virtue of the boasted British constitution, the unchosen, hereditary legislators of the land; vested with the legal power of firing upon, or hanging, (backed by an enormously expensive standing army, officered by their own relatives, but paid out of the labour of the many,) all who resist their exactions, together with the further power of annulling any law, not pleasing to themselves, attempted to be made by the other division of the legislature; whilst even that other division, though nominally chosen by the many, the many are, by the law of property qualification, compelled to choose from among the remaining portion of the falsely educated few, or property union; the many, the while, (except an attempt on the part of the highly paid relatives of the few, the clergy, to teach them the one lesson of submission to all this,) being left totally uninstructed, to the fatal influence of the ill-will-producing circumstances of a miserably unjust organization of the artificial social sys tem; by the operation of which, the idle few, with their hosts of non-productive, that is, merely ostentatious or personal attendants; and multitudes of equally nonproductive pampered animals, kept for show, and domestic ones, maintained for amusement; all live, in the most wasteful luxury, unenjoyed from its very excess, (for even the lap-dogs of the property union lack appetite,) on the hard labour of the industrious many, millions of whom are themselves insufficiently fed, and scarcely clothed or housed at all; and all of whom are most irrationally and ungratefully despised by those whose comforts, splendours, and luxuries, they live but to

create.

Having quoted this execrable nonsense, we beg leave to ask Mrs. Loudon whether she is productive or non-productive, not whether she has not a brood of incipient radicals hanging at her knees, but whether she gains her bread by the sweat of her brow? Does she work as a charwoman, as a milliner, or in what capacity? for, without she can prove that she exists by manual labour, she is, in the politico-economical sense, unproductive. We believe, if the truth were really known, it would turn out, that her only employment is to sit in her room, and with her pen in her hand, inflated with foolishness and vanity, to mask diabolical opinions under the cloak of religion, and blaspheming in the name of that God whom she may well think indulgent in permitting her to finish her work of abomination. If such books as these be her labour, we tell her, that she is not only more unproductive of good than the highest and the most pampered noble in the land, but that had she the talent to work out her views, she would be as much her country's scourge, as she is our scorn.

Having given a specimen of her powers of libelling, we now show her acquirements in the seditious line.

"Great Britain has been compared to a ship at sea, short of provisions, and not allowed to touch at any port where provisions may be had. But her case is even worse than this, for though her crew are kept on short allowance, her wardroom officers are feasting sumptuously every day, while those very officers are they who will not allow her to touch at any port where plenty may be had, because the majority of them are pursers, and have themselves the selling of the short allowance to the crew-all the dearer for being short!

"The Saviour of mankind, in setting us an example that we should follow his steps, blessed a few small loaves, and by his divine mandate made them sufficient to feed five thousand people. The parliament of christian England follows this example-How?

By cursing the bread of twenty-five millions of people, and changing, by their word, each poor labourer's portion, into half of that which his Creator has furnished him with the natural means of obtaining for himself."

But as the step from sedition to treason is so easy, Mrs. Loudon does not hesitate to make it, and to tell the people that the kingly office, for that is meant under the term "crown," is but an object of ignorant worship, yielded in ignorance.

"What is the pride of equipage, of title, of a crown itself, of all the baubles in pursuit of which crime is committed, but the ignorant worship, yielded in ignorance, to an ignorant and misjudging public opinion? Let, then, a more enlightened

public opinion teach pride to centre henceforward in virtue, and show men that honesty and disinterestedness, not wealth and power, are greatness; talents and learning, not title and equipage, splendour."

It is because this is the work of a female, that we are so unmeasured in our reprehension. It is because it is from the pen of one of the softer sex, who has thought proper to throw away her attributes, and to leap, like a political Moll Flaggon, into the arena of political gladiatorism, that we show her no mercy. This work has unsexed her. We can imagine a drunken, emaciated disciple of the tottle-of-the-whole legislator, spouting forth such nonsense as he reeled and held on by the door-posts of a gin palace we could feel for, and pity the poor deluded wretch; but that a lady, an educated person, one that has moved in respectable society, and who might be supposed to feel, that a woman, like the violet, is only sweet in her privacy, in attending to her domestic duties, in rearing up her children to fear God, honour the king, and all who are put in authority under him, should dare to publish a work as treasonable as it is blasphemous, as blasphemous as it is false-that a lady should, in her petty ambition and vanity of semi-intellect, point out to fools and knaves that it is high time that anarchy should stalk forward, that the bloody banner of revolution should be unfurled, and that political licentiousness should be let loose, is to us a subject of indignation and disgust.

The Muse and Poetess, a Lesson from Nature.
Hatchard and Son, Piccadilly.

