Come then to our feast, or thou wilt be missing,

Shakspeare's Poems. Valpy's Edition.
Livy. Vol. IV. Family Classical Library.
THE two last volumes of the excellent series
of works published by Mr. Valpy. We are
glad to hear of a residue, and to see the
Prospectus of " Hume's History of England,'
which is to be produced in the same com-
plete manner, and at the same low price,
which have rendered the other two series so
popular.

Memorials of a Tour in Greece.
By R. M. Milnes. London: Moxon.
FROM the few pages of this singular work
which we have as yet had the opportunity of
reading, we can see that it demands more
than the heedless notice which our time and
limits this week allow us. We shall con-
tent ourselves with an extract or two for the

For we have young sea-nymphs whose rose-present, reserving comments and criticisms lips want kissing.".

for a future number.

"An old priest related to me an historical O lame and impotent conclusion! why tradition of the island, which I wish I were were these three last verses allowed to enable to mould into a ballad; but that talent ter such society? We trust that Mr. Miller will read a great deal, and carefully owning an utter want of it. is so rare a one, that there is no shame in correct his verses, for he has in him the spoiling or the making of a poet. Retrospect of the Proceedings in the Prosecution of Rer v. Woolcombe at the Suit of Vice-Admiral Sir Edward Codrington.

rino.

Several facts are established by this cause which should be observed by young naval and inilitary officers, who cannot but bow to an authority so distinguished.

Sir Edward Codrington's advice then to young minds is as follows:

"You may receive private letters which you are at perfect liberty to make public.

"It was at the time when the heart of the people of the good town of Corfu rose up against their Genoese rulers, and chast the oppressors with terror and shame far into the wide sea; and now they were all met to take counsel together, and decide

island knelt behind him; and, the moment the chant began to rise, a fresh wind filled the sails, but did not even sway the flame of the blessed tapers on the altar. Past the island of Vido, and towards St. Salvador, the anxious eyes of the people followed the vessel. When it entered the strait, those who were on board looked intently forward, but no ship, large or small, appeared on the waters, and they sailed on into the open sea. Here, in the dim northern horizon, the forms of two vessels met their sight at the very same moment; and this circumstance placed them in great perplexity, fill the bishop said, 'Let us go forward and meet the ships with bold faith, whatever they be, and proclaim to them that, whichever of the two shall the first take possession of our good town, to that nation shall be given these keys and the dominion of our island.' So be it!' answered all; and how beat their hearts when, as they approacht, on one side the winged lion leapt out of the distance, and on the other gleamed the crescent of the infidel. The steersman turned pale, and, as by instinct, inclned the course of the galley towards its Christian brother; but the holy men remembered the oath that had been made in their hearts, and, putting faith above fear, bade him go straight onward, till they came between the two vessels, which, in wonder at the strange

THE pamphlet before us is almost unfit for into the hands of what other nation they appearance, simultaneously endeavoured to should deliver the sacred trust of their coun- draw near. Here they told their marvelcriticism in the pages of a literary journal, but is curious as a history of the presentry's protection; for there was not one lous bidding, and had hardly ceast when the time, and will be read, no doubt, with much among them who did not feel that only the wind turned directly round, and all three avidity by the admirers of the hero of Nava-shield of a powerful guardian could defend ships in full pomp of sail were borne towards the weakness of their natural position from the town. The Venetian strove gallantly for Mr. Woolcombe was tried because he their old tyrants, and other still more fearful the victory, and at first had rather the adhad been insulted by Sir Edward Codrington, and because he had ventured to ask him for enemies, and at the same time secure them, vantage, but the spirits of the Corfouots by a firm and righteous government, from soon began to faint at the certain conviction the usual satisfaction that a gentleman deems intestine broils. But in the choice of a pro- that the Tark was the faster sailer. As they necessary in such cases. tector the strife ran high, and, as they stood entered the bay she was half her length athere with arms in their hands, and the heat head: as they past Vido she had trebled her of victory still upon them, brothers' blood distance; a stifled cry of despair went up might have been spilt, had not an aged man, from the multitude; there seemed no hope, having advised them of this great danger, heard, and the ball fell in the midst of the of noted wisdom and piety, come forth, and, when the sound of the firing of a cannon was prayed them that, as the manifest strength citadel. Thus,' cried the Venetians, ' thus of God had assisted them to their present we take possession of the gift of the city of delivery, so they would leave the choice of the fittest guardian to Him alone. 'Let the fairest and fastest galley in the harbour be got ready, and let our holy bishops consecrate it to this high purpose with solemn words; and on the deck let there be raised a rich altar, and the keys of our good city be placed upon it; then, while the bishop and his prelates are offering up the holy sacrifice, let the galley stand out to sea, aud go wherever the wind may bear it, and you all remain upon the shore in humble prostration and prayer; and whatever ship it shall please the Lord that our galley first shall meet, let the keys of our city and the dominion of our island be given up to the nation to which that ship belongs. The people with one voice cried out, So let it be!' and it was done as has been said. The bishop put on his purple robes of penitence, and kuelt before the altar in the galley, and all the priests and the greatest aud wisest men of the

