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most mean and unworthy of them. School-houses re- cause they have given to mute material shape and coloursembling manufactories ; monuments, like dovecots or | ing the wonderful impress of divinity. In this astonishlight-houses ; churches, no better than ugly barns—such ing power, painting, indeed, has a superiority over poetry. has been the character of architecture in Scotland; and al- Our divine Milton, for instance, is not peculiarly happy though many men of learning and accomplishment have in his delineation of heavenly beings, especially where he both taught and been produced, and the eminent dead soars the highest. His effects are usually produced more have been truly reverenced, and the Deity devoutly wor- by an accumulation of impressions, than by any one vivid shipped, in the midst of all this architectural barbarism, touch, such as must be looked to for the effects of the penit must now be a pleasing spectacle to every lover of his cil. This does wonderfully well when he describes becountry, and of its improvement, to see the incongruity ings distinguished chiefly by power and force of character, between its sterling worth, and the wretched aspect of its and of whom we require to have no very distinct visible exterior, in so fair a way of being abolished. The fury representation, but rather have a deeper conception of of the Scottish Reformation left unfortunately few rem- them when they are surrounded by “ darkness visible.“ nants of those sacred edifices, which, amidst all its cor- His Satan, and all his conclave of fiends, are the most ruptions, were among the redeeming points of the Church astonishing conceptions, perhaps, that poetry ever imaof Rome. It is, however, a very gratifying circumstance, I gined, and the most successfully brought out; yet there that what remains is now carefully preserved, and, if pos- is not one of them of whom we can form a distinct desible, restored. An instance is within my own observa- lineation to our minds and all attempts of the painter tion. The singular old church of Corstorphine, with its to pourtray Milton's devils have universally failed, and short stubby spire, and uncommonly massive ribbed stone ended in the hideous, or the ludicrous. His angels are roof, was on the point of being overthrown, and some not so successful representations, because we are not sastrange piece of modern Gothic erected in its room, when tisfied with an indistinct angel as we are with an indisthe taste of Mr Burn interposed, and he has been en- tinct devil. The glimpse which we have of them may abled, by some additions quite in keeping with the origi- be as short as you will, but it must be quite definite and nal building, and with as little destruction as possible of precise. An angel is a being, no doubt, of great power, any of its peculiar features, to preserve, and render service but it is of limited and regulated power, and every thing able as a church, this venerable monument of the olden about them must be orderly and within rule. Milton's times.
finest angel is that angelic form assumed by Satan to deThe application of the genius of the architect to sacred ceive Criel, the Regent of the Sun : purposes is the highest and most impressive use of his
“ In his face The same may be said of painting; and I hope this Youth smiled celestial, and to every limb application of that admirable art will not be overlooked
Suitable grace diffused, so well he feign'd! by our Scottish artists. To be sure, the National Church Under a coronet his flowing hair gives no encouragement to this use of it. And it is a very In curls on either cheek play'd ; wings he wore delicate thing to interfere with the tastes and peculiar ha- Of many a colour'd plume, sprinkled with gold ; bits of churches, in any of their defects or redundancies. His habit fit for speed, succinct, and held The sacred character of the institution itself is apt to be Before his decent steps a silver wand." communicated to their forms, or to their want of forms ; This might be painted ; but, in general, Milton does not and one feels it to be something like sacrilege to make a change in the slightest particular connected with them. possess the eye of a painter. In this respect Dante inI do not feel assured that the Church of Scotland would finitely excels him, all whose representations are distinct not lose more than it would gain by the introduction of pictures, and there is no poet who has given images of the organ into its music, or of altar-pieces into the deco- angels with such nice and appropriate touches. I am ration of its sacred buildings. There is a character of pe- have learned their skill in the delineation of sacred figures
somewhat disposed to think that the painters of Italy culiar sanctity in the present simplicity of its services. In from this their oldest and greatest poet, who, before the like manner, the very same additions to the harmony and the ornament of worship, are blended with the most holy painters, and had in his mind's eye visions as distinct as
art of painting had made any progress, was the first of services of the sister Church, and are in unison with all have ever been thrown upon canvass. Surely, however, the sentiments of her children. There are improvements occasionally, too, suggested in her forms, which most be a commentary on Sacred Scripture, to have the
