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we gave a description some time back), representing the Master of Theatrical Gossip.--Miss Stephens chose“ The Merry Wives of Ravenswood saving Sir William Ashton and his daughter from the Windsor" for her benefit, and Dowton re-appeared as Falstaffwild bull. The engraver has done full justice to the artist. The Wood, the singer, took his benefit at Covent Garden on Moniay accompanying vignette-Ravenswood and the Grave-digger, from a evening, on which occasion Miss Paton “ kindly contributed her 13 painting by Duncan—is spirited; but the character of the old man's luable assistance." Both parties were received with much applaus, face, which is most admirably expressed in the original, has been in for a London audience has strange notions of when and wherefore to some measure lost under the hands of the engraver. A scene from manifest approbation.-Madame Vestris must certainly soon leave the Legend of Montrose, by Lauder-Annot Lyle playing the Clair the stage altogether, for she seems to behare like a mad-woman shach to Sir Duncan Campbell-of which we know Sir Walter has when she comes upon it. She appeared the other evening at Andere expressed himself in terms of the highest admiration, is in the hands son's benefit--a reconciliation being understood to have taken place of Rolls, and nearly ready. We have also seen an etching from

between them-but having, in the course of the first act, made it Newton's painting of Abbot Boniface. The London prints speak in evident to the audience that this reconciliation was of a very superhigh terms of the picture; and, to judge by the outline, it is steeped ficial nature, she chose, before the commencement of the second act, in monkish indolence and luxuriousness. A vignette, after a draw to be taken suddenly ill, and Messrs Cooper and Wallack came for. ing by Landseer, representing the Lady of Avenel's dog Wolf rescu. ward successively to make apologies for her, and to announce that ing the boy Roland Græme from drowning, is likewise good. the piece must be changed in consequence-an announcement The animal, as was to be expected, is masterly; and there is much

which was received with laughter, hooting, and ridicule.-The delicate beauty in the distant landscape. Catherine Seyton stooping minor theatres have, as usual, celebrated the anniversary of White to pick up the scroll which had been wrapt round Roland's sword, is,

suntide with new pieces. At the Surrey, a dramatic satire upon the as far as we can judge from the outline, a fine composition. There lawyers, called " The Progress of a Lawsuit; or, a Story of Real is much that is good in the vignette after Fraser, representing Hal

Life," was produced, and pronounced sufficiently entertaining for bert Glendinning and the Packman sitting at their meal. Lauder

temporary purposes. Tottenham Street exhibited a melodrame of has finished a painting of Quentin Durward finding the young Count some interest, the nature of which may be judged from its title, ess of Croye prostrate before the altar- magnificent piece of co “ The Midnight Murderer;" a burlesque, called “ Hokee Pokee," louring—which is likewise to be engraved for this series. It may also be followed, at the close of which the audience very unequivocally ex. interesting to learn, that the same artist is now engaged in painting the pressed their hope that it would not be repeated. At Sadler's Wells, scene where Ravenswood bursts into the hall, just as Lucy has alfixed a full house was tolerably well amused with a drama, written by the her name to the marriage contract. Only four of the figures are yet author of " Shakspeare's Early Days," entitled, “ The Trailor; 07, brought out. Lady Ashton and Lucy--two beautiful females, but Maurice the Wood-cutter," and a new pantomime-Madame Maliof the most opposite character--the former, a sparkling impersonationbran, by an indisposition of a few days last week, is said to have lost of indignant pride and anger, flashes defiance against the intruder,

engagements to the amount of L.300.- Miss Taylor, of the Bath while her gentle daughter, pale as monumental marble, yields to her Theatre, has been engaged for three years at Covent-Garden, at a conflicting emotions: life seems almost to have fled. Ravenswood

very liberal salary.-Taking the receipts of Drury Lane for the last stands like a dark spectre-a column of gloom in the bright noon three years at L.53,000 per annum, (the actual average,) the esta. day. Colonel Ashton-a beautiful and manly figure, with his hand blishment, conducted on a liberal scale, ought to yield, it is said, on his sword-seems to echo every feeling of his mother. We know L.8000 a year. The management is not yet settled. Farren is rethat Sir Walter has declared this to be the best illustration of his

