at me, to inform you where I purchased my shawl. This affair is open-worked, and set into a band," which band becoming too ridiculous, and I am surprised you should have taken was obliged to be cut, inasmuch as the princess was any part in it.' extremely fat," while Madame Junot was "particularly "I was sorry for the young person; had she been innocent, such an accusation would have caused her much uneasiness, but not all slender," by which operation of cutting, the princess this irritation; guilt is the cause of anger. I cast a supplicating was enabled to get into the borrowed article "as into a look on Madame de St. Martin; in her place, I should have given up a packing-case:"-all who wish to be enlightened upon hundred shawls. She came to me, and, pressing my hand, said, these, and many other similar points, may gratify their "You are right, this scene must be terminated;' then turning curiosity in this volume, which we now dismiss from our to the young lady, she continued, "You persist, then, in asserting critical consideration. that this shawl is yours?' "The other replied with a bitter smile, and drawing the shawl closer upon her shoulders, as if in bravado. Many persons whom the singularity of the discussion had attracted seemed unwilling to disperse, without seeing the close of the adventure. The Countess proceeded in a loud voice, "If, Madam, this shawl belongs to you, you will perhaps be able to explain why my name, Christine, is embroidered in red silk in the narrow border. Madame Junot will have the goodness to prove the fact.' 6 "The young woman became pale as death; and I shall never forget the distressing look she cast upon me, as, with a trembling hand, she put the shawl into mine; I received it with equal agitation, and sought for the name of Christine, hoping it had been removed; but the increasing paleness of the guilty party shewed that this was improbable, and, accordingly, I found it almost immediately. Madame de St. Martin looked up with an air of triumph, but the distress of the poor girl affected her, and her conduct proved the goodness of her heart. Well,' said she, this is one of those accidents which often happen; I will send you your shawl to-morrow.' Then, turning to the young lady's father, who, having been detained in an adjoining room, joined us at this moment, wondering at his daughter's uncovered shoulders: It is only an exchange of shawls,' said she, as she threw the one she had been wearing round her; you will return it to me to-morrow; we have both been mistaken, that is all. There,' said she, as we returned to the ball-room, 'is a pretty adventure.' "I entreated her, for the sake of the young woman's mother, who was much esteemed in society, to say as little as possible respecting it; and Madame de St. Martin, who behaved admirably throughout, gave me her promise, and kept it. The unavoidable rumour was so slight and vague, that the truth was known only to the Countess, myself, and a few other persons who were present at the explanation." "A pretty adventure" indeed, as Madame de St. Martin very justly called it. We wonder if such things ever happen in this country; if they do, we hope the young ladies concerned do not assert their honesty with a clenched fist. As prevention is better than punishment, we shall enjoin all our female acquaintance, when they indulge in the "mazy dance," to commit their shawls to the care of some trusty dragon, with the of a hawk, and the gripe of a smith's vice. eye We cannot afford any more space to this book; but all persons who wish to learn how Madame Junot was annoyed by the non-arrival of a white crape dress, which she had ordered; how, in consequence, she walked up and down the room," in that state which just precedes tears," attired "in a little cambric petticoat," her "feet in full trim," her "head garlanded with white violets and diamond ears of corn;" how, through an unlucky shower of rain, the purity of the crape was sullied by some infernal "green taffety," with which it unhappily came in contact; how, on another occasion, a certain princess Catharine found herself destitute of the most indispensable part of female dress, whereupon Madame Junot transmitted to the princess half-a-dozen of her own "full-trimmed cambric, with the sleeves 1833. Fraser. Barbadoes, and other Poems. By M. J. Chapman, Esq. London: MR. M. J. CHAPMAN brings one of the most important requisites to his task-a great love of the subject. His poem on Barbadoes is indeed written con amore, and Egr. his prose testimonies are inost encomiastic. "The tillage of Barbadoes has reached the highest perfection. There are not better farmers in the world than the Barbadians."— p. 90. "There are no better mothers and wives than the Barbadian women.”—p. 101. "The island has always been remarkable for the excellence of its physicians."-p. 104. "The laws are well administered."