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• 3fif(i[afit![c. ♦ — WALES, PAST AND PRESENT. By Charles Wilkins, author of The History of Merthyr," History of the Iron and Coal Trades," &c. Merthyr Harry Wood Southey, 110, High-street. THIS book is the fruit of considerable industry and research. To all historical readers, as well as to those immediately interested in N orth and South Wales, the volume will prove a rich mine of instruction. From the work we glean the following Welsh proverbs, which may be new to some of our readers, and for- gotten by others To be silent is to confess. Death is the ripeness of age. The outlaw's wish is a long night. Let him that bears the bag support himself out of it. That man marches boldly to battle who has God for his protector. He that goes to the games should leave his skin at home. A hearth will invite. Polluted are the lips of the per- jured. He that has bread in abundance will go merrily to beg milk. hat is pleasing to God is certain. To reject (a profferred gift) is waste. What has been at the top of the sack will go to the bottom. Who covets honour should be powerful. He that desires praise let him die. He that desires a pressing offer let him appear sick. Who covets health should be cheerful. Crows are more numerous than hawks. He that hoards shall have when he wants., What the old crow croaks the young one will echo. Even the morsel of a stag is charity a reference to the laws of Hywel Dda. Patience is the limit of knowledge. Before we act we should propose." Of the author's style our readers may form a fair idea from the subjoined extract Of all the mountains in South Wales the grandest are the Beacons, soaring in quaint and leonine outlines to the blue of heaven. Around their noble heads the air is as pure as in the time of Adam no taint of furnace, no exhalations from crowded houses and laden drains come there, and, calm as it may be in the vales below, there is always a gentle breeze blowing, sometimes a storm. A few yards beneath the summit and there is no idea even of a gale take the few yards and you feel it. There is no place like it in the South for grand contrasts. Go in the evening, alone. Steadily breast the mountain and in the dusk stand on the loftiest height. 'Tis calm, say a summer's eve. Like a vast parterre is the landscape be- fore you a great tract fenced with hedgerows, varied by copse and solitary tree, relieved by cottage, mansion, or hamlet, picturesque with the shadows and deep glow of evening, and stretching far away, with belts of rivers and streams, or broad ocean bands, that softly glisten like silver. The twilight deepens. Gently the haze creeps on, robing countries for their slumber, or veiling in denser gloom the clusters of woods, rendering less distinct the rivers. Then, more suddenly and swiftly, the clouds fall around. Phantom wraiths go by of mountain mist. A large procession, tall and shadowy; and in its rear gloomily comes the night. Such a night-weird, black, solemn. The night of towns has its tramp of policemen, the refrain of the carouser, the occasional disturbance, the rush of the fire-engine. The night of the village has its accompaniments—the cry of the belated bird the sum- mons of the watch dog, each answering each the anthem of the woods. But the mountains have a night peculiarly their own. No sound of earth streams up so far. Silence seems brooding. No flap of wing, 110 cry of bird but all intensely hushed, not with a dead blank silence. Listen, and living waves of sound are around you, so faint and tremulous that only by painful intensity can you note them. If they burst forth into one grand pealing anthem to the Almighty, it would be but in keeping and but a sequel to this mystic prelude. But the mists and the clouds disappear. The vast zenith is disclosed with all its wealth of starry worlds, and you feel that silence has indeed burst forth into an anthem. An anthem'd picture is before you, brighter, more bewildering than you have ever seen. Familiar, like the Londoner with his two or three inches of sky, set with a solitary star, the vision that now meets the eye is one of overwhelming majesty. A gleam of the meaning of Infinity bursts upon the mind, and in fervid adoration, like the Chaldean, you stand mute in wonder, in delight. These are but a few of the scenes off our mountains. The sunrise is a vision of beauty, sunset a marvel of grandeur, One like a virgin flashes forth her unsullied brilliancy upon a world, the other like a hero grandly withdraws covered with the halo of glory. What more bewitching than the rising of the full-orbed harvest moon, the beauty of the planets. The valleys alter, field and wood gladden in the spring time, clothed with bright green verdure, but we grieve in the chill winter to see the leafless trees, and note the withered remnants of the beautiful flowers of summer-time. But the mountain top knows no change, and is beyond the influence of the seasons and above "the flowers of heaven" bloom ever, and the picture is everlasting." Throughout the volume there is a sprinkling of typographical errors which are eyesores, and which we hope will be removed before a second edition is pub- lished. The type is good and the paper is good, but the printing is of a very inferior grade. The book is dedicated, with permission, to the Home Secretary, Mr. Bruce. ———— MAGAZINES. THE CORNHILL MAGAZINE.—The following comprise the contents of the new number Our Rulers—Public Opinion," Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe," The Man in the Iron Mask," "After many Days," a poem, "La Brugcre," with further instalments of "Put Yourself in His Place," "Shamrockiana," and" Against Time." Every contribution is readable, and on the whole the number is a good one. LONDON SOCIETY.—Variety and lightness are the distinguishing traits of this magazine, and they have never been more conspicuous than in the part for the present month. The illustrations are as usual of a superior kind. THE FLORAL WORLD AND GARDEN GUIDE.—The March number is replete with that sort of information required by all garden-owners this month.

CARDIFF POLICK COURT.