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show immediately that several of the poets among them,

Of lonely sorrow, and of thy disdaining and to the poets we shall at present limit our observations,

And half-averted glances, till the bowers possess merit of a highly respectable kind. They are des

Are pregnant with the hymn, and every rose

With fresher dew, as if in weeping, flows, tined, no doubt, to be succeeded by bards of a higher

And every lily seems to wear a hue stamp; but they deserve commemoration, as being among Of paler tenderness, and deeper glows the first to wake, although with uncertain fingers, the The pink's carnation, and a purer hue music of their country's lyre.

Tints the modest rosemary, the wind The four poets of greatest eminence which America at Whispers a sweeter echo, and the stream present possesses, are Percival, Bryant, Paulding, and

Spouts stiller from its well; while, from behind Halleck.

The snow-clad Alpine summit, rolls the moon,

Careering onward to her cloudless noon, James G. Percival was born in the state of Connecti

In fullest orb of silver, and her beam cut, in the year 1795. From his father, who was a re- Casts o'er the vale long shadows from the pine, spectable physician, he inherited a small patrimony. He The rock, the spire, the castle; and away was educated under Dr Dwight, at Yale College, a semi- Beyond thy

towers, Avignon ! proudly shine nary of much reputation, in his native state. He studied

The broad Rhone's foaming channels, in their play medicine, and, as soon as he was of age, he graduated with

Through green and willow'd islands, while they sweep, much eclat. At college he was remarkable for retired

Descending on their bold resistless way, habits, for being a romantic lover of nature, for extreme

And heaving high their crest in wild array,

With all a torrent's grandeur, to the deep. sensibility, and an early developement of genius in two pursuits which do not very often go hand in hand-poe-lities in the Atlantic Souvenir for 1829. It is a poem,

We find a still more recent specimen of Percival's abitry and mathematics. “ In 1820,” says a short biographical notice , prefixed to the edition of his poems pub- his own county. We can give only its commencement, but

which celebrates very beautifully some of the scenery of lished in London, “ he went to Charleston, South Carolina, with the intention of following his profession ; but hope for an opportunity soon of speaking of Percival again : happening to insert some fugitive pieces of poetry of extraordinary beauty in one of the gazettes, he was soon

By James G. Percival. called forth as a poet, and the following summer, having “One evening in the pleasant month of May, returned to his native village, where he still resides, he On a green hillock swelling from the shore, published a collection of his early compositions, which

Above thy emerald wave, when the clear west met with the most flattering reception. Being now roused

Was all one sheet of light, I sat me down, to the cultivation of his poetical powers, which he had

Wearied, yet happy. I had wander'd long

That bright, fair day; and all the way my path hitherto exercised only in fugitive pieces, he soon produ- Was tended by a warm and soothing air, ced and published several other works." Without pos- That breathed like bliss; and round me all the woods sessing a mind of the very highest order, Percival's pretry Open'd their yellow buds, and every cottage is nevertheless of that kind which cannot fail to attract and Was bower'd in blossoms, for the orchard trees please. He often thinks deeply, and always feels acutely;

Were all in flower. I came at close of day he has an intense perception of the beautiful—more than

Down to thy brink, and it was pleasure there of the sublime-in nature; and his style is a sort of com

To bathe my dripping forehead in thy cool pound of that of Shelley and Wordsworth,—the latter of

Transparent waters. I refresh'd me long

With the bright sparkling stream ; and from the pebbles which poets, we may remark in passing, seems to be a That bedded all thy margin, singled out decided favourite with the Americans. On the whole, Rare casts of unknown shells, from off thy cliffs we cannot help thinking Percival infinitely superior to Broken by wintry surges. Thou wert calm, the great crowd of poetasters with which this country is

Even as an infant calm, that gentle evening; at present infested, and are surprised that his works are

And one could hardly dream thou'dst ever met

And wrestled with the storm. A breath of air, not better known among us. His two longer poems are entitled “ The Wreck” and “ Prometheus ;" the first in

Felt only in its coolness, from the west

Stole over thee, and stirr'd thy golden mirror blank verse, which is his favourite measure, and the latter

Into long waves that only show'd themselves in the Spenserian stanza. There are many beautiful In ripples on thy shore-far distant ripples, passages in both.

