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This faith the Jewish nation guarded for long ages : at meration of species. The author, therefore, we consider times with the intelligence of a man who knows and entitled to the thanks of botanists in general, and more values his treasures, at times with the blind instinct of a especially of the natives of the district comprehended dog, who jealously preserves the object of his watch, within his range, for having placed their “fairy flowers" merely because it is such, although he is unable to appre- on the fair page of history. ciate it. This faith, gradually more developed, and at last The use and advantage of having local Floras is great and perfected in our Saviour, has been transmitted to us ; and manifest ; and now that there is a considerable degree of atwell it is our part to maintain it. Its high and holy na- tention begun to be bestowed on that most interesting inture, if rightly apprehended, exercises a purifying and vestigation—the geographical distribution of plants--their humanizing influence on the whole character. It is the utility is doubly increased. How curious, for instance, is it only immovable pillar on which we can lay hold when to know, that in one part of the country where one set of whirled about in the convulsions of the moral world—the rocks occur, there also grow a set of plants very different only pole-star to which we can look up with hope when from those in a neighbouring district where the geological fainting beneath misfortune, or, worse still, beneath con distribution varies; and it is interesting, when this much

sciousness of aberrations from that high moral standard, is known, to trace the enquiry through any particular dis4 at which the still small voice prompts us to aim. Moral trict, and to find that some plants which grow plentifully * principles, amiable feelings, honourable spirit, all these on one kind of rock, cease to be found where that rock

are but part of ourselves, and may be overcome by the in- terminates, so that a small ravine or gully proves as effecsidious whisper of other emotions. Religion is held out tual a barrier to the further distribution of certain species to us from above, and affords an external and additional as if the wide ocean rolled between. Some good remarks support. It is a mast on which we, shipwrecked mari- connected with this subject are to be met with in the preners, may ride buoyantly over the waves. Innocence face to this Flora, which consists chiefly of an Essay on once lost, who can restore it? Honour once stained, who the Geology of Berwickshire, written by a friend of the shall wash out the spot ? He who trusts on them alone, author's. This is the first attempt, we are told, that has must sink in despondency, when he finds them inadequate been made to sketch the structure of the county; and to his support. But religion secures us against such de- there are few, if any, sketches of the kind so clear basement, by holding out a mean to regain our lost sta- and intelligible in its details, while the animation of its tion. “When I forget thee, oh, Jerusalem, may my style carries us, unwearied, through all the technicalities right hand forget her cunning !"

of descriptive geology. Many will consider it the most

valuable part of the work, and it speaks to the interests A Flora of Berwick-upon-Tweed. By George Johnston, the digging for coal on their estates.

of those proprietors who have, or may hereafter commence M.D. &c. Vol. I. Phænogamous Plants. burgh. Carfrae and Son. 1829.

