Maybe in Flurtashun, and Matchmacking and and proves beyond a doubt that it is amus-be termed a theatre of infamy, since it has getting off Dorters along with the dolls we aring, moral, and instructive.

a littel cut out, but for Ginuen Fancy and Fun and Fair Play its a mear Green Goos to Goos Green.

Remain Sur,

Your humbel tu command, JACOB GILES. "P. s. Think Vallintins day wood be a Good fixter for next Fancy Fare. Shant say why. Sniff sumthing of the kind goin on amung our hone Gals-Polly as just begd a sack of bran and she dont keap rabits. Pincushins and nothin else. Tother day cum across a large Watchpokit and suspect Mrs. G. is at the Bottom of it. No churnin butter no packin egs no setten Hens and crammin Turkis-All sniping ribbins folding papper sowin up satten and splitting hole trusses of straw. Am blest if its for litterin down Horsis. Dont no how its all to be got to markit at Lonnon, the nine Gals and all 'xcept its by a Pickfurd Van."

"The present little pamphlet, the editor flatters himself, will be found of general utility, no less to the Gentle-man than the Flash-man, the Honest-man and the Rogue, the Yokel and the Downy One; and, in order to substantiate the truth of these apparent contradictions, you have but to peruse the book.

"The title of the book may impress many with an idea that the work must be disgusting to every individual who is not one of the class of beings named in the front page; but we will maintain, that the intention is as strictly moral, and as essential to the unwary and the inexperienced, as any that have lately appeared.

scarcely a bye street or alley where the unprincipled have not a meeting-house."

A sly but biting satire against the assemblies of Owen, Irving, Fontana the St. Simonian, the House of Commons, Westminster Hall, and other public places.

"Cracks" then being thus proved to be premeditated, the "Flash Mirror" goes on to describe the places where Cracksmen congregate; a list, numerous and respectable, is here given. We have only ventured to quote a small part of this hospitable catalogue; but we beg to premise, that the "Snoozing ing Kens," and that the addresses which we Kens" are altogether distinct from the "Boozhave here set down are entirely of houses of the latter description.

by Mother Dobbs, alias The Staller-Of "The Receiving Hole, St. Kitts.—Kept

Dabbs, thrums, a flag, and a kick.

"Those haunts where villany nightly as-Thomas Wentworth, called The Malls "The Piggery, St. Kitts.-Kept by semble are clearly described, so that the in- Man.' Dabbs are let here at low prices, nocent may avoid the snares that are there with the accommodation of having a whiff at laid to entrap them. The sayings, 'doings,' toasts, and manner of dressing of every descrip|a dudee, a pint of swipes, and a chaunt. As for the prints, there are many indiffer-tion of Coves,' are faithfully pourtrayed; ent, many bad, and many excellent : A so that the Greenhorn will be fly' to the sailor, bitten in two by a shark, is asked by chaff and artifices of the Knowing One, and his companion, "How are you?" "Very be enabled to distinguish craft and cunning middling,” replies the unhappy mariner. "A beneath the mask of deception in which it Highland Fling," "Kew Bridge," "The is so often concealed: and, upon the whole, Opening of the Ball," and dozens of others, this pamphlet may be confidently recomfor the examination of which we would beg mended to all classes of society, both as a to refer the reader to the book itself. source of information, amusement, and instruction."

The Flash Mirror; or Kiddy's Cabinet. 12mo. London: Publisher unknown. THE graceful little work which we are here about to notice has filled up a gap in the literature of our country, and has in some measure laid before the world an account of the wants, the feelings, the poetry, and the moral sentiment, of a class, numerous, intelligent, and respectable.

The "Flash Mirror, or Kiddy's Cabinet," then, is peculiarly addressed to that order of persons, whose existence commences in St. Giles's, or Field-lane, is continued in the gloomy halls of Newgate, or on the everrevolving mill-wheel of Coldbath-fields, and is brought to a calm conclusion in the green savannas of Sidney, or else to an abrupt and fearful end on the platforms erected before the Old Bailey by the provisions of a law, wise, comprehensive, and charitable, which, in thus rewarding fallen vice, at the same time strengthens tottering virtue, and which consults the interests of the anatomist, when it punishes the crime of the burglar.

TheKiddy's Cabinet" is addressed to rogues, as Lady Blessington's "Book of Beauty," to lords: it is the happy privilege of the middle class to find instruction in both.