Of his miscellaneous productions, al- Breaking the silence with their quiet kisses, most all those in blank verse possess great beauty, whilst And softly murmuring peace. Up the green hillock his lyrical productions are decidedly inferior. We have

I mounted languidly, and at the summit room for only two short specimens, and these by no means

On the new grass reposed, and saw that evening do the poet justice. The first is entitled

Fade sweetly over thee."

Bryant, though wanting perhaps the acute sensibility of

Percival, is on the whole his superior in vigour and origiBy James G. Percival.

nality. He is much esteemed in his own country, and « The laurel throws its locks around the grave in the North American Review, which is now very ably As freshly, as when erst thou linger'd there, And pluck'd the early flowers to crown thy hair,

conducted, his talents have more than once received the Or gather'd cresses from the glassy wave,

praise to which they are entitled. Bryant is a strong, That winds through hills of olive, vine, and grain, bold thinker, and evidently indulges the poet's best ambiStealing away from Vaucluse' lonely dell,

tion—the wish to be more distinguished for his concepNow murmuring scantily, now in the swell

tions than his execution. The poem which first brought Of April foaming onward to the plain

him into notice is entitled “ The Ages," and is a spirited Laura ! Thy consecrated bough is bright,

sketch in the Spenserian stanza. Several of his minor As when thy Petrarch tuned his soft lute by, And lit his torch in that dissolving light,

pieces, such as his “ Lines to a Waterfowl," and others, Which darted from his only sun-thine eye;

have found their way into English collections of fugitive Thy leaf is still as green, thy flower as gay,

poetry, and have been justly admired. His poem entitled Thy berry of as deep a tint, as when

“ Green River" is exceedingly beautiful, but we refrain Thou moved a Goddess in the walks of men,

from quoting it to give a place to one in a still higher And o'er thy Poet held unbounded sway.

strain, the intellectual beauty of which would not hare Methinks I hear, as from the hills descend The deepening shadows, and the blue smoke curls,

disgraced Byron : And waving forests with the light winds bend,

THANATOPSIS. And flows the brook in softer leaps and whirls

By W. Bryant. Methinks I hear that voice of love complaining,

“ To him who, in the love of nature, holds In faint and broken accents, of his hours

Communion with her visible forms, she speaks


A various language; for his gayer hours

sed bis selections with a number of pretty things from the She has a voice of gladness, and a smile

other side of the Atlantic:
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings with a mild

And gentle sympathy, that steals away
Their sharpness ere he is aware. When thoughts

By W. Bryant.
Of the last bitter hour come like a blight

c Is this a time to be cloudy and sad, Over thy spirit, and sad images

When our mother Nature laughs around ? Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,

When all the deep blue heavens look glad, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,

And gladness breathes from the blooming ground? Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart; Go forth under the open sky, and list

" There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren, To Nature's teachings, while from all around

And the gossip of swallows through all the sky, Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,

The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
Comes a still voice. Yet a few days, and thee

And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The all-beholding sun shall see no more
In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground,

" The clouds are at play in the azure space, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears,

And their shadows at play in the bright green vale, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist

And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
Thy image. Earth, that nourish'd thee, shall claim

And there they roll on the easy gale.
Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again;
And, lost each human trace, surrend'ring up

" There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower, Thine individual being, shalt thou go

There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree, To mix forever with the elements,

There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower, To be a brother to th' insensible rock,

And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak

" And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.

On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray; Yet not to thy eternal resting-place

On the leaping waters and gay young isles,
Shalt thou retire alone-nor couldst thou wish

Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away!"
Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down
With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings,

Mr J. K. Paulding has attained considerable literary The powerful of the earth-the wise, the good,

celebrity in America, but we believe he is more appreFair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,

ciated as a prose writer than as a poet, being one of the All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills,

editors and principal contributors to “ Salmagundi,” a Rock-ribb'd and ancient as the sun—the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between

clever work, in which Washington Irving first came beThe venerable woods-rivers that move

fore the public. An anonymous American writer, after In majesty, and the complaining brooks

complimenting Paulding on his abilities, when exercised That make the meadows green-and, pour'd round all, in their proper sphere, asks— Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,Are but the solemn decorations all

“Why is he sipping weak Castalian dews ?'

