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very likely to lead to a just appreciation. It must have to the Frampton family, consisting of a rich gouty West a character of its own, and may claim, in justice, to be Indian, with a titled wife, a puppy of a son, one daughter, tried by its own standard. A dove is not an eagle; the a huntress after peers, and another, a light-hearted romp;

forget-me-not” is not a rose: yet each and all of these to a squire such as we could wish all English gentlemen have independent and valid claims on our admiration or to be ; and to one or two nondescripts. affection. On tbis ground, we would deprecate the style Our hero finds, on returning to his inn, the whole rusof criticism which has been applied to Mr Smith's ro- tic population met in solemn conclave, to deliberate on mances in a quarter where we would have looked for the measures best calculated to repel this threatened war better things. Although Mr Smith is not Sir Walter on their festivities. We are here introduced both to the Scott, that is no reason why his pleasing, although less village-landlord, a great frequenter of scientific lectures ; powerful, works should be ruthlessly condemned, and and to the great chief of all the smugglers of the New Foheld up on all occasions as a mockery and a by-word. rest. The first appearance of this important personage is

The novel now before us is a production differing con- thus described :siderably from its predecessors. Instead of calling up

“ The first, who had dismounted from a beautiful bloodbefore us the pageantry of other times, and seeking to add mare, which appeared to have travelled far and fast, and an interest to his writings, by evoking the phantoms of which he himself had carefully installed before he entered those great names which are familiar in our mouths as broad, muscular, almost Herculean frame, with a face of

the house, was of rather short stature, but of remarkably household words, the author has, in the present instance, very singular and striking appearance, In shape it was ventured on a tale which, professing to pourtray the li- nearly triangwar, the broad chin and jowl forming the neaments of our contemporaries, can be judged—as far as widest part. The forehead was narrow, the round, black, its faithfulness is concerned by all; and which, taking sparkling bold eyes were set close together, the nose was sano borrowed lustre from its connexion with some great lient and well-formed, but the mouth was disproportionpablic event, stands on its own merits. He has not even ately wide, while the lines, or rather the cordage that drew candescended to cater for applause by the fashionable clap- dark hue of his muzzle, well-shaven as it was, and a pro

his face in deep furrows all around it, together with the trap of introducing on his stage some celebrated literary fusion of black, thick-curling hairs falling down to his or political character of the day.

shoulders like a mane, gave his whole physiognomy a pointMr Smith has thus attempted an arduous task ; for the ed resemblance to that of a lion. Free from any fell or sadomestic events of the present day do not afford many ma- vage expression, his countenance, indeed, exhibited much of terials for the novelist. Every thing is so fashioned to the calm, noble, imperturbable courage observable in the look the rule and line, that an interesting plot is almost out

of that king of the forest. He wore a frock and waistcoat of the question. If any one, from depravity of character, mous fisherman's boots, reaching half-way up his thigh.

of dark-coloured velveteen, blue cloth trowsers, and enoro transient impulse of passion, commit a crime, the po- A rare India shawl was tied round his throat, and when lice get hold of him, the jury try him, and the judge his waistcoat and shirt were blown open, it might be seen condemns him—there is an end. The very affairs of the that his breast was as shaggy as that of the animal which heart, broken plight, disregard of the marriage vow, are

he so much resembled in his visage. In his hand he carried submitted to our courts of law, and reduced to a calcula

a rich meerschaum-pipe, which he immediately began to tion of pounds, shillings, and pence. Nay, the times are smoke; nor did any one care to tell hiin of the chairman's eren unfavourable for a painter of manners. Nobody has while a buz of “the Capt'n, the Capt'n! make way for