The county of Berwick is divided naturally into two

great districts—the High, comprehending the subalpino We are told, in the preface to this work, that it was the districts of Lammermuir and Lauderdale and the Low, amusement of the leisure hours of its author,mbegun and containing the rich country called the Merse. Agreeably carried on as a relaxation to his more serious professional to this natural division, the geology of the county seems duties. Those only who are engaged in an arduous pro- also to assume, for the most part, only two grand features, fession, many of the details of which, to say the least, are consisting of two great rock formations, the transition somewhat disagreeable, can duly appreciate the delight and secondary—the former chiefly prevailing in the High, which a study like Botany is calculated to produce in the and the latter predominating in the Low, districts. The minds of those who cultivate it for its own sake. And chief rocks of the transition class occurring throughout sure we are that we may with perfect safety say to Dr the high districts seem to be the grey wacké and the grey Johnston, in the words of an eminent botanist, whose wacké slate, except at St Abb's Head and the shore from example and instructions have made many turn to this thence to Ey h; while the secondary formation coninteresting science, that in his pursuit of this study, sists almost entirely of the new red sandstone-in some “ whose pleasures spring up under our feet,” he must places the old red sandstone appearing and forming the have been plentifully“ rewarded with health and serene connecting link between the transition and secondary satisfaction.” For whether engaged in roaming along the rocks. The most interesting point, however, in the counbanks of the silver Tweed, which, from its rise to its fall, ty, is St Abb's Head, whether from its natural scenery, presents one bright continued line of classic lore, or wan or its geological structure. “Few parts of the kingdom," dering among the high rugged cliffs which render the says the writer, “ can exhibit a finer and more splendid coast of Berwickshire the delight and the terror of sea- piece of coast scenery than St Abb's, to him especially who men,—whether busy “exploring the damp recesses of the surveys it from the sea beneath, whether it be in the sumwoods," or the banks of some sweetly-secluded loch, or mer season, when in calmness and security he sails over ransacking the treasures of some sequestered glen, whose the peaceful and pellueid waters, amid gloomy caverns, melancholy gloom, a cause of undefined dread and terror rocky archways, and majestic cliffs, half shattered by the to ordinary mortals, becomes the source of unmixed plea- storm or lightning, and shooting up aloft their giant greatsure and admiration to the Botanist-in each and in all ness to the skies; or whether he visit it when the myof these situations, his enjoyment must have been great riads of sea-fowl are clothing the lofty cliffs, or darkening and unalloyed, while the beautiful flowers which strewed with their multitudes the noon-day sun, or filling all the his every step, appeared like “old acquaintances rising to surrounding echoes with their dissonant voices ; or whegreet him with their smiles.”

ther, when the elements of sea and sky are mingled togeWe hail with delight the appearance of such works as ther, and the waves are lashed up to foam, he sits securely the present, and already some works of the kind have ap on its mountain top, and eyes the maddening strife." The peared. In our own country, the botany of the neigh- Promontory itself is described as a huge insulated mass bourhood of Edinburgh has been fully examined and of trap-rocks, of which the principal are, trap-tuffa, made known; the Clyde has had its botanist ; and in the amygdaloid, and felspar porphyry, and is completely cut Philosophical Journal, the botany of a small district in off from the wide extent of high ground towards the west Aberdeenshire has been attempted. Till the present work by a deep valley. of Dr Johnston, however, no regular attempt has ever been It is in tracing the relation between this geological and made to describe the botanical treasures of our Borders, if geographical distribution of rocks and plants, that one of we except a Catalogue of Plants found in the neighbourhood the greatest sources of interest is opened up in the study of Berwick, by Mr Thompson, and which a comparison of botany. In turning to the Flora itself, we find nuwith the Flora will prove to be very defective in its enu merous examples :— Thus the Salvia verbenaca seems only

to occur on the new red sandstone formation ; the same dical uses of the most interesting plants are also pointed may be observed of the viola sierta—while the V. lutea out; and the graver and heavier details, the mere descripoccurs only on the transition series. The Carlina vulga- tions of the plants, are lightened and softened by a liberal ris, and the Inula dysenterica, seem to occur only on the recourse to many of our first poets,—for, to use a quotation new red sandstone, while the Potentilla verna only occurs of his own," he is continually coming upon some docuon the trap-rocks of Spindlestone hills. It may be obser- ment of poetry in the blossomed hawthorn, the daisy, the ved here also, that the Cnidium Silaus occurs most abun- cowslip, the primrose, or some other simple object that dantly on every road-side and field almost throughout has received a supernatural value from the Muse." the new red sandstone district of Berwickshire ; and that We conclude with again declaring our satisfaction at though so profuse in that quarter, it does not occur at all the appearance of this Flora ; and, being conversant with in the Edinburgh Flora, except sparingly near Oxenford most of the habitats mentioned in the book, we are per. Castle. Some very curious and unexpected localities we haps better able to appreciate the utility and advantages also find mentioned in this volume. The Scilla verna, to be derived from it. We look with impatience for the which seems almost exclusively confined to the west second volume, with which we expect to be equally pleacoast, here occurs in abundance at the eastern extremity sed as with the present; and, in the meantime, we would of the kingdom ; and a no less interesting locality, and say to each botanist who has perused this little volume, equally unexpected, is the station assigned for the Rho- and whose path lies in another part of the country," Go, diola rosea, a plant which previously was seldom or never and do thou likewise.” met with, except on Alpine rocks.