"You may accuse a man of prevarication and falsehood, nor is it in the least degree necessary for you to prove your words.

"If the man is restive, reiterate the accusation, and never mind whether it be true or otherwise.

"If the fellow calls you out, prosecute him. The law will teach the poor devil to know the difference between an admiral and an attorney."

This is a noble code of Sir Edward's, from which some pretty conclusions might be drawn. Of course, the judge did not fail to compliment the admiral on his Christian conduct in refusing the challenge, drawing a just and excellent distinction between the man who kills for provocation and him who murders for pay.

The report of this transaction will add another laurel to those which already distinguish the brow of the gallant officer.

Corfou.' We accept the token,' auswered the bishop of the island; that was no human thought; it is Providence that has foiled the infidel.' A shout of joy from the shore was the second answer; and the Turk, seeing that the multitude were rushing armed into their boats, and stricken with shame, made her escape with all haste. And from that hour to this, the power of the crescent, though separated from us but by this little strip of sea, has never prevailed to gain our town of Corfou; for, even when the Turk, many years after, had won fortress after fortress; up to the very town-gates, he was driven back and out of the island by the power of God, the intercession of St. Spiridion, and the arm of great General Schullenberg, whose statue you see on the Esplanade."

It is a noble subject for a ballad, as the author justly remarks, and proves beyond a doubt that people will trust in Providence→→→ just so long as it is convenient.

THE authorship of this piece is ascribed to a gentleman whose name, connexions, and consistent principles, entitle his productions to an attentive perusal. Independently of this, however, the subject of the pamphlet is of so vital and stirring an interest, at the present important crisis, that we gladly seize the occasion, not only of discussing its views and merits, but also of declaring incidentally our own sentiments thereon.

"the compensation for tithes should be a | articles on the classical authors. The various fixed perpetual rent-charge," calculated by essays on Homer's Iliad, which are attributed

their late average value. Who that considers
the fluctuation in the value of money would
consent to a scheme so productive, in all
probability, of future distress to the clergy?
Where would the ministers of religion now
find subsistence, had such a notion been
adopted centuries ago? A fluctuating rent
charge, to be ascertained by the average
value of corn periodically, would be more
consistent with justice, and with this writer's
other views.

to his pen, have obtained for their author a reputation as a scholar and a poet which few writers of the present day can boast of; and it was with the highest pleasure that we saw the continuation of the series, and read the first of these noble papers on the Odyssey, of which many are, we trust, in store. We have no great space for quotation this week, but cannot resist extracting the following exquisite passage on the character of Penelope. "But where is Penelope ? Guess. WalkA comparison, after all, of the variousing with her maids of honour on the beach, systems of church reform, proposed by eyeing the sea for a sail, or blindly listening clerical, as well as lay authors, Dr. Burton, to the idle dash of waves ? Dr. Arnold, and Mr. Townsend, in the one again. Sitting among the rocks, in some No-guess class, Lord Henley, and a host of other fol- small secret glen, where twenty years ago she lowers in the other, satisfies us that, whilst used to take an evening walk with Ulysses? something may be learned from each, not No. Wandering sad and slow in the woods one of their various systems is likely to be once wont to echo to that bunter's horn, adopted by the legislature, or favourably re- while she, fair as Diana, ceived by the country.