The Muse has damn'd him-let him damn the Muse!" Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,

Paulding's style is rough and harsh, but full of shrewd Are shining on the sad abodes of death

sense and careless humour. He is a thorough democrat, Through the still lapse of ages all that tread

and as such affects to despise what is polished and courtly. The globe are but a handful to the tribes Tbat slumber in its bosom. Take the wings

His longest poem is entitled “ The Backwoodsman,” and Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce,

is much smoother than his general writings. It is in Or lose thyself in the contiguous woods,

heroic verse, and frequently combines the terseness of Pope Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound

with the fine flow of Goldsmith. But Paulding, neverSave his own dashings-yet the dead are there !

theless, strikes us as only a third or fourth-rate genius. And millions in those solitudes, since tirst

Of Halleck, who is rising into much esteem, we as yet The fight of years began, have laid them down

know little, but the few things of his we have seen are In their last sleep-the dead reign there alone.

spirited and good. There are many others who write So sbalt thou rest;-and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living and no friend

poetry in America, and poetry, too, of no mean order, Take note of thy departure?-all that breathe

but they have not yet invested themselves with “ the Will share thy destiny : the gay will laugh

magic of a name.” One or two of them, however, we When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care

bave pleasure in particularizing. In the Atlantic SouPlod on, and each one as before will chase

venir for this year, we find some lines by a Mr M‘Lellan, His favourite phantom ; yet all these shall leave

which, though on rather a commonplace subject, please us Their mirth and their employments, and shall come

much :
And make their bed with thee; as the long train
Of ages glide away, the sons of men,

The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes
In the full strength of years, matron and maid,

By J. M'Lellan.
The bow'd with age, the infant in the smiles

“I have toil'd far to view these pleasant scenes And beauty of its innocent age cut off,

Of my young days once more to trace again Shall one by one be gather'd to thy side,

These woodland mazes, in whose secret depths By those who in their turn shall follow them.

My childhood years, like happy dreams, rolld on. Só live, that when thy summons comes to join

Beautiful haunts ! the wild and careless boy The innumerable caravan, that moves

That wander'd from your dim and quiet walks, To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take

All hope, and strength, and gladness, hath come back His chamber in the silent halls of death,

An aged and heart-broken man. His hopes ! Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night,

Alas, the grave hath swallow'd them! His strength
Scourged to his dungeon ; but sustain'd and soothed 'Twas broken in the distant battle-field !
By an upfaltering trust, approach the grave

His gladness hath given place to bitter cares!
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."

“ Methinks that lapse of years hath wrought a change In proof of Bryant's versatility, we subjoin a few stan

Even on your calm beauties. The red deer, zas of a much lighter kind, which we find in the “ Lite

Whose bounding hoofs flew down yon darken'd glade rary Coronal” for 1828; an agreeable melange, got up,

Swift as an arrow-flight, is nowhere seen

Under the mossy boughs; and the meek fawn we believe, under the superintendence of Mr Mennons, And gentle roe are not beside the founts the editor of the Greenock Advertiser, who has intersper. In their green pastures ; haply they have found


The hunter's rifle deadlier than the shafts

And what if, in the evening light, From the slight bow that pleased my infancy.

Betrothed lovers walk in sight Alas! the green tree at my cabin door,

Of my low monument, The huge growth of a century ! it lies

I would the lovely scene around
On the smooth turf it overhung so long ;

Might know no sadder sight nor sound.
The flowers are gone from the broad garden walks,
And the fair trees are dead! The sycamore,

" I know, I know I should not see Clothed like a prince in scarlet, the pale birch,

The season's glorious show, A tall and silvery spire, the hoary beech,

Nor would its brightness shine for me, And the dark, solemn cypress, lie o'erthrown

Nor its wild music flow; In ruin, and rauk weeds rejoice above.

But if, around my place of sleep,

The friends I loved should come to weep, “ The cottage door is broken ! its thatch'd roof

They might not haste to go;Lies on the quench'd and long-deserted hearth,

Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom,
And the dark wall is settling to the ground !

Should keep them ling’ring by my tomb.
The red-stemm'd honeysuckle, that once clasp'd
Closely the latticed casement, and bloom'd thick,

“ These to their soften'd hearts should bear No more gives out the known delicious smell.

The thought of what has been, The drowsy brook that whisper'd by the door

And speak of one who cannot share A low strain of uobroken music, plays

The gladness of the scene; By some far lovelier bank; it long hath shrunk

Whose part in all the pomp that fills And wander'd from its weed-choked channel here.

