the sides of the furnace and the fuel on the French critics, to be the best of Victor Hugo's grate-bars. The relative proportions of the works, and in England, it has been ranked inflammable body, and of water, necessary in with the most successful romances by the such cases, vary materially. In three experi- author of Waverley. This is praise to "the ments on board the “ Glasgow” steam-packet, top of the tree," but it is scarcely characit was found that about equal quantities of teristic of the merits of The Hunchback : it tar and water were consumed. T'he sides of does not bespeak the highly wrought and the furnaces in that vessel form a part of the poetic vigour of the descriptive scenes, the boiler, consequently their temperature never author's familiarity with the time which exceeds that of the contained water.

he writes, or the graphic vraisemblance of To estimate with accuracy the relative the scenes of action. The idea is taken from heating properties of the materials applicable the Gitanilla of Cervantes, and aims at to this process,--which comprise bituminous, showing the omnipotence of love. The heroine, oleaginous, resinous, waxy, and fatty sub- La Esmeralda, a Bohemian gipsey, by turns stances, in a fluid state,-as compared with ensnares the truckling priest; bewitches the coal and coke of various kinds, and other poor poet with a fine frenzy; soothes the fuel, will require an extensive series of expe. savage Quasimodo—the dumb, one-eyed bellriments. It is earnestly desired that prac. ringer of Notre Dame; while La Esmeralda tical men will make known to the patentee, is herself hopelessly attached to a hair-brained from time to time, the results of their obser- captain of the guard, whose only love is selfvations. That kind of information will en- love. The scenes of these amours are in hance the value of the process by rendering fifty-four flittering chapters, all of which are its conditions better understood. With every not, however, occupied by action. . Some of desire to be on the safe side, he does not hesi- them are, perhaps, the finest specimens of tate to affirm that, if the process be properly novel scene-painting ever read. They have conducted, fifteen pounds of coal tar (weighing the freshness of yesterday, but portray reaabout eleven pounds per gallon), or the same

lities three centuries and a half since, and quantity of Stockholm tar, with rather more are so many slides in the magic lantern of than an equal bulk of water and twenty-five Paris in 1482, or in the time of Louis XI. pounds of Newcastle coke, will be found equal Of this portion of the work we will endeavour to 120 pounds of Newcastle coal.

to afford the reader some glance by a few The cost of the process, as compared with flying extracts. The first scene is a notorious that ordinarily employed, must necessarily resort, whither Gringoire, an unsuccessful depend on the relative cost of materials. In poet, has been driven by three begging situations where coal, or other solid fuel, is impostors. This extraordinary place is plentiful and cheap, it is but reasonable to named) expect that the old system will be perpetuated.

The Cour des Miracles. Not so where fuel is scarce or dear.

“ Where am I?” cried the affrighted poet. There are situations in which the relative “ In the Cour des Miracles," replied a cost of materials does not constitute the only fourth spectre, who had joined them. consideration. For steam navigation, and Miracles, upon my soul !" rejoined Grin. especially in long voyages, fuel is not simply goire, “ for here are blind who see, and lame a question of cost, but of stowage. The period who run.”. seems now fast approaching, when commu

A sinister laugh was their only answer. nications by steam may be established with The poor poet cast his eyes around him. every part of the globe.

He was actually in that dreaded Cour des

Miracles, into which no honest man had ever New Books.

penetrated at such an hour, a magic circle, in which the officers of the Châtelet and the

sergeants of the provost, who ventured within THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME.

it, were disposed of in a trice; the haunt of (Somewhat more than two years have elapsed thieves ; a hideous wen on the face of Paris ; since we first noticed this celebrated romance a sewer disgorging every morning and reof Victor Hugo, then in the fifth edition, and ceiving every night that fetid torrent of vice, just in the zenith of popularity in Paris. mendicity, and roguery, which always overDuring the above period, its merits have flows the streets of great capitals; a monbeen weighed in nearly every critical balance strous hive, to which all the drones of the in this country, yet, not until within these social order retired at night with their booty; few months has any publisher thought the the hospital of imposture, where the gipsy, translation of the Hunchback a safe card. the unfrocked monk, the ruined scholar, the Now, as if to make up for lost time, we have blackguards of all nations, Spaniards, Itatwo translations, of which that before us, lians, Germans, of all religions, Jews, Chrisincluded in the Standard Novels, is published tians, Mahometans, idolaters, covered with at one-fourth of the price of its compeer. painted wounds, beggars by day, transmo