-Ibid. "The nights of the Tropics are beautiful beyond description. Venus looks a lesser moon. The whole world of light seems nearer; and those that are individuated, much larger than they appear in more northern regions. I cannot think the skies of Assyria, or the nights of Babylon, can be preferable to our own."— p. 105. "The festivals of the negroes present a lively picture of the Saturnalia. It will be remembered that the ancients imagined Saturn and his train to have taken refuge in the fortunate or blessed Isles."-p. 106. And so forth. Farmers, ladies, doctors, lawyers, nights, and negroes, are all alike excellent. Mr. Chapman is a thorough Barbadian-a true little Englander in his heart. It is no wonder that he applies to them the beautiful verses of Hesiod, about the happy lives of the heroes in the islands of the blessed, which he has chosen as one of his mottos. We shall quote his exordium, as a specimen of his powers of versification. "Over the waste of waters! to the isles tame lines and defective rhymes. "How beautiful the night! how sweetly fall To the sound of flutes and drums they dancing come: Satins and silks, and hosed legs, they shew; While Bacchus cheers them with his honest mien. "There oft at night, her village-tree before, The rebels met the white-man's power to brave; And from the flames the bright-eyed Clara drew; These must suffice for specimens. Barbadoes, we perceive, enjoys one fortunate privilege which this country cannot claim; there, Mr. Chapman informs us, "The chattering monkey is no longer seen." He is to be found here in every part, from May-fair to Rag-fair. The miscellaneous poems at the end are not particularly good. The "Lover's Lament" is very hard work indeed. Take a sample. "I hear the musical low sobbing sound of waters A moaning sigh, A strange wild cry, And many a foot-print fall of earth's unearthly daughtersWith linked hands they move in graceful choir On earth, in air. I scarcely now respire, The mystic air steals on-now dies-now comes again! While others sing In wondrous unison, obedient to the strain." The following contains some deep discoveries, expressed in appropriate metre. "Look on the flower of the field, In the sweet face of the green? Look upon the stars at night, It is mind that discerns it; It is feeling enjoys it; It is piety learns it; It is love that employs it. By the mind we see the outline The sweet primrose is a shrine- Stars are lights to heaven's portal." Harmonious verse, sad and sage reflections, are here duly combined. But we shall conclude with a more favorable specimen-an African dirge. "O, why should we the dead deplore, Since he has gone to Guinea's shore, For ever there to dwell? Now, underneath the village tree, That dear familiar place, He breathes the air of liberty, Mid his departed race. Why should we mourn for him who lives It is alone the living grieves,- Brother! remember us, as we Brother! we soon shall follow thee Till then, a brief good night!" The "blessed blest" is a queer expression. What would Mr. M. Chapman think of the damned damn'd? Eben Erskine; or, The Traveller. By John Galt, author of "The Ayrshire Legatees," "Lawrie Todd," "Stauley Buxton," &c. &c. 3 vols. London: 1833. Bentley. (Second notice.) WE return to this pleasant book, principally for the purpose of giving our readers an extract of a different character to those in our last number. The versatility of Mr. Galt is no less remarkable than the freshness and What the deuce is the meaning of "the foot-print vigour of his delineations. The construction of the fall of earth's unearthly daughters," or "of singing in present work gives him abundant room for the exercise wondrous unison, obedient to the strain." We are sorry of his varied powers, abounding, as it does, in episodes. that Mr. Chapman should waste his time in writing on We shall insert one for the edification of those who are such subjects as Cain, Napoleon, Lucrece, &c., or try-accustomed to sentimentalize on the moral influence of ing to translate such untranslatable things as the beautiful scenery. We believe that the lovely scenes famous fragment of Simonides about Danaë and Persius. We have a right to expect that a West Indian poet, when we can get one, should draw his inspiration from the soil. of Nature do exercise a beneficial influence upon the heart when it is previously prepared to receive it. Otherwise, we fear, the residents in an Eden would remain as little affected to any moral purpose by the beauty around them, as were the villagers whom it was "The sound of the busy mill became musical; even the barkthe fortune of Major Verdure to encounter. Ebening of the dogs seemed congratulatory. The only instance of apErskine's pertinacity, merely because he felt he was prehension that I could observe as I approached, was in a large furry cat, which was sunning herself on the sill of a window. As