Nothing can be more surprising and beautiful than the singular clearness of the water of the northern seas. As we passed slowly over the surface, the bottom, which here was in general a white sand, was clearly visible, with its minutest objects, where the depth was from twenty to twenty-five fathom. During the whole course of the tour I made, nothing appeared to me so extraordinary as the inmost recesses of the deep Where thus unveiled to the eye. The surface of the ocean was unruffled by the slightest breeze, and the gentle splashing of the oars scarcely disturbed it. Hanging over the gunwale of the boat, with wonder and delight 1 gased on the slowly moving scene below. the bottom was sandy, the different kinds of asteria, echini, and even the smallest shells, appeared at that great depth conspicuous to the eye; and the water seemed in some measure to have the effect of a magnifier, by enlarging the objects like a telescope, and bringing them seemingly nearer. Now creeping along, we saw, far beneath, the rugged sides of a mountain rising towards our boat, the base of which, perhaps, was hidden some miles in the great deep below. Though moving on a level surface, it seemed almost as if we were ascending the height under us; and when we passed over its summit, which rose in appearance to within a few feet of our boat, and came again to the descent, which on this side was suddenly perpendicular, and overlooking a watery gulf, as we pushed gently over the last point of it, it seemed almost as if we had thrown ourselves down this precipice; the illusion, from the crystal clearness of the deep, actually producing a sudden start. Now we came again to a plain; and passed slowly over the submarine forests and meadows, which appeared in the expanse below; inhabited, doubtless, by thousands of animals, to which they afford both food and shelter, animals unknown to man : and I could sometimes observe large fishes of singular shape, gliding softly through the watery thickets, anconscious of what was moving above them. proceeded, the bottom became no longer visible; its fairy scenes gradually faded to the view, and were lost in the dark green depths of the ocean." As we BONAPARTE ON CRANIOLOGY.-"I contributed very much to the discredit of the theory of Gall. Corvisart was his principal follower. He, and all who resemble bim, had a great attachment to materialism, which was calculated to strengthen their theory and influence. But nature is not so barren. Were she so clumsy as to make herself known by external forms, we should go to work more promptly and acquire a greater degree of knowledge. Her secrets are more subtle, more delicate, more evanescent, and have hitherto escaped the most minute researches. We find a great genius in a little hunchback, and a man, with a fine commanding person, turns out to be a stupid fellow. A big head, with a large brain, is sometime destitute of a single idea, while a small brain is found to possess a vast understanding. And observe the imbecility. of Gall. He attributes to certain protuberances, propensities, and crimes, which are not inherent in nature, which arise solely from society and the compact of mankind. What becomes of the protuberance, denoting thievery, where there is no property to steal;-of that indicating drunkenness, where there are no fermented liquors, and of that characterising ambition, where there is no social establishment? "The same remarks apply to that egregious charlatan, Lavater, with his physical and moral relations. Our credulity lies in the defect of our nature. It is inherent in us to wish for the acquisition of positive ideas, when we ought, on the contrary, to be carefully on our guard against them. We scarcely look at a man's features before we undertake to ascertain his character. We should be wise enough to repel the idea and to neutralize those deceitful appearances. I was robbed by a person who had grey eyes, and from that moment am I never to look at grey eyes without the idea of the fear of being robbed? It was a weapon that wounded me, and of that I am apprehensive | wherever I see it, but was it the grey eyes that robbed me? Reason and experience, and I have been enabled to derive great benefit from both, prove, that all those external signs are so many lies; that we cannot be too strictly on our guard against them, and that the only true way of appreciating and gaining a thorough knowledge of mankind is by trying and associating with them. After all, we meet with countenances so hideous, it must be allowed, that the most powerful understanding is confounded. and condemns them in spite of itself."Las Cases. NATURAL PHENOMENON.-A gentleman at Harwich, alluding to the account of the piece of money found in an egg, states the following as fact: "In July 1822, the wife of the man who superintends the decoy ponds in the parish of Great Oakley, near this town, took an Egg from a hen's nest, in which was a remarkable discoloration: she kept it about a week, and, upon breaking it, observed something within alive, which so alarmed her that she let it fall, and ran for her husband, who was close by, and immediately came and found lying on the ground, surrounded with the contents of the Egg, an animal of the Lizard species alive, but incapable, from weakness, of getting away. The contents of the egg were fœtid, it contained a very small portion of yolk, with the albumen, not more than sufficient to half fill the shell. Hearing of this strange incident, I sent for the man, who fully corroborated the above, and produced the animal, which proved to be a common Land Swift, speckled belly, about four inches in length, nothing remarkable in its form, except its hind legs being longer than usual: it died shortly after being out of the egg. The man has it dried, for the inspection of the curious, and will with his wife, who are honest creditable people, make oath of the above." LUDICROUS MISTAKE.