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No. 103.

SATURDAY, JANUARY 9, 1819.

REVIEW OF NEW BOOKS.

Letters from the Hon. Horace Walpole to the Rev. William Cole and others, from 1745 to 1782. Now first published from the Originals. London 1818. 4to. pp. 259.

The great success which attended the recent publication of Horace Walpole's Letters to Mr. Montagu, (of which we serted a review in no fewer than four Nambers of our volume for 1818) has, We imagine, led to this second publication of the same kind and of similar rit. The lively and Montaigne-ish character of the writer; his intercourse

literature of the day his pene table vanity in disclaiming value in 4 Amself, and undervaluing others; his acuteness of remark and frequent seve*rity of opinion; his anecdote, and even his gossiping, form entirely so agreeable melange, that few books offer more entertainment than his correspondence. From the praise of being eminently

ence to order and nice connexion, and
only influenced by our greater relish for
such as speak of literary men and
matters.

In January 1769, Mr. Walpole writes -
I have been eagerly reading Mr. Shen-
stone's Letters, which, tho' containing no-
thing but trifles, amused me extremely, as
they mention so many persons I know;
particularly myself. I found there, what i
did not know, and what, I believe, Mr.
Gray himself never knew, that his ode on
my cat was written to ridicule Lord Little-
ton's monody. It is just as true as that the
latter will survive, and the former be for-
gotten. There is another anecdote equally
vulgar, and void of truth: that my father,
Mr. Shenstone thought, that, after he quit-
ted his place, he to coffee-houses to
sitting in George's coffee-house (I suppose
learn news,) was asked to contribute to a
figure of himself that was to be beheaded
by the mob. I do remember something
like it, but it happened to myself. I met
a mob, just after my father was out, in

know

Hanover-square, and drove up to it, to
what was the matter. They were carrying
about a figure of my sister. This probably
gave rise to the other story. That on my
uncle I never heard; but it is a good story,
and not at all improbable. I felt great pity,
on reading these Letters, for the narrow cir-
cumstances of the author, and the passion

to

50, we must except the early pages of the present volume, which are not so amusing as the rest, though very far from being devoid of interest. The author is so well known, that we shall not deem it necessary to prolong our I preface, further than to state that the MS. originals of the letters are in the British Museum, and that Mr. Cole, icar of Burnham, Buckinghamshire, was a distinguished antiquarian, who akorded much liberal and important assistance to his contemporaries, though he never published any thing himself. He died Dec. 16th, 1782, aged 68, and within six weeks of the date of Mr. Walole's last letter, so that their friendship "Ritinued to the end; which was not Che case with Mr. Montagu, who ceased years before his death to have any mmunication with his once dearest end. We may also premise, that ay of these letters treat of the Chat- them they cannot possibly see the house,

Lerton controversy, and of the author's fence of himself from the charge of

for fame that he was tormented with;
yet he had much more fame than his talents
intitled him too. Poor man! he wanted
have all the world talk of him for the pretty
place he had made; and which he seems to
have made only that it might be talked of.
The first time a company came to see my
house, I felt his joy. I am now so tired of
it, that I shudder when the bell rings at the
gate. It is as bad as keeping an inn, and I am
often tempted to deny its being shewn, if it
would not be ill-natured to those that come,
and to my housekeeper. I own, I was one
day too cross. I had been plagued all the
week with staring crowds. At last it rained
a deluge. Well, said I, at last, nobody
will come to-day. The words were scarce
uttered, when the bell rang. A company
desired to see the house. I replied, Tell

but they are very welcome to walk in the
garden.

being harsh to that unfortunate im-
Three years later in date-
postor; and of his disputes with and I have got to-day, and am reading with
intempt of the Antiquarian Society,
iam both of which subjects, as they do not know the author, but he is of Ox-
would lead us into too much disquisi-

entertainment, two vols. in 8vo. the Lives

PRICE 8d.

Locke: a very odd conjunction!-It says that Arts were brought from the East by Peter Gower. As I am not sure you will find an account of this singular person in all your collections, be it known to you, that Peter Gower was commonly called Pythagoras. I remember our newspapers insisting, that Thomas Kouli Khan was an Irishman, and that his true name was Thomas Callaghan.

On reading over my letter, I find I am no sceptic, having affirmed no less than four times, that I am sure. Though this is extremely awkward, I am sure I will not write my letter over again; so pray excuse or burn my tautology.