may restore

Every consideration conspires to make us To the advantages of a conspicuity of ar- anxious for the result of the approaching rangement, and nervous precision of style, discussions,—and to desire that it the present writer on church reform adds a prosperity to the church of England, and temperate judgment, and a manifest honesty peace and harmony between all classes of the of purpose. The charges of "manifold and community. The church can afford to make glaring abuses," and of "radical defects in some concession of its olden rights, and to the discipline of the Establishment," may modify its institutions, without impairing the alarm many conscientious persons,-nor are strict purity of its views, or the wholesome pains taken to substantiate them to our en-integrity of its discipline. tire satisfaction. For instance: one of the

Rev. W. Trollope. 4to. Pickering. 1834.

gravest and repeated accusations of the work The History of Christ's Hospital. By the
that "the gross misappropriations of the
monastic revenues to favoured laymen has
entailed on the nation an almost intolerable IN these days of dwarfish publications, we
burden for the support of the poor,"-is hail most gladly the appearance of a goodly
assuredly a subject of condolence with the quarto. The volume before us is not calcu-
church, thus deprived of its most delightful lated, either from its subject or its price, to
privileges and influence, rather than of re- command an extensive sale; but it will have
flection upon her institutions or discipline.
a double value to the great numbers who have
But, by way of analysis, we will state that issued from the seat of sound learning here
the objects for which the various orders of historically described; and the philanthropist
the clergy were originally instituted, are de- will trace with delight the majestic advances
clared with acknowledged fidelity, whilst the of one of the proudest of our national cha-
mode in which those objects have been at-rities, from a small beginning to its present
tended to is not unfairly explained, and unrivalled extent and importance.
remedies for the cure of existing evils are
The work is not only admirably illustrated
proposed, if not unexceptionably, with skill by a series of very superior engravings, but it
and originality. The suppression of plurali-is written with great apparent research and
ties, the enforcement of residence in the antiquarian zeal, as well as with an affec-
case of bishops as well as the parochial tionate minuteness of detail to be expected
clergy, the due support of the clergy in places from the author. Older brethren of the cap
where the present provision for them is and girdle will not only trace the faithful
utterly inadequate, and the partial, if not records of things as they were, but will ac-
eventually complete annihilation of cathedral knowledge the vast improvements recently
chapters, are amongst the prominent and adopted in this great establishment, in con-
least questionable remedies.
formity with the advanced state of general
education. We trust that the author's la-
bours will be duly appreciated and rewarded.

The funds required for effecting some material points of this system of church reform are proposed to be raised by a plan too intricate to be explained in this brief notice; but, as coming from a writer who has evidently studied his subject deeply, and who professes to admit the unimpeachable sacredness of church property, we recommend the scheme to the attention of our readers. But we must enter our serious protest, with all history and statistical facts on our side, against the wild and dangerous proposal that

PERIODICALS.

Blackwood-contains but half a dozen articles, the first and last of which are especially interesting. Mr. Sotheby's Odyssey is the subject of the first of these, and a Hindu drama, the Toy-cart, of the last. We all know the admirable poetical feeling, the various learning, the keen and just criticism, which has characterized all Professor Wilson's

'A silvan huntress by his side, Pursued the flying deer?"

Not now. In her chamber weaving that famous web? That artifice has been de

tected, and the shuttle is still. Sunk in hands on embroidery in the listlessness of a stupor there-or aimlessly employing her long despair? Not far off the truth-yet hardly are you Homer. She is in her chamber-but not in stupor nor despairher senses are all wide awake-her ear has into her soul sinks the strain that sings of caught the measure wild of the aged harper

the return of the chiefs on the downfall of Troy! That mournful inspiration is more than she can bear-the music is but an iusupportable memory of her husband—a dirge for the dead. She fears not the face of the Suitors in their feasting-and appears before us in all the tenderness, the affection, and the dignity of a wife, a mother, and a queen.

The Prince the wooers sought, who,
seated, hung

Silent rapture as the minstrel sung,
Sung the chiefs' sad return, when to and fro
By Pallas' will, they sail'd from Troy's o'er-

throw.

