It brother. " The night, the hour, the lonely spot, white garbs, and with their fair hair so happy to be able to adduce excellent exam-author; but it is to his credit that, with this simply yet so gracefully disposed; the boys,ples of this principle in the works of Mr. drawback, his verses may still be read with with their open, rosy, yet declined counte-Loudon. His Encyclopædias of Agriculture, considerable pleasure. There are some carenances, and their full locks clustering in Gardening, and of Plants, contained the less lines, which Mr. Bass would do well to vigorous comeliness; they look, under the greatest number of engravings ever given correct. The second stanza may be given as influence of the same feelings, like the chil-with the same quantity of letterpress, but a fair sample of the poem. The dying man, dren of some more ethereal planet-while they are invariably given in elucidation of the actuated by jealousy, has murdered his the offspring of the poor, with their robust text, and thus they become an invaluable figures and homely dresses; with their hair, adjunct to the combined efforts of learning which has had no such sedulous hands, full and talent. of love and leisure, to mould it into shining Mr. Loudon had, in the above works, carried softness; nay, that has, in many instances, the use of embellishments to such an extent, had no tending but that of the frosts and that we supposed it could not be carried far-And used all efforts to forgetwinds, and the midsummer scorching of ther; but the work before us corrects the The scenes and feelings haunt me yet. their daily out-of-door lives; and with coun-mistake in the most agreeable manner. And to escape them have I tried, tenances in which the predominant expres- was said of Shakspeare, that "he exhausted From men-yea, from myself to hide, sions are awe and simple credence: these worlds, and then imagined new;" it may Where I for years have lived alone: In wilds-to mortals hardly known— touch us with equal sympathy for the hard-be said of Mr. Loudon, with great truth, that Companion of the beasts of prey, ships and disadvantages of their lot." he has exhausted the forms of buildings, and In seeming, savage as were they. then imagined new; and his erections are But peace I knew not-none can know marked with the stamp of taste and that True peace except the truly goodfitness to their purpose which do him Reflection only serv'd to show honour. No one who is inclined to study My guilt! distained with guiltless blood! rural architecture, or to erect rural edifices, Remorse pursued me; hence was rest should be without Mr. Loudon's work. At A stranger to my tortured breast. an expense of 31. they may save an architect's bill of 1007.; for Mr. L. enters into the minutest details of all the parts, even to the appropriate furniture. There is only one objection that we have to make to the work, and it is only a slight one; we would have preferred that the whole of the architectural designs had been to a scale. We omit what follows, because we will not disturb the effect of so sweet a picture. We hope soon to meet William Howitt again, and in less furious mood. An Encyclopedia of Cottage, Farm, and A CENTURY Since, our modest forefathers We wish it to be understood that we are not averse to the embellishment of books; on the contrary, we wish merely that they should be adapted to their proper end-the graphic illustration of the text; and we are Mr. Loudon calculates, and very justly, on the popularity of the work, for nothing but such a conviction could warrant the immense expense he has incurred in embellishments. In one single number before us (No. XII.) there are 350 engravings of edifices, architectural decorations, and furniture; and this, with the text, is sold at FIVE SHILLINGS! Had Mr. Loudon proposed to himself to give the best and cheapest work extant, we should say that he had attained his object, and moreover added the wreath of taste to the palm of talent and industry. often thought the nightly blast Yea, that I always beard the wail Exposition of the False Medium and Bar- (Unpublished.) We We will only farther observe, that, as a WE received this book just as we were drawing-book of rural architecture, the work going to publish. To give an opinion of it is the very best that can be put into the is, of course, impossible; but there is no hands of a learner; the designs embrace an reason why we may not give an extract, espeimmense scale, from the most simple forms cially as it seems a singular work. of building to the luxurious exuberance of have no time for deliberation, so we take at fancy which ought to characterise the abode random part of the description of a pubof the wealthy, in which the otium cum dig-lisher's reader, a tribe whom the author nitate can be enjoyed in all its plentitude. hates with all his soul; and he seems a very good hater." The Dying Penitent; or, the Last Confes- 66 A publisher's reader is of the worst order of all bad critics possible. He judges of everything by its faults; which is an ignorant proceeding, even if what he pronounces the faults really were such. He either does not know that there must be chaff in every field of corn, or else he must consider the corn as an