The circuit of the summer hills My brethren come not at my call; the song

Is, that his grave is green; My mother sang at twilight is not heard

And deeply would their hearts rejoice,
By the still threshold, and the passing wind

To hear again his living voice."
Sighs o'er my father's grave; this lonely place
Hath lost its charm-I leave it to its dead!”

This article has run to a much greater length than we

originally intended; but if it has partially introduced our There is Mr J. G. Brooks, too, of New York, who, readers to a new set of acquaintances, whom it is right if he is the author of “ Fanny, an American Tale,” in that they should know, we do not regret the space it octhe “ Beppo" style, is a very clever fellow.

This is by cupies. We shall consider it our duty frequently to refar the best specimen of humour in verse which America turn to a subject which we have now only broached, but has yet produced, and combines the gay, the grave, the which cannot fail to be regarded as a highly interesting severe, and the pathetic, in a very felicitous manner. “ We are not inclined,” says the North American Some poetesses have also made their appearance among Review for April last,“ nor, if we were, would we inthe Jonathans. They have a lady, in particular, who dulge the inclination, to clamber to the dizzy top of procalls herself “ Ianthe,” who is not much inferior to our phecy, and point to the little golden specks which are just own L. E. L., and writes a good deal after the same fa- glimmering above the horizon, as the twilight dawn of shion. There are some modest people, too, scattered over American literature. Still less are we disposed to get us the land, who, like little powers or Indian fire-flies, give upon the mount of retrospect, and counting over, as we their odours and their light to the world without name too easily could, the scant and thinly scattered productions or signature at all. Among these, the discriminating eye of our past years, to add these as fresh specimens of a vain may every now and then discover the true germ of genius, and vaunting littleness. There is sound philosophy in “ lurking lowly unseen.” In one of the Atlantic Annuals this. America must not be too much hurried. The for 1826 we lighted upon the following stanzas, which, laissez aller is the only prescription which should be at though anonymous, we do ourselves a happiness in trans- present administered by her best lovers. Let them have ferring to our pages :

no fears for future celebrity. She is destined to produce hundreds, thousands of human beings, worthy of the

mountains, the lakes, and the forests, among which they “I gazed upon the glorious sky,

are to be reared. And the green uplands round, And thought, that when I came to lie

Within the silent ground, "Twere pleasant that in merry June,

A Treatise on Philosophical and Theological Sects, fc. When brooks sent up a cheerful tune,

By the Rev. William Meek, Minister of Dunsyre.
And groves a joyous sound,

Edinburgh. John Anderson. 1829.
The sexton's spade, my grave to make,
The rich green mountain turf should break.

Or all controversies, religious controversy is undoubt

edly the most unprofitable. But this observation can “ A cell within a frozen mould,

only attach to such disputes as are purely and exclusively A coffin borne through sleet,

religious : And it has so happened, that in point of fact a And icy clods upon it rollid,

Man While fierce the tempests beat

purely religious controversy has seldom existed. Away! I will not think of these

is so decidedly imbued with religious sentiments, that Blue be the sky, and soft the breeze,

whatever interests him deeply and permanently, is sure Earth green beneath the feet,

to mix itself, in a closer or more imperfect degree, with And be the damp mould gently prest

religion. His progress in science and philosophy, and, Into my narrow place of rest.

above all, his political sentiments, have from age to age

been advanced or retarded, or materially influenced, by “ There, through the long, long summer hours,

his religious opinions ; so that the study of what is termed The golden light should lie, And thick young herbs and groups of flowers

Divinity, is in reality rooted and established amidst the Stand in their beauty by ;

sentiments and avowals of ages in philosophy and the The oriole should build, and tell

art of government. As surely as Christianity perverted His love-tale close beside my cell ;

did model and influence the government of papal Rome, The idle butterfly

—as its partial purification has been partially beneficial Should rest him there, and there be heard

amidst the German states,—and the more thorough reThe housewife bee and humming bird.