While thus he sung, Icarius' daughter heard,
Down stepp'd, and where she moved, atten-
Lone in her upper room, his chanted word:

dant came

Two faithful damsels, on their royal dame.
Onward she went, and nigh the revel throng,
Now hush'd to silence by the minstrel's song,
Beneath her lofty palace porch reclined,
Hid her fair brow the fine-wove veil hehind,
And, as on either side a maiden stood,
Wept, and the bard address'd in mournful
mood:

'Bard, thy sweet touch can temper to the
lyre

All deeds of men or gods that bards inspire.
Sing thou of these, and so enchant the ear,
That e'en these feasters may in silence hear.
But cease that strain which bids my sorrow

flow,

My mother! why displeased?' the Prince rejoin'd,

'Leave to the bard free mastery of his mind. 'Tis not the minstrel, 'tis the will of Jove That breathes the inspiration from aboveThen blame not Phemius, whose recording lay

Mourns their sad fate who steer'd from Troy
their way.

More grateful for the song which all admire
When novelty attunes the awaken'd lyre.
Brace thou thy mind to hear: for not alone
Ulysses strays to Ithaca unknown,

But many a Grecian strews the Trojan plain,
And many a chief ne'er hails his hearth
again.

But thou return, thy household cares resume,
Look to thy maids, the spindle, and the loom :
To men, as fit, discourse with men resign,
And-where I rule-that office chiefly mine.'
'Penelope, astonish'd, back return'd,
Nor his wise counsel negligently spurn'd,
Went with her maids, her loved Ulysses wept,
Till the tired mourner, soothed by Pallas,
slept.'

"Music-poetry-love-grief-comfort
-repose of passion-and to the afflicted
heaven-sent sleep not unvisited-let us hope
-by soothing dreams! The song sung to
the harp did of itself still the souls of the
Suitors for though fit for murders, strata-
gems, and plots-they were high-born men
-and had they fought at Ilium, not a few of
them would have been heroes. A lawless
and despotic life had not wholly quenched
their hereditary fire-and the Ithacenses
were by nature a noble race. Laertes had
been a warrior in his youth-in his prime of
manhood a king. But old age had subdued
the regal spirit-and where and what is he
now? In the palace, 'tis affectingly said,
'he no more resides,

But in his fields afar his misery hides,
With one who serves his board, an aged
dame,

While sore fatigue comes o'er his toil-worn
frame,

When, from slow creeping through his vineyard rows,

The old man seeks his dwelling's still repose.'

Fraser. We have only room for the following charming verses, imitated from Anacreon; and a prose extract.

"When my weary, worn-out eyes,

Closed to seek a willing peace,
And the moon, in midnight skies,

Glitter'd like a shilling-piece-
At my door there came a knock,
O'er my brow a dizziness;
Through the pane I gave a look—
'Holloa! what's your business?'
There I saw a little boy,
Frosty-faced and shivering;
Forty arrows, like a toy,

Bent his back, a quiver in.
'Let me in,' he cried, 'till day-
Lost my road in jogging on;
I have got the means to pay,

