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such, that he would soon come to be the greatest capitalist in Europe. Why life should be wearisome to him we do not know, because, though, in the course of a few centuries, he might become pretty intimately acquainted with all the world, not excepting Timbuctoo, the capital of Central Africa, still succeeding ages would always bring a new set of beings, and new discoveries in the arts and sciences. Besides, knowing that he could not die, he could never be foolish enough, as some authors have supposed, to attempt suicide. Would there not be something

ludicrous in an angel attempting to cut his throat with a razor, or swallowing laudanum, or hanging himself up by the neck? and what greater reason have we so to libel a sensible man like the Wandering Jew, as to suppose him such a spoon as to throw himself into the crater of a volcano only to be thrown out again, or over a precipice only to have a few bones dislocated, for a surgeon to reset, or into the sea only to be picked up again, after a thorough ducking? In a battle, it is true, he might expose himself to all kinds of danger, and he would certainly be an ugly customer in the way of a raw recruit; but this would only be exercise and amusement to him, and he might safely seek for reputation even at the cannon's mouth. Such being our conscientious opinion of the probable habits and pursuits of the Wandering Jew, we cannot sympathise with the poetess who paints him all forlorn, and ever intent to conceal his real name and character, which, when disclosed, brings down upon him contempt and misery. Mrs Norton introduces us to him at a time when he was residing in Spain, under the poetical name of Isbal, and when he was very much in love with a young lady called Linda. To her he recounts some of his previous adventures, which are all of an amatory nature, and it certainly appears to us a little against etiquette, that he should endeavour to amuse his flame for the time being by a description of his flames in times past. It seems, that in all of these he had been unfortunate, principally because he had made it a rule not to mention that he was the Wandering Jew, and that in general, not only the lady herself, but all her friends and relations looked upon themselves as having been scandalously deceived and grossly ill treated, the moment they made the discovery. Towards the conclusion of the poem, Linda, who has more sense than to take offence at his being the Wandering Jew, consents to fly with him from Spain to Ireland, (rather a sinking in poetry,) but they are shipwrecked on their way, poor Linda is drowned, and Isbal is left in a very droukit condition on the seashore.

Although we have thus spoken rather lightly of the design or conception of Mrs Norton's poem, we must talk more seriously when we come to consider the execution of many of the different parts. We have already said that Mrs Norton's mind is full of the elements of poetry, and this is obvious, not only from various passages thickly scattered through the "Undying One," but perhaps still more so from the greater proportion of the miscellaneous pieces which she has subjoined. Mrs Norton's style is, upon the whole, more like that of Mrs Hemans than of Miss Landon; but she does not imitate either of these ladies, and cannot be accused of resembling them, more than one lady's poetry commonly does that of another. It ought also to be mentioned, that Mrs Norton, in the volume before us, exhibits a talent for comic writing of no mean kind, particularly in the "Description of a Lost Friend," which we formerly quoted, and the "Recollections of a Faded Beauty," which we would quote also, were it not too long. We have thus another fact, in confirmation of what may almost be stated as a general rule—that the most delicate sensibility is usually conjoined with the most acute perception of the ludicrous.

From the "Undying One" we shall make two extracts, which will show the truth of what we have mentioned, that many of the detached passages possess great beauty. We shall entitle the first

THE WIDOWER.
"I saw the widower mournful stand,

Gazing on the sea and the land ;
O'er the yellow corn and the waving trees,
And the blue stream rippling in the breeze.
Oh! beautiful seem the earth and sky-
Why doth he heave that bitter sigh?
Vain are the sunshine and brightness to him;
His thoughts are not with the moaning sea,
His heart is heavy, his eyes are dim;
Though his gaze be fix'd on it vacantly:
His thoughts are far, where the dark boughs wave
O'er the silent rest of his Mary's grave.
He starts, and brushes away the tear;
For the soft small voices are in his ear,
Of the bright-hair'd angels his Mary left,
To comfort her lonely and long bereft.
With a gush of sorrow he turns to press
His little ones close with a fond caress,
And they sigh-oh! not because Mary sleeps,
For she is forgotten-but that HE weeps.
Yes! she is forgotten-the patient love,
The tenderness of that meek-eyed dove,
The voice that rose on the evening air,
To bid them kneel to the God of prayer,
The joyous tones that greeted them, when
After a while she came again-
The pressure soft of her rose-leaf cheek—
The touch of her hand, as white and weak
She laid it low on each shining head,
And bless'd the sons of the early dead:
All is forgotten-all past away

