trod its sweet windings-dear for itself, and dearer for the many pleasant images and associations that the mere recollection of it cannot fail to call forth; but it will not bear much describing-especially after what I have said of a similar walk belonging to Magdalen College. The one before us resembles that in being artificially planted, and raised on the borders of a clear meandering stream; but it differs from that in being much less still and secluded-more open, extensive, and various in the views it affords-and more gay, lively, and picturesque. Including the Elm Walk, it is more than a mile in length; and yet every part of it is kept in the most perfect order. The turf which clothes its sides down to the water's edge is like a velvet carpet-not the smallest tuft of grass is ever seen to disfigure its firm gravelled footway-not a twig of its innumerable shrubs is suffered to grow disorderly, or a plant to wither without having its place instantly supplied. If I were compelled to confine myself to one of these walks, I should certainly choose this of Christ-Church; yet not without confessing that the other possesses more unity of character, and is upon the whole more unrivalled, consistent, and complete. We have sauntered under these delightful shades till the evening is closing in upon us, and there is scarcely light enough left to shew us yonder gay and glittering scene on the Isis. It is as if all Oxford were abroad, sporting and making holiday on the bosom of her beautiful river. But it is so every summer evening during Term time. Brightly painted boats of all sizes,-from the eight-oared cutter to the little skiff small enough to be taken up under the arm of its single occupant, are skimming the surface of the sun-lit waters. Some of these latter are floating heedlessly along at "the river's own sweet will," or making their way into secluded nooks, and lingering by the side of emerald banks, while their rapt inmates, perchance smitten with the love of old romance, are slumbering over this ignorant present," and living a thousand years before they were born. Let us leave them to their imaginations: they cannot be more happy in them than I have been in mine, while thus conjuring up for myself and the reader another Summer's Day at Oxford. On a pretty but poor Girl going to a Rout. "Nihil invitæ tristis custodia prodest, Quum peccare pudet Cinthia tuta sat est."-PROPERT. lib. 2. FIVE hundred and more make the set, The finest museum of Art Though strangers, perhaps, when they meet, They'll be very warm friends ere they part. What a stranger will Fanny appear Amidst all this fashion and crowd here! Instead of a wig, her own hair, And blushes instead of red powder ! Were her lovely blue eyes made of jewels, Were her teeth form'd of pearls from the East, I suppose a round dozen of duels Would be fought for her-fortune at least. An Ancient Tale for Modern Times. STOUT Hercules, the dragon slayer, And, like fresh lovers, overkind, On a Bad but Safe Man. Livor iners vitium. WILL is jealous and malicious, Will's heart is ice, his head all fire, By imbecility and fears Will is restrain'd from doing ill; His mind a porcupine appears, A porcupine without a quill. City Love. Et bene nummatum decorant Suadela Venusque.-—HOR. And all a lover's idle chat I have no taste for, and no leisure; In making love let poor men sigh, But love that's ready-made is better For men of business ;-so I, If madam will be cruel, let her. But should she wish that I should wait And miss the 'Change-oh no, I thank her, I court by deed, or after date, Through my solicitor or banker. Lloyd's Coffee-house. JOHN STOCK. NEW PUBLICATIONS, ENGLISH AND FOREIGN. WITH CRITICAL REMARKS. This work is chiefly taken from M. Beauchamp's Vie d' Ali Pacha, and from the scattered notices of the tyrant of Epirus in the works of various travellers. It is probably one of the most interesting of those romances of real life which the energies and vicissitudes of the present eventual age have develop ed in every part of the world. Elevated to sovereign authority and to honours little short of regal, solely by his own talents and enterprising spirit, which never hesitated at the most appalling dangers or the most atrocious crimes, the sublimity of this Vizier's character fixes our admiration in spite of the cruelty and perfidy which mark every step of his adventurous career. It would, however, be impossible to form a just estimate of Ali Pacha without taking into consideration the country which gave him birth, the circumstances under which he lived, the government which raised him to power, and the ferocity and ignorance of the people he ruled over. One of his interpreters, who had resided in Paris, and associated with the literary con temporaries of Voltaire, thus expressed himself to M. Pouqueville on the subject of Ali's administration-"Severe as it may appear to you, it is nevertheless the best calculated for the subjects whom he commands: a nation of brigands must have a tyrant for their ruler." Amongst the innumerable atrocities and revolting scenes of treachery and cruelty which these pages display, there are many of those brilliant and heroic deeds which generally glitter in the dark histories of such periods. The closing scene of Ali's eventful life was far more soldier-like and consistent with the greatness of his career than that of some other tyrants of modern times, After a long and desperate resistance against the army of the Porte, which had resolved on his destruction, Ali VOL. IV. No. 23.