Europe, the Council are of opinion that its efficiency would be much increased by the means being afforded to the pupils of acquiring a taste for the moral and manly amusements of Europe instead of the low vices and disreputable habits of the great bulk of the native community. Under these circumstances, and before the building of the Fever Hospital will render the future removal of the College from its present site impossible, the Council beg to bring the above-mentioned subject to the prominent notice of Government, in the hope that some means may be devised of removing the causes of inefficiency under which the institution at present labors. In consequence of the foregoing report, the Civil Architect was directed. through the Military Board, to draw up a plan for a new Medical College. Major Goodwyn applied to the Council for a specification of the exact nature and extent of the buildings likely to be required, upon which a communication was addressed to Government, of which the following extract contains the nature and purport: The Council do not feel authorized to afford such detailed information without the express sanction of Government, as it will involve several important considerations connected with the present state and probable future wants of the Medical College, especially as to whether it is the intention of Government to afford instruction to the European subordinate Medical Establishment to the extent intimated in the despatch of the Hon'ble Court of Directors upon the subject—and also, as to whether there is any probability of increased hospital accommodation, in addition of the Fever Hospital and present Male and Female Hospitals of the College, being afforded, such as attaching an Eye Infirmary or Vaccine Establishment to the institution, in which they would be of the greatest importance in every point of view, the great and almost only radical defect at present existing, being inadequacy of clinical means of instruction to an extent which is productive of much injury to the cause of medical education.'" As appears from this statement, the erection of the proposed Fever Hospital has been hitherto delayed; and delayed chiefly, as we are given to understand, by the general proposal of removing the College itself. Should this be found impracticable, the Council express their earnest hope and trust, in which we heartily join them, that" the extension of the Institution in its present position and building of the Fever Hospital will be sanctioned by the Government at an early period." This brief notice of the Report we conclude by commending it to the attention of all who are interested in the success of the College. And what friend of native improvement, we may well ask, is not interested therein? The Report itself is drawn up with all the neatness, distinctness and accuracy which ever characterize the productions of its indefatigable author-Dr. Mouat. Mrs. Cameron's Leonora-Translated from the German of Burger. SOME of the present generation may be old enough to remember the time when the public mind had been thoroughly satiated with the unchanging heroics of Pope's school, but had not yet admitted the "fatal facility" of the Octo-syllabic verse; when the Giaour was yet undreamt of and the Lay unwritten. It was then, that is about the close of the last century, that any change from the uniform regularity of the so-called Augustan age, any ballad however trifling, was eagerly welcomed as a relief. Lays such as Mickle's Cumnor Hall, imitations from the German by M. Lewis, and other fugitive pieces published in the Tales of Wonder, were greedily caught up and devoured, and amongst the rest, but pre-eminent amongst them all, the "Lenore" of Burger first attracted the notice of Mr. Spencer and of William Taylor of Norwich, and was soon after given to the world in the well-known "William and Helen" of Scott. It is a ballad of such old standing and of almost universal acceptation that we are now called on to notice: one familiar to all readers, if not in the original, yet in some one of its numerous imitations, and one which as a tale of love and terror has perhaps never been surpassed. It is but little to say that the translation before us fulfils the expectations created by the perusal of its unassuming preface, or that it is a spirited and yet accurate transcript of Burger. We have read that by William Taylor, we have read Scott's (Spencer's we were never fortunate enough to obtain a glance at) we have read some dozen of Leonoras by private hands, and circulated "only for private inspection," but it is no flattery to say that of all we prefer Mrs. Cameron's. Those whom a translation interests in the same way as any other piece of poetry, and those who take delight in tracing its fidelity to the original-will here find their criticisms disarmed. Those who know German will please themselves in comparing stanza with stanza, and those who are unacquainted with that language which the Emperor Charles the Fifth would have reserved for conversation with his horse, may surrender themselves unreservedly to the guidance of a faithful interpreter.The artist, too, has been called in to give to the airy creations of Burger a local habitation and a resting place. Under the hand of Maclise, shapes of feminine beauty