1825.] 
a Portrait of the Right Hun. G. Canning. 
24mo.—“ Multum in parvo”? would have 
been a proper title for this little volume, 
which presents, for the small price of 4s., 
what, in the fashionable style of poetical 
book-making, would spread through six or 
eight seven-shilling, or half-guinea yolumes. 
The contents are classed under the several 
heads of Amatory—Encomiastic—Convi- 
vial— Satirical— Humorous and Sportive— 
Moral and Preceptive—Miscellaneous.— 
The title is, however, in some degree a 
misnomer ; for though the articles, selected 
or original, are all comparatively short, they 
are not all epigrammatic. The following, 
however, by Mr. D. (who is himself a 
large contributor), though amatory, is cor- 
rectly so :— 
“*In vain, within my tortur’d breast, 
Its love-inspired sighs repressing, 
A stranger to the balms of rest, 
T smile, as tho’ its balm possessing. 
In vain those tears that strive to flow, 
Tears of a heart now doom’d to languish, 
I check; lest aught on earth should know 
How dark my fate, how deep my anguish. 
Tn vain! for more than tears or sighs 
This sure my passion must discover, 
That, spite of care, my tell-tale eyes 
In every glance betray the lover!” 
Of the more stinging kind, we string a 
couple together, as invitations to those who 
have a relish for this species of wit, to seek 
for more in the volume itself. 
*€ On a Bad Translation. 
«* His work now done, he'll publish it no doubt; 
For sure I am that murder will come out.” 
** Self-satisfaction. 
«* Jack his own merit sees. This gives him pride; 
For he sees more than all the world beside.” 
** Epitaphs. 
** Here lies my poor wife, without bed or blanket; 
But dead as a door-nail—God be thanked.” 
«* Here lies my wife, poor Molly! let her lie: 
She finds repose at last—and so do I.” 
The following we would dedicate to the 
Four-in-hand Club :— 
** Fitz of the peerage knows he’s a disgrace, 
So mounts the coach-box, as his proper place.” 
The London Stage ; a Collection of the 
most reputed Tragedies, Comedies, Operas, 
Melo-dramas, Farces and Interludes, accu- 
rately printed from Acting Copies, as per- 
formed at the Theatres Royal, and carefully 
collated and revised. Vol. 1, large 8vo.— 
Little more need be added to the informa- 
tion contained in the title-page, than to 
announce, that this volume contains forty- 
eight dramatic pieces, printed in double 
columns, with wood-cut head-pieces to 
each, some of which are not meanly exe- 
euted; and that the frontispiece exhibits, 
With very striking resemblance, seven very 
prettily - engraved miniature portraits— 
Young, Elliston, Braham, Jones, Dowton, 
Miss Stephens, and Mrs. Davenport; and 
all for the sum of 10s. 6d., or about 23d for 
Domestic and Foreign. 
455 
each play. So that those of the play-read- 
ing public whose eyes are young enough 
for the type, cannot but exclaim, with the 
Bumpkin in Peter Pindar’s Razor Seller— 
** Tt certainly must be a wonderous prize !”” 
A Day in Stowe Gardens. | vol. 8¥0.— 
After an affected dedication to Leigh Hunt, 
which thees and thous like a quaker, a plea- 
santiy written fabulous introduction brings 
us acquainted with a new married couple, 
a beautiful sister and kind-hearted father 
of the bride’s, a cheerful old bachelor (the 
author, or recorder of what is to follow), 
and two other gentlemen, Messrs. Flavius 
and Cynthio, fellow students, and gallant 
companions of Florio the bridegroom, who 
seat themselves to a pic-nic, al fresco, in 
Stowe Gardens, and sing songs and tell 
tales for their mutual amusement. The 
latter is done on the proposition of the old 
bachelor, who stipulates for a little kissing 
as a reward ; and seven stories, (not without 
song relieved, nor without embeliishment 
of musical notation recorded,) are contri- 
buted by the dramatis persone. The 
whole bears not the master-mark of any 
very highly accomplished or practised hand; 
nor of one that can be called slovenly or 
incompetent ; and the idler will find a good 
deal of amusement in the tales which, if 
they can boast little of striking originality 
in the conception, make no uigraceful fi- 
gure in their new dress; and have, at least, 
the merit of not being spun out to a book- 
making length. As for some ten or a 
dozen pages of music interspersed, this is 
to be so fairly regarded as a make-weight 
thrown into the bargain, that criticising it 
would be something like ‘looking a gift 
horse in the mouth.” 
The Itinerary of a Traveller in the Wilder- 
ness. By Mrs. Taylor of Ongar. 12mo.— 
Whatever exertions Mrs. Taylor may have 
the wish to make for the salvation of sin- 
ners, we would recommend her to clothe 
her efforts in the garb of intelligibility. 
Enthusiasts may possibly comprehend the 
following passage, but the sane religionist 
will only regret that ebullitions of this 
nature should be sent forth into the world, 
to become the laugh of the scoffer. 
** But, although glorious things are spoken of the 
church on earth, the portal of the temple above ; 
and although the Psalmist, in the language of holy 
extasy, could exclaim, ‘ How amiable are thy taber- 
nacles, O Lord of hosts;’ it yet bore visible marks 
of being the church on earth; for, lo! the sparrow 
ventureth to build herself a house, and the swallow 
a nest around these sacred altars! Thoughtless 
creatures! unconscious on what hallowed ground 
they trespassed—into whose sacred presence they 
were intruding : -but not more unconscious they, not 
more thoughtless, not so presumptuous, as those who 
flit to and fro, impelled by interest, by custom, or 
by curiosity, equally regardless of the sanctity of the 
place, and of the majesty of Him who there presides. 
The swallow, wandering bird, has no settled dwel- 
ling-place: driven by summer's heat, or winter’s cold, 
from clime to clime; an emblem of those professors 
who can neither endure the heat of persecution, nor 
the 