The wise man can draw sermons from stones, as we satisfactorily proved, by the beautiful moral extracted by us last week from the "Book of Beauty." We shall now attempt to extract a moral from the running brooks of poetry and eloquence which gush and glitter through the pages of the "Flash Mirror."

Seven Dials.-Kept by Dabbe, a "The Doss Fakement, White Lion Street, flag, and a kick each. This is what may be called a tidy concern, and every necessary enjoyment may be obtained on the most reasonable terms.

Mr. Bulwer being unluckily out of town, we have not been able to procure a full explanation of the terms employed; but, with regard to the "Doss Fakement," we cannot help observing, that "dabbs, a flag, and a kick each," are quite as much as any moderate mau could desire.

"The Meeting House, Wentworth Street, Whitechapel.-At this place knowing ones of This excellent and conscientious man car-every description nightly assemble, to share ries his scruples too far. What is there in the profits of their honest proceedings." the title of this work which can deter the most moral, or disgust the most delicate? What's in a name?—that which you call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet. The author has called his work, we presume, after the "Mirror," an excellent twopenny publication, remarkable for the beauty of its engravings and the moderation of its price. Suppose that, instead of calling it the "Flash Mirror," he had entitled it the "Flash Athenæum ?"-would there have been any reasonable cause for disgust in such a name? Or, suppose he had puffed his history of Cracksmen, and called it a "Critical and Biographical History of British Crackery during the last Fifty Years:"-had he, we say, advertised this well, and printed it on an extra half-sheet, there is very little doubt that he would have done a national benefit, and obtained two or three more subscribers to his excellent and instructive

work.

Having thus explained his intentions and ideas, the author rushes at once in medias res by a description of

"The principal Snoozing Kens, where Downy Ones nightly congregate, and the Unwary are victimized.'-It is evident that the numerous and daring' cracks' which are daily committed in various parts of London could not be the design of a moment, and it consequently follows, that the perpetrators of such crimes must have their secret hauuts, where they assemble nightly to construct their The elegant editor, in a neat preface, thus nefarious machinations to delude the unsusexplains the origin and intention of his work,pecting and the ignorant. London may well

Wandering from flower to flower, the author of the "Flash Mirror" proceeds from Boozing Kens to Snoozing Kens, but here we cannot unfortunately follow him; he bas acted on the principle adopted in Sparta, and recommended by Pope, that vice, to be hated, needs but to be seen; and has depicted the manners of the Snoozing Kens with much eloquence and fidelity. Passing then these brilliant haunts of dissipation, we arrive at an account of

"Flash Doings; the Art of Bouncing, Cadging, Wheedling, and Gammoning, laid Open.-The reader must be aware that the artifices resorted to by the knowing ones of the metropolis are innumerable: the daily papers afford striking examples of their accomplished' practices; and, did not our limits prevent us, we could give such a picture of the various frauds now prevalent, that would startle every person who might peruse it. We have endeavoured, however, in a condensed form, and in a systematic manner, to give as long a list as possible, and it is to be hoped that the Yokel' may profit by the exposé."

The editor of the "Flash Mirror" gives French phrases with as much grace and propriety as the editor of the Court Journal!

But in this part of the work we have been disappointed: the art of "bouncing" is contained in some dozen examples, not particular as to their skill or ingenuity.

The art of dressing flash, and coming it flash, is next discussed. As the author properly observes,

It will be seen by these specimens that the manner of conversation is not generally complimentary: how different, in this respect, from what is called good society? But is it not better to meet a man with open sarcasm than to deceive him with lying sympathy? We must here close our notice of this in

"The chief art of coming it flash, is interesting volume, and our strictures on this appearing flash; and, as that cannot be done curious race. We had proposed to have folwithout a suitable dress, here are a few rules lowed the subject further, and to have enlaid down, which will answer two purposes, tered somewhat largely into details on their namely, it will enable those who are so in history and their poetry: unfortunately, the clined to look flash, and put those who are specimens of both which are given by the otherwise inclined fly to the individuals they learned editor of the "Flash Mirror," are not wish to avoid. The most prominent class of such as we could conveniently transfer to flash characters are the following: Swell this paper. Mob Men, Buzmen, Margeries, Crackṣmen, Fogle-hunters, Sloggers."