This work is universally allowed, by the grified themselves into banditti at night;


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mmense robing-room, in short, whither all wretched plight, was utterly ruined in this the actors of that eternal comedy which struggle. theft, prostitution, and murder are performing While crossing the horrible place, the ver. in the streets of Paris, resorted at that period tigo which had confused his senses was disto dress and to undress.

pelled. He had taken but a few steps before It was a spacious area, irregular, and ill- a conviction of the reality flashed upon him. paved, like all the open places of Paris in He began to become used to the atmosphere those days. Fires, around which swarmed of the place. At the first moment there had strange-looking groups, were blazing here risen from his poetic brain, and, perhaps, to and there. All was bustle, confusion, up- speak quite simply and prosaically, from his roar. Coarse laughter, the crying of children, empty stomach, a fume, a vapour, which, the voices of women, were intermingled. The spreading itself between objects and him, hands and heads of this multitude, black had permitted him to catch a glimpse of upon a luminous ground, were making a them only in the distorting haze of the nightthousand antic gestures. A dog which mare, in that darkness of dreams, which looked like a man, or a man who looked like shows all outlines as shaking, all forms as a dog, might be seen from time to time grinning, all objects as heaped together in passing over the place on which trembled the preposterous groups, dilating things into reflection of the fires, interspersed with broad, chimeras, and men into phantoms. By deill-defined shadows. The limits between grees this hallucination gave place to views races and species seemed to be done away less wild and less exaggerating. Reality with in this city, as in a pandemonium. Men, burst upon him, paining his eyes, treading women, brutes, age, sex, health, disease, all upon his toes, and demolishing piecemeal the seemed to be in common among these people. whole frightful poesy by which he had at They were jumbled, huddled together, said first fancied himself to be surrounded. He upon one another; each there partook of could not help perceiving that he was not everything

walking in the Styx, but in the mud; that The faint and flickering light of the fires he was not elbowed by demons, but by enabled Gringoire to distinguish, in spite of robbers; that his soul was not in danger, his agitation, all round the immense place a but merely his life, because he lacked that hideous circumference of old houses, the excellent mediator between the ruffian and decayed, worm-eaten, ruinous fronts of which, the honest man--the purse. In short, upon each perforated by one or two small lighted examining the scene more closely and more windows, appeared to him in the dark like coolly he fell from the witches' sabbath down enormous heads of old hags ranged in a to the tavern. The Cour des Miracles was circle, watching the witches' sabbath rites in fact nothing but a tavern, but a tavern for and winking their eyes. It was like a new ruffians, quite as much stained with blood world, unknown, unheard of, deformed, creep- as with wine. ing, crawling, fantastic.

The sight which presented itself when his Gringoire-more and more terrified; held ragged escort had at length brought him to by the three mendicants as by three vices; the place of his destination, was not calcule deafened by a crowd of other faces bleating lated to carry him back to poetry, were it and barking around him—the unlucky Grin- even the poetry of hell. It was more than goire strove to rally his presence of mind, and ever the prosaic and brutal reality of the to recollect whether it was Saturday or not. tavern. If our history did not pertain to the But his efforts were vain: the thread of his fifteenth century, we should say that Grinmemory and of his thoughts was broken, goire had descended from Michael Angelo to and, doubting everything, Avating between Čallot. what he saw and what he felt, he asked him- Around a great fire which burned upon a self this puzzling question :-“ If I am, can large circular hearth, and the flames of which this be ? if this is, can I be ?”

