I dare say we shall soon have on the water- If so why then thank God I've lost my daughter Carts, horses, waggons, porters with their loads, And arches now cross over streets an' roads. Perhaps the Thames will be Macadamised, And broad wheel waggons roll along like thunder; And if they do-I shouldn't be surprised, wonder. Tom Tug an' I could play a game o' skittlesNow plying hard won't earn enough to pay For bacca, lodgin, washin, and my wittles." 66 Making out a blacksmith to be a great sinner," on account of his forging, picking locks, possessing many vices, hanging belles, &c. &c., is also a tolerable jeu d'esprit; and the concluding trial of Falstaff is a clever finale. But we will finish with a flourish more personal to ourselves, and shew that "Claw me and I'll claw you," is a motto not unworthy of the egotism of periodical literature: thus speaks Falstaff of the Literary Gazette: "Unchanged thy museum, Stanch pillars are the columns of thy journal, Bright as the gas-lights of these modern days, All subjects to dissect, quite liter-ary, We should have been worse than Mohawks not to give so civil a fellow a good word, though, at the same time, truth and justice have compelled us to make use of the cuts direct. injure being British; the laws they outrage, it first met his view, as if a living thing had British also-enough, it seems, to make their returned his look." conduct meritorious in Mr. Cooper's eyes: but We take a portion of one of her encounters: of this more anon. This is a very difficult the Coquette has followed her into a secluded book for quotation; the best scenes are too cove. long;-there is a chase through a dangerous "The wind, which had so long varied, began passage from the harbour of New York, which to be heard in the rigging of the silent briganis splendidly written: we will content ourselves tine, and the two elements exhibited unequivowith a description of the Water Witch herself. cal evidence, in their menacing and fitful co"It has been said that the hull of this cele-lours, of the near approach of the gust. The brated smuggler was low, dark, moulded with young sailor, with an absorbing interest, turned exquisite art, and so justly balanced as to ride his eyes on his ship. The yards were on the upon its element like a sea-fowl. For a little caps, the bellying canvass was fluttering far to distance above the water it shewed a blue that leeward, and twenty or thirty human forms on vied with the colour of the deep ocean, the use each spar, shewed that the nimble-fingered topof copper being then unknown, while the more men were gathering in, and knotting the sails superior parts were of a jet-black, delicately down to a close reef. Give way, men, for relieved by two lines, of a straw-colour, that your lives!' cried the excited Ludlow. A sinwere drawn, with mathematical accuracy, pa-gle dash of the oars was heard, and the yawl rallel to the plane of her upper works, and was already twenty feet from the mysterious consequently converging slightly towards the image. Then followed a desperate struggle to sea beneath her counter. Glossy hammock-regain the cruiser, ere the gust should strike cloths concealed the persons of those who were her. The sullen murmur of the wind, rushing on the deck, while the close bulwarks gave the through the rigging of the ship, was audible brigantine the air of a vessel equipped for war. some time before they reached her side, and Still the eye of Ludlow ran curiously along the the struggles between the fabric and the elewhole extent of the two straw-coloured lines, ments were at moments so evident, as to cause seeking in vain some evidence of the weight the young commander to fear he would be too and force of her armament. If she had ports late. The foot of Ludlow touched the deck of at all, they were so ingeniously concealed as to the Coquette at the instant the weight of the escape the keenest of his glances. Par-squall fell upon her sails. He no longer thought taking of the double character of brig and of any interest but that of the moment; for, schooner the sails and spars of the forward with all the feelings of a seaman, his mind was after-mast were of the latter construction shouted the ready officer, in a voice that made mast being of the former, while those of the how full of his ship. Let run every thing!' seamen have given to this class of shipping the itself heard above the roar of the wind. Clue familiar name of Hermaphrodites. But though down, and hand! Away aloft, you top-men! there might be fancied, by this term, some lay out!-furl away! These orders were want of the proportions that constitute seemli-given in rapid succession, and without a trumness, it will be remembered that the departure pet, for the young man could at need speak The Water Witch; or, the Skimmer of the was only from some former rule of art, and loud as the tempest. They were succeeded by Seas: a Tale. By the Author of "the that no violence had been done to those uni- one of those exciting and fearful minutes that Borderers,"" the Prairie," &c. 3 vols. versal and permanent laws which constitute are so familiar to mariners. Each man was 12mo. London, 1830. Colburn and Bent- the charm of nature. The models of glass, intent on his duty, while the elements worked ley. which are seen representing the machinery of their will around him, as madly as if the hand A VERY romantic but interesting narrative, a ship, are not more exact or just in their by which they are ordinarily restrained was for a mystery well kept up, and two or three lines, than were the cordage and spars of this ever removed. The bay was a sheet of foam, exciting scenes written in Mr. Cooper's best brigantine. Not