vity has become no less the soul of wisdom than of wit. This the Globists are already learning; they have honesty, zeal, and talent in abundance; and are far too good to belong permanently to a sect or a manner, either in opinion or in literature. Hitherto, perhaps, they have lived too exclusively amongst each other, and have listened too frequently to their own voices. But the exigencies of modern politics will soon bring them into contact with the world; and in that school they will learn the narrowness of sectarianism, its incompatibility with truth; and, directing their valuable energies in the spirit of the age to which they belong, they will fulfil their honest and honourable mission, till time and events shall require other agencies: for even The great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dissolve, And, like this unsubstantial pageant, faded, "Translate that for me," asked my agree able interlocutor. "No, no; it is worth learning English, to be able to read it in the original." "You have given me a motive de plus," he said, "to do so; and when we meet next spring in Ireland, you shall find I know more of the fond de la langue than Figaro himself." 53 NEW NOVELS. EVERY body in France is so kind! Books were continually pouring in on all sides, which promised to make admirable amusement for the stormy winter evenings in Ireland-some from authors, some from publishers, many from literary friends. Among these, however, one bore so strange a title, that I was tempted to anticipate, and to look it over, even amidst the bustle of Paris, which leaves no time even for It was called "L'Ane Mort, ou title pages. la Femme Guillotinée," and its object was to ridicule the melancholy absurdities of the exaggerated romanticists, who too often have been misled into seeking emotion through a cynical display of the most disgusting infirmities and degrading vices of our nature. Exchanging the pathetic for the atrocious, the sublime for the horrible, and the simple for the vulgar, they outrage nature in attempting to paint her, and nauseate the imagination they intend to excite. In thus exposing, by an exaggerated parody, the prevalent sins against taste and common sense, and perhaps not without the idea of denouncing some of the many errors which are obvious in the actual constitution of society, the author has sketched, with a broad and free pencil, scenes of real life-its crimes and its vices-which, like the dissections of the dead, it may be necessary to display, for the interests of science, but which do not bear an irreverent exposure to the casual spectator. From a premature acquaintance with such scenes, youth and innocence require to be protected-the solitary instance in which "ignorance is bliss," and wisdom worse than folly. The horrors and miseries thus selected have also the additional disadvantage of raising the author to such occasional displays of earnestness and feeling, as materially deduct from the effect of the parody, and for a while leave it uncertain whether he does not intend to imitate, rather than correct. The work, however, is one of great power, and announces abilities from which novel writing has much to expect. I dipped, also, into the "Cinq-Mars" of Alfred de Vigny-a charming production! This romance, drawn from historical fact, with infinite industry and learning, and combined and elaborated with equal fancy and dramatic effect, occupies and delights the imagination, by the vivid fidelity of the characters and manners it depicts; while it gives the best course of practical politics that can be pre sented, in its exposition of the miseries and |