style of the author of "Highways and Bye-ways," with many fine touches
of Irish humour and sentiment. We next notice a Village Romance, by Miss
Mitford, with a host of pretty facts and feelings; and a Calabrian Tale,
the Forest of Sant Eufemia, by the author of "Constantinople in 1829:"
it is the longest, and perhaps the best story in the volume, and brings
the author's descriptive powers into full play in the stirring scenes
of brigand life. Next is The Last of the Storm, a tale of deep and
thrilling interest, by Mr. Banim. Of the same description is our prose
extract--


THE CONFESSION.

_By John Galt, Esq._

My furlough had nearly expired; and, as I, was to leave the village the
next morning to join my regiment, then on the point of being shipped off
at Portsmouth, for India, several of my old companions spent the evening
with me, in the Marquess of Granby. They were joyous, hearty lads; but
mirth bred thirst, and drinking begot contention.

I was myself the soberest of the squad, and did what I could to appease
their quarrels. The liquor, however, had more power than my persuasion,
and at last it so exasperated some foolish difference about a song,
between Dick Winlaw and Jem Bradley, that they fell to fighting, and so
the party broke up.

Bradley was a handsome, bold, fine fellow, and I had more than once
urged him to enlist in our corps. Soon after quitting the house, he
joined me in my way home, and I spoke to him again about enlisting,