We rejoice to say that the reproach in the following paragraph (Aug. 1772) mirable repairs of York Cathedral is entirely dorre away, by the ad

I have seen Lincoln and York; and, to say the truth, prefer the former in some respects. In truth I was scandalized in the latter. William of Hatfield's tomb and

figure is thrown aside into a hole; and yet the chapter possess an estate that his mother gave them. I have charged Mr. Mason with my anathema, unless they do justice. I saw Roche Abbey too, which is hid in such a venerable chasm, that you might lie concealed there even from a squire parson of the parish. Lord Scarborough, to whom it belongs, and who lives at next

door, neglects as much as if he was afraid of ghosts. I believe Montesino's cave lay in just such a solemn thicket, which is now so over-grown, that when one finds the spot, one can scarce find the ruins.

I forgot to tell you, that in the screen of York Minster there are most curious statues of the kings of England, from the Conqueror to Henry 6th, very singular, evidently by two different hands, the one better than the other, and most of them, I

am persuaded, very authentic. Richard 2d, Henry 3d, and Henry 5th, I am sure are; and Henry 4th, though unlike the common portrait at Hampton-court in Herefordshire, the most singular and villa

and villanous countenance

I ever saw. I intend to try to get them well engraved. That old fool James Ist is crowded in, in the place of Henry 6th, that was taken away to make room for this piece of flattery. For the chapter did

not slight live princes.

Though the author afterwards gets a little more reconciled to Mr. Gough, and even lends him pictures for his work on

British Antiquities repossessions Leland, Hearne, Antony Wood. I he seems never to against him, thus painted in 1773

ford. I think you should add that of your

Mr. Gough wants to be introduced to

tam, we shall abstain in our extracts. friend Brown Willis. There is a queer These extracts will therefore appear piece on Free-masonry in one of the voalmost a selection of the most piquant lumes, said to be written, on very slender me! Indeed! I would see him as he has Passages and anecdotes, without refer- authority, by Henry 6th, with notes by Mr. ❘ been midwife to Masters; but he is so dull, VOL. III.

Ibla)

an author. He set out with Ornithology, | (who happened to be the possesso
and a little Natural History, and picks up
his knowledge as he rides. I have a still
lower idea of Mr. Gough: for Mr. Pen-
nant, at least, is very civil: the other is a
hog. Mr. Fenn, another smatterer in an-
tiquity, but a very good sort of man, told
me, Mr. Gough desired to be introduced to

that he would only be troublesome-and
besides you know I shun authors, and would
never have been one myself, if it obliged
me to keep such bad company. They are
always in earnest, and think their profession
serious, and dwell upon trifles and reverence
learning. I laugh at all those things, and
write only to laugh at them, and divert my-
self. None of us are authors of any conse-me-but as he has been such a bear to you,

quence; and it is the most ridiculous of all
vanities to be vain of being mediocre. A
page in a great author humbles me to the
dust, and the conversation of those that are
not superiorto myself, reminds me of what
will be thought of myself. I blush to flat-
ter them, or to be flattered by them, and
should dread letters being published some
time or other, in which they should relate
our interviews, and we should appear like
those puny conceited witlings in Shenstone's
and Hugh's Correspondence, who give
themselves airs from being in possession of
the soil of Parnassus for the time being; as
peers are proud, because they enjoy the
estates of great men who went before them.
Mr. Gough is very welcome to see Straw-
berry-hill; or I would help him to any
scraps in n posses possession, that would assist
his publications; tho though he is of those
industrious, who are only reburying the

dead-but I cannot be acquainted with him. It is contrary to my system, and my humour; and, besides, I know nothing of barrows, and Danish entrenchments, and Saxon barbarisms, and Phoenician characters-in short, I know nothing of those ages that knew nothing-then how should I be of use to modern literati? All the Scotch metaphysicians have sent me their works. I did not read one of them, because I do not understand, what is not understood by those that write about it; and I did not get acquainted with one of the writers. I should like to be intimate with Mr. Anstey, even though he wrote Lord Buckhorse, or with the author of the Heroic Epistle--I have no thirst to know the rest of my cotemporaries, from the absurd bombast of Dr. Johnson down to the silly Dr. Goldsmith; though

the latter changeling has had brigit gleams

of parts, former had sense,

changed it for words, and sold it fora pent that I have seen Pope, and lived with Gray,

sion. Don't think me scornful.