Dr Johnston has also in this work added several plants to the Scottish Flora. The Veronica filiformis he has as

London certained to be a native of Berwickshire; and though The Foreign Quarterly Review. No. VIII. this plant had been previously found in England by Messrs

Treuttel and Wurtz. August, 1829. Borrer and Forster, this is the first time it has found a

This is by far the best Number of this periodical that place in any botanical work in this country. The Eris- has yet appeared. In general talent, and diversified inphorum pubescens also he has found in abundance at Lamb- terest, it need not fear comparison with either of our erton toll, and in Lamberton muir--a plant which had not standard Reviews. It contains, inter alia, some interesta place in any British botany, till the last edition of the ing statistical details respecting southern Russia ; an able late Sir J. E. Smith's English Flora. The Luciola 80

statement of the moral features of the Roman Catholic detica occurs in the field below the Lamberton toll-never church in Germany ; a sketch of the system of letting before, we believe, found in Scotland. The Senecis tenui- land on the Continent, a subject intimately connected with folius has been casually mentioned in Jameson's Philoso- the condition of the peasantry; a well-written account of phical Journal, but this is the only botanical work in the rise and fall of the Templars ; a graphic, though ocwhich it has been described as a native of Scotland. The casionally desultory, narrative of Masaniello's revolution Mentha piperita occurs also wild in a rivulet below. Lamb- at Naples, from the pen of Sir Walter Scott; a biography erton Shields, which is mentioned as being the second of Mozart-the Shakspeare of music ; an impartial and wild station that has yet been found for this plant in full account of what has yet been done towards the deScotland. The Sisymbrium Iris, and the Picris echirides, ciphering of hieroglyphics, by our talented townsman Dr both grow about the pier-gate at Berwick ; and though Browne ; and spirited specimens of the poetry and rothey are within the liberties of the town, yet as they are

mance of France, Spain, and Italy. It will appear, thereon the north side of the Tweed, they almost deserve a fore, even from this brief outline of the contents, that the place in the Scottish Flora. It is curious they have ne Number embraces a wide field of interesting matter ;ver been found farther in the country than just across the historical and statistical notices of countries, times, and Tweed, there reaching apparently their most northern institutions, respecting which comparatively little is known boundaries. Our author has also attempted to establish-graphic sketches of individual character, from the fierce a new species of Melampyrum, the M. montanum. We are lunatic who wielded for a moment the destinies of Naafraid, however, that he has been too hasty in so doing ; ples, to him whose soul was all harmony like his compa and we may state, that having gathered specimens from sitions—views of the moral and physical condition of our the Doctor's own habitat, Cheviot hill, we cannot doubt Continental neighbours and a report of the state of those as to its being any thing else than a variety of one of the discoveries, which promise to bring clearly before us common species. Here, also, as we are upon the dis- Egypt, the land of gigantic dreams, the Delos, tossed on agreeable subject of finding fault, we may point out what tradition's waves, of the young Apollo Europe. The we believe to be a slight error into which he has fallen, lighter articles that are interspersed afford a pleasing re with regard to the Irish whin. This, we conceive, he is lief to the excited attention ; while the critical sketches perfectly correct in stating, upon the authority of Mr and literary notices convey a satisfactory idea of what Neill, to be the Uler stricta, a different species from ours.

has been doing during the last quarter among the ContiBut what is curious, this whin seems to be disagreeable nental literati. to cattle ; and it is the common species, the U. europeus, which grows in equal abundance with the other, that is used by many people in Ireland as a substitute for hay, Knight's Scroll Ornaments, designed for

the use of Silver in seasons of scarcity.

smiths, Chasers, Modellers, Die-Sinkers, Carvers, In his Flora, Dr J. has not contented himself with

Founders, fc. fc. To be completed in 12 Parts. giving a mere catalogue of the plants found in the dis

Part I. London. T. Griffiths. Edinburgh. A. trict to which he has confined himself, but has given de

