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Written in minute characters in imitation of print, this tiny book is the December 1829 issue of Blackwood’s Young Men’s Magazine which Charlotte Brontë and her brother Branwell produced when they were teenagers. The initials 'U T' found in the index signify Us Two, i.e. Charlotte and Branwell.

Like others in the series, this miniature magazine is hand-sewn with brown sugar-paper covers. It is the last of six issues from the siblings' magazine series, with the first issued for August 1829. Between August and December 1830 Charlotte renewed a second magazine series under the adapted title, The Young Men's Magazine.

Containing prose fiction and poetry, the Blackwood’s Young Men’s Magazines were created for the fictional Glass Town Federation. The four Brontë children were inspired to create the fictional kingdoms and characters after Branwell was given a box of 12 toy soldiers by his father shortly before his ninth birthday. Each issue contains lists of contents and carries advertisements just like the real books and magazines that they were inspired by, such as Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine.

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    DECEMBER CB 1329
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    Review of The Cheif Geni in
    Council by Edward De Lisle
    It is now ^ many years since any painting of great
    merit has appeared, if we accept the
    Spirit of Cawden by George Dundee
    which we reviewed in our number
    for September, the one which is the
    Subject of our present article almost
    atones ^ however by its excellence for the medioc-
    rity of those which have preceeded it.
    Indeed the City of Might (as the Glass
    town is called by that admirable novelist
    Captain Tree) appears to be much-
    more famous for writers of eminenc[e]
    than for painters of eminence for the
    only pai Artists of eminence ^ merit in the pres-
    ent time are Dundee & De Lisle but these
    are of superlative excellence & their-
    glorious works will live from generation
    to generation yea for thousands of years
    if this sublunary system so long ^ should last after
    the stiff unatural coulerless portraits of
    the French limners (we do not mean Le-
    Brun & Vernet & co) are dead buried & for-
    gotten together with the miserable be-
    ings they represent. But if we recollect
    rightly we sat down to review the

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    individual painting of the Cheif Geni in
    council & not to write a general and
    voluminous treatise on all the great &
    little Artist who now flourish or decay
    so heres to begin. The painting above
    referred to is of x large almost gigantic
    dimensions & none the worse ^I say for that
    as xx gazing at small & exquisetly-
    finished picture is apt to ruin ones eye-
    sight the Geni are seated upon throne[s]
    of pure and massive gold in the midst o[f]
    an immense hall surrounded by pillars
    of fine & brilliant diamond the paveme[nt]
    sparkles with ameythst jasper & saphi[res]
    a large & cloudlike canopy hangs over
    the heads of the geni all studded with
    bright rubies from which a red clear
    light streams irradiating all aroun[d]
    with its burning glow & forming
    a fine contrast to the mild flood of
    glory which pours from the magnif-
    [i]scent emirald dom[e] & invests every
    thing with a solemn shadowy grand[-]
    eur that ^ which reminds you that you
    are gazing on the production of a
    mighty imagination in the centre
    hangs a sunlike lamp & you

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    can hardly bring yourself to
    beleive that is not a realyty when
    you see the bright glittering & flash-
    ing of the precious gems occasioned
    by the glorious reflections of this
    mighty lamp. Over the great
    entrance a very black cloud is
    hovering under which however
    a wide expanse of fairy landscape
    is visible & it is a releif to turn -
    from the contemplation of the in-
    tense & fearful splendour of the hall
    to view the visionary beauty of the
    this scene this land of the rose & the
    myrtle tree all adorned with smil-
    ling plains & crystal lakes in which
    the white water lilys floats & the
    flowering reed grows statelily on its
    gree[n] banks among vines & ^ sweet white
    blossomed Laurel trees while gen-
    tle hills rise in the distance over
    which a softened haze is floating
    like the light shed from a company
    spirits winging their way through
    the silent air as they come from
    afar to dwell in palaces of the king in ^ from the days when poems of mortal
    glory. The whole sat in fair & behind the
    land is sleeping beneathx the light

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    of a full clear moon shining from
    with in the midst ^ of an unclouded
    heaven. But we must conclude with
    saying that it is a glorious picture
    C Brontë December 1229