By EMILY D.

We really wish that nobody would send us poetry, for somehow or another, we have almost a horror of it lately. We have the credit of being very severe upon any thing in the shape of a rhyme. Whether it is our fault, or the fault of those who write it, we will leave the reader to judge. But if we dislike reviewing poetry in general, it is still more annoying to have to review the poetry of young ladies. As Candid says, "I am the most peaceable man in the world, and I have killed two men already," so we assert, "That we are the most gallant of all editors in the world, and yet we have smashed half a dozen pretty girls already." In the present instance, we will quote the commencement of one or two of the poems in this little book, and make no comments. The work opens with a summons from the Muse, as follows:

"How peaceful am I in this dear little cot,

From the world far away, by the world p'r'aps forgot,
My husband, who loves me, is far from his home,
No mortal is near me, yet I'm not alone."

Birth-day thoughts,

"This is my birth-day, so they say,
I'm twenty-three years old to-day."

We really thought that Emily D

was many years younger.

Gleanings in Natural History, Third and last Series, to which are added, Notices of some of the Royal Parks and Residences. By Edward JESSE, ESQ., Surveyor of His Majesty's Parks, Palaces, &c. John Murray, Albemarle Street.

An assemblage of facts is the best, and ought to be the only groundwork for philosophy. In this view, the work before us is entitled to great credit. The volume opens with an amusing and instructive chapter on the sagacity of dogs-indeed, some of the anecdotes absolutely trench on the marvellous-but we hope, nay, we feel assured, that they are authentic-for a gentleman of Mr. Jesse's reputation and acuteness would not peril his work by inserting in it any thing that he did not know to be true, for he must be aware that his book will become one of reference, and any thing in it the least apocryphal, might be injurious to science. After touching upon various other topics connected with natural history, the author makes a kind of summary of the reflections that naturally arise upon what he has written, in an eloquent chapter on the economy of nature. The topographical parts of the volume, relating to Kew and Windsor, are highly interesting, and very curious. The narrative runs in an easy and flowing manner, and makes the work, independently of its intrinsic merits, delightful reading. There are few books lately which have in their perusal afforded us higher gratification. The only part of it that we object to, is to be found in the title-page, intimating that it is the last of the series. Mr. Jesse can neither exhaust nature, nor our desire to see him write of it.

The Works of William Cowper. Edited by the Rev. T. S. GrimSHAWE, A. M., Rector of Burton, and Vicar of Biddenham, Author of the "Life of the Rev. Legh Richmond." With an Essay on the Genius and Poetry of Cowper, by the Rev. J. W. CUNNINGHAM, A.M., Vicar of Harrow. Vol. VIII. Saunders and Otley, Conduit Street.

This is the most interesting volume which has yet appeared. The plates are a portrait of the "Rev. John Johnson," the cousin of Cowper, and the "Rustic Bridge," both good; but we refer not to the plates, but the contents of the volume, in which we find the beautiful hymns of the author, and his translations from Guion and others. There is a holy breathing about the hymns which is very, very attractive; and surely poetry is never so lovely as when her eyes are raised to Heaven in gratitude and love. When it is considered how much moral good may be produced in this world by those who are entrusted with the " many talents" employing them in the cause of religion and virtue, we feel assured that the poet on his death-bed was cheered with the remembrance, that in his hymns he had done well as a faithful servant, and had assisted in raising the infant thoughts to the Fountain of all good, before whose awful judgment-seat he was so soon to appear.

A Treatise on Pulmonary Consumption; comprehending an Inquiry into the Causes, Nature, Prevention, and Treatment of Tuberculous and Scrofulous Diseases in General. By JAMES CLARK, M.D., F.R.S., &c. &c. Sherwood, Gilbert, and Piper, Paternoster Row.