their better nature feels how awful good- Henry of Navarre.' His classical sketches ness is,' 'Virtue in her own shape how love-were marked by all the graces of picturesque ly,'-conjugal, maternal, and filial love have reading and perfect knowledge, both poetical their hour of triumph-and on the cheek of and antiquarian, of the characters and old Phemius, bending over his silent harp, costumes introduced; and his criticisms on may be seen the heart-sprung tear." the Italian poets were agreeable, and in the The article on the Hindu Drama is so purest taste. We forget whether it was in curious, that we shall venture, in a future Knight's Quarterly that he published his number, to extract a part of it, for the amuse-translation of the ode of Filicaja; but wherement of those of our readers who have not ever it appeared it was a brilliant composition. the opportunity of seeing the original. In the Edinburgh Review, of the papers attributed to him-aud his style is so peculiar that there cannot be any mistake in the matter-those which we recollect best, and which, we think, attracted most attention, were those on Milton, Johnson, and Walpole. He did not bring to the consideration of Milton's great poems that peculiar species of reading, an abundance of which is absolutely necessary for their due appreciation; and he evidently had not made up his mind as to the political character of his hero; but the article, nevertheless, was a fine one, and shone like a star amid the leaden dulness with which Macvey Napier surrounded it. The article on Dr. Johnson was introduced by some petty cavils about the inaccuracies of Mr. Wilson Croker's dates, in almost all of which-if not in all-Croker, as might be expected, was perfectly right, and the reviewer perfectly wrong; but whether they were right or wrong, nothing could be more paltry. In justice to Macaulay it should be said, that this part of the article was supposed to come from a different hand: and, to speak the truth, we do not suspect him either of the dirt or the drudgery. What followed was in general excellent. The graphic picture of the old doctor and his friends, the observations upon the vicissitudes, the hopes aud fears, the speculations and the disappointments of a literary life, the honourable and generous remarks upon the literary character, the glowing testimony of approbation borne to the great old man, who had so valiantly fought up through all the perils and sorrows of a hostile worldall were in their kind admirable in feeling, spirit, and execution. His last article on the Walpoles is also deserving of the highest praise. The shrewd delineation of that queer and affected, but sharp and clever creature, Horace Walpole, is very fine; and the sketches of his father are vigorous and true. That these papers, and all that Macaulay has ever written in the Edinburgh, (he wrote a far purer style in his boyhood,) are defaced by mannerism and affectation, is only to say that they are written by Macaulay. The style is the man.

Put your board a noggin on.
Men by mercy shew the god-
Don't be stupid, pondering;
If you send me on the road,

I shall die in wandering.'
Enter in,' said I, 'my lad;
Pale, your cheeks with soda vie ;
Here's a fire to make you glad,

Here's a glass of eau de vie.'
To the dying flame he drew,

Wanted warmth remembering;
And his colour backward flew,

As he puffed the ember in.
Then he dried his moisten'd hair,
Then he broach'd a keg or two,
Then he humm'd a merry air,

Danced, and cut a leg or two.
But when he beheld his bow,

All his joints seem'd sinuous;
'Sure,' he cried, 'tis spoilt by snow,'
And he twang'd continuous.
'Lost! oh, lost! unhappy I!

If 'tis hurt, I die for it!
You shall be the bullock's eye,
Never will you sigh for it.'
Ere against I could exclaim,

Fearing some ill luck in it,
At my heart he took an aim,

And his arrow stuck in it.
'That's a hit-my dart is true;
Now,' said he,' away for it!'
Through a window-pane he flew,
And left poor I to pay for it."
Which is as genuine and sparkling a piece

"His wife too had died of love and longings infinite,' and the suitors had long had their sway. Dulichium, Samos, and Zacinthus sent their princes-accomplished men many of them-nor unworthy altogether of a widow's love. Fierce as fire, and as bright, is Antinous-and Eurymachus, with passion not less strong but more controllable, is a chief that might prevail on one less tender and true than Penelope to change the garments of grief for the saffron robe of joy. The devourers of that widow's house were not dancing bears, but leaping leopardsthey knew how to fawn-and hoped to hold of poetry as has every appeared in any Maga-cided failure. His enunciation combines in her with their glittering eyes' till she became | a prey. Descending in stately sorrow the flight of steps leading down to the great hall, in hushed admiration they beheld the Queen. No interruption is attempted of her pathetic address to the Bard-no insult, while she is present, to her Son. Their bad nature is rebuked and abashed by the Matron, stili beautiful in her fidelity to her godlike Lord

zine.

Macaulay.

"In parliament, though the Whigs cried him up, it appears to us that he was a de

itself almost all the defects that ruin an

The other extract gives the character of orator; and the matter of his speeches was neither practical nor poetical. He never "Considering Macaulay as a Magaziner, ventured on meeting the whole of any subhis papers in Knight's Quarterly were inject. You might read column after column general full of talent, knowledge, reading, of his most elaborate orations without being eloquence-everything, in fact, short of ge- able to extract from them a sentence which nius. Some of his songs cling to our memory conveyed a general principle; and when he still: that, for instance, on the victory of came to details, he showered, certainly, with

liberal hand, much historic lore, bearing very amusing articles, and two or three
more or less on the question in debate; but,
with so many exceptions and explanations,
that it was evident he might have quoted it
on the opposite side. It was also impossible
not to believe him insincere-the impression
which he left behind was that of a clever lad
(and we fear Macaulay will never be very
much more,) employed upon a college thesis,
and emptying the contents of his well-filled
note-book in support of the affirmative or
negative, according to the dictate of the im-
poser of the task."