    HARVEST IN SPAIN
    Now all is joy & gladness, the ripe
    fruits
    Of autumn hang on every orchard bough
    The living gold of harvest waves around
    The festounes there empurpled with
    the grape
    Weighted to the ground by clusters
    Txxx ^ rich & bright
    As precious amathyst, gives prom-
    ise fair
    Of future plenty, While the almond ^ twig
    Springs gracefully from out the verde
    earth
    Crowned with its em’rald leaves its
    pleasant fruit
    and waveing in the pleasant ^ gentle fragrant ^ breeze
    Which sweeps o’er orange groves vin-
    ery rich bowers
    & plays in Olive woods drinking the ^ dew
    Which falls up ^ like crystal on their tufted leaves
    fall by Luxuriant foliage from the
    ^ beam of the great glorious sun which shines
    on high
    In bright & burning strength casting ^ its rays.
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    to the far corners of the mighty world ^ land
    enlightning & illuminating all
    making it glow with beauty and -
    with joy
    x raising the songs of gladness and
    of praise
    To God the father & the king of all
    Drumtier 9 March UT 1829

    The Swiss Artist Continued

    Soon after the arrival of Alexander in
    Paris the Conte de Lausanne asked
    him one morning “if he should like
    to see the great Louvre gallerry” to
    this he eagerly replied that nothing -
    would please him more! according-
    ly they both set out that same after-
    noon. When they arrived there -
    Alexander was at first so struck by
    the multitude of beautiful statues
    and pictures which surrounded him
    that he could not utter one word, but
    at length recovering in some meas-
    ure he proceeded to examine each in
    detail there the vigorus sterness of
    Michael Angelo, the grace & beauty of
    Raphael & the glorious colouring of Titian
    ^ together with the exquisite finish of Leonardo da Vinci
    the living portraits of Vandyke & the sacred
    sublimity of Fra Bartolomo all burst
    upon him in grand & ^ such continued sucesssion
    that at lenght he exclaimed almost in
    the langauge of Shakespeare Merchant

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    of Venice “These are not men but
    ^ demi- Gods who have imitated the magnif-
    icence of nature so truly” When he
    returned to the house of his patron he im-
    ediately commenced a picture the subject
    of which was a cene in the Tyrolese A[lps]
    in the course of about a fortnight it
    was finished & then having placed it in the
    proper light he called the count to view it
    the foreground represented a company
    of hunters attired in the pictuesque garb
    of the Txxx Tyrol reposing beneath the
    shade of a group of young chesnut trees
    on the hunters a breadth of glorious ^ Stunin[g]
    light was visible cast from a bright &
    brilliant sunset horizon on which a few
    clouds purple clouds eged with gold were
    floating while higher up in the heavens
    the lustre of the clouds was softend into a
    pearly hue forming a fine contrast to the
    intense ruby light which glowed in the
    western sky the rich local tints on the
    young chesnuts which stood in deep
    shadow strongly resembled those of
    Titan in his martyr saint and the
    highx mountains which rose in the
    distance partly glittering with ice &
    partly blackend by huge forests of
    pine wood stood forth in grand releif
    from a sky of clear & silvery azure
    the Conte stood for some time gazing
    in wrapt & silent astonishment at this
    admirable ^ beautiful performance of his young

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    prot[e]gé who watched his countenance with
    with intense and earnest anxiety. at length
    the Comte broke silence by expressing his
    admiration in of the picture in warm &
    xxxxxxxxx ^ enthusiastic terms saying at the same time
    that he would be a honour to the country
    who owned him & that in future ages his
    name his name should be classed with
    those of the greatest masters of antiquity
    Some time after this occurrence and -
    while Alexandre was engaged in painting
    the portrait of a nobleman of the city
    of Paris the Comte entered his apartment
    with a letter in his hand having sat down
    he informed him that the letter came
    from a freind of his in Italy & contained
    an earnest wish that he would visit that
    fine country this wish the Comte added
    he intended to comply with & if Alex-
    ander chose he would take him along
    with him. Alexander instantly gave a joy-
    ful consent expressing at the same time
    his sincere thank[s] & fervent gratitude to
    his kind & generous benefactor for thus
    offering him another opportunity to
    for improving his knowledge in the fine
    arts. In a few days every thing was
    prepared & the[y] accordingly set upon
    their journey it would be tedious to

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    follow them through all the particulars
    suffice it to say that after visiting to
    Florence Genoa Milan Venice the lake of
    Gavos & to the palace of the Medici in
    Fiesole &c &c they at length arrived at
    Rome the Eternal city once imperial
    mistress of all the known world but
    now a mass of gorgeous & magnificent
    ruins domes pillars palaces temples
    aqueducts fountains & statues all min-
    gling together in strange & wild contagion
    & situated in the midst of a barren &
    desolate campagna, made desolate by ^ the
    pestile[n]tial mal-aria whose noisesom
    destructife hath laid waste a pleasant
    & fruitful land. here they resided about
    a year & then after having seen & ex-
    amined the whole wilderness of ruins
    they returned to Paris. But my story
    is becoming very long & I must hasten
    to the conclusion. 16 summers had roll-
    ed away & Alexander de Valinca was
    now a wealthy & far famed Artist ^ but he
    longed to ^ return to his parents once more & to
    revisit the scenes of his early youth
    at length his determination was
    fixed & after informing the Comte of it
    he set off the next day. It was early

