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27020 ers and shrubs. The exact manner of laying them out | able. Schiller, when a boy, distinguished himself little - must depend upon the character of the ground; which is from other boys. One or two silly anecdotes are told, by in all the better of having an unequal surface, both as that which his astonishing precocity is attempted to be proved; rian affords more variety, and is advantageous to some kinds but our grandmothers can tell more wonderful things of up of plants. In placing bothouses, which are a great addi- us all; and, even although authenticated, they prove no

e tion to every garden, we must choose their locality at first thing. He was originally destined for the church, and trian with a view solely to utility. They must stand on the had made some progress in his ecclesiastical studies, when un spot which affords the best exposure. This first great bis father changed his mind, and determined to make him

et object being attained, we must next consider how we can a lawyer. The dry details of the juridical profession exer render them ornamental. It will generally be found, cited in Schiller nothing but the most unfeigned disgust, Em that by disregarding show in the first instance, we have and he at last relinquished it altogether for one he imatre obtained an opportunity of introdacing a wider and more gined more inviting-medicine. The whole of his col

varied beauty into our garden, than we could have plan lege life, however, seems to have been any thing but happy. Bimin ned beforehand. It is the analogy of nature-in sacri-Confined to his chambers at Stuttgard, he was sbut out

ficing our immediate pleasure to the principles of honour from all the rest of the world ; and for any knowledge and justice, we are invariably preparing for ourselves a | he had acquired of men and manners, he was indebted more noble and lasting happiness.

entirely to books. Many of the estimates he had formed There are some ornaments which, although not neces. regarding them were, consequently, erroneous. Apparent sary to a garden, may, in certain situations, be introduced evil, however, frequently produces real good, and seemwith advantage. Where there is a great inequality of ingly inadequate causes have often occasioned the most ground, terraces laid out, and decorated with some archi- important results. Had it not been for the perverted tectural pretensions, are a valuable addition. When the discipline of the Stuttgard school, the “ Robbers" might enduring growth of the plants has subdued them to the never have been given to the world ; yet this work forms character of the scene, they much enhance the charms of an era not only in Schiller's history, but in the literature the garden. In more genial climates than ours, an oc- of Europe. There was never an author rose more sudcasional bust or statue, peeping from among the green denly from obscurity to fame. Hitherto Schiller had passleaves, pleases the eye, and affords hints for meditation.ed for an unprofitable, discontented, and disobedient boy ; Our variable weather causes them to moulder too quickly but the giant might of his nature now stood forth confessaway; and in winter, they gleam coldly and uncomforta- ed. “ He burst upon the world like a meteor ; and surbly through the leafless trees. In Italy, there is some prise, for a time, suspended the power of cool and rational thing exquisitely refreshing in the play of fountains, and criticism." His tragedy, which appeared when he was marble ornaments add both to their apparent coolness and in his twenty-second year, and which he published at bis to their beauty. With us they are unnecessary. " Too own expense, not being able to find any bookseller that much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia.” A small piece would undertake it, was, in a few months, translated into of water is, however, always an improvement to a garden. almost all the modern languages, and became the uniIt is in keeping, for a supply of this element is required versal topic among literary men. It is not our purpose in summer for the drooping flowers; and although it can- at present to enter into its peculiar merits or defects; but not be made to rival the beauties of a lake, there is yet this much we will say, that, however great its faults may something exquisitely pleasing in its transparency, and its be, it possesses beauties which no other German author reflections of tree and sky. A summer-house is indis not even Schiller himself-has ever surpassed. pensable ; but it ought to be of good stone and Jime. Soon after this, he became acquainted with Dalberg, Leafy bowers are fine things to read of, but they are the superintendent of the theatre at Manheim; and in plagued with insects. In general, too, they are stiff, and 1783, two other tragedies the “ Conspiracy of Fiesco," ought to be abrogated, with all the bare and stunted pro and “ Cabal and Love"-were brought upon the stage ductions of what has been called the topiarian art. there with the greatest success. He now Jeft Stuttgard

