saw, he had raised up the poor man, but the light was so faint that he could not distinguish the features. There was no one near to supply the man's place at the pump; Arthur called loudly, but in vain, for assistance, he knew not whether the man might be dead; he could not bear to leave one who might be his brother; the pump also was neglected, so Arthur laid the man down at his feet, and took his place at the pump. The storm continued to rage violently, and daylight began to break; Arthur looked down, but the poor fellow, though his body was often moved by the violent rocking of the vessel, betrayed no symptoms of life. Arthur bent forward again to gaze on the face, but he could not yet distinguish a feature: he turned away; and while he continued pumping with all his strength; he called ap his soul, and strove to prepare it for death, by fixing it's every power in deep and fervent prayer. The poor man began to recover slowly, but Arthur perceived it not, he hardly knew were he was, and gazing round, he saw, yet hardly noticing him, that a person was standing at the pump: he lay in a sort of dreaming wakefulness, gazing at the person above him: by degrees the light encreased and he for Arthur had thrown off part of the dress which he had worn as a disguise, that he might be enabled to exert himself better, some one near him, of whose countenance he had a confused recollection; he looked again, and beheld a glance earnestly fixed on him: with a cry of joy, he sprang up, but would have fallen, had not his brother caught him in his arms; he fell again, but he fell weeping upon his brother's shoulder. Arthur could not speak; he only looked at his brother, who hung round him with the affection of a child: he recollected the danger of the ship; and fondly clasping Lawrence with one arm, he continued to pump with the other; he was uncommonly strong; but his powerful arm was beginning to fail, though Lawrence had quitted his support, when Mr. Russel came to them. the situation of the brothers, and said to Arthur, I will be useful in your place if you will allow me, go to your brother, for I see that your long wished for meeting has taken place, and even in this hour of danger and death, such a meeting must be very joyful.' Arthur pressed the hand of his friend, and looked his thanks, as he again flung himself into his brother's arins. For a short time they gave way to their overflowing feelings. Suddenly the whole ship struck violently, with a thundering crash; and a loud cry of horror burst from the crew. Every one rushed on deck: the storm had nearly ceased; and the violence of the waves was gradually subsiding; the brothers He saw looked round them; but though on one side, the clouds had cleared away, and the rich amber of a morning sky rose in spreading lustre above the waves, which reflected the colour, and sparkled as if laughing at so brilliant a change, yet the horizon on the other side was still veiled by deep and dusky mists." They escape to land with a female prisoner and child, and after much distress reach Port Jackson, where Arthur rents a piece of land, to which his brother, the woman and infant, are attached as labourers. The health of Lawrence declines rapidly, in consequence of a hurt he had received during the tempest; and the story proceeds thus to it's conclusion: "The cottage of Arthur was situated on a small plain, at the summit of a perpendicular hill rising at once from the sea; it was necessary to climb the hills above this plain to enter it, for there was no approach from beneath: most of the encircling hills also, that rose above it, were abrupt precipices; but one little sloping valley seeming to follow all the fanciful wanderings of a bright and murmuring stream, widened towards the entrance of the plain: the stream there turned away beneath rocks and hanging woods in silence and shade, winding about in every direction as if to avoid the precipice over which it at last fell. Lawrence would sit for whole days near this stream, either reading or silently meditating; sometimes he would weep bitterly; but oftener, particularly as his death drew near, he would look up, when his brother approached, and smile. He was very fond of the little child, whose mother had been hired by Arthur as his servant; he would take the infant out with him, and watch her as she lay on the grass at his feet: the child learned to love him for his smiles and gentle ways, and was never so happy as when near him. One morning, he took the child out at an early hour: the day was very sultry, and the weather, with the fatigue of carrying the little girl, made him