Adieu!

There is much truth in these remarks, with much to which we cannot subscribe. The next paragraph is curious in several

respects.

Mr. Pennant has given a new edition of his former Tour, with more cuts. Among others, is the vulgar head, called the countess of Desmond. I told him I had discovered, and proved past contradiction, that it is Rembrandt's mother. He owned it, and said, he would correct it by a notebut he has not. This is a brave way of being an antiquary! as if there could be any merit in giving for genuine, what knows to be spurious. He is, indeed, a superficial man, and knows little of history or antiquity: but he has a violent rage for being

one

he shall not come. The Society of Anti-
quaries put me in mind of what the old
Lord Pembroke said to Anstis, the herald:
"Thou silly fellow, thou dost not know thy
own silly business." If they went beyond
taste, by poking into barbarous ages, when
there was no taste, one could forgive them
-but they catch at the first ugly thing they
see, and take it for old, because it is new
to them, and then usher it pompously into
the world, as if they had made a discovery:
tho' they have not yet cleared up a single
point that is of the least importance, or
that tends to settle any obscure passage in
history.

(To be concluded in our next.)

He sprung upon him like a wild beas its utmost fury, and clung to him, a overpowering him, threw him upon head, and broke his neck. Silent was warrior's heart, for Antar had annihila him, and he took possession of his arm and his stud.

He next assailed the rear of the ba and slew twenty of them; and t killing the chief, the Cahtanians w panic struck, and fled without their pr In that age it is stated,

The Arabs were of two classes; fr Yemen to India they were called the tribe Cahtan; and in Mecca and Hijaz they w called the tribe of Adnan.

Antar's last exploit recommended hi to the favour of all the women, and e

pecially of Semeeah, his father's wi and previously his enemy. On the turn of Shedad he found the captur

* Alluding to his not having answered a letter horses among his herds, and suspecti from Mr. Cole for nearly a twelvemonth.

ANTAR, a Bedoueen Romance, translated
from the Arabic, &c. London 1819.
Small 8vo. pp. 298.

(Continued.)

Our last left Antar exulting over the
Lion he had slain, and noticed the pru-

dent resolution of his enemies, who wit-
nessed this exploit, not to attack him
openly. Soon after this the tribe of Abs
set out to attack the tribe of Temeem,
and our heroic Slave was left with others
in charge of the houses and women.
The females seem to make a sort of
festival during the absence of their
lords; for

They sat down to eat, and the wine cups
went merrily round. It was the spring of
the year, when the whole land shone in all
its glory; the vines hung luxuriantly in
the arbours; the flowers shed around am-
brosial fragrance; every hillock sparkled
in the beauty of its colours; the birds in
responsive melody sang sweetly from each
bush, and harmony issued from their
throats; every ear was enchanted; the
ground was covered with flowers and herbs;
whilst the nightingales filled the air with
their softest notes. Then the damsels beat

the cymbal, and recited

Antar of having murdered their ride for the sake of the animals, he boun

him with a rope, and beat him with whip. Such was the filial reverence these days, that the son bore this punis ment without resistance: at length S meeah came and discovered the secret his gallantry and conduct. The kin Zoheir, also honoured him greatly f the deliverance he had wrought. H next feat was of the same kind, again 300 marauding Cahtanians who attack the Princes of Abs on a party of ple sure, but were routed by the extraord nary prowess and force of Antar. F this he was taken from tending ti flocks, and raised by the King to th rank of a warrior.

Antar's faithful love for Ibla is no talked of with his other good qualitie and being called into the presence of mistress, he is desired to sing her prais His song is a fine specimen of the con positions of that er, at once beautiful

simple and highly figurative.