It is true that our brief and uncertain summer affords finally, and renounced at once divinity, law, and medius but a short space for the enjoyment of the garden ; but cine, for the more alluring charms of a literary life.“ All this is the very reason why we ought to make the most my connexions," he says, in a letter to a friend, "are now of it. In its embowered shades we can best concentrate dissolved. The public is now all to me, my study, my our affections and thoughts, scattered and dissipated among sovereign, my confident. To the public alone I hencethe multitudinous cares of the world. There we can as-forth belong ; before this, and no other tribunal, will I semble our friends around us, or we may bask alone in place myself ; this alone do I reverence and fear. Somethe sun, until we seem to ripen with the fruits over-thing majestic hovers before me, as I determine now to head, or sit in the breathless hush of midnight, looking at wear no other fetters but the sentence of the world, to the pale moon, and the few intensely bright stars around appeal to no other throne but the soul of man." He reher. It is not every one who can reach the solitudes of mained at Manheim for nearly two years, during which nature, there to commune with his own heart; but almost time he became the editor of the “ German Thalia," -a every one may have a garden, where he can lock out the publication principally devoted to theatrical criticisms, dense crowd that jostles him in the streets. And if at essays on the nature of the stage, its history in various times his thoughts be interrupted by the laugh from some countries, and its moral and intellectual effects. He gave neighbouring garden, or by the small happy voices of chil- a good deal of his time to philosophical pursuits, of which dren, this will but give a heartier and more human turn he had been always fond, and produced the “ Philosophic to his musings, teaching him how many thousands are Letters," in which it appears that scepticism often interunconsciously sympathising with his happiness.

fered with his fairest visions, and threw a shadow across his soul, even in its loftiest moods.

As his genius expanded, and his name became more MEMOIR OF THE POET SCHILLER.

and more known, Schiller began to long for a wider sphere

of action. He accordingly removed first to Leipzig, and SCHILLER was born in the year 1759, at Marbach, a afterwards to Dresden, where he completed his tragedy small town of Wurtemberg. His father had been a sur- of “ Don Carlos," on which he had been engaged for some geon in the Bavarian army; but at the time of Schiller's time, and gave it to the world in 1786. This is the first birth, was employed by the Duke of Wurtemberg to sue of his plays that bears the stamp of full maturity, and perintend the laying out of various extensive pleasure may safely take its place among the finest compositions of grounds. His mother was a baker's daughter, and nei- a similar pature. It is as much superior to the “ Filippo" ther of his parents seem to have been in any way remark- of Alfieri, as the "Othello" of Shakspeare is to the “ Cato"!

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of Addison. It was received with immediate and uni- of watching him on such occasions a thing very easy to versal approbation. Yet, notwithstanding its celebrity, be done from the heights lying opposite his little gardenhe now grew tired of writing for the stage, and for a con- house on the other side of the dell--might see him now siderable number of years turned his thoughts to other speaking aloud, and walking swiftly to and fro in bis subjects. He published a number of smaller pieces, which chamber, then suddenly throwing himself down into his are esteemed by the Germans as forming one of the most chair and writing; and drinking the while, sometimes valuable portions of their miscellaneous poetry. Soon more than once, from the glass standing near him. In afterwards the “ Ghostseer" made its appearance, a novel winter he was to be found at his desk till four, or eren in two volumes, but of unequal merit.

five o'clock in the morning; in summer, till towards three. Though his studies were thus multifarious, and his pro He then went to bed, from which he seldom rose till nice ductions so voluminous, Schiller did not live as a solitary or ten.” “Wallenstein" was at last produced, a drama recluse or morose bookworm. His manners were frank, in eleven acts, divided into three parts, each of which simple, and unembarrassed, and his dispositions social and may be considered a distinct play. It was the most conciliating. He resided in the midst of a numerous splendid production he had yet published, and was received circle of friends in Dresden, and that circle was greatly accordingly. It was given to the world at the close of enlarged by a visit he paid, in 1787, to Weimar, at that the eighteenth century, and may safely be rated as the time the very Athens of Germany, and subsequently to greatest dramatic work of which that century can boast. Rudolstadt. In the former he became acquainted with Beside it the tragedies of France are cold and insipid; Herder and Wieland, and in the latter with Goethe. and at the time of its appearance, England was enjoying His first interview with Goethe was rather un propitious. the vulgar horrors of the “ Castle Spectre !" “ WallenGoethe was always jealous of his own literary renown, stein" has been very well translated into French by Beliand Schiller was a formidable rival. But by degrees his jamin Constant; and the two last parts still better inte better feelings overcame all others, and a friendship was English by Messrs Coleridge and Moir. formed, which was never interrupted till death put an end Soon after its publication, Schiller removed to Weimar, to it.

