carbuncles we read of, which diffused a red light like
fired, an Introduction. By Theresa Tidy. 20th Édi- evening through every aisle of the temple of a god. tion. London. J. Hatchard and Son.
Sorcer. Turn your back on the stone, and look at me.
Adr. (Turns.) I see you not: we are in utter darkWithout a habit of neatness and order, all the comfort ness. Where is the lamp I but now placed above us ? of social life is at an end. We recommend these Maxims, Sorcer. It has gone out. We are in the world of therefore, to the especial attention of all young ladies and thought ; and before the glories of that sacred region, fires gentlemen, who may not be sufficiently aware that upon fed by the grosser aliments of matter, flicker and die one occasion,
away. “ For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,
Adr. Let us turn back, then, to the light which will For want of a shoe, the horse was lost,
not fail us. I can yet perceive none of those figures For want of a horse the rider was lost,
which you have described to me as appearing on the (Being overtaken and slain by the enemy) sphere. I see only a rack of dusky shadows, sailing And all for want of care about a horse-shoe nail." slowly across the globe, and tinged, like the eastern side
of a morning cloudlet, by the hues of the lucid body before which they move.
Sorcer. And this, too, has a meaning. What wish The Harvest is Past. A Sermon. By the late Rev. Timothy Dwight, D.D. President of Yale College, you to see?
Adr. I have heard, that ye who hold commerce with North America. Selected from the second volume of his Sermons, recently published. Edinburgh. Waugh supernal natures, have each some master whom ye must and Innes. 1829.
Who is yours? If it be permitted, I would be
hold your lord. • This is an admirable sermon by the author of the justly Sorcer. I have a sovereign : and though herself you celebrated System of Theology. We recommend it with cannot see, her likeness shall pass before you. Look pleasure to the admirers of this excellent man and able firmly on the stone. theologian.
Adr. The darkness is melting from around it. On its face are tossing and whirling the fragments of a beau
tiful landscape, like the reflection of woods and cliffs in a MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. river-pool, which the otter's plunge has disturbed, as he
dives to his bed beneath the root-twisted bank. It be
comes still and connected, and seems now to be the image THE PICTURE GALLERY.
of one of those ancient paradises of the earth, lighted up No. I.
with a shadowy splendour, like that of the first morning
sun that rose from the new-formed sea. Divine resemSCENE-A Gothic Chamber, with antique Statues ranged blance! By the tears which stand in mine eyes, I have in niches along its sides; in the back-ground, hangings seen this before ! concealing a recess; the stage darkened.
Sorcer. Thou hast not. Already thou mayest have Enter the Sorcerer, bearing a lamp, followed by Adrian. learned that beauty always seems to have existed with us
in the past; and therefore it is that true poetry is ever Sorcer. WELCOME, my young scholar, to this retired melancholy. But look again. The scene has its inharoom, the scene of your initiation ; and welcome to the bitant. presence of its sole witnesses—those marble effigies of Adr. The wood-embosomed lake! the awful cave ! the the poets of old, whose shadows, cast from our one lamp, enchantress! speak, for I cannot. mark out a fanciful avenue on the stone floor beside us. Sorcer. You behold the ruler of life, her who sways Yonder vaulted cell, with the veil drawn over it, con- our human spirits, as the whirlwind tosses the mountain's ceals the stone, the instrument of my art.
sands. You behold her in her mystic cave of fear, enAdr. And what does that art profess?
circled by her phantom train ; those etherial and delightSorcer. To wed poetry to painting, and chain both as ful shapes, and those others of sterner aspect, that twine aptives to the chariot of Virtue and Reason : to embody round her in unceasing and varied dance, till the sorceress to the sight the fleeting phantasms of thought, and give half believes in the creatures of her own thought, and to the hopes and fears of the human heart an apparent smiles,—with the stony smile of awakening fear ! form and living energy; in fine, to transmute supersti- Adr. Let them pause. I am giddy. tious and vague terrors into a pure awe and devotion re- Sorcer. At thy wish the picture grows dim. Thou dolent only of good.
hast seen our mistress. Canst thou tell her name? Adr. Is your science new ?