interdict, all making respectful way for him as he entered, a character of his own now-a-days. We have all been the Capt'n !" ran round the room, and continued till he sent to the school at the proper time, and taught to read. seated himself, and pursued his smoking, which he did We support those characters into which education has without uttering a word.” drilled us, or which have struck our fancies in the course The fair is held in despite of opposition, and Melcomb of our reading, and awakened our imitative faculties. | (the hero) has an opportunity of displaying at it his prowLife itself is a hollow theatrical pageant, and its image ess and generosity. He afterwards saves the life of the in a book is the shadow of a shade—the vision of a dream. Capt'n's” daughter, and of a sort of Lord Byron smugOur very oddities and eccentricities (we have them as gler, her lover. He performs, in due time, sundry and well as our forefathers) are of that broken discontinuous divers acts of benevolence, which gain him the esteem of kind, which may form tolerable subjects for a lively essay, the whole peasantry. At the same time, the vanity of but which do not bear to be grouped into a novel. To the mineralogist and his wife has induced them to reattempt uniting them into a continuous work, is like present bim as a man of fortune, wishing to settle in twisting a rope of sand. In addition to this, Mr Smith's these parts, and all the mammas being anxious to secure mind is not well fitted to supply these deficiencies. It him for their daughters, he becomes in like manner a pet wants intensity. He does not bear you on with one ir- of the higher classes. He brings his adoptive step-moresistible torrent of interest. His works are more like ther (a riglar Virginnay woman) down to the country, some river which has widened to a lake. You walk along and he and she establish themselves in the mineralogist's its banks admiring the reflected mountains and woods, the house. rich hues cast upon its breast from the evening clouds, He has succeeded, by this time, in getting himself inscarcely sensible that it has an onward progress.

troduced to his innamorato's father, whom he finds a rich We hardly know how to give an abstract of the story. old hunks, with some unrevealed crime preying on his conThe hero (one of the most perfect of human beings, and science, soothing himself by the conscientious discharge of whom, therefore, we have the author's express permission the magisterial duties, and the perusal of the old English to call a prig) arrives at the village of Thaxted, in the dramatists. Our hero ingratiates himself into the good first volume, in a stage-coach. He comes partly to seek graces of this strange personage ; and the consequence of for a relative of the widow of his adopted father, and part- his admission to the run of the house, is a ripening of the ly to get a peep at the lady of his love, who lives immured affection between him and the young lady. So far all has with a hypochondriacal and miserly father. He takes a gone well with him, but now disasters come crowding sentimental walk round her house and sees nobody. He upon him. The frail rib of his friend conceives an affecafterwards meets the gentleman he is in search of, who tion for him, and receiving a repulse, accuses him of an proven to be an ex-smuggler turned mineralogist in his old attempt upon her virtue. He quits the house, and the days, and married to a young wife of somewhat question married pair blacken his character through the whole able character. In company with him he stumbles upon country. His poverty is discovered, and his summer a consultation of the neighbouring dignitaries, anent the friends fall off from him. He proposes marriage to the best measures for putting down a fair, whose periodical Justice's daughter, and is ordered to quit the house by the celebration is approaching. He thus gets introduced to old gentleman. He receives a challenge from Captain the parish clergyman, weak, pom pous, and good-natured; Frampton, and with true philosophy refuses to fight him. Finally, he is arrested and lodged in jail. Very few ad- On the whole, Mr Smith's hero is a sort of Hugh here to him in his reverses, but he bears every thing with Trevor, though with more human interest about him. the same equanimity that he bore his good fortune. When His book, too, as regards the delineation of manners and things are at the worst, an old companion in iniquity of character, intimates more acquaintance with the world the Justice appears most opportunely to set matters to than Holcroft's. rights. It turns out that the old gentleman's undivulged crime was the doing away with the infant heir of an estate, in order to secure it to himself. It is next satisfac- Discourses on some important Subjects of Natural and torily established that Melcomb is that heir, who has been Revealed Religion, &c. Second Edition. By Dr Scott, providentially preserved. He pardons the wrong, and in Minister of Corstorphine. Adam Black, Edinburgh ; order to secure his own happiness and the old sinner's re- and Longman and Co. London. 1829. putation, marries the daughter, and receives his own estate as a dowery. There are some subordinate plots con- There is something singular attending the fate of ser. nected with this main one, which we have not time to mon-writing. It is a species of composition which ought particularise.