ported to have offered to re-engage, at fifty pounds a-week for himsell, works that he has seen; and we may add, that we esteem it the provided his brother Percy has the office of manager at fifteen hyppicst effort of Mr Lauder's genius. Duncan has painted a pretty pounds per week; and a third brother, Mr George Farren, is appointLucy Ashton at the Mermaid's Well; and is commencing a picture ed solicitor to the theatre. This appears to be doing the thing too of Jeanie Deans seized by the robbers. This last exists as yet only much in a family way.-The Birmingham Theatre, where Mae. in the form of a spirited and promising sketch. Watson Gordon's ready, Vandenhoff, Thorne, and Miss F. H. Kelly, have been pero portrait of Sir Walter is to be engraved for the Novels; and Wilkie's forming, closed on Wednesday. The company open in Liverpool on for the collected Poctical Works. Why is William Simpson not en Monday, with Yates and the elephant.--Mr and Mrs Stanley had a gaged to contribute to the illustration of the Novels? Many of them crowded benefit here on Monday evening, and Hooper an equally abound with scenes well adapted to his department of the art. The crowded one on Wednesday. The latter gentleman kept his friends spirited and liberal manner in which the publishers are now going to together till two A.m., and then sent them home with broad daylight. work, assures us that our hint will not be thrown away.

-Miss Jarman, who performed here on Wednesday evening, and #as Mr Egrinasse's FRENCH CLASSES.-A numerous and fashion to have played for three nights more, has unfortunately been preable audience assembled at Mr Espinasse's rooms in George Street, vented, by indisposition, from fulfilling her engagement. It is diffion Saturday the 5th, and Monday the 7th instant, to witness the cult to say when she may again return to us, as we understand examination of his French classes. His senior pupils were examined the present lessee of Drury Lane is anxious to avail himself of ber on Saturday :-his junior pupils on Monday; and on each occasion services for next winter. If we are to lose her, we do not know how they acquitted themselves in a style of excellence which bears ample Mr Murray is to supply her place.-Fanny Kemble appears here on testimony to Mi Espinasse's superior method of teaching. We were Monday in the part of Juliet, and her father in that of Mercatin. much pleased with the accurate pronunciation and knowledge of the If no national calamity interferes, the houses will be tremendous, but language exhibited by many of his very youngest pupils. The cor OLD CERBERUS will no doubt find a good place for himself, and tell rectness of the Parisian accent also, so difficult to acquire in this 118 what he thinks next Saturday. Mrs Henry Siddons will not, we country; and, above all, the rapidity with which the teacher con believe, again appear on the stage. She acted from a good motive veys his instructions, well entitle him to that celebrity and patron in returning to it for a few nights, but the judiciousness of the step age by which he has in this city been deservedly distinguished. was very questionable. We regret to be assured that Mr Murray is

CHIT-CHAT FROM LONDON.-The pamphlet, entitled " Robert considered really and seriously ill. He has gone to the country in Montgomery and his Reviewers," is not by the young gentleman the hopes of more speedily recruiting his health. himself, but by some anonymous friend, who endeavours to prove, for all that has been said to the contrary, that Master Robert is one

WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES. of the brightest geniuses of the day.--A curious individual is at present exhibiting in London,-a certain Michael Boai, a Chinese chin

June 5-11. chopper, a gentleman who plays or chops several airs, by striking his two forefingers on his chin. Miss Stephens, Sinclair, Sir George


Provok'd Husband, Masaniello. Sinart, and other musical individuals, have been attending him with

Mon, Fontainbleau, The Day after the Wedding, My Grandmuch edification. He is likely to make a good harvest, and may say

mother, of Teddy the Tiler. with the barber in the ballad,

Tiks. Every One has his Fault, f The Devil to Pay.

WED. “ His crops never fail'd, for they grew on his chin."

The Rivals, The Youthful Queen, & Life in London.

THURS. The Soldier's Daughter, Therese. -Petitions are in the course of signature at Cambridge to relieve

FRI. Masaniello, Children in the Wood, & Life in London. the students from signing the thirty-nine articles. The total number per diem of the daily journals printed in Paris exceeds 60,000. The daily press of London consists of twelve journals, six morning and six evening, which circulate altogether about 25,00. Paris

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. has a population of 700,000; London, of 1,500,000. If the demand for newspapers in the one town were as great as in the other, (and if

“ A Nont on Benlomond” is under consideration.-The two the tax were a penny instead of a groat, there can be little doubt short notices by “ Proteus” will not suit us.—The poem, entitled that it would be greater,) the sale per diem of the London daily jour " The Queen of Night," indicates considerable poetical genius, nals would not be short of 125,000; to say nothing of the hundreds

