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most of our prose communications were in as few words, and no worse than the following !

Bless ye, my darlings, with your cherub looks

Of gleesome innocence; those happy smiles A motto, says Samuel Johnson, is a sentence or word added Fall on my heart like sunbeams. Why, odzooks ! to a device, or prefixed to any thing written, to express its

Some spell, for certain, my crazed ear beguiles ; scope and tendency. There is more in a good motto Methinks I hear your voices like the clear than one is at first apt to think; in fact, it is sometimes of Murmuring music of two tiny brooks more effect than the book or pamphlet to which it is ap- Now wand'ring far apart, now whispering near, pended. Frequently, however, a motto is very ill ap- And bickering onward thus in mirth for miles, plied. Take, for instance, the following, which we find Cheering the traveller on his path-the peasant at his toils. on the title-page of a new edition of Voltaire's talented but infamous production, “ The Philosophical Diction- And there ye breathe in childhood's happy bloom,

Arrested by the pencil's wizard power, “ How charming is Divine Philosophy!

Amid the dewy freshness and perfume Not harsh and crabbed as some dull fools suppose,

Of that o'erarching leafy summer bower.

Oh! that life's bright unclouded morning dream But musical as is Apollo's lute!"

Would last for ever ; that the sunshine hour Never was Milton so misplaced.—Sir Walter Scott is a

Of joyous infancy would changeless beam, rare example of the nicest and most lively perception in

No ills its brimming nectar cup to sourthe choice of his mottos, on which score William Haz- No storms to crush-no poisoning breath to blight the litt, in his clever work, The Spirit of the Age, pays him

beauteous flower ! an elegant and well-deserved compliment. Sir Walter's motto to his General Preface in the Waverley Novels Yet let me shun the puling rhymester's whine ;strikes us as being particularly happy, and shows a good Here is a talisman to banish cares ; deal of that quiet humour for which the worthy Baronet Sweet Marjory! that dimpled cheek of thine is so remarkable; the words are from “ Richard II. ;” Would make an Anchoret forget his prayers ; “ And must I ravel out

And thou, my blue-eyed Mary! with thy lips
My weaved up follies ?”

Of deep carnation, and that half-divine
Shakspeare has it, “ And must I ravel up,” making the

Cherubic smile, that scarcely can eclipse repetition of the word up too close. Sir Walter's altera

Thy brow's irradiance, which the signet bears tion is certainly an improvement, and proves, in one sense

Of coming worth and beauty, that no passing time impairs. at least, that fresh perfume may be added to the violet. When Horace Smith, the well-known author of “ Re

Ye lovely elves! if thus your imaged smile jected Addresses," took to novel-writing, he attempted to

Can cheat a pining heart of half its pain,

How light must be that happy parent's toil present the world with something quite recherché in the way of mottos; but he was not successful. His practice

Your kiss of rapture welcomes home again, was to give, in a Kehama sort of couplet of six lines, the

Around whose knees, like fawns at play, ye bound principal events of each chapter, for which ill-executed

With gladsome din, and many an artless wile ! innovation he was rather severely handled by the Quar

Sweet prattlers, ah ! the spell ye warp'd around terly Reviewers. When Byron and Parson Bowles were

My dreaming fancy must not there remain

Farewell! Heaven shower its blessings on your infant at war, it was thought at the time that the mottos on

heads like rain ! their pamphlets were the most successful hits in the whole controversy. The noble Lord chose the line,

At a single leap we go from the west end of Prince's “I will play at Bowls with sun and moon"

Street to Kilmarnock, and there we find Mr John Ram

say, weaver, chewing the cud of sweet and bitter fan. which is good ; but that of his clerical antagonist is still


over his loom. We mentioned Mr Ramsay before,

but we would particularly wish it to be understood, that " He that plays at Bowls must expect rubbers." though Mr Ramsay writes verses, every weaver is not a Among the best mottos of modern days, is that of George poet. The number of rhythmical effusions we receive Combe, when he so successfully replied to Jeffrey's se- weekly from weavers is immense. There was one felvere animadversions on the noble science of phrenology. low especially, in Stonehaven, who signed himself “ A Combe chose the famous lines by “ Glorious John :" poor but honest Weaver," and who wrote to us every se“ Soothed with the sound the king grew vain ;

cond post, till we put an extinguisher upon him by a Fought all his battles o'er again ;

word or two among our notices to Correspondents. That And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the Mr Ramsay has not only a poetical vein, as already adslain;"

mitted, but some humour in his composition, the follow

ing epigram proves : alluding to the three attacks in the Edinburgh Review,

EPIGRAM ON SEEING A CAR PET-FACTORY SUBSCRIPTION BALI. all of which were successfully and ably refuted by the champions of the bump department, although later events

Old Plato once met father Jove, have shown that the science is evidently in a bad way.