and winged forms of terror, attend on the reader as he speeds over the same course with the coalblack steed, each illustration increasing in effect until the last. We would venture to linger a little on this story and point out several minute and well-conceived touches which entirely absolve it from the imputation of being an exaggerated mass of fiction, fit only to be classed with the hobgoblin tales of our nurseries. We say this because the ballad in Scott's hands has become an unearthly and supernatural tale from the beginning to the end, and it is Scott's version by which most readers will call it to mind. Scott could write nothing tame or unspirited. Whatever he handled, became instinct with his own living fire, but (we say it without the slightest disrespect to the mighty minstrel) he erred in the present instance from an ignorance of German, and as his verses professed to be imitations, he mistakes the purport of his author from the first and endeavours to make the reader forget that he is still treading earth, and dealing with realities. The famous verses Tramp, tramp, across the land they rode! are not in the original, as Mrs. Cameron truly remarks, and should have no business in Scott's version, unless we may suppose that he drew his ideas of Geography from Shakespeare and made Bohemia a maritime country. Now the main beauty of Burger's Tale consists in the exquisite mingling of the terrestrial and the unearthy. During all the ride the reader seems to be past the limits of the latter, when he is anon reminded that the heroine still belongs to the former. In the whole of the midnight race he yet feels the ties which connect him with this world spite of the dimly seen forms which haunt the riders, and it is only when the "freshening breeze of morn "is distinctly felt, that the catastrophe comes on, with rapid and giant strides, but yet not wholly unexpected, and the Demon Lover stands confessed in all the frightful reality of the grave. But we will now accompany the riders, and it will then be clearly seen that Burger's is no tale of grim and ghastly horrors but a highly wrought and exquisitely blent story, beyond the boundaries of the natural or the possible, but still far removed from the gross and mis-shapen exaggerations, by which fiction is wont to tresspass on the indulgence of her readers. But There is peace between the emperor and the king of Prussia, Frederic the great, after the battle of Prague, and each returning soldier greets and is greeted by the fond familiar faces he had left behind him at home. Here we may remark that Burger has been severely censured for dating his dark tale of superstition at the then comparatively recent period of the seven years' war, and Scott wishing to avoid the seeming error makes his warriors return from Paynim battles and slaughtered Saracens, thus going back to the period of the Crusades. without stopping to discuss the validity of the objection raised, we may remark that if we are correct in supposing Burger to aim at uniting the natural and super-natural, the every day life and the horrors of the tomb, he could not have done better than fix his story at a modern epoch. It was surely his object to lead the Reader on by degrees, to lull him into security by the mention of historical events of which living men might have been eye-witnesses, and then by a gradual and not infelicitous transition, unclose to his astonished eyes the portals of the grave. However this may be, Leonora the heroine of the tale gazes in vain on the merry crowd, asks from all to no purpose, and unable to gain any tidings of the death or safety of her lover, sinks on the earth in all the wildness of despair. We then see the struggles of the female heart, which refuses to be comforted even by the affection of a parent, admirably depicted both in the original and in the translation. But when the stars are lit up in the heaven, a noise of horse's hoof is heard at the door, and the deceitful words of the Demon Lover reach the expectant ears of Leonora. We may remark that the visitant seems precluded from announcing himself as her betrothed husband: he merely asks if he will meet with remembrance or forgetfulness. But her all-confiding love will not brook delay or doubt, and in spite of the whistling wind and the prospect of a hundred miles ride, she springs on the raven steed, and impelled by an irresistible influence, they commence the famous moonlight ride. As yet all has been in perfect keeping with a plain tale of earth: the supernatural part now gradually begins. A hearse and bier are seen moving along in slow and solemn progression, while the priest is chanting the requiem for the dead. At a command from the horseman, the chant is hushed, the corpse vanishes, and the funeral train are heard straining and panting in the rear. But a ghastlier sight now appears. Round a gibbetted felon an “ airy crew" of witches are holding their revels and the horseman must compel them also to join in the race. Here we may point out a curious mistake of Scott's. Taking the German word Gesindel to mean “a criminal," and not "a rabble," he brings down the felon himself, who was or ought to have been effectually "chained up," and makes him "prance a fetter dance," as they move on to their bridal chamber. We