" The Power of Pleasing the Fair," by "X, Y, Z, a confirmed of daily papers that would start up in every respectable town in Eng subscriber," is inadmissible. It is a disagreeable thing to be obliged land, which at present are compelled to depend for their earliest in to say that we shall not be able to make room for “ The Maid that telligence on a journal printed at one, two, or three hundred miles' I love."—" The Fause Bryde of Auldylinn" contains some good distance,

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was worthy of the elevation to which he was raised by the popular choice, seeing that the delicacy and urbanity

of his manners had previously won him the emphatic The New Bath Guide ; or, Memoirs of the B-ner-d Pa- cognomen of “. Beau.” In the pages of history, he is found

mily, in a series of Poctical Epistles. By Christopher with this epithet as inseparably prefixed to his name, as Anstey, Esq. $ New Edition, with Biographical and modsorsus' to that of Achilles, or pius to that of Æneas. Topographical Preface, and Anecdotal Annotations. He is thus described by an impartial biographer :-" In By John Britton, F.S.A. Embellished with Engra- the statue and picture of the Beau of Bath, we perceive a vings. London. Hurst, Chance, and Co. 1830. stout, thick, stunted, broad-faced, large-wigged, aldermanic Post 8vo. Pp. 176.

human being, of whose dancing graces we can have as

lively an impression as of those of a bear and elephant.” The title “ New Bath Guide” has become, as is indeed His reign, like that of some other monarchs--more merry remarked by the erudite editor of this work, somewhat of than sedate was characterised by its splendid poverty. a misnomer. More than half a century has elapsed since Though ruling over wealthy subjects, and in the habit of its first publication; and those who would seek, in the raising subsidies to an almost unlimited extent, the sum of playful Alexandrines of Anstey, a picture of the modern money found in the privy purse at his decease was infrequenters of the springs of Bladud, might as well look adequate to defraying the expense of a monumental tablet for the age of the moon in one of Partridge's Almanacks, and epitaph. A statue was raised to his memory shortly or consult the Directory of the year 1799 for the abode after his decease. A long 'discussion was carried on as of a fashionable physician of the present day. In one to what material was most characteristic of him, and, notsense, however, it certainly still is the New Bath Guide, withstanding several strong arguments in behalf of plaster -for it is the first work which proposed for its object to of Paris, his friends finally decided in favour of brass. initiate the stranger, not merely into the localities, but All authors are loud in praise of this first and greatest of into the society, of Bath; and it has remained the only the Bathonian monarchs." "Anstey sings of him thus : one. There is no newer Bath Guide. Only, instead of

. being now a gossiping retailer of novelty, it has become a

“ Long reiga'd the great Nash, this omnipotent Lord,

Respected by youth, and by parents adored ; prater about the good old times. It is like a gazette of

For him not enough at a ball to preside, the last century, elevated to the dignified character of a The unwary and beautiful nymph would he guide; history. The gay and romantic Miss Jenny,—the gallant Oft tell her a tale how the credulous maid Captain Cormorant,--the worthy booby Mr Simkin, By man, by pertidious man, is betray'd; Prudence—and Tabitha Runt ;-where are they? "Gone

Taught Charity's hand to relieve the distrest, glimmering through the mist of things that were." Their

While tears have his tender compassion exprest : bag-wigs and solitaires, hoops and têtes-de-mouton, have

But, alas ! 'he is gone, and the city can tell

How in years and in glory lamented he fell. vanished from the earth, though they drag on a shadowy

Him mourn'd all the Dryads on Claverton's mount ; existence " in the verse that immortally saves.” 5. We Him Avon deplored, him the nymphs of the fount, fiatter ourselves that we cannot do a more acceptable ser Him the crystalline streams. vice to the effeminate successors of the heroic supporters of these fearful encumbrances, than by devoting a column If life's occupations are follow'd below, ar two to the antiquities of fashion,