And asked the self-existent, Lastly, we think that in the motto on the first volume of

What was, in earth, or heaven above,

Of all most inconsistent ? that decided hit, The Edinburgh LITERARY Journal, there is much which every man of sense and taste must

Jove heard the question, gave a nod,

To heaven's high towers advancing, admire, stamping that able periodical as the advocate of these two glorious attributes, truth and freedom; and with

Unveil'd this world," Now," said the God, it, we close our few words on mottos :

“ D'ye see those weavers dancing ?”.

From a weaver, the transition to a plumber-genius "Here's freedom to him that would read,

Our Here's freedom to him that would write;

despises the artificial distinctions of rank-is easy.

interest in Mr M'Laggan is not diminished. We have There's nane ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, already given him a fair start, and made his name known But they what the truth would indite."

far beyond the limits of Rose Street ;-his own talents We like the half-playful, half-sentimental spirit of the must do the rest. We are glad to tell him that we think following stanzas, which come to us from the west end our readers will be pleased with the poem he has last sen of Prince's Street, Edinburgh ;



us :


By Alexander M Laggan.
There falls a yellow blight upon the leaf,

There come sad sighs of sorrow on the air,
A nd in the feeling heart there springs a grief,

(A gloomy grief, half mingled with despair,)

When Nature's face, so gloriously fair, Turns black with storm, when all her sweets decay, The tree, the flower, the blossom flee away, And leave but phantom Memory whisp'ring they were


As the sun converts to dews
The bitter streams that ooze

O'er wild dank moors,
When wildest passions burn,
You have the power to turn
My soul to calmest mood,
And evil change to good;
Smile, then, and, smiling, woo
That soul to be as true

And pure as yours. How happens it, gentle lady, that we did not light on thee sooner, and how is it that the world knows so little of thy talents ? Countless are the sweet creatures with whom we are acquainted who occasionally pour out their souls in verse—and, sooth to say, in very weak and limping measure—but thou art not one of them. There is strength and genius in thy mind, else couldst thou never have written what we now subjoin :

I've look'd upon Jerusalem,

I've look'd on Shinar's plain,
The altar and the worshipper-

Alas ! I sought in vain.

And ye, blue skies ! must ye too feel the blight,

And pass as soon as doth a happy thought ? And shall we, trembling in the tempest's might,

Behold the throne of flowers, so finely wrought

By God's own hand and his great judgment, brought Drooping and wither'd down into the dust ? Creator ! thy decrees are wise and just,

But dearly by its death is summer's sweetness bought.

And you, ye young, ye beautiful, ye gay,

Who dance like moats in fortune's golden beam, Visions of loveliness ! on-on ye stray,

Your flower-paved path of life, as in a dream !

No storms above, no dark waves on your streamBright beings ! ye will fade—your fair day close, And o'er its lustre fall stern Winter's snows, Till Time the tomb-door lock against Love's glorious


The unechoed breeze, that sweeps along

Where once the prophet stood, Wakes not the harp of Zion's song

O'er Judah's solitude.

Winter, stern conqueror, thy hand will fall

On many a withering heart and drooping head, And over thousands throw the dark-grey pall;

Thousands, who once in light were all array'd,

And dreamt not of the darkness of the dead ;Love whilst ye may, young hearts ! enjoy_admire, Ere the blood freeze, and life's rich light expire,

The soul is on the wing,—the gaunt grave must be fed !