-" Our title of General was once very strangely mistaken, and by no less a personage than the celebrated King of Prussia, Frederic II. It happened thus: "A great intimacy and friendship, private as well as political, subsisted between the late Lord Ash(Mr. D- -g) and Colonel Barré. They travelled to the continent together, and chanced to arrive at Berlin or Potsdam (I forget which) exactly at the time of a grand review. Being particularly desirous of seeing it, they found means to be presented to the King on the very ground; as two Englishmen of distinction, and members of the British Parliament. Colonel Barré as Colonel Barré, and D-g as the King's Solicitor General. Frederic knew enough of Colonels and Generals, to be caught by the sound of such titles, never dreaming that in this particular instance they were not equally military. War-horses, richly caparisoned, were immediately offered to the English Colonel and General, and of necessity accepted. The Colonel rode like a Colonel, but the General no better than any other Solicitor-General, and very unlike what the Prassian troops and Frederic himself had been accustomed to see in the field. The horse besides on which he rode, being under the same mistake as his royal master, was not sparing of his military movements, to the no small embarrassment of his law-full rider, who being quite unused to such actions, had a hard difficulty to keep his seat, and in going through the various maneuvres, which he had no means of controlling, afforded considerable amusement to the company at large."-It matters not who. TITLES." All distinctions by attributes, whether in the concrete or abstract, are hazardous, and likely to run into incongruities. Of the Ducal Archiepiscopal Title of Grace,' for instance, which is of this nature, what shall we say? I know what it betokens; Gratia, decor, Venustas, &c.: but how strange it would appear to say to a Duke or an Archbishop, will your' comeliness, beauty,' or 'fine mien,' do me the honor of dining with me? I shall be proud to wait upon your Felicity,' or Becomingness.' "If the Title imply that the high personages themselves are really Graces,' we fall into greater difficulties; for, mythologically speaking, what Duke or Archbishop could wish to be taken for Aglaia, Thalia, or Euphrosyne, the daughters of Bacchus and Venus?” LINES TO Oh! who could gaze upon that eye For what are words ?-but empty sounds- That speaks directly to the heart; 'Tis nature there herself express'd, Chester, April, 1823. LINES, L. B. Addressed to W. Smyth, Esq., Author of English Lyrics. BY A LADY. "They tell me, Muse, (O! words of fear,) "Tis ruin thus thy Lyre to hear, "That thou hast smiles that but deceive me; "That idly while thy power inspires, "My mind consumes, my life retires-. "They tell me, Muse, that I must leave thee.” English Lyrics, Part II. Shall the Bard, whom the charms of Maria inspire, Or pensively turn to the sea-beaten shore, Shall he let his Harp lie neglected, unstrung? Or to Wisdom attuning, in votive acclaim, Hem your fugitive round with a magical spell, Yet soft-why this terror? away with such pains! And "Pity," "Benevolence," "Laura," "The Bee," And the heart is refined by each strain that He sings. THE ANSWER. Strain of delight, how sweetly breathed! ON ACCUMULATION. his wants? The one is at constant pains to There is scarcely any one effect of accumula-the other whose fortune is already made can be no longer gratified with the object of accution by which a man can benefit himself,- -or at least attain to that prospect of pleasure which a mulation, but his riches open a thousand doors to mortification and distress-while poverty hasty and premature view holds out. All men seem perfectly to understand the nature of accu- smiles with satisfaction on the humble means of mulation, and suppose that the bare heaping to-realizing a subsistence, unaccompanied either by I am not attempting to gether of the objects of certain wants and desires solicitude or remorse. is the true end of comfort; and this they risk prove that poverty is preferable to high preferwithout coming to know the consequences which ments, or that the latter are inseparable from a such occupations might produce. As men's dis- state of disquietude and care; but most men positions and occupations vary, so do their will think with me that, inasmuch as regards wants. The miser seeks only after the accumu- the accumulation of possessions, those are most lation of riches-the soldier after that of his enjoyed which are least easily attained, and when trophies and badges of honor-and the Squire's most needed, and on this consideration the enhighest ambition is in collecting together a joyments of an indigent state can seldom be surpassed by those of a rich one. greater number of hounds than his neighbour. each All these pursuits are widely different, yet fancies himself on the high road to happiness ;— and if one can count his gain-another tell his campaigns and a third shout halloo, surrounded with his dogs in full chase, he will never think his hours too tedious, nor his journey too long. And so it is with every man: each labours only to increase one certain train of objects which lay nearest his heart, and without which he would be miserable. It is the spring of his happiness to be ever on the