In reward for his labours, his virtue, and pains, England differs from France chiefly in this : that

it while our neighbours concentrate all that they have of

Indulged, as a token of Proserpine's favour,

To preside at hér balls in a cream-colour'd beaver.” rich and rare in one capital-assembling all the delicacies of their land into one huge ragout-we have a separate He died 'in 1761, at the advanced age of eighty-one, capital for every independent interest of the body politic. and was succeeded by Collett, whose name alone has been London is the capital of law andi politics - Oxford of preserved by historians. This is not unfrequently the karning,– Manchester and Sheffield of different manu- fortune of weak sovereigns, when they follow immediately factures,_Bath is the capital of fashion. We do not upon a hero. They seem to be lost in his blaze, like the pretend that London does not contain, during the season, planets Mercury and Venus in their transit between us an equal, possibly a greater, number of fashionables. All and the sun's disk. that we mean to say is, that fashion occupies, in that To him succeeded Samuel Derrick-a poet, critic, and basy mart, a subordinate position. In Bath, she is pa- coxcomb-concentrating in himself three diverse and ramount. There is the throne of her empire. There brilliant excellencies of character, each sufficient to secure people enact her behests by day, and dream of them by immortality for its possessor. In character, he somewhat night. There delegated sovereigns have for ages swayed resembled Charles II. of England. He closed a short the sceptre of the goddess, and administered her equal reign, 'rendered troublesome by his lavish and indolent Laws to successive races of “a true, a happy, and a loyal habits, in 1769 ; a reign, however, richer in materials for people."

history than any other period of the Bathonian empire. The first monarch of this illustrious dynasty sprung This is owing to the industrious collections of Boswell, from an unknown source, was called Nash before he as- (Johnson's Boswell,) Smollett, and Anstey—all of wbom cended the throne, and, after that event, Richard I. He were his contemporaries. The most remarkable incident

in Derrick's personal history was his encounter with the accomplished artist.

He has entered completely into the lap-dog of Miss Tabitha Bramble, which, as Derrick was humour of Anstey. His first print is Simkin consulting of small stature, might easily have proved fatal, but for a Bath physician on his arrival.

The grim look of the interference of Sir Ulic Mackilligut. His death gave Death's doer contrasts admirably with the sheepish es. occasion to one of those civil commotions so frequent in pression of the anxious patient. Prudence sits with a elective monarchies. Two candidates aspired to the va- most perpendicular angularity opposite her brother, and cant throne, whose claims were urged by their respective Jenny, a fine figure of a woman, leans over the back of adherents with much clamour and violence. This civil her chair, laughing at the whole. In print second te war is remarkable as the first in which a foreign state have the Doctors flying from their own physic. Three arrogated to itself a right to interfere with the domestic members of the faculty, with their fees in their pockets arrangements of the kingdom of Bath. The Bristolians have just issued from the house, the fat nurse is about to are said to have sent a remonstrance on the subject of the close the door behind them, while Miss Jenny, from a feud. It was at last ended by the exertions of a select window above, dispatches, with the most graceful air in the band of patriots, who brought forward Captain Wade as world, pill-boxes, gallipots, and phials, on the heads of 19 a candidate, whose character conciliated for him the ap- their astonished prescribers. We can compare the easy probation of the two contending factions.

elegance of the lady to nothing but the calm dignity of the We have now arrived at a period when those political Apollo following with his eye the flight of the fatal arunions, intrigues, and cabals, had their origin, which still row. The scramble of the three Doctors to escape this guide the cabinet of Bath. As we have uniformly re- novel avalanche, their fear and their hurry, their ank frained from taking any active part in public business, ward contortions, are spiritedly and variously conceived. we prefer eschewing the delicate task of recording con- Simkin stands at Jenny's elbow with a face lustrous with temporary history, and thus treading, to the infinite dan- delight. In print third, we see Simkin taking advantage of ger of our slippers, upon concealed ashes. Besides, we the city musicians, who have waited upon him to ongt. have already carried down the tale as far as is necessary tulate his safe arrival, to rub up his dancing. There be is : to enable the reader to enter with the necessary prepara- capering in the foreground, with two chairs for partners. tion upon the perusal of Anstey's work.

