And who, among the lapsed posterity of Adam, shall arrogate to himself a fitness of condition to throw the first stone, for "who can say I have made my heart clean, and am pure from my sin"? "Who art thou," asks the Apostle, "that judgest another man's servant? to his own master he standeth or falleth." And we should do well to bear in mind, that he whom we condemn may be an object of divine mercy, even although to us he appear past hope; and can we think that there is no sin in judging whom God shall accept? "Therefore art thou inexcusable, O man, whosoever thou art, that judgest: for wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself; for thou that judgest doest the same things."

Observations on Impediments in Speech. By Joseph Poett, sen. London, Highley. In this pamphlet, after some general observations on the subject of impediments of speech, mention is made of many cases successfully treated by the author. As these are attested by highly respectable persons, and as the observations which precede them, prove that Mr. Poett has scientifically considered the subject, we willingly recommend his little pamphlet to the consideration of all who are interested in the subject on which it treats.

Lectiones Latina. By J. Rowbotham, F.R.A.S. London, Wilson.

THIS is an attempted improvement of the Hamiltonian system, and is not particularly successful. The selections are, however, made with taste, and the translations in general merit the praise of accuracy.

ORIGINAL PAPERS

TO SHERIDAN KNOWLES, ESQ. After witnessing his Play of The Hunchback.'

BY THOMAS ROSCOE.

SWEET to lone traveller on his far-bound way,
The song of bird, green field, and eventide;
And sweet for sacred freedom, side by side,
To heroic youth, battling 'gainst slavery's sway;
To patriot truth snatching their ill-won prey-
A country's rights-from kings', lords', priests'
bad pride,

'Mid deepening clouds and storms the helm to guide,

Of her lost peace-to hail some brighter day.
Yet sweeter, in her dark hour, 'tis to know,
Spirits like thine yet guard her moral weal,
To social truth and beauty holding high
Nature's own mirror, till the passions flow
In calm pure currents, and you bid us feel
How England's daughters love-how Rome's
could die.

THE LIFE AND CONFESSIONS, INCLUDING THE OPINIONS, MORAL AND PHILOSOPHICAL, OF DICKY O'BRADY, ESQ.

[FROM AN UNPUBLISHED AUTOBIOGRAPHY.+] Which way I turn is hell; myself am hell.-Milton. I am not in the roll of common men.-Shakspeare.

I was born in the year 1770. I drew my first breath in that division of the metropolis of England distinguished by the name of St. Giles's. The name of my mother was Martha O'Brady. She was descended of the family of that name, who had for many years exercised the trade of potato-dealers in the purlieus of Seven Dials. She was endowed with a capacious understanding, and had never married. I have no distinct notion who

It must be evident to our readers that, in style and manner, as well as in his mode of thinking, Mr. O'Brady is an imitator of one of our most popular Novelists.-ED.

was my father. Perhaps, in the extreme and philosophical sense of the words, this may be said to be a point of knowledge unattainable by human powers; but I am even destitute of those rational and received grounds of inference and decision, by which, according to the present scheme of human society, I should be justified in appropriating the male parental title to any one given individual. My mother entertained an unbounded veneration for truth. She early endeavoured to instil into my mind a similar sentiment. To have spoken with any degree of positiveness as to the paternal author of my being, would have been, to a certain extent, to counteract the effect of her lessons. She was eminently cautious upon this point.

Nature seems to have implanted in the human mind the principles of a laudable curiosity. I had now attained the age of five years and four months. I suddenly became anxious (to repeat my own artless phrase) "to know who was my daddy." I was, what is usually termed, a 'cute child. By a sort of sagacious instinct, or rather, instinctive sagacity, I was impelled to submit this inquiry to my maternal parent. The first time this inquiry intruded upon her auricular faculty, she received it with a look of mingled astonishment and impatience. She turned hastily from me and exclaimed, "Oysters." This exclamation, as will hereafter be explained, was not utterly destitute of motive. I was still unsatisfied. At intervals I continued to propose to her the same paralyzing and unwelcome question, with a pertinacity beyond my years, and with a precision in its construction and utterance, calculated to render any degree of dexterity in the arts of subterfuge utterly useless.

The human mind, in its excursions in search of truth, must be either satisfied or subdued. To satisfy mine on the important topic which now fully occupied it, my mother knew was impossible. She therefore had recourse to the arbitrary and unjust expedient of silencing its importunities by the interposition of a major power in the form of a bamboo cane. In addition to the physical suffering that resulted to me from this proceeding, I felt it to be unwise. It was unargumentative. It was illogical. Nothing strictly intellectual could be deduced from it. It was singularly calculated to set at nought the sublime faculty of disputation. It must be admitted, however, that it was wonderfully adapted to produce the effect my mother desired. I never more employed my eloquence upon that particular topic. It taught me "to hold my cursed little clack." Such, as I perfectly well remember, was my mother's expression. It may seem useless to record so apparent a trifle, but it produced upon my mind an impression never to be effaced; and must be considered as possessing a certain degree of influence over the whole of my future life.

