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He had obtained the good opinion of the country in general, whose well-being he seemed to have at heart, and which he had, in various instances, effected.' But, she adds, Though Murat might have made a tolerably decent kind of king, (this from a royalist, from a loyal subject of Louis XVIII!!) he was endowed with no extraordinary intelligence. In an evil hour he listened to the wily seducer, who, meditating his march from his place of exile to Paris, persuaded this foolish king, that the active employment of his troops against their common enemies, was the most effectual method of not only securing the possession of his own crown, but of rendering Italy independent.' p. 142-3.

The volume contains a mass of amusing anecdotes in reference to minor subjects of interest. There is a very well told instance of noble retaliation in a Prussian officer, and some exquisite instances of Parisian absurdity of feeling displayed on the occasion of the removal of their sculptured divinities by the allied troops. For these we must refer our readers to the volume itself. The least satisfactory portion of the volume, to readers in general, will be that in which the Author lauds the house of Bourbon; but we cannot avoid considering the very tone of the work in this respect, as a strong presumption that the restored family possesses a much more general popularity, than some persons on this side of the water have been willing to admit. Miss Williams maintains, that the sacred principle of toleration has never been violated by Louis the XVIII, and adduces a single anecdote in proof of this assertion! It must however be remembered, that the restoration of the Bourbon dynasty, involves much more than the re-enthronement of Louis the Eighteenth, and that the personal character of a monarch is too often found to constitute an insufficient security for the spirit of his government, and the acts of his ministry: still less can it form any pledge for the conduct of his successor.

We must refrain from further remarks, and will only express in conclusion, our earnest hope, that the expectation expressed in the following passage, may be justified by the future principles and conduct of the French people.

We have passed through the tempest, to use the words of M. de Boufflers, "sous la même parapluie." How should I have lived so many years among the French without loving that amiable people, to apply the term in their own sense, who so well know the art of shedding a peculiar charm over social life! How much better than others they understand the secret of being happy! happy at a cheap rate, and without being too difficult, and too disdainful as we are in England about the conditions; while they bear misfortunes with a cheerful equanimity, which, if it does not deserve the proud name of philosophy, is of far more general use; the former being common

property, belonging to all, and not, like the latter, the partial fortune of an enlightened few.

I am persuaded that the experience acquired by the French nation during their long and stormy Revolution, will not be lost. Their political vanity and presumption required a tremendous lesson. They have passed through many phases, from the wildest anarchy to the most oppressive despotism; and they now really know what is not freedom. They seek repose, but it must be repose under the safe shelter of liberty. "They pretend not," to use the language of the Duke d'Otrante, in his letter to the Duke of Wellington, "They pretend not to more liberty than that of England, but they seek to be as free." You will not, I am sure, answer, as I have heard some of our countrymen, "Liberty for England, but arbitrary government for the continent." England needs not fear the rivalship of France in its constitutional freedom. It will be some time before the French reach your practical science on this subject. They have indeed already lost some of that vanity of knowledge, which is only found in the first steps of its acquirement, because we look back on the time when we knew nothing. The French were too proud of their A B C liberty: they feel now that the alphabet is only the rudiment of science. They have learnt the table of contents of liberal principles, and they will at last comprehend the whole volume.

The Revolution, amidst all its abuses and its crimes, has shed a new ray of light upon France, and it were vain to expect that the French will shut their minds against it, and prefer the darkness of ignorance. The eternal principles of liberty are independent of the purposes to which they have been made subservient. What is good in those principles is unperishable, and what has been evil in their application will be transitory. But time has no spunge that can wipe from the memory of the French the great event of the Revolution, and restore prejudices that are swept away, ideas that are eradicated, manners that are changed, and affections that are extinct. The spirit of constitutional representation is abroad, and will walk the world. Lewis XVIII. has no reason to fear its energies, for he will be strong only in its strength.' pp. 304-307.

Art. VII. A Second Ode to Napoleon Buonaparte, partly a Parody on that of Lord Byron. Svo. pp. 15. Price 1s. Gale and Co.

1815.

THIS second Ode, written in imitation of many imitators,' on the model of Lord Byron's, is well designed, but the Author does not appear much accustomed to clothe his thoughts in the diction of poetry. Imitations, in general, only serve to reflect the faults of the original. The abruptness of style, the boldness of ellipsis, and the intensity of expression, which give a somewhat too prominent manner to Lord Byron's poems, iufallibly betray the parodist into obscurity and incorrectness.Authors of bad imitations might frequently have succeeded

better in the natural expression of their feelings. Such a production as the present, however, may plead exemption from the severity of criticism. The reader shall judge of its merits, from the following stanzas.

'Tis done-a Felon yesterday,

And pacing round his cage;
And now he bursts the bars away,
And dares the battle's rage!
Again the foe of thousand thrones,
To build his own with hostile bones
He rushes to engage

No human madness ever fell
So fatal-'tis a fire of hell!

Ill-coupled Fiend-go seek thy kind,
What more can man bestow?

Thy withering name has filled the wind,
And blasted all below.

And wouldst thou still unsated rave,
A mightier pander of the grave?
Can guilt so gorged yet grow?
Alas! for life of wandering man

When more of thee must curse his span !
And must the brave blood flow for him
Who calls no drop his own?

A calx of hate each recreant limb,

His heart a central stone!

