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      Thackeray's Miscellanies. Mucebanies, Pr...

      _^ y . w ..:,.... - ;¦ -.:. < - — - - ^ i ia ite spray dashed o ' er the funnel ? , And down the deck in runnels ; And the rushing water soaks all , . From the seainan in the fo'ksaL , To the stokers whose black faces Peer out of their bed-places ; And the captain he was bawling , And the sailors pulling , hauling , And the quarter-deck tarpauling Was shivered in the squalling ; And the passengers awaken , Most pitifully shaken ; And the steward jumps up , and hastens For the necessary basins . Then the Greeks they groaned and quivered , And they knelt , and moaned , and shivered , As the plunging waters met them , And splashed and overset them ; And they call in their emergence Upon countless saints and virgins ; And their marrowbones are bended , And they think the world is ended . • * * * * Then all the fleas in Jewry Jumped up and bit like fury ; And the progeny of Jacob Did on the main-deck wake up ( I wot those greasy Eabbins Would never pay for cabins ); And each man moaned and jabbered in Hia filthy Jewish gaberdine , In woe and lamentation , And howling consternation . And the splashing water drenches Their dirty brats and wenches ; And they crawl from bales and benches , In a hundred thousand stenches . And as the storm abates , we tave this little touch , so characteristic of the writer : — And when , its force expended . The harmless storm was ended , And , as the sunrise splendid Came blushing o'er the sea ; '~ I thought , as day was breaking , My little girls were waking , And smiling , and making A prayer at home for me . Always great when Irishmen are his theme ( who can forget the Mulligan , or Costigan ?) Thackeray ' s Irish m his Irish ballads is only surpassed by the impossible spelling of his Pleaceman X . Read this on THE CRYSTAL , PALACE . WrrHganialfoire Her subjects pours Thransfuse me loyre , From distant shores , , ££ , £ mPhths of Pindus , Her Injians and Canajians ; The whoile I sing And also we , That wondthrons thing , Her kingdoms three , x be . faJace made o' windows ! Attind with our allagiance . Say , Paxton , truth , Here come likewise lnou wondthrous youth , Her bould allies , £ ru sthroke of art celistial , Both Asian and JSui-opian - What power waa lint From East and West Youtoinvint They sent their best x ms combineetion criatial . To fill her Coornocopean Su ! rJ £ before , * seen ( th » nk G ^ ce !) _ . /¦ " . Iflomas Moore This wondthrous place m W 018 e . bo late Lord B ° y «> n , ( His Noble Honour Misteer ™!™ ? $ F les 8 thr 0 D 6 H . Cole it tois Of Godlike son g , That gave the pass > Cast oi on that cast oiron ! And let me Bee what i $ there ) . And sav thim walla , With conscious proido And glittering halls , I 8 tud insoide 1 him rising slendther columns , And look'd the World ' s Groat Fair in , Which I , poor pote , Until me sight Could not denote , Was dazzled quite , No , not in twinty volluma . And couldn ' t see for staring . My Muaa ' s words There ' s holy saints Is hketlie birds And window paints , That roosta beneath the panes tliere ; By Maydiay val Pugin : .. « er -wings she spoils Alhamborough Jones Gainst them bright tilea . Did paint the tones And cracks her silly brains there . Of yellow and gambouge in . SfSJttTi *?? ,, There ' s fountains there ™ ' ? ri 8 tlal Hftl 1 ' ^ " <* c'ossea ™* 5 Which Imperora might covot , There's water-goda with iunu ; ? ft 5 r J ? lg i lPatk There ' s organs three , Like Noah ' s Ark To play d ' ye see A rainbow bint above it , « God save the Queen , ' " by turns . The towers and fanea , There's Stotues bright In other acaynes , Of marble white The fame of this will undo , Of silver and of copper Saint Paul ' s big doom , And some in zink . Saint Payther's Room , And aome , I think , And Dublin's proud Rotundo . That isn ' t over proper . 'Tis here that roams , There ' s etaym Ingynes , As well becomes That stand in lines Her dignitee and station * , Enormous and Amazing , Victoria Great , That squeal and snort And houlds in state Like-whales in sport , The Congreaa of the Nations . Or elephants a-grazlng .