We shall now take a seat in the coach and go out to Dalkeith, where we shall meet with the author of the following sonnet:


What art thou, earth, with all thy fair array

Of mountain, meadow, ocean, wood, and stream, But one vast sepulchre, whose dark decay

Is vainly shaded by the vernal gleam
Which gilds thy brow with beauty ? Yes, the dust

Of ages slumbers in thy cold embrace,

And, o'er the prostrate ruins of our race, Thy laurels wave in mockery keen and just. Yet boast not, spoiler, for thy sleepers must

Awake to spurn thine insolence and power ;

Thy deepest cells shall own the joyous hour, Thine ocean-caverns yield their mighty trust.

This pleasing hope my anxious eyes shall close,

And smooth the pillow of my last repose. The following song, by a gentleman of this city, is somewhat in the style of the older English writers, and is very pretty and classical :

No longer pow on Horeb's Mount

Heaven's voices shake the sky; No longer flows the mystic fount,

Nor cloud nor fire pass by. No more upon the hostile foe

Death's angel waves his brand; No more the cavern'd waters show

The secrets of their strand. The sun, arrested in its sky,

The earthquake and the hail, No longer to man's shrinking eye

Turn frantic nature pale.
The voice of an avenging God

Is heard on earth no more ;
Calm now we mark the lightning's flash,

And dying thunder's roar.
But still in characters of light

Truth's awful records lie,
Pure as the tranquil stars of night,

When the tempest hath past by.
Seal'd on the mystic page of life

The word shall still remain,
Although the hand that fix'd it there

Is pass'd to heaven again.
Be hush'd, ye fiery chariot wheels,

Ye thunders cease to be ;
Hark! 'tis the still small voice of peace-
The watch word of eternity.


SONG, TO A PERSIAN AIR. As the cloud, that dark as night Else would be, all gold and light

In sunbeams glows, My soul, that else would brood In melancholy mood, From favour, sweetest fair, A borrow'd joy doth wear ; Smile, then, and, smiling, win That soul from thoughts of sin,

And all its woes.

We thought to have stopped here, but a letter has just come to us from Moffat, so good-naturedly expressed, that we, who are the very essence of good-nature—when our SLIPPERS are on-cannot turn a deaf ear to it. Our Moffat friend writes to us in these words :-“ Mr Editor,There is no part of your LITERARY. Journal I peruse with greater interest than your answers to Correspondents. This you will easily account for when I tell you, that, at the end of every answer, I am in the habit of saying to myself, ‘I wonder what he would say to me, were I to send him a scrawl?' Sitting at the fire one stormy afternoon, with a newly-come Part of your Journal in my

band, after looking over your answers to Correspondents, shaken off our slumbers, opened our jaws with a tremenI raised myself in my chair, and exclaimed — What the dous growl, and given ourselves a shake, terrific enough to deuce are we all terrified for ?—there is nothing awful make the stars wink. Some such exordium had we con. about the Editor ; and, provided he be civilly addressed, he templated ; but we have this moment received a note from will certainly return an answer in peace. Go to,~I will our friend the Editor, telling us that we must have our immediately write to him, choose a fictitious signature, article ready for him in an hour. We therefore deem it pay the postage, and then, if my communication be re-expedient to proceed to business at once. jected, which it undoubtedly will, the world shall never It is amusing to observe, how completely in the dark know of my discomfiture.'” The communication of our with regard to our theatrical arrangements, many of those friend with the fictitious signature shall not be rejected persons are who undertake to inform the public upon the it is very good :

point, and to guide their taste in dramatic matters. That A PROPOSAL TO JESSIE.

we have better sources of information, the following state

ment, which we are exclusively enabled to put into print, Dear Jessie, I'm tired o' jogging my lane

will sufficiently show. The Theatre-Royal re-opens on Through the mists and the fogs o' the valley of life; Will you leave a' your friends, and your lovers ilk ane,

Monday evening with the play of “ The Stranger," which

will introduce to us both Mr Barton, an actor who has And be of my bosom the guide and the wife ?

been engaged for the first line of parts, and Mrs W. West, When Adam first woke from his sofa of flowers,

of the Theatre-Royal, Drury Lane, who has come down to And found himself sovereign of Eden's green bowers,

perform with Kean during his approaching engagement, That rich was his kingdom, he freely confess'd,

To this is to be added, the new farce of “ The Happiest But without a sweet helpmate he could not be bless'd.