where his “ Mary Stuart," his “ Maid of Orleans," his Schiller, meanwhile, was busily engaged in historical “ Bride of Messina," and his “ Wilhelm Tell,” successively researches, and in the following year the first volume of appeared. Of these, the most deservedly popular were his “ History of the Revolt of the United Netherlands" the second and the last. At the first exhibition of the was produced. It is to be regretted that this work was “Maid of Orleans," in Leipzig, Schiller was in the theatre never finished, for it would have ranked as the very best When the curtain dropped, at the end of the first act, of Schiller's prose compositions. Soon after its publica- there arose, on all sides, a shout of Es lebe Friedrid tion he was appointed professor of history in the Univer Schiller ! accompanied by the sound of trumpets and sity of Jena, whither he immediately went; and, in the other military music. At the conclusion of the piece, the February following, married a lady to whom he had been whole assembly left their places, went out, and crowded for some time attached, and with whom he seems to have round the door through which the poet was expected to lived a happy and virtuous life. Hear how he himself come; and no sooner did he show himself, than his ad. expresses it : “ Life is quite a different thing by the side miring spectators, uncovering their heads, made an areou of a beloved wife, than when forsaken and alone. Beauti- for him to pass ; and as he walked along, many held op ful Nature! I now, for the first time, fully enjoy it, live their children, and exclaimed, That is he! This most in it. The world again clothes itself around me in poetic have been a moment worth a life of misery. It was forms; old feelings are again awakening in my breast !” | among the latest of his brilliant hours. In the spring of In his new office he devoted himself with double zeal to 1805, in the forty-fifth year of his age, his old malady ra history; and in 1791 his chief performance in this de turned with more than its original virulence. On the partment of literature appeared the “ History of the 9th of May, it reached a crisis. He became, for some Thirty Years' War.” It has its imperfections, but Ger-hours, delirious; but, towards evening, his senses were many can boast of no other historical work equal to it; restored. Some one enquiring how he felt, he said, and, in saying so, we do not forget Müller. It was in “ Calmer and calmer ;" he soon afterwards sunk into a this year that the first severe fit of sickness overtook him deep sleep, and awoke no more.

H. G. B. he had ever experienced ; and though be overcame it in the present instance, the blessing of entire health never returned to him. His disorder was in the chest, and was

THE DRAMA. probably induced by his severe habits of study; for though tall, he was not robust, and his frame was too weak for | Fanny KEMBLE is a little girl of very considerable ge. the sleepless soul that dwelt within it. He was obliged nius. There is nothing awful, or overwhelming, er to give up his professorship, but a pension was settled on mysterious, or prodigious about her,—nothing to make him of a thousand crowns. As his health partially re- / grave gentlemen of forty gape in stupid wonder.-e / turned he resumed his activity, and was for a while deeply calm, judicious, and hackneyed critics, like ourselves, feel involved in all the mysticism of the Kantean system of our faculties benumbed, and our minds confused, by bei philosophy. He published several treatises upon the sub- unprecedented powers; but there is something about ber ject, but they are now the least remembered of all his which makes it pleasant to see her act, and which give works. Escaping from this vortex, he seems to have good promise of excellence yet to be. As soon as the elprojected the writing of an epic poem, and Frederick the citement and curiosity which have attended her first sea Great of Prussia was to have been his hero; but it was a son in town, and her first provincial tour, have subsided : scheme upon the execution of which he never entered the truth of this sober and rational statement will be His old partiality for the drama returned, and for several come apparent to persons whose inexperience occasioned years he consecrated his brightest hours to the tragedy of their being more easily carried away by the current than “ Wallenstein." His place of study was in a garden in we were. Miss Kemble has now played four of her prio. the suburbs of Jena, where he commonly retired about cipal parts-Juliet, Belvidera, Isabella, and Mrs Becerles sunset; and Doering informs us, that, “ on sitting down -and she has acquitted herself in each in a highly ere to his desk at nights, he was wont to keep some strong ditable and respectable manner. To say that she had, in coffee or chocolate, but more frequently a flask of old any of them, equalled the matured powers of Miss Rhenish or Champagne, standing by him, that he might, O'Neill, or made even a far-off approach to the grandeur from time to time, repair the exhaustion of nature. Often and sublimity of Mrs Siddons, would be flattery of the the neighbours used to hear him earnestly declaiming in grossest description. Yet, let it not be supposed that we the sileuse of the night ; and whoever had an opportunity have any inclination to damn with faint praise. Mis