a rope varied from its true while the rushing of the gust resembled the manner, will ensure a wet sail and a flowing direction; not a sail, but it resembled the neat duil rumbling of a thousand chariots. The sheet" to the Water Witch, on the tide of folds of some prudent housewife; not a mast ship yielded to the pressure, until the water public favour. We make it a rule never to or a yard was there, but it rose into the air, or was seen gushing through her lee scuppers; analyse the story of a novel. First, for the stretched its arms, with the most fastidious and her tall line of masts inclined towards the author's sake, to whose conceptions a meagre attention to symmetry. All was airy, fanciful, plane of the bay, as if the end of the yards outline can do no possible justice; secondly, and full of grace, seeming to lend to the fabric were about to dip into the water. But this for the sake of the reader, whose pleasure is a character of unreal lightness and speed. As was no more than the first submission to the diminished in proportion as the dénouement is the boat drew near her side, a change of the shock. The well-moulded fabric recovered its anticipated. But we may give a view into air caused the buoyant bark to turn, like a balance, and struggled through its element, as the labyrinth, without exposing its mysteries. vane, in its current; and as the long and if conscious that there was security only in Among the characters introduced are, a semi-pointed proportions of her head-gear came into motion. Ludlow glanced his eye to leeward. Dutch and American merchant, a very clever view, Ludlow saw beneath the bowsprit an The opening of the cove was favourably situand original sketch; his niece, a self-willed image that might be supposed to make, by ated, and he caught a glimpse of the spars of beauty; and two lovers, one a young gallant means of allegory, some obvious allusions to the brigantine, rocking violently in the squall. captain of the Coquette, the other merely Athel- the character of the vessel. A female form, He spoke to demand if the anchors were clear, stan, from Ivanhoe, turned merchant. The fashioned with the carver's best skill, stood on and then he was heard shouting again from his other prominent figures on the canvass are the projection of the cut-water. The figure station in the weather gang-way- Hard smugglers; and here Mr. Cooper's desire for rested lightly on the ball of one foot, while the a-weather!' The first efforts of the cruiser to the sublime has trenched upon the ridiculous. other was suspended in an easy attitude, re- obey her helm, stripped as she was of canvass, The whole mummery of the Water Witch, a sembling the airy posture of the famous Mer-were laboured and slow. But when her head figure at the head of the ship hence so called, cury of the Bolognese. The drapery was flut-began to fall off, the driving scud was scarce and who gives oracular answers in quotations tering, scanty, and of a light sea-green tint, as swifter than her motion. At that moment the from Shakspeare-carries absurdity to its ex- if it had imbibed a hue from the element be- sluices of the cloud opened, and a torrent of tent. Living in daily fear of the laws they neath. The face was of that dark bronzed rain mingled in the uproar, and added to the break the means and temptation of intoxi- colour which human ingenuity has from time confusion. Nothing was now visible but the cation constantly before them-released from immemorial adopted as the best medium to lines of the falling water, and the sheet of the wholesome discipline of social habit and portray a superhuman expression. The locks white foam through which the ship was glanorder the smuggler's position is one of utter were dishevelled, wild, and rich; the eye full of cing. Here is the land, sir!' bellowed Trymoral debasement. But Mr. Cooper's smug-such a meaning as might be fancied to glitter sail, from a cat-head, where he stood resemglers are gentlemen of equally high principles, in the organs of a sorceress, while a smile so bling some venerable sea-god, dripping with delicate feelings, and refined taste. We believe strangely meaning and malign played about his native element; we are passing it, like a the secret of this lies in the commerce they the mouth, that the young sailor started, when race-horse!' 'See your bowers clear!' shouted A Birth-day Ballad. By Miss Jewsbury. Ere thou hast unfolded quite, Genie- Thou art looking now at the birds, Génie, Be not soon thence beguiled, Thou art building towers of pebbles, Génie-- back the captain. Ready, sir, ready Lud- being an Englishman's mottoes, we must look afterwards. This occurrence seems a favourite, low motioned to the men at the wheel to bring manfully to the main chance. We are none of for there is also a story founded on it in the the ship to the wind; and when her way was your flighty talkers, but a reasoning people; Winter's Wreath. Miss Mitford has a counsufficiently deadened, two ponderous anchors and there is no want of deep thinkers on the try story; and we must say her rural quarry dropped, at another signal, into the water. little island; and therefore, sir, taking all seems pretty well worn out: they are like enThe vast fabric was not checked without a fur-together, why England must stick up for her gravings, so many copies have been taken, that ther and tremendous struggle. When the bows rights!" but a very faint impression remains of the fresh felt the restraint, the ship swung head to wind, We can, however, excuse another nation and original design. There are two Irish stoand fathom after fathom of the enormous ropes finding British supremacy on the seas a very ries, one