Day of my Life.” On Thursday, Mr Kean will make his And, Jessie, have I not more need of one now,

first appearance, and continue here for a fortnight. He Since the earth is accursed thro' our ancestors' crimes? will be succeeded by Madame Vestris, also for a fortnight, Methinks thou wouldst wipe off the sweat from my brow, and she will be followed by Braham, who brings with And be all that I wish in these troublesome times.

him Miss Phillips, with whom he is accustomed to sing. This life is a journey midst dangers and snares,

At the conclusion of their engagement, the theatre will And the lonely are caught in the trap unawares ;

close for ten days, as it always does at the time of the But where two walk together, in counsel they move,

preachings. When it re-opens, Miss Jarman, who is to reAnd light is the path that's illumined by love.

main with us at all events, till February, will make her

appearance; and about Christmas a harlequinade will be I've a cot at the foot of yon far-away hill,

produced, for which Parsloe, the celebrated man-monkey, Wi' a yard at the back o't for leeks and for kail; and Taylor, the very clever clown, who was formerly here It fears na the wild wintry tempest, but still

wben “ Mother Goose” was brought out, have been enWithout thee, to me that can little avail.

gaged. Early in the year, Vandenhoff and Young will When I look to its vales, they are naked and bare,

visit us, when, besides playing their favourite parts togeThe threshold's grown green through the want of repair; ther, Miss Mitford's “ Rienzi," so successful last season No light from its window solaceth my eye

in London, will be represented on the Edinburgh boards. Through the shadows of eve, as I'm dandering by.

Miss Paton will come next, and with her, perhaps, Sin

clair. Liston, T. P. Cooke, Matthews, and Miss Foote, I think of the time, though it never may be,

will successively follow, and bring down the season to the When you shall speak peace to my breast with a smile, time of the May Sacrament, after which the benefits comWhen innocent infants shall prate round my knee,

mence. When T. P. Cooke is bere, he will appear in his And tender en dearments the moments beguile. favourite part of William, in the new nautical piece called Let such be my fate in my own little cot,

“ Black-eyed Susan,” which has had so great a run at The king in his palace I'd envy him not ;

the Surrey Theatre.—Such being the arrangements made I'd pity the pride of the rich and the great,

with the stars, the next question is-Of whom is our reAnd laugh at the pomp and the tinsel of state.

gular company to consist? Jones is not to return,-MaWere it not now past midnight—and we have been in Gray is not to return,– Miss Clarke is not to return.

son is not to return,—Thorne is not to return,-Miss our study since eight in the morning, without eating a But we are to have Pritchard, Mr and Mrs Stanley, Macsingle morsel of any thing—we might be tempted to give kay, Denham, Montague Stanley, Miss Tunstall, Mrs the whole of Mr John Currie of Ayr's “ Address to the Nicol, and the rest ; and, to make up for those we have LITERARY JOURNAL;" but we can only mention that it lost, we are to have Barton, Hooper, from London, Wil. begins thus :

liams, formerly of Ryder's company, M‘Gregor, from the All hail! all hail! literature's great light,

Caledonian Theatre, Rae, of the Glasgow Theatre, Miss That, gemm'd, shines through the dark abodes of night, Jarman, a very superior actress, the Misses Weston, from And looks, the conqueror of literature's tomb

one of the English theatres, and several others to fill subHigh waving o'er the nation like a plume.

ordinate parts. As to Mrs Henry Siddons, we regret to It seems like Napoleon in magnitude,

say that her health is still in a very precarious state. She Stopping darkness with an illustrious flood;

is at present in London ; but, as soon as she is able, she And thus the crown'd JOURNAL now appears,

will join the establishment here. And walks pure in state through sublime spheres. As it is our intention at present to state facts, and to We strongly suspect that Mrs Cookson must have as- reserve all discussion concerning them till next week, we sisted Mr Currie in this production ; for we do not think shall add to the information we have already given, by any single and unaided genius could have given birth to laying before our readers an interesting extract from a it. Be this as it may, for the present we bid our readers letter addressed by the Manager, Mr Murray, to the and contributors good night, promising that we shall Editor of the Literary Journal, from whom we have meet again at Philippi.

received it, with permission to make what use of it we please. Mr Murray expresses himself in these words :

« On the commencement of the last season during THE DRAMA.

which I may have the honour of conducting the theatriWe had contemplated an eloquent introduction to the cal amusements of this city, it is but natural that I should present article, setting forth how we have been sleeping feel considerable anxiety as to the expectations of that for the last three months, and dreaming different dreams portion of the public who take an interest in the Drama, with each of our three heads, and how we have at length and my own powers of meeting those expectations.

