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it, which he did with a twinkling in his eye, and a work- of tadpoles ; there, finding himself so faint from fatigue ing, as of deep grief, in the muscles of his face ; but in a that he could not brook the idea of going round by the minute he violently crushed the letter, put it in his pocket, end of the moss, and being far less able to make his way and, turning anew to his foe with glaring eyes of anger, through the middle of it, by leaping from hagg to hagg, told him that all was ready. And now we shall only he threw himself down on the sunny side of some long state generally, that, within an hour from the first pro- reeds, and fell fast asleep. vocation of the evening, this mortal and irregular duel He was waked by the screaming of lapwings, and the was settled, and left Robson shot through the body by his noise of a neighbouring bittern, to a feeling of violent antagonist. No sooner did Hawkins see him fall, than throbbing, headach, and nausea, which were probably horror and remorse for his deed rushed upon him ; he ran owing to the sun's having beat upon him whilst he lay to the prostrate youth, attempted to raise him up, but asleep, aggravated by the reflection from the reeds. He dared not offer pity or ask forgiveness, for which his soul arose; but, finding himself quite unable to pursue his yet panted. The wounded man rejected his assistance, journey, again threw himself down on a small airy brow waved him off, and thus faintly but fearfully spoke :- of land, to get what breeze might be stirring abroad. “Now, mine enemy! I will tell you, that you may soon- | There were several companies people at work digging er know the curse of God, which shall for ever cling and peats in the moss, and one party now sat down very near warp itself round all the red cords of your heart— That him to their dinner. One of them, a young woman, had letter from my mother, which you saw me read, told me passed so near him, as to be able to guess, from his counof the death of that sister Emily whom I so loved ; tenance, that he was unwell ; and in a few minutes, with whom you—oh, God !—who never recovered from your the fine charity of womanhood, she came to him with villainy. And my father, too !-Off, fiend, nor mock some food, of which, to satisfy her kindness, rather than me !-you shall not so triumph,—you shall not see me his own hunger, he ate a little. The'air changed in the die !" So saying, the wounded youth, who was lying on afternoon, and streaming clouds of hail crossed over that his back, with his pale writhen features upturned, and wild country; yet he lay still. Party after party left dimly seen in the twilight, with a convulsive effort now the moss, and yet he was there. He made, indeed, a threw himself round, with his face upon the grass. In show of leaving the place at a quick rate, to disappoint a fearful agony stood Hawkins, twisting his hands, not the fears of the people who had seen him at ndon," and knowing whether again to attempt raising his victim, or who, as they again came near to gather up their supernuto run to the city for a surgeon. The former he at length merary clothes, were evidently perplexed on his account, did, and found no resistance ; for, alas! the unhappy which they showed, by looking first towards him, and youth was dead. The appearance of two or three indi- then at each other. It was all he could do to get quite viduals now making towards the bloody spot, which was out of their sight beyond a little eminence; and there, near the suburbs of the town, and to which, in all proba- once more, he lay down in utter prostration of mind and bility, they had been drawn by the report of the pistols, body. roused Hawkins, for the first time, to a sense of his own Twilight began to darken upon the pools of that dedanger. He quickly left the ground, dashed through the solate place. The wild birds were gone to their heathy fields, and, without distinctly calculating his route, in- nests ; all, save the curlew, whose bravura was still sung stinctively turned towards his native district.