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100133 Kemble, we are given to understand, is not nineteen ; | And I should wrong the truth, myself, and you, parade and to suppose her, at so early an age, capable of achie. To say that I can ever love again.

-Be ving the highest conquests of the drama, would be to I owe this declaration to myself ; selts Wat? suppose her something more than human. Her person is | But as a proof that I owe all to you, ng himsel be not yet nearly filled up, her voice has not acquired half If, after what I have said, you can resolve ing the way its strength and volume, and her features are still far too To think me worth your love— Where am I going ? 5 standse x girlish for the display of those mightier passions which You cannot think it ; 'tis impossible !" bis dar tur agitate the breast of man or woman. In many instances, The first part of this speech was delivered in a slow soUND DAT, the Miss Kemble shows us more what she wishes to do, than

lemn accent, and as she proceeded, Miss Kemble gradually ich he seller what she does. If this be obvious, even in our small

became more and more embarrassed, partially covering her at last post Theatre, we should think it must have been necessarily

face with her hands to conceal her agitation, but at length liet parte a much more obvious at Covent Garden. But let it be ob

when the full force of the promise she was about to plas. Il served, that Miss Kemble has hitherto played, both there

make flashed upon her, she started up at once to her full kabisbatan and here, under very favourable auspices. If an actor or

height, and with a generous burst of heroic energy, full the world an actress once contrives to excite public interest, the pro

of the deathless love she bore her unforgotten Biron, she lay gfelex miscuous audiences assembled in consequence are ever

turned away from Villeroy, exclaiming, h that ensure ready to take up and applaud the slightest points they nce are con may happen to make, while efforts of a higher description,

“ Where am I going ? ce, Englale made by others who have ceased to attract by their no.

You cannot think it ; 'tis impossible !" ile Spets" velty, are passed over in entire silence. Frequently have | Miss Kemble will perbaps be surprised to hear that we lated into fan we seen pet performers or stars praised to the echo for consider this the finest thing she has yet done in EdinLay morts all traits of acting which indicated no genius whatever, just | burgh. There was no stage trick in it, and it went died Vas. as we have seen some pompous triton in a small literary | rectly home to the feelings of the audience, the more dibilles en coterie throw all the minnows that surrounded him into rectly that the transition was unexpected, but admirably · Naderio convulsions of delighted laughter, with one small shake managed. Wilhelm Tale of his tail. Nothing is more disgusting to a man of com | In the business of the stage, Miss Kemble bas been desert mon discrimination, than to perceive the idiotical man- excellently schooled, and certainly she could have had few be first ebalu ner in which a mob of boobies award their commenda instructors superior to her own father, who walks the while wall tion. There is an immense number of fat, officious, boards more completely like a gentleman than almost any the paie Cockney boobies among a London audience; and, when performer we recollect. We have heard this knowledge inber once Fanny Kemble's wheel was set in motion, these poor of stage business charged to Miss Kemble as a fault, but Condom drivels pushed in their fingers on every spoke, anxious to this is absurd. One might as well accuse a lawyer of an enjoy the good-natured and paltry vanity of aiding in ac- | being too intimately versed in the technicalities of his

celerating its motion. But we men of Edinburgh take profession, which are just as necessary to his success in the credit to ourselves of being a cooler and more saga- it as the highest abilities. Miss Kemble's attitudes and cious race; and, we do not scramble over each other's by-play are, of course, studied to a certain extent, but heads, or break each other's ribs, at the pit door, to see so, we presume, is every thing of nuch merit in this

one whom we are not pretty well assured is worthy the world, at least we scarcely know any thing worth haThib 1 price thus paid for her.