formation of Scotland has associated itself with freedom “ And what if cheerful shouts at noon

and political advantages of a high character and value, Come from the village sent,

so surely will the student of divinity, who contents himOr songs of maids beneath the moon,

self with a history of sects, serinons, councils, and opi. With fairy laugbter blent;

nions merely, fail of acquiring that knowledge which


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alone can make the other either intelligible or worth the lady has allowed them to call and admire, just as she was acquiring—the knowledge, namely, of human nature, as dressed for a drawing-room ; expatiating on the splendour evinced and developed by a master sentiment, operating of some regal or ducal fête, which they have been allowon the whole mechanism of the human heart. To dive, i ed to witness from the fiddler's gallery-would just furfor example, into the minutiæ and details of sectaries, nish such stuff as used to cram the pages of the Ladies' with no other object in view than the mere acquisition of Magazine. But unto what shall we now liken La Belle knowledge, is an unprofitable, and even a disgusting and Assemblée, with its hot-pressed paper, and masterly endeteriorating labour ; but to connect such local and li- gravings of the beauties of the age? To nothing more mited exhibitions with the general principles of our na- appropriately than to a milliner of the better class. She ture, with the spirit and pressure of the age, is not a is good, pretty, and well-dressed; she reads reviews, and task, but a privilege,—not a toil, but a pleasure,—yield- the last new novel ; she is slightly tinged with evangeliing profit, and conducting the soul to more enlarged and cal principles ; and, in short, she would be every thing liberal views.

one could wish in woman, but for an indescribable, Such being our decided sentiments, we have perused scarce perceptible, though deep felt, breathing of vulgari. with much pleasure the volume whose title is prefixed, ty which runs through all her actions, like the small and can safely recommend it as a most meritorious work, thread of red silk which is entwined with all the cordage on an improved plan,—as a successful attempt to unite of the royal fleet and arsenal. a competent knowledge of philosophy, in as far as her in- The impulse which has been given to Reviews and fiuence over religion extends, and of religion again—by Magazines, still bears them onward,—but not, we are which, of course, we mean Christianity-in reference to afraid, with the same force and majesty as at the outset. her bearings upon, and influence over, the progress and When Christopher North first raised his voice,—when fortunes of human wisdom. In an age when knowledge Hazlitt and Lamb were the spirits of the London, and has multiplied upon the earth, and a little acquaintance before the Opium-Eater ceased to write, the sound of our with many things is absolutely necessary, such an abrid- Magazines (now for something sublime !) was as the ged statement as Mr Meek's must be useful to all ; but it sound of the deep sea ! There was a buoyancy in them, will undoubtedly be peculiarly acceptable to the student as of the swelling of a broad-backed billow. Now-a-days of divinity, for whose use it more immediately planned they are rather like the shallow frothing water, which and fitted. Indeed, we should not be surprised to see it the breaking of that billow sends far up on the beach, supersede the use of Evan's Sketches throughout the tinkling among the pebbles. In plainer terms, although universities, as it is both more full in its details, and far they still speak the language that wont to charm our ear, more philosophical ; not, indeed, in its disquisitions and it is less frequently that the voices who gave it half its speculations, from which happily it is entirely free—but charm now address it to us. The form is the same, but in that plan to which we have referred, as calculated to the spirit manifests itself more rarely. The good old lapreserve in combination what, in fact, are never dis- dies begin to indulge in an occasional nap--which is very united—the various powers, as they are called, of the commendable at their years, but not so amusing to their human mind-being, in our opinion, not more essentially visitors. an united whole than are philosophy, science, and reli- Our readers are, we hope, too well-bred to expect that gion.

we should go through in detail the whole contents of the long catalogue of sin and misery which has suggested

these remarks. It will surely be held sufficient, if we THE PERIODICALS FOR AUGUST.-Blackwood's Edinburgh recommend to them a few of the tit-bits, conducting ourMagazine. No. CLV.-New Monthly and London selves, on the present occasion, as we invariably do at any Magazine. No. CIV.Sharpe's London Magazine. of those tantalizing exhibitions beloved of the fête-giving No. II.-La Belle Assemblée. No. LVI.— The New and economical matrons of Edinburgh,—where, when Scots Magazine. No. IX.--The Scots Law Chroni- we have handed a jelly to our fair friend on the right, cle. No. IV.