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Whenever it may be my lot to quit Edinburgh, my recep-“ incidental expenses” too small. Upon this question we tion in other theatres will mainly depend on the reputa- shall not at present enter, but we shall keep an eye upon tion I carry with me; or, plainly speaking, on the the matter during the progress of the present season. character I can produce from my last place. I have, Nor shall we keep an eye, or rather three pair of eyes, therefore, to request that you and others who, through upon this matter alone, but upon every thing connected the medium of the public press. wield the destiny of un- with the interests of the Drama in Edinburgh; and we fortunate individuals like myself, will not judge my efforts are resolved that our matured opinions, whether upon the 80 much by what you imagine Edinburgh ought to have, performances or the performers, shall in all cases be given as by what the average experience of past years declares boldly and independently. Edinburgh can afford to have ; or, in other words, let the

Old Cerberus. Theatre, whilst under my direction, be compared with others whose incomes are similar, and if I be then found

LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES. wanting, Turn me away, and let the foulest contempt

The ANNUALS ONCE MORE.-The Landscape Annual, which we Shut door upon me, and so give me up

announced some time ago, and which is said to be on a more splen

did scale than any hitherto published, is now, we are informed, in To the sharpest kind of criticism.

active preparation. The volume for 1830 is to be entitled The During the usual vacation, I made it my business to Landscape Annual, or the Tourist in Switzerland and Italy, and will visit several of the principal provincial theatres in Eng- be published in November. Twenty-six highly-finished line edgraland, selecting Liverpool, as one pre-eminent for the vings, executed from coloured drawings taken on the spot by me

Prout, -and the whole of the embellishments under the direction of spirit and talent of its management, the general ability alr Charles Heath, are the attractions advertised. The literary de of the company, and the great resources of the population partment is conducted by Mr T. Roscoe. A few specimen copies of of that rising port. By the great kindness of the mana- the work,-a size larger than the Keepsake,--are already exhibited. ger, I was enabled to compare the expenditure of the - The proprietors of the new Literary and Religious Annual, edited Liverpool Theatre with Edinburgh, and found them equal, by the Rev. Thomas Dale, and advertised under the title of The Offer. though the size and receipts of the Liverpool Theatre con- ing, in consequence of an objection made by the publishers of the siderably exceed ours. From Liverpool, I proceeded to Friendship's Offering, have changed the name to The Iris, a Literary visit others of the provincial theatres, and though in and Religious Offering. The embellishments are selected exclusively

from the works of the Ancient Masters, and so arranged as to constimost I saw much to admire, I saw nothing to make me

tute a regular series of Scripture Illustrations. If the Annual anblush for my professional brethren in Edinburgh. With nounced under the name of Emmanuel has not yet been re-baptised, the principal theatres in London we cannot be expected the sooner that ceremony is performed the better, for the name, as to compete ; and when it is considered that many of the it at present stands, is most improperly chosen. minor ones rival the patent establishments in the amount It is stated in the last Nuinber of the London Literary Gazette, of their principal salaries, it will be acknowledged that that Sir Walter Scott is not preparing another series of the Tales of the difficulty of forming an efficient company out of Lon

a Grandfather. This is incorrect; one volume of the new series is don is thereby considerably increased.

Au that the already printed, and the work is proceeding. Sir Walter is also preEdinburgh Theatre can justly afford, the public are

paring a History of Scotland from the earliest period of authentic

record to the union of the crowns, which will be published on the 1st justly entitled to. Were I to do more, there is no one

of November, being the first volume of Dr Lardner's Cabinet Cyclo in Edinburgh who would not censure me, as endeavour-pedia. Sir James Macintosh is to furnish a History of England, ing to raise a fleeting popularity at the expense of my and Mr Moore a History of Irelan:], for the same work. employer, when no personal responsibility attached to Mr Lindley, Professor of Botany in the University of London, in myself.”

