536 
You’re saddled, and bridled, and ready, 
Alike through the day and the night; 
And well do I-call you, Old Steady, 
That never was known to take fright. 
The Greeks gave the Trojans a shock, 
With a horse that, like mine, was of wood ; 
But being unable to rock, 
Though larger, it was not so good :— 
To be horsed as I am is a pleasure, 
At school to be horsed is no joke ; 
So Pll e’en make the most of my leisure, 
And bid you good-morrow, good folk. 
The Anniversary; 1829.—We can only 
speak of what we know. The Gem, the 
other day, appeared to us, and we said as 
much, to surpass in decoration its rivals— 
but the rivals we had then seen, of course, 
we meant; and now we find The Anniver- 
sary, setting it beside The Gem, to be not, 
indeed, quite Hyperion to a satyr, but as 
much superior to The Gem, as The Gem to 
those we had previously admired. The vo- 
lume, like several others, is all green and 
gold, but of ampler margin, and containing 
full twenty engravings, all of great excel- 
lence. taken from paintings by Lawrence, 
Bonnington (to whose merits and memory, 
by the way, there is a handsome tribute in 
one of the numbers of the French Globe 
this month), Beechey, Shee, Landseer, 
Howard, &c.—of which Westall’s Picka- 
back, Linton’s Morning, and Allan’s Pic- 
ture of Scott in his Study, are the most con- 
spicuous, and must first fix attention. The 
literary department is edited and enriched 
by Allan Cunningham; and contributions 
will be found.from Southey, a piece of some 
little humour, describing the portraits which 
have been exhibited of him—from Profes- 
sors Wilson and Lockhart—and from one, 
few would expect to find in the Annuals, 
Irving, the Scotch preacher, a tale of the 
times of the martyrs. The description of 
Abbotsford, the grotesque and yet beautiful 
creation of Sir Walter Scott’s, is sketched, 
it may be supposed, by Geoffrey Crayon. A 
glance is given of Windsor Castle, and there 
we have the king and his “politeness” again. 
Miss Mitford, also, in a visit of one of her 
farmers and the carpenter’s daughter to 
Ascot races, finds, in the “ king’s gracious- 
ness and dignity, the first gentleman in Eu- 
rope (has the lady seen al the gentleman of 
Europe ?), the greatest sovereign of the 
Monthly Review of Literature. 
[Nov- 
world.’”? Somebody also eulogizes the late 
Sir George Beaumont ; and he also, “ to 
the easy dignity which we assign to the 
Sidneys and the Raleighs of Elizabeth’s 
court, united the polished manners, refined 
taste, and sense of propriety, which distin- 
guish George the Fourth.”” When shall 
we have done with this stuff ? 
We have no space to quote—or pieces of 
equal merit, with any of the other annualists 
which we have yet seen, might readily have 
been presented. 
The Literary Souvenir ; 1829.—Of this 
we have seen nothing at present, but the 
proof plates, to the number of thirteen. Of 
these deserve to be distinguished a good 
portrait of Sir Walter Scott, which very dis- 
tinctly recalled to us his features as we, not 
very long ago, quietly contemplated them, 
on finding him at our elbow, gazing at an 
exhibition of fantoccini, in Burlington-street 5 
—Cupid among the Graces, from Hilton’s 
painting—a very charming group, except 
that Cupid’s wig has just suffered from the 
friseur’s curling-irons ;—and The Sisters, 
by Stephanoff: the detecting sister has a 
laughing eye and sunny smile, quite in- 
comparable and irresistible. 
Portrait of the Right Hon. Mary Eliza- 
beth Baroness de Clifford, &c. &¢., En- 
graved by T. Wright, from a Painting by 
Derby.—A very great proportion of the 
drawings, or rather the best of them, that 
were made for Mr. Lodge’s valuable work, 
and exhibited last season at Mr. Harding’s, 
Pall-Mall East, were executed by the very 
clever artist, Mr. Derby, the painter of 
the excellent picture, from which this ex- 
tremely beautiful engraving has been made. 
Mr. Wright, who, in his line of éngray- 
ing, is decidedly at the top of the list, has 
been most successful in giving to the fea- 
tures the pleasing and amiable expression 
which characterizes the noble lady they re- 
present. This engraving is to form the 
47th of a Series of Portraits of Tlustrious 
Females, now ‘publishing in a work of 
much respectability, entitled La BrLitEe 
ASSEMBLEE, the oracle of ladies’ fashions. 
It is not usual for Magazines to criticize 
each other’s performances, but as the plate 
is before us, we will not withhold our praise 
where it is so well merited. 