I love thee with the love of a noble bor hero; and I am content with thy imagina phantom. Thou art my sovereign in very blood; and my mistress; and in th is all my confidence. O Ibla, my descri tion cannot pourtray thee, for thou cou prehendest every perfection! Were I

say thy face is like the full moon of heave where in that full moon is the eye of th antelope? Were I to say thy shape is lik the branch of the Erak-tree; Othou shame

This sweetly painted scene is heightened to introduce disaster. In the midst of their dancing and sports, a cloud of dust suddenly rises, and a troop of seventy horsemen, "armed with cuirasses and coats of mail, and Aadite it in the grace of thy form! In thy for helmets, crying out, O by Cahtan!" surprise and carry off the women and virgins, and Ibla among the latter. This roused the spirit of Antar, who, un bosom is created as an enchantment. armed as he was, pursued the ravishers may God protect it ever in that perfection on foot, and, overtaking the hindmost To be connected with thee, is to be con

head is my guide to truth; and in t night of thy tresses I wander astray. Th teeth resemble stringed jewels; but ho can I liken them to lifeless pearls? Th

inted with every joy, but separated from my world is the bond of thy connexion. Vader thy veil is the rose-bud of my life, a thine eyes are guarded with a multide of arrows; round thy tent is a lion artior, the sword's edge, and the spear's pizt. O thy face is like the full moon of Heaven, allied to light, but far from my Mipes.

We know not how many of our waders will agree with us in thinking this song preeminently pathetic and poetical: we confess that we are not wurprised at its effects on Ibla and her ther, who were astonished, and Ibla garded the bard with affection, nor that the "verses were soon published ongst the whole tribe, and men and

When sang and repeated them."

His rise in honour and fame augWented the hatred of Antar's enemies; hat he continued his marvellous career, arad fouled every stratagem to assassinate and overthrew every foe of the the of Abs, in which he was greatly sisted by his half-brother Shiboob, an erring archer. Antar, after a dreadful :tle, in which he destroys the King of

Le Cahtans, determines that Shedad

leither acknowledge him as his Son, be will kill him and transfer his serWites to another tribe more sensible of las merits.

The King gave Antar a beautiful robe, and mounted him on an Arab horse, and a lace of burnished gold, studded with pearls and jewels; he presented him also an excellent sword, and Antar quitted the tents of King Zoheir, clothed in that perb robe and cloak, and mounted on the horse. But he soon dismounted, and walked by the side of his father; and when entered the tent, Antar kissed his ery feet: O master, said he, why do Tori Bot grant me my due, as others, far and a, have done? or bestow on me what I mush desire? Tell me, said Shedad, at you want, make known what you w. that I may be kind to you; I will ! avariciously refuse you. Now Shedad ght he wanted a camel to ride, or a ft to live in, or a female slave to attend m. But Antar replied, I request of you, Dester, that the rank and dignity of an be appropriated to me; and that you ** acknowledge me as your son, and "Delf as my father, so that my rank may tade known, and I become a Chief; in truth I will reward you as no one can, I will reduce the Arab Princes to your obedience, through fear

:

selves

y sword and spear.

When Antar had finished speaking, Sheeyes started into the crown of his , his affections cooled, and his disorder mind increased. Thou base-born! he Ted, hast thou forgotten that thou hast ted the camels and the sheep, and cold the ordure of beasts among the راست Alains? Thou son of a slave; verily,

the robe of King Zoheir plays about thy loins, and his words float upon thine ears; thou hast indeed made a demand, and hast raised thyself on high; and thou wouldst make me a by-word with every one that should hear thee: nothing have I for thee but a sword, and I will cut off thy head. Upon this, Shedad drew his sword, as soon as he had finished, and rushed at him, and all the slaves ran away from him. Semeeah however interfered, and prevented bloodshed. We quote the passage to shew the insuperable difficulties in the way of a person born a slave, emerging from his grade in these ancient times. Even Antar, the son of a high Chief, and the performer of so many heroic exploits, was denied and spurned

for the request. In his despair he seeks his friend Prince Malik, who inquires the cause of his grief.

O, my Lord, he replied, I demanded of my father the rank and honour of an Arab; but he has abused me, and beaten me, and wished to kill me, and has made me a laughing-stock among the Arab Chiefs. You have been wrong, said Malik to Antar, in this sad affair; you have done that which would not, at any rate, have induced him to acknowledge you. Do not, ny Lord, continued Antar, reprove my ambition, which often robs me of my wits and discretion; but had I not been intoxicated, this would not have happened, and I should have concealed iny wishes, and submitted patiently to my misfortunes, till death had overtaken me. But in all circumstances thou art my master, Ah! my Lord, continued he, how

often have I relieved them from their foes,

and no one ever assisted me! Know too, that I love Ibla, the daughter of my Uncle Malik; and she drives away the sleep from my eyelids, and in my sleepless nights I am united to her; but my father Shedad has cut off all my hopes, and misfortunes upon misfortunes overpower me. I only demanded to be recognized as his son, that I might be united to her; but truly all my hopes of her are completely destroyed. No joy now remains for me, and the light of the day is the darkness of night in my eyes. I have no home but among the wild beasts

and reptiles.