Adr. She is Imagination. Sorcer. No; but its legitimate end has been but lately Sorcer. Then in her name invoke her subject-visions; made known. The globe of alabaster on which my em- and at the sound of that spell they will come trooping to blematic pictures are formed, has existed in its present thy call. shape since the times of the Alchymists. It is the iden- Adr. I do invoke them. By the power beneath whose tical stone commemorated in the mad, but singularly in- magic rod ye spring into being, rise before me, ye childteresting, dream of the astrologer, Dr John Dee. With ren of change and thought! Pass visibly by me, ye fanthe progress of opinion it became unpopular, and finally cies of the heart, before whom the mind bows down to disappeared till the beginning of the present century. It fear and worship! Let life come before in all its shades, was then discovered by the Author of Waverley among from the first tears of the cradled infant, to the last sigh the ruins of Melrose Abbey, who again introduced it to of broken and weary age. the world, now to become the means of diffusing virtue Sorcer. We can do more: we can gaze beyond the and knowledge, purified from the degrading fears and dark river of death, and walk in the world which lodges subtleties which had so long disfigured and obscured it. our spirits before their earthly existence is begun. Let Adr. Let me bebold it.
us look on one of these. Sorcer. You shall. Place our lamp on the slab be- Adr. It is very strange. Pale and unsubstantial forms hind the third statue. (Adrian places the lamp. The seem restlessly to wander through a dark and misty
Sorcerer waves his hand, and the veil rises, and discovers clime, whose waters are black as though their gulfs were the sanctuary, and the magic globe on a lofty pedestal. bottomless, and its dimly-discovered mountains seem
Adr. How exquisitely beautiful! It blazes through clothed with storm-struck and lifeless pines. Methinks the width of this dim chamber, like one of those ancient thin weak voices swell in the air, as of deep and hope
less lamentation uttered by lips unwarmed by mortal Sorcer. Not to the novice. Another time, when your blood.
eyes have been further strengthened to look on our mys. Sorcer. These are human souls waiting in the unseen terious pageant, and your mind gifted to pierce more state, for the hour that is to call them into the body. deeply into its hidden philosophy, you shall visit our
Adr. And they inourn because they are doomed to chapel again. In the meantime, our stone must be veiled. live! My master, their griet' is prophetic! I will see no Its surface is already dark. (The veil drops before the more of life. But let me witness its conclusion,—the ju- globe and its cell.) And now, from the turret at our side, bilee of sad humanity!
look out upon the night. Sorcer. Behold it as you desire. The face of the stone Adr. It is truly lovely. Almost could I persuade mypresents a sequestered valley, canopied by the thin grey self that I still gaze on the unearthly spectacle you last cloud of night; while above yon steep and wooded mount, presented to my sight. The valley round our rocky dwellwhich, like a rude and mossy temple, rises in the centre ing is bathed in the snow-like moonlight, whose setting of the dell, the shroud is slowly parting, and disclosing beams are quivering on our willow-fringed lake. one narrow streak of sky. It comes !-up into that river Sorcer. It is well ; now, witness the last wonder o of deepest blue is sailing the fairest of the barks of hea- my place of art. Come hither : open that western winven, the evening-star of beauty and of love; the only dow, and let the light revisit our dark room. (d rian lamp of that delightful earth, the only wanderer of that throws back the casement.) placid heaven!
Adr. Hark! Hark! (Soft music.) A strain of harmoAdr. Yes, yes ! this is death! Even as that star has ny, wild and pathetic as a phantom's hymn. Whence burst from its cloudy prison, the spirit soars from the comes it ? from above us, or beneath ? gloom and sorrows of earth. And as the bright planet Sorcer. Trace the moon's rays which you have just which shines on this blessed scene, yet looks, too, on the admitted. Where do they fall ? valleys it may have left behind that jutting hill, so may Adr. Full on that statue, on the very harp which the the soul, from its regained birth-place in heaven, gaze poet bears. still on the spot wbere once it sojourned on earth.