ving that is to be had without study. Miss Kemble is Miss Fanny Kemble's face is not beautiful, her voice | young, and likely to improve. If she does, in any fair he is not musical, her elocution is not perfect, her figure is proportion, she will unquestionably be a great actress ;bis not commanding ;-consequently Miss Kemble is not if she does not, she will at least remain what she is at

calculated to burst upon you, and to command your at-present--a pleasing and elegant one, with here and there
tention, whether you will or not. The next question, Aashes of genius breaking through. She will also enjoy
therefore, comes to be—Is Miss Fanny Kemble calcula the advantage in two or three years, of ceasing to be what
ted to gain upon you? We think she is-Her face, she is now, too young for the great majority of parts she
though not beautiful, is expressive ; her voice, though not plays.
musical, is touching in its lower tones; her elocution, We have not yet seen Miss Kemble in comedy, but she
though not perfect, may be improved ; her figure, though is to appear as Lady Townly this evening, and will next
not commanding, is graceful. We have already said, ' week, we believe, sustain the part of

week, we believe, sustain the part of Beatrice, which she that owing to ber youth, she wants many physical re has not hitherto performed in London. Her abilities VA.

quisites for the delineation of the stormier passions; and we will thus be more completely placed before us, and we

may now add, as explanatory of this, that in every scene shall be able to add, to our present remarks, some others of of rery which requires much energy of action, she is obliged to interest next Saturday, , or event strain her voice and distort her countenance, in order to

Old Cerberus. ber, A. bring out any thing like her own conceptions of the manin stupid aner in which it should be performed. Still, her own -itics, like mon conceptions are often excellent, and though they are

ORIGINAL POETRY. un inds craices sometimes more like a sketch than a finished picture, is semeh they yet show what could be done had the artist the er act, and full command of her own resources. In the calmer

TO JULIANA. be. As gate scenes, where good taste and lady-like feeling are the e attended le chief requisites, Miss Kemble never disappoints. This Couldst thou stand before me now ial tvar, but is a very excellent foundation for any actress to rest upon,

With thy fair and sunny brow, nal stateni!' for it implies the presence of those finer susceptibilities And the chestnut curls that made nesperience as which are at the root of all genius, and without which

Here and there a partial shade, ar bs the center there may be some display of vulgar power, but never

Thou wouldst not be more mine own clared for all of high and genuine talent. As an instance of what we

Than thou art, as thus, alone, milia, and Mobile mean, we would particularly refer to Miss Kemble's no

In the evening's golden hour, each indtion of the manner in which Isabella, overcome by the I summon thee with spell of power, To say that unremitting, warm, and respectful attentions of Villeroy, And, by the magic of my art, red poletni ought at length to yield a half consent to become his

Fold thee, dear one, to my heart, miech to the wife. The words are these :"my pleasures are

Now thy hand is lock'd in mine, be suppose Buried, and cold, in my dead husband's grave;

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Now the silver light I kiss
From thine eye's soft loveliness,
Now my lips impatient seek
The peachy blossoms of thy cheek,
Now still bolder, fonder grown,
Rest in rapture on thine own,
And I hear thy voice the while,
And I cateh thy fitting smile,
Voice as soft as wimpling stream
Smile as sweet as fairy's dream,
Little heed we time or tide,
Or what future hours may hide ;
Grief can never come to us
While we love each other thus,
Change can ne'er the bosom sear,
Evil never enter here;
Closer--closer to my heart,
Ha! why wake I with a start?
Vision! must it still be so ?
Fad'st thou like the airy bow ?
Break I from my reverie,
Nought within my grasp to see
But this little jas'mine flower,
Spell of unsubstantial power,
Though its name be link'd with thine,
And that fancy made thee mine.
Now I know that many a mile
Lies between me and thy smile ;
Other friends are round thee met,
Other hopes before thee set ;
Other eyes are gazing on thee,
Other words of praise have won thee ;-
Now and then, perchance, there may,
When thy memory goes astray,
Rise one passing thought of me,
But it lingers not with thee ;
And on some one at thy side,
Rests the smile that was my pride.