rose among the red-hot bars of a trevet unocAt this moment a distinct shout arose from cupied at the moment, sundry crazy tables amidst the buzzing crowd by which he was were placed here and there at random ; for surrounded :-“ Lead him to the king ! lead the waiter had not deigned to study geomehim to the king!”

trical symmetry in their arrangement, or to “ Holy Virgin !” muttered Gringoire- take care at least that they should not inter“ the king of this place !-why, he can be sect each other at too unusual angles. On nothing but a goat.”

these tables shone pots flowing with wine “ To the king! to the king !" repeated and beer, and round these pots were grouped

a great many jolly faces, empurpled by the He was hurried away. The rabble rushed fire and by drink. Here a man, with huge to lay hands on him, but the three mendi- paunch and jovial phiz, was whistling the cants held him fast in their gripe, tearing while he took off the bandages from a false him away from the others, and bawling, “ He wound, and removed the wrappers from a is ours !? The poet's doublet, previously in sound and vigorous knee, which had been

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swathed ever since morning in a dozen liga- elegance of her shape. Her complexion was tures. At the back of him was a shrivelled dark, but it was easy to divine that by daywretch, preparing with suet and bullock's light her skin must have the beautiful golden blood his black pudding for the ensuing day. tint of the Roman and Andalusian women. Two tables off, a sharper, in the complete Her small foot too was Andalusian. She dress of a pilgrim, was twanging a stave of a danced, whirled, turned round, on an old religious hymn. In another place a young Persian carpet, carelessly spread on the paverogue was taking a lesson in epilepsy from ment; and every time her radiant face passed

cadger, who was also teaching him before you as she turned, her large black the art of foaming at the mouth by chewing eyes flashed lightning. a bit of soap. By the side of these a drop- Gringoire ventured upon a delicate quessical man was riddling himself of his protu- tion. “ Then you will not have me for your berance, while four or five canters of the husband ?" said he. other sex were quarrelling about a child they “ The damsel looked at him intently for a had stolen in the course of the evening. Cir- moment, and replied “ No." cumstances these, which, two centuries later, “ For your lover ?” asked Gringoire.

appeared so ridiculous to the court,” as She pouted her lip, and again replied Sauval tells us, “ that they furnished pastime “No.” for the king, and were introduced into a royal For your friend ?” continued Gringoire. ballet, called ' Night,' divided into four parts, She again fixed her eyes stedfastly upon and performed upon the stage of the Petit- him. Perhaps,” said she, after a moment's Bourbon.”—“ Never," adds a spectator of reflection. this performance, were the sudden meta- This perhaps, so dear to philosophers, morphoses of the Cour des Miracles more emboldened Gringoire. “ Do you know successfully represented.”

what friendship is ?" he inquired. From every quarter burst forth the coarse “Yes,” replied the Egyptian; "it is to be laugh and the obscene song. Each did just as brother and sister, two souls which touch as he pleased, swearing and descanting, with- each other without uniting, like two fingers out listening to his neighbour. The pots of the same hand.” jingled, quarrels arose, and broken mugs

“ And love ?” proceeded Gringoire. occasioned a destruction of rags.

“ Oh! love !” said she, and her voice A large dog was seated on his rump, look. trembled, and her eye sparkled. “ It is to ing at the fire. Young children were present be two and yet but one-it is a man and a at these orgies. The stolen boy was crying woman blending into an angel—it is heaven bitterly. Another, a stout fellow about four itself.” years old, was sitting on a high bench, dang- The street-dancer, as she uttered these ling his legs at the table, which reached up words, appeared invested with a beauty which to his chin, and saying not a word. A third powerfully struck Gringoire, and seemed in was gravely spreading with his finger the perfect unison with the almost oriental exagmelted tallow which ran from a candle upon geration of her language. A faint smile the table. The last, a little urchin, crouche played upon her pure and rosy lips; her ing in the dirt, was almost lost in a kettle, bright and serene brow was now and then which he was scraping with a tile, and from clouded for a moment, according to the turn which he was extracting sounds that would of her thoughts, as a mirror is by the breath; have thrown Stradivarius into a swoon. and from her long, dark, downcast eyelashes

