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and of the uterus—and is connected with 
piles, fistula in ano, and various constitu- 
tional diseases. 
Between strictures of the urethra and the 
rectum there is great analogy, and the treat- 
ment of the one is here assimilated to that 
of the other. The writer has repeatedly 
discovered the existence of both these affec- 
tions in the same patient—and indeed the 
causes which apparently induce the one, 
seem also necessarily to tend to the pro- 
duction of the other. 
Our chief object in noticing the book is 
—not to call to it the attention of the pro- 
fession—that the medical periodicals will do 
—but that of lay individuals, who will not 
otherwise hear of it—to qualify themselves 
to watch the approaches of this insidious 
disease, and get relief in time. Though a 
matter of very inferior consideration—the 
book, it is but justice to add, is well writ- 
ten. We may be sure, where a man ex- 
presses himself well—his ideas are clear— 
and clear ideas imply sound judgment. 
The Newly-discovered Temple of Ca- 
dachio, in the Island of Corfu, illustrated 
by William Railton, Architect. Folio. 
Tn the spring of the year 1825, Mr. Railton 
(the young English architect to whom we 
are indebted for the present elegant illus- 
tration) was waiting at Corfu, for an oppor- 
tunity to proceed on a professional tour in 
Greece and Egypt, when the remains of an 
ancient temple, first discovered three years 
preceding, were being freed, for the second 
time, from the earth, which is continually 
brought down the ravine on Mount Ascen- 
sion, at the foot of which they stand. 
The site of the temple, with respect to 
the ravine, is a remarkable peculiarity ; and 
it is that which has assisted Colonel Whit- 
more, the discoverer, in forming a very pro- 
bable notion of its history. The springs of 
Cadachio, situate about a mile and a half to 
the south-east of the present city of Corfu, 
are the dependence of the shipping which 
frequent the island for their supply of water. 
The water of these springs descends the ra- 
vine ; and it appears to have been the sanc- 
tity of the springs which determined the 
place of the temple. In every other re- 
spect, that place is singularly ill adapted for 
such an edifice. The run of water, and the 
earth brought down with it, must have 
threatened its destruction from the moment 
when it was built ; in the same manner they 
still render it difficult to keep its small re- 
mains unburied. 
But, by these very facts, assisted by the 
inscription on a marble which has been en- 
ved in the Museum Veronese, Colonel 
. has been led to conclude that the temple 
belonged either to sculapius, or to Apollo; 
as, from the style of its remains, he also in- 
fers, that it was built in the same era with 
the Parthenon, and the Temple of Theseus, 
at Athens ; that is, in the fifth century be- 
fore Christ. 
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In five plates, and four pages of letter- 
press, of the folio size, Mr. Railton has here 
illustrated the ground-plan, the elevation to- 
ward the sea, and the general remains of 
the edifice ; and he has done the whole of 
this in the best taste, and with the fullest 
display of professional skill. In his descrip- 
tion, he has introduced extracts from the 
learned and sagacious remarks of Colonel 
Whitmore, and re-quoted the very curious 
and interesting Verona inscription, with a 
translation. Altogether, the little work re- 
flects high credit upon the author, and will 
be thankfully received by his professional 
brethren, and by the lovers of the fine arts, 
and of elassical history in general. 
Life and Remains of Wilmot Warwick ; 
1828.—A volume of light and easy trifles, 
indicating considerable resources in the 
manufacturer. They are mere incidents, 
but the point of interest is artfully seized 
upon, and felicitously developed. A certain 
naiveté of expression, with something of 
the quaint and startling occurring here and 
there, show the writer to be familiar with 
Sterne, and Jeoffrey Crayon, his dedicatee. 
In the stories of the Smuggler, and of Gor- 
don he has touched on the confines of the’ 
pathetic—and the pathetic will be his forte 
(he has the faculty of marking small par- 
ticulars well) notwithstanding the chief 
of his present efforts are spent upon the 
ludicrous—and from the perpetual chace he 
keeps up in pursuit of the comic, he doubt- 
lessly conceives his book to lie in that 
direction. But sketches of this kind are 
not to be closely scanned—they are meant 
for the minute—they leave no impression— 
one expels from the memory the other ;— 
and these especially are unusually loose and 
transient—there is a want of strong lights 
and shades—all is too much of the same 
unexciting hue. 
Warwick tells his own story first—a man 
of the poetic temperament—prefixing the 
roamings of fancy to the ploddings of 
business, till he finds himself a street musi- 
cian, playing tunes at two-pence a dozen. 
At this point he discovers a school-fellow, 
who kindly informs us his friend took cold 
and died, and left him these ‘ remains.”. 
The tales hang slenderly together. The 
author is supposed to be touring—he meets, 
in a fellow-traveller, with an odd fellow— 
whose ‘ oddness’ seems to consist in good 
humour—he tells a tale; they pass the 
evening together at an inn, and the traveller 
tells another—one of ghosts; the author 
goes to bed in a painter’s room—is heated 
and restless, and dreams of ghosts, and is 
alarmed by a dead arm under his back, 
which proves to be his own, a little be- 
numbed, and presently again by the sight 
of the painter’s ‘ lay’ figure—which serves 
for another—makes a visit to a family 
keeping twelfth day—describes the festivi- 
ties—the young ones go to bed, and the 
seniors tell two or three more stories— 
