no Philosophy of Contemporary Criticism, No. XXXVII. [Avg. 1, 
pendent, Methodist, Baptist, Trinita- 
rian, Unitarian, in short, all the arians 
and tarians. A fine arena, in truth, 
seems to be opening in these new 
countries, in which the bonour and 
advantage may be contended for, of 
making plain the path of salvation. 
These colonies manufacture soap and 
candles, coarse cloth and blankets 
from their native wool, and are im- 
proving generally in manufacturing for 
themselves. There is one manufac- 
ture, however, infinitely the most im- 
portant of all others, in which they are 
considerably deficient, their territorial 
extent considered. It will be readily 
conceived I allude to that “ of making 
feet for children’s stockings.” The 
scarcity of wives is still a standing 
complaint in Australia; but surely it 
is an unreasonable one, since old 
Fngland, a commercial country, is 
always ready, on fair terms, to export 
her commodities; and, it is well known, 
that of virginity is sufficiently abun- 
dant in this country to sustain a 
considerable export trade. A mutually 
good plan only is wanted. 
To conclude, never did our govern- 
ment make a happier choice of a land 
to colonize, than this ultima Thule of 
the globe, congenial as its climate 
seems to be, with the constitutions of 
Englishmen, and fitted as the land 
proves, for their habits and their views ; 
and, though 1 shall not, my children 
may, live to see Australia independent, 
perhaps the Australian Republic. 
JoHN LAWRENCE. 
— 
For the Monthly Magazine. 
THE PHILOSOPHY OF CONTEM- 
PORARY CRITICISM. 
NO. XXXVII. 
The Quarterly Review, No. 59, 
HE last Quarterly Review is one 
of the dullest that has yet appear- 
ed from the offictnum of the ‘‘ Emperor 
of the West.” But its dullness is that 
of tranquillity and peace. Surveying 
its various pages, one would infer that 
the literary republic never enjoyed a 
period of such profound repose. Be- 
tween its members, all appears to be 
reciprocal service, condescension, 
friendship, and politeness; the banners 
_of hostility are furled, and the temple 
of Janus is shut. 
The first article is Travels in New 
England and New York, by Dr. Timo- 
thy Dwight. It is a dull review of a 
dull book; the meagre outline of the 
half-conceived opinions of the critic 
overgrown. 
is filled up with interjections of won- 
derment at the vivacity of vegetable 
seeds and insects, J)r. Southey should 
really avoid the subjects of entomo- 
logy, physiology, and natural philo- 
sophy, as rocks on which he is sure to 
split. They are favourite subjects 
with him, we presume, because he 
seems to misunderstand them entirely ; 
but nothing can be more infantinely 
simple and wearisomely moral than his 
remarks on the ‘display of the wisdom 
of Divine Providence, in the decay 
of foliage;” in saving us all from 
starvation, by the suspended propaga- 
tion of insects. There is the usual 
contrast between ‘‘our happy consti- 
tution in church and state, as by law 
established,” and the republican institu- 
tions of America. The aristocratical 
system of primogeniture is warmly re- 
commended to our transatlantic bre- 
thren, as the only chance of counter- 
acting the growth of the evils of demo- 
cracy. The morals of the population 
of America are stated to be corrupted 
by that inherent vice of commerce, 
“the desire of making a good bargain.” 
Without fear of “Wat Tyler” before 
his eyes, Dr. Southey then proceeds to 
touch the dangerous ground of the 
origin of society and the social con- 
tract. Thisis, however, not very new; 
and we are therefore happy to find the 
laureate doctor concluding with well- 
wishes to America, though qualified 
by the following jesuitical passage :— 
“Time will show whether a people 
can become powerful without an effi- 
cient government; whether they can 
be prosperous without a liberal public 
expenditure; whether they can advance 
in arts and literature without a grada- 
tion of ranks, and the influence and 
permanence of hereditary wealth; and 
whether they can be virtuous and 
happy without a religious establish- 
ment.” ‘ 
The next article is a friendly (under 
the Rose?) criticism on one of the 
Quarterly Review contributors,—Mr. 
W. Stuart Rose. It begins with the 
striking and new axiom, that. there is 
nothing new under the sun; and, in 
order to exemplify it, rambles into one 
of those prosy nil ad rem ramifications 
from the main branch of enquiry, with 
which the fields of modern criticism, 
to the infinite joy of the amateurs of 
siestas and day-dreams, have been 
exquisitely entangled. and prolifically 
For this. purpose illus- 
trations of romance drawn from. Pe- 
gasus, 