Sorcer. And with those strings the light makes music. Sorcer. And if this be true, may we not, far more For, as you have heard of the eastern statue, which than the sage of Greece, wish to die, and be with those sounded under the first beams of morning, so do the who were once great and beloved, before and among us? marble harps of those ancient masters of melody discourse
Adr. The wise man of Greece, the mighty of old! to me delightful music, when touched by the tine essence There are words which work as strong enchantments as of the cold lamp of night. Neither is this without a more your mirrored sphere, and give life to phantasies not less solemn import. vivid or sublime. Let the stone exhibit to me some em
Adr. It has ceased, even while we spoke of it. blem of that elder world, which we in weaker days so
Sorcer. And is in this like mortal pleasure : it stays love to contemplate.
not to be questioned. Sorcer. You have your wish, and more.
In that ex
Adr. At your last words a thought has struck me. tended plain, you see, far distant, cities and towers, rivers Are not your representations gloomy? and retiring bills; all faintly seen, as if the autumn sun Sorcer. They ought to be so, if they would work on had an hour ago sunk from heaven : wbile, in the fore- man. Tbe howling of the November wind along the ground of the picture are grouped, men in a strange and crumbling wall, and the hush of the leaves which fall at ancient garb, building with toil, a gigantic and marble his feet, will go at once to the heart of him, around altar.
whom spring would twine her roses, without exciting a Adr. Enough : in this likewise am I disappointed. feeling or a thought.-- But we must retire, and leave our There is too much of reality there.
chamber and its treasure to its lifeless and beautiful ocSorcer. Nay, do not turn away, but keep silence for cupants, soon, very soon, to visit them again. awhile. Now, look to the stone again, and view that
( The curtain drops.] same scene when the footseps of a thousand years have
AN ARTIST. broken it, and uncounted generations have consecrated it with their scattered tombs. Adr. A spirit's hand has touched it; and now my be- OUTLINE OF A MECHANICS' INSTITUTION FOR
EDINBURGH. loved day-dreams are truly before mine eyes. Earth is yellow with the glow of sunset, blending in the distance with WHATEVER the working classes do, of their own accord, the rosy and purple lights of coming eve. The cities are for their improvement in useful knowledge, must always ruined and silent—the woods are old and stately in their be regarded with great satisfaction ; because, in every vales—and the altar itself, the genius of the place, has thing which tends to promote their true interest, the suffered decay and change. Its grey and massive walls maxim inculcated by an Edinburgh Reviewer will be gleam out from robes of green grass and lichens; and the found equally just and applicable—that, “what others can statue which crowned it, thrown down from its ivy- do for them is trifling indeed, compared with what they can twined pillar, lies, overgrown with moss, by the dried- do for themselves.” To the remarks, therefore, which we up fountain's brink. And before that relic of death stands recently made upon Mechanics' Institutions in general
, a solitary man, musing over the ruin, with such wonder and which we know to have been perused with interest by as if he believed its immense frame the work of gods, many of our readers, we are anxious now to add sonueand such awe as if its every stone to him were holy. thing of a more specific nature. But it has more power for him. Let it appear to him What the City of Edinburgh chiefly desiderates in rein its hour of might-in night and darkness. Like spect of popular education, seems to be, an intermediate thought it rises. The wanderer sleeps on the grassy institution between the Sessional School and the School of mound, beneath the lonely pine-tree of the spot, and the Arts, for enabling the advanced students of the latter to pale moonshine tinges the ground with broader shadows exercise themselves, under no constraint, in chemical and and softer and more airy hues. And they descend around philosophical manipulation ; and to refresh their memohim,—the world-forgotten dead hover in the air above, ries by becoming the gratuitous instructors of such jourwhile their awful forms seem to bend forward from their neymen and apprentices as earnestly desire to learn, but cloud, to bless the worshipper who feels their power, who may be withheld from the Sessional School by that the power and divinity of Time and Death !
feeling of reluctance which adults can rarely overcome, to Sorcer. He dreams; and so do we. Are you satisfied ? mix with children already far before them in acquire
Adr. Can you not bring up before us the thoughts and ment. Upon this plan of mutual instruction, with the passions of the human soul ?
