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“ His words convey some deep, though unexplained, in- « Guiscard surrenders himself to save his country. Os terest in her, and he pauses as she approaches. Matilda myn accepts the sacrifice, and determines to bear him away enters, sees Osmyn, and recoils in terror. Finding that she as a slave. Hating him as the supposed son of Manfred, he does not recognise him, he falls at her feet in an agony of admires his heroism, and addresses him as follows: : despair. « Act the third discovers Osmyn, still in the ruined cathe

• I've sought thy ruin, bave o'erthrown thy power, dral, recovering from his trance; he resolves to spare Sa

Have flung thee captive into bonds of iron, lerno on conditions, and dispatches officers to summon the

Yet there is here a nameless wandering feelingChristian leaders to his presence. He then discloses to Syn

I know not how to utter it-to image itdarac, a faithful adherent, the circumstances of his past life. I came to curse thee like the prophet oldTwenty years before, he was Guiscard, Prince of Salerno,

Like him, o'erruled by a supernal power, and the husband of Matilda. Manfred, a neighbouring Lo! I return to bless thee-be thou bless'd ! potentate, seized his territory, and plunged him in a dungeon, where he was supposed to die of famine. A slave fur- | Men shall speak of us in the after ages ; nished him with the means of life: after six years of cap

Thus will they say of thee: He was a star tivity, his dungeon is rent by an earthquake, and he escapes ; That sail'd on smiling through the deeps of Heaven, no one knows him, and he wanders through the city unre Mocking all clouds-whose brightness was within. cognised. One day, on a solemn festival, he sees Matilda Thus will they say of me: He was a meteor, come in triumph, attended by shouting multitudes, acknow On whose dread light pale faces doubtful gazed, ledged as the wife of Manfred, and with a child, whom she As he swept on his path of desolation, calls on the people to protect, as the son of his enemy. Con Glorious shall be thy light, and bright thy settingvinced of her perfidy, be flies, abjures the Christian faith, My track is terror- and my end is darkness.' [Esit. and, as Osmyn the renegade, after an absence of many years, returns to gratify his long-delayed vengeance. The follow

“ Matilda rushes in as Guiscard is on the point of being ing passages, taken from this scene, are among the most stri

carried away in bondage, and declares that a secret in her king and poetical in the play :

possession will release him from the hatred of Osmyn, to

whom she demands to be conducted. The fourth Act opens - There is a choking agony

with the most touching, and the most dramatic, scene in When the heart's torture labours for confession,

the play, between Osmyn and Matilda. In the course of Even though confession's torture; and we tell

this interview, she proves her fidelity to her first and only To friend-or foe-or stranger-or the winds

husband, and that her acknowledging herself the wife of That wbich they mock at, all alike-and feel

Manfred, after his death, was a subterfuge, to save the life Their mockery as a respite to the pang

of Guiscard, her son, and to secure for him his just succesThat rent us ere disclosure-Listen to me.

sion to the sovereignty of Salerno. Osmyn can no longer

command his feelings, but discovers himself to Matilda. Oh! when the tide of ruin swept my towers,

This passage is extremely beautiful : Whom did I grasp at in the wreck?-that woman!

Osmyn. Wouldst thou bebold thy husband ? Whom did my last appealing groan invoke?

Matilda. My husband ?
Whom did my bursting eyeballs strain to see-

Osmyn. Ay—the husband of thy youth.
(Would they had burst )-whom did the blood I shed Him long deem'd dead amid the vaults we tread on
Drench to her shrinking bosom ?-that-that woman! Darest thou see him? He wore no turban once-
They seized me when I could no longer strive -

The glow of youth was on his cheek-'tis faded ;
They plunged me in a dungeon of these towers –

The light of hope was on his brow-'tis quencb'd;
I cannot tell my dungeon agonies -

The strength of hosts was in his arm-it trembles
Nortime-nor space was there--nor day-nor midnight Trembles to lift this veilthis was thy husband.
I knew not that I lived - but felt I suffered -

Matilda. Risen from the dead! Away, and save thy Synd. Didst thou not live for vengeance ?

son ! Osmyn. No; I lived for her

Osmyn. The son of Manfred mine? Amidst those horrors lived for her alone

Matilda. Talk not, but save him. He is thy son. . She was the moonbeam of my maniac cell, That, lighting me to madness, still was light,