by Mr. Banim (the "Stolen Sheep"), was extracted by surges so violent as to cause sore subject. A Lord Cornbury is intro- the other by Mrs. S. C. Hall. The history and the hull to quiver to its centre. But the first duced without the slightest connexion with the ballad of Auld Robin Grey are both too well lieutenant and Trysail were no novices in their story, merely to represent an English noble-known to have needed repetition. But we duty, and, in less than a minute, they had man as a depraved and unprincipled scoundrel. close our criticism by a remark on "the New secured the vessel steadily at her anchors. When historical personages are depicted, we Atlantis," a tale very much below Mr. Galt's When this important service was performed, are now accustomed to look for historical accu- powers; and surely the rare and ungrateful officers and crew stood looking at each other, racy; and we see no reason why Queen Anne belief, that a savage is preferable to a cultivated like men who had just made a hazardous and should have a cousin conjured up merely to be state, might be left with the many other sofearful experiment. The view again opened, abused. But we have no space to prolong evi-phisms of Rousseau. We quote the two foland objects on the land became visible, through dence of this invidious spirit. We think Mr.lowing poems; omitting Mr. Kennedy's fine the still falling rain. The change was like Cooper's sneers at a country which he may ballad, as we have already given it elsewhere: that from night to day. Men who had passed thank for all his literary success, are equally their lives on the sea drew long and relieving contemptible and ungrateful. We have only breaths, conscious that the danger was happily one question to ask--If, as he asserts, America passed. As the more pressing interest of their has taken the lead in the march of improveown situation abated, they remembered the ob- ment, what brings him on this side of the ject of their search. All eyes were turned in Atlantic? We quote his own words, and ask, quest of the smuggler; but, by some inexpli- " Under a system, broad, liberal, and just," as cable means, he had disappeared. The Skim-that of America, how does it happen that an mer of the Seas!' and What has become of American author brings out his work with an the brigantine?' were exclamations that the English publisher, and looks to an English discipline of a royal cruiser could not repress. public for fame and profit ?-Let us, for a moThey were repeated by a hundred mouths,ment, contrast this author with his far more while twice as many eyes sought to find the eminent countryman, Washington Irving: the beautiful fabric. All looked in vain. The former all fury, malignity, and abuse-commitspot where the Water Witch had so lately lain ting against England the very offence of which was vacant, and no vestige of her wreck lined Americans complain that English writers are the shores of the cove." guilty against their country: the latter, indulWe have now done with Mr. Cooper in a gent to the faults, and liberal to the virtues, of literary point of view. We except the mystical both countries, amiably joining the wise and nonsense of the "Green Lady" and her quota-patriotic number who cultivate the better feeltions, and give the due praise to a spirited and ings of humanity and international esteem. exciting narrative. And next a few words with the author himself. In an American writer, a predilection for his own land, a wish to uphold her excellence, is not only justifiable-it is commendable but let this be done in good faith, and not by false, malicious, and underhand WE really do think the conclusion of the preattacks on another country. In every page face to this work not a little grandiloquent; Mr. Cooper's hostility to England breaks out: and must confess we are at a loss to discover in her religion, her laws, her loyalty, her national what it is so much superior to its competitors, pride, are incessantly held up for ridicule and as to expect a duration beyond theirs, or to insult. A clergyman is never mentioned but take the lofty tone of the following proud litto be made the subject of some such common-tle phrase:-The Friendship's Offering is to place witticisms as the following, which we "impress the mind, and to assist in forming select from innumerable instances:" I speak the taste, exercising the judgment, and improvas disinterestedly as a parson preaches. ing the heart." And all this is to be done by Your forbearance and charity might adorn a poetry, the major part of which is mediocre, churchman," &c. The following sneer at our and tales which, whether for originality or naval supremacy is put into the mouth of an amusement, are inferior to several of their preEnglish sailor, by whom it is unconsciously decessors. Look to the poetry first: if we uttered :except some very spirited poems by Mr. Ken"The queen is right to make those rogues nedy (a most efficient contributor to this work), lower their flags to her in the narrow seas, and three very splendid ones, evidently Croly's, which are her lawful property, because Eng- there is an utter want of originality—nothing land, being a wealthy island, and Holland no to "haunt the ear and dwell upon the heart.' more than a bit of bog turned up to dry, it is Next for the prose: and, first, we beg to object reasonable that we should have the command in general to that tale-writing principle which afloat. No, sir, though none of your outeriers taking some incident from a volume of hisagainst a man because he has had bad luck in tory or travels, to save the trouble of invena chase with a revenue cutter, I hope I know tion, wire-draws it with descriptions, and then what the natural rights of an Englishman are. sends it as a story to the Annuals - Mr. Mac We must be masters here, Captain Ludlow-Farlane's "Tale of Venice" is the fiftieth-timewill ye, nill ye-and look to the main chances told incident of a lady buried alive, and dug up of trade and manufactures!' I had not again by her lover: considering this is exthought you so accomplished a statesman, Mas- tended to some twenty pages, it must be conter Trysail!' 