My mother had long been afflicted with a variety of maladies, which now threatened to the period of which I am now speaking I bring her terrestrial existence to a close. At was twelve years of age. It was about seven o'clock on one of the finest July evenings that had ever dimpled with smiles the cheek of Heaven, since that remote period of time when this terrestrial ball was first acknowledged a member of the solar system, and destined to perform a certain course along with its sister planets. I was playing at the

game called dumps, on the pavement of the court in which our humble habitation was situated. This game I particularly loved. There was something in the dull and heavy fall of the dump, and its immobility when once it had fallen, exquisitely in harmony with the prevailing tone of my feelings. Perhaps it was from an opposite cause that I eminently disliked marbles. Let a marble, a taw for instance, fall from your grasp. It strikes the pavement. It rebounds. It repeats this phenomenon a certain number of times, each succeeding time with a diminished force. Even after this rebounding power is utterly exhausted, the restless and unsteady taw rolls along the ground, and a considerable portion of time must elapse, before it can acquire sufficient self-command to enable it to remain steady and immobile. The distinctive principles which characterize these games must be evident. If I were invited to pronounce upon the future destiny of two youths, one of whom should exhibit a love of dumps, whilst the other betrayed a fondness for marbles, I should augur, that the patron of marbles might become a poet, but that it was infallibly in the destiny of the dumpist to become a philosopher. "Doleful dumps," as Shakspeare hath it, were the favourite recreation of my soul.

On this particular occasion my adversary in the game was William White. Why, even at this late period of my human existence, does my blood boil and my flesh tingle; why do my bones rattle and my arteries quiver, while I blacken this innocent and unoffending paper with the accursed and ever-hated name of William White! I have already said that on this particular occasion he was my adversary in the game. I was at the point of winning seven dumps at a cast, when I was suddenly summoned to my mother's bedside. Billy (for such was his familiar appellation), with infernal readiness, took advantage of this event, and obstinately refused to pay them. How deeply did this circumstance affect me. It opened to my sight the vast volume of human depravity and baseness. As if by inspiration, I became acquainted with the substance of whole pages at a glance. The principles of virtue within me were poisoned at their spring-head.

I proceeded to the bed-chamber of my mother. It was on a fourth floor. This room was distinguished from all the others in the same edifice by the name of the front garret. It was eminently small and incommodious. Its decorations, nay, its very conveniences were few, and of the simplest construction. It was even destitute of that article of furniture which, from the use to which it is appropriated, has derived the appellation of a wardrobe. This circumstance, in conjunction with another which it is needless to explain, reduced us to the expedient of disposing of the whole of our property in wearing apparel, about our persons. The walls of this chamber were ornamented with a few together with portraits of Nancy Dawson, torn prints representing the cardinal virtues, Turpin the highwayman, and other public characters. These my mother took equal delight in contemplating. But the master works of Raphael, the sublime conceptions of Michael Angelo, were not there to be seen. In vain these are sought for in the humble dwellings of the poor! The rich, the haughty, the high-born, and the noble, who

arrogate to themselves the other luxuries and conveniences of life, withhold even these from their poorer and meaner fellow-worms! The chamber I have described possessed but one window. This window commanded a view of the roofs of the houses on the opposite side of the court. These roofs, or rooves, were so much higher than this window, that from it, a delightful and soul-invigorating prospect of the fertile eminences of Highgate and Hampstead could not be seen. On opening the window, and stretching the body a little forward, the whole of the court in which we resided might be traced, with its wooden pump at the interior extremity, and its outlet into the street at the other. This window was latticed. It had formerly been composed entirely of glass; but the ravages of time, together with some accidental circumstances, had removed much of this material, and rendered the substitution of a brownish paper, of more than ordinary substance, necessary. The light of the heavens was thus but imperfectly admitted, and a consequent gloom pervaded the whole apart ment. This gloom harmonized to an astonishing degree with the tone of my feelings; for the recollection of the perfidy of White still corroded my heart.

There are periods in our human existence when the corporeal functions are unresistingly at the command of the mental powers; or, to express myself more accurately, when the motions of the body submit instantly to the impulse of any given state of feeling. On entering my mother's bed-chamber, I should, under ordinary circumstances, have instinctively approached her. On this occasion my steps directed themselves towards the casement. With an involuntary movement I opened it. Unconsciously I placed myself in such a position as to command an uninterrupted view of the court below. This, as I have already said, was easily practicable. I carefully examined it with my eye from one end to the other, commencing at the extremity nearest to the street. Billy White, the unfaithful sharer in my boyish gambols, was no longer there. One involuntary tear started into each of my eyes. I withdrew my head. The nature of the blackest fiends of hell seemed to take possession of my bosom. I approached the bedside of my mother.

She appeared to be in a state of repose, or rather of stupefaction. On a three-legged stool at the bedside, stood a small bottle of medicine almost full, and a large leaden measure, (strongly indicating by its odour that it had lately contained a quantity of the only luxury in which she ever indulged), quite empty. These circumstances forced my young, yet not unintelligent mind, to adopt one of the only two conclusions I could devise; namely: either that she had not taken enough of the one, or that she had taken considerably too much of the other.

