"In one respect the picture differsfrom the one I remember and also from the original at Hampton Court: thesubject is the inspection of the Tenth Hussars, the Prince of Wales's regiment, by the King. It is singular enough, that in this copy the figure of the Prince is omitted; which was done by the King's desire, and is a striking and rather comical proof of the dislike which he felt towards his son. dined here, and remarked to Lord Sand hinted that it ought to be restored. the copy remains in its original state."

When the Prince became King, he that his portrait had been omitted, This, however, was evaded; and

Her Ladyship cherishes a tolerant, yet a sweetly religious spirit. She remarks:

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"In the Life of Wilberforce,' it is said of Scott's novels, 'Never scarcely did he lay down these fascinating volumes without repeating his complaint, that they should have so little moral or religious object. They remind me, said he, of a giant spending his strength in cracking nuts. I would rather go to render up my accounts at the last day carrying with me 'The Shepherd of Salisbury Plain,' than bearing the load of all those volumes, full as they are of genius.' I do not quite agree with Wilberforce in this, but still it is true that there is not any great religious tendency in Scott's writings. This I think is because they are the offspring of a mind, certainly not irreligious, but too innately good to feel the habitual necessity of religion to keep it in order. Some few characters there are, even in this evil world, who seem so well disposed, as scarcely to require the curb of religion. It is difficult for them to comprehend the absolute necessity of being guided in all things by the precepts of the Gospel, and therefore they do not see the great importance of instilling these precepts into the minds of others."

We are over to the Emerald Isle, and fall in with the Trappists of Mont Mellerie :

"The crops, enclosures, and planting of this extraordinary establishment, are truly wonderful, when we consider that seven years ago it was a wild Our wonder increased when we approached the buildings. They are of great extent, and though not finished, are advancing rapidly towards completion. We were told that the change of habits in the population of this mountain district since the establishment of the Trappists, is very remarkable. It was a notoriously lawless neighbourhood, where outlaws and stolen sheep were sure to be found. Now nothing can be more peaceable. The results of labour, judiciously applied, must also be of immense advantage; and the system of the establishment insures this application. The works of each department are directed by clever men, who by study become informed of all the recent discoveries, and are enabled thus to give the best instruction. We were very courteously received by the Superior, who showed us all over the establishment. He has a most benevo lent countenance, full of Christian humility, yet quite devoid of that cringing and servile expression I have sometimes remarked in Italian monks. He first took us through the garden; where the only flowers they have yet

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cultivated were blooming over the few graves of deceased brethren. The sun was shining upon them and upon the painted glass window of the chapel near. I was struck with the idea that these poor men must enjoy a more firm conviction of future bliss than most people. Their own daily fare is hard, and apparently miserable. No luxury, no ornament of any kind, is visible in those parts of the building in which they dwell. The garden, too, only contains common vegetables for their use; but the church is highly decorated. They expend all their money, all their ingenuity, in embellishing the temple of the God they serve; and they cause flowers to bloom on the graves of those who are gone, as if to show that real bliss can only be found in a hereafter. There are about seventy monks in the establishment, all English and Irish. They were invited to return to France, but refused. Some of them were men of rank and fortune; but once a brother, all distinction ceases. Their dress is a white cloth robe, over it a black cape, with long ends reaching before nearly to the feet, and a pointed hood of the same dark hue. The effect of these singularly-attired and silent beings in the carpenter's shop, where seven or eight were at work, was very striking it seemed almost as if we were visiting another world and another race. Strict silence towards each other is observed, and their mode of life is very severe. They rise at two o'clock every morning, both summer and winter; yet they do not partake of their first meal until eleven o'clock. They never eat meat or eggs, and have only two meals in the day. The second is at six; and we saw what was preparing for it-brown bread, stir-about, and potatoes. The latter are boiled by steam; and a prayer is said by the monks just before they are turned out of the huge boiler, and carried in wooden bowls to the refectory. We also visited their dairy, where they make the best butter in the neighbourhood, by a peculiar method, in which the hand is not used. The dormitory is fitted up with a number of wooden boxes on both sides. Each box is open at the top, and contains the small bed and a cruciflx, and just room enough for the brother to dress and perform his devotions. The chapel is very large; and the monks are now decorating the altar and seats with very rich carving. It is entirely done by themselves; and we were told that some of the best carvers and gilders were rich men, who of course had never even tried to do anything of the kind till after they became monks. It is the same, too, with those who now dig the fields, and plant potatoes, and break stones, and make mortar. With all this hard life of deprivation and labour, the monks appear happy and very healthy."