feel weaker than he had ever been before: he sate down, under a large tree near his favourite stream, with the child in his arms, but he almost instantly fainted: the child fell, but she was not hurt, and only looked up at him and laughed; finding that Lawrence did not notice her, she crept away. He was roused by her cries, and beheld her sinkin the stream. her with much difficulty. The stream He sprank up and saved was not very deep: had Lawrence beeu in good health, the exertion would have been trifling; it now hastened his death; he had no sooner given the infant to her mother, then he again fainted, and the blood gushed from his mouth and nose. The next morning, Lawrence whispered to his brother, who had sate up with him all night, Dear Arthur, take me out into the tresh air once more, and let me see the chuld.' The mother brought her little girl asleep in her arms: the child awoke, and was beginning to cry; when she perceived Lawrence, she stretched out her arms to him, and offered her smiling month to be kissed.-Arthur carried out his brother to the lawn before the cottage, and supported him in his arms: Lawrence tried to speak, but he was unable; he repestedly moved his hand; at last, with an effort he pointed to the sky, and then looked at his brother; his look told Arthur all that he would have said; he was perfectly sensible to the last, and he seemed to hear every word of his brother's prayer, as he lay and gazed up at Arthur's countenance, till death fell upon him like sleep. The fresh morning air waved the branches of the trees under which the brothers had been lying, and the cool dew fell in a crystal shower over them. The sun rose naming above the horizon, and it's rich trembling rays wantoned through the shade over the pallid counteBance of the corpse; it sparkled in the dew drops which hung on the thick hair, and which mingled with the cold drops of death-sweat upon the marble forehead; even the glowing colour of some flowers which grew near in gay luxuriance, were, reflected on the conntenance, and flitting and varying, as the blossoms were moved by the breeze, they gave a mockery of life to it. Arthur observed all this, his mind dwelt upon every, the least circumstance which marked out so strongly the contrast of all that seemed young and fresh, and radiant with life, with cold, senseless, haggard death: he was too agonized to weep; but he tried to raise his thoughts to another world, he tried to tear them from the body of his brother and to follow his soul. All this must pass away,' he, at last, said to himself, 'yes, even this sky which retreats now from my sight as I gaze into it's beautiful depths. Heaven and earth must pass away, but the word of our lieavenly Father will never change. There will be a new Heaven and a new earth, and man alone will be preserved from the general destruction. He cannot return to me, but I shall go to him." "As Arthur stood, the only mourner over the grave of his brother, he wept when the well remembered words were read, 'Spare me a little, that I may recover my strength, before I go hence, and be no more seen.' Those words were alone engraved on the humble tombstone of Lawrence Western. 6 "Whose portraits are these, grandmother?' said a little boy to an old lady, as he stood before a picture of two young men; Mother, will you tell me?' he continued, turning round, for the old lady had not answered him. His grandmother was weeping. The child thought he had acted wrongly, and looked up to his mother, blushing deeply, and in silence, asking, by a look, what he had done? I am not angry with you, Arthur,' said the old lady, you are not old enough yet to weep for joy. That is the picture of two brothers. The younger brother, whose hair is so bright and who appears to speak so earnestly that the colour on his cheek deepens as it did in yours, when you came in this morning from running through the snow, was, then only twenty years of age, condemned to leave his country for acting wickedly. The elder brother was then about to become a clergyman; and was engaged to be married to a young lady whom he loved very much; but he gave up his opportunities of becoming rich, and what many considered to be his happiness; and left England with his guilty but penitent brother, to live, almost in poverty, among persons who had been sent out to that distant land, as a punishment for almost every sort of crime.' 