This passionate complaint moves the sympathy of the kind Prince, who consulted with his father as to what might

be done for Antar; but in the meantime, having armed himself, he set out alone, reckless of all, and pursuing no certain path in his desertion of his ungrateful country. Accidentally meeting under the command of Ghegadh, he joins with a predatory band of his own tribe,

on

twelve hundred years ago the Arabs set upon particular breeds of their horses. When we recollect how little of Arab record, prior to the appearance of Mahomet, is known, the extract will, we think, be read with interest.

some

high raised

In this manner they proceeded till they approached the land of the tribe of Cahtan, where they saw a great quantity of cattle, and tents and lofty pavilions many horses running about and camels grazing, and the people unsuspicious of a reverse of fortune. Here, my cousins, said Ghegadh, is a rich tribe, and the people few in number; let us attack and despoil them whilst it is dark, and we will quit their country in safety; before morning we shall be far away among the wastes. They instantly shook their lances in their hands, and drew

their brilliant faulchions; and as they drove the camels and the horses from the tents and the habitations, the men mounted to keep them off from the women and families. But the sons of Abs forced them back towards the tents, and trampled them down upon the ground, seizing their property and spoil. Antar rushed down upon them, and obliged them to fly. Do you, said Ghegadh to Antar, drive away

cattle, and we will repulse all that pursue them.

Antar drove away the cattle, and had proceeded some way, when lo! a knight rushed out from the ravines in the rocks, mounted on a dark-coloured colt, beautiful and compact, and it was of a race much prized among the Arabs; his hoofs were as flat as the beaten coin; when he neighed,

he seemed as if about to speak, and his

ears like quills; his sire was Wasil, and his dame Hemama. When Antar cast his eyes upon the horse, and observed his speed and his paces, and his uncommon beauty, he felt that no horse could surpass them, so his whole heart and soul longed

for it.

Antar was not a person to long for any thing and not attempt to obtain it. He left the plundered cattle, and pursued the stranger, "a renowned horseman called Harith, the son of Obad," till sunset, when they reached a broad plain. Some parley ensued, and Harith ultimately gave his horse, on condition that the booty should be restored to the wretched Cahtans. His character of the steed is singular, and beats the best of our racing calendars.

A horse like this, says he, whose lineage is as well known as that of the nobles' warriors; for should his master be in diffi

culties, he will liberate him; he moves and flies without wings; and if you have not heard of his fame, I will tell you-he is called Abjer, whom Chosroe and the Grecian Emperors, and the princes of the tribe of Asfar, have anxiously wished to possess.

them their plundering excursion, under condition of receiving a share of one fourth, and they proceed together. We copy the result, as not only curiously illustrative of the manners of the age, Having found refuge and eaten bread but of the prodigious value which even | with the tribe despoiled by Antar and his companions, the benevolent Harith | seems to have been less in proportion than that is, those who have sent tribute in Ar

however ransoms them by the sacrifice of his renowned steed, which Antar "like a king of the land far and wide."-But we can follow his strange adventures no further at present.

mounted

Considerations on the Political and Commercial state of the European Powers, from the Revolution, to the Congress of Aix-la-Chapelle.

Among the various political pamplilets which have lately issued from the French press, none has excited more attention than one under the above title, from the pen of M. Dorion, a name well known in the literary circles of Paris, from several much admired poetical works which have at different times appeared.

The Author takes a rapid but masterly

in some other cities: there were at Berlin,
57; at Potsdam, 77: at Francfort on the
Oder, 41; at Breslau, 58; at Leignitz, 37;
at Reichenbach, 56; at Magdeburg, 50;
at Merseburg, 39; and at Dusseldorff, 24.

ANALYSIS OF THE JOURNAL DES SAVANS,
FOR NOVEMBER 1818.

(Continued.)

Art. IV. Morrison's View of China, for
philological purposes.