Do not our readers agree with us that this is an excellent estimate of the powers and the character of the man whom John Bull facetiously calls Bab Mac Bahauder?

gazine, which contains other articles, that we

The Tower Hamlets. A new Magazine under the above title, has commenced its

For the rest of the Magazines-Cobbett's, the Sporting, &c., which have tables of contents that must tempt many a reader, they must stand over till next week.

capital engravings. We much admire the
series of costumes which are published in
this Magazine: the portrait for this month,
representing Petrarch's Laura, shews that the
ladies of old times were as pretty in person,
and at least as skilful in dress, as those of WEEKLY CHRONICLE.
the present generation.
SATURDAY.-London is rapidly filling→→
"Hubert de Burgh," by Mrs. Strickland, say the Morning Post and Court Journal,
is a very pleasing story; and the article en-those valuable organs of fashionable life; by
titled "Records of the Grave," curious from which is meant, that some five hundred or
its historical facts, and agreeable from its a thousand personages who live west of
poetic merit. There is likewise a long re- Charing-cross have left, or are about to leave,
view of Struensee, which our readers may their retreats in the country, for the pur-
remember was reviewed some months ago in poses of attending to, the gentlemen-the
the pages of this Journal.
affairs of the nation; and the ladies those of
Almack's London is rapidly filling! How it
makes us laugh to hear the movements of
into such importance; to have it insinuated
the very smallest part of society magnified
that this vast metropolis may shortly be ex-
pected to run over with the supply of mor-
would really imagine that some plague had
tality that is being poured into it. One
driven its inhabitants into the woods and
wilds, from which they were now emerging;
and that "London is rapidly filling," was the
glad note of reassurance and congratulation:
instead of which, the real meaning of it is as
lords and lordlings, ladies, and right honour-
we have stated, that some hundreds of idle
able misses, having conformed to the esta-
blished usages of their clique by withdraw-
ing from the stage of public life, to refill
their coffers by rural retrenchment, and

Monthly Magazine.-The following beautiful lines of Lord Byron's are from this Ma-career with the opening of the new year. Its object is to supply subjects of information, political and literary, for the inhabitants of that borough. It is but justice to state, that the former articles are written with temper

have the inclination, but not the space, to

quote.

NEWSTEAD ABBEY.

In the dome of my sires, as the clear moon-and moderation; and the latter display some promise. As a specimen, we may quote the following stanzas, which possess

beam falls

Through silence and shade o'er its desolate

walls,

great merit :

It shines from afar, like the glories of old,
It gilds, but it warms not-'tis dazzling, but«
cold.

Let the sunbeam be bright for the younger of
days-

'Tis the light that should shine on a rate that decays:

When the stars are on high and the dews on
the ground,

And the long shadow lingers the ruin around.
And the step that o'er-echoes the grey floor

of stone,

Falls sullenly now-for 'tis only my own;
And sunk are the voices that sounded in

mirth,

And empty the goblet, and dreary the hearth.
And vain was each effort to raise and recall
The brightness of old to illumine our hall;
And vain was the hope to avert our decline-
And the fate of my father's has faded to mine.
And theirs was the wealth and the fulness of
fame,

And mine to inherit too haughty a name
And theirs were the times and the triumphs
yore,

And mine to regret, but renew them no more.
And ruin is fix'd on my tower and my wall,
Too hoary to fade, and too massy to fall;
It tells not of Time's or the tempest's decay,
But the wreck of the line that have held it in
sway.

Newstead; Aug. 26, 1814.

Arnold's Magazine of the Fine Arts.— We cannot speak too highly of this excellent and useful periodical, nor praise too much the manner in which it is conducted, or the subjects to which it is devoted. Under the head of "Necrology," we have quoted an article from the present number: there are many others which will amply repay the reader's perusal.