wrong, is excellent. soon as she saw my foreign face, she spraug in alarm to the roof, and stood looking at me, as if in dread of pursuit. "Being at the time in no mood to hasten from the aspect of calm and beauty, I desired Robert (for he was then with me) to ride forward to the village, and provide accommodations for the night, which he did immediately; but the reveries of peace were not ordained to last long. On reaching the village, I was met by Bob ou foot (as Robert was then called), leading his horse. "This place will never do, Sir,' said he; we must go two it is a one-eyed place, and the inhabitants are not more hospitable than their oxen;' and laughing, he added, 'If a cow were to ask me to take coffee, I should be less surprised than that these boors would sell you a jug of ale.' "Travelling in Spain has never been accounted desirable, and our journey to Malaga afforded, in many respects, no exception to the experience of others. The hardships and discomforts at the inns and posadas, quite equalled all that we had been taught to expect; but we lightened the worst accidents by congratulating ourselves that we were undergoing only a wholesome preparation for greater difficulties that awaited us in the countries before us. "The road was not, however, all a mere variety of hardship, and the Major was often much amused at the greenness of my philoso-leagues further. There is not a public-house in the whole town; phy, which different incidents brought forth. One day, as we were riding leisurely through a deep, wild, and Salvator-Rosa-like valley, I happened to make some remark on the moral influences of scenery, which he took some pleasure in controverting; and so led me on until, as my nature is, when supposed to be in error, I became quite in earnest in the defence of my thesis, merely because I felt it was wrong, and said "This is bad news indeed,' replied I, not, however, disconcerted by what he had said, nor yet disenchanted from my reverie; for I was accustomed to the dry humour of the lad, and aware of his "It may be true that we do not always judge correctly on that opinion, that fault was the predominant quality in every thing on head; but I do not mean the immediate effect on the minds of pass-the continent. At the same time alighting, I added, ' But we will ing strangers, but the habitual sympathy which local scenery attains go to the parsonage; it is a snuggish-looking dwelling; and the over the sentiments of the resident inhabitants. It is as impossible charity of the master will make him glad to accommodate us for that a bland and diffident spirit should rise among the rugged rocks the night.' of an inclement sea-shore, as that amidst the courtesies of elegant "I don't think it will,' muttered Bob; but if 'tis your plealife rude speech and boisterous manners should be found. Through-sure, I will go;' and he immediately remounted. out society, the usages are unconsciously conventional; and it is as rare that a mau should find himself in those circumstances which best enable him to receive and dispense happiness, as that he should draw the great prizes in the lottery of life.' "In my first tour on the continent, as I descended a steep mountain road among the northern Alps, I came suddenly in view of a beautiful valley; not one of those abruptly-environed ravines characteristic of the country, with lofty peaks and hoary precipices, overlooking dark masses of firs and larches, but a gentle and smooth green hollow between a swell in the mountains-if the phenomena of the stedfast earth may be compared with the fluctuations of the sea. 66 6 'Stop!' said I, with the greatest moderation, being then in a benign disposition, inclined to think well of all men. Why, Bob, do you imagine it will be of no use to ask a worthy clergyman to lodge us for the night?' "Because I do,' replied Bob, not knowing what other answer to give; and I don't know that he is a worthy clergyman. "I admit the latter caveat,' was my philosophical answer; but go you to the house, and I shall walk my horse leisurely here till your return.' "Off he went at a gallop, the only thing except the mill-wheel and water-race, not in harmonious tranquillity in all that sabbathlike evening scene of peacefulness and rest. "In the course of a few minutes he returned, as sulky as the Mount St. Gothard during an impending storm, when all the surrounding valleys are darkened, and only a few glittering peaks of the neighbouring hills are tipped with sunshine. "No shelter yonder,' cried Bob, as he approached, smilingyea, I do think, exulting that his prophecy was verified. "The point of view from which I first beheld that secluded "What can be the meaning of that?' said I, pausing, with the spot would, in any circumstances, have inspired delight. The vale | bridle in my hand. No inn in the village -no charity in the paritself stretched before me about two