to be the most popular of any, because the subject-matter There are many bold and vivid sketches of character in of sermons comes the closest of any to man's “ business this book, as well as some beautiful descriptions of natu- and bosoms;" and it might seem, that the views and exral scenery, and some bursts of elegant, if not very pow- positions of almost every intelligent and thoughtful man erful poetical feeling. The individuals most successfully upon the great points of faith and of practice, would meet brought out are a negro servant of Frampton, the Smug- a corresponding chord in the minds of many readers. gler, and his crew, and old Welbeck, the Justice. There The fault no doubt may lie a good deal with the writers is an unwonted power displayed in the passions which con- of sermons. 'The very best are apt to fall, every now vulse the shattered frame of the latter at the denouement, and then, into the established phrases and language of and in his transition under their influence from a stern and religious meditation, when it is evident that there is very energetic man, to a fond superannuated imbecile. We are little thought and heart in the business ;somewhat uncertain what we ought to select as a specimen

""'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more." of the work. We are strangely tempted with some of the But, in return, there is scarcely a volume of sermons so merry freaks of black Pompey, who is every way worthy indifferent in which an attentive reader, interested in the of the author of Winky Bass. But we prefer dwelling mighty themes discussed in them, would not find some on the declining days of the old smuggler, “ with him our apposite illustrations which had never occurred to him song begun, with him shall end.”

before, or some felicitous or unctious expressions warm In a small parlour of this farm, which Mary appro- from the conviction and feelings of the writer.

We by priated to her father as his smoking room, the old man no means wish to encourage, from these remarks, the might frequently be seen sitting by the fire, or at the open hasty and inconsiderate publication of sermons, either window, according to the season, with two fair curly, by ciergymen themselves, or by their families after their headed, beautiful grandchildren climbing up his knees, and forming a group that forcibly recalled Cipriani's picture of death—a practice of which the respectable writer before Cupid's sporting with a lion; while their infant prattle us, in his preface, remarks with some humour, that it contrasted strikingly with the gruff voice of their grand- "is most hurtful to the author, whatever benefit it may sire, as, in words of menace, though with a look of the most be to his family.” But, on the other hand, we should affectionate tenderness, he growled now and then, “Hallo! wish readers in general not to be so fastidious with re'vast there, you youngsters! Start my timbers ! if you touch spect to sermon-writing ; and if they should not find exmy pipe, I'll sarve it out to you—give you a taste of the actly their own thoughts and sentiments returned upon rope's end; so down with you, Harry; down, I say, Poll!” His favourite baunt when he left home was the bow-win-them, or should happen to plunge into some uninteresting dowed room of a public-house beside the quay at South- passage of common-place, not therefore to conclude that ampton, where, until very lately, the original from whom there is nothing in the volume that can tend to editicawe have drawn our portrait, might be seen three or four tion, or which would not greatly repay the attentive perdays in the week. sipping his strong punch, plying his in- usal of it. separable meerschaum, and gazing complacently down the The volume before us has suggested this train of water. Hence, after emptying his bowl, he would sally thought. It is very unequal, and savours of a defect to forth to the quay, take his stand against the old capstan, which many men of ability are liable,--the want of percriticise the sailing of every vessel that passed up or down Southampton water, and as he became gradually sur ception of what is good and what is bad in their own wrirounded with a little knot of eager listeners, it was here tings. At the same time, we are aware that it is a very that he loved to crack of the immense sums for which he disagreeable thing to submit our own compositions to the had been exchequered; of the crops that he had formerly criticism and selection even of a judicious and candid worked in his lucky little lugger the “ Ax about!" of the friend; men especially of retired and studious habits, who money he had made, and the enterprises he had achieved, in his celebrated fast-sailing cutter the Longsplice ; of the the most require to pass through such an ordeal previous services rendered to him by his sagacious black mastiff Bel

to publication, are naturally the most averse to it. The zebub; and the hairbreadth escapes to which he was in learned author of this volume is one of the first scholars debted for the fleetness of his favourite mare, who, now

in sacred literature of whom the Church of Scotland can that she was past labour, was turned out to graze upon his boast, and any imperfections which may be found in it son-in-law's farm, where a day seldom elapsed without her are to be ascribed mainly to an unacquaintance with the being visited and caressed by her old master. The Captain, book-making art, in which those who are more occupied for by this epithet he still continued to be known, becoming as he waxed older a praiser of the bygone time, in forth, are not apt to be great adepts.

