Tux Duke of Albany's speech at the News-Fund Dinner is naturally a written about.
The Spectator the high eulogium Prince when he 3 0 among its other praiseworthy distinct! The phrase applied to journalists—* the watch-dogs of civilisation"—is a very happy one, There is actually no event in the social, political, scientific or religious world which does not set these faithful watch-dogs barking. They apprise us of everything, from the downfall of empires io the habits of earthworms, But, says the Spectator, the press has never been eminent for foreseeing and predicting the great ocour ences of the day. Neither their art nor their resources enable them to antici-Their expenditure they are constantly taken en probable events, and with all
by surprise. The Times, to take a crucial instance, has the spirit to spend a very Jarge sum per annum for early information from India, but we never knew it warn its readers that such and such events might be expected; while with regard to the reatest Indian catastrophe of late years, the massacre of the Embassy at Cabul, it was more in the dark than the Spectator, which had spent uvthing. No journal anticipated the outbreak in Alexandria, and none has succeeded in warning its readers sufficiently as to the course that gvente must take in, Egypt generally." In fact the functions of the Special Corces. pondent seem to have changed, and are now principally confined to the sending of what the Spectator calls "'snippety" telegrams instead of the connected letters that wore formerly in vogue. It is nearly impossible, without reading half-a-dozen journals, fo obtain an accurate record of one day's doings, say, at Alexandria and quite impossible to find anywhere a connected, continuous, and full record." To the truth of this remark we can add the testimony of our own experience.—A recent sensible order of the Com-mandel Chief limiting the expenditure of regimental messes is very much spoken -of and approved. It will be, we should think, a great benefit to subalterns who are not able to cep up with the extravagance prevailing in their regiments, and, as one paper pute it, will tond to make economy fsgood form." The monthly bills are to be paid on the 7th of each month, under penalty of arrest or a n from duty, and, in aggravated cases, of removal from the army. Commanding officers are to discountenance extravagant living in every way, and to protect officers who, from motives of economy, decline to subscribe entertainments, The Spectator has some good reviews this week. It deals with the bew book, Natural Religion,' by the author of Coco Homo '—Robert Buchanan's ' Martyrdom of Madeline Iyle's Journey through Ireland. probably a very unhealthy fascination wh attracts people in Carlyle's atrabilious effusions. [ere is one of his allusions to a gentleman who had treated him with marked courtesy and respectful kindness "*Dr. Cooke Taylor' snuffy, babbling, baddish had not wisted at all specially. to wee—Strange dialect of this mau, London had little altered that; imu gargling about the throat and palate regia speech coming out at last not 60 much it distinct pieces and vocables, as in continuous Gondition, semi-martionted speech, A peons liar smile, too, dwelt on the face of poor, with the recognition which his or ber part in snully Taylor;1 pitied, but could not love the ceremonial had elicited from Royalty. him—with his lazy, gurgling, semi-masticated, Your face, however, upon this occasion wore semi-deceitful (and self-deceiving) speech, 1 look of mingled surprise snd hauteur. You thought and action. Poor fellow, one of inclined your head several times, it ie true books that I read 'On the Mannfactaring but your expression was one of perplexity an Regions is 1843,' was not ea bad; Lord Char-even of resentment, It has often occurred to ondon, a great patron of his, had got him a me whether a few lessong in deportment from pension, brought him over to Ireland:—and such a professor of the art og Mr, Augustus now (about a fortnight ago, and of September) Luwley might not have improved your I learn that he is dead of cholera, that, better manner, and given you what the masses' like or not so good, I shall never see him again! to speaks of ae a princely bearing.
We drove home together that night, in Dr.