ART. XV.-A Selection from Unpublished Papers of the Right Reverend William Warburton, D.D., late Lord Bishop of Gloucester. By the REV. FRANCIS KILVER, M.A. London: Nichols and Son. READERS will meet with a great deal of entertaining matter in this volume. It is Warburtonian throughout. There is not a paper in it, or a letter, that bears not the sterling stamp of the great controversialist, whose sarcasm was a sledge-hammer, often coarse in its strokes and striking at an unfair angle, but sure to produce both

the wound and the noise intended; so that friends as well as foes had reason to dread him. And then he was so relentless that no reply or remonstrance could effect any other change in him than to return to the assault with a keener and heavier force, alike regardless of what became his priestly office, or the injustice he might commit. In fact, it appears as if he never supposed he could do wrong, and that although he stood alone, all the world must be in error but himself. Hence many of his characteristic excellences, as well as defects, paradoxes, and sins.

This volume is a valuable and often an amusing addition to the literature of a late generation, and will recal many interesting recollections to those who were eager students half a century ago, of many subjects then in vogue connected with Church and State, controversies in religion, and even with regard to the characters of celebrated men who had then just retired from the public stage, or were about to bid farewell to sublunary affairs; while, to the general reader of fewer years, it will convey a vivid and a real notion of the times in which Warburton combated and flourished, as well as of the giant himself.

If that cause which Warburton undertook to defend had reason to fear that he might damage it by some erratic illustration or ebullition of sentiment,-if even personal friends might tremble when he took up the pen, it is not to be imagined that he would, when offended, spare his own cloth, or the great seats of theological learning. For instance, he was so wroth that the champions of the two Universities did not attack Bolingbroke's sceptical writings, that he characterized them and their labours in the following strain :

"Half of them are hunting after old Hebrew roots, and the other half after more substantial diet. The polemic hands, so famed of old, lie at present like Bay's army at Brentford, somewhere incognito. A famous German philosopher lately discovered the art of preserving annual insects for a number of years in gums and varnish. Who knows but some provident prelate, in his great care for the church, has, in this long time of peace, been laying up these useless gentlemen in pickle, to be brought out fresh against some great day of action. The day is now approaching; and I fancy if one could be admitted to their retreat, where I suppose they may be piled up in order, like billets in a wood-hole, we should see them, though yet in their aurelia state, begin to wag their tails, and discover signs of their returning vigour. But if this be only my fancy, and we have none of those bodies in reserve, we are in a very bad way, unless the country militia prove better than they used to be."

Combine or contrast this with his reasons for the Bishops not often speaking in the House of Lords:

"March 22, 1770,- The Duke of Cumberland came up to us as we were sitting in a knot upon our bench, and talking of what was then passing. He

said, 'My Lords, it is observed that you always keep silence, and except you (addressing himself to me), I never heard any of the Bishops speak.' 'Sir,' said I, 'whenever I hear religion or the bench insulted, your Royal Highness shall hear me speak in their vindication.' 'Aye; but why will not your Lordship speak on other occasions?' 'Sir,' replied I, haranguing in this assembly is a trade like other trades, and generally the Bishops come to this bench so far advanced in years as to be too old to learn. Besides, sir,' said

1, we have been long accustomed to severe reason and exact method; so that we should be as much at a loss to talk nonsense as some others, more habituated, to talk sense."