pursuit. But no sooner is this pursuit rendered unnecessary by the full attainment of its object, than the bright chimera of his expectations only discovers itself to him as an ignis fatuus, that deluded his imagination and blasted his hopes. No accumulation of any kind can ensure happiness, but on the contrary it empoisons the sap of contentment, and frequently proves too burthensome for life to bear. Evils of this magnitude are daily under our observation, but like most other forewarnings, prove only fulsome and unavailable, and from which we turn away with disgust. The accumulation of riches, when done through avaricious motives, is assuredly fraught with the weightiest evils, as it invariably proves an abettor to farther and more earnest desires, without satisfying the parsimonious and niggardly spirit which prompts such research. It behoves every one to avoid contracting penurious habits, or to endeavour to direct his views to objects where the effects of his accumulation may be beneficially felt. Contentment is the most powerful remedy against the invasion of such a spirit-but even this, when contrasted with the enjoyments of the latter, presents but a bleak and unhappy prospect. To a miserly disposition, whose every joy dances on his profits and receipts, no persuasion could induce habits of contentment. If men would but weigh the different states of riches and poverty, carefully and openly calculating on the good and evil arising from each, it may safely be conjectured that individuals would see the destructiveness of the miser; and that such a character would be looked upon rather as a prodigy than as one of a numerous sect. It requires no argument to convince men that every condition of life brings with it a train of peculiar pleasures and distresses. That this was equal in all, would not be so easily comprehended by them,-for riches, which can procure any pleasure and almost as easily dispense with any misfortune, will certainly put a man in a more opportune and convenient means for supplying his wants. Human nature shrinks from poverty, and scorns her aspect. But who can affirm that a beggar finds less pleasure in the accumulation of his daily pittance, than a lord whose revenue far exceeds It is better to be poor in riches, than rich in bad principles. Habit, example, and fortitude concur in supporting us under the former-but the latter forms an insuperable barrier to our happiness, and deprives us of the purest enjoyment of reflection, viz. the certainty of possessing a good conscience. Avarice is one of the most detestable of vices; Quid non mortalia pectora cogis VIRG. There are other objects of accumulation E. Save that in yonder solitary pile, The specious salesman (to himself) complains, For them no cooks the viands choice prepare, Their homely joys and destiny obscure; The short and simple annals of the poor." The grace of beauty, and the gauds of dress, The varied workings of the lowly loom! Nor you, ye rich, consider these unmeet, If fashion o'er their limbs no vesture throws, Bestow the meed to worth and virtue due? Perhaps in yonder garret high, is mew'd, Some head which Genius proudly calls his own; Full many a face of manly beauty bright, The dark and narrow lanes and courts contain; The rending shouts of wondering mobs to draw, And be an Alfred in the nation's eyes, Their lot forbad, nor circumscrib'd alone Their future greatness, but their steps confin'd, Condemn'd to walk unknowing and unknown, And bless with industry their fellow kind. The biting pangs of poverty to hide, To quench the wishes for a better fate; Yet even these have failings like the best, J. A. CORRESPONDENCE. TO THE EDITOR, your Sir,-A perusal of "Review of Macardy's Evidences of Christianity,”* led me to purchase that work in January last; and an advertisement with two recommendatory extracts having appeared in the Iris of last Saturday, I am induced to trouble you with a few corroboratory remarks. The Author's reason for undertaking the work is explicit," That a work of this nature is much wanted, no friend to Christianity will deny. The illustrious Bonnet complained that Christian advocates were too prone to dissertation; and to which I add-their candour is in reality, little short of indifference —To it, I attribute much of our present formality, coldness, scepticism. The infidel chooses a bold, nervous style-the advocate, temperate, supposititious replication. What is the consequence? The latter obtains a few nice, considerate, logical converts; whilst the former gains a host in every rank and class of society." The justness of these observations will be immediately acknowledged by every mau who has, with a view of founding his belief on an immovable basis, investigated our popular evidences. And, I must here confess, that Macardy's was the first conclusive, satisfactory treatise I ever met with.-His proofs are striking, comprehensive, and well arranged; and the whole work is admirably calculated to remove the doubts of the intelligent inquirer, and to confirm him in an unequivocal belief of the Gospel Dispensation. The style is worthy of the subject, and the original matter is, throughout, marked with just discernment, and manly eloquence. Indeed, the plan and execution of the work are alike meritorious-they are equally characteristic of the talent and powers of the writer. I am, &c. Manchester, 13th May, 1823. T. G. The Review alluded to was by a popular literary gentleman of Sheffield, whose initial it bears. TO THE EDITOR, SIR,-Whilst seated the other night, as usual, before ray blazing fire, with the plentiful supper board on the table, and the life of Lorenzo d' Medici, which I had been perusing, on my left hand side, I fell into a sort of dreaming reverie, and found myself wandering on the classic shores of Italy, with the whole paraphernalia of statues, books, manuscripts, and medals, floating, as it were in panoramic procession, before my delighted eyes. At the very moment I fancied myself on the entrance to the palace of Lorenzo, I was arrested by a warbling which seemed to fill the vast space where I stood, and to rivet my guide to the spot; the notes were sweet, but the tune melancholy; and, when I would have approached to discover the source of this melody, I started from my seat, and awoke!