-1822. Q 3 found himself shut up with a handful of determined men in the last of his fortresses, in the lake of Janina, surrounded by an irresistible force. He then notified to Chourschid, the Turkish gene ral, that it was his intention to set fire to two hundred thousand pounds weight of powder, and blow to atoms himself, his followers, his fortress, and his treasures, if the Sultan did not grant him a pardon and his life. This threat, and the known fact that Ali kept in his powder-magazine a devoted Turk named Selim, with a lighted match, ready and resolved to fire the powder, at the Vizier's command, effectually deterred the Turks from the assault. Stratagem, however, effected what was beyond the power of force. The Old Lion, as he was called, was decoyed into a conference with his enemies: he was made to believe that his pardon had arrived, and induced to order the extinction of the fatal match. No sooner was this command executed, than the firman ordaining his death was produced, and his foes demanded his head. He made a personal resistance worthy of his fame; and, before he fell, killed or wounded four of the principal officers of the Turkish army with his own hand. The World in Miniature ; edited by Frederic Shoberl: Persia. In 3 vols. crown 8vo. 16s. 6d. Persia is the fifth division of the "World in Miniature," a publication which consists of a series of monthly volumes intended to embrace all the nations of the globe. This division contains an interesting account of the government, laws, religion, customs, &c. of the Persians, and is illustrated with thirty neatly coloured engravings. The Editor, in the compilation of these volumes, is chiefly indebted to the labours of Ouseley, Malcolm, Kinneir, Waring, and other modern authorities. He also professes particular obligations to Mr. Morier's Narratives of his two Journeys to Persia, and the valuable publication of Sir Robert Ker Porter. Some of the engravings, exhibiting the characters and costumes of the natives, are executed, we understand, from original designs by Persian artists. The kingdom to which these elegant little volumes relate, is one of those which possesses the twofold interest of ancient and modern celebrity. Persia is associated with a thousand classical recollections. Her ancient history recalls to mind the cele. brated battles of Thermopyla, Marathon, and Salamis. The ineffectual struggles of her despotic rulers to subjugate the independent Republics of Greece, and the conquests of the Macedonian hero, occupy a very prominent place in the annals of antiquity; whilst in more recent times her reduction by the disciples of Mahomet, the many subsequent invasions of barbarous marauders, her frequent hostilities with Turkey, and the commercial relations which long subsisted between Persia and some of the European states, render her an object of considerable attention. We believe that few individuals would be found more competent to the task of executing this work, to the satisfaction of the public, than the present indefatigable editor; Mr. Shoberl's whole life having been unremittingly devoted to literary pursuits. His former productions have been liberally patronized, and we have no doubt that the present account of" Persia" will experience the same favourable reception. Influence; a Moral Tale for Young People. By a Lady. Vols. 12mo. 12s. 2 This is one of the anomalous productions which late years have been fruitful in bringing forth-an Evangelical novel, or in other words, a covert vehicle for the conveyance of certain theological opinions, and rules of life; among which is generally to be found a caveat against reading novels, as in the present instance, v. I. p. 81, and consequently we should have thought against writing them; but as Mrs. Hannah More sagaciously observes, "there is no virtue so rare as that of consistency." Whilst "Celebs in Search of a Wife" appears perfectly captivating in the eyes of serious young ladies, it is held up in these volumes as a crime to read the "Italian" of Mrs. Radcliffe, fraught as her writings are with purity of sentiment and the loveliest pictures of filial duty, as well as the most glowing visions of a lofty and creative fancy. Leaving, however, this charge of inconsistency out of the question, we will examine this "Tale" by its own merits, and by the end it professes to have in view; and here we must express our decided disapprobation of the tone of censure of their elders, which it is calculated to teach young people to assume, and which is too much the characteristic of the party or sect to whose perusal it is principally addressed, and an error too destructive of all really evangelical feeling, not to be carefully and indeed conscientiously avoided by all descriptions whatsoever of "professing Christians." The general style of these volumes is good; and we have no doubt but that the talents of the author will, by exercise, gain that strength which will secure her a respectable rank among writers of the class in which she seems desirous of enrolling herself. We would earnestly advise her, however, to avoid all ostentatious display of particular opinions, a display in itself utterly repugnant to the very spirit of any sect but that of the Pharisees; to avoid sneers at those who may appear to her not of the regenerate, and to beware of affectation, which can be as much set forth under a religious as under a sentimental