THE MINIATURE. 45 



delicate corrosion of the metal has impaired tlie effect, and we are, immediately, 

 struck by a want of fulness of colour in the plates. We are, decidedly, of opinion 

 that sharp, beautiful and spirited engravings on wood would have more favourably 

 brought out the designs. The minor morceaux " by other hands," are not without 

 merit ; and the literary portion is ludicrous, particularly the burlesque on the 

 " Brutish College of Health." 



" Illustrations of the Bible.'" London, Edward Churton, Holies Street. Parts 

 VII., VIII., IX. 



Increasing in merit and attraction, this beautiful little series continues to present 

 new claims to our admiration ; the present numbers are among the» best we have 

 seen, and we shall give some detailed remarks on the prints in our next. 



*' View of Aracan Fort^ from Pioiieer Hill.** Havell, Zoological Gallery, 

 Oxford Street. 



A well-executed coloured engraving of the Fort of Aracan, which was 

 captured, after a severe struggle, during the Burmese War, by the British and 

 Native forces, xmder the command of Brigadier General Morrison, and subse- 

 quently dismantled. The bamboo barracks on the parade were occupied by the 

 troops. On the extreme left is the house of the governor ; in the rear of the 

 position is the village, which extends to the river, flanked on both sides by 

 mosques. 



This fort was built originally by the Portuguese, from whom it was wrested 

 by the Burmese, who retained possession of it near five centuries. The 

 position occupies a large extent of ground ; one face entirely commands the 

 river, and was deemed by the Burmese of great importance, being considered 

 the key to the scat of government, at Ava, with a good anchorage for a fleet, 

 and within a few days sail of Bengal. From the time of the capture until the 

 withdrawal of the troops, a space of eight months, upwards of 4000 men fell a 

 sacrifice to the climate, which, in consequence of its destructive tendency to 

 human life, has given to this district the appropriate designation of " The 

 Valley of De.ath." 



THE MINIATURE. 



BY J. ALFRED LAW. 



It is the hour I love to gaze 



Upon this beauteous work of art ; 



Whilst long departed, sacred days, 

 In silence steal over my heart. 



The brightest hope man ever had— 

 The deepest truth of woman's breast ; 



The joy which makes the eye look glad— 

 The happiness by love caress'd. 



Such wert thou unto me — and now, 

 The wild grass waves above thy head ; 



Those beaming eyes, that polished brow. 

 Deep in their parent earth are laid. 



No stone is raised to mark the spot, 



Nor record left to tell the same ; 

 The few who knew thee once, " are not," 



Save one, who never breathes thy name. 

 In this dim hour, when daylight dies, 



Come thoughts of thee which cannot diej 

 And tears, as now, are felt to rise, 



In tribute to thy memory. 