Mr. Robert Morrison is acknowledged
by the English who study Chinese litera-
ture, to be one of those who have made the
greatest progress in it, and have best sur-
mounted its difficulties.

In preparing, for the Chinese dictionary which he has undertaken, the extracts which are to form the basis of his labours, Mr. Morrison perceived that a great num

view of the events of the French Revo-ber of details relative to the history, the

lution, and their effects in the different States of Europe, and develops, with great ability, the probable results of the political arrangements consequent upon the expulsion of Buonaparte from Europe. This pamphlet has been much read by all parties in Paris, and, from the excellence of the style, the clearness of the reasoning, and the important facts which it contains, is so justly celebrated on the Continent, that we have thought it proper to announce its claims to English readers.

CASUALTIES IN PRUSSIA, IN 1817.

M. Von Kampz, at Berlin, has published a remarkable statement of all the casualties that occurred in the Prussian Monarchy in the course of the year 1817, extracted from

official documents. The number of those who perished by a violent death, was no less than 1925; among whom were, in bathing, 125; on the ice, 24; struck by lightning, 44; frozen to death, 29;

focated, 25; by Hydrophobia, 8; by firearms, 60. The number of suicides was seven hundred! There occurred instances

of manslaughter, 60; murder, 48; infan

ticide, 94; persons murdered by their husbands There were duels,

wives, 12.

robberies, 9646; burglaries, 1409; highway robberies, 141; arson, 159 instances. The whole number of crimes committed,

amounted to 12,292. The whole population of the Prussian Monarchy, according to official statements, amounts to about 10,058,000 souls. By accidental fires were destroyed, 19 public buildings; 1298 barns and other out-buildings; 1210 dwellinghouses; 684 farm-houses. In the district included in the Government of Berlin,

there were

For 3140 persons, 1 suicide.
For 179,000 persons, 1 murder.

For 319 persons, 1 robbery.

The number of suicides is surely enormous. The number of suicides at Berlin • From this statement it appears that, after all, England is not the country most stained with this deadly sin.-ED.

governm

government, the geography, or the customs
of China, could not find a place in a dic-
tionary, though they were indispensable to
those who desire to read Chinese books.
As he had wanted them himself, he judged
that they might be useful to others, and has
collected them in a volume, which may
serve as a manual, and be of service even
to those who learn nothing new from it.

With respect to Chronology, the Author
has not attempted any new discussion of
those great questions, in the Chinese an-
nals, which have a claim on the attention of
all the nations in the world. It would re-

quire long and profound researches on this
subject, to add any thing to the information
which we owe to Gaubil, the Deguignes,

Couplet, Amiot, and so many other learned

missionaries or laymen, whose works must
always be the guide of those who shall
henceforth treat on these subjects. Mr.
Morrison has not pretended to surpass
them, and, if we may speak our thoughts,
we are tempted to believe that he is not ac-
quainted with them. He has contented
himself with drawing up a table, which he

has, rather oddly, begun at our times, and
ended with the fabulous ages. This table,
less imperfect than those of Fourmont, and
Deguignes (the son,) is even preferable to
those of Couplet, and Deguignes (the
father,) the naines of the Emperors being
set down in Chinese, with the years of their

reign. Besides the list of Emperors, the

table contains likewise the series of remark-
able events, or rather of the irregularities
which have struck the author in the course

of his reading.

bassadors to China, as the Coreans, t
Tonquinese, the Ho-lan (Hollanders,) th
Houng-mao, or red hair, now called Ira
ki-li (English,) the Oros, or Russians, an
numberless others. As the author h
taken these details from the great geogr
phical work composed by order of t
Mantchou Emperors, they contain curio
particulars. The table of the latitudes an
longitudes of several cities of Tartary, a
cording to the grand imperial map, mu
particularly engage the attention of geog
phers. But what Mr. Morrison has add
to these authentic documents, and the con
parisons he has endeavoured to make, co
tain a considerable number of importa
errors. For instance, he takes the Kalkas f
the Kirgis; Ya-ke-sa, or Yaksa, for Y
koutzk, which is above 200 leagues distan
from it; Niptchou, or Nertchinsk, for T
bolsk, which is nearly 500 leagues from
&c. &c. What is more remarkable, in
book printed in China, there are ma
errata in the orthography or the pronunci
tion of the Chinese characters; some
which recur so frequently, that they c
scarcely be attributed to negligence or
attention.