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    on a fine autumnal night when he
    gained the summit of a steep rock
    on which his native hut was built
    the full round harvest moon with
    was inxxx ^ shone with intense brilliancy
    in the midst of a sky of unclouded
    lustre & the solemn stars looked on
    all beneath in still adxxness ^ ness & serenity
    which lent a character of sacred awe
    that to the whole scene that forcibly
    touched the heart of de Valence & for a
    time subdued his glad & joyous anticipation
    into a quiet calm happiness but when
    he at length sprang over the thr[e]sh-
    hold of his fathe[r]s hut the full tide of
    his enthusiasm reburned again but
    O what gladness was in the hearts of
    his venerable parents when they
    once more embraced their beloved
    son now risen to fame & riches & found
    that in the midst of his prosperity
    he had not forgotten them But now
    I must soon leave off Alexander his
    parents & his patron lived many
    long years after this in the
    fear of God & the love of their
    neigbours full of peace & happiness
    Captain Tell Dec[ember] 1329

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    CONVERSATIONS night
    CAPTAIN Tree Captain Bud Marquis
    of Duro & Lord Charles Wellesley

    CAPTAIN BUD
    Well this has been a right snowing
    blowing winters day.

    Marquis of Duro
    O I like such weather when the snow
    is drifted up into great carling wreaths
    like a garland of lillis woven for the
    coffin of a giant or to crown his head with
    when he is wrapped in his shroud when
    the crystal icicles are hanging from the eaves
    of the houses & the bushy evergreens are
    all spangled with snow flakes as if ‘twas
    spring & they were flourishing in full
    blossom -

    Lord Charles Wellesley
    When all the old women traverse the
    streets in great woollen cloaks & clack-
    ing inn pattons. When apothecarys are
    seen rushing about with gargles & tinc-
    tures & washes for sprained ancles chil-
    blains & frost bitten noses. when you
    can hardly feel your hands & feet for
    the cold & are forced to stand shuddering
    over the fire on pain of being petri-
    fied by the frost how pleasant that is
    Arthur?

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    CAPTAIN Tree (laughing
    That will do. Lord Charles but do you
    dislike wintter ^ spring as much as you dislike
    spri winter

    Lord C Wellesley
    nearly, Only consider of the frosty
    nights & windy showery uncertain days
    when you cant stir abroad without an
    umbrella in your hand & perhaps if you
    unfurl it you are in danger ^ of being lifted over the tops
    ^ of the houses or perhaps if you are going you may be
    going over a bridge & in that case nothing
    but death stares you in the face. Ooh sum-
    mer & autumn for me.

    Marquess of Duro
    yes yes I like summer, corn feilds green
    as xx emeralds trees with the foliage thick
    and dark ^ in fell woods frowning in shadowy grand[eur]
    all the gardens flowering & blooming & cast-
    ing a sweet fragrant smell as you pass by
    their high ample walls & covered with fruit
    trees on which the ripe summer or the
    ripening autum fruits are hanging
    in rich & gem like clusters

    CAPTAIN Tree
    Now lord Charles what do you say to His ^ honor

    Lord C Wellesley
    the pleasantest season of the year. Up
    you get at break of day & off x with your
    gun & dog grey hound through the fields
    all hoary with frost in the cool crispness
    of an October morning presently the

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    horizon becomes illuminated with a
    faint light which by degress grows
    brighter & brighter till it is of a glowing
    Grange & just & at length just as you
    are passing some pleasant rural farm
    house a stately chanticleer breaks out
    with a long clear ^ silver chime & the xxxxialls
    xxxxxxxx ^ suddenly the thin veil of gray mists
    is rent apa assunder & the glorious
    round sun raises appears in majestic
    splendour over the tops of the high blue
    hills that are dimly seen in the distance ^ among rolling clouds of
    that are dimly seen among rolling
    clouds of vapour in the distance.

    Marquess of Duro
    Well done Charley. Now let us have a
    little politics. Captain B[ud] what do you think
    of the state of France

    Captain Bud
    I’ll tell you what young man the -
    French are naturally of a republican dis-
    position & they will not long bear a mon-
    archical much less an absolute govern-
    ment even if the head be their own be-
    loved Napoleon (who by the bye has late-
    ly shown himself of a very tyranical -
    dimeanour witness the execution of
    Talleyrand of Designates & of Marie
    Louisa) Bernadette is like wise going on
    in every stylish maner.