Mrs. O'Raffarty, our landlady, was in the

room.

She was forty-seven years of age. She was, as it is commonly expressed, blind of one eye. That one which remained applicable to the purposes of vision, was of a light grey colour. It was eminently quick and piercing. On this occasion she darted its rays into the very innermost recesses of my mind. She explored its many mazes and windings. She observed the workings of its most secret machinery. She traced and unravelled its complexities. To drop

the metaphor, she perceived the state of uncertainty in which my mind was involved, and in a tone of astonishing sympathy, rendered still more impressive by that peculiarity of pronunciation distinguished by the term, brogue, she exclaimed, "Och! by the powers! its all over with your mammy! Div'l burn me, but she has been drinking gin for all the world as a fish drinks water!"

Nature seems to have endowed the human tongue with a power of eloquence which the meanest can command on proper and requisite occasions. There was something so truly and simply energetic, in the concluding clause of Mrs. O'Raffarty's last sentence, that every fibre in my anatomy vibrates whenever I repeat it.

My mother, physically speaking, now became sensible. She perceived me. She called me to her. I approached. She grasped my left hand. "Dicky, my dear," said she, "you have often desired me to disclose the name of your father." I wish it to be observed, that I am repeating her words as they would appear in a well-regulated and properly-arranged discourse. But strong liquor had rendered her weak, and she delivered them slowly and after long intervals of silence.

"Dicky, my dear, you have often desired me to disclose the name of your father. There are causes which you are yet too young to analyze or understand, by which—"

She hesitated, and I urged upon her the necessity, or at least the propriety, of my possessing such a relative. I was a member of the great community of mankind. I was born to be a sharer and partaker in all the rights and privileges attached to the institution called Society. So far as my own feelings were concerned, it was a matter of indifference to me. Man is man. He is himself. He is neither another nor part of another. He is an animal alone and independent. For example :--I stand in Europe. That being whom society designates my brother, and fastens upon me by what it chooses to call the ties of blood, is in America. A thousand leagues divide us. I am not affected by his movements, neither is he influenced by mine. While he wakes, I sleep; he dies, yet I still live and breathe. I am a rational being; and upon this statement of the question, I feel the absurdity of such ties as those of blood or kin. I say, therefore, it was not from any silly delicacy, or to satisfy a false feeling, that I still pressed for the information I had so long coveted. No-I felt that though I was a philosopher, all other men were not so; and that in order to insure to myself a fair portion of the rights and privileges I have before alluded to, I should be called upon to prove my legitimate rights of fellowship with the rest of the world. I stated all this with incredible emphasis. I added, that I made no claim to ancestry. I desired to trace my lineage but one generation back. "Let the name of my grandfather," said I, "sleep for ever in the caves of oblivion-but as every human being has at least one father, let me, oh! let me know mine."

press

This solemn and pathetic appeal had nearly effected my object. My mother ed my hand. It was my right; for some minutes had elapsed since she relinquished the left. “Dicky, my dear-you are rightit will be as well-let me see

SONG.
FAREWELL! Success can bring no joy,
And failure nothing to destroy,
Woe cannot waste, nor pleasure thrill,
But when, for ever, ever still
I think of thee:

I could not suffer all I may
When strange and lonely, far away;
I could not bless a happier lot
If ever, ever I forgot

To think of thee.
Should the new faces I shall see,
Continue strange and cold to me,
I'll smile, and turn to one, which, yet
In coldness mine has never met-

Thinking of thee-
Should the new faces soon grow kind,
And friendly looks the wanderer find;
Upon a single one he'll call,
Whose single smile were worth them all-
Thinking of thee.

Young eyes, fair forms, in me can wake
Nothing but friendship for thy sake-
Beauty and music, mirth and song,
Do nothing, nothing, but prolong

My thought of thee-
As all that charms, from zone to zone,
With thee, or in thee, I have known,
All that may charm, in earth and sky,
I'll only count thy beauties by,-

Thinking of thee.

NOTES OF ILLINOIS. [Concluded.]

WOLVES are very numerous in every part of the state. There are two kinds-the common, or black wolf, and the prairie wolf. The former is a large fierce animal, and very destructive to sheep, pigs, calves, poultry, and even young colts. They hunt in large packs, and after using every stratagem to circumvent their prey, attack it with remarkable ferocity. Like the Indian, and strike the mortal blow without exposing they always endeavour to surprise their victim, themselves to danger. They seldom attack man, animals, when wounded, entangled, or otherwise except when asleep or wounded. The largest disabled, become their prey; but in general they only attack such as are incapable of resistance. They have been known to lie in wait upon the bank of a stream which the buffaloes were in the habit of crossing, and when one of these unwieldy animals was so unfortunate as to sink in the mire, spring suddenly upon it, and worry it to death, while thus disabled from resistance. hunt regularly; but all defenceless animals are Their most common prey is the deer, which they When tempted by hunger they approach the alike acceptable to their ravenous appetites. from under the very eye of the farmer; and farm-houses in the night, and snatch their prey when the latter is absent with his dogs, the wolf is sometimes seen by the females lurking about in mid-day, as if aware of the unprotected state

of the family.