conjunction with Mr W. Hutton, F.G.S., is preparing for press the On the subject of these remarks we shall at present Fossil Flora of Great Britain, or Figures and Descriptions of the Ve only observe, that however we may agree or disagree getable Remains found in a Fossil State in this country. The works with the Manager on individual points, one great principle will be printed in royal Svo, and it is proposed to publish it in Quarupon which our criticisms proceed is, that the Theatre- terly Parts, containing Ten Copperplates, and about Forty pages

Letterpress. Royal of Edinburgh is at present in safe and proper Mr Henry Burgess has announced a Pamphlet on the Measures of hands, and ought to be supported by all who do not wish Parliament respecting Currency and Bankers, with Illustrations and to see the Drama deteriorating among us. Whether Mr Reflections, to show the utter impracticability of perfecting the preMurray does more than any other manager, we shall not sent Policy. attempt to decide ; but he certainly does as much as, under The Rev. William Turner, of Newcastle, has in the press, for the all the circumstances, he can be expected to do; and

use of schools, Selections from Pliny's Natural History, with English therefore we shall never rashly or ignorantly find fault, Notes, in 12mo. in order that our blame, when we do blame, may carry

The publication of Captain Mignan's Travels in Babylon and

Chaldæa is deferred till October. The work will contain numerous with it the greater weight. An amusing letter was pub- illustrations, and is said to elucidate many striking passages of Seriplished in last Wednesday's Scotsman, in reply to a hint ture, relative to the once mighty metropolis of Chaldæa. we threw out some time ago, that in certain things Mr A work is announced for publication, under the title of Glcanings Murray was too parsimonious. The mode which the of an English Hermit in Portugal, during the years 1827, 1918, and writer of the letter in question takes to discountenance 1829. It will contain personal observations on a variety of subjects such a supposition is not altogether satisfactory. He little treated of, and include a notice of the military operations in states what Mr Murray's expenditure was for the years

that country in 1827, together with an account of its present condi1826, 1827, and 1828, and the sum, putting all the items tion, and its relations with England and Spain at the present matogether, is certainly a large one. But, in the first place,

Mr W. Davison, of Alnwick, has announced a new work, entitled although he shows that the outlay was greater in 1828 Border Excursions; or, Descriptive Tours throughout the English than in either of the preceding years, he says very little and Scottish Borders, with Historical lilustrations of the Antiquities, of the year 1829, to which our observation more parti- Battles, Sieges, &c. &c. cularly applied ; and in the next place, as he gives us no The Pitt LIBRARY.-A new building, under this denomination, information whatever on the subject of the receipts, all is about to be erected at Cambridge, out of the surplus of the fund that he in point of fact tells us is, that the conducting subscribed for a statue to that distinguished alumnus of the Univerof a theatrical establishment is connected with consider- sity. able expense, which, we suppose, most people knew before. place last week. Madame Malibran, Miss Paton—who laboured un

Chester Musical FESTIVAL.- This grand musical meeting took But it is quite possible that a manager may be extravagant der extreme debility—Mr and Mrs Knyvett, Braham, and Phillips, in some things and parsimonious in others; and this is all

were the leading singers, supportet by a powerful band and chorus we ever meant to say. Mr Murray's payments to “ ex- There were three oratorios and the like number of concerts ; s fancy tra performers" might be too large, and his payments for ball, and a public breakfast.


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in the cabinet and the field—a sympathy with those who,

in the lower walks of life, act only from impulse, and History of the War in the Peninsula under Napoleon ; to

with those who, in their far-reaching plans, are too apt which is prefixed, a View of the Political and Military judgment, a dramatic vividness of expression, and a fear

to forget the beatings of the human heart-a searching State of the Four Belligerent Powers. By General less spirit-all these are indispensable ; and where or Foy. Two volumes 8vo. London. Treuttel & Würtz, when are all these to be found united ?' Meanwhile, as

Treuttel, jun. & Richter. 1827. Narrative of the Peninsular War from 1808 to 1813. By service by attempting to appreciate their value, although

materials are accumulating on all hands, we may do some Lieut.-Gen. Charles William Vane, Marquess of Lon- unable to turn them to the noble use of which we speak. donderry. Third edition. In two volumes 8vo. Lon

General Foy's work ought to be treated with leniency; don, Henry Colburn. 1829. History of the Peninsular War; with plates, &c. By