it must have an impressive religious effect, and may almay be substantially right, but which have an air of sacrilege to one who is inured to them. Repetitions of the view in the actual vision of the pencil,
personages and events introduced there brought before the same prayer, in different parts of the same service, have been objected to; yet even the slight change of an omis
-“ where God, or angel guest, sion of this kind would be felt with an unpleasing flutter
With man, as with his friend, familiar used of the pulse, and beating of the heart, throughout the
To sit indulgent." frame of English piety, and be predicted as an overthrow Painters may have encouraged idolatry, but they have alof the Church, almost as much as Catholic Emancipation ways supported the highest conceptions of the Divinity itself. I am afraid, then, our Scottish artists must not of sacred personages. In Him who is most commonly look to the churches for the reception of sacred pieces; but the subject of their delineation, we behold the God, whenotwithstanding, the taste of the people may encourage ther he is in the manger or on the cross. A lower conthese efforts perhaps the more that they are of the cha- ception of his character is derived from the refinings of racter of forbidden fruit in the interior of the sanctuary. the metaphysician—not the feelings of the artist. There I do not think there is now a Presbyterian family who never was any heterodox representation upon canvass. would have any objection to an organ or sacred music in It may seem extraordinary to speak of the expression their drawing-room; nor do I apprehend that they would of a divine nature in mere lineament and colouring. conceive themselves in danger of falling into the sin of Yet this is what the art of Painting has reached, and idolatry, although a Madonna of Raphael himself were Poetry has completely failed in; at least if our great to look down upon them from its walls. On the con- Milton be here brought into contrast with a painter, trary, they are not insensible to the inspiration of reli- whose name is scarcely of a lower order than his own. gion, both from sounds and expressive forms, and would Nearly thirty years ago, in a summer's ramble, I found encourage, I doubt not, their native artists, in this the myself accidentally in the neighbourhood of a magnificent noblest and most important branch of their art.
but délabré chateau in Northamptonshire. There was no I can easily couceive, that the great painters of Italy | appearance of modern improvement, fine avenues, in have aided the idolatrous tendencies of their church, be- long straight lines, with scarcely a tree over the whole
park, by any chance, in a free or natural position,-foun- 'what had been expected, that the mob raised a general tains, with their artificial gods thrown down into their howl of indignation, and were on the point of stoning basin, and not a drop of water playing! It was Boughton her to death, when she was with some difficulty rescued the seat of the Montague family. I walked through the from their hands by the public authorities. In this case house, in which, I think, there was no mortal but an old the Old Tolbooth found itself, as usual, incapable of rehousekeeper, and found little to attract my notice as I taining a culprit of condition. Sentence had been de wandered from one waste room to another. There might layed by the judges, on account of her pregnancy. The be knights in armour, as old as the Conquest, frowning midwife employed at her accouchement (who, by the by, from the walls, relieved by shepherdesses with their crooks continued to practise in Edinburgh so lately as the year and lambs ; but it was not till I came within view of 1805) had the address to achieve a jail-delivery also. two cartoons of Raphael, that I felt myself spell-bound. For three or four days previous to that concerted for the How they got into this scene of desolation, where, per- escape, she pretended to be afflicted with a prodigious haps, they may be seen once in half a century by some toothach; went out and in with her head enveloped in wanderer like myself, I know not. One of these, even, shawls and Hannels; and groaned as if she had been has left so little impression, that at this moment I am about to give up the ghost. At length, when all the jauncertain of the subject, though I know it is an incident nitory officials were become so haljituated to her appearin the life of St Paul; but whether it is before Felix, ance, as not to heed her “exits and her entrances” very or at Athens, that the Apostle is represented preaching, much, Katherine Nairne one evening came down in her I cannot now remember. But the other-I defy any stead, with her head wrapped all round with the shawls, man to see it, and forget one line or touch of the pencil uttering the usual groans, and holding down her face of fire ever after. It is the astonishing subject of the upon her hands, as with agony, in the precise way custovision of Ezekiel. There is the living chariot of the pro- mary with the midwife. The inner door-keeper, not phet :
quite unconscious, it is supposed, of the trick, gave her a “Wheel within wheel undrawn
hearty thump upon the back as she passed out, calling her Itself instinct with spirit, but convoy'd
at the same time a howling old Jezabel, and wishing she By four cherubic shapes.”
