The figures, true to life, are all beautifully relieved, and cast with exquisite accuracy and skill. The heads of his friends, Titian and Aretius, together with his own, doubtless true to life, are upon this celebrated door. On the sides of the choir, before the high altar, are some beautiful basso relievos in bronze, illustrative of the scenes of the life of St. Mark. These are also by Sansovino, as well as the four elegant evangelists in bronze, standing near the high altar, facing the front entrance to the choir. The admirable ornaments in marble, gilt, and bronze basso relievo, upon the small altar at the extremity of the choir, are all by the same Sansovino. The canopy of the high altar is supported by four antique marble columns, richly wrought in basso relievo, and said to have been taken from the church of St. Sophia, Constantinople. Under the canopy, and beneath the high altar, is the tomb of St. Mark, said to contain his ashes. The fine marble statue of the apostle and the virgin, standing upon the altar screen, all much admired, are productions of the school of Pisa, in the fourteenth century. The Zeno-chapel contains an altar and a monument of a cardinal, all in bronze, of great beauty and excellence, said to be the productions of Pietro and Antonio Lombardo, and Leopardo. There, too, seated upon the altar, is Alberghetti's celebrated and much admired bronze statue of the Virgin. Her attitude is easy and graceful, and the expression of her countenance pure and devotional. On the left foot is a large bright brass slipper, on account of which it is called the Madonna della scarpa. The figures of St. Peter and St. John, standing on each side of the virgin, also in bronze, and somewhat larger than life, are noble and graceful. The elegant bronze columns, wreathed with vines, fruit, and flowers, and supporting the pediment over the altar, are beautifully done. For instance, that we have, instead Of vulgar chops and stews, and hashes, Or any such like learned fowl; Like young pigs whipp'd to make them tender. WILLIAM AND MARY HOWITT. (From the Derbyshire Courier.) HEANOR, (in Derbyshire) was the birth-place of William and Richard Howitt. The former of these is known to the literary world as the author of the delightful Book of the Seasons, The Rural Life of England, The Legend of Dale, &c. The latter as the author of The Gipsy King, and as contributor to Blackwood's Magazine. Both are still living. So little is known of this family, that we are tempted to give a few particulars about it. The Howitts have been for many generations considerable landed proprietors in Derbyshire. They appear to have been of the old school of country squires, who led a jolly, careless life, hunting, shooting, feast In the treasury of the church of St. Mark, we were shown a gold-covered case, said to contain the original manuscript of the gospel of St. Mark! But we could not prevail upon the priests, who conducted us about amongst the mysteries of the church, to open the case; consequently we were unable to see the manuscript, if indeed it was there at all-a fact which is much doubted, from the circumstance of its being written in Latin. By those who profess to the honour of having seen it, it is represented as in a damaged and tattered condition, and so obliterated and defaced by dampness, time, and negligence, as to be quite illegible. Indeed it is said to be impossible to decypher more than a very few detached words of it. Besides this cherished relic of the patron sainting, and leaving their estate to take care of itself as it might, of Venice, we saw in the treasury a great variety of trinkets common to the rich churches of Catholic countries; but generally all were of no particular interest to us, or value to any one, except for the intrinsic worth of the gold or other valuable material of which they were constructed. There were, however, in the collection, two beautiful gold candlesticks, in the rich Byzantian style, which were indeed gems. There were also some small vases of precious stones set in gold, and mount cups of the same material, which were curiosities. There was also the old state sword of Venice; and, by way of making the collection of St. Mark's treasury complete, the crown, globe, and sceptre, used at the late coronation of the emperor of Austria, at Milan, have been added, gems of which I should be inclined to think the Venetians have no very great reason to be proud. New York Mirror. ANACREONTIC. THE following, the latest production of the poet Moore, addressed to the Marquis of Lansdowne, shows that though by this time some fifty or by'r lady inclining to threescore, he retains all the fire and vivacity of early youth. It is full of those exquisitely apt allusions and felicitous turns of expression