Like the fading close of a summer's day;
Or the sound of her voice (though they scarce can tell
Whose voice it was, that they loved so well)
Comes with their laughter, a short sweet dream-
As the breeze blows over the gentle stream,
Rippling a moment its quiet breast,
And leaving it then to its sunny rest.
But he !-oh! deep in his inmost soul,
Which hath drunk to the dregs of sorrow's bowl-
Her look-and her smile-the lightest word,
And never may hear on earth again,
Of the musical voice he so often heard,
Though he loved it more than he loved it then-
Are buried-to rise at times unbid,
And force hot tears to the burning lid;
The mother that bore her may learn to forget,
But he will remember and weep for her yet!
Oh! while the heart where her head hath lain
In its hours of joy, in its sighs of pain;
While the hand which so oft hath been clasp'd in hers
In the twilight hour, when nothing stirs
Beat with the deep, full pulse of life,
Can he forget his gentle wife!
Many may love him, and he, in truth,
May love; but not with the love of his youth:
Ever amid his joy will come

A stealing sigh for that long-loved home,
And her step and her voice will go gliding by
In the desolate halls of his memory!"

We select, almost at random, for the poem is full of such passages, the following lines:

THE LOVE OF MAN COMPARED WITH THE LOVE OF WOMAN.

"To look upon the fairy one, who stands
Before you, with her young hair's shining bands,
And rosy lips half parted ;-and to muse,
Not on the features which you now peruse,
Not on the blushing bride,-but look beyond
Unto the aged wife, nor feel less fond:
To feel, that while thy arm can strike them dead,
No breathing soul shall harm that gentle head:
To know, that none, with fierce and sudder strife,
Shall tear thee from her, save with loss of life:
To keep thee but to one, and let that one
Be to thy home what warmth is to the sun;
To gaze,

and find no change, when time hath made
Youth's dazzling beauty darken into shade,
But fondly, firmly, cling to her, nor fear
The fading touch of each declining year :-
This is true love, when it hath found a rest
In the deep home of manhood's faithful breast.

To worship silently at some heart's shrine,
And feel, but paint not, all its fire in thine:

To pray for that heart's hopes, when thine are gone,
Nor let its after coldness chill thine own:

To hold that one, with every fault, more dear
Than all who whisper fondness in thine ear:
To joy thee in his joy, and silently
Meet the upbraiding of his angry eye:
To bear unshrinking all the blows of fate,
Save that which leaves thy sorrow desolate:
Nor deem that woe, which thou canst feel it still
Borne with him, and for him: through every ill
To smile on him,-nor weep, save when apart;
God, and God only, looks into thy heart:
To keep unchanged thy calm, pure, quiet love,
If he, inconstant, doth a new one prove;
To love all round him as a part of him,

Ev'n her he worships; though thine eye be dim
With weeping for thyself-to pray that not
One cloud may darken o'er their earthly lot:
With the affection of true hearts, to see
His happiness, which doth not hang on thee:-
Oh! this is woman's love-its joy-its pain;
And this-it hath been felt-and felt in vain."

To these specimens we shall add two of the miscellaneous pieces. The subjoined stanzas are characterised by a simple pathos, and might be set to music with excellent effect:

I WAS NOT FALSE TO THEE.

"I was not false to thee, and yet
My cheek alone look'd pale;

My weary eye was dim and wet,
My strength began to fail.