Watch the change of the season

From winter to spring ;
Not the “still voice" of reason

More solace can bring.
If the flowers that we cherish

New blossoms will take;
If the moth that may perish

Again will awake;
If the rainbow's past glory

Revives in the sky
Though it perish before ye,

Oh! why may not I ? Though the willow-trees round

In loneliness wave, And the thorn-chain be bound

On my silent grave; Though men may assemble

To murmur and weep,
Who view, but to tremble,

So awful a sleep;
Yet remember my spirit,

A captive set free,
Will for ever inherit

Its life over thee.

When moonlight is gleaming

O'er turret and tree,
And the night wind is streaming

Away on the sea ;
When meteor lights, sweeping,

Illumine the glade,
And the cypress is weeping

Alone in the shade ;
When the voice of the fountain

In melody springs,
And one bird from a mountain

In solitude sings
Oh, remember that I,

Where man hath not been,
May be hovering nigh,

To bless thee unseen ;--
If the dreams come the lighter

That trouble thy rest,
If the hopes gleam the brighter

That burn in thy breast,
Oh, think by thy pillow

We often may meet,
Though I change like the billow
Which breaks at thy feet.

ALASTOR.

Yet, sweet, if I do thee wrong,
Thus to speak in idle song,
If to doubt that thou canst love,
Where thy judgment doth approve,
If to fear thy passion's blight
Do thy nobler nature slight,
Do not blame me, but forgive,
Since thou know'st I only live
In the hope that thou to me
More than thou ere hast bren, will be.

H, G, B,

TO

When health is declining

Midst sickness and fears, And the heart is repining

In silence and tears; When visions of sorrow

Glide over the brain, And the dawn of the morrow

Is usher'd in pain ;When hope does but linger,

A spectre in gloom, Whose pale chilly finger

Points on to the tomb ; When the past but returns

As dreams that are fled, And the lonely lamp burns

At the foot of the dead Oh, look out in the midnight

With love-searching eye, Though evading thy sight,

will my spirit be nigh!

LINES ON LIFE.

By Lawrence Macdonald.
Call on the viewless winds for woman's sighs,

Caught up by them into the liquid air,
Proclaiming grief to the unconscious skies ;

Call on the earth to make her bosom bare,
To show the ocean in her depth that lies
Of human tears, all shed amid the cries

Of human nature's agonizing pain !
Bare all to view, and, with thy wondering eyes,

Behold the spirit's grief! the heart's big rain!
Then say—why o'er the earth this flood of misery came,
With man's frail bark upon its billows toss'd,

The mast all shivering 'mid life's heavy gale, The rudder gone, life's pointing compass lost,

While mental darkness crowds to fill the sail ! But death, or soon or late, will burst the spell,

And fling the stormy clouds of life away, Revealing to our eyes that heaven or hell

The deeper darkness, or the brighter day, Which Priests proclaim, and Poets twine throughout

their lay!

ship in the London University. His reasons are understood to be the LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

impossibility of realizing the prospects originally held out to the medical pupils.- It is said that a question is likely to arise whether the