“ Osmyn dispatches his signet to Bentaleb, with orders

to surrender his prisoner. Bentaleb refuses obedience I look'd on her, as on his banish'd heaven

excites the troops to mutiny-seizes Osmyn as a traitor, and The apostate look'd in his despair-and fed.'

plunges him in a dungeon. The fifth Act is short, but con

tains quite enough of incident to sustain the tragic interest “In the next scene, Osmyn receives the Christian depu

of the piece. Guiscard is released by Syndarac; the Chris. tation in his camp, surrounded by his troops : Bentaleb, tians overthrow the Turks; Bentaleb, though foiled, seizes another Turkish leader, urges him to show them no mercy

| a moment in which he effects the murder of Osmyn, who -Osmyn replies as follows :

dies repentant in the arms of his wife and son,

“ From the passages we have quoted, our readers will Osmyn. They've wrong'd thee, then ?

perceive that the poetry is characterised by all the pecu. Bentaleb. They're Christians, and I hate them.

liarities of Maturin's genius. Both on the stage and in the Osmyn. And thou hast wondrous reason-mighty

closet, Osmyn will add to the reputation of the author, and cause :

its production on our national boards is highly creditable to A helmet hides their heads - a turban thine

all parties concerned. Maturin and Knowles, both IrishAnd when ye mutter o'er your heartless prayers,

men, have produced the most successful modern tragedies. They bend them to the East, and thou to Mecca.

Both are entitled to a high place in the list of dramatic 'Tis reason strong and just as e'er

authors--opposite in style, but kindred in genius. The Distorted conscience gives to evil passions.

writing of Knowles is distinguished by strength and simThou art a fool in vengeance-a blunt fool,

plicity--that of Maturin, by gorgeous ornament and splenWho knows the weight a tleshy frame can bear,

did figures. Knowles was more fortunate in his selection And lays it on with strong unpitying hand,

of subjects. Virginius and William Tell are hallowed in But forms no exquisite engine for the soul.

our memories by long and fond associations. The story of Canst thou, o'erlooking matter's paltry pangs,

each strikes home to every heart; the incidents belong to Forge agonies for the heart of man within him?

the situations, and every one can feel their truth and proBend down the viewless and impalpable spirit,

bability. The more romantic imagination of Maturin To writhe in tortures body never felt ?

searches among the dark and stormy recesses of the human Thy vulgar cruelty, thou fool in torture,

soul, and produces scenes of guilt and agony, and characters Cries out-I hate thee, and will kill thee;- mine of terrible passion and energy, more powerful and appalling, Exclaims-I hate thee far too much to kill thee.

tut less natural and affecting. They command, perhaps, If thou wouldst make man wretched, make him vile,

our admiration, rather than our sympathy-our wonder, Sear up his conscience, make his mind a desert,

rather than our tears."
His heart an ulcer, and his frame a stone;
Countryless, friendless, wifeless, childless, Godless;
Accursed of Heaven, and hated-make him Osmyn !

FIRE-SIDE ENJOYMENTS. Chronicles of a School Room. By Mrs S. C. Hall, Editor “ I dearly love what may be called fire-side enjoyments. of “ The Juvenile Forget-Me-Not.” London. Westley Music !-yes, it decidedly is, or ought to be, one; and a and Davis. 1830. 12mo. Pp. 213.

young lady employed in the exercise of that exquisite talent,

for the purpose of soothing or enlivening the dear home This publication alone, were all her previous efforts ob- circle, is ever an object of interest and affection. How deliterated, would elevate Mrs Hall to the first rank as an

licious are some of our sweet ballads sung in the soft twi.

light,-papa and mamma tranquilly listening to the wellelegant and delightful instructress of youth. If we place

remembered notes of The Winter it is past,' The Birks her second to Miss Edgeworth, we certainly think she is

of Endermay,' or the thrilling combination of sense and pressing close upon that lady's footsteps, and is second to sound in the Exile of Erin,' and then blessing God for no one else. We hold her already superior to her friend, having given thern an unspotted child, who, though it may Mrs Hofland, to whom she has dedicated her present vo be rich, and young, and beautiful, derives more delight lume. Besides the information which they con vey, and

from their approval, than from the applause of the gay and

brilliant. the fine moral lessons they inculcate, there is a warmth,

“ Books!—what pleasure do they not impart? Quick, a sincerity, an enthusiasm, an Irishness about Mrs Hall's

draw the curtains, the circular table a little nearer the fire; writings, admirably calculated to win the youthful mind.