with solid learning than with the manner of putting it

There are several disparagement of the present, was accustomed to talk with great contempt of modern smugglers and their paltry ad- of the sermons, accordingly, in this collection, that both in ventures, though he candidly confessed that the difficulties point of interest and composition, might have been left with which they had to contend were materially increased. out without any loss to the reputation of the author. As he was, in every other respect, a most loyal character, But, again, there are several admirable, both in matter it grieves us to add, that in adverting to this fact, he would and expression, and just as good as any that are to be occasionally speak in the most irreverent terms of the go- found upon the same subjects. There are two excellent vernment, questioning their right to establish either customs or excise in the first instance, stigmatizing the Pre

sermons on " The fitness of the time at which Christ apventive Service as a rascally innovation, and condemuing peared upon earth,”—not so eloquent or splendid as Dr the Coast Blockade altogether as a monstrous act of tyranny Robertson's famous sermon on the same subject, but conand oppression, which hardly gave the honest free-tradei taining much excellent remark, conveyed in very lively å chance of working a crop once in a twelveinonth.” and precise language. We may also particularize two

other excellent sermons,—one on “ The greatness and

Unless we are told how the Duchess dignity of Christ during his abode upon earth;"_and an

Conversed with her cousin, the Earl. other, on “ The Socinian, Arminian, Calvinistic, and “ Our dialogues now must be quite full Antinomian Theories of Justification,” in which, in a

Of titles, I give you my word ;very few pages, more is stated clearly, and to the pur

• My Lady, you're looking delightful ;'

indeed! Do you think so, my Lord ?' pise, and a more correct judgment formed upon these

• You've heard of the Marquis's marriage, thorny discussions than will be obtained from many vo

The bride with her jewels new set, lumes of controversy.

Four horses, the new travelling carriage, We do not promise, however, that these Discourses

The dejeuné a-la-fourchette ?' are ever destined to be popular; but their learned and in

Haut ton finds her privacy broken, genious author may find much consolation for any public

We trace all her ins and her outy, nezlect within the precincts of his own parish, an impor- The very sinall talk that is spoken tant station for ministerial usefulness—where the genius

By very great people at routes of Burn has lately converted the old ruinous church into At 'Tenby, Miss Jinks asks the loan of one not less commodious than beautiful, at the same time

The book from the innkeeper's wife,

And reads till she thinks she is one of that it retains its antique interest and character, and where in the schools for the rising generation of both

The leaders of elegant lite." sexes, the foundation seems to be laid of living temples

As to the “ Adventures of a King's Page,” we are austill more interesting and attractive.

thorized most positively to state, that it is not “ from the pen of a foreign prince, long a resident at this court,"

nor does it contain “ the private history of one of the The Adventures of a King's Page. By the Author of most leading members of the world of fashion,”—nor is · Almack's Revisited." 3 vols. London. Henry there any key” to the novel “ in private circulation, Colburn. 1829.

and immense demand,"- '-nor is it altogether true, that

“ the whole of the first edition was sold off within fourOu! these endless, fashionable novels! Sorely do we and-twenty hours.” But though we are enabled to conrue the day that gentlemen took it into their heads to tradict these ingenious reports which have so much agiprint. No two professions can be more distinct than tated all classes of society, we shall not attempt to deny those of an author and a gentleman. The difference is as that this novel is the production of a Captain White, (the great as between a regular-bred actor—a Garrick or a advertisements in the newspapers called him a colonel for Kemble—and a mere amateur of private theatricalsman a long while, but this was antedating his promotion,) and Honourable Mr Stapleton, or an Augustus Horatio Man- that he formerly wrote an unfashionable fashionable nodeville. The former stands upon his merits alone ; the vel, called “ Almack's Revisited,” or “ Herbert Milton,” latter trusts to the indulgence of friends, and the astonish- which, we presume, nobody ever read. To do it justice, ing fact that he should be able to perform at all. In a the “ Adventures of a King's Page” is a little better, and fashionable novel the author commonly votes all literary is three volumes' worth of rather respectable dulness. merit vulgar ; but expects that his lucubrations will be We daresay Captain White is a good deal of a gentleman fæceived with gratitude and applause, because he intro- “about town;" goes to a tolerably fashionable party when duces the most soap-boiling or sugar-selling reader into he is asked; dresses fully as neatly and genteelly as an the first circles, and gives us a glimpse of at least three officer on half-pay can be expected to do, (few officers Dukes, half-a-dozen Marquises, a score of Lords, and know how to wear plain clothes ;) leaves his card in a Baronets ud infinitum. He undertakes, too, to paint their becoming manner for several lady dowagers; takes his manners and modes of life ; that is to say, he is pleased beefsteak and his half-bottle of port with much thankto inform us that they rise at two, go to the Park tillfulness at the club; and drops into a box at Drury Lane seven, dine at eight, lounge through evening parties till just about a quarter of an hour after “ half-price.” With cock-crow, and then return to bed. This might become such qualifications as these, he is adinirably calculated to a little monotonous; and therefore the more able and write a fashionable novel, in the course of which he inimaginative writer of a fashionable novel introduces a troduces George III., his Queen, and all the Royal Faduel