-Judge of my disappointment when, instead of my intelligent guide, I discovered my old housemaid, standing in an attitude, which conveyed to me well the state of her mind. She, with a low courtesey begged to know my commands, and hoped that I was not seriously indisposed. "It was all a dream," said I, "but no, what sweet notes are those, and who is the divine creature that can warble so charmingly?" Only a friend," replied she, "who has called upon me." I then begged that the door should be left open, and that her companion might not be disturbed, but rather urged to continue her musical recreation. As she sung on, I endeavoured to take down the words, and found it no very difficult task, so sweetly yet so distinctly every syllable flowed from her lips. The first appears to be a new version of the beautiful song" Flow, Flow, Cubana." and so pathetic was her manner, that I seemed rivetted to the spot-it ran as follows: Strike, strike once more that melancholy strain, No more with it shall Cambria's halls resound! The other was set to the tune of the old, but no less afterwards he was promoted to the Mastership of that beautiful song-"Over the mountains." Far o'er yon mountains deep cover'd with snow, Longing she looks for my coming to shelter her, Give but one morsel, 'twill ease all my pain; Give me some clothing to cover her starving limbs, Then my good friends I'll ne'er trouble again. Such were the two pieces that she sang, and, as the hall door closed upon her, I heard a promise that she would return in a few evenings, and take tea with them. How I longed to see the creature who had afforded me but so much delight, I painted her as the most hold, I shall mayhap see her, and that ere long; then you shall hear my report, and, should I be able to copy any more songs, you shall have them from Liverpool, 1823. BIOGRAPHY. IGNOTO. ANECDOTES OF SIR ISAAC NEWTON. Sir Isaac Newton was the only child of Mr. John Newton, who had a small paternal estate near the little village of Woolsthorpe, about half a mile west from ford and Grantham, by the daughter of a gentleman Coltersworth, on the great north road between Stamwhose name was Ayscough, who also lived in Woolsthorpe, and was Lord of the Manor. Sir Isaac was born in the year 1642, and when a boy he was sometimes employed in very servile offices. He often watched the sheep; and it is reported that a gentleman once found him reading a book on practical geometry; and that upon asking him some questions, he discovered such tokens of uncommon genius that he applied to his mother, and strongly urged her to take the boy from the field, and give him a good education; offering to assist in his maintenance, if there should be occasion. It is not probable however, that if such an offer was made, it was ever accepted, for in the rolls, or records, which are sometimes read at the court-leets in Grantham, mention is made of Mr. Ayscough, Isaac's maternal grandfather, as guardian or trustee of Isaac It is therefore reasonable to beNewton, under age. lieve that Isaac had a provision under his mother's marriage settlement, and that his grandfather took care of his education. But, however this be, he was sent to the grammar school; and, as is well known, he afterwards pursued his academic studies in Trinity College, Cambridge. His father died while he was yet a lad; and his mother married a second husband, whose name was Smith, then rector of North-Witham, a parish adjoining Coltersworth, by whom she had a son and some daughters, who afterwards intermarried with persons of property and character, of the names of Barton and Conduit. The manor of Woolsthorpe, with some other property, descended to Sir Isaac upon the death of his grandfather Ayscough; and he made some purchases himself; but the whole was inconsiderable, for his estate in that neighbourhood, at his death, amounted only to £105 per annum. He went to College in the year 1660; and in 1664 took the degree of Bachelor of Arts. In 1667 he was chosen Fellow, and took the degree of Master of Arts. In November, 1669, Dr. Isaac Barrow resigned the mathematical chair to Sir Isaac: and in 1671 he was elected Fellow of the Royal Society. In 1686 the privileges of the University being attacked by King James the Second, Sir Isaac appeared among the most hearty defenders, and was, on that occasion, appointed one of the delegates to the High-Commission Courts. In 1688 he was chosen one of the Members for the Convention Parliament, in which he sat till it wg dissolved. His merit was now so well known to Charles Montague, afterwards Earl of Halifax, that when he undertook the great work of recoining the money, he fixed upon Sir Isaac as his assistant, and in 1696 appointed him Warden of the Mint, in which employment he did very signal service to the nation. Three years office, a place worth £1500 per annum. Upon this promotion he appointed Mr. Whiston his deputy in the Mathematical Professorship in