aid, perhaps, of a few voluntary lecturers from among
the better classes, may be taught, and most effectively, let our mechanics give the experiment a fair trial; and many of the more humble branches of useful knowledge if they succeed, as they are sure to do, let them print an not embraced by the arrangements of the School of Arts, annual report of their progress, and assume to themselves but which are, nevertheless, indispensably requisite before the appropriate name of_THE EDINBURGH Mechanics' any substantial benefit can be derived from that institu- INSTITUTION. tion, to say nothing of their own practical value. In illustration of the sort of institution we mean, we beg to
LETTERS FROM PARIS. submit the following programme, which, of course, might be modified according to circumstances :
No. II. 1. Reading, writing, and common arithmetic_book- I SHALL now turn your attention to Parisian theatri. keeping and tradesmen's accounts--practical geometry, cals; and first, to the Théatre Français. There is somewith every description of artificer's measuring-—-use of thing august in the very name ; it is redolent of the good the tables, nature and application of logarithms.
old times of Louis XIV., and “ la grande nation." Be2. English grammar and composition (by far too much sides, it is sanctified and set apart for the classical drama; neglected )-geography, with the use of the globes, and the impertinent gaiety of the vaudeville, and the noise construction of maps-practical trigonometry and navi- and glitter of the melo-drama, dare not enter here. No gation-drawing and planning (very important)—and one is privileged to joke here but Moliere, and no one also the French language, if required.
dare aspire to tragic grandeur but Corneille ; all the rest 3. (The discursive department)-Original essays and are spell-bound by the icy trammels of etiquette. Nor instructive extracts, to comprise, if possible, a clear elu- is the building unsuited to inspire feelings of reverence. cidation of the plan and pri iples of friendly societies Its exterior is plain, and not very impressive; but the and savings' banks; and, of course, experiments and illus- neatness, taste, and precision which preside over its intrations in chemistry and natural philosophy.
ternal arrangements, are worthy of that dynasty which Such persons only as have witnessed a monitorial stamped its own character upon it. Yet even in this school in operation, can rightly conceive the peculiar fa- sanctum sanctorum have the luckless adherents of classical cility which working men have of communicating their taste been attacked by the Goths of romance. The sacred ideas to one another, and in many of the branches stated stage, the orchestra, boxes, and proscenium, have tremabove, mutual instruction is all that would be required. bled at the profanation of seeing a play of Shakspeare To the voluntary lecturers already alluded to we might performed in the Théatre Français ; and, what is worse, safely trust for lectures in popular astronomy, geology, applauded by at least a part of the audience. Victor and animal and vegetable physiology. Neither is it going Hugo has had the audacity to perpetrate a translation of too far to predict, that the reading-room anıl hall of the the old barbarian's “ Othello” into French verse; nay, institution would soon become the chief rendezvous for more-- Mars, Joanny, and Perrier, have so far forgot themall well-behaved and intelligent young mechanics, who selves as to perform in it; and, worst of all, the Romanwould find the amusements which science and literature tics are so shameless as to say it was successful. Five afford, every way preferable to the vulgar and degrading of the few remaining Emigré's, and three antiquated enjoyments of the tap-room and smoking-club. At the critics, have hanged themselves on the occasion; and same time, we should wish it to be expressly understood, tirades, argumentative and abusive, have filled the public that only “ a little learning” is the utmost the great mass prints. The interest of this important question absolutely of the working-people can possibly acquire. Their own superinduced a cessation of the vituperations against the common sense leads them to perceive very clearly, that, ministry for a day and a half. even did they possess theoretical science in a high de- Closely connected with this quarrel, is the memory of gree, it could never compensate men who must live by the late English company. It has departed, and need be “ the sweat of their brow” for deficiency in that practi- in no haste to return, for the day of its success is over. cal knowledge, which, next to good moral conduct, best Novelty is pleasing everywhere, and the Parisians were recommends them to good masters and constant employ- contented to sit for a time, and wonder at the unintelligible ment. Let the “hard-working men of Athens,” there- gestures of a set of people whose language they did not fore, build their little temple of science upon the substan- understand. Latterly, however, the seats were abandontial basis of practically useful knowledge.
