Covent Garden was not very elaborate in its attempt. There, after Jane Shore, was a tragi-comic pantomime, called Harlequin and Fair Rosamond. One of the pleasantest points was the "dagger dance" of the Bayaderes given in the scene of Hyde Park Fair, pantaloon beating time with broken crockery. Van Amburgh's menagerie was brought forward with laughable effect. The Clown stirs up the African lion with a red-hot poker, draws his teeth, and then (notwithstanding the beast wags his tail portentously) puts his head into his mouth, and finally creeps in on all fours. The cage is thrown open by accident, and all the beasts and beastesses charge the crowds in Hyde Park.__ Two leopards seize on the well-filled pockets of Pantaloon for "their fairing," and two bears fight for a big boy, whom they seize trundling a hoop.

The Haymarket, less ambitious than its neighbours, had no pantomime at all, nor was there any other novelty as a substitute; consequently it was less crowded. The Youthful Queen, and O'Flannigan and the Fairies, and Tom Noddy's Secret, were, however, performed with considerable spirit.

Yates, at the Adelphi, appears to have been more successful than most of his rivals. Jim Crow was jumped with unwearied and unwearying agility; Nicholas Nickleby had his due number of admirers; and the evening was wound up with Harlequin and the Silver Dove, or the Fairy of the Golden Ladder. It served as a vehicle for some very pretty scenery, and various pleasant tricks and transformations.

castle and ramparts of Presburg, the market-place of Oedenburg, Vienna at Sunset, Schoenbrunn, Durenstein, and St. Michael Melk, and finally Ratisbon, with the French troops forcing the passage of the bridge against the Austrians, and Napoleon wounded. The Victoria also had a harlequinade called Harlequin and the Sprite of the Elfin Glen; "romantic, germanic, legendary, serio and opertica."

The City of London Theatre had a new dramatic drama called the Scarlet Mantle; which was followed by Moncrieff's whimsical trifle The Kingdom of Women; to which was added, a pantomime bearing the title of Jane Shore; or, Harlequin and the Baker of Shoreditch.

If at any of the Houses a deficiency of quality have been detected, there certainly was none of quantity.

NECROLOGY.

ON the afternoon of Tuesday, the 18th of December, at his residence, Brook Green, Hammersmith, died Mr. James Moyes, an eminent printer, of Castle Street, Leicester Square. As a personal friend, we had long nown and highly esteemed him, for he was worthy of all love. We first knew him, as reader, at Mr. Gold's office, in Shoe Lane, formerly the depository of Cox's celebrated Museum, and now, we believe, the printing office of the Morning Herald and of the Whitehall Chronicle.

Mr. Moyes was next in Greville Street, Hatton Garden, in business as a printer on his own account. There, if we mistake not, he sustained considerable loss by fire. Subsequently, he had a new and spacious office erected for him-one of the most compact and commodious in London—at the bottom of Bouverie Street, Fleet Street. There, from a variety of circumstances, over which he could have had no controul, the calamity of failure in business overtook him. This event preyed deeply on his health, and,for a time, his reason was dispaired of. Fortunately for himself, his family, and his friends, he recovered; and, from that time until his death, he carried on, in Castle Street, one of the most respectable and most flourishing businesses in London. Considering the extent of his connexion, it was singularly select, and of high character.

At the Olympic Mr. Charles Mathews made his first appearance since his return from America. It was in the second piece of the evening, Patter versus Clutter, that he came forward looking full of life and health, though almost as thin as his father was when Tate Wilkinson told him he was only fit to play the starved apothecary in Romeo and Juliet, and would require stuffing for that. For several minutes the performance could not go on for the cheering from all parts of the house, and cries of "Welcome back to England!" The cordiality of this reception appeared in some degree to overset him. He soon recovered his self-possession, however, and rattled away with infinite volubility through his monologue and the interspersed songs. He announced his own re-appearance every night," amid much applause, and was afterwards called before the curtain, in order no doubt, as the audience and probably he himself expected, to make a speech. But his heart was too much in his mouth to allow of success in this at- Mr. Moyes was a native of Scotland, and was, we tempt. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, "I really believe, rather more than 60 years of age. He was -I-thank you, with all my heart. I- -but I twice married his second wife was the daughter of cannot answer kindness. Where I thought I was Benjamin Oakley, Esq., formerly of Catherine Streets ill-used, the words flowed, and I spoke as if in the Strand. That lady, with a young family of a son Really, Ladies and Gentlemen, you imagine for me and three daughters, survives him to lament her loss. what I should say, for I cannot-cannot say it ;" and with this, off he ran.