Thou wert the same; thy looks were gay,
Thy step was light and free;

And yet, with truth, my heart can say,
I was not false to thee!

"I was not false to thee, yet now Thou hast a cheerful eye;

With flushing cheek and drooping brow, I wander mournfully.

I hate to meet the gaze of men,

I weep where none can see;

Why do I only suffer, when

I was not false to thee?

"I was not false to thee; yet oh!

How scornfully they smile,

Who see me droop, who guess my woe,

Yet court thee all the while.

'Tis strange! but when long years are past, Thou wilt remember me; Whilst I can feel until the last,

I was not false to thee !"

Our last is our best quotation. It is a poem which would do honour to Mrs Hemans herself, and is alone sufficient to prove that Mrs Norton is entitled to a high place among her fair contemporaries :

RECOLLECTIONS.

"Do you remember all the sunny places,
Where, in bright days, long past, we play'd together?
Do you remember all the old home faces,
That gather'd round the hearth in wintry weather?
Do you remember all the happy meetings,
In summer evenings, round the open door-
Kind looks, kind hearts, kind words, and tender greetings,
And clasping hands, whose pulses beat no more?
Do you remember them?

"Do you remember all the merry laughter;
The voices round the swing in our old garden;
The dog that, when we rau, still follow'd after;
The teasing frolic, sure of speedy pardon?

We were but children then, young, happy creatures,
And hardly knew how much we had to lose-
But now the dreamlike memory of those features
Comes back, and bids my darken'd spirit muse.
Do you remember them?

"Do you remember when we first departed
From all the old companions who were round us,

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The Nature and Properties of the Sugar Cane, with Practical Directions for the Improvement of its Culture, and the Manufacture of its Products. By George Richardson Porter. Smith and Elder. London. 1830. 8vo. In this age of diffusion of useful knowledge, when there is not a civilized family in Great Britain that does not subscribe to Constable's Miscellany, nor a Highlander wandering among the wildest of our Scottish mountains, who has not heard of the venerable Principal of our College, and his educational schemes, it is naturally expected that every man, woman, and child should know something of every thing they eat, drink, see, hear, wear, or touch; and exercising, as we do, a sort of paternal care over the intellectual well-being of our beloved subscribers, we deem it right frequently to introduce into our columns information that may not only be useful to the man of science, but to every enlightened mind enjoying itself in the calm and sequestered retreat of domestic life. In our literary bouquet of this week, we herewith present, along with many other sweets, a brief notice of the Culture of the Sugar Cane. Let the Englishman enjoy his roast beef-the Scotchman his haggis-the Highlander his oat cake-the Irishman his potato-and the Hindoo his rice; but peace be to the manes of that illustrious sage, of "happy memory," whether he was an Indian or a Persian, a Greek or a Phœnician, a Jew or a Gentile, who was first inspired with the thought of cultivating that useful vegetable product! To this pious prayer there is not a lady, old or young, married or unmarried, in England, Scotland, Wales, or Berwick upon Tweed, who will not say, from the bottom of her heart, "Amen!" The Norwegians may celebrate their pines, the Syrians their palms, and the natives of Madeira their cedars and their citrons; the enthusiastic lover of forests, with Evelyn in his hand, or with his sentiments written on his heart, may recline "beneath the shade of melancholy boughs," admiring the majesty and beauty of trees that have withstood through ages the storms of summer and the blasts of winter, but commend us to the sugar cane-a plant dull and unadorned to outward sense, but when duly understood, of richest essence and rarest virtue.