The names and titles of the officers Government are among the matters the Chinese book, the most embarras ing to European readers. Mr. Morris has drawn up a table of them, which m be very useful, though it is not complet He has added the list of the festivals, of t Constellations, of the twenty-four divisio

of the year, and, lastly, of the divinities spirits adored by the three predomina sects, with some notes on the marriage

the funerals, the eight Trigrammes of Fo hi, &c. All these things, which stop us every page of the books, require explan tions, which it is as easy to obtain in Chi as it is difficult to procure in Europe. This is doubtless sufficient to recomme the work in which they are found unite but we are obliged to confess that this is chief merit.

Mr. Morrison, who is engaged, as eve body knows, in the composition of a d tionary which will occupy his whole li terminates the work before us by observin that a European has few motives to und take the study of the Chinese, or at le no motives strong enough to induce him

study it successfully. In another place,

says that "No person in Europe has s ceeded in acquiring the language to extent." These two assertions appear to equally singular. They proceed, we thin from Mr. Morrison's opinion, that a pers at Canton possesses more means than be had in France or in England, to ma himself familiar with the Chinese Liter ture, and to judge of its merit. But t is a great ercor. None of those persons Europe who have seriously applied to t Chinese, would have committed the faul

After the chronological table, there is a View of the Empire of the Mantchous, comprising the twenty provinces of China and Oriental Tartary. The author states the name of the Capital of each Province, its distance from Pekin in Li, and the population of each, the sum total of which he estimates at a little less than 150,000,000. He gives the lists of the tribes of Mongols which we have noticed in the work of M and other Tartar people, recently rendered Morrison. When he said, on a former o subject to the Empire. Afterwards comes casion, that a person would be more adva an enumeration of the tributary nations, ❘ tageously situated for composing a Chine

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dictionary, at London or at Paris, than at Cauton, this assertion may perhaps have appeared paradoxical. We would now go farther and say, that it is more easy to acquire there an intimate knowledge of the language, in a literary and historical view. There are more means of comparison, more materials prepared beforehand, more real ads. Without speaking of the Chinese, we may observe what happens in the study of other Oriental languages. We often literati, who have never been out of France, surpass, in their knowledge of the anguages, the history, and the literature of the Eastern nations, those who have had to other advantage than that of visiting the rantry, and sometimes even the best inforned travellers. We need not go far to

and instances.

(To be Cuntinaed.)

ORIGINAL CORRESPONDENCE.

ON THE STATE OF MUSIC AND MUSICAL
TUITION IN ENGLAND.

The obstacles to a proper study of Music in this country are indeed very numerous. Amongst the most formidable must be reckoned that sort of dabbling in music which has become almost universal among the wealthier classes of society. The art followed the course of every fashionable cupation in this country; it has descended gradually from the higher to the lower ranks of life, itself partaking of the degradation at each step. For it is requisite to 1 wire by diligent practice and long tuitina, the facility of execution necessary to earn the approbation of a fashionable assembly. In such society, the degree of skill attained is judged of by comparison between rival performers, vying with each other, which can excite the most astonishmeat in the audience, by the dexterity of eir musical feats. And though no real wledge of music can possibly result such efforts, considerable readiness in the mechanical part of the art is thereby Pined. In the less exalted ranks of life scan never be, very generally at least, the case. There no expensive tuition can resorted to, no great portion of time thdrawn from the common occupations of to be consumed in musical study. There re are no crowded parties of soi-disant soisseurs to exhibit before; and though opportunities of gratification for indivivanity are perhaps not fewer, yet it is at a much cheaper rate. The fare is ser, but the appetite is quite as keen. it is an artificial appetite, kept alive by -on, and fed by the sordid craft of inaerable musical quacks, who, for the of their trade, purposely banish true Cowledge, and cry down its advocates. In Aland, every thing is put to profit. A w's wits are often as productive a stock trade as his money; nor can there be a Ater field for gain than the fashionable hes of the day: these succeed each other inconceivable rapidity, and attach themthes to every pursuit, whether noble or

efit

ignoble, useful or pernicious. No wonder | capable of teaching with effect, who cannot
then that Music, the most accessible, the illustrate his lessons by example as well as
most universally pleasing and ornamental precept. Nothing is more common than
of the fine arts, should have felt the influ-
ence of that domineering and capricious

power.