The smell of burning assafœtida has a remarkable effect upon this animal. If a fire be made in the woods, and a portion of this drug thrown into it, so as to saturate the atmosphere with the odour, the wolves, if any are within reach of the scent, immediately assemble around, howling in markable fascination under which they seem to the most mournful manner; and such is the relabour, that they will often suffer themselves to be shot down rather than quit the spot.

Of the few instances of their attacking human beings, of which we have heard, the following may serve to give some idea of their habits. In very early times, a negro man was passing in the night, in the lower part of Kentucky, from one settlement to another. The distance was several miles, and the country over which he travelled entirely unsettled. In the morning his carcass was found entirely stripped of flesh. Near it lay his axe, covered with blood, and all around the bushes were beaten down, the ground trodden, and the number of foot tracks so great, as to show that the unfortunate victim had fought long and manfully. On pursuing his track, it appeared that the wolves had followed him for a considerable distance: he had often turned upon them and driven them back. Several times they had attacked him, and been repelled, as appeared by the blood and tracks. He had killed some of them before the final onset, and in the last conflict had destroyed several. His axe was his only weapon.

The prairie wolf is a smaller species, which takes its name from its habit of residing entirely upon the open plains. Even when hunted with dogs, it will make circuit after circuit round the prairie, carefully avoiding the forest, or only dashing into it occasionally when hard pressed, and then returning to the plain. In size and appearance this animal is midway between the wolf and the fox, and in colour it resembles the latter, being of a very light red. It preys upon poultry, rabbits, young pigs, calves, &c. The most friendly relations subsist between it and the common wolf, and they constantly hunt in packs together. Nothing is more common than to see a large black wolf in company with several prairie wolves. I am well satisfied that the latter is the jackall of Asia.

We have the fox in some places in great numbers, though, generally speaking, I think the animal is scarce. It will undoubtedly increase with the population.

In politics, he did not share the views of the greater number of his countrymen, but was much attached to Charles X., and wrote many articles, but anonymously, in the Universel,' a paper principally conducted by M. Saint-Martin, and abolished after the revolution in 1830. He was Membre de l'Institut, Professor of the Chinese and Tartar languages in the Collège de France, Conservateur des Manuscrits in the Royal Library, Member of the Committee who conduct the publication of the Journal des Savans,' and President of the Société Asiatique. Whether he held any other offices, I do not know.

He made his first appearance as a Chinese scholar, in a small work on Chinese language and literature, published, I think, as early as the year 1811. This work, however, he himself afterwards declared to be very imperfect.

Besides the 'Iu-kiao-li' and the Mélanges Asiatiques,' he published the following works: 'Recherches sur les langues Tartares,' Paris, 1820, 4to.; 'Elémens de la Grammaire Chinoise,

1822, 8vo.; Mémoires sur les Relations Politi

ques des Princes Chrétiens, particulièrement des Rois de France avec les Empereurs Mongols;' Mémoires sur Loo-tseu.'

In the 10th volume of the 'Notices et Extraits,' he published a dissertation on the Ssechou, and gave the text and translation of the Tchoung-young.

In the 11th volume of the same collection, he gave a very minute account of the Japanese Encyclopædia.

A Catalogue Raisonné,' of the Chinese books in the Bibliothèque Royale, in the preparation of which he was engaged so early as the year 1822, perhaps already before that time, has unfortunately never appeared.

He also intended to give an edition of the

The beaver and otter were once numerous, but are now seldom seen, except on our frontiers. The gopher is, as we suppose, a nondescript. The name does not occur in books of natural history, nor do we find any animal of a corresponding description. The only account that we have seen of it is in Long's Second Expedition.' In a residence in this state of eleven years, we have never seen one, nor have we ever conversed with a person who had seen one,-we mean, who has seen one near enough to examine it, and be certain that it was not something else. That such an animal exists is doubtless. But they are very shy, and their numbers small: they burrow in the earth, and are supposed to throw up those hillocks which are seen in such vast abundance over our prairies. This is to some extent a mistake, for we know that many of these little mounds are thrown up by the crawfish and by ants.

The polecat is very destructive to our poultry. The raccoon and opossum are very numerous, and extremely troublesome to the farmer, as

they not only attack his poultry, but plunder

his corn-fields. They are hunted by boys, and large numbers of them destroyed. The skins of the raccoons pay well for the trouble of taking them, as the fur is in demand. Rabbits are very abundant, and in some places extremely destructive to the young orchards and to garden vegetables.

We have the large grey squirrel and the ground squirrel.

There are no rats, except along the large rivers, where they have landed from the boats.

which he has given an account in the Mines de l'Orient,' vol. 4, p. 183.

He was also Doctor of Medicine.