would never come back to annoy his ears, and those of But what even the prophet has not dared to picture, has the other inmates, in such an intolerable way. There been conveyed to the inspired glance of the painter. Over
are two reports of the proceedings of Katherine Nairne the chariot there reclines a horizontal human figure at full after leaving the prison. One bears that she immediatelength_perfectly composed—unmoving ; but the
ly left the town in a coach, to which she was handed by
expression of the countenance conveys at once the idea of irre had orders from her relations, in the event of a pursuit,
a friend stationed on purpose. The coachman, it is said, sistible power, that requires no effort beyond a word or volition.
to drive into the sea and drown her-a fate which, howBut this reach of art has been attained once-I do not
ever dreadful, was considered preferable to the ignominy
The other story runs, that she suppose in any other instance—and it is too high to be of a public execution. aimed at again. I may say, however, from my recollec
went up the Lawnmarket to the Castlehill, where lived tion of this picture, that contrary to the sublime effect Mr, a respectable advocate, from whom, as he produced by indistinct images of power--if the attempt
was her cousin, she expected to receive protection. Being is made at all to represent the highest power-it must be ignorant of the town, she mistook the proper house, and, quite a definite delineation. One expression may be suf- , what was certainly remarkable, applied at that of the ficient to do the feat; but it must be an expression caught world that could have done her any service.
crown agent,* who was assuredly the last man in the at once, and without hesitation. This only painting can
As good do. The sacred writers themselves, who use words for luck would have it, she was not recognized by the sertheir instruments, scarcely aim at more than to describe vant, who civilly directed her to her cousin's house, where the adjuncts and concomitants of Deity. Take, for an
it is said she remained concealed many weeks. In addiexample, the chapter of Ezekiel in which this vision is tion to these reports, we may mention that we have seen recorded, the 18th Psalm, and other sublime passages to
an attic pointed out in St Mary's Wynd, as the place the like effect.
where Katherine Nairne found concealment between the From the admiration bestowed on the Judith of Etty, period of her leaving the jail and that of her going abroad. and the crowds which went to see the grand picture of Her future life, it has been reported, was virtuous and
fortunate. Reubens, already mentioned, it may be augured that the
She was married to a French gentleman, was encouragement for Scriptural subjects will increase among
the mother of a large and respectable family, and died at us, so as to lead our artists into that highest walk of the
a good old age. Meanwhile, Patrick Ogilvie, her asso
ciate in the dark crime which threw a shade over her art; and I hope, in another year, the rooms of our two highly respectable exhibitions will present more specimens younger years, suffered in the Grassmarket. of that kind.
tleman, who had been a lieutenant in the regiment, was so much beloved by his fellow-soldiers, who hap
pened to be stationed at that time in Edinburgh Castle, TRADITIONARY NOTICES OF THE OLD TOLBOOTH that the public authorities judged it necessary to shut AND ITS TENANTS.-CONCLUDED.
them up in that fortress till the execution was over, lest By the Author of the “ Histories of the Scottish they might have attempted, what they had been heard to Rebellions."
