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"When hee was solely under the women's care, the Countesse of Senecy was his governesse; but now the Mareschal of Villeroy, son to the old and worthy Secretary Villeroy, is his governour, and the Abbot of Beaumont, a Dr. of the Sorbonne Colledge, and a creature of Cardinall Richlieu's, his tutor. His style in his edicts and pattents is Louis par la Grace de Dieu Roy de France, et Navarre. He signs Louys underneath, not above, as the King of England useth. His subjects, when they write to him, endorse Au Roy, and others Au Roy Tres Chrestien."

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The North and the Hanmer families were allied; and the editor gives us a few extracts which are partly in prose and partly in verse from a romance entitled "Eroclea, or the Maid of Honour,” written by Sir Henry North of Mildenhall, the maternal grandfather of the Speaker. This romance, which we are told fills a stout folio volume of about 640 pages, in a remarkably fine and close hand, is illustrative of greater eccentricity than the work on France by the Speaker's other predecessor; yet it is not so valuable, neither does it give evidence of such talent or culture of mind. In fact, we are told that it partakes of all the extravagances of the era, which found their way into every department-into the forms of literature as well as into religion and politics. The scene, says the editor," is laid in Attica, in the time of Alexander the Great: there are classi-' cal names and designations in abundance, but the book consists mainly of long-drawn discussions and speculations on politics, intermingled with descriptions of masques and allegories, the ceremonials of courts, and the hunting of the stag, with elaborate designs of country seats and trim gardens, according to the fashion of the times and the taste of the writer." To the antiquary, however, and the historical student the work is by no means destitute of value, and no doubt there are to be found in it striking fancies, original ideas, and beautiful descriptions. The pieces of poetry presented as samples, though selected, are the production of one, manifestly, who could surpass in this art scores of those who put forward claims in our times in the shape of verse. The conceits of the eccentric author's muse are graceful, as well as abundant and happily pointed. Take an example :

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"Care-charming sleep, descend and gently glide

Into the temples of this sacred head,

Let dewes of thy refreshing vapours slide
Into his breast; and slumber sit as lead
Upon his eyelids; till it binds

His sences up, and his soule finds

Her selfe and all her facultyes at rest.

Let no unquiet envious dreame

Possesse his fancy, nor once move a thought
To stir; but drench it sweetly with the streame
Of thy distilling moisture; let noe doubt
Perplex his mind, or make him start;

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Nor trembling feare come neare his heart;

Till Phoebus rises in his glory dress'd.
But if a dreame must needs his sence invade,
Let it be like the kisses of a bride;
Gentle and pleasing as a refreshing shade,
After a scorching sun; let musique guide
His wandering fancy, and at his eare
Stand centinell; letting come neare

Noe noise, but what hee most delights to heare."

Sir Henry Bunbury is an honest, generous, and hearty donator to the public; for in drawing forth from his old boxes, he liberally publishes what belongs to recent as well as to remoter times. Accordingly whatever has come to him, not only as a participator in the Hanmer and the Bunbury blood, but whatever has descended in right of his lady, is laid under contribution; and thus, as well as from other sources which it is not necessary that we should particularly explain, we have a great number of Miscellaneous Letters, some of them written by celebrated individuals whose very personal appearance and manners are fresh in the recollection of the living. Pope, Young, Garrick, Goldsmith, Mrs. Jordan, Madame de Genlis, Nelson, Burke, Crabbe, Bentham, &c. &c. in this collection come agreeably before us in their unrestrained moments. We extract only one letter; it is from the author of the "Essay on Man" to the Earl of Strafford.

"MY LORD,

(July, 1725.)