Emily, the dear little Emily, on her own particular stool at It is impossible for any young lady, from ten to twenty, mamina's feet, her fine doll in her lap, which she is stealthily to read the Tales composing the “Chronicles of a School undressing, lest papa should be shocked at seeing it en robe room,” without being made wiser and better, without ha de nuit; Martha, the good-natured Martha, arranging some ving her heart softened, and her dispositions improved. flowers in her hortus siccus; Rebecca, the sage, the wise young The tales are supposed to be told to the authoress by a

woman of the family, pondering over “The Foreigu Review, pleasant elderly lady, called Mrs Ashburton, who had

or the last Quarterly,' or the sound yet laughing • Black

wood,' or my especial favourite, · The British Magazine;' long kept a boarding school of the highest character in

mamma investigating the contents of a " Tidy,' that newly the neighbourhood of Little Hampton, a village in Sussex. invented receptacle of torn clothes, sighing over portions There are seven stories, and they are entitled “ Marie de of the dilapidated wardrobe of seven children; papa turning Jariot,” “ Millicent O'Brian," “ Sweet May Douglas," the leaves of a musty folio, the stock-book of the household, “ The Two Indians," “ The Painter's Sister," “ Zillah for various purposes; while Alfred, the eldest bope of the Penrose," and “ The Deaf and Blind.” We love all these,

family, stretches his feet on Pompey's silky coat, and tosses but the three last are special favourites with us. Of course

over and over an aged newspaper, from which (silly fellow)

he knows he can derive no information. Gentle reader ! the heroine of each narrative is one of the young ladies,

fancy such a scene, in a country mausion, some forty or who had been placed under Mrs Ashburton's care; and sixtv miles from London, at the beginning of November; we are thus presented with a succession of beautiful por and fancy, also, old Daniel, or old Joseph, or old Samuel traits, each distinct in itself, yet each more attractive than any old servant will do-entering with a parcel, a London another. The tender interest attached to the French lady parcel of books! Just fancy the delight such an event must Marie de Jariot, is finely relieved by the still higher for

occasion to such a party, who are all, with the exception of titude and happier fate of Millicent O'Brian.

mamma, who has too much to think of, and Emily, who The merry

does not think at all, somewhat book-wormish; how charmand sweet May Douglas, transplanted into the richness

ing! A parcel containing the best of Colburu's publicaof England, from her father's castle, far away among the tions, for ihose seniors of the party who ought to know how Highland hills, dances before us like one of her own the proceedings of the literary world are conducted; books harebells in the light and dew of a summer morning. from Westley and Davis, fit for the Sabbath and the seri. Nor are the two Indian maidens less interesting, with ous; and such charming pretty-looking things from Hailes

u and Harris, as make even Emily forget her doll. A heap their magnificent black eyes, and glorious features, telling of remote intermarriages among the princes of the

of delightful Annuals for those who love pretty pictures and

rational amusements. How much are we indebted to them Eastern land ; nor the Painter's Sister, that pale and de- |

ster, mat pale and de- during the winter evenings, when out of doors the snow is licate girl, with a face to which genius lent its own pe- deep and the wind piercing! culiar beauty, and an undying affection and admiration «I might say, and with truth too, that, for very little masfor the brother of her childhood, the friend and com. | ters and misses, a quiet game of blindman's-buff is seasonpanion of her riper years ; nor Zillah Penrose, the able at Christmas time, particularly when a steady person Quaker's daughter, shutting up in the recesses of her |

is present to call 'fire' and prevent mischief; though I alown bosom an enduring treasure of meekness, patience,

most fear that to express such an opinion is likely to bring

me into disrepute with the young élégantes, and those very gentleness, and lofty mental firmness, which yields

sinart juvenile gentlemen who coine under the denomination not even to the terrors of the storm upon the mighty of little dandies-troublesome monkeys! I could better, by deep ;--nor Clara and Anna Damer, sisters in beauty, a thousand times, endure a good romping boy, than a minand sisters in affliction, the one blind and the other deaf, cing, finikin, perking, bowing, simpering Jemmy Jessamy, yet both capable of adorning and enjoying life, and of with kidded hands, perfumed handkerchief, and empty winning for themselves a purer inheritance, where all head. But I am sure all little creatures, roly-polys under films will pass away from the eyes, and floods of music |

eight, will forgive me, ay, and love me tov, for tolerating swell upon the ear.