True musical inclination never can be universal; it is not so among the most musical people in Europe. Fashion is much more so. It says, "There shall be music in society" - But what sort of music?" Any sort-only let every family that can afford it have a Pianoforte, and hire a master; then make what you please of it." And, indeed, we are a most egregiously musical nation. There are as many Pianofortes, and as many teachers in London alone, as in all the capitals of Europe put together! Yet as far as social music is concerned, there is not one half the good music to be met with here as in any one of them. All this is "passing strange," yet of most easy solution. The fact is, that the great majority of our music masters know nothing at all about the matter. But since fashion has introduced the Pianoforte and the Harp into every decent family in the metropolis, the demand for masters is proportionably great; there is an excellent market, and inferior goods pass off at a high price. Any man who can play a concerto of Handel, or accompany a song without much blundering, sets up in business as a music master. He cannot of course teach more than he knows, and therefore pupils of talent fare no better than those who have none. This stock is soon exhausted; but fortunately the deficiency is not perceived, a cloud of happy ignorance envelops parents, teachers, and pupils alike, and thus they blunder on together to the end of the chapter. Real talent remains undiscovered, because it has no opportunity of developing itself. Every teacher is interested in crying down the higher class of composers, because their works are beyond the reach of his acquirements. They are as far from comprehending Handel, as far from appreciating his greatest beauties, as they are from possessing any knowledge of his great successors. I have myself known families, who, after having drawn from their music masters all that they were able to teach (which indeed barely exceeded the first principles of the art,) have retained them for a great length of time from mere ignorance of that fact; which, when clearly pointed out, has occasioned much surprise, and the sudden dismissal of their musical quack. There is a test which, though in itself perfectly fair and equitable, would deprive half the music masters in England of the means of imposing on the public. If every family engaging a teacher were to require him, proof of his qualification, to play with correctness and taste, before some competent judge, any one piece out of that class of compositions which he proposes to make subjects of his instructions, I greatly fear that barely one in five would come off with credit.

as a

It is preposterous to say that any man is

to hear the abilities of a teacher extolled to the skies, though he himself would bungle most miserably over the lesson he pretends to teach. Nay, more! he would himself most unblushingly avow his own incompetence, and urge his knowledge of music and experience in the art of teaching, as a most ample title to the credit he may enjoy. In one respect he is quite right; he may communicate a thorough knowledge of the elements of music, if any pupil has the patience to follow him through the drudgery of technical detail, with the certainty that

the ultimate reward is out of the reach of both. In Music, it is most eminently true that "example is better than precept; "and I will venture to assert, that every pupil of talent will derive more benefit from hearing his study correctly and tastefully performed, than from mere dry instruction in the mechanical and theoretical part of it. It would be silly to deny the necessity of precept; but without constant and correct exemplification, it must remain a dead letter.

If more attention were paid to ascertain the existence of real musical talent before expensive instruction is resorted to, there would be indeed fewer pupils and fewer masters; but the good consequences to the progress of the art in England, would be incalculable. Now, hours upon hours are consumed in unprofitable, because ill-directed, labour; and that, in a great measure, from want of knowing what might be done in the same time by a better system of study. The mists which obscure our musical horizon, disperse but slowly; and, indeed, I should consider it no bad symptom if Music were to go out of fashion, for then it would be intolerable in all but persons of real ability; others would have no inducement to apply to it, as a means of gratifying the passion for fashionable notoriety. It ought to be generally felt and understood, that we must begin with enlarging our acquaintance with the ancient as well as the modern composers. We must throw off the degrading yoke imposed upon us by the host of interested ignoramuses. We must check the progress of that system of imposition which is now carrying on by foreign masters, in imitation of the native tribe. Most of them are unquestionably superior to our own masters; yet such is the vanity of the whole race, such the readiness with which they have adopted the practices of the craft, that instead of leading their pupils directly to the fountain head of elegant and scientific harmony, they rather consider thein as a channel for disseminating and making profit of their own productions. They delight in sending out a race of musical rope-dancers and harlequins, whose feats are surprising, but their music not worth a farthing. But it is a mistake to suppose that talent and feeling are at all necessary to compass such tricks as these, either on the Pianoforte or any other instrument. This astonishing, this absolutely alarming accomplishment, is the

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