Near the fire stood a hogshead, and upon emanated a sort of ineffable light, which this hoghead was seated a mendicant. This imparted to her profile that ideal suavity was the king upon his throne. The three which Raphael subsequently found at the vagabonds who held Gringoire led him before mystic point of intersection of virginity, mathe hogshead, and for a moment the whole ternity, and divinity. motley assemblage was silent, excepting the Gringoire nevertheless proceeded. “And kettle inhabited by the boy. Gringoire durst what should one be,” said he, “ to please not breathe or raise his eyes.

[The poet narrowly escapes hanging, and “ A man.” by the interference of La Esmeralda, is “What am I, then?” adjudged by the king to be her husband " A man has a helmet on his head, a for four years. His first transports are thus sword in his fist, and gold spurs at his heels." exquisitely described.]

“ So then,” rejoined Gringoire, “ without Whether this young female was a human a horse one cannot be a man. Do you love being, or a fairy, or an angel, Gringoire, scep- any one ?" tical philosopher and satirical poet as he She remained pensive for a moment, and was, could not at the first moment decide, then said with a peculiar kind of expression : so completely was he fascinated by the daz- " I shall soon know that." zling vision. She was not tall, though she Why not to-night?” replied the poet appeared to be so from the slenderness and tenderly." Why not me?"


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She eyed him with a serious look. “ Never the people did not use them in building. can I love any man but one who is able to Malcolm

says: the affluent used them both protect me."

in London and in the country; but the unGringoire blushed, and made sure that happy public, fascinated with their wood and this stroke was aimed at him. It was evident plaster, at last saw one fatal flame destroy all that the girl was alluding to the little assist their frail tenements at one blow. The year ance he had afforded her in the critical situa. 1666 expelled wooden buildings from our tion in which she had found herself two metropolis; and from that year brick reigned hours before. At the recollection of this with undiminished sway, has crept beyond circumstance, which his own subsequent all reasonable limits, and even aspired to adventures had banished from his mind, he compose churches and chapels.” struck his forehead.

The Great Fire spared but, comparatively,

few of these wood and plaster fronted houses. (To be continued.)

Yet some remained till the present century.

The most celebrated of these relics is probably The Topographer.

the house, once the residence of Sir Paul Pindar, in Bishopsgate-street, which preserves

to this day a few of its original florid enrichHISTORICAL facts tend to prove, that our ments. Within a few houses of Sir Paul's cities, and even London, originally consisted of dwelling, we remember a mansion with a wooden or wood-framed houses plastered ; and very extensive frontage of bay windows, the this fashion of building continued long after lower portion being covered with fanciful the Romans had introduced into Britain the plaster-work, and the upper filled with small use of stone, “ such cement as we cannot diamond-shaped casements; all which have now equal,” and the use of bricks. The been displaced by a modern stuccoed front. uncertain tenure of all property in times ante- The old White Hart Tavern, figured in the rior to the Norman Conquest probably discou- fifteenth volume of our Miscellany, has disapraged the citizens from erecting substantial peared within these four years, from the same mansions; though, after London increased, vicinity ; but Crosby Hall, of the same period and property became secure, the houses were as was the White Hart, has a nobler claim certainly slight and combustible; and hence to the veneration of the present age, and is the devastating fires which are recorded be- now in course of restoration. Another intetween the time of William the Conqueror resting specimen of olden domestic archiand the year 1666. Stone, it may be pre- tecture was lately removed from High-street, sumed, was almost exclusively used for palaces South ck, and has been represented in vol. and the mansions of the richest citizens. xvii. of our Journal. Long after bricks were made, the mass of Malcolm, by way of an illustrative contrast,