blindman's-buff. It is delightful to dwell, though

“I am sorry that needlework goes out of fashion; it is a but for a few hours, among creations such as these, for gentlewomanly amusement, and ought not to be neglected, there is something in the very atmosphere in which they particularly by those who have many brothers and sisters, move, that refines the grosser spirit, and purges away and whose parents are not rich. Many girls, I am sorry the impurities contracted by an intercourse with the sel to say, despise their needle, and affect to think work unfit fish world.

occupation for genteel or intellectual beings. I both grieve Nor are the tales the only attraction of this excellent

for, and am angry with, such misses. I can tell them, that little volume. They are interwoven with much useful

many of our high-born noble ladies employ their fingers in information and instructive discourse.

framing clothes for the poor and desolate widows and or

We are present phans of our distressed country. And I can also tell them ed, for example, in one place, with some pleasant anec that the sensible and instructive Hofland, the playful and dotes, illustrative of the habits of the birds ; in another, highly-gifted Mitford, ay, and even the graceful and elewith sea-side meditations, and a few glimpses into the gant Landon, think it no disgrace to form themselves the science of Conchology; in a third, with remarks on Bo

garbs in which they are always fascinating, because always tany, and so on throughout. As we cannot afford space for

unaffected. One advantage of the generality of female ocany of the separate stories, we must be contented with an

cupations is, that the mind can be engaged, either in hearextract of a different nature, which, though it conveys no

ing or reflecting, when the fingers are employed in plain notion of the merits of the “ Chronicles," will afford

work, or even in embroidering; and nothing is more delight

ful than a party enlivened by alternate reading and music, some idea of Mrs Hall's lively and agreeable style. We where the greater number are not too fine to be industrimay entitle the passage


We earnestly recommend this volume to the attention rived just at the time when Preciosa was about to take of all parents, guardians, and teachers, who are anxious the veil, and retire from the world for ever: Impressed for the moral culture of the female part of their charge, with the solemnity of the ceremony, a sudden stupor for the growth of those graces which pass not away, seized our heroine, and she fell motionless at the foot of which charm in this life, and prepare the way for a the marble pillar. “ They raised her up; they bathed better.

her pale and lovely face-lovely even in death; but it

would not do, it would not do! With that last strain Gertrude ; a Tale of the 16th Century. 2 vols. London.

of harmony the immortal soul had fled for ever.” Such Colburn and Bentley. 1830.

is a brief outline of the incidents upon which the story

of Gertrude is founded, The reign of Henry the Third is one of the periods in We may now present our readers with a specimen or French History which abounds in incidents well calcula- two of the style of the fair authoress of Gertrude. The ted for the purposes of the novelist. The character of massacre of St Bartholomew took place, August 24, 1572, the reigning Prince was a strange compound of levity, during the reign of Charles IX. The following is a folly, and vice. Surrounded by a young and thoughtless graphic and interesting description of that direful catas. nobility, and abandoned to all the effeminacy of a court, trophe : he augmented, says Millot, the scandal of his manners,

THE MASSACRE OF ST BARTHOLOMEW. “ par les grimaces de devotion." The Protestants and “ For six days the massacre of St Bartholomew had conCatholics were at this time striving for the ascendancy, tinued in Paris. Five hundred noblemen perished, with and France was in a state of perpetual agitation, to the many thousand persous of every sex and age, from the incontinuance of which the ambitious spirit of Catherine fant on its nurse's breast, to the grey-haired old man, who, de Medicis not a little contributed.

standing on the brink of the grave, was hurried into it. It is to this period, so fertile in events, that the tale of

For virtue, science, religion, beauty, no claim was heard ; Gertrude relates. Gertrude was the daughter of Count

no pity was shown. Almost every province in the kinga

dom followed the example of the capital; and, during the Guy of Frontenaye, in Provence. During the troubles

whole of September, France was divided into two parties, which followed the massacre of St Bartholomew, the fa- executioners and victims. The names of the King of Navarre, mily to which Gertrude belonged was destroyed by a band and of his cousin, the Prince of Condé, were, after much of villains, enemies to the Huguenots. For some time deliberation, effaced from the list of those distinguished vicafter this catastrophe Gertrude lived in a retired manner,

tims, who were inarked for slaughter by Queen Catherine until a party of the Royal Family happened to pass near

de Medicis : that of the King of Navarre principally on ac

count of his relationship to the King, and of the alliance her residence. Among this party was Duke Beaumont,