and an ice to her on the left, we forthwith demurely and

leisurely sip off our wine, and secure a few delicacies A GLANCE at the catalogue of periodicals, standing at for our own private eating. For you, then, Mr the head of this notice like the muster-roll of a regiment, (we are sorry we have not the honour to know your will satisfy our readers that the labourers in tbis depart- name, but we mean the young gentleman with the pale ment are not idle. The active share taken of late years countenance and the pensive neckcloth,) being informed in these publications, by some of our most eminent literary that you are addicted to solitary rhyming, and that your characters, has given them a bigher rank in literature friends entertain serious apprehensions that you have it in than they held in our younger days. Honest Cave—the contemplation to perpetrate a printed poem, we beg to reoriginal Sylvanus Urban,—whose first half-century of commend some nice whipped Canting Poetry” from volumes ornament that lower shelf on our right hand, the kitchen of the celebrated gastronome, Christopher would find, were he to rise from the dead, and attempt North.—Mr S, you are reported, in addition to your to re-assume his place in the trade, that his eighteenpenny literary and scientific propensities, to be the most gallant brochures, with their stiff, ill-designed, and worse execu- of journalists ; if at any time you should stand in need ted frontispieces; their antiquarian descriptions of old of a wife, allow me to suggest the propriety of allying halfpence, found in the ruins of some antediluvian baker's yourself to this “congenial soul,” whom Jupiter or James oven; their biographies of eminent characters, whom no Hogg seems to have formed expressly for you. You will one ever heard of; and their criticisms of stupid books, find her portrait in the Letter on Men and Women in the as old as the hills, were worthless and insipid to the taste present Number of Maga.—My dear Miss Evergreen, we of a public accustomed to more highly-spiced dishes. observed you constantly in the first file of Mr BuckingEven La Belle Assemblée aspires now-a-days to a higher ham's auditors, laughing with your usual graceful perintellectual character than belonged to its predecessor-versity, when all around you was grave, and sitting like the Ladies' Magazine of Fashion, which (not to speak it “ nun demure," when even the grim visage of the bullprofanely) always appeared to us to be conducted by a terrier of the church of Scotland was lit up with the raposse of decent elderly matrons in that nondescript rank diance of a momentnry smile. Don't you observe Mr of life which visits, and is visited, by some of the small Thomas Campbell holding out to you No. IV. of Sportnoblesse, yet is on terms of intimacy with the cits. Two of ing Scenes in India, on the point of his silver fork ? these good old souls, retailing over their pot of tea the small Take it ! your brother's a sportsman, and will thank talk of their illustrious seventeenth cousins ; canvassing you for it; and you yourself will become the beloved of · the merits of the silks, gauzes, and feathers which some all the young men in the moors, for you will be able to “ discourse most excellent musie" to them. Were Mr allows any occasion to pass in which he may indulge in Buckingham with us just now—“ were the graced pre- a hit at Jonathan without laying it in con amore, and in sence of our Banquo here"-we would hand him these a style which would do no discredit to old Spring him“ Traveller's Tales.” They would be capital sance to the self. This is not exactly fair, and will at all events enfish he caught in the Egyptian lakes, or the pigeons of title our Yankee friends to dispute his right to the naine the neighbouring province.-Dr Redgill, broiled salmon of " civil engineer.” is rather a heavy dish to supper. Had not you better Mr Mactaggart, however, was three years in Canada, apply to that case of Sharpe's sauces ? The sauce à l'Edi- which is a great blessing, considering that many of our teur is the most piquant of the batch ; but they are all modern travellers look upon themselves as authorised to good, especially Captain Hall's American sauce, prepared, publish huge books after having been only three weeks in unless we are very much mistaken, by Gray, a celebrated a country. Our worthy Gallovidian took his time to his traiteur from Oxford. * The side-table, which seems to two volumes; and, knowing the great and growing inteengross the attention of the ladies and gentlemen at the rests which attach themselves to the Canadas, he very other end of the room, is a fac-simile of the fare to which prudently resolved not to speak too rashly or hastily of the editor of the Monthly Magazine has been in the habit their internal resources, productions, and capabilities. of treating his friends once a-month, since his hopes at His book, as we have already said, is more valuable for St James's were blasted. Its chief recommendation is the information it conveys upon these subjects than for pleuty and cheapness. There is a great variety, from its pictures of men and manners. Mr Mactaggart seems Irish stew of Clare mutton, to yams dressed with Ja- to have extended his researches through very considerable maica pepper. The characteristic of his cookery is high districts, especially in Upper Canada, where little more spicing. The cook was brought up by Salathiel, under than the borders of some of the great lakes have been yet whose tuition he began by roasting Salamanders in Mount explored, and where the inexhaustible resources of the Vesuvias. Nothing but brandy allowed to drink.-Ah! interminable forests are but very imperfectly known. He Peterkin, are you there with the good old lady, the Scots of course enters at considerable length apon his own imMagazine Rediviva, hanging on your arm in her new mediate subject, that of canal-making ; and, connected buff gown? We hope that under your superintendence with it, gives much information of a local character which she will give up her old habit of prating of matters that must be valuable, and which may be turned to good acno one cares about. Your young American friend on count hereafter in the formation of canals in various parts your right hand has made a fair and manly rally at Cap- of Canada. Upon this matter, however, it is unneces. tain Hall. We thank you for your fragments of Rit- sary for us to enter. Neither shall we attempt any abson's and Pinkerton's Correspondence -- the former is stract of an important part of the work which describes quite characteristic. If, after so much intellectual food, the progress that has been made by the Canada Company, there is still any body a little hungry, here is something and which talks in the highest terms of the advantages from the Scots Law Chronicle Office, which will put a likely to accrue to this country and to the Canadas from stop to his appetite.

