In a vault beneath repose the remains of

The Right Hon. EDWARD PELLEW, Viscount and Baron EXMOUTH,
of Canonteign, a Baronet, and LL.D. Vice-Admiral of the United Kingdom,
and Admiral of the Red Squadron of His Majesty's Fleet,

Knight Grand Cross of the Most Honourable Military Order of the Bath,
also of the Royal and distinguished Order of Charles the Third of Spain,
Of the Military Order of William of the Netherlands,

Of the Royal Sicilian Order of St. Ferdinand and Merit,

Of the Military Order of St. Maurice and St. Lazare of Sardinia, and Knight of the Most Honourable and Most Ancient Order of the Annunciation of Savoy,

High Steward of Great Yarmouth, and one of

the Elder Brethren of the Hon. Corporation of the Trinity House.

His eminent public services are recorded in the annals
and live in the memory of a grateful country.

This private and more humble monument records his Christian virtues :
His active benevolence, which often risked his life to

rescue fellow-creatures from the deep, and to break the chains of
Christian brethren, mourning in helpless captivity in a heathen land.
All human glory ceases in the grave: but far dearer is the memory of
that devout faith which led him in deep humility to the cross of Christ,
the star which guided him to his desired haven,

the anchor of his hope, when, on the death-bed of the just,
he yielded up his soul to his Redeemer.

He departed in peace, on the 23d day of January,
in the year of our Lord 1833, and in the 76th year of his age.
This monument is erected by his grateful and affectionate family,
to the memory of the best of husbands and of parents.

LINES WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE

LORD EXMOUTH's humane and magnanimous conduct,

when, at the imminent risk of his life, he rescued, (under the blessing of
Divine Providence)

near five hundred souls-men, women, and children, many of whom were sick, from the wreck of the Dutton, East Indiaman, in a tremendous storm, January 26, 1796.

While o'er the reeling wreck the savage storm

Pour'd all its lightnings, thunders, blasts, and hail ;

And every horror in its wildest form

Smote the firm heart, that never knew to fail;

'Twas thine, PELLEW, sublimely great and good!
For man, thy brother man, distress'd, to dare

The dreadful passage of the raging flood,
And join the frantic children of despair.

There it was thine, in comfort's balmy tone,

To soothe their sorrows 'mid the tempest's roar ;
To hush the mother's shriek-the sick man's groan,
And bear the suff'rers trembling to the shore.

So when this mighty orb, in dread alarm,

Shall crash in ruins, at its God's decree;

May thy Redeemer, with triumphant arm,

From the vast wreck of all things-rescue thee.

Mr. Osler's work is enriched with a most valuable appendix, containing, among much other interesting matter, memoirs of Lord Exmouth's brothers, Sir Israel and Mr. Samuel Pellew, and Capt. Warde's plan

of Algiers. Indeed, with Mr. Osler's book in hand, it is possible to arrive at the most exact and minute conception of all the details of that important action.

We recommend Mr. Osler's work not only to general perusal, but most especially as a present to young naval officers. There they will see what were English principles-principles, which we trust, will ever prevail in the navy of England-principles which have raised the glories of that service to the greatest possible elevation, and above all, principles which have given to those who cherish them tranquillity in life, and cheerfulness in death, in "the hope of a better resurrection."

ART II.-The Chronicles of Waltham. By the Author of the " Country Curate," &c. Three Vols. 8vo. London: Bentley.

We have, at no very distant period of time, held up to deserved reprobation one work, professing to be a novel, from the great demoralizing tendency which we conceived it to exhibit, and which we considered it to be our duty to combat and neutralize as far as in us lay. We have now another before us, purporting to be of the same class, which we are induced to notice from a motive the most opposite, viz. that in our opinion, there are few volumes which promise to be so popular, and at the same time, contain so many wholesome truths, and exhibit such sound practical views of the present condition of a large class of the community.

Bad as the times were from 1818 to 1829, (says Mr. Gleig,) they did not wholly eradicate the caste of fox-hunting, champagne-drinking, and phaetondriving tenants. With respect again to their ladies, their style of dress, their habits in the domestic circle, and their general demeanour at home and abroad, were certainly not of a nature to induce a conviction in the breast of the looker on, that they were the wives or daughters of poor men. To be sure, silks, laces, gloves, ribbons, &c. were all considerably cheaper in 1828, than they had been in 1813, and so far, lay more within the reach of those who possessed the means of purchasing; but as the true value of any article is to be estimated by the consumer according to his own ability to pay for it, and not according to the price it fetches in the market, so the husband and father of a bevy of welldressed persons haranguing from his town-built carriage was not very likely to excite commiseration when he spoke of the derangement of his affairs, and attributed the whole blame to the government of the country.

It was not of the government alone, however, that the farmer now complained. Rents were said to be ruinously high, tithes ground him to the dust, and the little profits that might have remained after these demands were settled, disappeared altogether in the vortex of the poor rates. Now it might or it might not be true, that landlords still required for their farms more than their farms were worth; but if it were true, the farmers had themselves alone to thank for it. The competition for land continued as great as it had ever been.

