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Seeing that for many months the whole mind Bentley pursues his publication of Whig corof England has been fixed upon a single subject respondence, and finds a Cabinet Minister with and therein absorbed; the energy and persever- leisure enough to edit it; nor does he think the ance of Paternoster-Row are astounding. To a time inopportune for commencing a new series common observer, the British public would seem of monthly volumes. Mr. Murray offers a tenth to have neither eyes, ears, nor tongues, for any thousand copies of Layard's account of the Ruins of other purpose than to read, listen to, or repeat old Nineveh, undeterred by the interest involved letters from the Crimea. It appeared probable in the ruins which Layard saw from the mainthat you might as well ask a somnambulist to top of the Agamemnon. The Longmans do not take wine with you, as invite the “ general despair of finding readers for a list, wherein a reader" to settle down to a novel, or compose description of the Chinese Empire stands prohimself to a volume of memoirs. Yet here, on minent. Messrs. Blackwood seek attention for this First of January, 1855, while a red hurri- Miss Strickland, who details the captivity and cane of war is raging, we have as many books death of Mary Stuart. Simpkin and Marshall, upon as many different subjects as if the current Smith and Elder, and Hurst and Blackett, of national affairs ran tranquil as a stream in abate no jot of their usual announcements; and calm summer twilight, when the lazy denizens Sampson Low imports as many American books of the waters indolently watch the flies, and hope for the excitement of a tiny splash.
This activity in production argues an undiThere is a forge in the Crimea, where, day minished continuance of demand. With the by day, new history is made; and the furnace- prospect of a long war before us, it is cheering sparks, and hammer-sounds, dazzle and deafen to know that the arts of peace still exist and the world: yet Mr. Routledge busies himself fourish; and that in the quiet homes of England industriously in multiplying copies of Prescott's the lamp is still lit, the chair still drawn to the histories of things done hundreds of years ago fire-side, and the new book still read with quiet in America and Spain, and in re-producing interest, as regularly as if no despot's ambition Bencroft's narrative of events that our fathers had disturbed the world. seldom cared to remember. Boys are shutting But we must descend from speculations upon up their Virgil and Horace, and are buying the general prospects of literature, to the exaswords and uniforms; yet Mr. Bohn and Mr. minations of particular achievements. We Bogue continue to pour forth translations of commence, as usual, with History. rare classics, reprints of old chronicles, and The best historical book of the quarter is cheap editions of English worthies, as rapidly Mr. Creasy's “ History of Turkey.”
Sir as they did when no one had any incitement to George Larpent's work upon the same country leave his ordinary sphere of occupation. Mr. is also quasi historical in its character. The