in which the English Anacreon excels. It breathes the very spirit of classic festivity. Such an invitation to dinner is enough to create an appetite in any lover of poetry. Some think we bards have nothing realThat poets live among the stars, so Their very dinners are ideal, (And heaven knows, too oft they are so :) and which of course fell into a steady consumption, and slipped away piecemeal. The grandfather of our author was of a most reckless, but not a resentful disposition. He married the daughter and sole heiress of Thomas Charlton, Esq., of Chilwell, in Nottinghamshire, with whom he received a large dowry; but it was soon spent, and this so exasperated the lady's father, that he cut off his own daughter with a shilling, and adopted a barrister of Lincoln's Inn, who happened to bear the name of Charlton, but who was no relative. In this family the Chilwell estate is still vested. The only legacy he left to his descendant was a large two-handled breakfast pot, out of which he consumed every morning as much toast and ale as would have become a baron of the fourteenth century. The son of the spendthrift, (the father of the poet) instead of being the proprietor of Chilwell, became a manager on part of the estate of the fortunate proprietor. He was of a very different stamp from his progenitors, and was enabled in some degree to restore the fortunes of his family and establish a handsome property. Those habits of prudence, sobriety, and good sense, for which his forefathers were any thing but remarkable, have always distinguished him. He is still living, at an advanced age, and is a fine, hale, athletic old gentleman, with white hair, and forcibly reminds the observer of a "fine old English gentleman, all of the olden time." His son William, the naturalist, poet, and antiquary, was born at Heanor, December 18, 1792, and is one of six brothers. He married Miss Mary Botham, of Uttoxeter, Staffordshire, whose name is now familiar to the public as the poetess, Mary Howitt. She is the authoress of the Desolation of Hyam, The Forest Minstrel, The Seven Temptations, Wood Leighton, and many other popular works. William Howitt formerly resided at Nottingham, but has since removed to Esher, in Surrey, and is now in Germany. Before he published his Rural Life of England, he travelled the country literally from the Land's End to the Scottish border, in order to make himself thoroughly acquainted with the manners and mode of life of the rural population. This book is eminently popular, and most deservedly so, from the nature of the subject, and the enlightened views which the author takes of society generally. Richard Howitt, (who, as we before stated, is rapidly rising into reputation,) and Dr. Godfrey Howitt, his brother, a most accomplished and devoted naturalist, emigrated to South Australia in 1840, but we believe that both are dissatisfied with their adopted country. Carieties. The Great Western Railway.-The receipts for passengers, merchandise, &c. conveyed upon the Great Western railway, in the week ending the 17th ult, exceeded by upwards of f6,000, the receipts of the preceding week, and by upwards | of £3,400, the takings during the Ascot race-week, which has hitherto been considered the most prosperous week during the year. The number of passengers who travelled by the railway during the week ending the 17th inst., was 60,467, and the receipts amounted to £20,627. The receipts for the Ascot race-week were £17,170; and the number of passengers, 51,343. The above increase may, in great measure, be attributed to the vast number of persons attracted to the great Agricultural Meeting at Bristol. The early train from the Paddington terminus on the 14th inst., conveyed the extraordinary number of 2,115 persons to Bristol and its neighbourhood. It consisted of upwards of forty carriages, and a large number of trunks and luggage-vans.-Times. Flowers, (says Mrs. Child, are the alphabet of angels, wherewith they write on hills and plains mysterious truths. Anonymous Assailants may be likened to the cuttle-fish, which employs the inky secretions it forms, as a means of tormenting its enemy, and baffling pursuit.-Lady Blessington. Avarice. An old caricature on avarice represents Old Nick carrying a miser down to his regions, and while on the way, the Gripus is making propositions to his majesty to supply him with coals. Consolation.-"Oh, my dear Sir," said a poor sufferer to a dentist, "that is the second wrong tooth you've pulled out!" "Very sorry, Sir," said the blundering operator, "but as there were only three altogether when I began, I'm sure to be right next time!" Pretty Good.