'I am sure I should love that brother,' interrupted the child. I am sure you do love him,' said the old lady: He is your Father!" We have only to add, that there is some equally good poetry as prose in this excellent little Volume, of which, we regret not having left ourselves room to quote a specimen. George Howard, Esq. post 8vo. with an accredited Likeness and numerous Cuts, 12s. boards. NEW PUBLICATIONS, Sold at the late JAMES ASPERNE's, 32, Cornhill. A DESCRIPTION of the Island of St. Michael, comprising an Account of it's Geological Structure; with Remarks on the other Azores, or Western Islands: originally communicated to the Linnæan Society of New England, by John Webster, M.D. Corr. Sec. L.S. N.E. royal So, with numerous Maps and Plates, 138. boards. Imported from Boston. Lady Jane Grey, and her Times, by Poetical Essays, by A. J. Mason, 8vo. 8s. Constance, a Tale, by Isabel Hill, Author of "The Poet's Child," 78. 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These volumes will also contain an Essay on Chinese Literature, and a collection of Proverbs and Moral Maxims. The commercial relations are also about to be illustrated by a work from the pen of Sir G. Staunton. Burckhardt's Travels in Syria are in a forward state. Barry Cornwall's forthcoming volume is to comprise "The Flood of Thessaly," Mr. Landseer is preparing for publica-"the Girl of Provence," and "the Lettion a Supplement to Ancient Oriental History, which it is expected will throw much light on the antiquities of Chaldea, Canaan, &c. as well as on the sacred writings, particularly the Books of Job, Genesis, and Chronicles. The design is one of the most interesting and important which has been announced for a long period. ters of Boccacio to his Mistress," besides minor poems. The first is a Greek, and the second a French Tale, intended to commence a series of national stories to be told in the poetry of this popular writer, and the last relates several facts in the early life of the great Novelist, not very generally known. THEATRICAL JOURNAL. DRURY LANE.. JAN. 28. A long talked of Tragedy, with a long title, though destined to a short career, was produced for a first time this evening. It's magnificent appellation was "Owen, Prince of Powys; or, Welsh Feuds." and our readers will readily believe how wholly and solely Mr. Kean was the hero, when we inform them that the drama was introduced to the Theatre through his interference, and performed at his recommendation, the author being unknown even in the penetralia of the Green Room. The fable of a play, yawned at for two evenings, and withdrawn after the third, has scarcely a claim to description, but custom is imperative, and for the edification of our friends we submit; merely premising, that the plot is historical, and that we are utterly unable to do more than give a sketch of what none of the audience seemed thoroughly to comprehend. Our English Henry's entrée into Cambria to punish the Welsh Radicals, being met with determined opposition by Owen, Prince of Powys, a sort of bush-fighting warfare ensues, in which either party are alternately triumphant. Previous to venturing his Princely person in the fight, Owen commits his betrothed Theodora to the care of Madoc, who evinces his friendship, by making fierce love to the lady the moment he has departed. Theodora very properly repulses his amatory inclination, upon which Tudor is ordered to drown the lady as an example to such of her sex, as know not how to behave to a gentleman. Tudor Eur. Mag. Vol. 81. Feb. 1822. deceives his master and saves Theodora, whom Owen is informed has eloped from Madoc's custody. In despair he rushes to battle and is defeated; when, on his retreat to Madoc's castle, he discovers his lady-love alive and well, and exposes his friend's treachery. More trumpeting and drumming now ensue, when Theodora is accidentally wounded by a stray arrow, and dies, soon after which Owen receives his Coup de Grace, and though he walked and talked for a very long while after receiving his mortal wound, at last, he died too; Madoc's head having been previously cleft by him behind the scenes. Owen's death being the catastrophe, thus ended the Tragedy. There were several other characters whom we have not enumerated, but they were of no importance, and had but little either to do, or talk about. The poetry of the piece was in some instances tolerable, but in none splendid, plagiarisms of whole lines from Shakspeare, down to the Tragedy of "Tom Thumb," were too frequent to escape detection, and though the novelty of the toute ensemble was little, the interest was much less. The actors acquitted themselves infinitely better than their characters deserved, and would doubtless have given vitality to the piece, had it possessed any vigour of it's own. Kean as Owen gave all the effect of