Let us depart for a moment to the East or West In

The

looks before the crop begins, and a month or six weeks after.' The Cochin Chinese consume a great quantity of sugar; they eat it generally with their rice, which is the ordinary breakfast of people of all ages and stations. There is little else to be obtained in ail the inns of the country but rice and sugar; it is the common nourishment of travellers. Cochin Chinese not only preserve in sugar all their fruits, but even the greater part of their leguminous vegetables, gourds, cucumbers, radishes, artichokes, the grain of the lotus, and the thick fleshy leaves of the aloe. They fancy nothing is so nourishing as sugar. This opinion of its fattening properties has occasioned a whimsical law. The and show, are allowed a sum of money with which they body-guard of the king, selected for the purposes of pomp must buy sugar and sugar-cane, and they are compelled by law to eat a certain quantity daily. This is to preserve the embonpoint and good looks of those soldiers, who are honoured by approaching so near the person of the king; and they certainly do honour to their master by their handsome appearance. Domestic animals, horses, buffaloes, elephants, are all fattened with sugar-cane in Cochin China. Sugar has been found to be an antidote to the poison of verdigris, if taken speedily and in abundance; and, unlike many other organic substances, its nutritious qualities are not liable to change, from the operations of time or season."

dies to the native soil of this plant, and let us examine one of the finest specimens from Brazil, or one of the larger of the Otaheitan variety described by Dutrone. The cane, as in reeds and other gramineous plants, has a knottý stalk, and at each knot, or joint, there is a leaf and an inner joint. The number of these joints vary from forty to sixty; there are often as many as eighty in the Brazilian, but fewer in the Otaheitan cane. They also differ much in their dimensions,-are short or long, large or little, straight or bulging; and several of these differences are sometimes found in the same species. The rind consists of three distinct parts: the rind, properly so called, the skin, and the epidermis. The rind is formed of sap vessels ranged in a parallel direction, on a compact circular surface. The skin, which is very thin, is at first white and tender; it then becomes green, then yellow as the joint approaches to maturity, the period of which is shown by deep red. The epidermis is a fine and transparent pellicle, which covers the skin, and is almost always white. All the leaves, excepting the three first radicals, are divided into two parts by a nodosity, which is about half an inch broad. The texture of its skin is softer, darker, and thicker than the other parts of the It is not in our power to give further extracts; but we leaf. A channel for rain is formed on its upper part, can conscientiously recommend this important and exceland this fold is at the same time a barrier against extra-lent work, not only to the attention of those more partineous bodies, and protects the young joints, at the time cularly interested in the subject, but of the public geneof their developement, from the attacks of insects, which rally. might otherwise destroy them. In the language of the Botanist, the flower is bivalve; the valves are oblong, acute-pointed, concave, and chaffy; it has three hair-like stamina; the length of the valves terminated by oblong summits, and an awl-shaped germen supporting two rough styles crowned by single stigmas. The germen becomes an oblong acute-pointed seed, and is invested by the valves.

This description of the sugar cane is abridged from the interesting volume before us, which presents us with a full account of its nature and properties, and the methods of manufacturing its juice. We regret we cannot extract those portions of the book which relate to its history, the description of the sugar mills, and the method of refining it, &c.; but they are too long for our purpose, and at the same time so interesting, that we cannot curtail them. We subjoin a shorter passage, but one no less entitled to attention :

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MEDICINAL AND NUTRITIOUS PROPERTIES OF THE
SUGAR CANE.

"Dutrone calls sugar the most perfect alimentary substance in nature, and the testimony of many physicians establishes the fact. Dr Rush, of Philadelphia, says, in common with all who have analyzed it, that sugar affords the greatest quantity of matter of any subject in nature.' Used alone, it has fattened horses and cattle in St Domingo for a period of several months, during the time when the exportation of sugar and the importation of grain were suspended from the want of ships. The plentiful use of sugar in diet is one of the best preventives that ever has been discovered of the diseases which are produced by worms. Nature seems to have implanted a love for this aliment in all children, as if it were on purpose to defend them from those diseases. Sir John Pringle tells us, that the plague has never been known to visit any country where sugar composes a material part of the diet of the inhabitants. Dr Rush, Dr Cullen, and many other physicians, are of opinion, that the frequency of malignant fevers of all kinds has been lessened by the use of sugar. Dr Rush observes, that, in disorders of the breast, sugar is the basis of many agreeable remedies, and it is useful in weaknesses and acrid defluxions in other parts of the body. The celebrated Honchin recommends Eau Sucre for almost every malady. Dr Fothergill was very anxious that the price of sugar should be sufficiently moderate, to render it accessible to the mass of the people. From experiments made by some eminent French surgeons, it appears to be an antiscorbutic; and this is confirmed by wellknown facts. A writer from India observes,- The comfort and health arising to a poor family from a small patch of sugar-cane, exclusive of what the jaggry may sell for, can only be known to such as may have observed them in the time of cutting the canes, and noted the difference of their