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The Surrey treated its visitors with Oliver Twist, and after that with a pantomime, entitled Harlequin and the Enchanted Figs, or the Little Yellow Man of the Golden Mountains, founded on a well-known nursery tale. The scenery was well painted, and great praise is due to Mr. P. Phillip's Pictorial Annual, or Grand Diorama, which represents a tour on the Danube, commencing with a view of Belgrade, passing on to Buda and Brest, and then tracing in its course the valley and fortress of Bretko, the

For many years, Mr. Moyes printed that most deservedly successful publication The Literary Gazette.

Mr. Moyes was a man of regular and active habit ; of a mild, cheerful, and truly amiable disposition; and, with his intimates, kind, liberal, and somewhat facetious in manner. As a man of ability in his profession, no one ranked above him. All his transactions were characterised by the strictest integrity and honour. In all the social relations of life-as a friend, husband, and father-Moyes was, in the best and in every sense of the expression, a good man.

DR. POUQUEVILLE, an intelligent physician and traveller, who died at Paris on the 21st instant, was

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lours, our drawing-rooms, our boudoirs-with- the Society of Booksellers on the Method of out placing it under the very noses of our forming a true Judgement of the Manuscripts of wives and children-those whom we would Authors," containing some curious literary willingly preserve without spot or stain or any intelligence, as follows,- We have known such thing—are we not, in our daily walks, books," says the writer, "that in the manucompelled to witness too much of it-to be too script have been damned, as well as others deeply initiated in its mysteries? We pause which seem to be so, since after their appearfor a reply. ance in the world they often have lain by neglected.-Witness the Paradise Lost, (referred to in my last) of the famous Milton, and the Optics of Sir Isaac Newton, which last, it is said, had no character here, till noticed in France."-Shuckford's Connexions between the Old and New Testament was bandied about for two or three years among the booksellers, before it found a purchaser or a publisher " Prideaux' Connexions," on the same subject, experienced a similar fate, for two or three years ere they were ventured upon or experienced success. This is no criterion of the sordidness of booksellers, when even the learned world, and heads of the Church had not agreed upon the subject. "Robinson Crusoe's manuscript also ran through the whole trade, nor would any one print it, though the writer, De Foe, was in good repute as an Author. One Bookseller at last, not remarkable for his discernment, but for his speculative turn, enThis bookseller

Some of our readers are perhaps inclined to inquire, by this time, what reference all this may bear to the words at the head of this brief paper-"THE SLANG STYLE?" We will tell them; premising, however, that what we have now said is to be regarded only as an introduction to what we shall hereafter have to say. It is our wish to root out a "plague spot" from the literature of the age; or, failing in our aim at its utter extermination, at least to deprive it of some of its venom. A class of writers has arisen amongst us, some of the leaders of whom, it is boasted of by their admirers for even such writers have hosts of admirers, some of them, too, amongst the fair sex-have by their pens at once eclipsed both Fielding and Hogarth. We shall inquire into this.

LETTERS TO MY SON AT ROME. gaged in this publication.*

LETTER VI.

AUTHORS AND BOOKSELLERS..
FATE OF BOOKS..
BALDWIN FAMILY.

THE

got above a thousand guineas by it; and the booksellers are accumulating money every hour by this work in all shapes.

The undertaker of the translation of RANOTICES OF THE PIN, after a very considerable part of the work had been published, was not a little dubious of its success, and was strongly inclined to drop the design. This, the best history of England extant, and written by a Frenchman, proved at last to be a most profitable literary adventure.

Aldine Chambers, Paternoster Row,
London, Dec. 22, 1838.

MY DEAR SON,

My last conveyed to you the relative position between Authors and Booksellers of the Old School; and although some of the observations may appear trite to the few remains of it, as well as to the Young Fry of the present day, I shall continue to address you in the same strain till I come down to the present hour; for, rely upon it, each Letter shall be faithful and impartial, so that eventually a lesson may be gathered from it.

The information conveyed by Ames, Herbert, Dibdin, Nichols, Watt, Clarke, Timperley, and others, of our own Country, independent of De Bure, Brunet, Monier, and other foreign Bibliographers, furnish me with so much information, that you know, deficient as I am, I am not inclined to " hide my light under a bushel." According to the information furnished by our predecessors, it appears that in 1738 a pamphlet was published entitled "A Letter to

Rosciad, with all its merit, lay for a considerable time in a dormant state, till Churchill and his publisher became impatient and almost hopeless of success. There is no doing without a patron; for of this work, which had a great run afterwards, only ten copies were sold in the first five days, in four days more six copies were sold! but when Garrick found himself praised in it he set it afloat, and Churchill reaped a large harvest.

land, which was called the 'Scotch Intelligencer or Weekly News from Scotland and the Court,' 1643, and little more than a century after the first English Mercury, of 1588.

