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Return from Leave.- Fraser's Magazine.
150 Reed and Mathews's Visit.—London Quarterly Re.
Roberts's, Miss, Sea Side Companion.
Stanhope, Lamartine's Visit to Lady Hester.-Athe.
Stranger in America, Lieber's.-Quarterly Review. 33
Seven Temptations, the. By Mary Howiit.-Black-
Stephens' Manuscripts of Erdley.-Fraser's Magazine. 91
399 Shelley's, Mrs. Lodore.
Strutt's, Mrs. Chances and Changes. Ibid.
540. 613 Selections from American Poets.—Edinburgh Re-
Shakspeare Ireland, new Facts regarding.–Athe.
219. 443 Scandinavian Sketches, Breton's.-London Spectator. 247
312 Stories of Strange Lands, Mrs. Lee's.--Athenæum. 256
339 Sonnets on the Greek Troops.—Metropolitan. 259
Specinucns of Dramatic Poets. By Lamb.-London
419.527 Sabbath Sonnet. By Mrs. Ilemans. Blackwood's
441 Sad Things. By R. R. Madden.- London Court
538 Shakspeare and Scott, a Parallel of.—Athenæum. 438
541 Standard French Works.- Lamartine's Souvenirs. 441
Sporting Adventure in India.- Asiatic Journal. 525
190 Travels in Ethiopia. By Hoskins.-Atheneum. 235
637 Trade of England.-New Monthly Magazine. 250
, Trollope's.-Court Journal. 539
110 Tours in America.- London Quarterly Review. 575
200 Wars of Montrose. By Hogg.–Fraser's Magazine. 91
MU SE U M
Foreign Literature, Science, and Art.
From Fraser's Magazine. | wealth is a failure ; it in reality is not superior to WILLIAM GODWIN, ESQ.
the school-boy histories which he published under
the name of Edward Baldwin,-in one of which Yonder walks William Godwin! The marks (that of Rome) he was so careful as to omit the of age press heavily upon him; but there gleams defeat of the Cimbri by Marius. out of that strange face and above that stranger His personal history is not fortunate. He was figure the eye of fire which lighted up with the originally, we believe, a preacher in some heteroconceptions of Caleb Williams and St. Leon. dox sect; but when the lion was to lie down Wonderful books! Once read, not only ever re- with the lamb,” as was so beautifully brought to membered, but ever graven on the mind of those pass by Robespierre, and other tender-hearted who know how to read. We can enter into the dispensers of the mercies of Jacobinism, he forfeeling of Lord Byron's exclamation, when, after sook his divinity for politics. He was afterwards asking Godwin why he did not write a new novel, a bookseller, on Snow Hill, but not lucky in trade. his lordship received from the old man the answer, The circumstances of his connection with Mary that it would kill him. “And what matter, " Woolstonecroft, his marriage and its consequensaid Lord Byron; "we should have another Sr.ces, his children and their several histories, are too Leon."
well known to render it necessary that we should But it was not to be. There is power, and do more than allude to them.
We may say, stirring thought in Fleetwood, Mandeville, and however, that in no man's fate was the evil of Cloudesley;
but they are not what Lord Byron acting on wrong principles so manifested to the called for. The promised Seven Sleepers, which destruction of all that could in any relation of was to be the conclusion of a new series of St. life confer happiness or conduce to honour. In Leon, has never come; and of Godwin the writing The Life of Mary Woolstonecraft, he novelist we suppose there is an end. Of Godwin bas done more good unintentionally than it ever the politician we have little good to say. He could have, intentionally or otherwise, done evil. started in opposition to the received views of the We shall not have any such lady in our literature world on all the most important affairs in which again. that world is concerned, and it is perfectly un He has now taken his place in our world of necessary to add, that the world beat in the end, authors; and we incline to think, that Caleb as indeed in his case it deserved to beat. The Williams and St. Leon are the only books of his principles of his Political Justice,” derived as it which will be remembered. His mind is not prowas pretended from the Bible, would, if they ductive,—therein singularly differing from that of could have been acted upon, have subverted all Sir Walter Scott, with whom alone, as a novelist the honourable relations of society, and destroyed of power, he of all our contemporaries can be all the ennobling or redeeming feelings of the compared. There is a want of invention even in heart. Godwin himself, as he confesses in bis his best books; and we can believe the current preface to St. Leon, was sorry for having insulted, story, that Caleb Williams was written to illusin that cold blooded, and, we must say, absurd trate a system, or to prove that a novel might be book, those charities and duties which are the composed without reference to the passion of links of life: we should be much surprised if he love. Once fairly embarked in his book, he forhas not since repented of all the work. In his got his systems; but the idea of so originating answer to Malthus, he showed that true feelings them proves that there is a deficiency in the mind. were prevalent in his mind, though he failed in The phrenologists inform us, that the organ of producing the fit refutation of the desperate veneration is wholly and most singularly absent quackery which he opposed, and which was des- in his head ;-we do not exactly believe in phretined to fall to destruction before the hand of nology ; but his works prove to us, that there is Sadler. His Thoughts on Man, containing some want in his intellect which operates to conmuch that is eloquent, contain but little that is trol the impulses of his genius. profound; and we are sorry to find, that though The Whigs have had the kindness to give him his scepticism on the most vital points is not so a hundred a-year in some place in Somerset recklessly urged as in former days, it is scarcely House, which props his declining days. They abated. His historical work on the common- gave Mr. T. Macauley 10,000l. It is well. JULY, 1835-1
FROM THE FRENCH,
From the London Keepsake. On a cold and cheerless evening in the autumn THE DESERTED CHATEAU.