-A lady said to a gentleman, who walked with her and her sister from church, " Why, it rains-send and get an umbrella." "Why, my dear," said the gentleman, you are neither sugar nor salt, and rain will not hurt you." "No," cried the lady, "but we are lasses." It is needless to say, the umbrella was sent for immediately.-P. Lowe's Bulletin. Arab Retort.-"Why do you not thank God," said Mauser to an Arab, "that since I have been your ruler, you have never been afflicted with the plague?" "God is too just to send two scourges upon us at once," was the reply; but it cost the speaker his life. A Modest Dun.-A tailor presented his account to a gentleman for settlement. "I'll look over your bill," said the gentleman. "Very good," said the tailor, "pray don't overlook it." True Philosophy.-Hein, a Dutchman, rose from a cabinboy to an admiral, and was killed in an action in which he was victorious. Their high mightinesses sent a deputation to condole with his mother at Delft. The old woman, paying no regard to their honours, or the honours done him, said"I always foretold Peter would perish like a miserable wretch as he was; he loved nothing but rambling from one country to another, and now he has received the reward of his folly." Supper-bill in Carinthia-Trout, roast ptarmigan, potatoes, bread, cheese, and a cup of coffee-eight-pence ! | Etourderie.-An ignoramus of an invalid, in describing his organic disease, stated that his physician had examined him with a telescope (Stethoscope.) Solar Spot-About half-way between the eastern edge of the sun's disc and its centre, a very beautiful dark spot may now be seen, travelling towards the right, accompanied by the usual luminous border, and may be distinctly seen, (when the atmosphere proves favourable,) with telescopes of moderate power, having the sight protected with a piece of dark-coloured glass. - Blackburn Standard, Jan. 15. Joe Miller's Jests originated in the author's (Mottley's) fits of the gout. The author also wrote a portion of the popular farce of the Devil to pay. Joe was such a favourite at court, that Caroline, queen of George II, commanded a play to be performed for Mottley's benefit, and the queen disposed of a great many tickets with her own hand at the drawing room, and most of them were paid for in gold. Complaisant Tide.-The captain of a vessel was recently called out of a coffee-house by a waterman, and thus addressed:-" Please your honour, the tide is waiting for you!" "Hide-and-seek," which we learn in our childhood, is all acted over again, in the business of life. The lawyer plays his hide and seek when he gets his client into the court of Chancery. The doctor plays his hide and seek when he administers his patent pills. The minister plays hide and seek when he leaves his flock without a shepherd. The merchant plays hide and seek when he parts with his goods without receiving the money. The mechanic plays hide and seek when he works by the job. Excessive Modesty.-A contemporary says he once knew a young lady who was so excessively modest, that she always wore green spectacles, because she objected to looking at gentlemen with her naked eyes !-Jonathan. Imitation.-A painter in New Orleans is such an excellent "imitator," that he painted a block of pine so exactly imitating marble, that when he threw it into the river, it instantly sank to the bottom! —Ibid. On the Death of a Lady. And trust her soul to Him A home on high; She waiteth there to welcome Thy mother's soul hath burst With yonder stars. Weep till the bow of promise Arches the tomb! Extremes. A miser grows rich by seeming poor, an extravagant man grows poor by seeming rich. The Boston Post says: "Marriageable ladies are called acaiting-maids !" The Thames Tunnel was opened on the 1st inst. for the first time, on the Wapping side of the river; when upwards of 500 visitors of all nations passed through the tunnel as far as the shaft on the Rotherhithe shore. LONDON SATURDAY JOURNAL. CONDUCTED BY JOHN TIMBS, THIRTEEN YEARS EDITOR OF THE MIRROR," and 66 LITERARY WORLD." No. 84. NEW SERIES.] SATURDAY, AUGUST 13, 1842. THE LONDON SEASON OVER. It is We find in an American work, the following lively picture of the sequitur to "the London Season." graphically descriptive of English high life, during the interim of that phase of fashion known as "the season' in the metropolis; and will, therefore, be read with peculiar interest at the present moment. "Parliament is, at length, up; and London gaiety ends, And tradesmen with long bills, and longer faces, Sigh as the post-boy fixes on the traces.' Every one who has the least pretension to fashion, hastens from town, as if the plague or cholera had suddenly appeared in its populous streets. As Lord Byron says:'The English winter ending in July To recommence in August now was done, On roads east, south, north, west, there is a run.' The Morning Post announces the departure of the noble lord and his family for his seat in the county of, as the shooting season is about to commence. His lordship, however numerous his estates, gives the preference to that where the best sport can be found. But, to enliven the solitude of the country, a select and numerous party of his fashionable and sporting friends are invited to join him. Dukes and duchesses, earls and countesses, foreigners of distinction.