      There ' s carts and gigs , There s German flutes , And pins for pigs ; Marocky boots , There ' s dibblers and there ' s harrows , And Naples Macaronies ; And ploughs like toys , Bohaymia For little boys , Has sent Bohay ; And ilegant wheel-barrows . Polonia her polonies . Por them genteels - There ' s granite f lints Who ride on wheels , That ' s quite imminse , There ' s plenty to indulge ' ern ; There ' s sacks of coals and fuels , There ' s Drosky ' s snug There ' s swords and guns , From Paytersbug , And soap in tuns , And vayhycles from Belgium . And Ginger-bread and Jewels . There ' s Cabs on Stands There ' s taypots there , And Shandthry danns ; And cannons rare ; There ' s Waggons from New Yotk here ; There ' s coffins filled with roses ; There ' s Lapland Sleighs , There ' s canvass tints , Have cross'd the seas , Teeth insthruments , And Jaunting Cars from Cork here . And shuits of clothes by Moses . Amazed I pass There ' s lashins more From glass to glass , Of things in store , Deloighted I survey ' em ; But thim I don ' t remimbei ; Fresh wondthers grows Nor could disclose Before me nose Did I compose In this sublime Musayum ! From May time to November . Look , here ' s a fan Ah , Judy thru ! From far Japan , With eyes so blue , A . sabre from Damasco ; That you were here to view it ! There ' s shawls ye get And could I screw From far Thibet , But tu pound tu And coiton prints from Glasgow . 'Tis I would thrait you to it ! So let us raise " Victoria ' s praise , And Albert's proud condition , That takes his ayse As he surveys This Crystal Exhibition . We have given the reader a taste of the verse . Of the prose little nee <* be said . The Book of Sncbs will remain among his best writings : such a prodigality of observation , satire , and humour ; such a keen eye for character and characteristic has Mr . Snob , that although we have read his sketches four times , we are ready at any moment to go through them again . The Tremendous Adventures oj Major Gahagan , is an early effort . The satire is good , but the idea is too prolonged . A single chapter would have sufficed to paint such a character ; repetition wearies , without adding any additional traits . The Fatal Boots is also a mild performance ; in it , and in Cox ' s Diary , we see the young -writer who has not yet acquired full mastery of his powers , but who has already found his trne sphere . On the whole , however , this is a rare six shillings worth of entertainment ; and eyes not yet dry from the " Newcomes , " will turn with some eagerness to these " Miscellanies . "

      Jft&T The Leader. [No, 294, Sj&Urpay,

      jft & t THE LEADER . [ No , 294 , Sj & urpay ,

      A New Novel. Doctor Antonio. A Tale By T...

      A NEW NOVEL . Doctor Antonio . A tale by the author of " Lorenzo Benoni . " Constable & Co . All readers of the author ' s former work must have looked with curiosity and interest at the publisher ' s announcement of this book . " Lorenzo Benoni" bad the rare merit , in these days of clap-trap and pretension , of achieving a legitimate success . It was not incessantly advertised with a long string of testimonials , like a quack medicine—Mr . Mudie ' s Library List 3 did not announce , the day after publication , that he had monopolised

      hundreds of copies of it—the book was left to make its way , as it could , by its own merits ; and slowly and surely it won for itself a position and a name . An interesting story , strikingly adapted to develope the paralysing social workings of despotism in Italy , life-like characters , and a vivid , vigorous style , which , coming from an Englishman ' s pen , would have merited praise , but which , as a proof of the mastery obtained by a foreigner over our language , deserved to be hailed as a real remarkable achievement—all combined to secure attention and admiration for " Lorenzo Benoni . " It was one of the few works which readers lay down with an earnest desire to hear from the author a < rain .

      In incident and dramatic interest , " Doctor Antonio " is hardly equal to " Lorenzo Benoni ; " but in other respects the book is a decided advance on its predecessor . The simple story is sketched rather than told . The lovely daughter of a prpud , prejudiced English baronet , breaks her leg in the overturning of a carriage , while she and her father are travelling along the Cornice Road between Nice and Genoa . u Doctor Antonio , " the young local physician , is driving the same way , and arrives in time to set the broken limb and superintend the removal of the sufferer to the nearest resting-place , a rough Italian country inn . Hero the father and daughter are necessarily obliged to remain for some time ; and the best part of the book ia occupied with the little incidents of their sojourn . The watchful attention of the young

      doctor for hia gentle , pretty patient , the gradual growiug-up of an unexpressed attachment between them , the prejudices and suspicions oi' the obstinate English baronet , and their gradual removal by the daily exhibition of the doctor ' s anxiety for his patient's comfort , and b y the simple , hearty kindness of the people of the place , are all set forth with the moat perfect refinement of feeling , and the most genial truth to Nature . At lust , day comes when the young lady must leave her Italian friends , and bur gentle , careful doctpr . u Lucy " tk Doctor Antonio " part , instinctively conscious of the feeling that has risen between thom , though it 1 ms nevor been confessed in words on either side . Years afterwards they meet again , under sadly altered circumstances ; and thoir modest love-story ends tragically »» the time of the Italian revolution of 1848 .

      Such ia a bare outline of the few incidents in this novel . Wo do not givo xnoro , because we will not spoil the reader ' s interest in the story ; but tb < j great merit of the book , and the most signal proof of its advance beyond

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    • Leader (1850-1860), Nov. 10, 1855, page 16, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/l/issues/cld_10111855/page/16/