Are these the only flash characters in the world who "come it flash ?" The ingenious writer has drawn his experience from St. Giles's only : in the City and the West End he might have found many further examples. Again: this particular description of the flash costume, in a widely-circulated work like the present, must excite alarm. When a proclamation is issued against an offender, he generally seeks retirement; when a minute description of dress is thus given, the wearer will surely change it for fear of discovery. "Cracksmen dress in the extreme of flash fashion, and may easily be known from any other class of tradesmen by their peculiari

ties. Their coats are of various fashions;

they wear generally three kerchiefs round the neck, of different colours; their hair is arranged in Newgate drops, and a round tile tops their nob. Flash crabs decorate their feet, and knee kicksies adorn their thighs.

"Fogle Hunters tog in a Newmarket cut-off coat, sporting two or three fogles at the outside pockets. A fancy waistcoat with pearl buttons, a round shallow, yellow neck-scrag, with a large fawney embracing it-lace-up mud-rakers.

"Sloggers, or fighting men, ape the dress of the sporting swell, and in every thing resemble them, excepting the flashness of their gait, and the colour of their neck-rag."

Thus are described with much grace and simplicity the habitations and the costumes of a singular and numerous people, who are bound together, not by any ties of religion and relationship, but by a sweet brotherhood of taste a delightful communion of feelings, more beautiful and more binding than the futile institution of laws, or the imperious commands of monarchs.

From the art of flash dressing we proceed to flash sayings of these there are many, such for example as,

"1. Your head and a pound of bacon would be dear at a shilling.

"2. If I had a dog half as ugly as you, I'd scrag him.

"3. 9. Can you slog any? A. No: but I can fib a flummer.

"4. May you have an artichoke some morning about hot-roll time.

"5. I should like to purchase you for a baboon."

The Club; or, a Gray Cap for a Green
Head. By James Puckle, London : 1733.
Reprint: 1834. Tilt.

runs thus:

....

unbridle fear, and make the peasant brave the prince... Augustus seeing one like himself, asked him, in scoff, if his mother was never at Rome. The lad answered, No; but my father was..... Utter nothing that may leave any ingrateful impressions, or give the least umbrage of a spiteful intent..... He whose jests make others afraid of his wit, had need be afraid of their memory..... It is more grievous for a man to be ridiculed, than beaten : contempt pierces to the quick, and revenge stops at nothing; it hardens men into a brutal despising of death, so they may but see their enemies fall in company."

Here, in a few lines, are a dozen good ideas, of which a modern writer would make a volume, or a modern divine a series of ser

mons. Not inferior to this is the descrip

tion of the flatterer:

"Son. A flatterer, with a fleering countenance,seemed to dedicate all his faculties to the

WE have been much pleased with the opinions service of a youth that sat next him, whose
of the quaint old moralist whose name is mien, strength, courage, wit, or estate, were
at the head of this article. The book is in the ever the subjects of his talk, which was al-
form of a dialogue between a father and son, ways full of wondering, interjections, and
and treats of the characters which the latter superlative titles, accompanied with such an
met at a certain club to which he was car-
excess of good words, as people generally use
ried; these characters serving as pegs that design to cover something, or to gain
whereon the author hangs his morals. The admittance under a disguise..... His cun-
style much resembles that of Burton, with- ning consisted much in fanning youth's vanity
out the pedantic quotations of that learned to a flame, by setting him at every turn a
Charles Lamb, in forming his own manner impertinent soever, Wheedle gave an applau-
doctor. We are much mistaken too if talking of himself, to which discourse, how
of writing, has not studied this excellent sive attention, still strowing praises in youth's
book of Master James Puckle. His preface way, and never finding any fault with him,
but for his virtues; as, Dear sir, you are
too good, too just, too honest, &c."
"Father.-Praise makes a wise man modest,
a fool arrogant... But flattery is compounded
of the most sordid hateful qualities incident
to mankind, viz. lying, servility, and trea-
chery..... A pretence of kindness is the uni-
versal stale to all base projects; by it men
are robbed of their fortune, women of their
honour..... This every one knows, and that
a supine credulous facility exposes us to be
at once a prey and a laughing-stock: yet the
heart has no avenue so open to any thing
as flattery, which, like some enchantment,
lays all its guards asleep. He that reviles
me, it may be, calls me a fool; but he that
flatters me, if I take not good heed, will
make me so..... When flattered, remem-
ber the Spanish proverb:

"Diana's Temple at Ephesus being burnt that night Alexander was born, one said, 'It was no wonder, for she was then a gossiping at Pella;' which Tully commends as a witty conceit, and Plutarch condemns as a witless jest. Who then can expect hints of this nature should, like the manna, please every palate? If they help to set youth a thinking-The end is answered."