over the fells, and borne far away into the dim and silent As he proceeded onwards, he began to consider the night. At length a tall, powerful-looking man came bearings of his difficult situation, and at last resolved to stepping through the moss, and as he passed near the poor hasten on through the country, to lay his case before his youth, asked, in slow speech, who he was. In the reexcellent friend Frank Dillon, who was the only son of action of nature, Hawkins was, in a moment, anxious a gentleman in the western parts of Galloway, and who, about his situation, and replied to him that he had fallen he knew, was at present residing with his father. Full sick on his way, and was unable to go in quest of a restof the most riotous glee, and nimble-witted as Mercutio, ing-place for the night. Approaching and turning himFrank, he was aware, could be no less gravely wise as an self round to the youth as he arose, the Genius of the adviser in a difficult emergency, and he determined, in the place had him on his back in a moment, and went off present case, to be wholly ruled by his opinion. Invigo- with him carelessly and in silence over the heath. In rated, from thus having settled for himself a definite about half an hour they came to a lonely cottage, which course, he walked swiftly forward through the night, the kind animal entered ; and, setting the young man which shone with the finest beauty of the moon. Yet down, without the least appearance of fatigue on his part, what peace to the murderer - whose red title not the Here, gudewife,” said he, “ is a bairn tye, that I hae fairest duellist, who has slain a human being, can to his foun' i' the moss : now, let us see ye be gude to him." own conscience reduce? The cold glittering leaves on Either this injunction was very effective, or it was not the trees, struck with a quick, momentary gust, made him at all necessary; for, had the youth been her own son, start as he passed ; and the shadowy foot and figure of come from a far country to see her, this hostess of the the lover coming round from the back window of the lone cottage could not have treated him more kindly. From cottage, was to his startled apprehension the avenger of his little conversation during the evening, her husband, blood at hand. As he looked afar along the glittering like most very bulky men, appeared to be of dull intellect; road, the black fir-trees upon the edge of the moor seemed but there was a third personage in the composition of his men coming running down to meet him ; and the long household, a younger brother, a very little man--the howl of some houseless cur, and the distant hoof of the flower of the flock—who made ample amends for his ser traveller, which struck his listening ear with two or three nior brother's deficiencies as a talker. A smattering of batings, seemed all in the track of pursuit and vengeance. church-history had filled his soul with a thousand stories Morning came, and to the weary fugitive was agreeably of persecution and martyrdom ; and, from some old his cloudy; but the sun arose upon him in the forenoon, tory of America, he had gained a little knowledge of Up shining from between the glassy, glistering clouds, with per Canada, for which, Hawkins was during the night far greater heat than he does from a pure blue sky. repeatedly given to understand, he was once on the very Hawkins had now crossed many a broad acre of the point of setting out, an abiding embryo of bold travels weary moorlands, fatigued and thirsty, his heart beating which, in his own-eye, seemed to invest him with all the in his ears, and not a drop of water that he could see to honours and privileges of bona fide voyagers

. His guest sprinkle the

dry pulses of his bosom, when he came to a had a thousand questions put to him on these interesting long

morass, which barred his straightforward path. His topics, less for his answers, it was evident, than for an first business was to quench

his thirst from a dull stank, opportunity to the little man of setting forth his own in overgrown with paddowpipe, and black with myriads formation. All this was tolerably fair ; but it was truly


disgusting, when the little oracle took the Bible after and with knees knocking against each other, he stumbled supper, and, in place of his elder brother, who was other out of the bouse, and making his way by chance to an wise also the head of the family, performed the religious idle quarry, overgrown with weeds, he there threw himservices of the evening, presuming to add a comment to self down, with his face on the ground. In this situation the chapter which he read; to enforce which, his elbow he lay the whole night and all next forenoon; and in the was drawn back to the sharpest angle of edification, from afternoon— for he had occasionally risen to look for the which, ever and anon unslinging itself like a shifting assembling of the funeral train—he joined the small rhomboid, it forced forward the stiff information in many group who carried his Emily to the churchyard, and saw a pompous instalment. The pertinacious forefinger was her young body laid in the grave. Oh! who can cast at work too; and before it trembled the mystic Babylon, away carelessly, like a useless thing, the finely-moulded which, in a side argument, that digit was uplifted to de- clay, perfumed with the lingering beauty of warm mo

Moreover, the whole lecture was given in a tions, sweet graces, and young charities ! But had not sereaking, pragmatic voice, which sounded like the sharp- the young man, think ye, tenfold reason to weep for her ing of thatchers' knives.

