"Twenty thousand copies! Five and thirty thousand copies! Perhaps, both hemispheres included, hundreds of thousands of copies of one tale! Peradventure, millions of readers! Heavy responsibility! Noble vocation." Thus exclaims the hopeful author of that excellent story Emilia Wyndham, which Mr. Colburn has just published at a price which renders the work attainable by all; and we sincerely hope the author's expectations may be realised, as truly as well disciplined hearts, righteous consciences, and cultivated understandings exist in women.

The Rev. John Jordan has undertaken in his Scriptural Views of the Sabbath of God, not only to advocate the strict observance of the Sabbath, but also to show that the change of day for that observance from the seventh to the first, one of those points which persons of high-church views are accustomed to pride themselves upon, as a proof of the authority of the church, in other words, of tradition-had its origin in Scripture, and not in church authority.

Several books of poetry, some of them of more than ordinary merit, claim notice this month. Hactenus: more droppings from the pen that wrote "A Thousand Lines," "The Crock of Gold," &c., will be welcome as the effusions of an established favourite. Annesley is most assuredly a tender, beautiful, and touching poem. The purpose also-the contrast of the superior usefulness and worth of a life spent in seeking the improvement of mankind, rather than the acquisition of wealth-is noble and praiseworthy. Miss Drury will, undoubtedly, occupy a place by our Crabbes and Goldsmiths. Nimrod, a dramatic poem, in five acts, is also a very meritorious performance. As a reading drama, it possesses claims of a very high order. We wish we could say as much for Ambition, a poem in four parts, by Henry R. Pattenson. Ecclesia Dei: a vision of the church, is a poetical declamation against bishops, who, the author declares, are barely civil, and coldly hospitable to their humbler and poorer brethren, besides being guilty of greater errors, which it is not our province to investigate.

It would be an act of positive injustice not to notice the more striking merits of certain works, which necessity compelled us to pass over last month. The Reformation in Europe, by Cesaré Cantu, is the first volume of a work of infinite labour and remarkable merit, which particularly recommends itself as the work of a liberal and enlightened Roman Catholic. Mr. Robert Snow's Observations on Imitation are most deserving of perusal. These observations abound in curious, learned, and quaint illustrations of the subject, that of art generally, and will be read with equal interest and advantage. Several pretty books for the young were also passed over too cursorily in proportion to their merits. Charles Boner's Book, is an entertaining and instructive collection of stories, pleasingly illustrated; but in point of number, variety, and excellence of illustrations, My Own Annual surpasses all competitors. The Custom House of Liverpool is a real gem. The Three Paths, is another little book for the young, apparently derived from the French, but of great storied interest, and also cleverly illustrated. The Family Jo: Miller, is an exceedingly well got-up book, with a clever preface, all the best modern and old facetiæ, and illustrations by an ever welcome pencil. We must not omit to mention that the last volume of Mr. G. P. R. James's works contains the Little Ball o' Fire; or, John Marston Hall.

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CHAPTER I.

OUR HERO, TOM ROCKET-HIS APPEARANCE AT GLAUBEREND.

WHEN Tom Rocket returned from France, he was in the hey-day of youth, and in full possession of all the doubtful accomplishments of that delightful country. In addition to the usual modicum of French picked up at cafés and street corners in Paris, a year and a half's intercourse with the many eminent Greek professors, with which Boulogne and several of the minor towns abound, had so polished up his intellect, that he was as quick and as keen as a well-set razor. Any little coarseness of person, or gaucherie of manner, too, with which he set out, had been wholly removed, and Tom stepped on shore, at the luggage-searching town of Folkstone, from the "Pacquet boat a vapeur" (Captain Napoleon Parlezvous, master), a very good-looking Englishman slightly Frenchified.