threaten, a rescue. The case of Katherine Nairne, in 1766, excited, in no The Old Tolbooth was the scene of the suicide of small degree, the attention of the Scottish public. This Mungo Campbell, while under sentence of death for lady was allied, both by blood and marriage, to some shooting the Earl of Eglintoune. In the country where highly respectable families. Her crime was the double this memorable event took place, it is somewhat remarkone of poisoning her husband, and having an intrigue able that the fate of the murderer was inore generally lawith his brother, who was her associate in the murder. mented than that of the murdered person. Campbell, She was brought from the north country into Leith har- as we have heard, though what was called “ a graceless bour in an open boat, and, as fame had preceded her, man," and therefore not much esteemed by the Auld thousands of people flocked to the shore to see her. She Light people who there abound, was rather popular in has been described to us as standing erect in the boat, his profession of exciseman, on account of his rough, hodressed in a riding-habit, and having a switch in her nourable spirit, and his lenity in the matter of smuggling. hand, with which she amused herself. Her whole bear
The large white house, nearest the Castle, on the north side of ing betrayed so much levity, or was so different from the street.
This genLord Eglintoune, on the contrary, was not liked, on ac- his band. He kept a blacksmith in his pay, of the name count of the inconvenience which he occasioned to many of Smith, who forged exact copies of the keys he wanted, of his tenants by newfangled improvements, and his in- and with these it was his custom to open the shops of troduction into the country of a generally abhorred article, his fellow-tradesmen during the night. He thus found denominated rye-grass, which, for some reason we are opportunities of securely stealing whatsoever he wished to not farmer enough to explain, was fully as unpopular a possess. He carried on his malpractices for many years. measure as the bringing in of Prelacy had been a century Upon one shop in particular he made many severe exacbefore. Lord Eglintoune was in the habit of taking tions. This was the shop of a company of jewellers, in strange crotchets about his farms-crotchets quite at va- the North Bridge Street, namely, that at the south-east riance with the old-established prejudices of his tenantry. corner, where it joins the High Street. The unfortuHe sometimes tried to rouse the old stupid farmers of nate tradesmen from time to time missed many articles, Kyle from their negligence and supineness, by removing and paid off one or two faithful shopmen, under the imthem to other farms, or causing two to exchange their pression of their being guilty of the theft. They were possessions, in order, as he jocularly alleged, to prevent at length ruined. Brodie remained unsuspected, till hatheir furniture from getting mouldy, by long standing in ving committed a daring robbery upon the Excise-office particular damp corners. Though his lordship’s projects in Chessel's Court, Canongate, some circumstances transwere all undertaken in the spirit of improvement, and pired, which induced him to disappear from Edinburgh. though these emigrations were doubtless salutary in a Suspicion then becoming strong, he was pursued to Holplace where the people were then involved in much sloth land, and taken at Amsterdam, standing upright in a and nastiness, still they were premature, and carried on press or cupboard. At his trial, Henry Erskine, his with rather a harsh spirit. They therefore excited feel counsel, spoke very eloquently in his behalf, representing ings in the country people not at all favourable to bis in particular, to the jury, how strange and improbable a character. These, joined to the natural eagerness of the circumstance it was, that a man whom they had themcommon people to exult over the fall of tyranny, and the selves known from infancy as a person of good repute, puritanical spirit of the district, which disposed them to should have been guilty of such practices as those with regard his lordship’s peccadilloes as downright libertinism, which he was charged. He was, however, found guilty, altogether conspired against him, and tended to throw and sentenced to death, along with his accomplice Smith. the glory and the pity of the occasion upon his lordship’s At the trial he had appeared in a fine full-dress suit of slayer. Even Mungo's poaching was excused, as a more black clothes, the greater part of which was of silk, and amiable failing than the excessive love of preserving his deportment throughout the whole affair was comgame, which had always been the unpopular mania of pletely that of a gentleman. He continued