6 Though a poor man's son, fessed it is made the most of. "Kishna KoCaptain Ludlow, I am a free-born Briton, and mari," a tale of a similar kind, is, however, my education has not been entirely overlooked. much better told. "The Valley of the Shadow I hope I know something of the constitution, of Death" is a fine-sounding name for the old as well as my betters. Justice and honour incident of a man hanged, and brought to life * Friendship's Offering; a Literary Album, and and Co. It may be life's minstrel, Génie, What will thy future fate be, Génie? I am shedding life's leaves fast, Génie- But think betimes of the grave, Génie, The Knight's Song. By W. Motherwell. Why so endearing Are those dark lustrous eyes, Through their silk fringes peering? And more than aught else on earth And 'tis thus that thy fond smile Is that lute-breathing voice Thy deep love for me, Is the herald's bold cheering? Is the fillet of silk That my right arm is wearing? Once it veiled the bright bosom instructor, and watchman; therefore it goes or it might pass away a November evening--so round its charge continually, to see, as it were, it might be enjoyed. But to be appreciated, that all is well; and its constant vigilance is we think the reader ought to be a professed well denoted by always keeping the same side critic, and in the habit of wading through inane towards the earth; that is to say, the face. tomes, numerous as the leaves of the spring, Yet the orbit or conduct of reason, like that of and like them, inasmuch as to-day they put forth, Moses, is so very meek, courteous, and obse- and to-morrow they die. Volumes whose sole quious, that the heart and imagination, like inspiration must have been like that of Pope's Miriam and Aaron, often forget that it is a hero Essays on the Universal Analogy between the Natural and the Spiritual Worlds. Essay I. Section 2. By the Author of " Memoirs of a Deist." 8vo. pp. 357. London, 1830. Hatchard and Son. BISHOP (we forget his name) was wont guide and tutor, and mistake it for an upper "Some demon whisper'd, Visto have a taste;" to observe, that he never could read Butler's servant or steward. They often rebel against and of all tastes, a poetical taste is the oftenest Analogy, a work remarkable for the continuous his authority, and the watchman sometimes mistaken for talent. Critics, therefore, and strength of its reasoning, for more than half an forgetting whose authority he hath,' and critics only, can do full justice to the spirit, the hour at a time, without bringing on a violent wearied by solicitation and opposition, submits deep feeling, the energy, of the present work. headach. In this respect, the present writer weakly to this importunity, and not only re- Yet Mr. Kennedy has his faults-faults, on "universal analogy" has far out-Butlered laxes in vigilance, but is half coaxed, half though, more from without than from within. Butler; for we defy any one (understanding is teased into participation, and, like Comus, sub-He has the thought, the feeling of a true poet; out of the question) to read the book (which it mits to regulate, with his rod of divine propor- but he is a careless and unequal writer, and is our lamentable duty to notice, as a precautions, those irregularities which he ought posi-one who gives us the idea of possessing far tion to the public) for five consecutive minutes, tively to forbid. Hence proceed the storms higher powers than he has yet exerted. Now without suffering from a racking vertigo, and and disorders of the moral system. we do not like the way in which the story of the having their brains bewildered for the rest of Human reason, like the moon, and like the principal poem is told: there is a tone of levity the day. If, after this warning, people will eye, though it is the organ of light, is dark in quite out of keeping with the touching and look into this book, they cannot blame us for itself, and only reflects the light of the know-romantic legend on which it is founded. We having omitted the negative part of our duty, ledge of truth, which it receives from the sun do not like a poet to sing as Cassius smiled. in telling them what they ought not to read, of righteousness, or that which it receives from "As if he mocked himself, and scorned his spirit:" as well as recommending what we think worthy the consideration and light of nature (both hu- a simple and serious narrative ought not to be of their attention. Lest, however, curiosity man and terraqueous) by the medium of mind told with a sneer. We remember this very should predominate over caution, we give a and heart. For the different transparencies of history beautifully given, though in prose, in short specimen, which, we do not doubt, will the eye seem rather to symbolise the imagina-Knight's Quarterly Magazine. Now Mr. Keneffectively allay, if it cannot gratify, such un- tion than reason itself; and, in this view, the nedy would have told it ten times better in pardonable propensities; at the same time, in highly sensible optic nerve, derived directly poetry, for which it seems made, but for what order that the following quotation may not be from the brain (moon), and on which they im- we hold an error, or rather an