M. Rémusat had promised the world a second volume of his 'Recherches sur les Langues Tartares,' and it may be hoped that the materials for the publication will be found among his papers. The greater portion of his works have their titles recorded in the Bibliotheca Marsdeniana, or catalogue of the books and manuscripts of William Marsden, Esq.-a work of reference of the highest value and authority; as the critical taste and judgment of that most accom. plished orientalist are well known, and have for a long period been engaged in the formation of this the most perfect oriental library, probably, that exists.

OUR WEEKLY GOSSIP ON LITERATURE
AND ART.

An advertisement of the Metropolitan is making a stir among the proprietors of maMoore coalesced with Campbell, in conductgazines: not only, it would appear, has ing it, but some dozen or two of popular

butors. We know not who drew writers have sent in their adhesions as contriadvertisement, but it is done much in that spirit up this same of puffery, which we have always disliked; we know, of our own knowledge, that some of the names in the long array of contributors, have been used without the concurrence of the parties; out of respect for Campbell, several gentlemen sent articles, when the Metropolitan started, but it by no means follows, that they

The stern critique in the Edinburgh, which occasioned, in some degree, the English Bards and Scotch Reviewers', was, at first, attributed to the pen of Jeffrey; latterly, however, Byron, whose information was always from the best sources, blamed Brougham;" on what grounds he has come to that conclusion," says the editor, "he nowhere mentions."

In art, little is talked of but the New Academy. It is generally understood, that we owe this magnificent undertaking as much to Hume as to any one. As soon as he discovered that George the Third had laid out many thousand pounds in establishing the Academy, and that the Institution, first and last, had expended some 200,0001. in the furtherance of art, he exclaimed, "Ah! I did not know of that; the Academy then has a claim on the nation, and we must not hesitate about an hundred thousand pounds." Three plans were accordingly made out and examined: the first was in a style of commercial frugality-an academy above and shops below; the second was in a style of magnificence, that would have required nearly all the money talked of, to sink the foundations; the third, by Wilkins, was plainer, with equal accommodation, and was approved; and so the work will proceed. made fire-proof, for containing the public The lower portion of the building is to be records, which, at present, are exposed in a wooden shed, and the upper will be dedidated to the uses of the Royal Academy.

A daughter of our celebrated vocalist, Mrs. Salmon, will make her début at the concert of De Begnis, on Monday next; we hope that the recollection of the mother yet lives fresh enough in the memory of the public, to insure her a kind welcome.

Garcia, the father of Madame Malibran Garcia, died last week at Paris; for flexibility of voice, and consummate musical skill, he was without a rival.

A very elegant specimen of ornamental printing, distributed by the printers of Sheffield, in commemoration of the passing of the Reform Bill, has been sent to us; and we their distinguished townsman, the author of quote from it the following poem, written by the Corn Law Rhymes' :

The Press.

God said "Let there be light!" Grim darkness felt his might, And fled away. Then startled seas, and mountains cold, Shone forth all bright in blue and gold, And cried, "'Tis day, 'tis day!" "Hail, holy light!" exclaim'd The thunderous cloud, that flamed O'er daisies white; And lo, the rose, in crimson dress'd, Lean'd sweetly on the lily's breast,

And blushing, murmur'd “Light!”

Then was the skylark born;
Then rose the embattled corn;
Then streams of praise

Flow'd o'er the sunny hills of noon;
And when night came, the pallid moon
Pour'd forth her pensive lays.
Lo, Heaven's bright bow is glad!
Lo, trees and flowers, all clad
In glory, bloom!

And shall the mortal sons of God
Be senseless as the trodden clod,

And darker than the tomb ?
No, by the MIND of Man!
By the swart Artisan !
By God, our Sire!

Our souls have holy light within,
And every form of grief and sin

Shall see and feel its fire.
By earth and hell and heaven,
The shroud of souls is riven;
Mind, mind alone

Is light, and hope, and life, and power;
Earth's deepest night, from this bless'd hour,
The night of minds, is gone.

The second Ark we bring:
"The Press!" all nations sing;
What can they less?

Oh, pallid want; oh, labour stark;
Behold, we bring the second Ark-

The Press! the Press! the Press!

SCIENTIFIC AND LITERARY

LINNEAN SOCIETY.

The last meeting of the season was held on the 19th inst.-A. B. Lambert, Esq., in the chair. The Rev. Revett Shephard, was elected a Fellow of the Society. A paper by William Yarrell, Esq., describing two new fresh-water fishes, from Lancashire, was read by the Secretary. A beautiful specimen of Francoa appendiculata, in flower, was exhibited. The seed from which this plant had been raised was brought from Chiloe, near Port San Carlos, by the naturalist who accompanied Captain King during his survey. Several valuable works were presented.

HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY.

June 19.-A portion of a paper from the late Chev. de Schrank of Munich, was read, on the construction of rock-works in botanic gardens. The exhibition included a great number of very beautiful plants, and was a source of much pleasure to a numerous assemblage of visitors. We observed Magnolia glauca, Spartium virgatum, Sarracenia purpurea, Seedling poonia albiflora, P. Richardsoni, Spanish irises-Calceolariasa new variety of Kalmia latifolia-Brassia maculata-Seedling Scotch roses-Ericas, Gloxinia caulescens a new Spigelia, Erythrina laurifolia-roses, azaleas, and the north-west American annuals.