Rather behind him, in a recess on his right hand, an ac. The Memoirs of the B-n-r-d Family were publish- tive and elegant flirtation is carrying on between Miss lished some six or seven years before Humphrey Clinker, Jenny and her Romeo. Near them Prudence and the and Smollett has evidently been indebted for some of his pious Nicodemus are reading together some edifsing best Bath scenes to their pages. The adventures of the book. The maiden's eyes are fixed on the page, but family at Bath may be briefly told. An only son, who those of her instructor are gloating on her countenance. has been crammed with good things by Lady Bountiful, To the left we catch through the half-open door, the his mamma, till his stomachic organization is somewbat battle between the musicians and the French footman of deranged, arrives to try the waters, in company with an a surly invalid, who has been disturbed by their noise. awkward chit of a sister, their cousin Jenny, and a dumpy We have never seen a picture in which a whole stery te maid, who has hurt herself by taking in succession, just was better told. In the fourth illustration, two stardy : to keep her well, every quack medicine she sees in the chairmen are forcing into their chair Tabby Runt, wbo papers. Mr Simkin Bountiful is awkward, ignorant of the had bespoke their services the previous evening to carry world, and sheepish, but at bottom a generous fellow, and her to the bath, but felt her courage sink in the mornendowed with a blundering kind of sense. His cousin ing. The fifth is a caricature of Patience, under the Jenny is a plump, handsome girl, with a lively temper, hands of a French perruquier. The frontispiece and and deep read in romances. Prudence, his sister, is one fly-title are by Williams, and are cleverly executed. The there of those blanks which are ready to take any impression. only thing wanted to make this edition of the New Path This partie carrée consult the doctors, and enter into the Guide perfect, was a livelier editor. Mr John Britten amusements at Bath. Miss Jenny and Mr Simkin are is most insufferably dull. kindly taken under the guidance of an accomplished gentleman, who cheats the latter out of his money at cards, and nearly succeeds in persuading the former to marry The Fortunes of Perkin Warbeck ; a Romance

. By the him. Prudence, and her maid, Tabitha Runt, are made the dupes of a pious Moravian, who lodges in the same

Author of " Frankenstein.” 3 vols. London. Henry house. In short, after a brief residence at Bath, during

Colburn. 1830. which they flutter through all the scenes of gay and pious This is a talented work, but, at the same time, a little life, the B-n--r-d family return home with increased tedious and heavy. Mrs Shelley informs us in the pra experience, empty pockets, and one of the ladies a little face, that she studied the subject originally with a vier singed in reputation.

towards historical detail, but that, becoming aware of its Miss Jenny's picture of her lover, Captain Cormorant, romance, she determined not to confine herself to the is most delicately drawn :

mere incorporation of facts narrated by the old Chro- po « Well I know how Romeo dances,

niclers. A good deal of the leaven of history, however, still With what air he first advances,

remains; and though several fictitious characters have berti With what grace his gloves he draws on,

introduced, a calm straight-forwardness of style characClaps, and calls up Nancy Dawson :

terises the whole book. The authoress sets out on the Me through every dance conducting, And the music oft instructing,

assumption that Perkin Warbeck was really the Duke of See him tap, the time to show,

York, and consequently entitled to the throne of E With his light fantastic toe;

land upon the death of his elder brother Edward Skill'd in every art to please,

Fifth. Upon this disputed question it is unnecessary f® From the fan to waft the breeze,

iis to enter farther, than to remark that sufficient plausila Or his bottle to produce,

lity attaches to Mrs Shelley's theory, to authorise berzes Fillid with pungent eau-de-luce. Wonder not, my friend, I go novelist to avail herself of it, although we are afraid that

. To the ball witli Romeo.”

in order to carry it through, she has been obliged,

more instances than one, to twist to her own interpretat The present edition of this edifying work—the proto- tion the established facts of history. The chief fault w type of the Twopenny Post-bag,—is got up with great ele have to find with her production is, that it does not line gance. There are five excellent illustrative engravings together with sufficient skill what is fictitious and what by George Cruikshanks. They have incrensed, if that is true. The great use of an intermixture of fiction in indeed be possible, our admiration of the genius of this an historical romance, is to relieve the reader from many


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dry details, and agreeably to fill up the interstices be like her better in the narrative parts, interspersed as these tween those events which rivet the attention the more always are with her own observations on men and manpowerfully that they stand forth in bold and promi- ners, and coloured by her own peculiar imagination, feelnent contrast to the no less important occurrences of every- ings, and associations. We last week gave a short but

Mrs Shelley, however, is contented to follow favourable specimen of her style, and we shall now add her hero's fortunes through thick and thin; and instead one or two more. We like the following portrait of the of fixing, as we should have advised her to do, on a few companion of Perkin Warbeck's childhood--one who circumstances of acknowledged interest and moment, and loved him deeply but hopelessly : contriving that all the narrative should tend towards them,

“ Monina de Faro was, even in childhood, a being to worshe rather prefers patiently to act the part of a biographer, ship and to love. There was a dreamy sweetness in her and with the utmost perseverance follows Warbeck through countenance, a mystery in the profound sensibility of her all his fortunes, whether his adventures be brilliant or nature, that fascinated beyond all compare. Her characterstupid, fortunate or disastrous. Could every reader enter istic was not so much the facility of being impressed, as the into the fate and character of her hero with the same en excess of the emotion produced by every new idea or feelthusiasm as our authoress, there would be nothing tire- brightness, her lovely countenance became radiant with