affectation, in too severe an infliction, we have been particular press their received and transmitted images, judgment. The mould of his mind, and the in giving the most simple and rational passage will be the symbol of reason and conscience. turn of his philosophy, appears to us essentially we could select. Imagination and sentiment form the vehicle, bitter and severe. He is too unbending to be the conductor; but reason and conscience are playful; and his sarcasm has in it more of a the judges, united in one perception. The frown than a smile. We consider Mr. Kendark period of the new moon seems to denote, nedy's love poetry some of the finest that ever first, the state of reason in the infant or child. was written and why? because it is simple, It is there. It is in the system; but the side serious, and intense: our author is too deep which illumines the earth has not yet received a thinker to be a light one he never writes the light of that knowledge. The other side, so well as when he is, or at least seems to be, in on which the sun then acts, is the side of senti- earnest. Our readers will, we trust, excuse ment or feeling. The heat of the spiritual our re-quoting two or three exquisite verses sun, of which its rays are full, enlightens the from the Fitful Fancies, as an illustration of infant reason of man by the sentiment of love, our meaning, and how this story might have and, more generally speaking, by consciousness. been treated. Hence the sphere of human reason is divided into these two hemispheres, and its action on us is imperfect, unless it has the testimony of the heat or sensibility of conscience, as well as the light of demonstration." Our readers are not perhaps aware by whom the longitude may be discovered: the difficulty is here solved. "The moon's inhabitants on the side next the earth, may as easily find the longitude of their places, as we can find the latitude of ours.' "As the moon is so very important a personification in my allegorical sketches, that is to say, the supposed type of human reason and conscience, or the head of the earth and waters, it would be an unpardonable neglect and omis. sion not to consider the outline of her or his analogies, as briefly touched on by Mr. Ferguson in his general view of the solar system. I have already observed, that the moon in the above view is female with respect to the sun, but male with respect to the earth; for St. Paul says, 1st of Corinthians, I would have you to know, that the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man; and the head of Christ is God.' Mr. Ferguson says, chap. ii. p. 21-23, &c. She turns round her axis exactly in the time that she goes round the earth, which is the reason of her keeping always the same side towards us, and that her day and night, taken together, is as long as our lunar month. That is to say, human reason is, or should be, in its conduct with respect to the rest of the human system, as our Lord was with his disciples, viz. He that is greatest among you let him be as the younger; and he Our review necessarily resolves itself into that is chief, as he that doth serve. For whe- the question, Is or is not this man a lunatic? ther is greater, he that doth sit at meat, or he Sophocles, when accused by his sons of being that serveth? But I am among you as he that incapable of managing his own affairs, procured serveth.' Luke xxii. Thus the moon, though a verdict in his favour by reading before his superior in the system, is a satellite or attend-judges a tragedy he had just composed: how ant on the earth, and goes round it continually, far the present work might go to secure for its as the earth goes round the sun. But though author a contrary decision, we leave to the the action is similar in both cases, yet with respect to the intention of the action, it is inversely similar. For the earth goes round the sun to be enlightened, and vivified, and regulated by it; but the moon goes round the earth to enlighten, and perhaps to vivity, indirectly, but certainly to influence and regulate it in various instances. If this be applied to reason, as it influences the mind and heart, the analogy will be very obvious. Reason, though it is the WE can imagine many a situation in which guide, the governor, and king, is like a friend, this volume will be enjoyed: it might be read, as or tutor, or guardian. It is a husband, an its hero stood, "under a pleasant chestnut tree;" chancellor; before any literary tribunal, it The Arrow and the Rose; with other Poems. "This present time, in crowded halls, I follow, in forgetfulness, And if I list a touching voice, Of all the world so wide; I longed to say a thousand things, My reeling heart grew sick. O days of youth! O days of youth! In after-time, with half the charm Nothing can, we think, exceed the truth, beauty, and simplicity, of the above lines; and Lon-it is thus that the early love of Henry of Na.. varre and the beautiful peasant should have been recorded. Of the shorter poems, we can speak in terms of high praise: there is one called "Thirty Years," equally original and striking-it has already been published, or we should quote it: we proceed to the following spirited strain :— "The Bold Lover. Were bending in prayer. And slept on thy brow, In secret I burned For moment like this, I've no patch of earth; Let the rich call me beggar, The titled a churl My blade is as true as Thou shalt not lack honour, We must find room for "A New-Year Ode." "Thou art gone, Old Year, to thy fathers, In the stormy time of snow, In the endless vaults of Eternity, Thy coffin's last of the row. And some will pledge thy memory, Till eyes and cups run o'er; But never a drop would I