need hardly say that in the present instance this mistake is rectified, and that the ghosts and not the murderer descend like "gust in hazelbush" (a simile quite unapplicable to rattling fetters while "The horse Snorting pursues his fiery course With showers of sparks the shattered flint Faster than steam engine, they fly onwards, and as the plot thickens, the constant mention of the dead awakens Leonora's apprehension, but fails to chill her love, while the spectre prepares to vanish at cock crow, in obedience to the immutable law of all well-conducted apparitions. With slackened rein, the courser charges an iron gate: its bolts and bars are rent with a thunder crash, and the transformation from the knight clothed in armour to the fleshless skeleton, is complete in an instant. His spurs and mail give way to the scythe and hour-glass, his comely appearance is succeeded by the bare skull and eyeless sockets, the horse breathing his charnel fires vanishes in the ground, and Leonora is left hanging" betwixt death and life." The last scene is grand and does not want its nicely concealed moral. Leonora pays the penalty of her deep, confiding, idolatrous love-of that love which separation and neglect had failed to extinguish,-which had framed in its vehemence the fearful wish expressed in Stanza 22. The body and soul are parted, but the ghosts move round her lifeless form in circle, and while in the poetry of Burger and in the pencil of Maclise their appearance adds to the horror of the sentence, they give utterance to the comforting tones of mercy in the last dark passage. Endure, endure, though break the heart, Yet judge not God's decree, Thy body from thy soul doth part, O! may God pardon thee! The authoress will excuse us for having given our attention more to the tale itself, than to the translation. We have striven to let Burger "tell his own tale" and to speak in his own phrase, and it would perhaps be hard to select from a poem where every thing is deserving of praise, or impertinent to point out beauties which all can appreciate for themselves. But it would be unpardonable neglect if we had not noticed a production which has deservedly attracted the favourable criticism of all the English papers, and which we are only too glad to claim as the offspring of the hot and glaring City of Palaces. SANDERS, CONES, AND CO., TYPS., NO. 8, MISSION ROW. MISCELLANEOUS NOTICES. The Journal of the Indian Archipelago and Eastern Asia. No. I. July, and No. II. August, 1847. Singapore: Printed at the Mission Press. WE lose no time in directing attention to this new periodical, which promises to supply what has long been felt to be a grand desideratum in our Oriental Literature. India is now tolerably well provided for, with appropriate repositories for the record of observation and research in every leading department, literary and scientific, statistical and economic, political and religious. But the Eastern India Peninsula, with its magnificent retinue of Islands, has hitherto been treated with unmerited neglect―being very much abandoned to the casual and hasty remarks of the passing traveller, or to the chance of an occasional volume from the pens of such really qualified observers as Marsden, Crawfurd and Raffles. But a continuous systematic effort to bring to the view of the English reader the vast variety of objects of interest in a region teeming with the richest materials, in the form of a regular periodical, devoted exclusively to Eastern India and Archipelagic Research, has not till recently been attempted. In this respect the Dutch have greatly got the start of Besides many former labours, about a year ago, the learned Dutchman, Dr. W. R. Van Hoëvéll, commenced a periodical in the Dutch language, entitled "Tijschrift ter bevordering van Christelijken Zin in Neerland's Indie, &c." But, being in a foreign language, so little studied as the Dutch, it is for the most part inaccessible to English readers. Its plan is in many respects comprehensive, and its execution praiseworthy in the highest degree. As in due time, however, we expect to bestow upon it a more worthy notice, we shall at once pass on to its new cotemporary and friendly co-adjutor in the comparatively unoccupied field of Physical Geography and Natural History, with the kindred domains of Literature, Science, and the Arts, Agriculture, Manufactures and Commerce-" The Journal of the Indian Archipelago." us. This Journal has started under the fairest auspices; and as our earnest wish is for its unbounded success, we shall present our readers with the entire original prospectus, in which the object of the proposed Journal is fully and distinctly unfolded :-- OBJECT OF THE PROPOSED JOURNAL. "The attention which, for some time past, has been attracted to the Indian Archipelago, and its recent approximation to Europe by the establishment of steam communication, encourage the hope that the time has now arrived when a Journal devoted to this region may meet with readers. After the period when the writings of Mr. Marsden, Sir T. S. Raffles and Mr. Crawfurd first systematically brought the light of European observation and science to bear upon some portions of it, the Archipelago only at intervals awakened the interest of the English public, and, so far as they were a |