5 FEBRUARY 1831, Page 18

We have received a splendid little book, bound in crimson

silk, entitled the Royal Register. It was some time before we could exactly make out what this calendar meant to chronicle : we at length made it out to be a regular Royal Family book. It is a complete nest of legitimates ; and contains an enumeration of all the crowned heads of the world, their ages, their children, and every thing else that nobody now-a-days cares to know. It is just the sort of book a mediatized German prince would like to read every day half an hour before dinner. Beside this calendar of royalty, we observe several other little works lying before us, which demand our opinion of their merits. Next week we promise them a hearing.