waste on thee, Sad cause have I to remember The hour you shewed your face That time the red gold lined my pouch, My credit was in good case; Now my purse is a feather-and credit Is sped of a quick decline, O it breaks my heart when, perforce, I pass I had a dear love and a winsome love, Broad acres were her own, We kiss'd an all-hail! to thy natal morn, I had a friend of the rarest, We welcomed it merrily; Now our hearts are as far asunder As the stars and the rolling sea. When erring maid is shriven! Be thy name no more remembered, For the ill deeds thou hast done, To a friendless, loveless, pennyless man, We conclude with the following poem. I never more shall see thee Except as now I see, In musings of the midnight hour, While fancy revels free! I'll never hear thy welcoming, Nor view thy home, if e'er again land. I have thee full before me- A leafless branch that lately crowned Torn from the pleasant stem it loved, For pledges of affection I'll give thee faded flowers, And thou shalt send me withered leaves For thee, my maiden desolate! The midnight wind is grieving- Doth make it meet to bear to thee We close Mr. Kennedy's pages with present pleasure and future anticipation he is a poet, if thought, feeling, and originality, can make one; and of such a foundation we say, as Hamilton says of the gardens of Florence "And there the laurel grows, that hallow'd tree." his revelations that he is most worthy of credit. In fact, after he left the person of Buonaparte he could not have access to the same springhead, and therefore his intelligence could not be so immaculate as before. We do not, how. ever, (after all we have said in praise of these Memoirs,) mean to impeach their general veracity; only to state the fact, that towards their close there is more of the working of the publishers' laboratory superinduced than there is upon the preceding volumes. Still, to the very end, the work is most valuable and interesting, in spite of the interpolations of the journeymen littérateurs of M. L'Avocat. Before saying good-by to Dr. Memes, we should notice, that his keeping the Duc de Bourbon (Condé) alive, in the Appendix, p. 413, so long after his mysterious, yet notorious death, ought not to have escaped without a memorandum of correction. Chartley; or, the Fatalist. By a Contributor to Blackwood. 3 vols. 12mo. London, 1831. Bull. THE story is improbable and unconnected, the moral decidedly bad, and the dénouement a common-place collection of horrors. If the writer has contributed to Blackwood, now that he stands alone, even Blackwood's name can contribute nothing to him. Old Booty, or the Devil and the Baker: 4 serio-comic Sailor's Tale. By W. T. Moncrieff, Esq.; with six wood-cuts by R. Cruikshank. London, 1830. W. Kidd. WE are a-wearying of these diableries. The legend of Old Booty's ghost in its flight to Strombolo is a good galley-yarn in prose, which Mr. Moncrieff has not improved by paraphrasing into verse in imitation of Scott. The cuts do not possess any novelty of invention; but as the "article" is a very cheap one, a shilling, we suppose it may go with the rest. ARTS AND SCIENCES. [A fortnight ago we briefly noticed the proceedings of this association at their fourth and last public meeting, held at Hamburgh (see L. G., page 657); since which we have been favoured by an intelligent correspondent on the spot with a more particular account of this body, its objects, and proceedings. We subjoin the communica tion, as one of considerable interest, both to the general and scientific reader.] The Iris; a Religious and Literary Offering. Edited by the Rev. Thomas Dale. London, 1831. S. Low; Hurst, Chance, and Co. A VERY inferior production. If we except a "Visit to Beachy Head," by Mr. Chauncey Hare Townsend, and Mrs. S. C. Hall's "Curse of Property," there is nothing else which rises to mediocrity. The first of these is most gracefully written, though the writer, we think, has rather given the hero his own keen and ima- THERE is formed in Germany a general assoginative feelings, than those most likely to be ciation of Naturalists and Therapeutists, for the possessed by a man on the preventive service. interchanging of knowledge, the discussing of We especially dislike such stories as "Nathan speculations, and the stimulating of research. and David," " Mount Moriah," and "Abra- All those who have any pretensions whatever ham." These sacred morals can never be im- to be included under either of the above classes, proved. The narratives of the Scripture are best told in their own simple and energetic language; and may be turned to much better account than being made the staple of wiredrawn stories for an Annual. Constable's Miscellany. Vol. LIX. The third and last volume of Bourrienne's Memoirs of Buonaparte. By Dr. Memes. Edinburgh, Constable and Co.: London, Hurst and Co. DR. MEMES is unlucky in his notice prefixed to this volume, challenging the world for the authenticity of its details, as if they were superior to those in the preceding narrative; whereas it is well known to those most competent to judge, that, high as Bourrienne deservedly stands as furnishing materials for history, it is particularly in the earlier parts of As critics are expected to know every thing, we beg leave to say, we are aware that Hamilton is only the nom de guerre of a clever writer-Mr. John Reynolds. are invited yearly, by some one or other of the German governments, to assemble within its dominions, where they are entertained at great cost. Public sittings are held, lectures and papers are communicated, discoveries are promulgated, and works are conjointly undertaken by various members. Such a union of the learned, promises, at