, a tour to the continent, and a marriage, to make mily, together with the greater portion of the aristocracy of the whole as complete and interesting as possible.—“ Oh England, who, for the most part, according to the great banochrie! oh honochrie!”--the wearisome inanity of a moral law of fashionable novels, are presented to us under whole cart-load of these three-volumed books ! Would the agreeable aspect of heartless votaries of pleasure and to Heaven that we could make one vast bonfire of them, intrigue. We are not quite sure that Captain White has as the Doctors of the Church at Constantinople once did always preserved the exact phraseology of fashionable of all the Greek poets. We should thus give, in the life ; at least we almost fancied ourselves in a barrackWords of a French writer, “ une grande preuve d'in-room when we found Lord Roxmere (in vol. iii. p. 219) tégrité, de probité, et de religion.”

Mr Haynes Baylley, saying to his wife the Marchioness, “D-n you, madam, who has written so many excellent songs, has written one you shall suffer properly for this when you get home.” Against fashionable novels, which is so very pat to our

But the author of “ Almack's Revisited” must, of course, purpose, that we cannot deny ourselves the pleasure of be better versed in these things than we are. giving it a place here, the more especially as we believe We have spoken slightingly of the “ Adventures of a it is not generally known to our readers :

King's Page,” because we hate the class of works to which Lord Harry has written a novel,

it belongs, and because the author, though possessing a A story of elegant life;

certain facility in the use of his pen, appears to us entirely No stuff about love in a hovel,

destitute of that genius, the presence of which, in a literNo sketch of a clown and his wife;

ary composition of any kind, always covers a multitude No trash such as patbos and passion,

of sins, and the absence of which we can scarcely forgive.
Fine feelings, expression, or wit;
But all about people of fashion,
Come, look at his caps how they fit.

The New Monthly, and London Magazine, No. CIII.
Oh, Radcliffe, thou once wert the charmer The Westminster Review, No. XXI.

Of girls who sat reading all night;
Thy heroes were striplings in armour,

We speak it not in vanity; but it does appear to us
Thy heroines damsels in white.

that the stars of the earth, as well as those of the heaBut past are those terrible touches;

vens, are colder and more languid in proportion to the Our lips in derision we curl,

length of the period they require to complete their revo




lutions. Thus, the Westminster is neither so bright nor ous notes, and ending, on all occasions, with a mournful so lively as Blackwood or the New Monthly, and neither cadence. Ask the Hungarian why this is so, and he will of them can be for a moment compared with a publica- tell you that it suits the state of his country that all tion, which modesty forbids us to name, but which every her sons should have “ tears in their eyes, and sabres in reader will readily do for us. The Quarterlies and their hands." Bowring is the best translator living, and Monthlies are, nevertheless, deserving works upon the to him we are indebted for many little poetical gems, colwhole, and may rely upon our countenance and protec- lected from all nations, which might otherwise never tion.

have been known in this country. We give one specie The broad stream of the New Monthly has just re- men from the Hungarian :ceived the tributary waters of the London into its bo