which he had contracted with his sister; while the Prince King of Navarre. His heart was touched at the sight of of Condé was saved through the interest of the Duke of the “ Violet of Provence,” as she was termed ; and he Nevers, who became surety for his fidelity and submission. soon afterwards sought her dwelling again in the charac- We are told that King Charles looked from the windows of ter of a wandering Troubadour. Having ingratiated the Louvre, and seeing that the sun shone brightly, obserhimself into her favour, he disclosed to her his real name ved that the weather itself was rejoicing at the murder of and rank, and, induced by his importunities, together the Huguenots. As if Heaven had heard the infamous

ark, the sky became clouded, and a storm arose. With with the repeated invitations of the Duchess of Monba

| a glance of horrid satisfaction, the monarch strained his zon, Gertrude left the castle of Frontenaye, and set out 1

enaye, and set out eyes over the scene which presented itself before him. Minfor Paris, to accept of the office of maid of honour to gled with the thunders, arose the blasphemous voices of Madam Catherine, the sister of Henry of Navarre. Our the murderers, traversing the city like demons unchained heroine bore a distinguished part in all the balls and fes- before their time the continual firing of arquebusses and tivities which took place at the junction of the two courts pistols, each sound of which gave signal that an immortal of France and Navarre. She surpassed in beauty all the

soul had taken its flight to another realm—the lamentable

cries of those who in vain endeavoured to escape-the groans other ladies, and her accomplishments did not fail to en

of the dying wretches whose bodies were thrown from the gage the attention of even Catherine de Medicis. It was

windows, or dragged through the dust with savage yells of amid the splendours and gaieties of the fashionable circle, triumph, while showers of stones were levelled against the that the affection of the Duke for Gertrude increased so doors and windows, and six hundred houses given up to much, that he proposed to divorce his own wife, Mar- plunder. In the evening of St Bartholomew's-day, the guerite of Valois, in order to make way for Gertrude. King, followed by his brothers, by the three Queens and Her regard for the Duke was equally sincere, and she

their ladies, and by all his court, went to the • Cinnetrière

des Innocents,' to see a honeysuckle, which, having bloswould probably have become the wife of the future King

somed that day, was regarded as a prodigy. On their reof France, had not prudence seemed to oppose the alli

turn homeward, they walked gaily through rows of dead ance. She was advised by her friends to abandon all bodies, and the next day repaired to mass in solemn prothoughts of it, both on account of the vast difference in cession, to render thanks to God for the success. History point of rank, and also from the envy and hatred which does not record that any voice faltered while singing this such a union would excite among the different members

Te Deum ; but, from the hour of Coligny's death, sleep of the court. This prudent Counsel, after a severe struggle,

refused to visit the eyelids of the French King. Surfeited

with human blood, ihe royal assassins at length stretched Gertrude followed. The court was soon afterwards

forth their hands, saying, . It is enough ;' and a short calm transferred to the castle of Pau, in Bearne. During

succeeded this frightful hurricane. According to Perèfixe, the war with the Huguenots, Catherine here beguiled

a hundred thousand people perished. • Execrable action ! the time by numerous fetes and amusements. It was he adds,' which never has had, and, please God, never will after one of these pastimes that the Princess and Ger- have, any parallel.'” trude, wandering through a wood near the river Adau, Among the numerous mignons, or favourites of the were rescued by a stranger from the attack of a ferocious King of France, there was one Monsieur de Balzac, who boar. The stranger, known by the name of “ Le beau had lately returned from his travels in Scotland. The Chevalier Anglais," was Lord de Gray, an Englishman following passage, in which the coxcomb gives an account by birth. He had left his native country at an early of what he had seen, is amusing : age, and had entered the army as a simple volunteer. / “. Give us an account of your travels, Monsieur de BalGertrude felt grateful to her deliverer, and he fell in love 'zac?' said Madame Catherine.

" • Beshrew me, if your Highness be not too severe,' with her ; but a certain prophetic presentiment of the

lisped the favourite, 'as if a few minutes would suffice to shortness of her existence brooded over the feeling mind me

ening mmg relate the dangers and adventures which I have gone through, of Gertrude. Nothing could induce her to marry Lord since the hour when an evil Genius first tempted me to visit de Gray. Oppressed by a religious melancholy, she that accursed land, where I have scarce escaped starving, retired to the convent of her friend Preciosa, and ar- 'drowning, and every manner of privation; their wine is wretched, their pastry uneatable the men are ruffiansthe women unmannered, dowdy savages! If your Highness

Hoyle made Familiar, with the Rules of Practice. By will believe me, I breakfasted with the Countess of Mar,

| Eidrah Trebor, Esq. Edinburgh. Stirling and Kenney, or rather saw her breakfast, upon a chine of beef and a gal

1830. Pp. 106. 32mo. lon of ale!

Having examined this neat and comprehensive trea“ The ladies expressed due borror at this enormity.