-Greek counts, and Polish princes, sporting characters, men of talent and literature, or those who wish to pass for such; poets, and hangers-on of every description, and frequently the last celebrated actress or singer, who has consented to warble a few notes at an enormous expense, -all follow in his train; some to amuse, and some to be amused; some to kill time, and others to kill birds; fortune-hunters and fox-hunters, some from the love of gaming, and others from the love of game. A French cook, an Italian confectioner, and a German courier, have been sent down to prepare for the reception of the guests. The country squires and their wives look out anxiously for the arrival of the nobleman and his London train: the ladies in the hope of seeing the last fashions and London airs, gay breakfasts and country balls; the gentlemen in the more substantial expectation of good dinners and choice wines. The villagers rejoice at seeing the curling smoke once more ascend from the chimney of the great house. The gamekeepers clean their rusty firelocks and shot-belts. The grooms look well to the condition of their stud; and the gardeners arrange their hothouses, conservatories, and pineries, for my lady's approbation. The family seat of an English nobleman usually combines ancient grandeur with modern elegance. The principal entries are guarded by gates of solid iron, with porters' lodges constructed with much taste; sometimes castellated, to suit the architecture of the house itself, or low Grecian buildings, with pilasters, entwined with jasmine and roses. The avenue winds through the park, which is a vast enclosure, frequently twenty miles in circumference, and adorned with scattered clumps of noble trees, which are the growth of centuries: And oaks as olden as their pedigree, Told of the sires, a tomb in every tree.' Summer-houses, cottage-ornées, and temples, are scattered in every direction. Perhaps a noble river winds its course through the grounds, with wooded banks sloping down VOL. IV. [PRICE TWOPEnce. ward to its brink; or a broad transparent lake, with scenery. Numerous herds of deer may be seen lying islands and pleasure-boats, adds to the variety of the and sweeping by to hide themselves in the thickest shade. under the forest-trees, or startling at the slightest sound, and plantations of vast extent; greenhouses and hothouses, Then there are the gardens with heated walls, shrubberies, is enjoyed by the proprietor of the estate. The flowers graperies, pineries, and aviaries. But little rural beauty have faded, aud the leaves almost grown yellow with the autumnal tint, before fashion permits him to pay any lengthened visit to his country-seat. Within the mansion are long suites of rooms, furnished with all the refinements of modern luxury; as Turkey carpets, low ottomans, damask hangings, and walls draped with silk, and panelled with mirrors; statues, vases, candelabra, tables of mosaic and or-molu; long galleries and huge halls, which retain a more ancient and feudal taste; the walls hung with family portraits, descended from generations long since passed away barons in steel, and ladies in antique court-dressesjudges in ermine, and generals in armour-beauties from the pencil of Vandyke and Sir Peter Lely—frequently mingled with paintings by still greater masters - as Claudes, Titians, and Salvators. It might be thought that from the heterogeneous mixture of guests assembled at the nobleman's mansion, little harmony would subsist among them. But there is one rule observed by the host, which is seldom broken in upon. He never interferes with the pursuits of his guests, but leaves them to follow the bent of their own inclinations, whether grave or gay. The man of literature and the sportsman follow their respective tastes, undisturbed. Here is a library for the studious, music rooms for the lovers of harmony; for the connoisseur there is the gallery of paintings, and billiards for those who prefer that amusement. Horses, readysaddled, are at the disposal of all who wish for exercise; and numerous servants are in waiting, to attend the call of those who remain in their apartments, and prefer their own society to that of others. If the morning be fine and fitter for the enjoyment of the chase, his lordship rises betimes, and joins the sportsmen. The court-yard now presents an