danelles, or traversing the streets of Constantinople, exploring its public buildings, and observing the motley groups of people by whom it is inhabited; thence we may, in а moment, transfer ourselves to the shady groves and gardens, and beautiful cemeteries, on the Asiatic shore. Mr. Leigh has produced several valuable works in this line of publication; but the Panorama now before us surpasses them all, in the execution as well as in the very happy choice of the subject.

ART. XIX.-Family Classical Library. No. XVII.-Horace Translated. By William Francis, D.D. Vol. I. 12mo. pp. 296. London: Valpy. 1831.

INSTEAD of placing in an appendix the best translations, by various hands, of several of the Odes and Satires of Horace, we wish that Mr. Valpy had either incorporated them in the text with the versions of Francis, or excluding his, in those instances in which his are of inferior merit, substituted others in their room. Of the two plans, we should have preferred the former, as the reader would then have a pleasant opportunity of indulging his critical taste, by examining the points upon which the translators differ from each other, and ascertaining the comparative accuracy and elegance of their productions. Undoubtedly as a whole, the translation of Francis is the best that has yet been published, and this reprint of it in so cheap a form, will be generally acceptable. The Classical Library is, we hope, taken in by every well educated family. There is no publication consisting of the same number of volumes, that contains so dense and diversified a body of matter, calculated to instruct, and enter

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and Cradock. 1831. GENERAL history versified is bad enough in all conscience; but topography versified, a full, true and particular description in rhyme of an old castle, is of all other things the most intolerable. Mr. Bird should rise above such leaden themes as those which Framlingham, even with the aid of superstition and legend, can suggest. He is a man of much research, and his industry in giving to the world the results of his investigations is highly commendable. But if he choose always to confine them to the vehicle of poetry, we fear that he will have misspent a great deal of precious time, and have, unintentionally, devoted a great deal of good paper to the use of the trunk-makers.

ART. XXI.-The Twelve Nights. 8vo. pp. 404. London: Whit1831. taker, Treacher and Co. UNDER this title we have a collection of stories, all of which, we believe, have already appeared in the Magazines. The author acknowledges that he has borrowed the groundwork and the materials of most of his sketches, from the periodical literature of the French. To him, however, the merit of selection belongs, and also the style in which they are presented to the English reader. The subjects generally are chosen with a view to

effective narrative, and, in this respect, they are sufficiently successful. The Eve of Walpurgis,' the 'Vision of Charles XI. of Sweden,' the tale of the Chest and the Privateer,' would be capital captivators of the attention on a winter's evening. The 'Button-holder' is but a sorry specimen of French pathos. We hope that the author, when next he appears before us, will present himself in a more original form. His style of writing is so good, that he ought not to throw it We away upon exotic subjects. suspect that his imagination might furnish him with better materials than the French periodicals, which are, for the most part, very much inferior to our own.

4. The Deliverance of Switzerland. A Dramatic Poem. Second Edition. By H. C. Deakin. 8vo. pp. 270. London: Smith, Elder, and Co. 1831.

5. Portraits of the Dead; to which are added, Miscellaneous Poems. Second Edition. ByH. C. Deakin. 12mo. pp. 320. London: Smith, Elder, and Co. 1831. 6. Fitz-Raymond, or the Rambler on the Rhine. By Caledonnicus. Svo. pp. 200. Edinburgh: Black. London: Longman and Co.

1831.

1. It has afforded us great pleasure to observe a very liberal list of subscribers at the end of Mrs. Prowse's poems, as she is well entitled to the patronage which she has received. Her Autumnal musings,' the first composition in the collection, have reminded us of the golden age of poesy, more than any verses which have for a long time come under our notice, Among the many minor pieces which the volume contains, we were particularly struck with the pathetic beauty of the lines 'written in sickness.'

2. The Vision of Hell' displays a cultivated and prolific imagination. The subject would seem to have been long since exhausted; still the author has not followed servilely in the wake of any of his illustrious predecessors, and some very respectable ideas may be found in his seven cantos. But will they be immortal? We fear not, for though the man can think poetry well enough, he writes it most abominably.