To speak without metaphor, (for we like to adapt Enthusiast. “ Is it thus ? ourselves to the most Cockney capacities,) the London Ma- And if not thus, say how? gazine has been incorporated into Mr Colburn's, or Mr For a wild fire is burning in my bosom, Campbell's, - the reader may designate the publication which I can quench not-which I cannot guide;

I strive to build the fair-to build the fairest as the offspring of either of these great men, accord- Upon the wise as thou wouldst teach me: I ing as he inclines to attribute more importance to the

Would blend my spirit and my heart in one, Editor or the Publisher—to the leading Orator of the Making my hymn both beautiful and strong ; House, or the first Lord of the Treasury. The conse- That it may teach—and teaching, may transport quences of this new Holy Alliance we leave to time to With ecstasy. I ask with prayerful tear determine ; but the first-born of the nuptials (we beg My way to faine's bright goal: thou hast the crown, pardon for changing the metaphor) is a spirited and pro- With passionate longings, I beseech thee-say,

Teach me to win and wear it-I beseech thee, mising bantling. It stretches its little legs in the nurse's Say—thus. Ah, no, 'tis sweet--but not successfullap vigorously, and squalls with energy. It is redolent of I cannot reach the bourn—and life to me London associations, as a work published in the Metro- Is melancholy waste of life! polis ought to be. As we sipped our coffee, and read Philosopher. “ Give thy feelings ample room, Londoniana,” our youth came back upon our memory Time shall soon disperse their gloom. --the Temple Gardens and St James's Park were green When bound in snows the wild stream leaves its bed as in its halcyon days—the rattle of drays and waggons Rocks, mud, and forest-branches, canst thou see

Murmuring, and as it maddens, bears along was in our ear-Westminster-bridge at early dawn---Bond- Young flowers, and the blue heaven upon its face ? street in its mid-day glow_and Drury with her cresset

Thou turn'st away in sadness from its waves lamps, were bodily before us. Still more to our taste

So troubled-for 'tis purity that charms
was that morsel of profound philosophy, so accordant to And quiet. Think on this and be at rest.
the rapid march of intellect,“ The Toyman is abroad.” The muse is a soft maiden, whose bright wand,

-“ The Saison in Dublin” is, no doubt, amusing to those Whose odorous ringlets, flinging light around,
who understand its allusions; and the Edinburgh Re- Thy lips may kiss. She is not wooed by fierceness,
miniscences of “ The young Surgeon” are as harmless as

But turns, deep blushing, to her own sweet self, could be desired. The serious articles are no after-din- From the wild turbulent grasp of stormy thought.” ner business, and we have, therefore, postponed them.

There is, in the present Number of the Westminster Did we not know the staid and proper habits of the a learned and able article on the Peruvian Quipoes, to Editor, we should suspect, from his review of " Geral- which we refer such of our readers as may be curious dine of Desmond,” that he longed to be munching crum

about these matters. The only remaining article of inpets. The only real objection, however, that the most

terest is the last, on what is called the Greatest Happifastidious could find to the interesting child we are

ness Principle, in which it is noised abroad Jeremy Bentnow dandling on our knee, is its teasing and tiresome re

ham takes the field in person against the Edinburgh semblance to its hundred and two predecessors who have

Review. We decline the honour of entering into the gone to the tomb of all the Capulets,” or, in plain Eng

controversy. lish, been placed on the shelf. " Yet often in his maddest mirthful mood,

Sharpe's London Magazine ; The Three Chapters for Strange pangs would flash across Childe Harold's brow;"