first sight, to work wonders in the furtherance of science. From some yet unexplained cause, however, joint-stockwisdom companies have hitherto uniformly failed to realise the expectations of their projectors: perhaps the fault lies with those who expect too much, and calculate after the manner of the two travellers who, having a journey of ten miles to perform, proposed to lighten the undertaking by each going five. The services which Germany has rendered to science and philosophy are eminent, and have received their full meed of distinction. But her many-titled schoolmen, not content were as follow: LITERARY AND LEarned. with this, would arrogate to themselves a right natural philosophy; and predicated, after the to hold the learned of all other lands cheap, manner of Mr. Brougham, "that, in order to and would have all tongues and all nations estimate thoroughly the pleasures and advanbend the knee of deference before them. Ar- tages to be derived from any particular science, A New Branch of the Cut-and-Dry System ! ! ! rogance is either the stamp of a small mind, it is necessary to become acquainted with that WE have been a good deal amused this week or the assumed robe of impudent empiricism: science." He dwelt on the expanding effect by a little discovery that has come across us, what pretensions, however, the German philo- which the contemplation of our revolving sys- as the silver candlesticks got into the Jew's sophers have to be placed over others may, in tem has upon our grasp of mind; and alluded pocket-by accident. We are not sure whether some degree, be judged of from the report of to the surmises which have been started of our the device may not have been resorted to in the meeting of Natur Forscher, lately held at universe being but a rotating portion of ulte- order to perpetuate copyright by a kind of Hamburg. The public sittings were four in rior systems; and recommended, as a mental secret renewal; but, be that as it may, we number, and the things therein said and done exercise, the following out of these surmises, consider it to be our duty to exhibit the case, and the extending of imagination's scan beyond were it only for an example to other writers. the infinity of space, where no bounds coop the In our No. 709, August 21, we reviewed a daring speculator. This is a choice specimen novel called " The Separation, by the author of of the sort of bewilderment which the German Flirtation," i. e. Lady Charlotte Bury; and we schools take for vastness of idea. It reminds said, truly, that, though the style was of the us only of the fancies of little children, who slip-slop class, the story was lively and amusing. amuse themselves by imagining that their sto-Well, we were fairly imposed upon; and, as machs are inhabited, and that worlds exist in we helped to gull the public, we come now to the atoms of their bread and butter. explain our share of the transaction, which Professor Wilbrand, of Giessen, in a lecture amounted either to the sin of forgetfulness, or of more rational tone, gave himself vast trouble of original ignorance. We did not know, or to prove that the cause of the tides has not had forgotten, that the new novel of SEPARAbeen satisfactorily explained; for which phe-TION was only an old novel with a new name; nomena, he, too, was unable to account. The venerable Dr. Bartels, burgomaster of Hamburgh, assumed the chair, and opened the proceedings by an address, in which he disclaimed the title of naturalist or mediciner, but was happy to welcome his learned guests. He and his fellow-citizens, he said, lived by the sweat of their brows in industrial pursuits; nevertheless, as all science is directed to the advancement of the economy of life, and as they were practical enjoyers of life's good things to a great extent, they were, of course, deeply interested in the success of scientific labours. Some of the illustrious sages present seemed to take this for a bit of wicked wit of the old burgomaster's. Professor Pfaff, of Kiel, produced some preparations from the coffee berry, which he inProfessor Struve, of Dorpat, drew a com- tended to try as a substitute for bark and quiparison between the state of astronomical sci- nine. When his preparations shall have been ence in the countries of Europe, in which he put to the test, their importance can be appreplaced Germany at the top of the list, conferred ciated. This gentleman found much favour the second rank on Russia, and set down France with his hearers, by the humour of his delivery. and England together at the bottom. For the At the third sitting, Dr. Simon, of HamGerman instrument makers, too, he claimed burgh, pronounced a panegyric on the art of the prize. But, as he communicated no new medicine. It was expected that he was about discoveries of the Germans, and failed to point to propose an augmentation of the paltry fees out the errors of the French and English for bestowed on German physicians; but he had rectification, his estimate rests as his dictum.