Was there an estate in the market? If offered for sale, there were dozens eager to purchase; if to let, there were scores ready to hire! How then was it possible for the landlords to believe that they did exact more than the tenants were in a condition to pay? And as to tithes, they were precisely what they had ever been, with this remarkable exception, that, generally speaking, the Clergy entered into compositions to which of course the farmers assented, because they were advantageous; whereas lay-impropriators almost always took their tithe in kind. Yet it was not of the proceedings of the lay-impropriator that complaints were ever made. The Clergy were traduced as oppressors, because they dealt more leniently with their parishioners than they might have done. And with respect to the poor rates, how could these fail of hanging round the agriculturist's neck like a mill-stone under such circumstances as the following, &c. &c.

Mr. Gleig then goes on to detail, with equal liveliness and accuracy of description, the sudden fall of wages from half-a-crown and three shillings per diem, when wheat was at five pounds a quarter, to the comparatively miserable pittance of nine shillings a week, all which he very truly ascribes to the transition from a state of war, in the course of which we were the carriers to, and monopolised the commerce of the whole world, to one of peace, in which all the rest of the world came in for their fair share, at least, of these advantages. The immediate alteration produced in the comforts and habits of the labouring classes by the fact, that whereas formerly the supply of labour was unequal to the demand for it, so now the supply of employment was in its turn unequal to the demands made for it by the thousands whom the peace had thrown out of bread, the evil of the incautious proceedings of the magistracy, as yet unaware of the real state of affairs, and the rise of the pernicious system of pauperising the whole labouring population by paying half the workman's wages from the poor rates,-all these, and their frightful and demoralizing consequences, are portrayed with a degree of clearness and fidelity that cannot fail to raise this work infinitely above the class to which it professes to belong, and to make it well worth the serious study of many that would probably have thought or cared for none of these things, had they been presented to them in the more formal dress of a statistical essay. The vulgar and malignant outery against the supposed wealth of the Church and its ministers is ably exposed in the following sketch of a country Clergyman, which we should weaken by comment :

The Rev. Montague Trevenean was one of those overpaid and bloated pluralists whose wealth and indolence bring disgrace on their profession, as well as on the religion of which they are the teachers; for Mr. Trevenean was not only Vicar of Heavitree, but Rector of St. Mary besides, the united proceeds of which brought him in, after the payment of necessary expenses, a clear annual revenue of 450l. To entitle him to this enormous remuneration, moreover, he had absolutely nothing to do. On Sundays, to be sure, he read prayers and preached twice-sometimes thrice; on other days he ministered to the necessities, temporal as well as spiritual, of more than 2000 persons, almost all of whom were mere paupers, and scattered over a surface of nearly thirty-five square miles. He attended all vestry meetings, and gave them the benefit of his wisdom and

experience, without which they would often have gone wrong; dispensed more of hospitality than nine-tenths of the laymen, who possessed three times his means; and throughout the whole circle of his neighbourhood was the pattern, which was every where more or less felt, of gentle manners, pure principles, and a highly cultivated understanding. But then Mr. Trevenean, like the rest of his order, could not be numbered among the productive classes: he added nothing to the stock of national wealth; he only sought to elevate and improve, as far as his influence extended, the national character. Now it is well known, that, except by the dissemination of newspapers, and the agency of Mechanics' Institutes, there are very few methods of acting upon the national character, which the political economist can sanction; and hence he whose views extend no farther than to make his neighbours fear God, honour the king, and be contented with their lot, well deserves to be denounced as a useless member of society. Doubtless it was upon this principle that Mr. Trevenean, like his brethren in general, suffered much reproach in places and among circles where his person was unknown. For it is a curious fact, that it is exactly among such as are total strangers to their habits and style of living, that the English Clergy find the most unsparing denouncer of their vices, their indolence, and their unpopularity. Had Mr. Trevenean possessed no other pecuniary resources than those which his benefices supplied, it would have been impossible for him either to do the good to which all around him bore witness, or to maintain his station in society; he was, however, a living instance of the practical benefits of a system which on theoretical grounds is generally condemned. The younger brother of a wealthy house, he brought into the profession, which gave him the possible chance of civil rank and large emoluments more than in point of fact the profession was ever likely to afford to him; and in doing so rendered the good things of this life subservient to the noblest purposes, because they enabled him to exercise an influence over the minds of his neighbour, such as without them, no man, in the present state of society, may ever hope to attain.

We do not apologise for the length to which we have been led in these extracts; trifling, as from the form it has assumed, this work may appear, it will amply repay perusal to all candid and unbiassed minds. The Chronicles consist of the history of a supposed parish in Kent, during the last twenty years. We say supposed, for though there is a parish of that name at no great distance from the late scene of the reverend author's clerical labours, yet we cannot recognise its local features in the description here given of it: the "silver stream," the "fine old church," &c. are purely imaginary, but the verisimilitude of the thoughts and feelings of the peasantry, during the period alluded to, no one at all conversant with that part of the country can dispute. These volumes contain several narratives, all branching from one common stem, all written with much graphic power, and one especially, "The Overseer's Daughter," with great pathos. We can safely recommend them to the notice of all who really love their poorer countrymen, and would fain see their condition bettered.

LITERARY REPORT.