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has etched in his Anecdotes of the Manners 875 lbs., and was sold, to make oil, for 140 and Customs of London, the subjoined view rials. The same letter states that in the of two old houses, which had been erected neighbourhood of Regnosa a number of mad in or before the reign of Elizabeth, and were wolves had made their appearance, which had standing in Goswell-street in the year 1807. bitten persons as well as cattle. In conseNext adjoining was a dwelling-house, built quence of the bite of one of these animals, a in the year 1800, and this juxtaposition youth, aged 26, had been attacked with shows the difference in London architecture hydrophobia, and of the same disorder a in about 250 years; or, as Malcolm quaintly number of horned cattle had died. calls it," ancient inconvenience contrasted with modern convenience.” The common character of the Elizabethan houses, we may The following simple method of preserving observe, was projecting, or one story hanging potatoes has recently been discovered by acciover another; small casemented windows, or holes in the wall; and, in some instances, as

dent :-A person at Annaberg had a quantity in the cut, these crazy, old buildings assumed for the purpose of depositing a large heap of

of charcoal in his cellar, which he removed an anti-perpendicularity which would stagger potatoes in its place, but omitted to sweep the prim propriety of architecture in our times. In the engraving too, the three up the dust at the bottom. At the end of

stories of the new house are but equal in the spring: when they generally begin to : height to the four stories of the old dwellings: sprout, he found that not one of these potathe rooms in the latter must have been incon

toes had germinated, and that being dressed, veniently low, and remind us of a passage in they had retained all their original Havour. Sir William Davenant's picture of ancient London, wherein he says:

" the roofs (ceilings) of your houses are so low, that I pre

A MALE swan, concluded to have been 200 sume your ancestors were very mannerly, and years old, died lately at Rosemount. He was stood bare to their wives, for I cannot discern brought to Dunn

when the late John Erskine, how they could wear their high-crowned hats.” Esq., was in infancy, and was then said to

Malcolm's conclusion to the letter-press be 100 years old. About two years ago he accompanying his print is: “ Heaven be was purchased by the late David Duncan, praised, old London was burnt. Good reader, Esq. of Rosemount; and within that period turn to the views, in order to see what it has his mate brought forth four young ones, been ; observe those hovels convulsed; ima- which he destroyed as soon as they took the gine the chambers within them, and wonder water. Mr. Molleson, Bridge-street, (in whose why the plague, the leprosy, and the sweating museum the bird is now to be seen,) thinks sickness raged. Turn then to the print (also) he might have lived much longer but for a illustrative of our present dwellings, and bé lump or excrescence at the top of the windhappy."

pipe, which, on dissecting him, he found to

be composed of grass and tow. This is the The Naturalist.

same bird known and recognised, in the early years of octogenarians in this and the

neighbouring parishes, by the name of “ the In the middle of the last century there was

old swan of Dunn.”- Montrose Review. an Englishman, named Wildman, who excited great curiosity by the possession of a secret, through the means of which he enticed CAPTAIN Owen relates that “ the bonita has bees to follow him, and to settle on his person the power of throwing itself out of the water without stinging him. (He also wrote a to an almost incredible distance, when in curious treatise on them.). A similar cir- pursuit of its prey, the flying fish; and the cumstance is related in Francis Brue's voyage day previous to our arrival at Mozambique to Africa in 1698; in which mention is made one of these fish rose close under our bow, of a man who was constantly surrounded by passed over the vessel's side, and struck with a swarm of these insects, and who had thence such force against the poop, that had any one obtained the title of “ King of the bees.” received the blow, in all probability it would

J. R. S. have been fatal. Stunned by the violence of

the contact, it fell motionless at the helmsA RECENT letter from Burgos, inserted in the man's feet; but, soon recovering, its strugMadrid Gazette, states that near Laredo a gles were so furious that it became necessary marine monster had been cast on shore. It to inflict several blows with an axe before it had the appearance of a sea-hog, with a tail could be approached with safety. The greatand legs in the shape of fins. "It was four est elevation it attained above the surface of yards in length, extremely, corpulent, and the water was eighteen feet, and the length without scales. The back' resembled the of the leap, had no opposition occurred, would keel of a boat. It weighed 35 arrobas, or have exceeded 180.""




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