Stewart. 1829. scriptions of each plant, many of them in full. He follows Smith in his arrangement and specific characters; We have already noticed, in the terms of approbation and in several of his genera, he even improves upon him, they deserved, Knight's “ Heraldic Illustrations," his many of his general remarks being very excellent. We “Book of Crests,” and his " Modern and Autique Gems.“ would point out the genus Erisphorum, as an example The Scroll Ornaments, of which he has now commenced of correctness and distinctness; while we must also do а со lete serie no less beautifully executed ; and it justice to his great labour and discrimination in the is difficult to say whether they reflect more credit on the genus Rosa, of which he has eight species—of the ge- designer or the engraver. The fancy of the one, and the nus Carex, of which he describes accurately 27—and burine of the other, have combined to produce an ele the genus Salix, of which 18 are described, and many of gant, and, we should think, highly useful work, in this them minutely characterized. The economical and ine- department of the fine arts.

The Library of Entertaining Knowledge. Vol. III.

Part I. The Pursuit of Knowledge under Difficulties, illustrated by Examples. London. Charles Knight. August, 1829.

This is the first half of an interesting and judiciously compiled volume, intended to enforce, upon all classes, the great and satisfactory truth, that, by perseverance and industry, united to a moderate share of natural abilities, the highest honours may be attained in almost every pursuit. The work cannot be too widely circulated, among the young in particular, whom it will inspire with the love of knowledge, and allure to its acquisition.

“ Gae hame, gae hame, my bonny boy,

An' glad your mother's ee,
I hae left anew to weep an' rue ;

Sae, there's nane maun weep for thee. “ An' take this to my father's ha',

An' tell him I maun speed ; There's fifty men in chase o' me,

An' a price upon my head. 6 An' bear this to Dunellie's towers,

Where my love Annie's gane ; It is a lock o' my brown bair

Girt with the diamond stane."

MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.

“ Dunellie, he has danghters five,

An' some o' them are fair ;
Sae, how will I ken thy true love

Amang sae mony there ?"
“ Ye'll ken her by the stately step,

As she gaes up the ha';
Ye'll ken her by the look o' love,

That peers out o'er them a'.
“ Ye'll ken her by the braid o' gowd,

That spreads o'er her ee-bree; Ye'll ken her by the red red cheek,

When ye name the name o' me. “ That cheek sou'd lain on this breast-bane,

Her bame sou'd been my ha';
Our tree is bow'd, our flower is dow'd,

Sir Arthur's an outlaw."

He sigh’d, and turn'd him right about,

Whare the sea lay braid and wide ; It's no to see his bonny boat,

But a watery cheek to hide.

UNPUBLISHED POEMS, BY HUGH AINSLIE, AUTHOR

OF “ THE ROVER OF LOCH-RYAN." When we reviewed Chambers's collection of Songs and Ballads, we gave, among other extracts from his volumes, the “ Rover of Loch-ryan;" and having been particularly struck with the spirit and originality of that song, we expressed a wish to know something more of its author. This wish has been subsequently gratified, and several papers have been placed in our hands, by which we have been enabled to form a more extended and accura te estimate of Ainslie's genius. We are induced now to notice his writings, because we are satisfied that he has produced many things which deserve to be much better known than they are; and because, in a work like the LITERARY JOURNAL, which we have always wished to impress with a decidedly national character, we are at all times glad to bring the merits of any of our countrymen before the public, whom accidental circumstances may have hitherto kept too much in the background.