whom he now saw laid down within the dark shadow Next morning the duellist renewed his journey, hoping of the grave ? against eveningtide to reach Dillon's house, which he In the evening, he found his way to Frank Dillon's ; guessed could not now be more than forty miles distant. met his friend by chance at a little distance from his faAbout mid-afternoon, as he was going through a small ther's house, and told him at once his unhappy situation. hamlet of five or six cottages, he stepped into one of them, “ My father,” replied Frank, “cannot be an adviser and requested a little water to drink. There was a here, because he is a justice of the peace. But he has hushed solemnity, he could see in a moment, throughout been at London for some time, and I do not expect him the little apartment into which, rather too unceremoni- home till to-morrow. So you can go with me to our house ously, he had entered; and a kind-looking matron, in a for this night, where we shall deliberate what next must dark robe, whispered in his ear, as she gave him a por- be done in this truly sad affair of yours. Come on." ringer of sweet water, with a little oatmeal sprinkled It is unnecessary for us to explain at length the circumupon it, that an only daughter of the house, a fine young stances which frustrated the friendly intentions of Dillon, woman, was lying "a corpse.” Without noticing his and which enabled the officers of justice to trace Hawpresence, and indeed with her face hid, sat the mother kins to his place of concealment. They arrived that very doubtless of the maiden, heedless of the whispered conso- evening; and, notwithstanding the efforts of Frank to lations of two or three officious matrons, and racking in save his friend, secured the unhappy duellist; who, withthat full and intense sorrow with which strangers cannot in two days afterwards, found himself in Edinburgh, seintermeddle. The sloping beams of the declining sun curely lodged in jail. shone beautifully in through a small lattice, illumining a The issue of Hawkins's trial was, that he was conhalf-decayed nosegay of flowers which stood on the sunny demned death as a murderer. This severe sentence of whitewashed sill — emblem of a more sorrowful decay != the law was, however, commuted into that of banishment and after traversing the middle of the apartment, with a for seven years. But he never again returned to his nathin deep bar of light, peopled by a maze of dancing tive country. And it must be told of him also, that no motes

, struck into the white bed, where lay something happiness ever shone upon this after-life of his. Indecovered up and awfully indistinct, like sanctified thing pendent of his first crime, which brought a beautiful not to be gazed at, which the fugitive's fascinated eye young woman prematurely to the grave, he had broken set tried to shape into the elegant body of the maiden as rashly“ into the bloody house of life,” and, in the lanshe lay below her virgin sheets purer than they, with the guage of Holy writ, “slain a young man to his hurt.” salt above her still and unvexed bosom. The restricted 0! for that still and quiet conscience—those third din of boys at play— for that buoyant age is yet truly re- heavens within a man, wherein he can soar within himFerential, and feels most deeply the solemn occasion of self and be at peace, where the image of God shines down, death-was heard faintand aloof from the house of mourn- never dislimned nor long hid by those wild racks and ing. This, and the lonely chirrup of a single sparrow deep continents of gloom which come over the soul of the from the thatch; the soft purring of the cat at the sunny blood-guilty man! pane; the muffled tread of the mourners over the thresh

and the audible grief of that poor mother, seemed, instead of interruption, rather parts of the solemn still

FINE ARTS. As Hawkins was going out, after lingering a minute in this sacred interior, he met, in the narrow passge which led to the door, a man with the coffin, on the

MR M'DONALD'S STATUES. lid of which he read, as it was pushed up to his very face, “ Emily Robson, aged 22.” The heart of the murderer The exhibition of these fine works of art opened on -the seducer-was in a moment as if steeped in the be- Thursday. It was a glad day for Scotland. She has numbing waters of petrifaction: he was horrified: he distinguished herself in literature and science ;—in paintwould fain have passed, but could not for want of room; ing and architecture she has of late years rapidly advanand as the coffin was not to be withdrawn in accommo- ced ; and now sculpture, the most lofty perhaps, because dation to him, he was pushed again into the interior of the most severe, of the arts, assumes her hitherto vacant the cottage to encounter a look of piercing recognition station by the side of her sisters. Independently altogefrom Emily's afflicted mother, who had started up on ther of the high merits of the statues, it is delightful to hearing the hollow grating of the coffin as it struck occa- observe the perseverance and devotion to his art exhibitsionally on the walls of the narrow entrance. “ Take ed by Mr M'Donald in undertaking, and in the course him away -take him away—take him away!" she of a few months completing, such a colossal work as that screamed, when she saw Hawkins, and pressed her face we are about to notice—the more particularly as he comdown on the white bed of death. As for the youth, who menced his enterprise almost entirely unsupported by the was fearfully conscious of another bloody woe which had sympathizing expectations of friends, or any prospect of not yet reached her heart, and of which he was still the patronage. Nor should we omit to allude, in passing, to author, and who saw, moreover, that this poor mother the prompt and liberal manner in which the Directors of was now come to poverty, probably from his own first the Royal Institution have met his exertions. And these injury against the peace of her family, he needed not to things being premised, let us turn to the work itself,

With conscience, that truest conduct which is of a kind that can stand the most severe critiing-rod, flashing its moral electricities of shame and fear, ( cism.



be told to depart.