animated scene: there are gamekeepers, gentlemen in shooting-jackets or hunting-coats, grooms gently exercising the hunters, greyhounds in leashes, pointers, &c. A substantial breakfast is prepared for the keen appetite of the sportsmen. The side-tables are covered with game, cold meat, and wine. A hasty breakfast is interrupted by the shrill blast of the horn. The huntsman rides round at the head of his yelling pack of hounds, cracks his whip, and calls each dog to order by name. The nobleman and his sporting guests hurry out, mount their hunters, and gallop after the hounds. But if the morning be dark and rainy, and no sport can be enjoyed out-of-doors, other amusements are resorted to. The breakfast-room is filled with idlers and loungers. The first interesting moment is the arrival of the newspapers and letters. The eagerness with which the bag is opened, and the avidity with which its contents are received, would lead one to suspect that, wherever the guests may have strayed, their thoughts are in London. As his lordship enjoys the same liberty that he leaves to his guests, he probably passes the morning in his apartment; H receives his steward, looks over his bills, listens to the force of Suetonius was composed of 'quartadecima legio, complaints of his tenantry, or consults his architect on cum vexillariis vicesimariis, et e proximis auxiliares.'— repairing or embellishing his mansion. Perhaps an hour Tacit. Annal. lib. xiv. So that, almost to the letter, the at billiards, or a visit to the stables, passes away the time place of this memorable engagement seems, by the distill luncheon, where the ladies meet to eat, and the gentle-covery of the above inscription, to be ascertained.” men to look at them; for no true gourmand will spoil his dinner by an intervening meal. (?) Still, the dinner-hour in the country is the time for sociability, when English reserve thaws, the company meet together, probably for the first time in the day, and the courteous host presides at his table with the cares of the morning erased from his brow. The large hall is brilliantly lit up, and a cheerful fire blazes in the grate. The tables and sideboards shine in all the luxury of massive gold plate, with the family arms emblazoned in every direction. The refined French cookery is mingled with more solid fare for the hungry sportsmen and the country squire. The conversation sparkles like the champagne; and brilliant wit, which has been bottled up all day, now flows unchecked. In the evening, the long suite of rooms is a blaze of light, and the delicate exotics of the conservatory shining in the light of the lamps, produce a kind of artificial summer. Music and dancing, cards and conversation, are resorted to by turns. The sportsmen recount their feats; the gourmand discusses the merits of the dinner; and the politicians sit in a nook apart, calculating the probabilities of a continental war. The company usually retire by midnight; the ladies to recruit their looks for the next London season, the gentlemen to recover their strength for the next pleasant battue, or fox-chase. When the sporting season is over, the guests disperse, and his lordship is left at liberty to dispose of his time, either in remaining to cultivate the acquaintance of his country neighbours, or in visiting his other estates. The Christmas festivities bring a renewal of country gaiety. A tour to the Continent frequently disposes of the remaining months, till politics and pleasure recal the noble lord to London." ROMAN LONDON. BATTLE BRIDGE. WE find the following details of a most interesting discovery in the Literary Gazette: “A Roman inscription has, within these few days past, been discovered at Battle Bridge, otherwise, by an absurd change of denomination, known as King's Cross, New Road, St. Pancras. This discovery appears fully to justify the conjectures of Stukeley, and other antiquaries, that the great battle between the Britons under Boadicea, and the Romans under Suetonius Paulinus, took place at this spot. Faithful tradition, in the absence of all decisive evidence, still pointed to the place by the appellation of Battle Bridge. The inscription, which in parts is much obliterated, bears distinctly the letters LEG. XX. The twentieth legion, it is well known, was one of the four which came into Britain in the reign of Claudius, and contributed to its subjugation. The vexillation of this legion was in the army of Suetonius Paulinus, when he made that victorious stand in a fortified pass, with a forest in his rear, against the insurgent Britons. The position is described by Tacitus; and antiquaries well know that on the high ground above Battle Bridge there are vestiges of Roman works, and that the tract of land to the north was formerly a forest. The