during the the Eglintoune family. Mungo Campbell was a man period which intervened between his sentence and execurespectably connected, the son of a provost of Ayr, had tion, to dress himself well and to keep up his spirits. A been a dragoon in his youth, was eccentric in his manners, gentleman of our acquaintance, calling upon him in the a bachelor, and was considered, at Newmills, where he condemned room, was astonished to tind him singing the resided, as an austere and unsocial, but honourable, and song from the Beggar's Opera, “ 'Tis woman seduces all not immoral man. There can be no doubt that he rose mankind.” Having contrived to cut out the figure of a on his elbows and fired at his lordship, who had addi- draught-board on the stone floor of his dungeon, he tionally provoked him by bursting into a laugh at his amused himself by playing with any one who would join awkward fall. The Old Tolbooth was supposed by him, and, in default of such, with his right hand against many, at the time, to have had her usual failing in his left. This diagram remained in the room where it Mungo's case. The Argyll interest was said to have was so strangely out of place, till the destruction of the been employed in his favour, and the body, which was jail. His dress and deportment at the gallows were found suspended over the door, instead of being his, was equally gay with those which he assumed at his trial. thought to be that of a dead soldier from the castle sub- As the Earl of Morton was the first man executed by stituted in his place. His relations, however, who are the Maiden, so was Brodie the first who proved the exvery respectable people in Ayrshire, all acknowledge that cellence of an improvement he had formerly made on the he died by his own hand; and this was the general idea apparatus of the gibbet. This was the substitution of of the mob of Edinburgh, who, getting the body into what is called the drop, for the ancient practice of the their hands, trailed it down the street to the King's double ladder. He inspected the thing with a profesPark, and, inspired by different sentiments from those of sional air, and seemed to view the result of his ingenuity the Ayrshire people, were not satisfied till they got it up with a smile of satisfaction. When placed on that terto the top of Salisbury Crags, from which they precipi. rible and insecure pedestal, and while the rope was ad. tated it down the Cat Nick. Aged people in Ayrshire justed round his neck by the executioner, his courage did still remember the unwonted brilliancy of the aurora not forsake him.
On the contrary, even there, he exborealis on the midnight of Lord Eglintoune's death. hibited a sort of joyful levity, which, though not exactly Strange and awful whispers then went through the coun- composure, seemed to the spectators as more indicative of try, in correspondence
, as it were, with the streamers in indifference; he shuffled about, looked gaily around, and the sky, which were considered by the superstitious as finally went out of the world with bis hand stuck careexpressions on the face of heaven of satisfied wrath in the lessly into the open front of his vest.
The Tolbooth, in its old days, as its infirmities increaOne of the most remarkable criminals ever confined in sed, showed itself now and then incapable of retaining the Old Tolbooth was the celebrated William Brodie. prisoners of very ordinary rank.
Within the recollection As may be generally known, this was a man of respect of many people yet alive, a youth named Reid, the son able connexions, and who had moved in good society all of an innkeeper in the Grassmarket, while under sentence his life, unsuspected of any criminal pursuits. It is said of death for some felonious act, had the address to make that a habit of frequenting cock-pits was the first symp- his escape. Every means was resorted to for recovering tom he exhibited of a defalcation from virtue. His in-him, by search throughout the town, vigilance at all the genuity as a joiner gave him a fatal facility in the bur- ports, and the offer of a reward for his apprehension. glarious pursuits to which he afterwards addicted himself
. Yet he contrived fairly to cheat the gallows. The whole It was then customary for the shopkeepers of Edinburgh story of his escape is exceedingly curious. He took reto bang their keys upon a nail at the back of their doors, fuge in the great cylindrical mausoleum of Sir George or at least to take no pains in concealing them during the Mackenzie, in the Greyfriars' churchyard of Edinburg... day. Brodie used to take impressions of them in putty This place, besides its discomfort, was supposed to be or clay, a piece of which he could carry in the palm of haunted by the ghost of the persecutor circumstance
NOTES OF A TOUR.