The Miscellaneous Works of Philip Doddridge, D. D.
With an Introductory Essay. By the Rev. T. Morell,
of Wymondley College. In one Volume, 8vo.
1216. London. Joseph Ogle Robinson. 1830.

Pp.

THIS is a complete and elegantly printed collection of Dr Doddridge's works. With the exception of the Family Expositor, it contains every work which he composed with a view to publication. They are neither few nor unimportant to the religious world. In 1730, Dr Doddridge appeared for the first time in the character of an author. Strickland Gough had published a pamphlet, in which he attributed the decay of the dissenting interest to the deficient education of its ministers. In our author's tract, entitled, "Free Thoughts on the most probable means of reviving the Dissenting Interest," he admits the justice of many of Gough's views, but shows that the decay was more especially owing to a relaxation of the religious ardour which had occasioned the first dissent. continued to publish, at intervals, a series of sermons on From this period, down to the year 1743, he various important subjects. In that year he took the field, for the only time in his life, as a controversialist. A work had appeared, under the title, "Christianity not founded on Argument," apparently one of that numerous class, which are so completely absurd, that it baffles the most discerning to see exactly whether they are effusions Dr Dodof frenzied enthusiasm, or covert mockery. dridge exposed in three letters, which followed each other in quick succession, the hollowness of this writer, and vindicated rational Christianity. In 1745, appeared the work which has contributed most of all to spread his reputation-" The Rise and Progress of Religion." In 1747, he published his "Memoirs of Colonel Gardiner ;" a book which, to a degree of romantic interest attaching to it, adds the recommendation of being at once a manual of practical piety, and an authenticated statement of a most extraordinary psychological phenomenon.

There can be little doubt that the strict religious principles in which Gardiner was educated had long been struggling for the ascendency in his mind, and insensibly growing stronger. His occasional complaints of unhap piness, though he had all he wished at his command, and was in perfect health, his power of deep and fervent prayer in the hour of danger, even the exaggerated character of his profanity when laughed at for this as a weak