Cambridge, giving him the full profits of the place, which too he procured for him in 1703. The same year he was chosen President of the Royal Society, in which chair he sat twenty-five years, till the day of his death. Sir Isaac's principal residence in town was in a house at the corner of Long's Court, in Saint James's Street, Leicester Fields; upon the roof of which he built a small observatory. He died in Pitt's Buildings, Kensington, March 20, 1727, in the 85th year of his age; and was interred near the entrance into the choir of Westminster Abbey, where a stately monument is erected to his memory, with an inscription upon it, drawn up with consummate elegance. This account, however brief and imperfect, may confute some errors which those who have written the life of Sir Isaac have fallen into One author represents Sir Isaac's father as the eldest son of a baronet; but if this had been true, Sir Isaac, who was the only child of his father, would have had an hereditary title; whereas it is notorious, that the honour of knighthood was not conferred on him till 1705. Neither is it true that the family were opulent. The son of his father's. brother was a carpenter, whose name was John Newton: he was afterwards game-keeper to Sir Isaac, and died at the age of sixty, in 1725. To Robert, the son cended, as his heir at law; and Sir Isaac's personal of this John, Sir Isaac's estates in Woolsthorpe desthe children of his mother by her second marriage, and estate, which was very considerable, was shared among their descendants. THE ALPS. From Italy, a Poem, by S. Rogers. Who first beholds those everlasting clouds, A something that informs him 'tis a moment Nearing them more and more, day after day, A strange delight, mingled with fear, came o'er me, Great was the tumult there, Now the scene is changed; But now 'tis past, VARIETIES. COGGESHALL FACETIE.-In perusing your 1, 2, 3 to 11 Coggeshall facetiæ, most of which I well remember being played off many years ago by the cocknies against those wise men of the East the Coggeshalians. I was much disappointed at your omitting two which for native ingenuity, are surely, though now they appear the last, not the least conspicuous. On some general public rejoicing, it was rumoured through the town, that Colchester on the appointed Evening would be brilliantly illuminated. Many of the haut ton wishing much to have a view of this rarely occurring spectacle, set their wits to work how it could be managed that the loyalty of their ancient town should not be impeached, and, at the same time, the inhabitants not disappointed of this jaunt to Colchester. It was at last resolved in Solemn Conclave, that to enable the good people to enjoy themselves at Colchester during the night, Coggeshall should be illuminated during the day-time. 13. When the mania of Volunteering was at its height, the valorous Youth of this town not to be behindhand in patriotic spirit with their neighbours, agreed to form themselves into a Corps of Cavalry but wishing their military to interfere as little with their civil occupations as possible made the following prudential-Sine qua Hon. That they never should be ordered to march beyond 8 miles of the town, nor within 3 miles of the enemy. CIVIS. NICE DISTINCTION.-An old gentleman of the name of Gould having married a very young wife, wrote a poetical epistle to a friend, to inform him of it, and concluded it thus: "So you see, my dear Sir, though I'm eighty years old, A Girl of Eighteen is in love with old Gould." To which his friend replied. "A Girl of Eighteen may love Gould, it is true, POLITICAL DISTICH.-On Lord Rockingham's becoming Minister during our disputes with America, a declaratory Bill being brought into the House of Commons, which was judged to be too tame by the adverse party, the following distich appeared in the papersYou had better declare, which you may without shocking 'em, That the Nation's asleep, and the Minister Rocking 'em. A SOVEREIGN." Though not perhaps to be reckoned amongst puns, yet the names of things as well as persons, are liable to very odd perversions, I do not like the name of our gold coin the Sovereign on this account. We need be careful of not incurring the charge of High Treason, by our common expressions concerning it. How strangely the following must sound to any loyal ear : "I have got a dreadfully bad Sovereign. "I wish I could change my Sovereign. "I am sure the Sovereign I have got is not worth twenty shillings. "I have but half a Sovereign. "And how many of His Majesty's most devoted subjects, if they were to speak their minds freely, must cordially and daily wish, to have more Sovereigns than one. "To console however the friends of Monarchy, we may be just as certain that every person in His Majesty's dominions would rather have one, than none." LONDON GAS-LIGHTS.-The length of streets already lighted with gas in London is 215 miles; and three principal companies light 39,504 public lamps, and consume annually about 33,158 chaldrons of coal. STRANGE APPROPRIATION.-A magpie built her nest, in 1821, in a tree sixteen feet high, and brought forth five young ones; in 1822 a hawk brought forth four young ones in the same nest, which were taken by Mr. Grant, game keeper to H. Peirse, Esq.; and this year, 1823, a wild-duck has taken up her residence in the same nest, and deposited ten eggs. METEOR-On Friday night, the 2nd instant, exactly at eleven o'clock, a fiery meteor of considerable magnitude, resembling in shape a large kite, was observed (says the Carlisle Patriot) in the heavens, travelling with great velocity in the direction from south to north. In its progress it emitted a vast number of sparks from its tail, and so brilliant and vivid was the reflection caused thereby, that the streets of this city and the surrounding country were illuminated in a very extraordinary degree. It finally separated into distinct masses, without any explosion. WONDERFUL DISCOVERY.