"• And not a drop of cool claret.' continued de Balzac, tise, on no less than thirty different games of cards, with ''pon honour! not the smallest possibility of getting one's considerable care, we are free to state, tbat it is written ruff properly starched. That I have escaped alive is next with both accuracy and judgment. Of the editor, howto a miracle. By the mass! I have been forced to tighten ever, we know nothing; and being somewhat curious in my girdle by two inches.'

genealogical pursuits, we were rather anxious to ascertain And their town of Edinburgh ?' said the Queen-mo

the family of Eidrah Trebor, Esq. At length we hit ther.

"Dull as a provincial town. 'fore Gad.' replied he: upon the expedient of reading the letters backwards, and nothing going on-every thing in confusion. A savage found them to make Robert Hardie--the same patronymic creature called Knox, thundering in every body's ears against as that of the ingenious printer of the book. This is a the abominations of Popery. Coarse rustics, with lank discovery which none but an editor of first-rate talent could hair, and shining faces, listening with wonder to his tire- have made, yet we shrewdly suspect that Mr Hardie has some shouting. I paid my devoirs to the Regent Mur- | received important assistance from some practised hand, ray, and he asked me to dinner. By my lady! I went with an appetite, but the sight of his unsavoury viands was

and that there has been an imperium in imperio. The work

of which rejects all games not played with cards, but comprises more than sufficient. A house trumpet, the sound of v nearly annibilated me, summoned us to the banquet. I was distinct rules and instructions for playing many games, placed next to a hideous hairy savage, called Lord Ruton, directions for which were bitherto to be obtained only or Ruthven, or some such name. I merely intended to hint in separate treatises. The editor explains his object more to him that his ruff was scarce sufficiently stiff, and beshrew specifically in the following preface: me, if he did not grin upon me after the fashion of a hye- « The very high reputation which Hoyle's Games have na !-But I pray you, ladies, question me no more; it irks deservedly maintained for nearly a century, has led to inme to think of it."

numerable editions of his treatises-all, as the phrase is, Throughout this novel, we meet with many pleasing revised, corrected, much improved, and considerably enand interesting passages, not unfrequently reminding us larged.' But it seems to have escaped the observation of of the touching pathos which pervades the beautiful story | bis numerous editors, that Hoyle wrote for those who were of Louisa Venoni, by the Man of Feeling.

previously in some measure acquainted with the mode of In this age, when every intellectual pursuit seems to

playing the various games of which he treats, and that his

work was intended ratber to enlighten the already instructed, be tending to extravagance and excess," when,” in the

| than to instruct the wholly uninstructed. In this edition, language of Johnson, “ the rage of writing has seized the

an attempt has been made-successfully, it is confidently old and the young, when the cook warbles her lyrics in hoped-to incorporate the “Reading-made-easy' with the the kitchen, and the thresher vociferates his heroics in the Grammar' and Philosophy of cards;-in other words, to barn; when our traders deal out knowledge in bulky vo- give such a plain and perspicuous description of each game, lumes, and our girls forsake their samplers to teach king from the cutting for deal to scoring the last point, as will doms wisdom," it is pleasant to meet with so chaste and

enable the person who never saw a pack of cards, by peru

sing the three or four prefatory pages, and the treatise on the simple a production as Gertrude.

game he wishes to acquire a knowledge of, to understand

its principles, and, with a little practice, to play it well. A The Fortunes of Francesco Novello de Carrara, Lord of number of new games, never before published, have been inPadua, an Historical Tale of the Fourteenth Century,

serted in the present edition, among which may be men

tioned, the fashionable game of Ecarté, freely translated from the Chronicles of Gataro, with Notes. By David

from the French treatise, with • Catch the Ten,' or Scotch Syme, Esq. Edinburgh. Constable and Co. 1830.

