the House of Commons, Roebuck is a
host in himself,--is his own party, and leads it. His occasional
popularity in his own country is due to the fact, that, in his own
character, he, to a certain extent, represents and crystallizes a few of
the good and many of the bad qualities of Englishmen. He has their
courage and audacity, their independence and pride, their generally
defiant front to the rest of the world; but he is also vain, obstinate,
bigoted, prejudiced, narrow in his views, and boastful in his language.
His vulgar swagger, for instance, about the navy sweeping the seas,
would have been condemned here, if it had been addressed by the most
violent of demagogues to the most ignorant of Irish mobs.

We have heard him speak in the House of Commons in his palmier days,
before he was as decrepit in mind as he is in body. He had great
fluency, some power of invective, and a vast stock of assurance. We
listened to him upon one occasion, when, without the slightest
provocation, he used the most undignified personalities to the late Sir
Robert Peel,--to which Sir Robert, very wisely, never replied.

We cannot say that we feel any profound interest as to his future. He
has compared himself to a dog,--but, on behalf of that faithful and
valued companion of man, we protest against the similitude. He has the
kind of pugnacity which prompts a cur or a puppy to attack a
Newfoundland or a mastiff. He has not the fidelity and many other good
qualities of the canine race. At any rate, he has become a mischievous
dog,--and a dull dog,--and will soon be a "sad dog."

We would venture to suggest, that he should at once be raised to the
peerage, under the title of Baron Tear-'em. He might then aid the good
cause of the slave-mongers of the South, and act in unison with that
just, generous, moral, and virtuous nobleman, the Marquis of
Clanricarde.

We ought to apologize to our readers for so lengthy an account of so
undeserving a person,--but, at any rate, they ought by this time to know
"Who is Roebuck?"

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.

_Six Months in the Federal States_. By EDWARD DICEY. In Two Volumes.
London and Cambridge: Macmillan & Co.

This is a very _gentlemanly_ book. Whatever excellence of commendation
belongs to the adjective we have Italicized must be awarded to Mr.
Dicey. And it is ill-adapted to the manufactures of most British
tourists who have preceded him. For, to make no mention of the vulgar
buffooneries