of which Reid, an Edinburgh boy, must have been well Elgin's. But they are not friends to Letters. Cham
But he braved all these horrors for the sake of pollion, or Dr Browne, must visit and decipher the inhis life. He had been brought up in the Hospital of scription. The air of Bonhill is injurious to marble George Heriot, in the immediate neighbourhood of the everywhere, but in the hearts of landholders. However, churchyard, and had many boyish acquaintances still re- a monument, which, like the present county member, siding in that munificent establishment. Some of these stands up, but says nothing, is, like him, likely soon to he contrived to inform of his situation, enjoining them be shelved. It will make capital gate-posts. Rain again. to be secret, and beseeching them to assist him in his dis- At Bellevue no prospect. At Belleretiro no shelter. tress. The Herioters of those days had a very clannish Luss in the dark, but lightened by a kind welcome. spirit-insomuch, that to have neglected the interests or Memorandum- Marry and get children, and send them safety of any individual of the community, however un- hither to climb the braes, and get the first branches of worthy he might be of their friendship, would have been education and mountain ash. Luss water is perilously looked upon by them as a sin of the deepest dye. Reid's strong. Headach. Inveruglas a pattern glen. The confidents, therefore, considered themselves bound to assist roads here become less ambitious, and more convenient. him by all means in their power against that general foe Surveyors have discovered that hills, like fat landladies, -the public. They kept his secret most faithfully, spared are as broad as they are long." The name of the from their own meals as much food as supported him, pint of Firkin might suggest ideas of herring-barrels to a and ran the risk of severe punishment, as well as of see- Scotch Cockney. The road goes round it like a hoop ;ing ghosts, by visiting him every night in his horrible we went with a halloo! Stockgown—a spot for a poet ! abode. They were his only confidents_his very parents, May its possessor live as long as he likes, and leave it to who lived not far off, being ignorant of the place of his me afterwards ! Many a sheep's eye I've thrown at it concealment. About six weeks after his escape from coincident taste with the Dean of Faculty, who longs for jail, when the hue and cry had in a great measure sub. it too. Pleasing, but provoking. Fifty to one on him sided, he ventured to leave the tomb, and it was after- against me! Meanwhile, let me express myself thus : wards known that he escaped abroad.
The subsequent history of the Old Tolbooth contains 'Tis ever thus ! Let me but dream a hope,
And sleep Aies frightend ere the glimpse of day; now look in vain for the many antique associations which Like snow-fakes on the mountain's lofty slope,
Whate'er I dare to wish for fades away crowded round the spot it once occupied.
But tinged, while melting, with a roseate ray,
As is the cloudlet sunn'd into decay ;
Or but survives the rapture of its birth,
To live an alien-gladdening not its home!
Where I had hoped in manhood's prime to come, LIKE every body else, I never set out on an excursion, And lay my brow upon the lap of Peace but I resolved to write down the observations which oc- 'Twill be another's, ere that noontide hour ! enrred to me, when what was either new or striking in But let all sorrow for his fortune ceasecharacter or scenery presented itself. Like every body 'Tis pride to love like him-lord of his soul's high else, I never fully fulfilled these laudable intentions. I
power! have beside me as many half-filled and wholly soiled me
Tarbet—English grooms unrivalled in rubbing down morandum-books, as I have taken journeys in my lifetime. The first page is always very completely crammed, and astonish honest Donald, by taking as much care of a
and swearing up. Work as fast as they talk though, and carefully written. It comprises the date and hour of my departure, and a resolution to employ all its suc
horse as a baby, and washing it more than ever was done cessors to equal advantage. The second is more sparse, sidence for an English party, who have made it their
to “ wee Duncay." Of Arrochar-Its inn now a reand only one-half of the third is obscured with pencilling.
home. Glencroe_" Rest and be thankful” removed Neither the fourth nor fifth usually have a word upon from its site. There we can neither rest nor be thankthem, but about the tenth I scribble some verses, resol
ful now. ving to fill up the preceding blanks with sober prose de- menders exhibit the march of mind in the waggon they
A shoe and two hours lost. Highland roadtail at the very first leisure moment—a period of time which, rapidly as time proceeds, has never yet arrived.
now pig snugly in, in place of sleeping on the heather.