Kenuedy's car; I set him out at his house (la Vanity Pair appears in portentous form some modest, clean si near Merrion this week. It is a double number, and Square); two days after, I saw him at the full of elaborate though it must be con-Zoological breakfast; gurgle-snufile, Cockney-fessed somewhat heavy articles. Tt makes and-Youghal wit again in semi-masticated alaudsome show, however. The Athenceum dialect, with great expressions of regard for leads off with a mont interesting review me, as well as with other half or whole un-of Mrs, Fanny Kemble's 'Records of Later truths;—and so poor Taylor was to vanish, Life.' The records of the sum-total of Mrs. and the curtains rush down between us Kemble's lives—for her entire impenetrable for evermore, Allah akbar, appears to have been split up into Allah Kerim—Hill no fewer than eighteen volumes, This is nothing less than disgusting. The the Atheneum, while disclaiming an; Saturday has a fair show of articles. It want of gallantry, says the idea of this not often that the stately members of the is oather terrible, Possibly, remarks the weekly press engage in mutual contro-reviewer, she does not remember the warnversy, but there are some exceptions in i im of La Rochefoucauld, 'L'ex-the papers now before us. The Pall Mall it que nous pre none & parler de has been alarming the public about the es nous doit faire eraindre de alleged unhealthiness of Brighton, and now mien donner gudre & ceux qui nous écou-the Saturday joins in the fray. It appears tent." The existence of Mr, Butler—that the Town Council of that festive place Vauny Kemble's husband—ap; thinking of prosecuting for libel those been a matter of uncertainty, have written against it. So atrong, pleasing and intelligent young lady,"
Saturday, is the lodging-hou: in the breasts of Brighton marked Sydney Smith, "Inboured the singular and distressingly insane idea It is a curious fact that the that she had contracted a marriage with soberest aper grows amusing whenever it an American." But this was rather far-"goes for'
the Spectator, and the Saturday fetched. The book, appears to be exceed. this week is pretty eanstie upon the unscrupulonsuonseuse propounded by virtuous Jngly interesting and full of racy anecdote—The correspondence column contains philosophers" in thecolumusof thatrespectthe reprint of a most quaint old poem able journal. The Saturday indulges in entitled 'An Honour to London.' Unfor-a perfect gush of delight over Professor tunately no date is given, but from the Douglas's 'China.' It writes as though it Tanguage it would appear to be as old had never read a book on China before, the time of Chaucer. The following are ti and the old stories about Miss W first and last stanzas—there being seven similarly venerable i in all {ine TPorld is more than usually audac iv
Its letter to the Duke of Edinburgh is a masterpiece of sarcasm, which would make most men writhe.
The writer is good eno gh to, tell the Duke how very un-
London, those art of townes A per se, Souernigue of Cites, most eymblieat by sight, Of high reuowne, riches, and royalitio, Of Lordie, barons, and manly goodly knight, OF most inblo, lusty Indyes, bright, Of famous prelates, in habiris claricall, Of marchayntis of substance and might London, those atte the fluwre of citi ies all! ngs and most long-suffering topher Sy! the sins of Royalty of martyrs, complain little wearied at which you vaunt your cap: sions. A host, who produc nisberg for if it were che Thy famous Maire by sure governauno With aworde of Justi Pt example n patron Al mair London, those We conclude as usual with a selection from i Tu the course of the itis a family fe brought home be inform inde, you yourself picked specimen of workman bazaar for a mere son great of Wales and Your elder brother the wrong thing ination were plac after dinner under of Léoville, he might not drink but he would not remonstrate. Per ps you have a secret scorn not only for courtiership, but for icerity which is part of the d dom. You do not, and, in al you cannot, sedulously cultivate enthusiasm whic ces. The Prin would have ackuowlniyed th bows and wrested smiles; and every one would have gone amoy charmed of hitherto unpublished Byron apers. Beginning with a letter from John Byron, the poot''s father, to his daughter Augusta, letters fromthe poet's mother to her husband; to Mrs. Leigh, the wife of General Charles Leigh, colonel of the 20th Regiment of Infantry; and to her step. daughter Augusta,—the writings compris (1) a collection of poems by Lady Byron, written during her brief residence with her husband, some of them containing emendations by' his pen; (2) correspondence between Lady Byron and Augusta (the Hon, Mrs. Leigh) during the term of Lady Byron's engagement to the post and the earlier months of their married life; (3) correspondence from the date of Byron's withdrawal from London till the settlement of the terms of her separation from her husband; (4) letters from Lord Byron to his wife, Dr. Drury, Mr. Hoppner, and others, including his Last letter to Lady Byron, written' on the eve of his departure from England; (5) correspon-deuce of Lady Byron and Augusta from the commencement of the quarrel between Lady Byron and her husband till the date of Lord Byron's death; (6) documents touching
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