ness-all these are proofs that his religious feeling had attained nearly its full stature, and that all that remained was for himself to confess its mastery. As little doubt can there be that the miraculous appearance of a crucified Saviour, which he believed himself to have seen, was a dream. By his own account, his attention was not fixed upon the book in his hand, nor does he appear to have been thinking steadily of any thing else. His mind was in that state in which a train of rapidly-succeeding ideas offer themselves faintly to the consciousness, too lazy to apprehend them—a state of mind but one degree more alert than sleep, and which, if indulged in for any time, never fails to end in it. According to the Colonel's owning of the dangerous subject of Gardiner. statement, it was in the moment between the close of this state and the commencement of a state of complete insensibility, that he saw the figure of our Saviour on the cross, surrounded by a glory, and heard a voice say reproachfully, “O, sinner! did I suffer this for thee, and are these the returns?" Now, it is well known that the moment of transition from the state of reverie into that of dead, A Vindication of the Religion of the Land from Misrepredreamless sleep, can never be remembered,-that men of sentation; and an Exposure of the Absurd Pretensions Gardiner's habits of life are subject, when sleeping in an of the Gareloch Enthusiasts, in a Letter to T. Erskine, uncommon and uneasy posture, to revulsions of blood, Esq., Advocate. By the Rev. A. Robertson, A. M. which cause them to start into wakefulness under strong Pp. 305. Edinburgh. W. Whyte and Co. 1830. impressions of vague alarm,—that he possessed the power of reproducing vividly the images of external objects, and THE numerous publications on the Row Heresy, tempt was an habitual dreamer,—and that, having lived much us to exclaim with Macbeth, when the descendants of in Catholic countries, the image which he describes must Banquo passed in succession before him,- What! will have been familiar to him. In addition to these circum- the line stretch out to the crack of doom? Another yet?'— stantes, it must be remembered that he says expressly, In truth, we are heartily tired of this subject. In our “a visible representation of the Lord Jesus Christ”—i. e. notices of several respectable brochures on both sides of he recognised the lineaments under which he had been the question, we have said enough to put our readers accustomed to image our Saviour to himself, and which fairly in posses-ion of its merits; we are not disposed to must have been suggested by pictures or statues. With follow up the subject any farther, and even already we regard to the words addressed to him, there are two have given it, perhaps, more room in our columns than things worthy of note.' In the first place, he was not confi- its importance deserves. For this reason we abstain from dent whether the address "was an audible voice, or only a reviewing the meritorious publication before us at such strong impression on his mind equally striking;" secondly, length as we should have done had Mr Robertson's little the address was equivalent to a figurative expression, work appeared at an earlier period. His argument is, much in vogue with the sect among whom Gardiner was we think, both full and conclusive; but the leading doceducated, "crucifying Christ anew by our sins," which trines of the heresy which he attacks have been already is never understood by them as a literal truth, but which, satisfactorily confuted by each and all of the dozen docin the confusion of a dream, might easily blend itself with tors in divinity who have broached a sermon or a sixthe image of the crucifix. We believe that most of our penny pamphlet upon the subject. Under these circumreaders would have acknowledged this miraculous vision to stances we would scarcely have mentioned the present have been but a dream, even without this minute analysis volume at all, but for its full and very interesting Appenof its parts. Nor should we have entered into it, had we not dix, which gives us authentic information concerning the felt that, allowing Gardiner's ripeness for conversion; and late strange proceedings of Miss Mary Campbell, her paallowing what he thought he saw to have been but a dream, trons, friends, coadjutors, and dupes. Mr Robertson dethere is yet something behind utterly inexplicable upon any serves our thanks for his exposure of the ridiculous prepsychological or physiological principles with which we are tensions of these people. The Gareloch heresy has at acquainted. His constitution had naturally an ardent ten- length reached that point where it ceases to be very misdency towards sensual pleasure, and long habits of unre- chievous-when accidental delusion is mingled with vostrained indulgence had confirmed this propensity. So in-luntary deception, and it becomes difficult to determine vincible was this inclination, that he had been used to say "that Omnipotence itself could not reform him, without destroying that body, and giving him another;" and in after-life he expressed himself, in reference to the same subject, "I thought nothing but shooting me through the head could have cured me of it." Yet, from the moment of his dream, all the undue strength of these desires withered away. It is in this sudden change of constitution, without any concomitant change of his state of health, that the mystery seems to lie-a mystery which we confess ourselves unable to resolve upon any natural principles.

field, he seems to grow in stature and in strength. But the especial reason why we think him likely to be useful at the present moment, is his utter want of fanaticism and spurious enthusiasm. The doctrines now so rife among us are but a revival of those against which he and his great teacher Calamy so faithfully combated. They are no inspirations from above: they are the vague and floating whispers of animal passion-the maudlin vivacity of intoxication. We know of no better sedative for such as have inhaled this fashionable " gas of Paradise," than the calm and truly Christian spirit which breathes throughout the writings of Doddridge, even when treatWhen we

turn from him to our Millennarians and Universalists, it is like turning from Elijah's sacrifice, on which fire bas fallen from heaven, to the invocations, vain as they are frantic, of the priests of Baal.

The last work prepared by Dr Doddridge for the press was a tract, "On the Importance of Family Religion." His academical" Lectures" and " Hymns" were posthumous publications. He died, October 26, 1751, in the 50th year of his age.