The Ladies' Magazine and Museum. The number for this month contains several

CANZONETTE.

'Tis sweet when in the glowing West
The sun's bright wheels their course are
leaving,

Upon the azure ocean's breast

To watch the dark wave slowly heaving.
And oh at glimpse of early morn,
When holy monks their beads are telling;

'Tis sweet to hear the hunter's horn

From glen to mountain wildly swelling.
And it is sweet, at mid-day hour,

Beneath the forest oak reclining,
To hear the driving tempest pour,

Each sense to fairy dreams resigning.
'Tis sweet, where nodding rocks around
The nightshade dark is wildly wreathing,
To listen to some solemn sound

From harp or lyre divinely breathing.
And sweeter yet the genuine glow

Of youthful friendship's high devotion,
Responsive to the voice of woe,
When heaves the heart with strong emo-

tion.

And youth is sweet with many a joy,

That frolic by in artless measure;
And age is sweet with less alloy,

In tranquil thought and silent pleasure.
For He who gave the life we share,

retouch their cadaverous cheeks with the hues of health, are now about to step from behind the scenes, to lavish the one, and exhaust the other. We confess we see no just cause or impediment why these persons should not be at liberty to exercise their own free wills, and embellish by their presence the town or the country, as they may see fit. To us it is perfectly immaterial whether we are jostled in the streets by a plebeian or an aristocrat of the first water; and we should as much object to be run over by a coroneted carriage as a carrier's cart; therefore, their being in town or out of town in no way conWe only protest against the editors of the "slop-basin," or the "kitchen gleaner," burlesquing the effect of a movement, however simultaneous on their part.

cerns us.

MONDAY. The papers are full of a picture which has been lately discovered at Guildhall, and which represents the Battle

With every charm His gift adorning,
Bade Eve her pearly dewdrops wear,
And dress'd in smiles the blush of Morn-of Agincourt. Gog and Magog themselves

are supposed not to be more ancient than this picture. The fact is, that it was presented to the city by Sir Robert Kerr Porter some twenty years ago, and was painted by that gentleman.

The Wag.-The six caricatures which have been published by the "Wag," are among the drollest efforts of droll Mr. Seymour's pencil. Baker, Mrs. Vining, Miss TUESDAY.-There is a good deal of fan ia Inverarity, and Phillips, are capital carica- Mr. Knight's manifesto, which has had the tures: all the world has seen them in Gus-run of all the Magazines this week, and in tavus, and many will no doubt wish to pre- Mr. Colburn's indignant aud majestic reply. serve the memory of them as they look, and dance, and sing, in that immortal opera. The verses, too, addressed to the characters, are perfectly unique, in a style if not conspicuous for elegance, at least remarkable for strength,

The New Monthly Magazine ventured to state sometime ago that the Penny Magazine was a humbug; to which opinion we humbly beg leave to asseut. The following is the statement in the New Monthly Magazine:

"The honourable gentleman sat down surpass the devotedness of Madeline,-the amidst loud and repeated plaudits." knowledge of human nature, wrought out in We have given here the skeleton of a the sweet character of Elinor, or the manly speech, which an ingenious man may fill up dignity that, if we regard it in a moral at his ease. An observing mind might al-point of view, sheds too purified a halo over most discern the whole oration from the dis- the crimes of the wretched but magnificent position and nature of the plaudits. Thus : murderer!!" "Gentlemen! (1) I rise under feelings of excitement, of which you can have but

Indeed, so haughty was she, that she declared she would wed none but a king, and that, rather than do otherwise, she would retire to a convent, and take the veil. Now Heaven loves not that that should be done from pride which should come from religion and lowliness of spirit, and accordingly it punished this young lady in an awful manner, as you shall hear. The same imperious temper which had turned away so many of her suitors likewise estranged the heart of her parents, and they said that it should happen to her ever as she had said; and that, as she would not marry a mortal man, she should become the spouse of the church; and accordingly she was sent to a convent, where she bitterly bewailed the consequences of her pride, and the loss of the world and its vanities.

A year had passed, and that altar which had received her vows as a novice was now about to accept them as a nun. The bells