-"A subject in itself didactic and critical, admits neither the charms of the beautiful, the corruscations of the surprising, northe emportement of the sublime."-A less circumscribed course of reading would have taught the author otherwise! CRITICISM. When the reader has investigated, balanced, viewed, and reviewed every particular, his opinion may be candid and impartial."! It may indeed!And he will have afforded ample proof that he is a patient investigator, balancer, viewer, and reviewer!! TECHNICALS." If the character of a Poet be con centrated within a single line, it has been the result of painful analysis. It is hoped that no precipitate judgment will be formed with respect to the decision that is made." These technicals, with the effervescences and efflorescences so frequently met with, prove that the bler in theoretical chemistry! writer or his TUTOR must be a chemist-at least a dab DEIFICATION."The apotheosis of a character is the work of a century; and even the estimate of genius should pass seven times through the furnace of criticism, before it can appear without dross and alloy."! This is profound and unaspiring!! SCIOLISTS." Peculiar predilections for some particular author, and a circumscribed acquaintance with the Poets, will necessarily induce a warmth of partiality, which, more general perusals would at once moderate and cool. He who has read Thomson's Seasons,' often speaks with as invincible dogmatism and supercilious animadversion as if he had read Chaucer and Spenser; or rather, I may more justly observe, as if he had never seen them "! See Eustace St. Clare's Beauties of English Poetry-Manchester Iris for 1823, page 3!! WAVERLEY.-The unknown author of Waverly is elected member of the Roxburgh Club, and we believe it is understood, that, in case this mysterious person should be found wanting, when called upon, his chair is to be occupied by Sir Walter Scott. ANECDOTE OF LORD BYRON.-In front of Newstead Abbey, (ten miles from Nottingham,) the seat of the Byron family, is an elegant monument, erected by Lord Byron, the Poet, to the memory of a favourite Dog.-Near it, were formed three vaults, which were also prepared by his Lordship.-In one of them are deposited the remains of his favourite Dog, and in the other two, his Lordship intended his own remains and those of a favourite servant to be also interred, when the hand of death closed their earthly career. The following Inscription was placed on the Monument. "Near this Spot Are deposited the Remains of one Strength, without Insolence, And all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. Which would be unmeaning Flattery, if inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a Just Tribute to the Memory of Who was born in Newfoundland, May, 1803, THE DRAMA. MANCHESTER DRAMATIC REGISTER, From Monday May 12th, to Friday May 16th, 1823. REPOSITORY OF GENIUS. "And justly the Wise-man thus preach'd to us all, "Despise not the value of things that are small."Old Ballad. The following beautiful Charade is attributed to the late C. J. Fox, Esq. My first doth affliction denote, Which my second is destined to feel; My whole is a sure antidote, That affliction to sooth and to heal. The following appeared in the Periodicals sometime ago, and the answer escaped the notice of some Ladies, who, beg a reply from your Correspondents. My first is cnt, ADVERTISEMENT. Theatre Royal, Manchester. Last week of the Company's Performing this Season. MR. W. REES has the honour to announce that his BENEFIT will take place on WHIT-MONDAY, May 19th, 1823, and although his long and continued indispo sition has deprived him of the pleasure of following the duties of his profession, yet he trusts the entertainments he has selected, will be found worthy of that patronage which it has always been his study to deserve. The entertainments will commence with the admired Play of THE CURFEW. After which (by particular desire) the favourite interlude, entitled AMOROSO, King of Little Britain. Amoroso, Mr. W. REES, (his first appearance these six weeks) which character he will attempt (for this night only) in IMITATION of Messrs. KEAN, KEMBLE, and MUNDEN. The whole to conclude with the Popular Melo Drame of the MILLER AND HIS MEN. Tickets to be had of Mr. W. REES, 13, Richmond-Street; of Mr. ELAND, at the Box Office, where places may be taken; and at the IRIS OFFICE, St. Ann's-Square. TO CORRESPONDENTS. Humphrey Plausible appears to be a shrewd impertinent fellow. But, on consideration, we are inclined to receive his communication as a pure irony; in which case, we shall only dub him a pleasant, ingenious trifler.-Why, Mr. H. P. should we pirate from au unpublished Novel?-Are our readers as impatient for its plot, as the Cornhill tribe are said to be for a first intimation of the decision of a long-pending battle ?-Or, is the mere plot at all interesting or necessary The admirers of Sir Walter will peruse Quentin Durward for themselves, however copious our extracts; and readers who have no taste for the original, will hardly deign to dip into even a pirated chapter!--This, Mr. H. P. was, and is, our opinion; and it induced us to pass over the extracts alluded to with a smile of pity and contempt, and a passing remark, as to the disappointment that would arise to these garbling forestallers, should the great unknown interpose, and block up their illicit medium.