July 1829. J. Sharpe, London. we know not how it is, but let us be as merry as We have already announced this new periodical, which, crickets, if the Westminster Review but appears, we be- to a certain extent, combines the advantages of a Magacome as serious as itself. Its approach has the same ef-zine and an Annual, possessing the variety of the former, fect upon our spirits as the teacher's on a parcel of noisy with the beauty of decoration and elegance of printing of schoolboys. It is a sort of respectable old pedagogue, the latter. It is called “ The Three Chapters,” because who inevitably gives the conversation a serious and in- it is divided into three parts, each of which at the end of structive turn. He is this time, however, in a gayer a year is to be bound up separately into volumes. The mood than usual: his taws are in his pocket, and he first of these parts, which is entitled “ Poetry and Roflourishes his silver-headed cane with rather a degagé sort mance,” will make a volume similar in size and apof air. The articles on poor Clapperton's last expedition, pearance to the “ Anniversary.” The second division and on modern Italy, will be read with interest. The consists of Essays, Criticisms on New Works, the Drama, article on Cobbett's Indian corn is positively amusing, Fine Arts, &c. ; and the third, under the title of “ The which shows what a clever man may do with a bad sub- Monthly Club,” is a dialogue, à la Noctes Ambrosiane, ject. The paper on Paul Louis Courier, is a spirited de omnibus negotiis et quibusdam aliis. Allan Cunningham sketch of one of the most honest and reckless characters and Theodore Hook act as Editors, and there can be no that ever existed. Mr Bowring holds forth to good doubt that if two such men exert themselves, the one with purpose on the Hungarian poets. If the specimens he so much genius, and the other so much cleverness and has given us convey an accurate notion of them, it must savoir vivre, the “ Three Chapters " must succeed. The excite some surprise to find that their sentiments and first Number is a very favourable augury of what is to imagery are of that highly polished and delicate kind, follow. It opens with a lively humorous sketch by Hook, which are now common to all the educated nations of entitled “ The Splendid Annual,” videlicet, a Lord Mayor Europe. We discover in them no traces of the fierce of London. Four poems follow, the first by L. E. L, the and varied character of the tribes which compose the po- second an excellent ballad by Southey, the third a sweet pulation of Hungary. We believe, however, that the little thing by G. Darley, and the fourth another piece general character of their minor effusions is like that of by Southey. An able prose article by Allan Cunningtheir national music commencing with gentle voluptu- ham, entitled " The Pen and the Pencil,” concludes the. " Poetry and Romance" department. The remaining joy on every green bank, and in each quiet sequestered contents are equally interesting, though for the most part glade ! Hark! the music of universal nature rings of a more ephemeral nature. We must not omit to men- through the air ! There is a voice in every fleecy cloudtion the fine engraving by H. Rolls, from one of the paint- an unseen spirit of melody in every passing zephyr. The ings Wilkie brought home with him lately from the Con- lakes, the rivers, and the seas, lo! they are liquid light! tinent — The Calabrian Shepherds singing their evening Saw you that unforgotten sunset—those purple gleams hymn to the Virgin. This embellishment is itself worth upon the mountain--those rainbow streaks through all more than the price of the Number. We have seldom seen the glowing west! Then the soft soothing of the twiin any of the Annuals an engraving we admired more; it light-hour-when the bee is asleep in his honied cell, and is redolent of all the fine genius of Wilkie, and all the the imperial butterfly rests on the bosom of the dewadmirable tact and finish of Rolls.

gemmed flower -- when not a sound steals on the rapt

ear but the beating of the sleepless heart, and the wordEridence of the Truth of the Christian Religion, derived less aspirations of the invisible soul, conscious of its imfrom the literal fulfilment of Prophecy ; particularly as mortality! Hail to thee, loveliest June! Thy smile illustrated by the History of the Jews, and by the Dis- awaited me at my birth; may it rest upon me at the coreries of recent Travellers. By the Rev. Alexander hour of death—may it cast its sunshine into my grave as Keith, Minister of the Parish of St Cyrus. Fourth my coffin descends into the earth, and the few who loved Edition. Edinburgh. Waugh and Innes. 1829.

me look upon it for the last time!

The fruits—the luscious ruby fruits are swelling inThis is the learned and able work of a learned and to ripeness. I know nothing of the fruits of the south able man. It is as creditable to the readers as to the -I talk of those of my own country. I have a thorough author, that it has already reached a fourth edition. The contempt for Italy with its grapes !—I detest Spain with question which Mr Keith has considered at length, and its oranges !--I should be happy to annihilate Turkey with great talent, is, “ Whether there be any clear pre- and Asia with their olives and citrons !—I am writing dictions, literally accomplished, which, from their nature and thinking only of Scotland. I was a child, once ;and their number, demonstrate that the Scriptures are reader ! so were you. Do you recollect the day and the the dictates of inspiration, or that the spirit of prophecy hour when the blessed influence of strawberries and is the testimony of Jesus ?” It is impossible to follow cream first flashed on your awakened mind, and you felt his reasonings and illustrations, without feeling impera- that life had not been given you in vain? I was just tively called upon to pronounce with the author an an- seven years old—my previous existence is a blank in me&wer in the affirmative,