3. As Mr. Best's Beggar Coin' and 'Satires' have reached the honour of a second edition, we are bound to presume that the public have passed a verdict in their favour. For our own part we had never heard of them before, and we can assure the author, with reference to his note, that whatever our opinions may have been with respect to the "Transalpine Memoirs," we have never felt, nor do we now feel, the slightest hostility towards him, either in a personal or a literary sense. We regret that we cannot join in the chorus of applause, with which, as he intimates, the first edition of his poems has been received by the people at Bath. They appear to us to be among the least meritorious specimens of the muse, which the present season, fertile in wretched verses, has pro

duced. But let not our opinion deter him, from the loftier flights for which he is preparing. We are fastidious: indeed too much so, for our own ease and comfort, since no duty can be more unpleasant than that which, commanding us to express our honest opinions upon all occasions, necessarily compels us frequently to hurt the feelings of those, to whom we would much prefer extending the hand and smile of encouragement. Besides, it appears that verses will sell rapidly in Bath, which no human being can endure in London. Perhaps it is owing to a difference of climate. Therefore let Mr. Best write on. He must excuse us, however, if we cannot at all times comply with his request of reading on;' we have no disposition whatever to ride upon the crupper of his Pegasus.

4 and 5. The Deliverance of Switzerland,' and the Portraits of the Dead,' by Mr. Deakin, have, also, it seems, passed through the ordeal of a first edition, and have reached a second. This to us seems passing strange, for we think, without wishing to be invidious, that we could point out some poetical works, even of the last year, which contained compositions of a much more striking character, than any that Mr. Deakin has written; and yet the laurel of a second edition has not yet been wreathed round their brows. The dramatic poem, on Switzerland, will hardly be read by any person who has previously tasted of the beauties of Schiller's William Tell; and as to the 'Portraits of the Dead', and the miscellaneous poems by which they are followed, we can only say that, with two or three exceptions, they are very mediocre productions.

6. The 'Rambler on the Rhine,' was originally written, we are told, as a mere domestic journal of an excursion through the scenery of that famed river, in the year 1830. Since then, however, the author, animated no doubt by the sweet voices of friends, has filled up his meagre outline with a metrico-political sketch of past and present times, and instead of confining it to his domestic circle, has dedicated it to the whole British nation! Though his poem is descriptive, it is not meant to be exclusively sofor the ambition of Caledonnicus, alias Fitz-raymond, for he assumes two distinct names, has been 'to make rhyme subservient to historical recollections, and such politicomoral inductions as were suggested on contemplating the revolutions of empires, and the tempestuous aspect of the times'! Thus, we see, the author proposed to himself a task of no small importance. But how does he accomplish it? We apprehend that one stanza will settle for ever his credit with the reader. The poet thus invokes the shade of Byron :

'Oh! thou proud spirit,-wilt thou, can'st thou, Sire,

Vouchsafe on humble Bardling to bestow

One single spark of that celestial fire, With which you mad'st thy magic

while below?

Thou can'st not want it now, sure great one-No!

Sublim'd from all that's earthly at the

Foreign Missions.-The intensity of delusion under which the British public labour, with respect to the utility of the various missions dispatched to foreign parts for the propagation of the Gospel, is, to all reflecting minds, utterly unaccountable. It is known that in every quarter of the world the labours of the British missionaries have altogether failed, and indeed, that they do a great deal more harm than good to the cause of Christianity. Nevertheless, the subscriptions to the Church Missionary Society, for the last year, are stated to have amounted to the enormous sum of £46,000!!! The following document, extracted from an American newspaper, supplies a volume of commentary upon the system of imposture which has been for years robbing the public of their money, under the mask of religion :

(From the New York Daily Sentinel, March 25.)

NECESSARY INFORMATION.-The following talk of some Indians of the Seneca tribe, was published a few days ago in the Washington Globe. We recommend it to the special attention of those who honestly believe that it is more necessary to raise money, by every possible device, for sending missionaries to administer to the supposed spiritual necessities of the " poor Indians," than to supply the temporal wants of the needy nearer home :

AN INDIAN TALK.

Washington City, March 5. We, the Chiefs and Sachems of the Seneca nation of Indians at Sandusky, Ohio, have often heard of the goodness of our white brothers and sisters in the United States, and that they have given and sent many presents of money, cloth, and clothing to us, to relieve the distress of our women and children. We thank them for their charity and good will; but we solemnly say to them, that we have

never received from them a cent. of money nor any cloth or clothing.

