to itself, ought always to be suspected. But here the remedy is neither equal to the disease nor approved. For, though the Logic in use may be properly applied in civil affairs, and the arts that are founded in discourse and opinion; yet it by no means reaches the subtilty of nature." In other words, keep logic within its proper province; restrict it to the ratiocinative processes connected with all the mental, moral and economic sciences;-and its application will be legitimate, and the advantages thence accruing solid and lasting. But, extend it beyond its proper province; apply it to the investigation of nature and the improvement of the physical sciences; and it will soon be found incommensurate and inept. In this latter department the logic of induction is the only logic that can prove adequate or

successful.

That the Students of the Hindu College should be disciplined by the varied exercises of a sound and manly logic, is a consummation which must be cordially hailed by every friend of native improvement. Such a course, vigorously and systematically pursued, would tend to put to flight those incoherencies and crudities which they are so often apt to mistake for argument and consecutive reasoning. More particularly, if brought to bear on the enormous family of selfblending prejudices, or the "idols" of Lord Bacon, so as effectually to expose and demolish them, the way would be nobly prepared for the triumph of humility over inflated self-conceit, of sober sense over effrontery and pedantry, of soul-elevating truth over soul-destroying

error.

Up the Red Sea and down the Nile, in 1839. London, 1841. WE are indebted to the author of this unpretending little volume for a couple of hours' very pleasant reading. We notice it chiefly with the view of guarding our readers against the mistake, into which from its title they might probably fall, of confounding it with those "guide-books for the overland route," which have little or no interest for any but those who are either about to proceed upon, or those who have just accomplished, that route. The author,-who gives us no other clue to his designation than by speaking of his wife as Mrs. C., and by occasionally using somewhat technical language when speaking on medical subjects-but whom we understand to be a highly respected member of the Bengal Medical Service,-encountered very different scenes from those that may be calculated on by the passengers of the Precursor, the Bentinck, or the Haddington. He left Bombay on board of an Arab Ship carrying British colors. The skipper thereof, though disposed to talk large when the ship could take care of herself, was perfectly incompetent to conduct her through a difficult and dangerous navigation. He durst not stand out to sea where there was sea into which to stand, and in many parts . of his voyage there was no sea-room. The consequence of course was, that he was perpetually among, and repeatedly upon, rocks and

shoals, getting into anchorages by some indescribable means, and not able to get out of them " no way." It will be at once seen that the details of such a voyage must be as different from those of one of the trips of the steamers of which we are so justly proud, as the pilgrimage of Jeanie Deans was different from that of the denizen of the Modern Athens of 1839, who hurries over his breakfast in Moray Place, that he may be in time for his engagement to dinner in Belgrave Square.

Dr. C. saw as much of life in the course of his trip as might have well furnished the materials for a large book; and we mistake greatly if he would not have made a very interesting one out of his materials. But in the little volume before us he confines himself to mere jottings copied verbatim from entries made in his note-book at the time. We wish he had not been quite so brief, as we are sure that having seen so much of the world as he has, having both the eye to see what is before him and the mind to feel and analyse it, he would have produced a book both pleasing and valuable. As it is, he has our thanks for what he has done.

We cannot do better than present a specimen selected at random :

"Another effort to reach the port in view, with the wind light and fair; but, at the critical moment of passing through the narrow passage which forms the only egress from our "Mill pond"-the reef on either side within a ship's length-the bright coral shining through the pale green water underneath; it suddenly became a perfect calm! One small boat was sent a-head with a rope attached to the bow of our heavy, unmanageable vessel, in the hope of rendering some slight assistance. The breathless suspense with which the next few minutes were passed, can be imagined only by per sons placed in situations somewhat similar. Almost imperceptibly, the ship at length moved on. And, this difficulty past, "Yumbu," as the town is called, was steadily approached. The aspect of this place-about forty miles from "Medina"-is less inviting on a nearer view. The buildings are constructed of madrepore and other corallines, and consist of low flat-roofed places, in the midst of which, close to the water's edge, stands the Governor's house, distinguished above all others by an upper story. Walls, greatly dilapidated in some places surround the town; from the centre of which, a minaret rises in the humblest style of architecture. Some squat-looking windmills with eight sails, give a singular effect to the aspect.

The harbour, once attained, must be very secure. It is approached through an inlet nearly a mile in length, with an extended sheet of green translucent water spreading out on either side. This smooth flat rock is covered by the sea a foot or two in depth, for a considerable distance, and it is from the bright sun gleaming over the even surface of white coral, thinly overspread with water, that hues so exceedingly beautiful are produced. A picturesque range of mountains terminates the distant landscape. The native vessels in great numbers lie close under the walls of the town, and our ship is anchored near them."

The exhaustion of our space compels us to stop. We must not, however, omit to mention, as a pleasing feature in the book, the constant reference that is made to the providential care of Him who watches over the falling sparrow and hears the cry of the raven's brood, and who "keepeth the bones of his people, that not one of them is broken."

Happy the man who sees a God employed
In all the good and ill that chequer life.

SANDERS, CONES AND CO., TYPS., NO. 7, MISSION ROW.