The next meeting was announced for the 3rd of July, on which day it is determined that the prize exhibition of roses shall take place. The competition on this occasion will no doubt be very powerful.

Michael Mitton, Esq. and Thomas Walker, Esq. were elected Fellows of the society.

MEETINGS FOR THE ENSUING WEEK. TUESDAY, Medico-Botanical Society......Eight, P.M. Royal College of Physicians ..Nine, P. M. WEDNES. { Royal Geographical Society .. Nine, P.M.

MUSIC

KING'S THEATRE,

On Saturday, was revived most unexpectedly, Rossini's opera seria Semiramide,' in which appeared Mesdames Grisi and Mariani, Signori Tamburini, Calveri, and Mariani. Grisi evidently had a just conception of the music, but her shrill and inexpressive voice, denied her the power of expressing what she felt. Mad. Mariani's Azur, was rather a tame performance, compared to that of. Malibran's, or Pisaroni's. The singing of Tamburini, however, was an in

provement on all we have heard in the part: the flexibility of his voice, his correct intonation, and good taste, left us nothing to desire.

On Tuesday, printed apologies were scattered in the theatre, by which we learned that Mad. Cinti and her husband demand a greater sum for the renewal of their engagement, than Mr. Mason is willing to give; and consequently, for that evening, Robert le Diable' was performed with the second and fourth act omitted. Thus mutilated, the opera was reduced to a mere spectacle.

On Wednesday, Beethoven's 'Fidelio' was again crowded to excess. The increased enthusiasm with which these German operas are received, and their beauties appreciated, speaks well for the taste of the English: nearly the whole of the opera was encored!

On Thursday, for the benefit of M. Levasseur, the entire opera of Robert le Diable,' with the part of Isabelle sustained by Madlle. Schneider, of the German company, was repeated to a scanty audience. The absence of so many fashionables at Ascot will sufficiently account for it.

'La Straniera,' by Bellini, will, we believe, be positively brought out this evening; and the opera of Macbeth' is expected to be produced on Wednesday next. It is a very inauspicious time for a new author, after such splendid operas as Freischütz' and ‘Fidelio.' However, let us be liberal and just, and avoid comparisons.

EIGHTH PHILHARMONIC CONCERT.

A new Sinfonia expressly written for the society, by Onslow, wss performed for the first time. The first allegro, in D minor, is wild and dramatic in its character; the andante in F ma

jor, à la Pastorale, is simple and pleasing-the minuet but indifferent-the trio, in B flat, elegant, the last movement wanting in relief. Few composers have the courage to produce works of this unprofitable and laborious kind, and we feel grateful for hearing two in the same season, from the classical pen of Moscheles and Onslow.

Mad. Devrient's singing of Mozart's aria, 'Parto ma tu, ben mio,' and Willman's clarinet accompaniment, were admirable. Neukomm's Concertante for wind instruments, was repeated for a second time this season; as was Mendelssohn's Concerto, of which we made favourable mention in our notice of the seventh Concert. Tamburini wasted a great deal of fine execution and feeling on a flimsy aria by Pacini, Beethoven's Sinfonia in F delighted us; of the nine grand sinfonias by Beethoven, this is generally the least admired, yet, the master mind may be traced throughout. The scherzo, which is a perfect gem, was rapturously encored: the last movement contains some phrases of transcendant beauty. In Rossini's duetto 'Di capriccj,' the flexible powers of Mad. Cinti and Sig. Tamburini were exhibited to the greatest advantage. Maurer's Concertante for four violins, was effectively executed by Mori, Seymour, Tolbecque, and A. Griesbach.

The Concert terminated with Mendelssohn's fine descriptive overture to the Midsummer Night's Dream'-the author presiding in the orchestra.

NEW PUBLICATIONS.

Concise Instructions for the performance on the Royal Seraphine and Organ. Containing also a collection of some of the best old, and many original chants, arranged and fingered by J. Green.

THE seraphine, in size and shape, resembles a cottage piano-forte; it sustains sounds produced by metallic springs acted upon by wind. It serves the purpose of a domestic organ, and is also a pleasing accompaniment to the human voice and pianoforte. These exercises will be

found useful to young organists, and serviceable for playing on the Harmonica, Aerophone, and other instruments on the same principle.

Echo, hither come to me. J. F. Dannelly, The Pride of the Village. W. Ball. Dance with me. G. Linley, Esq. THESE three ballads, though differing materially in character, are equally good-the first is scherzo and of modest pretension-the second. rather more elegant, is à la valse, in three-eight time, for a mezzo-soprano-the third partakes more of the sentimental.

THEATRICALS

COVENT GARDEN.