veracity of the following passage of the historian is therefore fully confirmed: Deligitque locum artis faucibus, et a tergo silvâ clausum; satis cognito, nihil hostium nisi in fronte, et apertam planitiem esse, sine metu insidiarum.' He further tells us that the THE LITERARY WORLD. THE AUGUST MAGAZINES. MR. CHARLES DICKENS has addressed a very spirited and sensible letter "to the Editor of Bentley's Miscellany," on the iniquitous state of the law in America, in reference to the wholesale piracy of British works. It appears that Mr. Dickens having successfully mooted the subject in the United States, carried to Washington for presentation to Congress, by Mr. Clay, a petition from the whole body of American authors, earnestly praying for the enactment of an International Copyright Law. It was signed by Mr. Washington Irving, Mr. Prescott, Mr. Cooper, and every man who has distinguished himself in the literature of America: and it has since been referred to a select committee of the House of Representatives. To counteract any effect which might be produced by that petition, a meeting was held in Boston-the seat and stronghold of learning and letters in the United States, at which a memorial against any change in the existing state of things in this respect, was agreed to, with but one dissentient voice. This precious document deliberately stated, that if English authors were invested with any control over the republication of their own books, it would be no longer possible for American editors to alter and adapt them, (as they do now,) to the American taste! This memorial was actually received by Congress, but was indignantly replied to by Mr. Prescott, with the natural feeling of a gentleman, and man of letters, upon its extraordinary dishonesty; and Mr. Dickens calls upon all who are in any way connected with the literature of England, to take that high stand upon the matter, to which the nature of their pursuits, and the extent of their sphere of usefulness, justly entitle them; and to discourage the upholders of such doctrines, by every means in their power. Mr. Dickens himself has resolved, that he will never, from this time, enter into any negociation with any person, for the transmission across the Atlantic of early proofs of anything he may write; and that he will forego all profit derivable from such a source. We trust that Mr. Dickens's truly chivalrous example will be followed by the authors and publishers of this country so as to check the nefarious plunder now so extensively carried on by the editors and newspaper proprietors of the, United States; and we deeply regret that notions of honesty in America are almost as widely apart from those in Great Britain, as are the two countries themselves. Mr. Dickens's conduct in this matter is beyond all praise: whilst in America, he fought the good fight single-handed, and at immense risk of popularity; for in that great and free country, there is little freedom of opinion in opposition to that of the masses. Meanwhile, it behoves our legislators to look well to the protection of our literature at home, lest their laxity on the subject encourage these republican enormities abroad. By the way, it is worthy of remark, that the most active opponents of the new Copyright Bill have, with praiseworthy consistency, most extensively reprinted American works in this country! For such persons to talk of the interests of literature is sheer nonsense; for their eyes and hearts are too steadily in their ledgers and tills, to care for anything but the contents. We notice, with pleasure, that Bentley's Miscellany maintains "vantage ground" against its imitative com enshrined, petitor. "Don't be sure, or the Disasters of a Marriage- | And in that massive pile of brow sit thought and power day," is by a new hand, and the best of Bentley's recent introductions. 66 "Mr. Ainsworth's Miscellany," (what next?) does not The editor's namesake at Manchester, who improve. "does the heavy business," is a very prosy person. A paper on the Kensal-green Cemetery is liberally illustrated : it is a most feeble production, consisting of epitaphs and inscriptions copied from the tombs in the cemetery, and by no means well chosen. The writer has not even displayed his usual taste, which is by no means first rate; and we hope this failure will not prevent a more competent hand describing the English Père-la-chaise. The continuation of the editor's "Windsor Castle," is promised next month: whether its absence be matter of condolence or congratulation it were hard to tell. To atone for it, we have "The Miser's Daughter" unsparingly doled out: but why does Cruikshank illustrate both the Ranelagh and Vauxhall Gardens, which are like as one pea to another? By this resemblance we are