Sixteen go into very small space. Cairndow— DrunkI have just been looking over the disjecta membra of my
en blacksmith, choleric little landlord, with glimpses of latest journal, and they are at your service. July 1829.—A good horse beneath me, a cloak pretty nieces through a window, and of a dinner two hours
off. Job. Farther draughts on patience dishonoured. buckled before, and a valise behind a pleasant companion
“ No effects” in the stomach. Short landlord and long at my side, and ominous appearances of rain above me off I set. In an hour I am very comfortably wet through. like Sterne's Slawkenbergius
, with arms akimbo, and noses
complaints. Good dinner after all. -- Enter Inverary My route lies through Dumbarton. Bowling to that at Dumbarton is the longest space, called lengthened out by our cigars. The natives deem the two miles, on this side of the Equator. Literature is at fiery points, as seen through the gloom, ominous of an Death's door in Dumbarton. The public library is additional consumpt of herrings next morning. Second
Walker's inn worthy of all comcheek-by-jowl with the churchyard. The bridge is a fine sight right for once. example of building in the style of the first letter of the mendation ; the plenty of the Highlands, with the comalphabet. The nephew of the King of France, who cross
forts of a city. Dalmally.--A strive between the rain ed it the other day, thought of the famous exploit of his and our horses which should pelt fastest. Every body at
church-even the ostler. The houses left behind, ancestor, who was known to
though; and, as Philpotts once said at Durham, “ Not “ March up a hill and then march down again.” a stall to be had.”—“ Every man bis own groom." A Found a tollman whose faith was great ; for, failing his torrent of eloquence and rain. Highlanders' hearts copper currency, he had not brass to ask credit for the more easily penetrated than their plaids. Service over, balance—but gave it ! Smollett is a name delighted in but spiritual consolation still in great request. The dineverywhere but at Renton. The pillar that was reared ner such only as Dalmally could furnish. Salmon firm to his memory, is no longer a monument to him—but of as a rock, and Aaky as snow; and mutton melting in the his descendants. Their taste for ruins surpasses Lord mouth, like-Heaven knows what! Tacksman of the
SONNET WRITTEN ON BERIGONIUM.
fishery_intelligent and polite. New act beneficial. If Route by Glenfalloch to Tarbet.-Ride down the Gare a jubilee of two years were given to the fish, they would Loch, an epitome of Highland scenery. Helensburghbe as plenty as ever in Scotland. Ride to Bunaw_finest Check shirts ominous of a regatta-likely to be some in the world—site of the “ Highland Widow's” cottage. sailing matches of more kinds than one ; and probably a Blessings of the new act for churches. Good taste of row or two_Gigs and giggling-picked up some knowtheir designs. Manses excellent. Sleep in one. Silent ledge of signals—and the following staves : thanks to the absent and excellent owner. Connel Ferry
THE YACHTMAN'S CHANT. - Scylla and Charybdis, and Corrievreckan. -- Berigo- The echo of the signal gun is booming o'er the brine, nium. Get poetical.
Our barks are riding fast, yet free, all ready in their line;
Up with the anchors, boys, and spread the canvass to the This, then, is Berigonium where I stand,
spray, A mass of rock, with turf half cover'd o'er,
'Twill have a wetting yet, I guess, ere we are half our And brow that is with many tempests hoar
way. While kindred hills look down from either strand. That it is beautiful, I need no more
The red cross of our native land is flying at the main, Than but to turn and gaze on every hand,
And its music sends across the wave a fond and farewell Or look upon the blue sea stretch'd before,
strain : Girdling with love and lustre round the land !
Ha ! now she scuds before the breeze! with every bound Of what it was, Tradition's lofty dreams,
she gives Shaping the clouds of far past Time to form,
Each gallant heart more quickly heaves, each man more Would picture here a citadel of storm,
keenly lives. And halls of high debate on lofty themes. My faith's, perchance, as baseless, but more rare
Away! away! no reefing here ; we'll take all winds that I see thee as thou art—for ever bright and fair !
