Tus literary event of the week is the appearance of a now monthly periodical called the National Reriew, which, to judge from the remarks of its contemporaries, seems to be of a very respectable order of merit. Its articles are signed, in accordance with the latest fashion in reviews, and it boasts having ''no programme" beyond what may be implied in the Conserva-tivo spirit which is to be characteris of its general tenor. The first article in the present number is written in the dialogue-narrative form, the principal character of which is one Mr. Tantiy. Tantivy, explains the Saturday, goodnasuredly, is an appellation very well known in English history for a High Tory rather to our suras a scion of a W! ple not by any m Lord Saugfroid, who talks very it William Harcourt would talk if he were little younger, or Lord Edmond Fitzmaurice if hi not a except that, unlike Mir, Ho not even w good law; igh Churchman who eanuo! Pablic Worship Regulation Act, and Churchman who is horrified at Lord S: for subscribing to the Posey Memori ina Sussex farmer with tages of d it an be carried out the it will at rate not be The Spectator's notice of the now Review is also very encouraging. The writer says that the article referred to above is the cleverest in the number. "A Tory, guised as a Whig Peer, and a very inept Radical, discourse on the prospects of the Liberal Party. 'Dhey are very bad. 'The Liberals have succeeded recently by departing from all their principles and adopting Lord Beaconsfield' Jingoism, and, but that Mr. Gladstou stands between them and the nation, the; would be found out." The following is not bad Gladstone [says the Whig Peer] has a foot a every camp, e¥on the camps he is supposed to have left. He is loved by Churchmen and worshipped by Dissenters followed by Singoes and supported by Quakers; obeyed by me, saperstitiously deferred to by you. He holds with perfect consistency the most irrecoucilable opinions, and advocates with conclusive logic the most contradictory policies. He can employ people to act for him without making theut his agents. He can treat with people without entering into a treaty. He can conduct a campaign without going to war. He 1g cam silence his opponents in the libert; imprison Irishmen, and call me of
it a policy of conciliation; disarm them, and call it a message of peace." He can denounce 8 course whi ed at protecting the terests of England in the Enst, and then protect our interests in Egypt to the excl ion of those of France, with the utmost interestedness. If ever there was a beavenhorn Minister, it she, My dear Corkhouse, persuade him to wear a great-coat; for after There are some capital book-notices this week, Mr, Herman C. Merivale has recently published a work entitled 'The White Pilgrim, and other Poems,' which is very highly spoken of. The reviewers segret that hitherto the dry humour of Mr. Merivale's style should have overshadowed the very much higher talents he possesses, which are certainly well exhibited in the book before us. The Spectator gives asa specimen of his earlier style a most comical and clever poem on the Duke of i Connaught's wedding. It is supposed to be a Special Correspondent's letter done into verse. Here are some stanzas taken at random "Y'm a reporter, bound to do Reporter's duty In Janguage beautiful all through T sing of Beauty.
And he who thinks these words of mine, Something too many, Let him reflect—for every lino T get a penny. cote, il a oria was the Lady Emly King-
The Marchioness of Salisbury I wondered at in Reseda velvet draped with my-cruel and barbarous con old Norse 1 n Angel of Death, to supersede the tions with which ry of the soever the White Pilgrim unveils, death but comes in some pitying, ising form; while without ion, she is more or less indistinctly visible chiefly to the eyes of those whose minds are in some degree prepared for the Chi ith." This is well indicated in the beautiful words with which the Pilgrim answers the invocation "Fiend!" addressed to her by one who still cherishes the old Pagan horror of dissolution Pilgrim. Hush, Miscall me not! Men have miscalled mo Have given harsh names and harsher thought 0 m an unknown God, Then called me idol, devil, unclean thi And to rude insult bowed my god am, not creel: when I take 2 host hard to human eyes, and Pi little baby-blossom raft it on a "Tis I that giv For round the folly tify the good for all me not my Home to the hamel breast; Wealth to the poor, and to the We have left ourselves but little room for reference to the many other attractive articles which are found in the mail The Spectator warmly espouse use of Bliss Charlesworth and Salvation Army, and thinks that now Charlesworth pire had botter lot well alone. Lady Paget contributes an article to the Nineteenth Century on 'Dress and Fashion' that should be road and studied by all Indies who are misguided enough to torture their waists and defile their fresh faces with unclean paint. Lady Paget writes so attractively, and yot. 50 forcibly and to the point, that her article carties conviction in every line, It is sad indeed to think that the women of England should lay themselves open to auc criticism as this by one of themselves too, are at present and, They ate ity as they are misleading in effect. The blackened eye may look larger and the painted lip redder under the uncertain flare of the gas-lamp; but when sen at home in and honest noouds transparency, and the soft brown hair, which formerly enhanced the whiteness of
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