Pavilion at Brighton is a royal palace, and as such, the property of PORTRAIT OF THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.--Our readers will learn the Crown; or whether it is the private property of his present Mawith pleasure that Mr Watson Gordon-whose admirable portrait of jesty.-An excellent Panorama of the city of Amsterdam has been Sir Walter Scott we described ten days ago-has now nearly finished recently opened by the indefatiguble Mr Burford.-Lord Grosvenor a painting of a similar size, and of equal excellence, of the Ettrick has opened his splendid gallery of pictures to public view for a short Shepherd. It is by far the most striking and characteristic likeness time.-Dr Paris has sold his History of the Life and Times of Sir existing of the author of the “ Queen's Wake." It has been painted, Humphrey Davy for a thousand guineas.-There has been a great and is to be engraved, expressly for the Literary Journal. It gives falling off lately in many of the periodical publications; and it is difus much pleasure thus to have it in our power to present our readers ficult to discover the cause, unless it be in the want of means, of which with so excellent a likeness of one whose extraordinary genius is every body complains. The Sunday Newspapers have severely felt universally acknowledged, as well in England as in his own country; the depression-some of the oldest have fallen 250 to 500 per week and who, from the commencement of the Literary Journal, has been during the last two or three months. It would seem from this that one of our most valued and constant correspondents. The engra- there is really a diminution of means in the lower and middling ving will be ready in a few weeks, and we shall give our readers due classes to purchase newspapers, for it cannot be said to arise from notice of its appearance.

want of news, since there are as many subjects of excitement now as Among other novelties announced for immediate publication, are there have been during the last twelve months. the following :- The Separation : a novel. By the authoress of

THE CONTRAST. 1st. The Giant Angling. Flirtation. The story of which is reported to be founded upon a

His rod was fashion'd of a sturdy oak, recent extraordinary affair in high life. The Personal Memoirs of

His line a cable, which in storms ne'er broke, Pryce Gordon, Esq. who, it is understood, has seen much of men

His hook he baited with a dragon's tail, and manners, both at home and abroad, during the last half century.

And on a rock he sat and bobb'd for whale. -Wedded Life in the Upper Ranks: a novel. The Oxonians. By the author of the Roué .-Frescatis; or Scenes in Paris.-And, Fo

2d. The Dandy Angling. reign Exclusives in London.

His angle was a peacock's feather, The first number of the Library of General Knowledge, which has

His casting line a midge's tether; been for some time announced by Messrs Colburn and Bentley, on

His hook he baited with mites of cheese, the popular plan of cheap monthly publication, will make its appear.

And he lay in his bed and bobb'd for fleas, ance, we understand, on the first day of next month. The subject Theatrical Gossip.The most recent novelty is Taglioni, a new adopted for the commencement of the undertaking is one of univer. opera-dancer from Paris. Her dancing seems to be considered sal interest to Great Britain-the Life of Lord Byron. The execu above all praise,superior even to that of Brocard, Varennes, Vestion of the task, it appears, has been confided to Mr Galt, who was

tris, or Noblet. She is only to be a short time in London.-Drury the companion of his lordship during one period of his foreign tra

Lane closed for the season on the 11th, and Covent Garden on the vels, and who is reported to be the possessor of such materials as will

15th of this month. It is understood that Miss Paton is now living be found to add considerable novelty to the other attractions which a avowedly with Mr Wood, in which case we should like to know work of this nature, published on the plan in question, must possess. whether the Londoners, by way of example to their wives and daughWe understand that “ The Denounced," by the author of " The

ters, will continue to heap their plaudits upon both the lady and genO'Hara Tales,” will be published in a few days. The work consists | tleman. Kean was treated more severely ; but “kissing goes by fawe are told, of two tales, which describe the severity of those laws

vour."-The affairs of Covent Garden being new reinstated, the prowhich were enacted and enforced during the reign of William and

prietors have intimated their willingness to pay back the loans advanMary against the Catholics. The contentions that were continually

ced at the beginning of the season.-Medame Vestris is now in Dubtaking place between the proscribed papists and the emissaries of the

lin, where she has been playing the appropriate part of Apollo in the government have doubtless afforded good scope for the author's

farce of “ Midas.". The proprietors of the Theatre Royal, Liverpowers. The work is to be dedicated to the Duke of Wellington.