Was she gay-her large eyes laughed in their own some in this minuteness of detail; but even though we smiles, her thrilling voice was attuned to lightest mirth, were to grant that he was the veritable heir to England's while the gladness that filled her heart, overflowed from her crown, we fear that, with one or two exceptions, there as light does from the sun, imparting to all around a share was little in his career to warrant our devoting undivided of its own essence. Did sorrow oppress her-dark night attention to it through three long volumes. Unlike our fell upon her mind, clouding her face, oppressing her whole own Prince Charles Stuart, Perkin Warbeck had never person, which staggered and bent beneath the freight. Ilad even the semblance of a kingly crown upon his head ; and she been susceptible of the stormier passions, her subtle and though received and acknowledged at various courts as a

yielding soul would have been their unresisting victim; but true Plantagenet, he does not appear to have had within her soft bosom could harbour no emotions unallied to good

though impetuous-wild-the slave of her own sensations, himself genius enough to command his own fate. From ness; and the devouring appetite of her soul was the desire the very first, he was driven about like a wreck from bil- of benefiting all around her. Her countenance was the low to billow. Wherever he came, it was as a mendi- mirror of her mind. Its outline resembled those we see in eant; and however generously assisted, he was never able Spanish pictures, not being quite oval enough for a northern to better his condition. In Spain, in France, in the Ne- beauty. "It seemed widened at the forehead, to give space therlands, in Ireland, and in Scotland, he was continually and veined lid ; her hair was not black, but of a rich sunny

for her large long eyes, and the canopy of the darkly-fringed involved in intrigues and petty insurrections; but he never chestnut, finer than carded silk, and more glossy; her skin once seriously disturbed the quiet of Henry the Seventh ; was delicate, somewhat pale, except when emotion suffused and at last, when he fell into the hands of that monarch, it with a deep pink. In person she was not tall, but softly the ignominious death which he died excited little sensa- rounded; and her taper, rosy-tipped fingers, and little feet, tion.

bespoke the delicate proportion that moulded her form to It is therefore to be regretted, we think, that Mrs a beauty, whose every motion awakened admiration and Shelley has, in the present work, indefatigably gone

love." through the whole of Perkin Warbeck's life. Many of

The following attempt, made by a creature of Henry the smaller adventures and unsuccessful attempts at rebel- the Seventh, upon Warbeck's life, is spiritedly told : lion should have been omitted, because they lead to no « The breeze had rather sunk towards sunset, but it arose thing, and wear out without satisfying the mind; and again with the stars; the vessel's prow struck against the

One because, moreover, they tend to diminish our respect for light waves, and danced gaily on through the sea. her hero, pointing him out as one continually borne down lings, loitered near ; the other kept out of the way... Still

, man stood at the helm ; another, one of the Friar's hireby adversity, and consequently one more to be pitied than beneath the thousand stars of cloudless night, the little bark admired. Had she, on the contrary, confined her story hurried on, feeling the freshening of the wind; her larto one or two of the more striking parts of his career, board beam was deep in the water, and, close at the deck's such as his residence and marriage in Scotland, and sub- leeward edge, Meiler and his intended victim paced. One sequent fate,—she would have greatly strengthened her thoughtless boy, high among the shrouds, whistled in annarrative; and by contracting her details into a narrower

swer to the wind. There was at once solitude and activity compass, given a solidity and compactness to them, in if man's sinful heart was ever touched with remorse, this

in the scene. This is the hour,' thought Richard ; 'surely which they are at present deficient. To speak in the lan- man's may now. God's throne visible in all its beauty above guage of painters, her novel has not a sufficiently power- us; beneath-around-the awful roaring waters, from ful middle-distance and foreground. The objects intro- which he lately so miraculously escaped! He began to duced are too much diffused and scattered. She has taken speak of England, of his mother, of the hopes held out to us to the top of a hill, and when we expected a broad and him by his companion ; eager in his desire of winning a beautiful lake to burst upon us at once, we see nothing traitor to the cause of truth, he half forgot himself, and then but the long line of a canal, which is equally broad at the started to find, that, even as he walked, his companion got one end as it is at the other.