blow, Lochnell—lately made a ten hours' ride from Edin- Unless they split to ribbons up our wings, as on we go ; burgh—bet gained and leather lost. Spa at Durar—the And if they do, why then we'll scud, as we have done whisky preferable. Highland baronet resorting to it for
before, a sea-bathing place—five miles inland. French wander- With stout hearts in our chequer'd guise, and stout hands
at the oar. ers in these wilds—a tune on the hurdy-gurdy. Malbrook in Appin !–Portnacroish-terrible breakfast - Ap- There's gallant seamen in our wake, but fortune leads us pin House—the bird that drew me thither flown ! Ballachulish.—Good fortune, kind friends—distinguished guests—venerable prelate_scientific field officer—and Hurrah ! the signal flag is pass'd, and hark! the victor's myself in a short coat! Thank Heaven, however, here a
gun; man's fitness for society was not measured any longer by To land! though there more perils wait from yonder the length of his tail ! Loch Leven—Steam-boats pere- Than e'er was known upon the deep, in story or in song,
lovely throng, trating now to the remotest wilds, wherever water can carry them, or lowland comforts bave penetrated. Why The inn at Helensburgh is excellent—the eatables and is there not one on Lochawe? Gigantic or Cyclopean drinkables worthy of Meg Dods, whose mantle Mrs Bell slate quarries, where the earth turns itself outside in. has certainly caught, and made the Baths equal to the “ Glencoe Inn !"— Time bath wrought strange altera- Cleikum. Dunoon.— The old castle guarding the new, tions. But even yet, to enquire after the site of the like a veteran warding the sleep of beauty-the seat of massacre, makes the lonely dweller in the glen walk more rude kings and domineering prelates now the retreat of a erect in the consciousness of having inherited a wrong, personification of the power that has supplanted the sway and that is about the same as being heir to an honour.
of both these elements of might--commercial wealth and The road up the valley-disappointed till near the summit intelligence.- A propos of prelates : of the ascent. There, it is all that imagination could pic- INSCRIPTION FOR THE CAIRN ON THE BISHOP'S SEAT, DU NOOX. ture, or Martin copy. King's House—not a blush on the sky, but enough on the landlord's face— Bardolph
Read, while you rest, ye who have hither climbid, outdone—the day grew sunny in the light of his counte
Obeying thus the impulse all have felt
The universal passion of the hills-
To stand with but the arch of heaven above,
And, as if midway to't, look down on earth! fifty waterfalls, that would any one of them make the
This lofty place of rest is strangely named Vauxhall men's fortune-a good inn, and surpassing
The Bishop's Seat ; Oh! how unlike the stall mutton chops—lack of employment was supplied by what
Where full-fed prelacy may slumber soft!
Yet hath it been so call'd because 'tis beautiful, was thus
And fretted o'er with Nature's cunning carving ! WRITTEN ON A WINDOW-SHUTTER AT THE INN OF TYNDRUM. Round it the turf is softer than the seat While idle scribblers give to crystal fame
Souls have been lost to place the body on; The scratchy letters of their mistress' name,
And then, 'tis lofty as ambition's wish, I only venture thus a verse to scrawl,
And looks upon a little world below, Which the next hand may wipe from off the wall : Sleeping in sunshine, while the lonely wind "Twill be of one whose cherish'd name shall ne'er
Frets round its cold domain in sullen pride; Bless with its melody the vulgar ear;
And higher yet before it mountains climb, Nor, 'twixt the light and gazers at the rain,
Whose summits look more beautiful than this, Shine out, the wonder of a six-inch pane ;
As doth the Arch-Episcopalian crown But on my heart of hearts 'tis 'graven deep,
To him whose mitre hath a meaner peak! Till death all record from that tablet sweep
Yet once again 'tis strangely term'd, for here Yea, when that trembler throbs no more with care, No bulky priest hath ever sat him down. That name shall still be found engraven there :
Yet, were mine office to exhort mankind, As shatter'd marbles in the Libyan waste,
Oh! what inspired homilies might I Show still the letters learning there had placed ; Speak with the trumpet-tongue of highest stance, But trust me, love, the homage due to you,
Gathering, in gladness, from the hills around, Shall not, like these on glass, be so seen through. The loftiest earthly aids to loftier thoughts !