ed to the use of the English residents in Paris. Even The foregoing simple outline of a mechanics' society is they attended but poorly, for the one-half thought it would little else than the plan which has been judiciously adopt- compromise their literary reputation, should they confess ed, and acted upon with gratifying success, by many of that they felt the want of an English theatre in Paris ; the local institutions. That such an institution is re- and the other feared they would find little pleasure in quired, and would prosper in Edinburgh, there cannot be seeing the first line of characters sustained by actors who, the shadow of a doubt. A few mistakes would, of course, they suspected, had come here, because they were not occur at its commencement ; but why should not mecha- much in request at home. For a week or two, indeed, nics, by whom alone we suppose the society to be ma- the establishment did offer an attraction. Mrs West was naged and conducted, derive, as well as others, whole- taken ill, and a Madame St Leon volunteered to supply some instruction from their own blunders ? That such her place. It was a rich treat to see our fair countryan institution would greatly promote the best interests of women in the boxes sitting convulsed, between their dethe present School of Arts, seems abundantly manifest. sire to laugh at the ineffable distress of Madame St Leon's We have heard it confidently asserted that it would | Jane Shore, and their native feelings of what was due to triple the attendance, and give twofold efficacy to the politeness. excellent lectures administered at that valuable seminary, The minor theatres here are much the same as those At all events, for the first year, the use of apparatus from in London. Occasionally you find a good actor lost the School of Arts would not likely be refused; and valu- amidst a crowd ; as, for example, Perlet at the Théatre able aid might also be derived from the“ Edinburgh Me- de Madame. In the matter of dirt and disagreeable chanics' Subscription Library” already formed. The odours, too, they are worthy counterparts of our Cockney only expense worth mentioning would be, the rent of temples of the dramatic muse. Nor wants there a pretty suitable apartments to meet in; and the money for this frequent row, to make the illusion complete. A catalogue purpose should be raised by the members themselves, for, raisonné of some of the most recently produced pieces upon no account whatever should they accept of pecuni- will give you the best idea of the state of the drama in ary donations : let all such be sent to the School of Arts these establishments. --Some time ago, a most outrageous building fund. The drawing up of a neat code of rules bit of pathos was produced at the Théatre des Nouveautés - and regulations would not cost much trouble. In fine, with great success. “ Isaura" is the name of the play,
and its plot is as follows :- A young man, desperate from never have taken place a topic of public animadversioll, disappointed love, plunges into the recesses of a forest in is to do much more harm than good. In the case of a the Pyrenees, and is there bit by a mad wolf. Of course recent coalition between two rival bodies, many discusbe goes mad himself, and bites, in his frenzy, the poor sions are apt to arise, with which it is neither necessary girl who is the innocent cause of his misfortune. The nor prudent that strangers should be made acquainted. consequence is, that she goes mad just as she is about to The occurrences of the 11th instant were most unequivobe led to the altar, and expires in excruciating agonies.cally of this description. It is with regret, therefore, This exquisite morceau still continues to draw houses, that we feel it indispensable, in correcting some mis-statealthough a considerable time has elapsed since its first ments that have gone abroad, to give even a general atappearance. Mme. Albert, who enacts the part of the count of what really happened—a regret enhanced by the young girl with horrid correctness, has gained thereby the knowledge, that some member of the Academy must bave highest reputation. Fired by the success of the horrible lent himself to the publication of a garbled statement of in the instance of “ Isaura,” the theatre at the Porte St the proceedings at the general meeting in the teeth of a Martin is bringing out Schiller's “ Robbers ;” and an- pledge to keep silence. other minor has announced Marschner's “ Vampyr.' It has been maintained, that the artists formerly conThis strange aberration cannot, however, be expected to nected with the Royal Institution, who lately acceded to hold long. Already the Vaudeville has set itself against the Scottish Academy, have conducted themselves in an the stream, by producing " L'hydrophobe," a trifle meant improper spirit towards one of the leading members of to ridicule “ Isaura.” It is a vaudeville more laudable that body. The accusation is rested upon two assertions, in its intention than its execution.