illegitimate admixture. To speak definitely, he never looks for any thing but chaff; and in this one instance, he certainly does succeed, for it is the only thing he understands. But he does not understand men of genius, or the public. He understands his employer's true interest just as little. He is thoroughly in the dark as to what is wanted'-what will take'-what will sell. He never has been Ye embodied curses of the mighty dead; rable historical treatise, full of genius and information. There is some truth in a complaint which is made in this article, that the best German works, such as that which is the subject of the review, the "Geschichte des Osmanischen Reiches durch Joseph von Hammer," seldom appear in an English form. right yet upon any fair question of single, unaided opinion. He does not know that the heart of man contains all the first springs of action, and, consequently, that its strong and "Of his private character, as distinguished well-directed emanations must be felt by all from his secret character-which is no secret who give fair play to the nature within them. henceforth-a publisher's reader both sneaks The public commonly do this. He does not and struts through the world. He puffs forth know that mankind are excited more through inflated nothings, and lords it dogmatically this true medium, than by all the verbal logic over the little, always seeking such piddling, "In the older, we fear we must add, the that ever was generated upon any system gin-and-bitter coteries as he can bear down better, days of English literature, a work whatever. He never can know what will and impress with an idea of his knowledge, written in a language so little known to the produce excitement, because there is none in acute judgment, and literary importance. In generality of English readers, and which his own breast. He has not a single pulse of the society of capable men, over their brandy adds so largely to our knowledge of a nation that energy, without which, judgment is punch, he is still as a mouse. If, in despe- which has acted so important a part in the cold, and knowledge is inert.' He straitwaistcoats sensation-which every body un-lion's skin drops from his shoulders in a mo-modern Europe, would have been rendered ration or sheer impudence, he break out, the history of man, and even in the affairs of derstands by instinct and puts on his spec-ment, and he stands confessed! tacles-which the general public do not. He But his accessible to the public by a translation. sees through a false medium: the public see verser; though his wife knows him for a very is paralysed by cheap competition, and the sexagenary aunt holds him a marvellous con- But in these days, when literary enterprize through a true medium. By an apt associa dull man; and the publisher designates him quiet pursuit of letters seems to be deathtion of ideas, he looks upward to the blank his literary friend!' In the streets you struck by the overbearing noise and turbuceiling with spontaneous face, to consider how would take him for a conceited master of a lence of political strife, what writer compeElliot's 'Corn Law Rhymes' came to succeed, day-school, or an insidious private tutor, who tent to the task (and it would require a man now that poetry is not in the least the taste has a plot in the family; a methodist parson, of no ordinary knowledge and acquirements,) of the day! He shakes his head at the learned in unknown tongues,' who has just would consecrate his time and his talents to English Opium Eater, and for the life of him turned informer, or a peripatetic undertaker such ill-requited labour? What bookseller cannot, even now, account for its prodigious seeking for prey; a cadaverous, ill-tempered, will venture to risk an adequate remunerasuccess, except by our reasoning. It was felt surgeon-apothecary, returning from a pro- tion for such a task?" like the first finding of an elixir to renew the tracted labour; or a self-sufficient coal-merdelicious dreams of youth, and all its vague chant, who has been thrice bankrupt. His and portentous imaginations. Several young face is never without a sinister and peculiarly men nearly died of the seductive draught at uncomfortable expression (it will have a very the same period, referring to the book as the peculiar uncomfortable expression when he which a stranger to our society must make instigation. A reader would never have re-next meets his employer, after the appearance are dwelt upon with a harsh spirit, as if commended it for publication*-' so wild, so of this Exposition!) and he always looks as they were of importance. The review of extraordinary, so unheard-of a mass of won- if he expected to be apprehended. His Merivale's "Anthology" is beautiful; and ders, and all told as facts! But with a pre-greatest fear is, that an author should know that on "the Turf," unique. It is violating cedent, he certainly had a partial opinion where he lives. Now, if such a man, though no secret to say that nobody could have about the subsequent Confessions of a rarely seen abroad, and never at home,' be written it but Apperley, the unequalled Glutton;' being aided in his favorable deci- not one of those we have mentioned, we then Nimrod of the Sporting. The "Inferno" of sion by its vulgar inferiority. He would not feel assured he really can be nothing less than Dante, with all its translations, is handled by know, if we suffered him to be asked (how-a publisher's reader! If, however, he chance a scholar deeply read in Italian, and all ever he might fear it) whether this Exposition to pass an author in the streets, on either other literature; and the papers ou would succeed; although it contains the ma-side of the way, he takes an oblique glance Life," and "Coleridge's Poetry," are highly nifest elements of popularity. He is a greater at him, with the felonious look of a rat; but pleasing. The ass who wrote the "Port fool than the writer. A reader believes him if he meet him accidentally in a bookseller's Admiral" is not worthy of the trouble taken self a profoundly wise man, notwithstanding shop, at close quarters, and recognise him to shew that he is a blockhead, in an article his misgivings are fearfully excited upon all for a soldier of the true faith,' he steals the far too good for such a work. We had no personal occasions. He stabs in the abstraction of the dark; he is slain the moment he same oblique glance, with the same expres-notion, until we read this number of the sion, added to that of conscious detection! Quarterly, that Hartley Coleridge was so issues, or is dragged, from his hole. the skulking Saracen fetches his breath, and we shall prove, by quoting one of the sonnets No sooner is the injured Christian gone, than clever a poet. That he is a poet, we think drawing himself up, feels like the justified cited in the review before us. It is to General Sir Burke, of all-rising authors!" Shakspeare, and is worthy of its illustrious theme. "Being now driven to the last corner by fact and force, he takes refuge in hypocritical equity-washes his hands, and looks all humility. We hear him declaring, that 'he never pretended to be infallible; he cannot This is tolerably bitter. As to its justice, be responsible for every thing that happens-we say nothing. Our judgment of the work he only judges for his employers to the best must be reserved for a future number. of his ability.' And bad, indeed, have they found his best. But away with this cant; his grand climacteric is a Commission of Lunacy' against Genius, he finds it so very unlike himself. “On night-black vans, Fate hovers o'er their And human indignation, arm'd at point, Ye venomous powers Taylor and Hessey did not employ a reader. THE PERIODICALS. We admit the truth of this; but what then are we to think of the Family Library ? The critique on Mr. Rush's friendly tour does not please us. The little blunders "Persian "The soul of man is larger than the sky, THE Quarterly Review, just published, is So, in the compass of the single mind, Yet thou wert all the Serene of thought, unhurt by thy own flame." The American Monthly Review, No. XVIII. June 1833. From the specimen before us, we should conclude this to be a very excellent periodical, far superior to any review published in this country forty years ago. It contains fourteen articles, all of them displaying ability. Among them are reviews of Miss Kemble's tragedy, Mrs. Jameson's "Characteristics of Women," and the "Life of Dr. Adam Clarke." The theo logical opinions of this journal appear to be ultra-liberal. One of the most interesting articles is the review of an American work, entitled "Reminiscences of Spain, by Caleb Cushing." From the extracts made by the reviewer, we should be disposed to think this work worthy of being known beyond the country of its author. The following is one of them : "It would appear that Alfonso, whether from despair of maintaining his kingdom against the Moors, or from inability to cope with Charlemagne, or from his unwillingness to raise up heirs to the crown of Leon of his own body, was disposed to purchase peace by acknowledging himself the vassal of Charlemagne. But the love of independence was the darling passion of the Spanish Goths; and Alfonso was obliged to change his policy by the opposition of his nobles, at the head of whom was Bernardo del Carpio. "Bernardo in the front appears; He stills their noisy cries: and then Choosing from out the multitude Some dozen of his gallant men, And thus he speaks: If craven fear Who filled of yore the world with dread : And if you truckle to the Frank, How shall the sounding trump of fame All powers of earth I here defy : Are sworn in solemn league with me: The king, who might not choose but yield, Spain held, and holds her liberty." Cobbett's Magazine this month opens with an interesting paper on the "Dramatic Works of Christopher Marloe." The article under the head "Fine Arts," is a criticism upon critics. But the most able paper in the number is the review of the "Extracts from avoided amounts to an obligation, and the Information received by his Majesty's skulking off at last with a seeming pious, Commissioners as to the Administration and but really blasphemous, vow to God, not to Operation of the Poor-laws, published by injure the suffering party by encouraging Authority." This volume is dissected in a them in the courses which have led them to very masterly manner, and its blunders and such sad extremities! The French have an