In person, he was above the middle height, five feet ten or eleven, strongly-but not coarsely-made, with a face that, with a very little alteration, would have been not only handsome but somewhat aristocratic. The trifling defect that prevented this happy combination, though apparent at the first glance, gradually died away, especially in the excitement of conversation, until even the fastidious among the young ladies allowed that he was 66 a well-looking man," while the men, with their usual candour, said, that "he wasn't a bad-looking fellow." Some qualified their approbation by saying, that he "wouldn't be a bad-looking fellow if it wasn't for the vulgar expression of his mouth;" others, "that the man was well enough if he would only shave himself," a censure on the luxuriance of his elaborately curled whiskers-a censure that many have passed, and but few have profited by. His hair, as well as his whiskers, was jet black, and curly; indeed, his head and shoulders would have made a very good bust for a hair-dresser's window. He had a perfectly oval face, a lofty forehead; large well-fringed black eyes with good eyebrows, a Roman nose, below which a deep blue shaving line showed his marked abstinence in not cultivating moustaches on such promising ground, and ought to have saved him from the censure of the un-Esau'd. mouth, as we said before, was the defective feature, and yet there was nothing to find fault with in either his lips, his teeth, or his chin-a grand jury of sculptors could not have found a true bill against any of them for its own particular delinquencies; but, taking it as a whole, there was an upturned, or rather twisted, sort of tendency that gave a somewhat vulgar, not to say repulsive, cast to the whole.

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have passed for ease, were it not apparently constrained. He always seemed to think that people were looking at him, and to be wondering what they were saying. Still, take him as a whole, he was a very passmuster man, and it would all depend upon the eyes with which a beholder regarded him, whether the little drawbacks we have named would be noticed or not. Ladies are certainly wonderfully accommodating both in the matter of looks and of age. There is scarcely a defect-we had almost said a deformity-that they cannot get over; while, with regard to age, they just treat a man like a clock, put him backward or forward to suit their own time.

We take it most of our readers are acquainted with the beautiful town of Glauberend, a watering-place as popular with the old as it is disliked by the young. Glauberend, like many of its class, is situated in one of the healthiest and most picturesque parts of England; the beautiful woods and waters, hills and dales, presenting as great a contrast to London life as any one could wish, though, to appreciate these sort of places to the full, a person should be frequently passing from one to the other, so that the beauties and peculiarities of each may be constantly striking on the mind. This feat, thanks to the introduction of railways, is now of easy accomplishment, and places that are without the luxury of them, very soon find that the celebrity of their waters cannot compete with the celerity of travelling.

Glauberend is a striking instance of this; for though Dr. Granville, in his "Spas of England," speaks of its innocent, sparkling waters, as kindly as he could, still, even the benefit of his approbation had passed away, and, before the formation of the Glauberend branch of the railway, many of its nice, white stucco, view-commanding villas and terrace-houses, were getting deserted, in favour of less picturesque places that had railroads near them. Since the opening of the line, the current has been in the other direction; houses and streets have sprung up so rapidly, that many of the waistcoat-filling citizens, deprived of what they call their "rural felicity," have threatened to look out for places that are not so overgrown.

Our fair friends who have followed us thus far, will easily understand why what was popular with their papas would be unpalatable to them.. In truth, watering-places-inland ones particularly-are but sorry places for young ladies. Not but that there are plenty of men, but they are not of the right sort, and though young ladies may have no objection to keep their hands in by an occasional flirtation with a cousin, a collegian, or a youth waiting for his commission, still, all flirtation and nofinish is but a poor prospect.

The genius of English youth does not run to English wateringplaces. If men have money, they go abroad, or they buy yachts and cruise about, if they are not grouse-shooting in Scotland, the mention of which amusement reminds us that we may as well be dating and getting on with our story.

Hyde Park had got quite through its suit of summer livery; the once bright green was sun-burnt into a dusty drab, and the water was the only fresh-looking thing about the place. To speak of the falling-off of equipage would carry the reader back to remote times, for the decline has been gradual during the last twenty years, until one end of a season is just as shabby as the other. What a change has taken place within the last twenty or five-and-twenty years in the matter of turn-out;