The work is further prefaced by these four
rhymes:

"Go, little book, and show the fool his face,
The knave his picture, and the sot his case;
Tell to each youth what is, and what's not fit,
And teach, to such as want, sobriety and wit."
An excellent purpose, and well carried into
execution. Now comes the dialogue between
the father and the son, aud the account of
the various persons whom the young man has
seen at the Club.'

Almost the first person mentioned is the
buffoon or wag of the society, of whom, and
of whose calling, the good old father speaks
thus:

"Menca la cola, el can,

No por ti, sino por el pan." "The dog wags his tail, not for thee, but for the bread."

An admirable maxim, which we endeavoured to impress, last week, on my Lord Morpeth; hinting to him, that the readers of the "Book of Beauty" admired, not his verses, but his coronet.

Next follow sentiments and opinions which a hundred authors have used as their own; such, for instance, as the strictures on hypo

"Some use their wits as bravoes wear steelettoes, not for defence, but mischief; or, like Solomon's madman, cast fire-brands, arrows, and death, and say, 'Am not I in sport?'-Few men know when and how to throw out a pleasant word with such regard to modesty and respect, as not to transgress the bounds of wit, good nature, or good breed-crisy: ing.... drolls and buffoons, whilst they think "Hypocrisy is a homage vice pays to virto make sport for others, commonly become tue: it speaks all manner of languages, acts laughing-stocks themselves, to all, but those all parts, even that of impartiality; yet nowho pity them.... Scomms and derision thing is so short-lived as hypocrisy, heavy

Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet |
not dull:

Strong, without rage; without o'erflowing,
full."

Censuring of others for little faults, boast-
ing his own goodness. The unequal beating
of the pulse in matters of piety, which are
hard, strong, and quick in public actions;
weak, soft, and dull in private matters, soon "The scholar and the gentleman were so
liscovers the devil in the shape of an angel perfectly united, no critic could find the least
of light, going to hell by the road of hea- distinction..... The approach of death ter-
en............. It is extreme impudence in private rified him not: he seemed to fear recoiling
persons to censure superiors, who, standing back to childishness, more than to dust.
upon much higher ground, see things in a "Father.-Solomon says, 'He that walks
better light, and act by motives hid from vul- with wise men shall be wise; but a compa-
gar eyes..... But, as in Solomon's time,nion of fools shall be destroyed."
Ievery fool will be meddling.'.... Shun such
This is noble writing: our readers will find
as are ever fly-blowing people's ears, to breed much more of it in this excellent little book.
maggots in their heads, and filth in their
The covering and ornaments of this work
mouths, to bespatter church and state..... are among the most elegant we have seen; it
The duty of obeying is no less of divine ap-is embellished with a number of little vig-
pointment, than the authority of command-nettes, which close the different conversa-
ing..... He that forgets to render tribute to tions, and which are, we think, admirable,
whom tribute, fear to whom fear, ar honor both as specimens of engraving, and proof
to whom honor is due, should do well to re- of the feeling and skill of their designer,
member, princes have long hands, they catch Thurston.
afar off, and their blows are fatal."

The character of a wise man is as beautiful a piece of writing, and as excellent a specimen of the philosophy of good James Puckle, as any we can give:

Songs of the Loire, and other Poems.
London: 1834. Baldwin and Cradock.

BARRY CORNWALL, in his preface to a very
pretty volume of poems, acknowledged that
the time was not propitious for song-writing;
but, added he, "le printemps reviendra."
We, as yet, see no symptoms of this poetical
spring. At least, the author before us gives
no indication of its approach. We regret to
say it, but he has ear neither for rhyme nor
metre. Take the very second song.