    Captain Tree

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    they say he’s lately got many acces-
    sions to the faction Du Mangeist
    that true I wonder?

    Captain Bud
    Perfectly so within the last three
    weeks no less than 4 thousand persons
    have sent in their adherence including
    Pigtail Skeleton and young Napoleon

    Young Marquess of Duro
    Young Napoleon is behaving in a manner
    not very becoming his high station

    CAPTAIN Tree
    It is only a week since he was taken be-
    fore a magistrate on the charge of stealing
    3 rings of the finger of a man under
    pretence of telling ^ him his fortune

    Lord Charles Wellesley
    the poor wretch is in danger of starving
    last night as I was standing by the fire
    of Tally’s Inn a knocking was heard at
    the door somebody opened it & young
    Napoleon entred. Tally asked him
    what he wanted he replied that he
    was come a begging & then walked up
    to me I ask said how do you do prince he
    answered that he was very poor & hun-
    gry & his pale haggard countenance
    continued the truth of what he said
    I imediately gave him a guinea & he
    went away a short time after he
    was gone I had occasion to look what

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    o’clock it was but behold my watch had
    xxxxshed vanished & this morning it was
    found in his possesion

    Captain Bud
    What a rogue. but now young men
    let us have a song (^ aside Lord C[harles] shall we)
    Marquis (I dont mind except that I’ll
    not sing) L[ord] C[harles] (well we[’]ll recite then
    L[ord] C[harles] what shall be the subject Bud
    Bud, England (Marquis of D[ouro] & Lord C[harles] W[ellesley])

    Merry England, land of glory
    xxxxxx plenty[‘]l on thee fall
    may joy dwell on thy castles hoary
    gladness in each ancient hall

    might be on thy stately towers
    beauty in thy peasent ^each belle
    in thy blossomed vernal bowers
    may peace ever dwell

    When wars trumpet fierce is sounding
    Britans xxx lion roars
    O[’]er the mighty waters bounding
    Onward xxxxxx slopes ^ to xxxxxxx
    to The foes dark shores

    When in battle he stands warlike
    And his metior sword
    Gleams amid the fight more starlike
    Round him blood is poured

    Till his mane is red & gory
    And his flashing eye

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    As he springs to future glory

    [_s] of crimson dye
    [G]lory when victory hath assuaged him
    Of his thirst for blood
    Neath his oaktree he hath laid him
    While around the flood

    Of the raging mighty ocean
    Guards his own fair land
    [St]anding mid the wild commotion
    All serene and grand

    Marequis of Duro & lord C[harles] Wellesley
    Now will that do (the curtain falls ^ amidst loud cheering

    CONTENTS
    Rewiew of the Cheif Genni in council - I
    Harvest In Spain - II
    Swiss Artist concluded - III
    Conversations - IV
    Contents - V
    Advertisements - VI
    _____________________________________
    December 1329 Number II
    We have been oblige to have 2 num-
    bers this month

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    ADVERTISEMENTS

    GRAND DISCOVERY !!!!

    CAPTAIN Brainless has lately dis-
    covered a method by which men
    may get rid of their money.
    ___________________________

    TO BE SOLD the worth of
    THREE half pence & a penny
    ___________________________

    TO BE SEEN A SIGHT
    ___________________________

    Any gentleman who is tired
    of his life may learn a very
    fansy way to make off with
    it by applying to Colonel Sup
    __________________________

    YOUNG Man Naughty
    Will instruct 6
    pupils in the elegant
    art of assasination

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    A General index to the
    MAGAZINES
    ____________________________________
    A True story 1
    Causes of the late war 2
    A Song by UT 3
    Conversations 4
    A True story 5
    The Spirit of Cawdor 6
    Interior of the pothouse 7
    The Glass town A song UT 8
    The Silver Cup 9
    the Statue Heart by BT 10
    Conversations 11
    Scene on the Great bridge 12
    Song of the Ancient Britons by UT 13
    A scene In my Inn 14
    An American tale 15
    On seeing the garden of aleorius
    by UT 16
    the boy of the Glass T UV 17
    the Swiss Artist 18
    On the transfer of this Mag[-]
    azine by UT 19
    On the same by UT 20

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    The Cheif Geni in Council 21
    Harvest in Spain by UT 22
    The Swiss Artist 23
    Conversations 24
    __________________________________________

    We now Take leave of
    Our readers witxxxxx

    CHARLOTTE
    BRONTE