of 1816, as the notary of Vendome was preparing to retire to rest, a carriage drove hastily up to his
door; and word was brought him that the ComThere stands, about a hundred yards from the tesse de Merset desired his immediate attendance small town of Vendome, on the banks of the at La Grande Bréteche. She was not expected Loire, an old, lone, and weather-stained mansion, to live through the night, and had just received with tall gable-ends and elerated roof. What extreme unction at the hands of her confessor. has once been a garden, extending towards the Rumour said the comtesse and her lord had been river, lies in melancholy neglect around it; and living together in the most singular manner during there, the yew and the box-tree, which marked its the past six months. They gave admittance to winding alleys and formal terraces, once closely none, and the comtesse resided entirely in her and neatly clipped, now spread forth in over- own suite of apartments at one end of the mangrown luxuriance. Noxious weeds display their sion, while the comte confined himself to the rank but beautiful vegetation along the sloping other. But a short time before that, at which the banks of the stream; and the over-hanging fruit- notary was summoned to attend the death-bed of trees, having had the pruning-knife withheld the comtesse, the Comte de Merset had suddenly from them for the last ten long years, produce left the chateau, and gone to Paris, where, after but a scanty and ungathered crop. The espaliers leading a life, it was asserted, of great excess, he are grown in labyrinths; the walks, once graveled, had lately, died. On the day of his departure, the have become grassy, and their traces are nearly comtesse had caused the chateau to be almost enlost. Yet, from the top of the mountain, where tirely dismantled, most of the furniture, pictures, hang the ruins of the old chateau of the dukes of and tapestry burnt, or otherwise completely deVendome, the only height whence the eye may stroyed; and from that moment, had secluded penetrate into this inclosure, it is not difficult to herself within its walls, never emerging from recognise the pleasure-grounds and gardens which, them but to attend mass in the neighbouring in times past
, formed, perhaps, the chief pride church. She refused admittance to all who either and recreation of some ancient genileman of the from interest or curiosity called upon her; her old regime, devoted to the culture of his roses doors being opened to her confessor alone, whose and dahlias; and there, may be seen the remains visits were said to be long and frequent. It was of a rustic summer-house, with its moss-grown whispered among the gossips of the town, that seats and worm-eaten table. A sun-dial, whose she was also much changed in appearance; but pedestal is fast falling into decay, stands near the through the impenetrable black veil she wore entrance, with this quaint inscription;
when attending mass, the curious vainly strove
to ascertain whether this rumour was well or ill Fugit hora brevis.
founded. A sentiment that does not tend to decrease the While still in the prime of her youth and lovemelancholy associations which the sight of so liness, and one of the richest heiresses in Vendesolate and ruined a scene must awaken. The dome, the Comte de Merset had been fortunate chateau itself is much out of repair; the window- enough to gain her hand. The world had conshutters, always fast closed, exclude the air from stantly spoken of them as of an attached and the dismantled apartments, and the summer's happy couple, though it was hinted the husdew, the winter's snow, the damp and the dry, band's affection was of rather a jealous tendency; have combined to blacken the timbers, stain the but this might, or might not, be the fact, as it was ceilings, and discolour the paint. The doors are not easily susceptible of proof, and the gentle and never opened ; tall weeds have sprung up among engaging manners of the lovely comtesse won all the interstices of the flight of steps which leads hearts. The sudden change that had lately taken to the principal entrance of the building, and the place in her conduct, had not failed to raise fastenings are encrusted with rust. The silence many conjectures as to its cause; and by some, of this desolate abode remains unbroken, save by mariness had been assigned as a sufficient explathe twittering of the birds, which have built a nation. She was now dying, and no one had hundred nests in the balconies, or the voice of even heard she was ill; for she had herself refused the soliary vermin, now its sole inhabitants, that all medical aid, feeling, perhaps, her state too come and go in uninterrupted security. On a hopeless, to allow of human assistance proving of summer's evening, the owl may be heard hooting any avail. from the broken casements, as if to assert he was near midnight, when the notary reached right of possession; and the bat flaps its dark La Grande Bréteche, and ascended its dark and wings, like the evil genius of the place, among lofty staircase. Passing through various large the ivy, which hangs its pendants from the ruined and desolate apartments, wholly deprived of furwalls. There is neither life nor brightness about niture, or of the appearance of being inhabited, this deserted mansion; all is gloomy, and empty, cold, damp, and cheerless, around which the and silent. It seems as if an invisible hand had light held by the attendant threw a deeper shade, every where traced the word “Mystery!" It is, he at length reached the state chamber, where however, said to have been a small fier, and bears lay the dying comtesse, stretched on a bed whose the name of La Grande Bréteche: its history rich satin hangings and dark waving plumes being known but to few-those few shrink from shed so deep a gloom, it was some time before a further investigation into its dark secrets. the eye rested upon its tenant. One strong ray,
of light, however, from a lamp placed on a small