mory—when I spent a June in the country. I may have picked before, in the blind ignorance of infancy, some

little red pulpy balls, which may have been presented to A Brief Memoir of the Life of James Wilson, (late of me on a little blue plate by my aunt or grandmother,— Elinburgh,) with Extracts from his Journal and Cor- but never-never till my seventh year was I aware, that respondence, written chiefly during a residence in Guate in the melting luxuriance of one mouthful, so large a share mala. London, A. Panton. Edinburgh, J. Boyd. of human happiness might be comprised. Sugar, cream, 1829.

and strawberries! Epicurean compound of unimaginable This is a posthumous compilation from the papers of ecstasy! trinity of excellence ! producing the only harmoan amiable and deserving young man, who, being left an

nious whole known to me in all the annals of taste! The orphan in early life, was educated at that valuable insti- fresh vigour of my youthful palate may have yielded tution, the Orphan Hospital of Edinburgh. He was of somewhat to the deadening effect of time, but the glorious religious habits, and died at the early age of twenty-eight, recollections of those profound emotions, excited by my after visiting, as an emigrant and missionary, several in- first intoxicating feast on strawberries and cream, is worth teresting parts both of North and South America. The every other thought that memory can conjure up. Breathes extracts from his Journal and Correspondence form the there the man who presumes to smile at my enthusiasm ? best part of the present volume, which, we believe, is Believe me, he is destined to pass away and be forgotten, published for the benefit of his surviving relatives.

as the insect upon which you tread. He is a measurer of broad-cloth or a scribbler of juridical technicalities.

Such is not the destiny awaiting yonder rosy group of MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. smiling prattlers. I love the rogues for the enlarged and

animated countenances with which they gaze upon the "FRUITS IN THEIR SEASONS,"_" STRAWBERRIES red spoils before them. Never speak to me of gluttony. AND CREAM."

It is a natural and a noble appetite, redolent of health By Henry G. Bell.

and happiness, and I honour it. There is genius in the

breathing expression of those parted lips which, now that Away with thee, blithe April! away with thee into the good dame is about to commence her impartial divithe green churchyard of the past ! Thou art of those sion, seem to anticipate, in a delightful agony of expectawhom we love, yet can part from with scarce a sigh! tion, the fulness of the coming joy. Observe with how Thou art the young Aurora of the year that comes to much vigour that youthful Homer grasps his silver tell of brighter hours, and even as thy soft voice whis- spoon! Would you have thought those rose-bud lips pers of their coming, they steal upon thee, and thou art could have admitted so vast a mouthful of strawberries? forgotten in their effulgence.

--- Yet, down they go that juvenile æsophagus, and, as Away with thee, bright May! I am an angler, and I Shakspeare well expresses it, “ leave not a wreck belove thy glancing streams winding down the hills, where hind !" Turn your gaze to this infantine Sappho. What not a lingering snow-wreath dares to tempt the sun- unknown quantities of cream and sugar the little cherub beatns of the bright blue skies. I am an angler, and I owe consumes ! Cold on the stomach! Phoo! the idea is worthee, sweet May! many an hour's forgetfulness of all the thy of a female Septuagenarian, doomed to the horrors of world-many a waking dream and glorious vision where perpetual celibacy. If she speak from experience, in in bope was truth, and life eternity! Away with thee, heaven's name, give her a glass of brandy, and let her

work out her miserable existence in fear and trembling. June, unequalled June, is blazing full in the meridian. If there be a merrier party of bon-vivants at this moSee

, how the old ancestral woods extend in gladness their ment in Christendom, may I never enter a garden again! umbrageous arms! See, how the golden flowers in count. Yet, at this very moment, there are prime ministers sitless millions spring up with a sudden impulse of life and ting down to cabinet dinners, and seeing in every guest

deceiver !

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