that wealth, freed from the barriers which now hinder its circulation,
would be distributed freely throughout society. Intellectual property
would be seriously guaranteed, and would enrich the men of genius, whose
inventions and discoveries are now profitable, not to the authors, but to
the capitalists who take advantage of them. By this means an important
element of revolutions will be removed. The author proposes, that in
order to prevent all suffering, a civil list shall be set apart for the
people, who will be the king. This civil list is to be composed of a tax
of one per cent., levied on all who have property in favor of those who
have nothing. But, says he, let no one imagine that all would be
dissolution and ruin in this system, without law or government. Crimes
and offenses will be tried by juries, that is to say, by a living code.
Property will no longer be seizable for debt, and the courts will become
useless. Everybody shall have the absolute right to buy land by paying
its possessor ten per cent, on its value: this is to give a chance for
carrying on all sorts of grand public enterprises without trouble from
the proprietors of little pieces of land. It may perhaps be doubted,
whether the "Reign of Capacity" has exhibited any astonishing endowments
in that respect.

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THACKERAY, in _Pendennis_, has given offense, it appears, to some of the
gensd'armes of the Press, by his satirical sketches of the literary
profession. Those whose withers are unwrung will admit the truth of many
pages and laugh at the caricature in the rest. In the last number of the
_North British Review_ is a clever article upon the subject, written with
good temper and good sense. Hitherto publishers have been ridiculed and
declaimed against as "tyrants" and "tradesmen,"--made to bear the onus of
"poetical" improvidence, and to sustain the weight of a crime which no
author can pardon--the rejection of manuscripts. The _authors_ have
painted the portraits of publishers; but an ancient fable suggests that
if the _lion_ had painted a certain picture, it would not have been a
lion we should see biting the dust.

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M. DE LUYNES is now engaged at Paris in publishing a work on the
antiquities of Cyprus. He has discovered a number of inscriptions
in ancient Cyprian writing, and is having them engraved on copper. The
writing is that which preceded the introduction of