reminded of some stinging remarks in the Quarterly Review, on "the mass of periodical trash which is now poured out upon us in a still increasing flood-each monthly issue more worthless than the last. How such works can be tolerated by the public, is matter of absolute wonderment. Were their vulgarity and vice redeemed by any talent, any development of character, any graces of language, our surprise would be less; but nothing can be conceived more entirely devoid of any literary merit, than the mass of these works. They are written in a clumsy, matter-of-fact, jog-trot style, with about as much life and fire as would suit an engineer's report on a railway and in their mode of dealing with their staple commodities, they are immeasurably inferior to the Newgate Calendar or Police Reports; for they have none of that truth of detail which gives life to those more elevated productions. The writers of this class have one and one only device for obtaining popular favour, that of conglomerating crimes. Every page must have its two or three catastrophes; and they dibble in their atrocities one to every twenty lines, as regularly as if they were planting cauliflowers. With them every thing depends on the abundance of blood and brains-not their own, certainly; and provided the murders, robberies, rapes, treasons, trials, and executions are sufficiently numerous, and they can get some poor artist to prostitute his pencil for their illustration, the sale is sure to be extensive, and the minor theatres lose no time in dramatising the new master-piece." For example, Richard Savage is about to be dramatised from Bentley's Miscellany, for the audiences of "the Surrey," and the wights of St. George's Fields. : The Metropolitan is rife as ever with nouvellettes, in which it is prolific beyond its contemporaries. Their morality is unexceptionable, and this Miscellany may be placed on any drawing-room table, without the chance of raising the blush of its most sensitive readers. Fraser's Magazine, in the hands of its new publisher, has lost its political leaven, and this is a gain to the readers. The papers in this month's number are mostly smart, but scarcely rise above that degree of merit. "My Life and Times, by Nimrod," will lead some persons to think that the writer has as many lives as an animal that need not be named. The following "Fragment of a Ballad," is spirited : : The will, the fire, the constancy, that make th' Almighty's mind. And this it was the chorus, from voices frank and bold, reign. is led. And we, his gallant comrades, every choicest bliss shall share, The wine-cup ever flowing, the bright banquet, and the fair. And this it was the chorus, from voices frank and bold, Hurra! hurra! right on we sail for glory and for gold!' The Eagle was a captive, but he spreads his wings again; His flight to the land of light, across the sounding main. The waves rejoice beneath him, the stars their influence shed; And Fate and Fortune own the power by which their might His eye is on that blazing sun to which our course we steer, With hope and heart uplifted high, and with no touch of fear. And this it was the chorus, from voices frank and bold, 'Hurra! hurra! right on we sail for glory and for gold!'" From one of the papers on London life, which is now the joint-stock of our Magazines, we quote the following revelations :-" Comparatively few are aware of the extent. to which smuggling is carried on in the port of London. Multitudes derive their whole subsistence from it. There is a Jew who has supplied the clerks in the public offices of London with smuggled cigars. That they are really smuggled, there cannot be the slightest doubt; for the same cigars which he supplies at 20s., a respectable tobacconist cannot sell for less than 30s. or 35s. I know a Portuguese, who supports himself and family solely by smuggling cochineal in the crown of his hat. It is singular to observe the light in which truly excellent and moral men view this crime. They never seem to reflect it is an obvious fraud, and as undoubtedly an act of theft as picking a pocket. When George IV. dined at Holyrood Palace in the metropolis of Scotland, he called for whiskey, and added, "Give me the genuine usquebagh, and none of your parliamentary wash!" Godfrey Malvern mellows in its fifth part: the scenes of metropolitan misery, and hand-to-mouth existence, are powerfully painted. Alack: "although the arm of charity girdles England in her embrace, she knows not all that she enfolds! The dear mother, who clasps all her numerous offspring at once, sometimes squeezes those in the middle too tightly :-let her know that ye are hurt!" MORNING. BY MRS. H. W. RICHTER. "As the morning spread upon the mountains."-Joel ii. 2. The "fleeting form of happiness" pursue, |