pool, have obtained a conviction against the proprietors of the minor

theatre there, for an infringement of the patent. The penalty for one CHEAP LITERATURE. Among the many proofs of the increasing

night's performances was L.50. Mr Bass of the Caledonian Theatre demand for literary information may be mentioned the sale of the

here should read the case attentively.-Mr Murray has gone, we un. cheap editions of the English Translations of the ancient classic wri.

derstand, to London, and from thence is to proceed to Switzerland, ters. We are informed from good authority that nearly twenty

on account of his health. He has left the affairs of the theatre here thousand volumes have already been sold of Valpy's beautiful pocket

(prospectively speaking) in a very unsettled state. There is no truth edition of the Classical Library, now in the course of publication,

whatever in the report that Miss Noel (now Mrs Dr Bushe) is to and in which have already been given English Translations of De

return to the stage.--Mr Horncastle of the Caledonian Theatre takes mosthenes, Sallust, Xenophon, and Herodotus.

his benefit on Monday, and as he is much the cleverest and most reThe first volume of the History of England, by Sir James Mack.

spectable performer in that establishment, we hope his merits will intosh, will appear on the first of next month.

not go without recompense.-We understand that Mr Alexander is THE JUVENILE LIBRARY.-(From a Correspondent.)-Besides

about to obtain a five-years' lease of the patent of the Theatre Royal one or two other collections of a totally distinct nature, Messrs Col.

Glasgow, burn and Bentley are about to publish that great desideratum, a Juvenile Library, in cheap monthly volumes, with suitable illustra

WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES, tions. The truism, that when the young are removed from their

June 12–18. schools, or studies, with the character of having completed their

SAT. The Slave, & Life in London. education, they are in general deplorably ignorant of almost every

Mon. Romeo and Juliet, 4 Rosina. thing which their immediate intercourse with the world requires they Tues. Venice Preserved, & Brother and Sister, should know, is too notorious to need argument. To simplify infor-1 WED. Isabella, & Raising the Wind. mation-to afford facilities to parents and teachers-to prepare juve

THURS. The Gamester, & Gilderoy.

FBI, Romeo and Juliet, s Teddy the Tller, nile minds for more complicated and extended relations than mere education (even with all its modern improvements) has ever contemplated :-such are the objects of this Library, which is formed to

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. supply a regular succession of volumes that shall be eligible to place

We are glad that F. acknowledges the unfairness of " pressing us in the hands of the young, to guide their steps, to strengthen their

to death with wit," without affording us the means of answering, moral character, and, by the great force of example, to smooth their

which we deem particularly cruel. The packet is perfectly safe, and way to knowledge, and its concomitant, happiness. The conduct of

will remain so.-Our friend at Woolwich will hear from us soon, the work is to be confided to the able Editor of the Literary Gazette,

We have already reviewed the volume he has sent us.-The novel assisted by a large circle of talented friends.

called “ The Writer's Clerk" is the production, we believe, of a per, CHIT-CHAT FROM LONDON.--There appears every probability that

son of the name of Kelly. Not having read the work, we can give a Metropolitan cemetery, on the model of Père la Chaise, will speed

no opinion upon its merits.-"A Letter from Oban" in our next. ily be commenced. A public meeting on the subject was held a few

"A Poet's Feelings," by " W. M." of Glasgow, and " The Pride days ago, which was attended by many noblemen and gentlemen of

o the Glen," by " M." of Arbroath, shall have a place.-" The influence.-The fuss that has been made about the death of M.Kay

Harp of Grief," the Lines by " T. C.," and the Verses from Glas, tbe pugilist is quite ridiculous. Every body knows that boxing is a

gow in praise of Ale, are inadmissible. sport countenanced by the first authorities in England, and a prizefighter takes the chances of death just as a soldier does who receives | the king's pay. The one uses a musket, and the other his own fists, ERRATUM IN OUR LAST.-In the notice of the Illustrations of the and both kill or are killed equally lawfully. It would be the grossest | Waverley Novels-speaking of Lucy Ashton and her father rescued injustice to punish Byrne by what would be nothing less than an ex. from the bull by Ravenswood, the artist's name should be Landseer. post-facto enactment.-Mr Charles Bell has resigned his professor instead of Leslie,

fe in London

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