I cannot here avoid quoting Dunton's quaint account of a RICHARD BALDWIN* about the year 1699; of whom he says,

"He printed a great deal, but got as little by it as John Dunton. He bound for me and others when he lived in the Old Bailey; but, removing to Warwick lane, his faine for publishing spread so fast, Baldwin having got acquaintance with Persons of Quahe grew too big to handle his small tools. Mr. lity, he was now for taking a shop in Fleet-street; but Dick, soaring out of his element, had the honour of

The foregoing are a few additional instances to those of my last, of Authors and their productions not being sufficiently appreciated in the first instance. This should not be ascribed to a want of liberality on the part of the book-being a Bookseller but a few months. However to sellers, so much, in fact almost every thing, depending on the public taste. You will perceive that I have been travelling over much ground in a short time, and in almost as romantic a way as Robinson Crusoe himself. By the by, my man Friday is traversing Ireland, as eccentric and romantic as ever.

In reference to CHURCHILL, before mentioned, I shall refer to him again in the course of my “Reminiscences.” Irecollect his brother, who lodged with a Mr. Kerr, (A SCOTCHMAN,) Hair Dresser, who lived in Blackfriars' Road upwards of fifty years ago.

You are aware that the death of HOGARTH was attributed to the caustic satire of Churchill. I knew Mrs. Hogarth, and called upon her at the Golden Head in Leicester Fields, where I met the Rev. Dr. Trusler, Author of Hogarth Moralized, and of Almanack, Book making, and Carving notoriety.

I have concluded this account of Authors with Laurence Sterne, and I fear you will think me like him; or like Shandy driving along High Roads and Bye Roads, and even where no thoroughfare stares me in the face. I now proceed to my

do Mr. Baldwin justice, his inclinations were to oblige all men, and only to neglect himself. He was a man of generous temper, and would take a cheering glass to oblige a Customer. His purse and his heart were open to all men that he thought were honest: and his conversation was very divert. ing. He was a true lover of King William; and after he came on the Livery, always voted on the right side. His Wife, Mrs. A Baldwin, in a literal sense was an help-meet, and eased him of all his publishing work: and since she has been a Widow, might vie with all the women in Europe for accuracy and justice in keeping accounts: and the same I hear of her beautiful Daughter, Mrs. Mary Baldwin, of whom her father was very fond. He was, as it were flattered into his grave by a long consumption; and now lies buried in Wickam parish, his native place."

The name of Ann Baldwin, in Warwick Lane, appears prefixed to “ NOAH'S DOVE," a sermon exhorting to peace, preached by Thomas Swift, M.A. Bernard Lintot's name precedes that

*As it does not appear that the above Richard Baldwin was connected with an eminent Bookseller

of the same name in St. Paul's Church Yard, and his successors in Paternoster Row, I have not ventured to place the latter family first in chronological order, although perhaps he may be related to the Baldwins who were great Printers even before Dunton's time.

NOTICES OF THE BALDWIN FAMILY. +First cousin to the Dean, and one year only The name of Baldwin appears very early in senior to him. Mr. Thomas Swift was presented by the annals of Bookselling. Lord Somers, and probably at Sir William Temple's So early as 1681 request, to a crown living, Pattenham near Guilford, I find in an account of the public and weekly in Surrey; which he held sixty years, and quitted papers, the name of R. Baldwin prefixed to the but with life, in May 1752, in the 87th year of his debates of the House of Commons assem- age. Thomas preached a sermon in November 1710, bled at Oxford, March 21, 1680-1. He again (the same that is mentioned above,) but it is not appears on a paper printed on a folio sheet, en-specified where it was preached, which he printed titled An Account of the Proceedings of the Es-and prefixed to it a dedication to Mr Harley, Chantates of Scotland, 1689-90; and again to the beseiging and taking of Carrickfergus by the Duke of Schomberg 1689; also to the Scotch Mercury, giving A True Account of the Daily Proceedings and Most Remarkable Ocurrences of Scotland; No. 1, May 2 and 8, 1692, and to the proceedings of the Parliament of Scotland, Ben Tooke, November 7, 1710, affected to be the AuThis was only fifty years after the pub-thor of the Tale of a Tub; and when the Lord Trealication of the first newspaper printed in Scot- surer of Oxford wished to play upon his friend

1693.

cellor of the Exchequer, afterwards Earl of Oxford. Mr. Dean Swift says "Thomas Swift was a man of learning and abilities; but unfortunately bred up like his father and grandfather, with an abhorrence and contempt for all the puritanical Sectaries," whence he seems to infer that he ne.ther had, nor could well have, the least hope of rising in the Church. "This

Parson cousin," as the Dean calls him in a letter to