"Your Lordship will be surprised at my impudence in troubling you in yr repose and elegant retirement at Boughton. You may think I could only do so at Twit'nam. And much less could you expect disturbance from any but a living bad neighbour. Yet such, my Lord, is now yr case, that you are to be molested at once by a living and a dead one. To explain this riddle, you may find it very inconvenient on a Sunday (your usual day of rest here) not only to be prest in upon in an evening by me, but shoulder'd in a morning at church by Sr Godfrey Kneller and his huge lady into ye bargain. A monition (I think they call it) from ye Drs Commons was publish'd here last Sunday, wherein that pious widow desires their leave to pull down ye tablet I set up at ye head of yr lordship's pew, to fix there a large one to Sr G. and herself, with both their figures. If yr lordship should really chance to take no great pleasure in beholding my name full before yr eyes (which I should not wonder at), yet at least (dangerous as that name is, and dreadful to all true Protestant ears), it cannot incommode you so much as a vast three-hundred-pound pile projecting out upon you, overshadowing my Lady Strafford with ye immense draperies and stone petticoats of Lady Kneller, and perhaps crushing to pieces your lordship's posterity! This period sounds very poetical; and yet Reeves seriously tells me, and allows me to tell yr lordship as seriously, that the main wall at yr pew will be greatly in danger of falling by ye addition of

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such a tomb. What I have to beg of yr lordship as a favour is, that you will please to declare your dissent and objection, directing a few lines only in general to that effect as your commands to Mr. Pearson, proctor in the Drs Comons, and inclose it to me at Twitnam. They have appointed the thirtieth of this month for such of ye parish as have any objections, to show them in court, otherwise ye license will be given her. I thought fit first of all to apply to you, my Lord, who (I would fain persuade myself) will be concernd agst it, next to me; not only as the neerest neighbor to it, but as ye person I wd hope wd most favour me. The innovations upon all sorts of property, and ye dangers of ill precedents of all kinds, are what your lordship is a well-known opposer of: I hope you will not be so ye less though it is but the particular cause of one who so justly and so sincerely respects and honours you.

"I am, my Lord.

Your Lordship's most obedient
and most oblig'd

Humble Servant,

A. POPE.

"My mother joins in her faithful, humble services, and in my petition for your PROTEST, a word yr lordship is of late well acquainted with."

A Memoir of Charles Lee, the American General, who was the first-cousin of the editor's father, follows, who seems to have been a singular character, and yet a man possessed of diversified and high qualities. And lastly comes a quantity of very fine and stringent poetry by Henry Soame the editor's cousin, who died in India, in the year 1803, and is called in the Preface to the present volume, the unfortunate. Two short specimens of the young gentleman's poetry must conclude our extracts; for we are confident that what we have said and already produced must satisfy our readers that the work possesses lasting attractions to the historian, the scholar, and the man of taste, as well as to all who delight in agreeable and instructive gossip. At the same time Sir Henry Bunbury has here erected a monument which his family and descendants may rightfully regard with gratitude, admiration, and reverence.

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FRAGMENT

Sour'd but untam'd in Disappointment's school,
He look'd ordain'd to ruin or to rule;

Through his dark cluster'd ringlets, here and there
Shone ere its time a sorrow-silver'd hair;

On his pale check a bitter smile there sate,

Which seem'd to mock the importance of fate;
Upon his haughty brow defiance lower'd;
Despair was in his hollow eye embower'd :-

Still, o'er the wild expression of his face

Would beam, by starts, a momentary grace;

Faint emanations of the God were seen

To indicate the thing he should have been.

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FOR HIMSELF, WRITTEN A FEW DAYS BEFORE HIS DEATH, Jela
Ve sons of thrift, to gentle dulness dear,

Whom prudence fattens, and whom fools revere,
Jog on the outcast on whose grave ye gaze
Now holds your Pity-as he held your Praise.
If souls, as sages teach, immortal are,

The few he loved on earth he'll meet elsewhere.
If with the flesh they die, as some suppose,-
Go, thank your stars ye have not much to lose.

ART. XI.—An Abridged Account of the Misfortunes of the Dauphin. Translated from the French, by the Hon. and Rev. C. G. PERCEVAL. - London: Fraser, 1838.