--And that this, Mr. H. P. has really turned out to be the case, is to us a source of great self-gratulation; inasmuch as it shows the correctness of our judgment, disappoints the host of continuers, and chastises their anreflecting edrontery. L. B.'s favours are received.-Our quizzical and very loving friend is somewhat too severe.-Having despatched the work in question with unqualified censure, would not a further similar notice of it be highly indecorous and illiberal?-We are satisfied with our legitimate province, and having discharged the duties incumbent upon us, unless they are gratefal and entertaining, a recurrence is avoided.-We heard of the preposterous puff so pointedly animadverted upon; but think its weakness and fallacy too gross for reprehension.— See our commented "varieties." Barythymia is unavoidably deferred till next week, owing to our engraving of St. Mary's Spire. Lines on a fallen leaf; To Morrow; A. Z.; H. R.; A Translation from the French by G; and Quiz ;-are received. N. W. 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[On reference to the advertisement in our last page, it will be seen that Quentin Durward is published; and we lose not a moment in presenting our readers with an analysis and specimens of the work, as given in the Literary Gazette of Saturday last. We at the same time notice with peculiar satisfaction how spiritedly this respectable periodical animadverts upon the flimsy puff, and disingenuous conduct of some contemporary Journals.-See our address to "Humphrey Plausible," in "NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS last week.-ED.] Quentin Durward. By the Author of Waverley, &c. 3 vols. London, Hurst Robinson and Co. THE first volume of this work, dishonourably obtained (as we are assured,) has furnished some Journals with long articles, and a prolific cause for bragging of their priority of intelligence and immense circulation. Such priority far be it from us to contest-such circulation may it never be our lot to know; for we cannot steal, and to beg we should be ashamed. The homely adage of "the more haste the worse speed," has been completely verified in this instance; and though disgusted with the quackery which has made a moonshine mountain of a partial knowledge most equivocally obtained and discreditably used, we should evince a poor sense of the established character of our work with its extensive influence and consequent power, and a strong suspicion of stupidity in the public, were we to employ more breath in blowing away these bubbles. An admirable Introduction, in the Author's very best manner, brings us to this novelty from his pen, a picture of foreign manners towards the end of the fifteenth century. And well is it contrasted with this introductory outline of those of the beginning of the nineteenth, in which the interesting portrait of a restored Emigrant of the old Court is one of the happiest ever drawn even by the master of Waverley. The nature and humour of this outwork would detain us, had we not ample occasion to adduce similar qualities in the main fortress; suffice it to say, that in the ruined Chateau of Hautlieu the history of Quentin Durward is said to have been found. SATURDAY, MAY 24, 1823. to an inn, and kindly entertained by the king, who discovers that he is in search of service, and looks forward to a maternal uncle, one of his Majesty's bravest Scottish archers, and named Ludovic Leslie, or le Balafré, from a scar on his face. At this inn Quentin is blessed with a sight of Isabelle, Countess of Croye, a vassal of the Duke of Burgundy's, but who, with her aunt Hameline, had fled to Louis, to avoid being forced into a hated marriage by that hot and peremptory Lord. The next character who appears on the stage is his uncle Ludovic; and a portion of the author's description of the interview between the relations is well worth citing as an example of the work : The cavalier who awaited Quentin Durward's descent into the apartment where he had breakfasted, was one of those of whom Louis XI. had long since said, that they held in their hands the fortune of France, as to them were entrusted the direct custody and protection of the royal person. ...... ...... Each of them ranked as gentlemen in place and honour; and their near approach to the king's person gave them dignity in their own eyes, as well as in those of the nation of France. They were sumptuentitled to allowance for a squire, a valet, a page, and ously armed, equipped, and mounted; and each was two yeomen, one of whom was termed coutelier, from the large knife which he wore to dispatch those whom in the metée his master had thrown to the ground. With these followers, and a corresponding equipage, an Archer of the Scottish Guard was a person of quality and importance; and vacancies being generally filled up by those who had been trained in the service as pages or valets, the cadets of the best Scottish families were often sent to serve under some friend and relation in those capacities, until a chance of preferment should occur. The coutelier and his companion, not being noble or capable of this promotion, were recruited from persons of inferior quality; but as their pay and appointments were excellent, their masters were easily able to select from among their wandering countrymen the strongest and most courageous to wait upon them in that capacity. Ludovic Leslie, or, as we shall more frequently call him, Le Balafré, by which name he was generally known in France, was upwards of six feet