"Son.-His countenance was full of mildness
and courtesy, his eyes more smiling than his
mouth; his discourse grave and sober, words
smooth and proper, distinctly uttered, with
due respect to time, place, and person.....
His religion was legible in the innocency of
his life, the exactness of his morals, inte-
grity and truth of his words, and the justice"
and honesty of his conversation........... He ab.
stained from offending, as if none ever par-
doned; yet pardoned, as if he daily offended.
... His passions he made servants to his
reason and religion; and if they rebelled,
first concealed, and then suppressed their
mutiny..... He generally spoke little, saw
others' tempers without discovering his own;
yet, when occasion served, showed his silence
proceeded neither from affectation nor weak-
ness; for, by running back to ages past, and
recovering events out of memory, and then
preventing time in flying forward to future
things, and comparing one with the other,
he would give a verdict, well near prophe-that! Here is a whole ditty:
tical; yet was so free from vanity he could
bear interruption patiently..... Such was
his prudence, and so exact his judgment, as
to discern betwixt pride and greatness, reli-Oh!
gion and superstition, quickness and rash-
ness, government and tyranny, liberty and
licentiousness, subjection and servitude, co-
vetousness and frugality, &c., and give to
every cause its proper actions and effects....
He drank wine, as sick men take physic,
merely for health......... Reason was his rule,
conscience his counsellor, and his actions
were ever contrary to those he found fault
with..... Age rendered him neither morose

Maid of beauty when the night falls!

O'er the land and voiceless sea:
When the curfew tolls-the watch calls—
And all is still-I sing of thee!
And when the waning moon, with meekness
Letteth fall her maiden beam,
My heart and tongue are never speechless;
Such is love, and love's first dream!"
Charming melody! His next aspiration is
original:

"To measure o'er the floor of heaven

nor imperious. His knowledge influenced and tempered his mind with all the huma

nity, goodness, calmness, strength, and sincerity of a sound and unaffected philosopher; and made his conversation so affable, pleasant, and instructive, young and old both delighted and profited in his company.

Its gates and glittering vestibule;
To scan creation's wings-I've striven-
But all in vain-though beautiful!”
Very beautiful indeed and harmonious is

"ELLEN Of Tours.

Sweet Ellen of Tours is my choice;
rather say bid it rejoice,
Why then should my cold heart despair?
Since Ellen complies, it is clear.
I love her as well as my life,

I love her, and would have her my wife,
I love her, for good or for ill;
I love her yes, much better-still!"

state,-that the gentleman loves her much
Is this a compliment to the matrimonial
better than desiring to have her for a wife?
We soon have a song in praise of Nantz,
which is appropriately followed by an address
to a guardian spirit. The whole poem is so
exquisite that it is worthy of being extracted.

"GUARDIAN SPIRIT.
Guardian spirit of the free!

Never, never let us hear
Philip loves not liberty,-

Freedom! or a Spartan bier!

England wears bright beauty's smile;
Čaledonia is our choice;
Erin! thou art without guile;

Cambria! dost thou hear my voice?”
Our poet here must have been somewhat
elevated by the spirit he was eulogizing, for
he forgets in one verse what he says in ano-
ther.
In the second, we are told that
"Iberia wears her crown again,"
which is, we suppose, something very pros-
perous; but in verse 4, we are told Spain,
which used to be the same with Iberia, is
"tottering at the brink." In the third verse,
the poet has so much bemused himself, that
he labours under the delusion of thinking
that Mexico is not in America. "America
and Mexico" sounds just as wisely as if he
had said "England and Northumberland."

We pass by the young knight clad in armour bright, whose noble mien and mantle of green, bespoke him a squire unknown : which is strange enough,-the gentleman who comes from Palestine, "Where the upas-tree surrounds the shrine Of the Pagan infidel band;"

and where he sees Memphis and the Nile; the maid of Anjou courted by a gentleman from proud Albanas isle, which means England,

call!"

has been performed, and to the unlearned,
because they have here, in a convenient com-
pass, and at a small charge, works which
would otherwise, from their scarcity and
price, be almost unattainable to the student

of classical literature.

Why are the French called the sons of the The Shakspeare series too likewise draws sea? We thought that title was claimed to a conclusion: yet another volume, with elsewhere; and, as for King Philip's mild the poems, and the work will be complete. sway, the less that is said about it the bet-It is one of the most beautiful editions which ter. But, just think of such a small-beer have ever been published, and one of the effusion as this, in praise of the colours of most popular, as, no doubt, many hundred France, after the songs of Beranger! It is bookcases in this country can shew. but fair to say that he gives us a poem in Valpy announces a History of England, to be praise of England; and here it is: published in monthly numbers, commencing "ENGLAND! in February next.