MANY of our readers will have it in recollection that nearly a twelvemonth ago a considerable sensation was created in this country by the story of a packet of letters having fallen into wrong hands in London; and some of these letters having been read by a person who had no right to do so, that he refused to give them up to the proper 'owners, without acquainting the authorities, because he believed them to reveal a dreadful conspiracy against the life aud the reign of the King of the French. The packet came from Dresden, and its contents spoke strongly and warmly about the Prince, as a person at the moment in England, meaning thereby Louis Charles Dauphin of France, and styled Duke of Normandy. The Dauphin, it was always given out by every French government that has existed since the death of Louis XVI., had died in the Tower of the Temple in June 1795, when a boy of about ten years of age; and his untimely end has throughout Europe and the world ever since been a theme of tenderness and lament, while the cruelty which caused his supposed death has met with a simultaneous and, never ceasing torrent of execration. However, a surmise has frequently been entertained, and a belief extensively expressed, that the boy escaped from his imprisonment, and that it was a substitute whom the Revolutionary powers put forward as the deceased prince. One of the best proofs that such a persuasion has existed, and that even the governments of France could not give it a flat and convincing denial, will be discovered in the fact that several persons have been before the tribunals of that country, each alleging himself to be the real Dauphin, although all of them have up till now been detected as impostors. Another claimant still exists; it is the person now under consideration, the same whom the packet of letters already alluded to concerned,-which letters, by the bye, contained nothing that could be construed into a conspiracy against the life or the reign of the present French monarch, but only the firm conviction and the undisguised expressions of parties, which amounted to this,

-that the Dauphin existed, that he was the person about whom they wrote, and that his prospects were brightening.

In England, we believe, very slight interest, as was to be expected, has hitherto existed on the subject of the present or the preceding claimants to the honours and the rank of the son of the Martyr King;" nor unless the publication before us produce a sensation, or unless some future conclusive evidence appear in behalf of the person of whom we are about to say more, do we anticipate that the strange story will attract any absorbing feeling. It is quite clear, at the same time that while on the continent, and especially in France, there are many individuals who are satisfied with the claimant's pretensions, there are some even in England who have given in their assent. We need only instance the editor of the volume now on our table,-the Hon. and Rev. C. G. Perceval, Rector of Calverton, Bucks. A glance at his Preface will discover the strength of his convictions.

After expressing his deep-rooted predilections for legitimate royalty, but at the same time disavowing all political motives and designs in the present undertaking, he goes on to state that it is simply in the light of a most interesting historical question the work here translated is regarded by him. He has ever felt deeply on the subject of the French Revolution, and the sorrows and sufferings of the Royal Family of France. No portions of the tragedy, however, have shocked him more" than the treatment of the illustrious Martyr's children; especially of the young Prince, who had the misfortune of being legitimate heir to his father's crown." The feelings of abhorrence and disgust which he has experienced at the "brutal atrocities practised upon that gentle child," have only subsided "under the belief that he had passed through these tribulations, into a better state, and had been reunited, without fear of another separation, to those of whose tenderest affection he had ever been the cherished object." But he is now convinced that a much longer trial was appointed for the Dauphin; in short, but not without encountering difficulties, he is completely satisfied not only that the Duke of Bordeaux is not the legitimate heir to the French throne, but that the son of Louis XVI. is at this moment alive, nay, that the claimant of whom we are about to hear more, a person with whom the editor is acquainted, is this son. Accordingly he has been at the pains to give a translation of the original volume, published some time ago, in which the History of the "Misfortunes of the Dauphin, the son of Louis XVI." is to be found, for the benefit of the English public; and we must declare, if but a tenth of this history be true, the most extraordinary details, intrigues, injustice, and sufferings we ever heard of, will no longer astonish us. The stories about the man in the "Iron Masque," are nothing to it. Be it understood, however, that we express no opinion either one way or the other about the truth of the Pretender's VOL. 11. (1838.) No. III.

G.G

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