miles in length, with a small sonage! and yet a mill clattering like a merry landlady; and a lake in the bottom, into the centre of which a little peninsula ex-church, so pretty, it would do a saint good to see! Bob, this tended, crowned with a clump of trees, out of which a village church lifted its tapering spire, tipped with a star kindled by the setting sun. "At a short distance from the hallowed separation which the water had made around that simple place of worship, stood the pastor's habitation, with so much of an air of antiquity and neatness as clearly to show for whom it was designed; and about a furlong further on the mainland lay the village itself-some twenty houses, rustic and primitive, each with a little garden. "The surrounding hills were green aud pastoral to their summits-the loftier mountains beyond them could not be seen; and a few corn-fields, here and there, served to show the duties of a little mill, which was industriously hopping in the waters of a neighbouring stream. There is nowhere else so quiet and so beautiful a scene. It is the Eden of a second world; a place of rest, which living sorrow longs to find, and where the couch of a weary spirit could be softest spread. "As I approached the village, the beauties of the landscape seemed to increase. The outline of the hills became more picturesquely broken; the details in the gardens were holly-oaks, sunflowers, roses, and honeysuckles; and every cottage was prettily similar, cannot be! Is not the pastor a venerable old man with flowing white locks?—and have not his clothes, which had been black, turned brown with age? Methinks I see who should be here the pastor.' "Lord, Sir! he's a young, robust fellow, something between a peasant and a soldier. His hair is blacker than your own; and he has a short green shooting-jacket, with holes under the arms.' "Bob, you are mistaken!' was my serene methodical answer. 'He whom you have seen is but the servant. Go again, and ask for his master.' "I did so; and he had a spade in his hand, which he elevated on his shoulder like a dragoon's broadsword, and said himself that he was the master; and, what is more, that you ought not to have come to this village at all, for it is a league out of your road, but to have held on where you first got sight of it; and that the sooner you set about rectifying the hobblement the better, for it will be a full hour of night before we can reach the post-house-the road is such a cursed break-neck.'. "Had he no wife to mitigate his incivility?' was my corsiderate reply. "Wife! I don't know what he has, but I saw two red-armed wenches standing in the mist of tubs, and they laughed at me for being such a simpleton as to think the minister would take two A strangers in-and for nothing too!' "Surely you did not say we expected any such thing for nothing!-You should not have said that.' "Nor did I; but I thought by the cut of their laugh that they thought so.' "No man that has not been city-bred, a thorough-blooded metropolitan, would ever have imputed such sordid faucies to the gentle or the fair amidst the innoccuce of nature. "It may be so,' growled Bob to himself; and then added, 'Well, Sir, if you say I may offer money-for you see the sun is already over the hills, and the road is very bad--I will go back.' "I should be almost sorry to make such an experiment on human nature in such a scene of rural loveliness as this-perhaps the corruption of money hath not yet here entered.' "It is a cursed break-neck road, the minister said, and every minute it grows more dangerous. I'd as lief sleep in the church as ride it tonight.' "Go, then,' said I; but I trust, for the dignity of human nature, you will be disappointed.' "Robert rode again to the house, and in two minutes returned in triumph-never was victory more complete. The worthy pastor,' as he continued to call him, till I was obliged to bridle his tongne, not only consented to take us for money, but even stipnlated for a specific price. I have never since seen a philanthropicallooking landscape without reflecting on the deceitfulness of all outward signs." The Alpine divine would have been a fit companion for Fielding's Parson Trulliber. We have made up our minds not to tell the reader what becomes of the hero, nor how the novel ends; because we intend every body to read it. We are sorry to see, that, from the state of Mr. Galt's health, this will probably be his last work. A legacy from such a writer must not be despised. Plan for the Reconciliation of all Interests in the Emancipation A Letter to the Lords, on the subject of the Irish Church Reform A PAMPHLET against the proposed measure for arranging the THE MAGAZINES. WANT of room compels us to defer our notice of these publications until next week. We must, however, mention Fraser, who has issued a superb number. The first article, on the Ancient Country Gentlemen of