THIS house closed last night, but the address was delivered too late in the evening for us to be able to state whether it touched upon any topic of interesting information as to the future. Before the next season commences, it is understood, that we are to have the delight of seeing Madlle. Mars and Madlle. Taglioni here. It is to be hoped that this is true. The head of the one and the feet of the other are unequalled. Mr. Charles Kemble and Miss Fanny Kemble have, it appears, signed with Mr. Price, and are shortly to proceed to America. The terms offered were not to be resisted; and, however much we may regret losing those whose places cannot be efficiently supplied (at least with Miss Kemble it is unlikely, and with Mr. Kemble next door to impossible), it would be out of all reason to object to Mr. Kemble's seeking any legitimate means of indemnifying himself against the heavy losses he has experienced through his nominal property at Covent

Garden. All true lovers of the drama will wish him, as we do, a prosperous trip and a safe return, and join us in the hope, that, after that, we may yet, for some years, have opportunities of seeing him in those characters in which he is, and is likely to remain, unrivalled. Those who are not awake to his true value now, will begin to discover it when he has disappeared.

HAYMARKET THEATRE.

THE new piece to be produced this evening is well spoken of: no doubt, deservedly so, from the quarter whence it proceeds, but we shall not mention names until the sanction of an audience shall have placed it beyond the reach of accident.-It was pleasing to observe a considerable improvement in Mr. Kean's health from the manner in which he played Hamlet on Monday last. During the three first acts he seemed to be in as complete possession of all his powers, both mental and bodily, as he ever was at any period. After these, his strength failed him in some measure, but, upon t the whole, there was a degree of physical vigour about his performance which we had despaired of seeing again. The applause bestowed on him was enthusiastic. Mr. Brindal, who improves in the best way, slowly but surely, was more than respectable in Laertes. Here our praise must end. Mrs. Ashton cannot play Ophelia, and Mr. Harley's Grave-digger is, at best, an amusing mistake. The houses are gradually mending, and, upon the whole, this favourite theatre is looking up.

VAUXHALL.

THESE gardens opened for the season on Monday last. It is some years since the proprietors were fortunate enough to have so fine a night for their commencement, as they had upon this occasion, and, consequently, since the gardens were so well attended on a first night. A good start is generally a great part of the battle with all places of public entertainment, and we trust that in this case it may be taken

as the omen of a prosperous season. The company was, it is true, more numerous than select, but it was not without its sprinkling of gentility. One man at least, we dare swear, was of gentle blood, from the intense horror which he manifested on finding that some of his party were leading the way to the firework gallery, and that he was expected to follow. He was doing so as a matter of course, until the board with the word "Gallery" on it caught his eye-he then started as far back as the pressure of the crowd permitted him, and called out to his friend who was leading-" Gracious powers! stop-don't go there you don't know what you're doing It's a gallery-don't go into a gallery-we can't go into a gallery-I never go into a gallery." His exclamations were interrupted, and his agitation was finally calmed by repeated assurances that the gallery in question was not such a gallery as he had read of, perhaps even seen, at the theatre, but merely a raised platform, from which the better to behold the fireworks-and that, in short, the going there was "the thing to do." In the theatre a new vaudeville was produced, the words by Mr. Fitzball, and the music by Mr. Bishop. It is called the Magic Fan, or, A Flip on the [Nose.' The plot, as well as we could collect it, we understood to be an audible crack! crack! crack! every now and then followed by an invisible thump on the nose for any one who happened to be on the stage.The crowd was so dense that we could not get our noses in, and, considering what was going on, it was perhaps well for us that we could not. Under these circumstances, we cannot offer any more detailed opinion of either the piece or the music, but the whole thing appeared to be light and to give general satisfaction. The former we suppose must be good, for it is evidently a "crack" piece, and the latter is sure to be safe in Mr. Bishop's hands. A gothic building in the space behind the Rotunda appropriated to the exhibition of Cosmoramas, &c. was much approved of. Some injury to the effect intended to be produced was sustained by the accidental conflagration of a medium which was stretched from tree to tree in front of it in order to regulate the light. It was burnt down, but not until it had been burnt up. The spectators treated it as a natural fire-work, and it was ho

noured with a round of applause. The optical delusions were not quite so good as those of last year-those which we saw at least. The concert in the air, and the airs in the concert, were much as usual. Mr. Robinson's voice is very pleasing. A glee by A. Lee, with a crow at the end of it, was cock sure of making a hit, and did so accordingly. A considerable addition to the usual number of lamps was made in honour of the anniversary of the battle of Waterloo. The illuminations were tasteful and splendid. The introduction of flowers, plants, and shrubs, is a decided improvement. The fireworks were brilliant, the chickens tender, and Mr. Blackmore's ascension only to be equalled by Mr. Simpson's condescension.

MISCELLANEA

Hanoverian Society of the Fine Arts.-A Society for the Encouragement of the Fine Arts has just been formed in Hanover; its leading object is to encourage native talent by an annual exhibition, and purchasing the choicest productions of the pencil, graver, and chisel from the exhibitors. His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge appears as patron of the new Society, and great progress has already been made in raising shares for its support. They are so low as three dollars (9s.) each.