its exertions. The statements are distinct and straightforward, yet we are disposed to take them cum grano

salis ; for Mr Mactaggart appears to be on terms of inThree Years in Canada. An account of the Actual State timacy both with Mr Galt, the late secretary to the Comof the Country in 1826-7-8. Comprehending its Re

pany, and Dr Dunlop, the warden of their woods and sources, Productions, Improvements, and Capabilities ; forests, and is not therefore very likely to say any thing and including Sketches of the State of Society, Advice to that might be displeasing to these gentlemen. At the Emigrants, 8c. By John Mactaggart, Civil Engineer same time, we mean not for a moment to deny, that the in the Service of the British Government. Two vols. Company has put facilities in the way of emigrants which London. Henry Colburn. 1829.

they never before enjoyed, and which reflect credit upon Mr Mactaggart is a shrewd, sensible, rather vulgar, the enlightened and truly British principles by which it patriotic, and somewhat prejudiced writer. He observes is actuated. acutely, and thinks independently; but we question

These two subjects apart, the rest of Mr Mactaggart's whether he was exactly in the best position for compre- work might be more appropriately entitled “ Notes on hensive observation, and we suspect that early habits and Canada” than any thing else. He observes no particular preconceived opinions too easily disposed his mind to take arrangement; and though he classes his remarks under views of various subjects not exactly in accordance with separate heads, these follow each other just as they appear * those which a more unbiassed judgment would have dic

to have presented themselves in his portfolio. This being tated.

The situation which 'Mr Mactaggart held in the case, we conceive we shall both do him most justice, Canada, and to which he was appointed in the year 1826, and give our readers most satisfaction, by selecting from the was that of Clerk of Works to the Rideau Canal, then two volumes such passages as appear to us most worthy about to be commenced, and to extend between the Ot- of observation, either from the facts they contain, or the tawa River and Lake Ontario, a distance of one hundred amusing anecdotes they relate. It is of little consequence and sixty miles, through an uncleared wilderness. He in what order they are read; we begin with the folwas thus prevented from mingling so much as he other- lowing: wise might have done with Canadian society, and he had

LIFE IN CANADA.-" " You are quite a townsman, my fewer opportunities of judging of the inhabitants than of dear fellow; so it is needless for me to bore you about lakes, the geographical and physical condition of the country.

snows, serpents, &c. The inhabitants are tolerably civil. It is also very evident, in the course of his work, that of a dollar a-day; if in an hotel, half as much more, exclu

In a common tavern, your food and bed will ease your pocket Mr Mactaggart thought it incumbent on the part of a sive of wines, which are so so—no great shakes, a dollar a“civil engineer in the service of the British government,” bottle and grogs in proportion. The fashionable young to hate the Americans with a perfect hate. He never fellows follow a good deal the manners of the Americans

drink gin sling, sangaree, and lemonade; smoke cigars, and • We avail ourselves of a note here-not, like Dr Southey, lest the theatres are not open very often, unless some of your stars

in the morning take bitters, cocktail, and soda water. The to recommend to our readers' notice the beautiful line-engraved get erratic, and come over the water, I have seen Kean at landscape which accompanies the August number of "Sharpe's Lon his old Richard here : he is ruffed much, and I daresay demasterly execution as an engraving, it is one of the most exquisite They have their parties and their scandal through all the

serves it; as for me, I never ruff any body, but keep quiet. approbation an engraving from a portrait of the viscountess Eastror, towns, the same as at home. You are well off, who are by that able artist Mrs Carpenter, in this month's number of " La

not bothered with these things in London; it is the only Belle Assemblee."

place in Britain where pride and presumption dare Acrer

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