This is the most satisfactory work that it has ever been our good fortune to read on this appalling disorder. We see in it the glimmerings of hope, over that once desolate plain of despair, in which are annually buried so great a proportion of the best and the most beautiful of our species, the vast cemetery of consumption. It has been almost the general opinion, that, when tubercles had begun to form in the lungs, the patient was irrevocably doomed. Morbid anatomy, and post-mortem examinations, have proved that the tubercular cancer may even proceed to infiltration, and corrode away a portion of the lungs, and that then nature shall re-assert her powers, stop the corrosion, and cicatrize the orifice it had occasioned. We must discover the mysterious process by which nature frequently performs this, and assist her in the operation. It appears that the scrofulous or strumous habit is the one most prone, indeed, almost the only one, liable to deposit tubercular matter wherever there is a mucous membrane. It also appears that, on the general health, almost the only means of preventing or arresting consumption are to be found. To give a well-founded expectation, even if it cannot give always a cure, to the consumptive, is the great merit of this very skilful work. We are sure that it will convey consolation to thousands, and stimulate all the clever and unbigoted of the medical profession to follow up the lights Mr. Clark has given to the public. This is a medical book that all may read. From its pages the nervous will acquire strength, and the fanciful will never be led astray by its information into imaginary disorders. We think that, hitherto, sufficient attention has not been given to pulmonary disorders, in a country, too, in which so few escape them wholly, in some form, for an entire year. Consumption is the stationary plague of England, and eternal gratitude will be due to him who discovers some specific or improved treatment, that may make the disorder no longer dangerous. That this will be effected, at some period, we feel secure ; and whoever may be the fortunate individual that shall achieve this great good, some of his laurels he must, in common fairness, allow to devolve on Dr. Clark. Dr. Marryat, a celebrated physician of the last century, had some singular and beneficial views on this complaint, to which our author has referred, and, by approving, done them due honour. Let every one take this consolation to his heart-that no cold or cough, however severe, will ever superinduce consumption, without a predisposition to that disease exist in the constitution; but they must not, on that account, neglect their colds, for one may die of those when consumption could not harm them.

The Life and Times of General Washington. By CYRUS R. EDMONDS. Thomas Tegg, 73, Cheapside.

We have received the first volume only of this biography, and are enabled to speak well of it as far as it goes. The work resolves itself into something like a history, but a history certainly bearing upon the subject matter, throwing the purely biographical portion in abeyance. However, it is altogether a very interesting book, and singularly and most commendably destitute of any thing like party spirit. We shall reserve ourselves, in order to speak more fully on the attributes of this work, till we receive the second and concluding volume.

The Noble Deeds of Woman. T. Hookham, Old Bond Street; Bailey and Co., Cornhill; Souter, St. Paul's Church Yard.

The authoress has herself achieved a noble deed in recording these noble deeds of the fair. With a graceful chivalry she has stood forward as the champion of her sex, and proved their high capabilities by their lofty acts. It is most rightly dedicated to the ladies of Great Britain and Ireland. These noble deeds are arranged under the heads of maternal, filial, sisterly, and conjugal affection, humanity, benevolence, integrity, fortitude, courage, and presence of mind, hospitality, self-control, gratitude, loyalty, eloquence, patriotism, and, lastly, contributions to science. The author might have added every other virtue that is practicable to human nature. We predict for this work an unexampled patronage. That every lady should possess a copy is but natural; that every gentleman should do so is but loyal. We do not say that all the noble or even the best deeds of women are recorded here: to do the first, were the whole earth covered with parchment, and every son of humanity upon it with a pen in his hand for the space of his natural life employed in the ennobling office, it would not half complete the task; for, from the humble peasant's wife, that hovers soothingly round the straw mattress of her sick partner, to the ermined queen that mourns near the tapestried couch of the royal patient, are not all the sex instigators to, or performers of, a succession of noble deeds? And the noblest-who can know them but those immediately benefited by them? Has not every private family in the kingdom a record of something great and self-sacrificing that none but a woman could perform? Yet the "noble deeds" chronicled in this volume make a noble book. We dismiss it to the honourable and the eager reception that it will every where find.

The Chairman and Speaker's Guide: being an Essay towards a Brief Digest of the Rules required for the orderly Conduct of a Debate : to which is prefixed, an Essay on Public Meetings. By THOMAS SMITH, Author of " Evolution," &c. Longman and Co. Paternoster Row.

We daily become a more speechifying nation. It is to be deplored certainly, but what help for it? Listening is certainly an operose and tedious employment; the less we have of it, the more time we shall have for speaking; and as the more we speak, and the more that speak, the less will be listened to, it is logically evident, that there is cause at work that must ultimately turn all but the absolutely dumb into orators-ergo, in order that we may be as little foolish as possible in the indulgence of this general mania, we must study Tom Smith's book. It is of a most convenient size to be slipped into the waistcoat pocket, and when a speaking gentleman goes to a meeting or a party, if he should happen to be out in his speech, he may slip himself in again by slyly slipping Smith out. Members of Parliament should never be without it. It is a very little book indeed, and a country gentleman, with the aid of his spectacles and a dictionary, might perhaps get through it in three months, and compre hend a little of it in six. After all Mr. Smith's rules, and they are good ones, are mastered, we will add one of our own, the adhesion to which would save many a blundering blockhead from confusion, and looking more than naturally foolish-it is this: "When you have nothing to say, don't attempt to say it." The very appropriate motto of this sensible treatise is, order! order! order!