--A new vaudeville - that they refused to continue bim in the office of treahas been produced at the Théatre de Madame, by the in- surer; and that they introduced to the meeting two legal defatigable MM. Bayard and Scribe. It would be utterly gentlemen, not members of the Academy, for the purpose impossible for these gentlemen to write any thing com- of bearing down all opposition. pletely destitute of interest ; and yet in this new piece With regard to the election of a new treasurer, it was they are scarcely equal to themselves. It is called “ Les a step undeniably in the power of the Academy to take Actionnaires,” and has been suggested by the mania for and after the dispassionate and full account of the proJoint Stock Companies, which has had its day here as ceedings which we have gathered from different and well as in England. M. Geffart, a gentleman of more trust-worthy quarters, we must say, that the measure talent than morality, sells shares, in a great enterprise appears to have been justified by the tone which the innot yet projected, to a set of good people who purchase successful candidate assumed to the Society. In regard without making any impertinent enquiries about its na- to the second allegation--the fact is, that some discussion ture. The time, however, arrives at last, when he is was expected to arise regarding the terms of the award called upon to explain his scheme in a full meeting of the which was the foundation of the union of the two bodies; shareholders. He blunders out a thousand impracticable and, from a desire to prevent unnecessary, and in all proundertakings, all of which are rejected. Just in the nick bability warm discussions, the arbiter named by the artof time, an honest countryman offers to sell him a wood ists of the Institution, and the gentleman who has all at a low price, and Geffart, to the great satisfaction of along, and gratuitously, officiated as the law-agent of the the speculative crew, announces his scheme to be a new Academy, volunteered their attendance, in order to eland less expensive mode of furnishing Paris with fire- plain any doubtful expressions. The offer was accepted, wood. Some of the situations are amusing enough; but, and at the suggestion of the very gentlemen who now on the whole, the economical details are given with too complain of it as an undue interference. much verisimilitude. As in the case of some Dutch We refrain from entering into particulars, and from painters, the joke is lost in the anxious correctness of the commenting on the language held on the occasion, because portrait.—“Le Garde de Nuit,” is a trifle which owed we look upon it as the expression of a feeling of sorenes its success entirely to the spirit with which Vernet per- which time will assuage, if left unexcited by comment. formed the principal character. The prince of some place But we would beg to impress upon the minds of the atzor another, tired of the sameness of a court life, flies from demicians, that bygones ought to be bygones that the a grand masked ball, to seek for a frolic among the citi- very existence of their young institution depends upan
He finds Philip, an honest watchman, about to the cordiality of their union—that wisting their time in commence his nocturnal rounds, and forces him to ex- petty squabbles must alienate from thein the public syrachange his dreadnought for the elegant rose-coloured pathy—that, above all, appeals to the public upon in.com domino of the prince. The attendants who have come rect statements, by any individual, of what takes place at in search of the latter take Philip for him, and insist upon their meetings, are most unjustifiable and dangerous. accompanying him back to the ball ; when he, without Here we are willing to let the matter rest, unless there attending to the propriety of time and place, begins to be a repetition of the offence which has suggested these dispense home-truths on all sides, and to announce re- remarks. In that case, we shall hold it necessary to probe forms of rather an alarming character. At this critical the matter to the bottom. This is no vain threat, for we moment a plot against the true prince breaks out, and have ample materials in our hands ; neither is it uttered Philip, under his assumed character, is committed to close in any feeling of hostility, for we have approved ourselves custody ; from which he escapes in time to save his be- on former occasions friendly to that portion of the Acatrothed bride from the amorous importunity of the true demy whose conduct we are now reluctantly obliged to prince.
condemn. These pieces will serve to give you an idea of the kind of plays which succeed bere. Historical dramas, too, there are, but, as you have enough of them at home, it is
THE DRAMA. needless to enter into any detail concerning them.
Circumstances prevented us from being much at the
Theatre last week. Miss Paton's benefit, on Mondas AFFAIRS OF THE SCOTTISH ACADEMY.
evening, was very crowdedly attended, and went off with We announced last week our intention of publishing a much power and originality—entered upon an engart
great eclat. . On Wednesday, Mr Macready—an actor of detailed account of the proceedings at the late generalment. meeting of this body. On second thoughts, however, spondent has favoured us with the following remarks
We were not present, but an intelligent corre and upon the principle of“ never throwing ashes or any concerning him: thing hot to windward," we have altered our intention. We are of opinion, that to make squabbles which should fore an Edimburgh audience in his favourite character of
“ On Wednesday evening, Mr Macready appeared be