misrepresentations exposed. The following excellent graphic illustration of this characmay serve as a specimen of the style and ter: a sour miser, on being importuned by a manner. man with two wooden legs and only one "There is a base part of mankind, who, arm, exclaims, Je ne donne rien uur when they are called upon by appeals to their fainéants! (I give nothing to idlers!) Such charity, or are reminded of their duty, is too evidently the feeling under which many answer such by imputing crime to the ob- men condemn the labouring people of Engjects of the charity or duty; charge them land at the present time: they affect to with having brought on themselves the ex- believe that they might avert their want by tremity of which they complain, not being providing against a rainy day,' when the scrupulous at imputing prodigality, impru-fact stares them in the face, that the wages dence, and sloth; charging these crimes with of labour are scarcely adequate to the lathe more earnestness and acrimony in pro-bourers' support." portion as they feel that the duty to be accident omitted. As we are on this account obliged to return to Fraser, we cannot Fraser's Magazine.-AN extract which we intended to make last week, was by an omit noticing the very able review of the Bridgewater Treatises. We have not room to enter into an analysis of it, but must proceed to lighter matter. RHYMING REMONSTRANCE, FROM MILADI MORGAN TO MR. FRASER, On reading the Essay on "The Female Character," in the May Number of REGINA. By omitting th' illustrious name of matchless moi-même Ladi MORGAN; 'Twas such pitiful spite! I could cry; but as tears spoil my face, I must say, sir, It was what I had little deserved, or expected from you, Mr. Fraser. Were I even that mean little monster, th' Abortion (the thought makes me quite ill), That, calling herself "Lady Morgan," usurping my rank and my title, Is shewn at Bartholomew Fair, as a sort of moral monstrosity, No editor ever could use me with more prejudicial callosity. Sir Charles would have ta'en up the matter, my knight-errant stately and steady; La Fayette, what was best to be done? And though his advice I had lief ta'en, Had th' Undying One, Caroline Norton-who's dying, I'm told, with vexation, As for Helen of Troy, she's but Troy-weight to my Avoir-du-Pois in the balance, taking industry and good-humour for their companions, they are bustling through life cheerfully and well. Six laughing children are blooming around them; and I should look on their happiness as complete, had not that hydra-headed monster terming himself (swindler that he is) "necessary expense," lately peeped into their humble home. Like the delusive calm before a storm, the signs and signals of his approach assume the most flattering tints. Thus, slight coral necklaces wind round the hitherto unadorned necks of the tiny bairns; and I can see that the shoes are thinner, and the bonnets trimmer, than they were wont to be. Several mysterious and expensive looking packages have lately arrived per coach; and there is a whisper in the village of a "London governess," and of Allan's bairns being about to get 66 their schooling." The house has rather an expectant air; but I am glad to say Allan has still a happy jest for all the pretty servant-maids in this neighbourhood; and, as long as his rustic raillery is so well applied, I have no fear of "the civil man's" shop being abandoned. Besides, he is so knowing too; and has actually foretold half the weddings ten miles round for these ten years past! With such knowledge in his grasp, surely the children may have coral necklaces if he pleases, aye, and sandal shoes too, or I am much mistaken! Mrs. Allan is a good-looking woman, with an excellent and merry heart, and never fears any thing but colds, coughs, and the small-pox. She laughs at all her husband's jests, and is ready to give a good cup of tea, hot toast, and a whole string of "true physicians' " receipts to any decent body, on application. While the little parlour is still as cosey, the tea as strong, and all et-ceteras as respectable as ever, I can but trust that the necessary Lo Studio. The fourth number of this yet sometimes interesting, race of trades-expense" will give but a single knock at this work maintains its pretensions. It seems people. Tradespeople! it is an awkward tradesman's door. F. M. E. there is a war between Cobbett's Magazine word; yet, perhaps, the sound is not disand Lo Studio. We take it that our place pleasing to the general ear: for it may is, to stand by and see fair play. We were almost be considered a natural sound, an glad to see a somewhat elaborate critique element of our language, a necessary part of upon Mr. Bone's enamels. We recollect, animal being. But a truce to apologies; they several years ago, to have been delighted with are either useless or impertinent. First on a view of them, at the artist's residence, then the list, and facing the lane leading to the either in Newman Street or Berners Street, church, is Allan's clean and respectable we forget which. The subject of the bio-abode, called by country courtesy the graphical sketch in this number is Gains- grocer's. This is the most frequented and borough. useful shop in the village, being well