Hugh Ainslie, who is a native of Ayrshire, held for some time the situation of amanuensis to the late venerable and celebrated Dugald Stewart, from whose family he was transferred to the Register Office, Edinburgh. He was employed as a clerk in that establishment for some years; but having married, and finding his income much too limited, he left this country, along with his wife and family, in 1822, for America, and is now finally settled, after many wanderings, on the banks of the Ohio, in the neighbourhood of that phenix city of the central states, Cincinnati. Before emigrating froin his native country, Ainslie published a book, entitled “ A Pilgrimage to the Land of Burns," which, however, from the want of an influential publisher, fell almost still-born from the press. It has only recently been put into our hands ; but, on perusal, we find in it, together with a good deal of vulgarity and nonsense, many indications of original, though unpruned genius, and a good bold mixture of the ludicrous and the tender. It is a sort of mélange of prose and poetry, but the poetry is decidedly the superior of the two; indeed, without it, the book would be comparatively worthless. In most of the poetic pieces, there is either a breadth of humour, or a gentleness of pathos, or a freedom of thought and expres. sion, which mark a mind of higher susceptibilities than is often met with in common life. Among these effusions we would particularly mention the “ Rover of Lochryan," which originally appeared in this volume, together with the “ Ingle-side," the “ Ballad to the Bat,” the • Gowan o' the West,” the “ Recipe for making a Scotsman," the “ Lads o' Lendalfit," several songs, and the ballad of “ Sir Arthur and Lady Ann.” Of these we shall extract only the last, reserving the rest of our space for some manuscript poems, by the same author, with which we have been favoured ;

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The page has doff'a his feather'd cap,

But an' his raven hair ;
An' out there came the yellow locks,

Like swirls o' the gowden wair.
Syne he's undone his doublet clasp,

Was o' the grass-green hue; An', like a lily frae the pod,

A lady burst in view. “ Tell out thy errand now, Sir Knight,

Wi' thy love-tokens a';
If I e'er rin against my will,

It shall be at a lover's ca'."

Sir Arthur turn'd him round about,

E'en as the lady spake ;
An' thrice he dighted his dim ce,

An' thrice he stepped back.

But ae blink o' her bonny ee,

Out spake his Lady Ann, An' he's catch'd her by the waist sae sma',

Wi' the gripe o' a drowning man.
“ O! Lady Ann, thy bed's been hard,

When I thought it the down;
O! Lady Ann, thy love's been deep,

When I thought it was flown. “ I've met my love in the greenwood

My foe on the brown hill ;
But I ne'er met wi' aught before

I liked sae weel and ill.

SIR ARTHUR AND LADY ANN.

Sir Arthur's foot is on the sand

His boat wears in the wind, An' be's turn'd him to a fair foot-page

Was standing him behind.

“ O! I could make a queen o' thee,

An' it would be my pride ;

But, Lady Ann, it's no for thee

To be an outlaw's bride."

“ Hae I left kith and kin, Sir Knight,

To turn about and rue ? Hae I shared win' and wet wi' thee,

That I maun leave thee now?

Ay, when days war dark, an' the nights as grim,
When the heart was dowff, an' the ee was dim,
At the tail o' the purse, at the end o'my wit,
It was time to quit—but I'm living yet!
Our pleasures are constantly gi'en to disease,
An' Hope, poor thing, aft gets dowy, and dies;
While dyster Care, wi' his darkest litt,
Keeps dipping awa'-but I'm living yet!
A wce drap drink, an'a canty chiel,
Can laugh at the warl', an' defy the deil ;
Wi' a blink o' sense, an' a flaught o' wit,
Oh! that's the gear's kept me living yet !
In a similar spirit is

A DECEMBER DITTY.

“ There's gowd and siller in this han',

Will buy us mony a rigg ;
There's pearlings in this other han',

A stately tower to bigg.
“ Though thou'rt an outlaw frae this lan',

The world's braid and wide;
Make room, make room, my merry-men,

For young Sir Arthur's bride !" There is in the above a great deal of the genuine spirit of the old Scottish ballad ; and our readers, we think, will be willing to confess with us, that the man who can write thus, ought not to write altogether unknown. Since Mr Ainslie went to reside in America, nothing of his has appeared in print on this side of the Atlantic, with the exception of a paper or two in the Newcastle Magazine, which he entitled “ Feelings of a Foreigner in America." He contributes, however, to American publications; and he has, from time to time, transmitted to his friends at home poetical effusions of great merit, some of which we have now pleasure in making public. We shall begin with a poem, which bears date “ January 25th, 1823 :" LINES WRITTEN ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF BURNS'S BIRTH

DAY, WHEN WANDERING BELATED IN THE MOUNTAIN

The merry bird o' simmer's flown,

Wi' his brave companions a'; Grim winter has the green leaf stown,

An' gifted us the snaw.