Alexander's Monument.-To the brief notice, which our last contained, of this gigantic work, a recent number of the St. Petersburgh Journal enables us to add the following: "The block of

granite, which constitutes the sole foundation, is already in its place, and weighs nearly a million of pounds. The height of the steps at the foot of the monument is 5 feet; that of the pediment and its bedding 35; that of the shaft of the pillar 84, and of the capital, together with the pedestal and statue, resting upon it, 36; giving a total height of 160 feet. The solid mass of granite forming the pillar has been tooled and rounded within the space of eight months. A ship has been built for the express purpose of bringing it to this place. As soon as landed the column will be wound up the slip to the platform, in the centre of which stands a scaffolding 98 feet square and 34 feet high, and on this scaffolding the great machinery, by means of which the column is to be placed upon its pediment, is erected. The emperor has directed that the power employed to raise the column shall be that of 1800 veterans, who served under the late emperor Alexander. Arrangements have been made, so that the arrival of the column will take place in the course of June, and its elevation on the 11th of September, which is St. Alexander's day."-We may add, that a somewhat similar monument is likely to be erected in London in commemoration of Reform in Parliament. The Haytor Company have examined their quarries, and offered a block of granite 10 feet square and some 90 feet high-an enormous mass!

Goethe.-A medal is now preparing in memory of Goethe, at Dresden, representing on one side the bust of the poet, and on the other his apotheosis. Instead, however, of being mounted on an eagle, the usual conveyance of bards to the Olympic realms, ever since the discovery of the celebrated cup in the Pontine marshes, representing the apotheosis of Homer, Goethe makes his ascent on the wings of a swan.-It is expected that Goethe's MSS. will furnish fifteen additional volumes to his works. Among them will be one volume of unpublished poems; one forming a continuation of Faust; and a fourth volume of his life, comprising the period of his last residence in Frankfort, till his removal to Weimar, viz. from 1774 to 1776, and said to be full of interest.

Proportion of Students to the number of Professors at different Universities.-At Berlin 13; at Leipzig 17; at Göttingen 17; at Halle 20; at Vienna 22; at Prague 26; at Naples 30; at Lemberg 34; at Pavia 36; at Cambridge 48; at Oxford 40; and at Edinburgh 102.

Division of Poland.-The following, said to be an autograph letter of Maria Theresa to her minister Kaunitz, on the division of Poland, has been recently published in Germany. If genuine, it ought to save her memory from the disgrace which attaches to all those who took a willing part in that iniquitous transaction: "When all my countries were attacked, so that I knew not even where to find a place for my accouchement, I relied on my good cause, and the assistance of God. But in this affair, which is as contrary to justice as to sound sense, I confess I feel dreadfully uneasy, and ashamed to show myself in public. Consider, Prince, what an example we are setting to all the world, if for a miserable portion of Poland, or of Moldavia, or Wallachia, we risk our honour and reputation. But I perceive that I stand alone and am no longer en vigueur. Therefore I let things take their course, but not without the greatest sorrow."

'New Trumpet.-A Mr. Barth, of Munich, has there obtained a patent for an improved trumpet. It is said, not only to be much purer in tone than any instrument of the kind at present in use, but to be furnished with a key, by the use of which the player, even whilst he is blowing, may change the key from F to C, and from E flat to B; and in this way produce the same diversity in his accompaniment as hath hitherto required the effect of four distinct trumpets. By

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TO CORRESPONDENTS Now, that the Theatres are shut-the Exhibition criticised-the sessional meetings of the Societies drawing to a close, and the publishers taking their Summer rest, we hope to have a little more room for Original Papers, which have, indeed, accumulated upon our hands rather alarmingly. Among them, however, are many, which we have good hopes will not a little gratify our readers; and, to begin worthily, we intend, on Saturday week, the 7th of July, to give an extra sheet of eight pages, and

ORIGINAL PAPERS AND POEMS BY Allan Cunningham-C. Dance-T. K. Hervey-Thomas Hood-Mary Howitt-William Howitt-Leigh Hunt -Miss Jewsbury-J. H. Reynolds-Charles LambLeitch Ritchie-Thomas Roscoe-The Author of Corn Law Rhymes'-The Author of The O'Hara Tales'The Author of Paul Pry'-The Author of the Rent Day'-The Author of the Hunchback'-The Author of the Dominie's Legacy'-The Author of London in the Olden Time' -The Author of Civil Wars in Ireland,' &c. &c. &c.

Nearly two whole pages of advertisements are unavoidably deferred. To insure insertion they should be sent very early in the week.

Sir Jonah Barrington's Personal Sketches arrived too late for review-Gardiner's Music of Nature next week. Thanks to B.-Myra.-A. C.-G. C.

The MSS. are left inclosed at our office for W. H. C. When speaking lately of literary piracies, we referred to an article copied into the Hampshire Telegraph from the Greenock Advertiser, which we presumed must have been taken by the latter, without acknowledgment, from the Athenæum. Strong in his integrity, the editor of that paper has, in the most liberal spirit, not only admitted the fact and expressed regret at the omission, but added to his acknowledgment a generous and flattering testimony to the general conduct of this paper. We are also indebted for a like courtesy to the editor of the Berwick Advertiser, and request both parties to accept our best thanks.