Wake Freedom!-all to manhood dear!
A wretch without a human tear,

Save for a sinking throne,

Comes scattering to the burden'd wind

Each sympathy that links mankind!'-Stanzas I. II. X.

We must confess that the last stanza of the Ode is to us unintelligible.

Art. VIII The History of Little Davy's New Hat. With Engravings. 18mo. pp. 64. price 28. Darton and Co.

1815.

A SIMPLE story adapted to village children,' to teach those whose parents are wealthy, to be kind and charitable, and those who are poor, to bear disappointments with patience. There are touches of nature in this rural tale, an artlessness of expression, and an air of intimacy with the short and simple annals of the poor,' which sufficiently designate the author, whose initials, R. B. are affixed to the Preface: but the reader, to be pleased with it, must descend in feeling to the level of childhood and poverty, and fancy he is listening to the tones which had power in infancy to fix his attention to the most humble incidents of real life. Children, in these cases, are

the best critics, and we have no doubt that with them Little Davy will be a favourite. We must give a short extract.

Sunday, a day of rest. A country village is still and quiet at all times; but, on a Sunday morning is still more peaceable. You do not hear the miller's cart go by; nor the ploughman's horses, with their clinking chains, going to the field. Even the cow-boys, though they drive the cows to and from the meadows, know better than to sing and halloo as they go. All the people, though they do not dress fine and gay, make themselves as clean as they can. Soon after breakfast, the clerk of the parish goes by with the great church key in his hand, and you soon hear the bells begin to chime. This is not heard as we hear it in great cities and towns, along with many other bells and other noises; but, as it comes only once a week, the sound is always pleasing, always new, and every body knows what it means.

The Woodly's family lived at some distance from the church; but they heard the bells, and Davy and his grandfather set off together, as they always did. Mrs. Woodly was getting ready, and, as she put on her cap, and shook her clean apron, Mr. Woodly, who was reading the Bible, said in a low voice, "Good Heaven deliver "me from trouble." He had staid away from church several Sundays before, and did not mean to go now, but when his wife asked him to go with her, he said: "I cannot find the pleasure I used to do in going to church. I am sunk in poverty:-I have no decent clothes. These times have ruined me, and I cannot be what I was: and though in my heart I despise the sneer of a fool, yet I know that the 'Squire's gamekeeper, and some others, will let me know that they have better coats than mine, although, perhaps, not of their own buying."

Mrs. Woodly was vexed to hear him talk so, though she knew what he said to be true, and still asked him, tenderly, to go with her, saying, it would ease his mind, and, at any rate, would be better than sitting at home. But he still answered "No." "Well," said she, "I will go, if it were only to pray for PEACE, and that I may see my poor boy WILL before I die." At the sound of peace and his son's name, he rose instantly from his seat, brushed his hat and shoes, and went to Church with his wife. He was one of the psalm-singers, and there were several neighbours glad to see him; and he has often said since, that he never sang better, nor felt more pleasure than he did that day.' pp. 41-43.

Art. IX. The Majolo: a Tale, 12mo. pp. 252. Price 7s. Colburn. 1815.

WE TE find it difficult to characterize this singular production. The perusal of it pleasingly interested us, and the impression which the Majolo left upon our imagination, was that of his being the counterpart of not an ordinary mind. But in proceeding to analyze the opinions and notions ascribed to the hero,' the development of which, through the advantageous

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medium of an ideal character, is the professed object of the vo lume, we found that they were much better adapted to amuse the fancy than to satisfy the judgement. The sentiments expressed by the Majolo, pleased us, we found, more from their dramatic propriety, as being the expression of character, than from their intrinsic value, in point either of depth or novelty. They seem to be the speculations of a mind more accustomed to imagine than to reason, more prone to credulity than to seepticism, and displaying more originality of thought than extent of information.

There is a degree of originality which even common thoughts assume, when, instead of being mechanically introduced into the mind in the shape of acquired knowledge, they result from the operations of the mind itself, or are suggested by observation. But life is not long enough to allow of our arriving at the general knowledge necessary for the conduct of life, by the circuitous road of self-discovery and invention: and therefore, at the hazard of our characters and modes of thinking partaking too much of commonness, we must be glad to receive our information ready made from books. With this knowledge, often unappreciated and ill-digested, ordinary minds are too apt to content themselves, and their thoughts never go beyond what they thus acquire; but persons who have early addicted themselves to abstract reflection at a time when they had scanty means of information, will afterwards, from habit, continue to find greater pleasure in the spontaneous exercise of their faculties, than in receiving the benefit of the thoughts and researches of other men. They will sometimes feel an impatience of submitting their crude opinions to the test of established experience, or to the authority of knowledge, and it will awaken an unwelcome feeling of mortification, to find themselves perpetually forestalled in their solitary discoveries, or highwrought speculations, by ancient genius or modern science. It requires a simplicity of mind, a sincerity in the pursuit of knowledge, not to be in danger, from finding every common path explored and pre-occupied, of starting aside into eccentricity, and playing the speculative philosopher, who is himself alone his great authority.' But no intellectual error is more fatal to substantial improvement, than that of making the conjectures of imagination the data of our reasonings, by which means persons not unfrequently, by a delusion similar to that imposed upon Don Quixote in his aerial tour on the wooden horse, fancy themselves to have attained a height of discovery, to be on the very confines of the material system, while they are still stationary, and on a level with the vulgar in point of actual attainment.

The character of the Majolo is very well conceived and

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