The big bough sings à dowy sang,

As it swings in the deep’ning drift; An' the glint o' day just creeps alang

The ledge of the leaden lift. But awa' wi' words in wintry weed,

An' thoughts that bode o' ill ! What! are we o' the forest breed

To dow wi' the daffodill ?

PASSES ON THE FRONTIERS OF VERMONT.

When last my feeble voice I raised

To thy immortal dwelling, The flame of friendship round me blazed,

On breath of rapture swelling ! Now, far into a foreign land,

The heavens above me scowling, The big bough waving like the wand,

The forest caverns howling !

Let's roose up merry days we've seen,

When carping care was dumb;
Let's think on flowers an' simmers green,

There's Julys yet to come!
Though my lair is in a foreign land,

My friens' ayont the sea,
There's fusion in affection's band

To draw them yet to me! The pensive vein of thought which runs through the following poem, contrasts well with the above :

LINES WRITTEN BY THE RIVER SIDE,

No kindred voice is in mine ear,

No heart with mine is beating ; No tender eye of blue is near,

My glance of kindness meeting.

Sweet, sober, solitary Nook,

Where many an hour I stole, To read, as in a written book,

The records of my soul !

But woody mountains, towering rude,

Dare heaven with their statures ! 'Tis nature in her roughest mood,

Amidst her roughest features !

Yet thou, who sang'st of nature's charms,

In barrenness and blossom,
Thy strain of love and freedom warms

The chill that's in my bosom.

Oft when the morn came down the cleugh,

To gild thy waters clear,
And birds set up their merry sough,

Thou'st found me pondering here.
And when the sun lay in the west,

And dewdrops sought the flower, The gowan'd sward I've often press'd,

Within thy hazel bower.

Sending my weary spirit forth

Through wilds that lay before, And wishing they might be more smooth

Than those I've wandered o'er.

And here, where tyranny is mute,

And right hath the ascendence,
O, where's the soil could better suit

Thy hymn of Independence ?
Thou giant 'mong the mighty dead!

Full bowls to thee are flowing ;
High souls of Scotia's noble breed

With pride this night are glowing ! In a very different style, but not the less spirited and good, is the following song :

I'M LIVING YET. This flesh has been wasted, this spirit been vext, Till I've wish'd that my deeing day were the next; But trouble will fee, an' sorrow will fit, Sae tent me, my lads-- I'm living yet !

These days are done, and I draw near

My last fond look to take,
And think of one who often here

Will wander for my sake.

And when cold winter's blasting look

Bids summer's sweets depart, She'll see within this wither'd nook,

An emblem of my heart! The following also deserves a place :

HARVEST-HOME IN AMERICA.

country; and, as we believe it is not unlikely that the The barley 's in the

mow,
boys,

present number of the LITERARY JOURNAL will fall into The hay is in the stack ;

his hands, we doubt not that it will give him some pleasure An' grain o' a' kind now, boys,

to perceive, that the genius which God has given him is Is under rape and thack.

not destined to pass entirely unappreciated in his native

country
Sae stow your tools about the yard,
Let's meet wi' ae accord;

THE CRIMES OF RICHARD HAWKINS.
We've bent enough out ower the sward,
We'll bend now ower the board.

By Thomas Aird, Author of " Religious Charac

teristics,” &c.
O mony a ane has sown, boys,
To see another reap ;

When a young man, Richard Hawkins was guilty of the

heinous crime of betraying the daughter of a respectable To see what he has grown, boys,

farmer in the west of Galloway, of the name of Emily But swell a landlord's heap.