England! with thy faults, I love thee:
Be thy frailties all untold;

I must love thee, still must love thee-
Queen of beauty-ancient-old!
Though thine enemies contemn thee;
Though the malcontents despise :
I must love thee, still must love thee→→
Covert friends their hate disguise.
Is the war of crime then over?

Legislators lose their sway;
Now thy traitor sons moreover,
Shun the light of Freedom's day i
Even now I hear glad voices

Long and loud, that emulate
His heart, all royal, which rejoices,

Surrounded though it be, by state!
What were England without freedom?
What but woman without ire?
And a king without a kingdom?
Like a poet without fire!
Wheresoe'er we view thy greatness,
Or on land, or on the main ;
We admire thy bold elateness-
Turn to thee with joy again!
Though thy clime be certain-never ;
With thy faults, I love thee still-
I can ne'er reproach her, never,
Death can't bribe me 'gainst my will! [what
does this mean?]
England! with thy faults, I love thee:
Be thy frailties all untold;

I must love thee, still must love thee-
Queen of beauty-ancient-old !''

With this panegyric on the ancient, old England, and the declaration that death can't kill such a land against his will, we conclude our notice of this work. We have only got as far as page 77. Let those who have more patience wend their weary way as far as page 160, if possible.

The Family Classical Library. No. XLVIII.
Livy. Shakspeare, with Illustrations.
Vol. XIV. London: 1833. Valpy.
We are sorry to see that this excellent series
of publications is drawing to a close. The
volume before us, containing the third vo-
lume of Livy, is the last but one of the collec-
tion.

We do not hesitate to say that the Classical Library has been more beneficial to the public than any of the infinite series of little

THE PERIODICALS.

Mr.

THE Blackwood of this month is a very rich
and brilliant number;-excellent politics, ex-I
cellent romances, and excellent poetry.
From the latter we have taken the liberty of
quoting somewhat largely; and we are sure
that our readers will thank us for doing so.
The following is a song from an admirable
story entitled "The Return of Clanboy."

THE PARTING FROM SLEMISH, OR THE
CON'S FLIGHT TO TYRONE.

I.

"My Owen Bawn's hair is of thread of gold

spun;

Of gold in the shadow, of light in the sun;
All curled in a coolun the bright tresses are-
They make his head radiant with beams like
a star!

II.

My Owen Bawn's mantle is long and is wide,
To wrap me up safe from the storm by his
side:

And I'd rather face snow-drift and winter
wind there,

Than lie among daisies and sunshine else-
where.

They tell me the stranger has given command
That crommeal and coolun shall cease in the

land,

books which have been so fashionable of late.
It presents an epitome of the Greek and
Roman literature, valuable to the learned
for the excellent manner in which the work | And bonnets, instead, of a new fashion worn;

That all our youth's tresses of yellow be
shorn,

X.

There are wild woods and mountains, and
streams deep and clear,

There are loughs in Tir-öen as lovely as here,
There are silver harps ringing in Yellow
Hugh's hall,

And a bower by the forest-side, sweetest
of all!

XI.

We will dwell by the sunshiny skirts of the brake,

Where the sycamore shadows glow deep in the lake;

And the snowy swan stirring the green shadows there,

Afloat on the water, seems floating in air.

XII.

Which, for the benefit of country gentlemen, | Peaceful days, when old Religion, like a silver-spared, from gallantry. It is as it should be, is thus translated by Christopher North:

And the moist narcissus, and the dark-blue violet.

Having-crowned-thyself with these, cease to be vainglorious,

Thou bloomest and ceasest, both thou and the garland.

Hereafter follow versions by Price and Delta; and no less than a dozen by the indefatigable Christopher :

"I send to thee, my Rodoclea, this wreath entwined with flowers,

Which I with mine own hands have newly cull'd among the bowers;

The lily and the rose, and that sweet bud that woos the wind,

With the violet and dew-besprinkled daffodil

combined.

When, then, the chaplet shades thy brow, cast haughty looks away,

For thy beauty, blooming like the flowers, will like the flowers decay.

DELTA.

"This garland of fair flowers, by me
Fondly wreathed, I send to thee,
Rhodoclea!

Lily, and love-cup are there,
Anemone with dewy hair,
Freshest violets dark-blue,
And the moist Narcissus too,
Rhodoclea!