which the part was capable, though his costume of real chain mail, had an effect which will, we think, preclude his adopting it again very speedily. Cooper as Madoc acted with much judgment, and Penley in Tudor left us nothing to complain of but his piebald doublet of goat-skins, giving him every appearance of a Welsh Robinson Crusoe; or, rather as a little girl in the next box to us, enquired if he was not,--a wandering billy-goat on his hind legs. The very remarkably named Welsh heroine Theodora, was given to Miss Edmiston, who had the female side of the question to herself, and bating a little dissonance in her upper notes, which are always pitched much too harshly and too loud, she performed with very considerable spirit, and might fairly lay claim to a full share of the slight applause. But chain mail and goat-skins, and all the other etceteras of attraction, failed of their effect; and after a reign of only three days, "Owen, Prince of Powys," was unfortunately compelled both to resign and to retire. 66 FEB. 9. To supply the hiatus in this Theatre's amusement, occasioned by the failure of Mr. Kean's Welsh pro-, tegé, the Tragedy whose fate we have recorded, and whose authorship nobody will own, we were this evening presented with a new very serious Melo-drame entitled, Adeline; the Victim of Seduction." That this piece was of French origin it is almost superfluous to state, and without going into particulars, therefore, we merely inform our friends, that it is an alteration from a drama, by M. R. C. Guilbert de Pixerécourt, with much pretty scenery, and good music; some excellent acting, and some very far from being bearable. The story is briefly this.-Adeline, the daughter of Dorlin, an old blind officer, has been seduced by a young man of rank, who has imposed on her by a fictitious marriage, under the name of Fabian. The Count, whose real name is Wilhelm, had represented himself as a poor artist. Dorlin, however, suspects him, and forbids his visits. Adeline sees him once more, insists on having her marriage made public, and discovers that she is betrayed. A striking Melo-drame scene follows, in which the old Officer challenges the Count, and fires at him. Adeline, in despair, resolves on self-destruction, follows the Count to the family mansion, where she is met by his Countess, her distraction seen, and her safety provided for. In the midst, however, of a splendid Fête in honour of the Prince's birth-day, the unfortunate girl makes her escape, and plunges into a canal in the presence of the assemblage; she is taken up and brought in expiring in her father's arms, and all is terror, confusion, and despair. This is a melancholy story, but it has considerable interest, and, with it's aids of scenery and acting, it succeeded, and deserved to succeed. Miss Copeland performed Adeline, and sustained the part with unexpected skill. She was throughout tender and affecting, and not a few of her conceptions were highly entitled to applause. Cooper as her Father, and Penley as her Seducer, also deserve honourable mention. Miss Smithson as the Countess had only to look interesting, and she did so; while Knight as Kerizler, a rather unnatural kind of sentimental Gardener, was the only other member of the Dramatis Persona entitled to notice. Bromley and Thompson looked abominably and acted worse, which we unhesitatingly reprobate, as the piece was so well worthy of their best support. If, however, they favoured us with their best, we presume that we have no right to complain. The drama has been equally well received on all it's subsequent representations, though we are sorry to add, that on the first night the Theatre was less fully attended than on any night within our recollection, excepting only on a public visit of the late Queen last Summer. FEB. 14. After " Adeline" had been repeated with additional applause and encreased effect, a very pleasant petit Comedy, somewhat after the manner of "Blue Devils", and like that too, from the French, was produced under the title of "Love in humble Life;" which said appellation, by the bye, is the only objection we can make to the drama, for it means absolutely nothing, and is neither attractive nor recommendatory. The piece itself met with most decided and deserved success; the interest is kept up from beginning to end with considerable ingenuity, and the plot may be given in a few words :-Christine, (Miss Booth,) a Bar-maid, at an Inn, has two lovers,-Roncelaus, a soldier, (Cooper,) and Carlitz, a peasant (Knight). The soldier having been enriched by a bequest of his Colonel, on the field of battle, remits, anony |