guise. Lucilla Stanley, in " Colebs in Search of a Wife," however amiable in herself, has made as many affected and assumed characters among those young ladies who style themselves "serious" as ever any romantic heroine, a Celestina or Immelinda, has done among the general run of novel-reading misses. By a kind of rule established among writers of the description of this author, one of the principal characters in this tale dies of a consumption. It is somewhat curious to observe how unconsciously they thus give their sanc tion to the opinion entertained by a cer tain mystical writer that the diseases of the body hold a correspondence with those of the mind. "Persons who be lieve in the doctrines of faith without works," says he, " are subject to consumption of the lungs.' Gems, principally from the Antique; drawn and etched by Richard Dagley, Author of "Select Gems:" with Illustrations in Verse, by the Rev. George Croly, A. M. Author of "Catiline," a Tragedy, "Paris in 1815," &c. The importance of ancient gems to learned investigation, to the artist and to the amateur, to the natural and elevating feelings of the mind experienced in looking on the features of the mighty dead, deserves to make them a favourite study with the accomplished mind of England. Gems illustrate the attributes and tales of mythology; the costumes of antiquity; the fine romances of the poets; the characters of the early languages; the great historic events, and the progress of the arts. The countenances of Virgil and Mæcenas, of Cicero and Alexander, live only in gems. The Venus of Praxiteles, the head of the Phidian Minerva, the Apoxyomenos of Polycletus, that triumph of ancient statuary, are to be found only on gems. The restorations of the Venus de' Medici and the Laocoon have been made from them. They offer an endless treasure of the brilliant thoughts and buried wisdom, the forgotten skill and the vanished beauty, of a time when the mind and form of man reached their perfection. Looking at the paucity of new publications during the present month, we were almost tempted to leave the place for noticing our home literature a perfect blank. But we are glad to fill up the vacuity with some reference to a volume which, though too short for the pleasure of the reader, is a little trea sure of poetical thoughts. Mr. Croly's genius is too well known to need our commendation. We can safely say, that these illustrations will add a wreath to his laurels. They are not so brief in general as the genuine Greek Epigrams, but they breathe a pure Hellenic spirit, mingled (if we might use the metaphor) with a rich aroma of romantic fancy. Few as they are, they are all so beautiful as to distract our choice in selecting them. Those on the Genius of Death and on Leonidas are of the grandest character. We indulge, however, in still sweeter sensations of admiration when we transcribe the following :On a Woman contemplating a Household God. Domestic love! not in proud palace halls Is often seen thy beauty to abide; hide, With hum of bees around, and from the side Of woody hills some bubbling little spring Shining along through banks with harebells dyed; And many a bird to warble on the wing, When morn her saffron robe o'er heaven and earth doth fling. Of earthly happiness the golden key; Thine are the joyous hours of winter's even, When the babes cling around their father's knee; And thine the voice that, on the midnight sea, Melts the rude mariner with thoughts of home, Peopling the gloom with all he longs to. see. Spirit! I've built a shrine, and thou hast come And on its altar closed-for ever closed -thy plume. A Journal of Voyages and Travels. By the late Thos. Rees, Sergeant of Marines. This is the Journal of a Sergeant of Marines, whose destiny called him to serve in many and remote parts of the globe. He fought for his country against the Danes in the North Seas; and in the course of his services, he traversed the burning sands of Arabia. An habitual solace of his laborious life was to copy out the memorandums which he kept of whatever he felt and saw. After his death, the wishes of the cha ritable, and their interest in his orphan daughter, dictated the publication of his memoirs. A female literary writer (we know not who she is, but she writes like a sensible woman) superintended the charitable publication, and corrected the errors of grammar and orthography that occurred, we may suppose very numerously, in the Sergeant's autograph. She has also given a very interesting account of Sergeant Thos. Rees. He was the son of the parish-clerk at St. Peters's Church, in the town of Carmarthen. He was born in 1780, and at the age of fifteen was apprenticed to a tailor. It was not from insobriety or idleness, but mind to travel and see the world, that from the ardent curiosity of a strong our adventurer enlisted in the marine service and received a bounty of thirty pounds, ten of which he immediately presented to his father. Before he was twenty, he embarked on board the Temeraire, and there began the sketch of his journal, in writing which, under every privation and disadvantage, he persevered to the last, when he expired at Woolwich of a consumption, in the April of 1820, at the age of forty. By far the most important part of Sergeant Rees's adventures are those which occurred to him during his travels in Per O, love of loves! to thy white hand is sia. It is unfortunately here, however, given that his scanty stock of the preparatory |