Being crown'd with these-aside
Cast all vain, unmeaning pride,
Rhodoclea!

Cast vainglorious pride away;
Alike the pageants of a day,
Thou dost cease, and so do they-
Rhodoclea!

NATIONAL STANDARD.

Love! a chaplet for thy haire

Have these fingers culled for thee, Violet, and lily faire,

Rosebud and anemone.

Be not lifted up with scorne

By the garland on thy brow, For, tho' blooming when ye're borne, Both must fade, the flowres and thou! And now for the last of the extracts,a melancholy song concerning merry England, wherein the former happy state of that country is depicted, and the present wretched condition thereof most touchingly described.

circling band,

Clasp'd alike round prince and peasant, bound in one

accord the land.

God's own stamp, and in their wearers, loved Reli-
gion-fear'd the law?

Altars spurn'd and thrones insulted, order scoff'd at,

laws defied

Factious subjects, dastard rulers, shifting with the
shifting tide-

Doubtful present,-darker future! Anxious heart

and clouded brow,

These are now thine alter'd features-Mournful
England, such art thou!

with her rhymes. We may safely praise the since the lady has not yet become a nuisance is excellent. "Mephistophiles Politicus" is "Galt Manuscripts ;" and "Sartor Rosartus" not without merit, nor is it particularly clever. The same may be said of the "Fraser Papers."

Arnold's Magazine of the Fine Arts, and Journal of Literature and Science. This is a most valuable work, and most sincerely do we hope that it may not share the fate it so ludicrously announces, of a late rival, Lo Studio. In these times, when we appear to be daily advancing in the scale of intellectual cultivation, it is hard indeed if pages devoted to the Fine Arts be not substan lication is excellent; and we think the mantially encouraged. The object of this pubner in which it is conducted is in perfect keeping with it. We cannot but thank the editor, and we do so most sincerely, for his first paper, "On the Genius of John Martin.” It is an honourable tribute to, in our opinion, immeasurably the greatest master of the day.

Cobbett's Magazine contains some good papers. "The Beauties of the English Libel Law," is one, and deserves to be read. "The Devil's Visit," we most particularly recommend to the perusal of the author of "Mephistophiles Politicus," in Fraser. There are also one or two stories well told. A great merit in this magazine is, that its papers are, without an exception, a readable length.

The Court Magazine.This is decidedly the most elegantly got up Monthly that is published-the paper and type are alike excellent. It continues to possess very considerable talent. The present number is embellished with a portrait of Lady Anstruther, engraved by Parker, from a miniature by Rochard.

think, on comparing it with the one now before us, there would be much to choose. The reviews in this number are extremely good, and its literary matter, altogether, is not likely to be surpassed in any work of a similar nature. We must not omit to mention a very beautiful full-length portrait of Paule, surnamed the Beautiful, after Titian.

The Lady's Magazine is, and must be, a Fraser. This Magazine is without dangerous rival to the last-mentioned pubdoubt one of the very best published-lication; indeed, highly as we spoke of the perhaps, in point of real talent, the first. style of the Court Magazine, we do not But talent, however great, will not always ensure the greatest quantity of amusement to the reader of these periodicals. He must be captious who would complain of Fraser as lacking interest, but he must be somewhat above the common herd of readers who can properly understand and appreciate the pages of Regina. The present number commences with an essay "On the Periods of the Erection of the Theban Temple of Ammon," and discusses the same in such a style as to leave no doubt that "Hermes," its author, is a thorough Dry-as-dust antiquary. "Poets of the Day-Batch the Third," handles, and pretty severely, "Christ Crucified," by the Rev. William Ellis Wall, We shall say no more of this unfortunate gentleman, for, in our last two numbers, we did all the justice that the case requires. "Rhymes and Rhapsodies," by Robert Folkestone Williams, is fairly criticised, and, on the whole, favourably. Miss Agues Strickland's "Demetrius" is

The Sporting Magazine. The present number, for December, is spiritedly written, and, to a sporting man, must be invaluable. But why, in the name of common sense, is it to be disgraced by such trash as the lines "On the Death of Sir Harry Goodricke?" "Clio" may be a very good fellow in the field-but not of poesy. He had much better stick to "Tally-ho!" and fox-hunting. There are no less than four fine engravings in this number: that of Wily, a fox-hound, is altogether perfect, and is alone well worth the price of the Magazine.