Whist, and the Irish game of · Five and Ten;' besides sem 8vo, pp. 257.

veral new Round Games, and varieties of some of the old We have read this work with much pleasure. It con-ones.” tains a faithful and vivid picture of the manners of the

This work is adorned with a frontispiece, very neatly Italians in the fourteenth century. Gataro, the princi

engraved by Lizars, but from a most ungallant design by pal historian of the House of Carrara, possesses a style J. Stewart, from the land

style / J. Stewart, from the land of the West. An elderly perfull of simple eloquence and natural vivacity; and is for. son-evidently a gourmand, “ with spectacles on's nose," tunate in having for his subject the vicissitudes of an an and “in fair round belly, with good capon lined,"—the cient and noble family, whose successes and power, so very image of Mathews in the character of Mr Wiggans, constantly alternated with harassing sufferings and hair- | is represented at table with a “ Bold Dragoon" for his breadth escapes, and finally ending in a very sad and partner, and with tricks before each of them ! whilst they bloody tragedy, afford materials for the chronicler almost are opposed in the game by two ladies-spinsters—as partas interesting as could be found in any work of fiction. ners! Mr Stewart should have recollected that ShakIn reading Gataro, we are not unfrequently reminded of speare says, Froissart, and he interests us almost as much in the "Two women placed together, always make cold weather." principality of Padua, as the French historian does in the affairs of his own nation. We had intended to have | This treatise carries with it, besides our recommendapresented our readers with a more elaborate analysis of tion, the virtues of being neatly printed, handsomely cothis work, and some extracts from it; but as we find vered, and moderately priced; whilst its size is adapted that its interest mainly depends upon its continuity, either for a lady's reticule, or the waistcoat pocket of a we prefer simply recommending it to those who enjoy a gentleman. It would be well were a copy of the book peep into the stirring events of the past. Mr Syme, the laid on every card-table, along with the cards ; for it translator, or rather the compiler, has executed his task may safely be taken as an umpire in all companies, on with great judgment. “ As the excessive prolixity,” he disputed points. says, “ of honest Gatara has with justice been complained of, I have melted down the original narrative, and re-cast it in a smaller mould, preserving as much as pos

Fine Arts.-Landscape Ilustrations of the Waverley sible the fashion of the old workmanship.” Mr Syme

Novels. Engraved by William and Edward Finden. has also given some explanatory extracts in the shape of

Part I. London : Charles Tilt. Edinburgh : Thomas an Introduction, and has added a number of useful notes.

Ireland. 1830. The work altogether indicates the hand of a scholar, and Judging by the present specimen, this promises to be will be read by scholars with much satisfaction. | a beautiful and interesting work. “ From the numerous Historical Illustrations,” say the conductors,“ which to witness his parting with his comrades, and then with have appeared to embellish the Novels of the Author of Susan, without being melted almost to tears. But all this, Waverley, it is matter of surprise that no attempt has yet as we said before, is entirely done by T. P. Cooke, and the been made to convey an idea of the scenery, which, beau- effect is feeble to what it might have been had the compo. tiful in itself, bas been rendered doubly interesting by the sition of the drama been entrusted to an abler pen,-to descriptions of the distinguished author. To supply this Cooper, for example, the American novelist, who can deficiency is the object of the present undertaking.” A | put his hand upon the ocean's mane, and vault upon its number of distinguished artists have been engaged to fur back, and sway it to his will. Long Tom Coffin and Fid nish drawings; and those views will be selected which are sailors worth seeing ; but the sailors of Douglas Jerhave been dwelt on with admiration by Sir Walter him- rold are diluted into the insipidity of five-water-grog. self. The work is to be published in parts, each contain- ' T. P. Cooke's motto may well be, ing four plates, of a size to bind up with the new edition

“ Nothing in him of the Waverley Novels, but the impressions are also taken

But doth suffer a sea-change." off on paper sufficiently large for any of the collected edi. tions. Part first, comprises views of Arran, of Doune His ordinary melo-dramatic performances are middling Castle, of Penrith, and of Windermere, illustrative of pas enough, for whenever he tries to look like the brigand or sages in the “ Heart of Mid-Lothian,” “ Waverley,” and the hero, be is sure to look a thousand times more like the “ Guy Mannering." All these are finely executed, and coxswain or the boatswain's mate. Even when he plays are a good augury of the success of the work.

the Monster in “ Frankenstein," we oftentimes fancy we

see him chewing his quid, and whenever he turns his Mercator and Felir. By John M‘Cay, Member of the

back, we invariably look for his pigtail. Could the blue

apparition sing, we never doubt for a moment that he Royal Physical Society of Edinburgh. Edinburgh.

would strike up, “ Bound 'prentice to a waterman;" and MacLachlan and Stewart. 1830. Stitched. Pp. 23.