stocked The Comic Magazine has its usual quan- with all articles in the general line." tum of fun. Among the best of the carica- Every thing may be obtained at Allan's, from tures, we may reckon "Contented with his the best fresh butter down to Valentine-paper Lot:" a grinning father surrounded by half- and thimbles. The windows are usually well a-dozen bantlings. "The Heir A-parent:" supplied with gazers; and I do believe, if a young gentleman in a very awkward pre-exhibited at Allan's, there would be somedicament. And "A Slight Acquaintance." thing attractive in the neat blue-and-white The last is excellent, especially in the ex- parcels of "Embden grits," or the conical pression of the countenance. A poetess Sappho was styled-poor thing! good enough for the heathens- Were all very well in their way; but could they write the Wild Irish Girl, sir? If Isabel Bobadil sailed o'er the waves of the Pacific Ocean, I sailed to "the Head," when no "ocean" could be more "pacific" in motion. But I was the friend of Tom Dermody, La Fayette, Moore, and Sam. Rogers. As witness my Book of the Boudoir, that supersedes all female histories. De Staël was, like me, quite a genius transcendant, without the least bit o' lie, But make the amende with good grace, sir, and your fame from the Strand to Stillorgan, ORIGINAL PAPERS, A SKETCH. It has often struck me, when lingering up the High Street of my native village, that were I possessed of the fascinating pen of Miss Mitford, I would describe the simple, LADY MORGAN. half-pounds of 7d. moist sugar. Allan is a OUR OLDEN AUTHORS. THIS eminent poet was one of the glorious And hide me from the heavy wrath of heaven! Now draw up Faustus like a foggy mist Oh! half the hour is past; t'will all be past anon: Curst be the parents that engender'd me. (The clock strikes twelve.) It strikes! it strikes! Now body turn to air, (Thunder. Enter the Devils.) Oh, mercy, heaven! look not so fierce on me! Adders and serpents, let me breathe awhile! Ugly hell, gape not! Come not, Lucifer! I'll burn my books!--Oh, Mephostophiles! [Exeunt. Enter the SCHOLARS. 1st Scho. Come, gentlemen, let us go visit Faustus, FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE. THE wondering reader may fancy that the PARIS; June 5. scene here given was designed in the wilds of America, rather than in this gay city of Paris, but he will see, if he takes the trouble of reading the following article (from the pen of M. Jules Janin,) how the figures above represent three unfortunate Charruas Indians, who have quitted South America to shiver under the cold Parisian sun. "Allons! let us go and see the savages; they are lodged in the Champs Elysées, in one of those half-built houses, those ruins of yesterday, the view of which is sad without being solemn. Here are the heroes of our drama, not taller than the brave Agamemnons and Alexanders of the Theatre Français, but well-built and active, bold cavaliers, and gallant horse-tamers. They are perfidious, idle, revengeful, cruel-cannibals, in fact. In truth, they possess all the qualisome of them; perfect dramatic characters, ties requisite for the modern drama; they can ride, fight, betray, revenge, assassinate, and eat raw flesh; it is true that they don't know a word of French; but what of that? it is all the better for the theatre now-a-days. "When I saw them huddled together in their court, I declare I thought that I was looking at some modern tragedy: these brave savages wore costumes hideous and fanciful; they were all three seated in different solemn attitudes. First, the cacique, with hair uncombed, and fierce and heavy looks; he would have made a capital tyrant for a melo-drama: the next, a lean, livid animal, with a sidelong look, and an indefinable third was gay, careless, and merry enough: smile, reminded me of Cooper's Magna; the and then came the timid and gentle Guynuya. She sate alone in a corner of the court, with her head on her bosom, bending under the weight of her captivity, like a princess of Ilium of old. This woman is truly sublime : it is true she is fickle and faithless, that she loves pleasure and change, that she has not our ideas of conjugal fidelity; but she has more passion and love than all the heroines of our tragedy; and, above all, she has the passion of grief. I was much touched by this woman and her sorrows; her arms are all scarred over with wounds, and each of these wounds is the history of a sorrow. They were inflicted by herself: there is a scar for each friend she has lost; for every child of which she has been deprived there is a finger gone; she has lost two finarm and this woman is not yet eighteen gers, and there are near eighty scars on her years old! "Have you, in all the range of your drama, such an heroine as this? Have you, in all your poetry, so profound a grief as hers? And, for heroes, here is one whose shoulder has been laid open by a hatchet; and who, for the last miserable white Frenchwoman, who blunders through your ballets and your chorusses, would go gladly to the Bois de Boulogne, and defy a dozen gentlemen at once! You call your heroes cruel, and your heroines tender! Here is a hero who poisons his own arrows, and a woman who gashes her arms with a wicked knife with as |