-it is a posthumous publication--it is a fragment-and

even of that fragment a considerable portion was left in Lieut.-Col. William P. P. Napier, C.B.L. London.

an unfinished state. Vol. I. John Murray. Vol. II. Thomas & Wil- first place, a view of the political and military state of the

It was to have contained, in the liam Boone. 1828 and 1829.

belligerent nations, with a comparative view of the powers Wło, that is old enough to remember, will ever forget and resources with which they entered the contest ; and, the time when the news of battles fought and won came in the second place, a history of the transactions, political thick and frequent-more thick and more frequent than, in and military, which gave rise to and determined the issue these commercial-travelling times of peace, come the thrices of the Peninsular War. The plan is unexceptionable, told tale of stage-coach accidents ? Who will forget how, being sufficiently comprehensive to admit of every requion the long and narrow bridge, and the dusky crooked site detail ; but the second part of the work cannot fairly lane, which lead to our burgh towns, the post was checked be considered as at all executed. The very small portion in his progress by the citizens crowding to hear a fresh of it which has been given to the public, narrates only the story of British valour? We might live for ages, yet preliminary movements down to the time that Junot evanever again witness a period when the national heart beat cuated Portugal; and even this fragment, there is every so in unison, and when all party feeling seemed merged reason to believe, from the vagueness with which the miliin the intense interest with which all eyes were riveted tary details are given, is a mere unfinished draught. The on the great movements of the belligerent powers on the first part, however, seems to have been almost ready for Continent. Those days are gone! We have turned since, publication at the time of the author's death, and on it actooth and nail, to our old trade of domestic bickering, and cordingly we may hazard a few remarks. deep and fierce have been our heart-burnings towards each Foy was a brave, high-minded, and experienced solother. But the feelings which that momentous crisis im- dier; and he approved himself, in the senate, an orator of pressed upon the mind have not yet passed away, and, no mean powers. But it does not appear, from either his unless we much deceive ourselves, the sacred tie expressed writings, his harangues, or his conduct, that he possessed in the name of Briton has ever since been held doubly that reach of mind which is necessary to form either a dear. The sentiments engendered by the French Revo- statesman or a deep thinker. His book contains an imlution had rent asunder for a while even the bonds of do- mense fund of facts, which would be more valuable were mestic affection; and political animosity had assumed a ma- there not reason to fear that he has often acquiesced with. lignant and reckless character. But it lost much of this out sufficient enquiry in the truth of a story, because it in the day of national enthusiasm, when all hearts united in chanced to strengthen a preconceived opinion. His reaone great prayer. Those, too, who fought side by side, soning, in like manner, is often just, but more frequentlearned to love each other; and they brought back and dif- ly specious. He is induced occasionally, by aiming at fused their kindly feelings when they returned to their own brilliancy, to express bimself with unwarranted strength; firesides. Those days are gone! We can now look with so- and is by this means not seldom led into contradictions. bered feelings on the huge struggle, the weight of whose He aims at the strictest impartiality, and, we believe, is presence then sate like a spell on our breast, and baffled our strictly correct in the main. But we must be allowed to attempts to comprehend its workings, or guess at its issues. say, that he has (unconsciously, we daresay) grossly misThe time is already come when we may safely indulge a represented the character of the British army. On the retrospective view, and hope to profit by the study of the whole, his book, as the work of a man of genius,-of past.

one, too, who had seen much, both in peace and in war, The eventful episode, however, in the history of Europe, -is a valuable acquisition. It must, however, be used to which we now allude, demands a writer of no common with caution. It forces the reader to think, and cannot powers. Even supposing that we were already in pos- fail to suggest many profitable thoughts and useful invessession of all that is necessary to throw light on its darker tigations ; but unless where its statements are corrobora. details, the man has not yet appeared that can make a due ted, they cannot be relied upon. use of them. Is there reason to think that he ever will The Marquess of Londonderry is acknowledged, on all appear? A glance that can read at once the past and pre- hands, to be a brave and enterprising cavalry officer. sent-án eye undazzled by external splendour, unjaun- His situation, too, on the Duke of Wellington's diced by its own peculiar feeling mind alike at home must have given him opportunities of acquiring Inf

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