Robson. As he yet loved the injured maiden, he would

have married her, but in this he was determinedly opposed But rent, or tax, or tithe, boys,

by her relatives, and particularly by her only brother, beOur girnals darna spill ;

twixt whom and himself an inveterate hostility had, from These burdens were bought off, boys,

various causes, been growing up since their earliest boyLangsyne at Bunker's Hill.

hood. From remorse partly, and shame and disappoint

ment, and partly from other causes, Hawkins hereupon What though the hand be like a hoof,

left his home and went abroad; but after making a conThe cheek be like the grun',

siderable sum of money he returned to Scotland, deterThe wearied shank, be kicking proof, An' rather stiff for fun ?

mined to use every remonstrance to win over Emily's

friends to allow him yet by marriage to make reparation Ne'er fear, we'll get the slight o't,

to the gentle maiden, the remembrance of whose beauty An' tongues shall wag like Hails;

and faithful confiding spirit had unceasingly haunted An' faith we'se hae a night o't,

him in a foreign land. He arrived first at Glasgow, and Or punch an' pantry fails !

proceeded thence to Edinburgh, where he purposed to

stay a week or a fortnight before going southward to his When hearty health is given, boys,

native county, in which also Emily Robson resided. To season life's dull lease,

During his stay in the metropolis, having been one An' plenty comes frae heaven, boys,

evening invited to sup at the house of a gentleman, ori . To mate wi' gentle peace,

ginally from the same county with himself, scarcely

had he taken his seat in his host's parlour, when Emi. The soul that winna glow, then,

ly's brother entered, and instantly recognizing him, adIs chill'd wi' gripping greed,

vanced with a face of grim wrath, denounced him as And the heart that winna flow, then,

a villain, declared he would not sit a moment in his Is a stony heart indeed !

company, and to make good bis declaration, instantly

turned on his heel and left the house. The violent spiWe shall give our readers at present only one more rit of Hawkins was in a moment stung to madness by specimen of Mr Ainslie's abilities. It is a Scotch song this rash and unseasonable insolence, which was offered of great merit:

him, moreover, before a number of gentlemen; he rose,

craved their leave for a moment, that he might follow, " The midnight hour is clinking, lads,

and show Mr Robson his mistake; and sallying out of An' the douce an’ the decent are winking, lads, the house, without bis hat, he overtook his aggressor on Sae I tell ye again,

the street, tapped him on the shoulder, and thus bespoke Be't weel or ill taen,

him, with a grim smile :-" Why, sir, give me leave to It's time ye were quitting your drinking, lads." propound to you that this same word and exit of yours

are most preciously insolent. With your leave, now, I « Gae ben an' mind your gantry, Kate,

must have you back, gently to unsay me a word or two; Gie's mair o' your beer and less bantry, Kate ; or, by heaven! this night your blood shall wash out the For we vow whare we sit,

imputation !" That afore we shall Alit,

“ This hour—this hour!” replied Robson, in a hoarse We'll be better acquaint wi' your pantry, Kate. compressed whisper; my soul craves to grapple with

you, and put our mutual affair to a mortal arbitrement. “ The daft days are but beginning, Kate,

Hark ye, Hawkins, you are a stranger in this city, I An' we've sworn (wad ye hae us be sinning, Kate?) presume, and cannot reasonably be expected easily to proBy our faith an' our houp,

vide yourself with a second; moreover, that no one would We shall stick by the stoup,

back such a villain ;-now, will you follow me this moAs lang as a barrel keeps rinning, Kate.

ment to my lodgings, accept from my hand one of a pair “Through spring an through simmer we moilit, Kate, of pistols, and let us, without farther formality, retire to

a convenient place, and do ourselves a pleasure and a jusThrough hay an' through harvest we toil it, Kate;

tice. I am a-weary of living under the same sun with Sae ye ken, whan the wheel

you, and if I can shed your foul blood beneath yon chaste Is beginning to squeel,

stars of God, I would willingly die for it. It's time for to grease or to oil it, Kate.

follow me?-and quickly, before those fellows think of “ Then score us another drappy, Kate,

looking after us?” Angie us a cake to our cappy, Kate,

To Hawkins' boiling heart of indignation 'twas no hard For, by spiggot an' pin,

task so to follow, and the above proposal of Robson was It were mair than a sin

strictly and instantly followed up. We must notice here To fit when we're sitting sae happy, Kate.”

particularly, that, as the parties were about to leave the

house, a letter was put into Robson's hand, who, seeing We are glad that we have thus had it in our power to that it was from his mother, and bore the outward notido some justice to a clever man, now self-exiled from his fication of mourning, craved Hawkins' permission to read

DAFT DAYS.

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Dare you

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