England, is a capital paper. "Speeches in Banco Reginæ," is famous; Jeremy Bentham and his hangers on are - showed up in excellent style. At the same time, justice is done to the really good qualities (and he had some) of the eccentric old man of Queen-square. M. Dumont also receives justice, neither more nor less. "The Original of Lawrie Todd" comes, we opine, from the same hand as the copy. "The Commission for Perpetuating Factory Infanticide" is, obviously, from the pen of Mr. Sadler. The "Wind-up," is a splendid piece of writing. Were it not that we eschew politics, we should extract the conclusion, Thomas Carlyle, esq., is the literary character this month, and his person and autograph are accompanied by an admirable imitation of his style. Treatise on Haberdashery and Hosiery, including the Manchester, Scotch, Silk, Linen, and Woollen Departments; with concise Methods of Calculating, &c. By E. E. Perkins. 18mo. London, 1833. Hurst. This is a work of utility. We have often felt surprise that every department of trade was not furnished with a little manual like this, to put into the hands of apprentices and other beginners. We are informed that the principal houses in the trade to which this work is devoted are among its encouragers and supporters, and we regard this as an evidence of their good sense. It is precisely what such a book should be; and a master would consult his interest by placing a copy in the hands of every person in his establishment. THOUGH the name of Spenser stands among the proudest in our literature, it is to be feared that the majority of readers know but little of his works. It will be, therefore, no wide departure from the plan of these notices occasionally to admit some short pieces of this great master of English song. Criticism upon such a poet as Spenser is mere impertinence. With this feeling the following little poem is committed to our page, with the single remark, that the eleventh line will probably remind the reader of Milton's promise of immortality to the soldier, as the reward of sparing his dwelling. Such promises from such men are not the delusions of self-conceit, but the prophetic intimations of genius. SONNET. One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washed it away: Agayne I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tyde, and made my paynes his Vayne man, said she, thou dost in vaine assay A mortall thing so to immortalize; For I my selve shall lyke to this decay, And eke my name be wyped out lykewize. Not so, quod I; let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame; My verse your vertues rare shall eternize, prey. And in the hevens wryte your glorious name. Where, when as death shall all the world subdeu, Our love shall live, and later life renew. Continue partially in song, together with a few individuals of other species: Thrush (Turdus musicus, LINNÆUS.) REPTILES, FISHES, INSECTS, &c. Leave the water for the adjacent fields, particularly after rain : Frog (Rana temporaria, LINNÆUS.) Eft (Triton palustris, LAURENTI.) Hair-worm (Gordius aquaticus, Linnæus.) Appear in the young state in rivers, and are called Pars: Salmon, (Salmo Salar, LINNEUS.) Sea Trout, (Salmo trutta, LINNÆUS.) Deposit their spawn: Tench (Tinca communis, FLEMING.) May all be seen, chiefly on the wing, in their various peculiar haunts, in fields and gardens, with numerous other insects. Butterflies and Moths abound. Brown Argus Butterfly (Polyommatus Agestis, STEPHENS.) FINE ARTS. MR. TURNER'S DRAWINGS. : Time's Telescope. WE have just had the pleasure of seeing a collection of drawings, from the pencil of Mr. Turner, which are exhibiting at the house of Messrs. Moon, Boys, and Graves; they are the originals of the very beautiful Illustrations of England and Wales, published by that firm, and of a series of views, illustrating the works of Sir Walter Scott, at present in course of publication. There is as yet no catalogue published of this interesting exhibition, of which, in a future number, we shall speak more at length. NEW PUBLICATIONS. Den Vackra Svenska. Drawn by J. F. Martin. Lithographed by J. Scott. A very sweet countenance, pourtrayed in an effective and striking manner. Cruikshank's Humorous Illustrations of the Unknown Tongues; We have received the first number of this unassuming and agreeable little periodical, on the subject of Art and Artists, to which we May be seen, with their young, in the pastures and in woods wish every success. searching for food, and very noisy : Rook (Corvus predatorius, RENNIE.) Jackdaw (Corvus momedula, LINNEUS.) Magpie (Pica caudata, RAY.) Jay (Garrulus glandarius, BRISSON.) A highly finished Map of the United States of America, with Parts of Upper and Lower Canadas, Texas, &c. Mardon, London. This is one of the most splendid maps we ever saw. The plate, which is upon a very large scale, was executed in America; and, as |