him nearer to the brink of the slant, slippery deck. Seized

with terror at this manifestation of the worst designs, yet Though we bave thus stated, pretty plainly, our ob- scarcely daring to credit his suspicions, he suddenly stopt, jection to Mrs Shelley's novel, we must at the same seizing a rope that hung near, and steadying himself by time state, no less plainly, that it unquestionably bears winding his arm round it-an act that escaped his enemy's the stamp of a powerful mind, and that no one can read observation, for, as he did it, he spoke:– Do you know, it without feeling a conviction that the authoress need not

Father Meiler, that I suspect and fear you? I am an infear a comparison with even the most talented of her sex.

experienced youth, and if I am wrong, forgive me; but you

have changed towards me of late from the kind friend you It is certain that Mrs Shelley is apt at times to be heavy,

once were. Strange doubts have been whispered ; do you and assuredly her “ Last Man" is, in many parts, abun- reply to them! Are you my friend, or are you a treacherdantly so, yet we entertain a high respect for her abilities, ous spy ?-the agent of the noble Yorkists, or Henry Tuand believe her worthy to have been the wife of the au dor's hireling murderer ?' thor of the “ Cenci." There is much powerful writing “ As he spoke, the Friar drew still nearer, and the Prince in her “ Perkin Warbeck," and several of the characters recoiled further from him: be got on the sheer edge of the introduced—especially those of Sir Robert Clifford, Mo- lireling : sacred vengeance pricks me on! Son of the mur

• Rash boy!' cried Frangman, · know that I am no nina de Faro, and Catherine Gordon-are sketched with derer! tell me where is sainted Henry? where Prince Edbold vigour and fine discrimination. It is not, however, ward? where all the noble martyrs of his cause? Where in a facility of giving an intense individuality to the per- my brave and lost sons ? There, even where thou shalt be sons of her story that Mrs Shelley chiefly excels. We quick-Look back, thy grave yawns for thee!

“ With these words he threw himself furiously on the dreamt in all ages is beyond calculation. Many extraPrince: the stripling sprung back with all the force lent ordinary and well-authenticated instances are given in the him by the rope he held, and pushed at the same time volume before us. From these we extract a few : Frangman violently from him, as he cried aloud on the sailors, What, ho! treason is among us!' A heavy splash

REMARKABLE DREAMS. of the falling Meiler answered his call; tbe strong man was

“ Numerous modern instances of prophetic dreams might cast down in his very pride; the waters divided, and sucked him in. In a moment the crew were on deck; Frangman's be here recited, and those, too, well testified by credible hireling, scared, cried out, “He is King Henry's prisoner; witnesses. Monsieur Calignan, chancellor of Navarre, was seize him!' thus increasing the confusion. The Friar, his esteemed a man of singular virtue ; being at Berne, one garments floating, now appeared struggling among the night as he lay asleep, he heard a voice, which called him by waves; a rope was thrown to him; the vessel sped on mean

his name, Calignan! Awaking, and hearing no more of while, and it fell far short; Richard, horror-struck, would it, he imagined it only a dream, and fell asleep again. A have leapt in to save his enemy; but the time was gone

little afterwards, he heard the same voice calling him in the one loud shriek burst on the ear of night, and all was still; same manner : this made a greater impression on him than Frangman, his misery, his vengeance, and bis crimes, lay the former, so that, being awakened, he called his wife, who buried in the ocean's hoary caves."

was with him, and told her what had happened. They

both lay waking for some time, expecting to hear it a third We had marked other passages for quotation, but our time ; at length, they went to sleep together, when the roice space warns us that the above must suffice. We noticed awaked him again, calling him by his name, and advising briefly, about a fortnight ago, another novel which has him to retire immediately out of the town, and to remove just been published, bearing the same name ; in nothing his family, for that the plague would rage horribly in that but the name, however, does it resemble that of Mrs place in a few days. He followed the direction, and within Shelley, which is, in all respects, the superior of the two. ed a great number of people.

a few days after, the plague began in the town, and destroy

“ When the celebrated Dr Harvey, being a young man,

went to travel towards Padua, he went to Dover with seThe Royal Book of Dreams. From an ancient and curious veral others, and showed his pass, as the others did, to the Manuscript, which was buried in the earth during seve

governor. The governor told him that he must not go, ral centuries ; containing one thousand and twenty-four know the reason, and what he had done amiss; he said it

but he must keep him prisoner.' The Doctor desired to Oracles, or answers to Dreams, fc. g'c. By Raphael.