Here are some of his "Thoughts on Various Subjects:"

"In your commerce with the great, if you would have it turn to your advantage, you should endeavour, if the person be of great abilities, to make him satisfied with you; if he be of none, to make him satisfied with himself."

Again :

"Lord Clarendon lived in an age of great geniuses; and it is remarkable that in drawing the various characters he generally observes that they were small-sized, or inconveniently shaped. That was an age of little great men; this is an age of great little men."

There is a correspondence between the Bishop and Sterne in this volume that shows how the great controversialist dreaded the wit of the lighter satirist; and the gentle style in which remonstrance is employed is evidence that Warburton wished to propitiate the author of Tristram Shandy. On one occasion the dignitary thus expresses himself:

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"You have it in your power to make that which is an amusement to yourself and others useful to both at least you should, above all things, beware of its becoming hurtful to either, by any violations of decency and good manners: but I have already taken such repeated liberties of advising you on that head, that to say more would be needless, or perhaps unacceptable."

Sterne replies

"Be assured, my Lord, that willingly and knowingly I will give no offence to any mortal by any thing which I think can look like the least violation either of decency or good manners, and yet, with all the caution of a heart void of offence or intention of giving it, I may find it very hard, in writing such a book as Tristram Shandy, to mutilate every thing in it down to the prudish humour of every particular. I will, however, do my best-though laugh, my Lord, I will, and as loud as I can too."

The truth is, that Warburton at one time lived in fear lest he should figure in Tristram Shandy.

To another of Warburton's letters, in which certain suspicions had been expressed with regard to Sterne's hand in some gross publication which was making a noise, the following manly and characteristic answer, among other things, was given :

"These strokes in the dark, with the many kicks, cuffs, and bastinadoes I openly get on all sides of me, are beginning to make me sick of this foolish humour of mine, of sallying forth into this wide and wicked world to redress wrongs, &c. of which I shall repent as sorely as ever Sancho Panza did of his in following his evil genius of a Don Quixote through thick and thin; but as the poor fellow apologised for it, so must I: 'it was my illfortune and my errantry, and that's all that can be said on't'. Otherwise, I wish from my heart I had never set pen to paper, but continued hid in the quiet obscurity in which I had so long lived; I was quiet, for I was below envy and yet above want; and indeed so very far above it, that the idea of it never once entered my head in writing; and as I am now 2001. a-year further from the danger of it than I was then, I think it never will; for I declare I have all I wish or want in this world, being in my calculation of money, all out, as rich as my friend Garrick, whose goodness of heart and honest cowardice in keeping so far out of the way of temptation, I nevertheless esteem and admire."

The editor's share in this entertaining volume is by no means striking, either as to the manner of his spirit, or the kind and quantity of the matter. The book, however, ought to be added to every previous edition of Warburton's works; nor can his life be fully and properly understood without these papers.

In the pages before us we have, besides a "Summary of the Argument of the Divine Legation of Moses," a miscellaneous collection of articles, often mere fragments, or as it were, random opinions, uttered, however, with oracular confidence, on literary as well as theological and polemical topics or occasions; also a quantity of general correspondence; besides several charges and sermons.

ART. XVI.-Ludwig Tieck's Gesammelte Novellen. Vermehrt und Verbessert. (Ludwig Tieck's Collected Tales. Enlarged and Improved.) 8 vols. Breslau.

ENTERTAINING as we do no little esteem for Herr Tieck's literary character, we cannot but regret that the current of his fame has hitherto run so smoothly: we fear it is destined to encounter a rude re-action, and that his genius from being extravagantly overrated will, according to the world's laudable custom in such cases, be punished by unjust depreciation and neglect. Tieck has long maintained a high place amongst the foremost spirits of his nation, and now stands confessedly at the head of its living authors, the death of Goëthe having left him in undisputed possession of the