were it consistent with the creature's dignity to dance, you This is a neat and classically-written brochure, illus

may rest assured that it would be an “ admired naval horntrating and inculcating the fact, that wealth is neither the pipe.” Mr Cooke's range is therefore limited, but he is surest nor the best road to happiness.

on that account only the more natural. Was there ever a more limited being in point of character than a genuine

tar? His whole being is adapted to the range of the THE DRAMA.

| wooden walls within which he lives. He moves as they We have seen T. P. Cooke in the redoubted drama of move ; he rocks up and down as they rock; he is buffeted “ Black-eyed Susan," to have a peep at which the Cock by the winds and splashed by the waves as they are; if neys squeezed themselves to death for a hundred nights. | they go gaily on their course, so does he; if they founder The acting of T. P. is, of course, excellent; but in so far at sea, Jack for a certainty founders too. He knows the as the writing is concerned, the piece is greatly below par. technical terms of his own art, and, in all other respects, It wants the true sea smell; it savours too much of language is to him a mystery. He knows a little of the Wapping and Grub-street. One may discover pretty very outskirts of the earth, as it were—the very rim-but easily, that though the author may have more than once the ocean is his home; he is happier on its bosom than taken a wherry at Blackfriar's Bridge, he has never wea- the sea-bird. Now, how could T. P. Cooke-we like thered a storm in the Bay of Biscay. His nautical the letters T. P., they distinguish him—be a good sailor phrases have been culled from books, not picked up on were he a good actor of other parts ? The thing is an the forecastle. Although entitled a “ Nautical drama,” absurdity; when was a sailor an actor ? T. P. is not an there is not a single really nautical character in the whole actor; he is a sailor-every inch of him, “ all as one as a piece except William, and, if we are not much mistaken, bit of the ship.” It is as good as a long voyage to see him T. P. Cooke has, in a great measure, made that for him for a night or two now and then. The Theatre becomes self. There never was a set of more complete nonde a seventy-four, and, if rightly rigged, its sky-scrapers, scripts than Doggrass, Gnatbrain, Jacob Twig, Blue Peter, and moon-rakers, ay, and even its grog-stopper, should be Raker, and Hatchet. The three last look, speak, and act distinctly seen from the Register Office ; whilst the ladies just as like coal-heavers as sailors; and were it not that in the captain's cabin below may thank their stars if they Stanley contrives to give to the part of Gnatbrain a are not all pitched out of their berths by a sudden lurch. humour which the author never foresaw, the whole set | If the wind be fair, heaven only knows in what part of would be as stupid as a score of marines riding at anchor the world the people in the hold may find themselves in a wet night. The truth is, that this piece is indebted when they expect to step out at the pit door, and walk to Gay, the author of the fine ballad of “ Black-eyed quietly home to their own houses. As for the Captain Susan," for its principal attraction. His William and himself, William Henry Murray, we have no doubt Susan are two persons who have taken a hold of the po- he always makes it a rule to keep a good look-out a-head; pular feeling, and whom many a long association has and when he has T. P. Cooke at the helm, he need be now. endeared to us. All that Mr Douglas Jerrold has under no apprehension. done, is to add a few vulgar excrescences to the far more

Old Cerberus. simple and elegant production of the poet. Had he entrusted his hero to any other actor than T. P. Cooke, the whole thing would have been forgotten in a week.

ORIGINAL POETRY. As it is, the veriest booby sees at once that it is to the genius of the performer, not of the author, that he is in THOUGHTS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND,. debted for the enjoyment he receives. Cooke rejects al

Ah! sir, the good die first, together many of the flimsy sentimentalities which Cock.

And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust ney scribblers are too apt to put into the mouths of sail


Burn to the socket! ors ; he softens down others, or rather braces them up THERE came no vision girt with glorious pomp; into a manly vigour; and he does all he can, and what No seraph stood reveal'd; nor heavenly choirs no other person could do, to infuse into the whole person Pour'd their full harmony around the bed ification the hardy, boisterous, warm-hearted, and salt | Where sbe lay down to everlasting rest : water spirit of a British sailor. He succeeds so well, Yet were ber virtues there, array'd in light, tnat after he has cut down his officer for being rude to And shedding radiance round her clammy brow; his wife, and has been tried and is condemned to death, Yet was the voice of Mem'ry loud and clear, the illusion becomes nearly complete, and it is impossible Singing the lofty song of deathless praise

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