Brothers and Sisters,-We speak the truth to you as it is given to us by the Great Spirit, in whom we trust and believe, and wish you to listen to us that you may no longer be in the dark. We hear that collections have often been made in all your churches for us, and that you have intrusted them to the Missionaries, whom we call Black-coats, to present to us.

Brothers and Sisters,-We ask you all, in the name of the Good Spirit, in whom red and white men believe, not to send any thing, to be given us, by the black-coats.

Brothers and Sisters,-We ask you to hear what we say, for it is true. We have found the black-coats treacherous, and they deceive us. They come among us and ask us to give them our property for saving our souls after we die. We do not like it, for they know no more about the next world than we do. We think the Great Spirit will save our souls, and the black-coats cannot.

Brothers and Sisters,-How can we have confidence in men who deceive

both you and us? We feel friendship and affection for you, and we know that you feel the same for us. We wish you

to know the truth, and we tell it to you. If you send us any more presents, we hope you will send them by honest men, who do not pretend to so much good

ness.

Christian Brothers and Sisters,-We, the red children of Nawoneti, whom we call the Great and Good Spirit, who is present every where, now give you a talk, which we hope will be long remembered by you all. Do not be deceived by the black-coats. We believe they are sent out by the Bad Spirit to make talk to us. If the Good Spirit had sent them out, they would have given us your presents, and their talk would have made us better; but their talks do us no good, and we hear nothing of the presents you send us.

Brothers and Sisters,-The Good Spirit has but one big book; the Bad Spirit has many, very many, books which his white children use to deceive

one another, and blind one another's eyes. The Great Spirit has, ever since the world was made, and the grass grew, laid his big book open to all men, of whatever colour they may have been, and this book tells the truth to all, and deceives no man.

Brothers and Sisters,- We do not worship the Good Spirit as you do, but our belief in him, and our worship, is sincere, and we think is acceptable to him. You do not think so. If we should send out our teachers of our religion to you, you would not believe them. It is contrary to your belief, but your black-coats say that we must believe yours. You have your own teach

ers, let us us have ours. We are grateful for your kindness. We should be glad to have you send persons to us to learn us how to plough, and sow, and reap, and teach us all the arts of agriculture. This would make us happybut the black-coats cannot.

Brothers and Sisters,-This is the truth that you have not known before. We are your friends, and wish you may not be deceived any longer.

his

CAPTAIN GOOD HUNTER.

mark.

HARD HICKORY.
CORNSTICK, ×
SENECA STEEL.
SMALL CHORD SPICER.
GEORGE HERRING.

The Weather.-There has not been in the memory of any living man, so violent a change in the weather, as that which was experienced during the early part of the last month. The fruit trees were everywhere rich in promise on the 6th of May, on the 7th they were all struck, as if by an universal plague. The new leaves of the laurel were turned brown; those of the box became white, as if they had been burned by lightning; those of the ivy and arbutus became black, and crumbled in the hand like a cinder. The laburnum trees presented a particularly melancholy appearance; their flowers had just began to shew their golden tresses, when further progress was effectually stopped, and they were already

withered at a time when they ought to have been in full bloom. The thermometer fell as low as 20 on the 7th, being six degrees lower than it had fallen in the month of May, during the last forty years, or perhaps ever before in this climate, at the same season. The clover and rye-grass have been every where nipped and blackened, and pastures generally have retrograded to a serious extent. The stems of potatoes, the stalks and foliage of peas, have been withered to powder.

The Cholera Morbus.-It has been ascertained by the supreme Medical Board of Russia, that the cholera is contagious, that it will sometimes travel against the wind and the monsoon itself, and that, contrary to the opinion hitherto generally received, it is not checked by the approach of the cold season. It has now, we regret to say, reached Gallicia; but the government has taken decisive measures for preventing its importation into England. In many cases it produces immediate death; where that does not take place, and the disease operates more slowly in the destruction of its victim, the symptoms are violent vomiting, with painful cramps, damp clammy sweats, cold and bloodless extremities, burning heat at the stomach, a sudden death-like countenance. The skin under the nails becomes incurvated, the palms of the hands and soles of the feet become shrivelled, and such is the torture endured, that it sometimes requires six persons to hold a patient in bed. The chief remedies are bleeding, calomel, opium, warm covering and friction.

British Museum.-It is with great pleasure we have to announce that the splendid Library of this Institution will in future be open on Saturdays, for the same length of time as on the other days of the week. This is a valuable accommo