We regard this publication as peculiarly well timed. Doddridge was no giant either in imagination or intellect. But in extent and depth of religious experience he has never been surpassed. When expatiating in that

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where enthusiasm ends, and knavery begins.
fatuity urged these deluded creatures to steer their frail
vessel full upon a rock which has so often proved fatal to
imposture? It is perilous to stake the credit of a false
doctrine on miracles; yet it is strange how eagerly they
have been pressed into the service of imposture from the
time of Al Mokanna the " Moon-maker," down to the
lunatic attempts of the veiled prophets of Fernicarry and
Port-Glasgow. The Gareloch delusion cannot now exist
much longer without dishonesty; and indeed, judging by
the facts submitted to us in the present volume, we sus-
pect that the dishonesty is already at work. We now
look upon the heresy as of little danger to the public,
though not a little impious in its professors. We trust
that all controversy as to the doctrines of universal pardon,
&c. is fairly at an end for the present, till they have ob-
tained in their favour that evidence upon which the Gare-
loch apostles, male and female, are so desirous to rest
them; and that friends and foes will henceforth confine
themselves, if they shall think proper to persevere in
bringing the subject before the public, to recording the

cures, deciphering the scrawls, explaining the jargon, and watching the behaviour, of these arrogant pretenders, and their ignorant, conceited, and contemptible adherents.

We take our leave of Mr Robertson, with an expression of respect for his talents, and with the hope of soon meeting him on a subject of more general importance.

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An Outline of the Sciences of Heat and Electricity. By Thomas Thompson, M. D., Regius Professor of Chemistry in the University of Glasgow, F. R. S., London and Edinburgh, F. L. S., F. G. S., Member of the Cambridge Philosophical Society, of the Cambrian Natural History Society, of the Imperial Medico-Chirurgical and Pharmaceutical Societies of St Petersburg, of the Royal Academy of Sciences at Naples, &c. &c. London Baldwin and Cradock. Edinburgh; William Blackwood. 1830. 8vo. Pp. 583.

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it down as a principle, not to refer to the sources from: which he obtains his poetry. Notwithstanding, however, the evident partiality for us which the volume displays, we shall not hesitate to say that it is an amusing. and useful compilation, and as such, wish it plenty of readers and purchasers.

Cruikshank.

FINE ARTS.-Illustrations of Popular Works. By George
Part I. London. Longman, Rees,
Orme, and Co. 1830.
The Real Devil's Walk. Not by Professor Porson. De-
signs by R. Cruikshank. With Notes and Extracts
from the Devil's Diary. London. Effingham Wilson.
1830.

Landscape Illustrations of the Waverley Novels. Parts
I. II. and III. London. Charles Tilt. 1830.
Illustrations of the New Comic Annual for 1831. Lon-
don. Hurst, Chance, and Co.

where.

WORKS Connected with the Fine Arts, either upon a large or a small scale, are, now-a-days, oozing out everyWe have put at the head of this article a few of those which have been laid on our table this week. The Illustrations of Popular Works contains six capital caricatures by George Cruikshank, who is, after all, the genuine Simon Pure, and not the least like his brother Robert, or any of his numerous imitators. The sub