was his will to have it so.' The packet-boat hoisted sail London. Effingham Wilson. 1830. 18mo. Pp. 161. in the evening, which was very clear, and the Doctor's comDreams are one of the most interesting phenomena with all the passengers, was cast away. The next day the

panions in it,--a terrible storm ensued, and the packet-boat, connected with humanity. From Epicurus and Aristotle, melancholy news was brought to Dover. The governor down to Locke and Addison, innumerable theories have

was a total stranger to Dr Harvey, but by name and by been broached concerning them ; but there is not one that face: only the night before he had a perfect vision, in a has yet laid open the heart of the mystery. The work dream, of Dr Harvey, who came to pass over to Calais, and before us, without seeking to enquire why we dream, li an order to stop him! This the Doctor was told by the mits itself to the question-are dreams prophetical ? and, governor the next day, and he told the story again to his after leading a proof to show that they are, proceeds to

friends in London. furnish us with a method by which we may discover the areained that the University of Oxford was robbed by fire

“ Thomas Wotton, Esquire, a little before his death, secrets of fate portended by nocturnal visions.

He wrote to his son, who was then in Oxford, and So far from attempting to ridicule those excellent old told him the particulars of his dream. The University was women who believe in dreams, and read fortunes in tea- robbed accordingly, the very night before the letter came to cups, we have felt for them, from our youth upwards, his son's hand ! As soon as morning arrived, there was a the most profound respect. Are we not all “such stuff great noise concerning the robbery ; whereupou the young as dreams are made of ?" and is it not delightful to be

inan showed his letter to the persons concerned, and all the able to see with the eyes of our soul (for certes it cannot

five men were taken up and found guilty.

Doctor Pitcairne is said never to have related the fol be with the eyes of our body, considering that they are lowing story, without some emotion of mind. His friend, shut at the time) a thousand immaterial shapes and pros. Mr Lindsay, upon reading with the Doctor, when very pects, which no waking eye ever beheld, yet with which young, the known story of the two Platonic philosophers, we hold communion, as if suddenly carried into a new who promised to one another, that whoever died first should state of existence. We pity the man who is too grossly return on a visit to his surviving companion, entered into the corporeal to dream, or too perfectly prosaic to believe in

same engagement with him. Some years after, the Doctor, dreams. If he had dreamt the dreams that we have done, Lindsay, who was then at Paris, came to him, and told him

at his father's house in Fife, dreanied, one morning, that and watched the consequences with equal earnestness, he that he was not dead, as was commonly reported, but still would have known, that to talk of the spiritual world of alive, and lived in a very agreeable place, to which he could sleep as merely the offspring of toasted cheese, devilled not as yet carry him. By the course of the post, news came kidneys, or red herrings, was the grossest profanity; and of Lindsay's death, which took place, exceeding suddenly, during the silence of the night he would have felt his na. the very morning of the dream. ture cognizant

“Some years ago, the Lady of Colonel Gale, having lost

her husband, was going to Kingston in Jamaica, to almiOf subtler essence than the trodden clod." nister to his effects. In her way she stopped all night at a

friend's house, intending to proceed on her journey the next They have souls,” says the learned Bishop Bull, morning; she accordingly ordered her coachman to be ready

very much immersed in flesh, who can apprehend no. to set out at the appointed hour. Mrs Gale's waiting-wothing but what touches and affects their senses. And al- man, who accompanied her mistress, dreamed that night though I am no doter on dreams, yet I verily believe that that her master appeared to her, and enquired where her some dreams are monitory above the power of fancy, and mistress was; the servant told bin that her lady was going impressed on us by some superior influence ; for of such plied she must not go,-she must return with him, for he

to Kingston, and was now on her journey; the colonel redreams we have plain and undeniable instances in history,

was come to fetch her; this the servant told next morning both sacred and profane, and in our own age and observa- to the family where they were. Soon afterwards she went tion. Nor shall I so value the laughter of sceptics, and into her lady's room to call her up, but was told by her that the scoffs of the Epicureans, as to be ashamed to profess she felt herself somewhat indisposed, and did not think she that I myself have had some convincing experiments of should be well enough to proceed on her journey that day. such impressions.” With Bishop Bull we entirely agree, got ready, according to the order given to the coachman the

She, moreover, desired the servant to forbid the carriage being and also with Socrates, Plato, Xenophon, Cicero, Pliny, night before. When the lady of the house perceived her and Hippocrates, who thought similarly. The multitude of astonishing dreams that have been in, but all to no purpose, for the fever increased upon her

friend very feverish and indisposed, the doctor was called


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