high, robust, strongly compacted in person, and hard-favoured in countenance, which latter attribute was much increased by a large and ghastly scar, which, beginning on his forehead, and narrowly missing his right eye, had laid most to the tip of his ear, exhibiting a deep seam, which was sometimes scarlet, sometimes purple, sometimes blue, and sometimes approaching to black; but always hideous, because at variance with the complexion of the face in whatever state it chanced to be, whether agitated or still, flashed with unusual passion, or in its ordinary state of weather-beaten and sunburnt swarthiness. bare the cheek-bone, and descended from thence al The hero, a young Scotsman of the shire of Angus (or Hanguisse, as the Marquis persists in calling it,) and the only surviving branch of a gentle family, whom the Ogilvies had harried and exterminated in a feud, arrives in France in quest of happier fortunes; but previously to entering on his adventures, we have a finely written view of the state of that country, and of the characters of Louis XI. and Charles Duke of Burgundy. It is the hap of Quentin to en- His dress and arms were splendid. He wore his counter the former near Plessis-les-Tours, and national bonnet, crested with a tuft of feathers, and to ingratiate himself into his favour, as far as with a Virgin Mary of massive silver for a brooch. These had been presented to the Scottish Guard, in an ingenuous youth could be prized by a tortuous politician. At first Louis suffers the adven-consequence of the King, in one of his fits of superturer to be nearly drowned, and then succours him as Maitre Pierre, a substantial citizen; while his attendant (Tristan, his provost marshal) passes for a still lower character. He is carried stitious piety, having devoted the swords of his guard to the service of the Holy Virgin, and, as some say, carried the matter so far as to draw out a commission to Our Lady as the Captain General. The Archer's gorget, arm-piece, and gauntlets, were of the finest PRICE 3 d. steel, curiously inlaid with silver, and his bauberk, or shirt of mail, was as clear and bright as the frost-work. of a winter morning upon fern or brier. He wore a loose surcoat, or cassock, of rich blue velvet, open at the sides like that of a herald, with a large white cross of embroidered silver bisecting it both before and behind his knees and legs were protected by hose of mail and shoes of steel-a broad strong poniard (called the Mercy of God) hung by his right side-the bauldrick for his two handed sword, richly embroidered, hang upon his left shoulder; but, for convenience, he at present carried in his hand that unwieldy weapon, which the rules of his service forbade him to lay aside. Quentin Durward, though, like the Scottish youth of the period, he had been early taught to look upon arms and war, thought he had never seen a more martial-looking, or more completely equipped and accomplished man-at-arms, than now saluted him in the person of his mother's brother, called Ludovic with the Scar, or Le Balafré; yet he could not but shrink a little from the grim expression of his countenance, while, with its rough moustachios, he brushed first the one and then the other cheek of his kinsman, welcomed his fair nephew to France, and, in the same breath, asked what news from Scotland. I would have known thee, boy, in the landes of Bourdeaux, had I met thee marching there like a crane on a pair of stilts. But sit thee down-sit thee down if there is sorrow to hear of, we will have wine to make us bear it.-Ho! old Pinch-Measure, our good host, bring us of thy best, and that in an instant.' The well-known sound of the Scottish French was as familiar in the taverns near Plessis, as that of the Swiss-French in the modern ginguettes of Paris; and promptly-ay, with the promptitude of fear and precipitation, was it heard and obeyed. A flaggon of champagne soon stood before them, of which the elder took a draught, while the nephew helped himself only to a moderate sip, to acknowledge his uncle's courtesy, saying, in excuse, that he had already drank wine that morning. That had been a rare apology in the mouth of thy sister, fair nephew,' said Le Balafré; 'you must fear the wine-pot less, if you would wear beard on your face, and write yourself soldier. But, come-comeunbuckle your Scottish mail-bag-give us the news of Glen-houlakin-how doth my sister?' 'Dead, fair uncle,' answered Quentin, sorrowfully. 'Dead!' echoed his uncle, with a tone rather marked by wonder than sympathy-'why, she was five years younger than I, and I was never better in my life. Dead! the thing is impossible. I have never had so much as a headache, unless after revelling out my two or three days' furlow with the brethren of the joyous science-and my poor sister is dead!—And your father, fair nephew, hath he married again?' And, ere the youth could reply, he read the answer in his surprise at the question, and said, What, no? I would have sworn that Allan Durward was no man to live without a wife. He loved to have his house in order-loved to look on a pretty woman too; and was somewhat strict in life withal-matrimony did all this for him. Now, I care little about these comforts; and I can look on a pretty woman without thinking on the sacrament of wedlock-I am scarce holy enough for that.' 'Alas! dear uncle, my mother was left a widow a year since, when Glen-houlakin was harried by the Ogilvies. My father, and my two uncles, and my two elder brothers, and seven of my kinsmen, and the harper, and the tasker, and some six more of our people, were killed in defending the castle ; and there |