DR THOMPSON has many years enjoyed so high a reputation in the scientific world, that any new volume from so gifted a pen cannot fail to possess a more than ordinary claim to the attention of the public. His System of Chemistry, in particular, is a standard elementary work, the popularity of which, in this and other schools of science, has been a pretty certain test of its excellence; but, as every branch of chemistry, both at home and abroad, has been so zealously cultivated within the last few years, it was reasonable to expect that much has recently been accomplished which might be added with ad-jects he has selected are, 1st, The Combat between Rovantage to the previous researches of Doctor Thompson. The volume he has now published may be considered as a new and enlarged edition of the first part of his System of Chemistry; and presents us with a full view of the lectures on heat and electricity which he annually delivers in the College of Glasgow. We have first an outline of the important doctrines of heat, and next an exposition of the general principles and laws of electricity. This second part on electricity is published to fulfil a promise he gave to the public many years ago. "I have withheld it," he observes, "thus long, from an unwillingness to encroach beyond what was absolutely necessary on the pecuniary resources of the students. This second part, instead of an abridgement, constitutes, in fact, an extension of my lectures on electricity." Such being the subject-matter of the volume before us, we need only farther inform our scientific readers, that this new work of Dr Thompson's is, in every respect, creditable to the distinguished author. It is written in a clear and condensed style, and presents us with a variety of tables, and references to scientific works, which cannot fail to render it an acceptable book to all those who engage themselves in these interesting studies.

The author informs us, that he is preparing for the press as complete a view as he can draw up of the simple substances, and their primary and secondary compounds. This will be followed, with as little delay as possible, by a work on Mineral Waters, Mineralogy, and Geology; another work on Vegetable Chemistry, and another on Animal Chemistry, which will complete his plan. We are inclined to augur favourably concerning the merits of each of these works, and advise the Doctor to fulfil his intentions quamprimum.

The Polar Star of Entertainment and Popular Science, and Universal Repertorium of General Literature. Vol. IV. London. H. Flower. 1830. 8vo. Pp. 421. Ir we praise this book, we may be accused of praising | ourselves, for it contains twenty-four different extracts from the Literary Journal,—a much greater proportion than from any other of the numerous Reviews and Magazines it lays under contribution. Of these extracts, thirteen are unacknowledged, but these are chiefly poetical pieces, and the editor of the Polar Star seems to lay

derick Random and Captain Weazel, from Smollett; 2d, The Vicar of Wakefield preaching to the Prisoners, from Goldsmith; 3d, Ten Broeck, or the Ten Pair of Breeches, from Washington Irving; 4th, The Family Picture, from Goldsmith; 5th, Anthony Van Corlear playing the trumpet to Peter Stuyvesant, from Washington Irving; and 6th, The Devil carrying off the Exciseman, from Burns. With all of these we have been highly amused, but more especially with the two from Washington Irving and the last. Ten Broeck was a Dutchman, who never wore fewer than ten pair of breeches, which, on one occasion, were instrumental in saving his life; for, having fallen into the sea, they buoyed him up until he landed safely on a rock, where he was found next morning busily drying his many breeches in the sunshine. And here we have him on the identical rock, stripped to his flannel drawers, and all his breeches bleaching before him. Even in his present condition, he is a most portentously fat fellow; what he must be when rejoicing in the investure of his ten breeches, it is almost beyond the power of the most exuberant imagination to conceive. A boat is coming out to him, but he heeds it not, for his whole soul is en grossed with the most pious care of his breeches.--Anthony Van Corlear was the matchless trumpeter of New Amsterdam, but he excited the jealousy of the governor, Peter the Headstrong, who summoned him into his presence, in order to ascertain whether his fame was wellGovernor; whereupon Anthony put his instrument to founded."Let us have a relish of thy art,' quoth the his lips, and sounded a charge with such a tremendous outset, such a delectable quaver, and such a triumphant cadence, that it was enough to make your heart leap out of your mouth, only to be within a mile of it." And here we have the little fat Dutch trumpeter blowing his blast with an air of exquisite coxcombry, and the wooden-leg

ged governor gazing upon him with his keen and fiery

The look and eyes, quite electrified with astonishment. attitude of the trumpeter are so admirable, that you feel at once no earthly trumpeter ever equalled Anthony Van Corlear.—Last comes "joy's ecstatic measure”—the Devil dancing away with the Exciseman! Here he is, old Mahoun, the black, naked rascal, with his great horus, and tiger mouth, and cloven hoofs, and a fiddle under his chin, on which he is playing a merry spring, and bis tail sticking out behind like a long iron pole, with a hook at the end of it, from which hook dangles the unfortunate

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