* no practical aim, and was heard with impaProfessor Wendt, of Breslaw, struck upon a tience. The rest of the time was occupied subject of genuine German growth and charac- with matters of business, during which Vienna ter the phenomena of animal magnetism,-in was fixed on as the place of the next year's the miraculous character of which he seemed to meeting. and that, in fact, the three volumes were no other than "SELF-INDULGENCE, a tale of the nineteenth century," in two volumes, published in 1812, by G. R. Clarke, of Edinburgh, and Messrs. Longman and Co., of London!! We have seen a funny kind of mill, into which if you tumbled an old man, he came out ground quite young; but this is the first time we knew of such a machine for grinding old books into new! It can be done, however; as a comparison of these two publications will demonstrate. The whole story is identical in both from page 88, Vol. I. in Self-Indulgence, and page 121, Vol. I. of The Separation, to the end: the names carefully rechristened, a slight change of words here and there, and the introduction of a few dialogues to spin the work out to the necessary length, as to price, are all the difference! We presume Self-Indulgence to be an anonymous production of Lady Charlotte Bury, when Lady Charlotte Campbell; but even with this allowance, can there be any excuse for palming the same thing upon the public, at the distance of eighteen years, as an entirely new novel? For our parts we consider it most disingenuous and discreditable; and, for the publisher's sake, we trust to have a letter from him for our next Gazette, disavowing any cognizance of the trick, and stating what sum he may have paid for the old-new rifacimento of Self-In dulgence. What adds to our dislike of this be a devout believer, being unable to render At the fourth and last sitting, Dr. Stierling any physiological explication of them. Fearful read an animated essay on the retributive was the interest with which his gaping-mouthed powers of justice. He justified the introducauditory listened to his details. He told of in- tion of such a subject by quoting from Desdividuals who, under the magnetic influence, cartes, that many of the moral phenomena received the gift of tongues, of prophecy, and received light from being treated in a medical of divination; of patients who gave an oracular view. His aim was to abolish the vindictive, diagnosis of their malady, foretold its issue, and and substitute the penitential system with criprescribed remedies; and of persons who were minals. enabled to decipher sealed manuscripts with Dr. Stinzing, of Altona, read the details of their fingers and toes. He told also of mag- a plan for publishing a great physiological netisers who, in attempting the process of ma- work, in periodical parts, under the joint dinipulation on too robust subjects, had them-rection of their most eminent members. The selves become charged with the magnetic fluid, matter remains for consideration. and had fallen victims to their experiments. It A proposal was made to petition the King of would take up much space to enumerate all the England and the East India Company for excases, said to be thoroughly well attested, which tension of furlough to Dr. Wallich, of Calcutta, he recounted: they were, however, sufficient to in order to enable him to complete his Flora excite a strong curiosity to investigate some of Indiensis. We should have thought it better these singular instances of delusion or impos- to address themselves to one party only, lest ture. The professor, in the course of his his majesty of St. James's and their majesties remarks, admitted that the magnetic influence of Leadenhall Street should not be unanimous part of the curious phenomena of memory (at least with was strongest on persons of imbecile mind; in the matter. The usual thanks-voting fol-ters which pass rapidly through the mind, the impressions and was of opinion that the renowned seeress lowed, and the philosophers dispersed. of Revorst had been plunged into irreclaimable A fuller account than our summary presents insanity by its operation. He concluded by would only exhibit more conspicuously the futiwarning people against dabbling in riddles and lity of the paraded doings of these wise men of affairs of death, by practices which are at least the world. We do not mean to say that there a tempting of the Almighty, and a trifling with is more fee-faw-fumming at their sittings than human life. at the sittings of Academies and Royal Societies, The second sitting was opened by State- but we affirm that there is no less. The Gercounsellor Derstedt, of Copenhagen, who en- man philosophers get the meed of praise freely tered upon the application of mathematics in accorded to them where it is really due; but, We met Professor Struve at Sir James South's, only with all our respect for them, we must tell * We often find memory, we must confess, a fond deceiver; and our having forgotten a sonnet of Shakes peare's once, has furnished food for some of our pleasant contemporaries to rail at us ever since. If they knew all, they might change their subject: we were on one occa the best thing in the world, perfectly unaware that we sion, for instance, inveigled into praising an epigram as had ourselves written it some years before. But it is us), that, owing to the multiplicity and variety of mat ness. are so faint, that they are immediately lost in obliviouswhat appeared in the Literary Gazette a fortnight ago; If our lives depended upon it, we could not tell it has been, by the mere act of being printed, discharged from our memory.--Ed. L. G. We are convinced that Mr. Colburn must have been unconscious of the trick; for we find the following preparatory announcement (which also ran the usual course of the newspapers) in the New Monthly Magazine for August, which is also his publication, and which could not have sanctioned the utterance of such a paragraph had he been aware of the truth : entitled The Separation, namely, that the story is con"The report which has gone about regarding the work nected with the noble authoress's former tale of Flirtation, is not correct. The present subject is, we understand, one of more than ordinary excitement; its incidents are said to be in themselves strictly true, not merely founded in fact; and the cause of the peculiar interest which it is |