The subject of this piece of statuary is the story of time to admit of its being visited by the natives on their Ajax rescuing the body of Patroclus. It is expressed by return. What may be its success, it is not easy to prea group of three colossal figures. The centre figure is dict. M‘Donald, although he has raised himself in life Ajax, bearing on his left arm the body of Patroclus; the by his own talents alone, is, unfortunately, a regular artright is raised in act to strike, the body is inclined for- ist, and the crowd are generally attracted only by what ward as if advancing, and slightly swayed to the right is done by any one out of his own profession. A lawyer side, to enable him to deal the heavier blow. To the preaching a sermon, a Quaker performing Charles Surright of Ajax, and rather crossing his onward path, is a face, or drawings executed by a man without hands, colfallen Trojan warrior. He stems himself up on his lect a mob at any time. Besides, sculpture is of all the right arm, interposing the left, from which the shield has arts the most abstracted and severe ; that which the most been beaten, in a last despairing attempt to ward off the requires, for its due appreciation, a long and intimate descending blow of his enemy. The long reclining pos- acquaintance with its productions. Still we hope that ture of this figure, the forward bend of Ajax, the relaxed | M'Donald's merits may meet with the encouragement and pensile body of Patroclus, bring the whole group they deserve.—Allan has gone to France and Italy for a within a condensed and graceful outline, while their in- couple of years. He travels for the benefit of his health, dividual lines flow with the utmost harmony into each and the condition of an invalid is not favourable for study. other. At the same time, the appearance of onward mo- But whoever knows Allan, knows that no moment in tion given by the direction of the different lines to the which he is capable of exertion will be lost. May he group, communicates a simplicity and impetuosity of come back to us with established health, and as willing expression, carrying at once to the heart the fierce poetry and able as ever to make glad our evenings by the genial of the story. We have never seen any thing in sculp- flow of his wit !-We shall take an early opportunity of ture, where the seemingly incompatible requisites of in- noticing the highly-interesting collection of casts belong. tense power of expression, and harmonious beauty of ar- ing to this body, and of mentioning Allan's successor as rangement, were more happily blended, and that so easily master of the Trustees' Academy.-Lauder has lately and unconstrainedly as to appear the consequence of a executed two or three landscape sketches, which evince happy inspiration.

an exquisite feeling of the beautiful in this branch of the On proceeding to examine the work in detail, we find art. He is also concocting a large historical piece, and we everywhere individual traits which excite our admira- are glad to perceive that he has a high aim in his professiontion. We have noticed how happily the artist has solved al exertions.-—Watson Gordon has just finished some very the difficult problem of uniting the two extreme requi- noble portraits, among which are Lord Dalhousie and his sites of art. We have now to advert to his mastery of a lady, and Mrs Deans, in her splendid Lalla Rookh dress, scarcely minor difficulty, namely, the successful adherence in which she appeared at our last fancy ball. This latter to the truth of nature, in forms to which he has imparted picture, which is full-length, is among the very finest an ideal strength and perfection of contour. A distin- efforts of Watson Gordon's genius.-- Duncan is busy on guished anatomist of this city remarked, that he could read “ Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen." a lecture on the muscles from the figure of the fallen war. In expression and felicitous colouring, it far surpasses rior, so correct is its anatomy. In addition to this, it seems any of his former exertions.-Angus Fletcher is engaged to us that Mr M‘Donald has succeeded in imparting to on a monumental design, which promises well. We have the surface of his statues, that apparent sensibility which not yet seen any work of this young artist which we characterises the surface of the human body. He has also could exactly say evinces great power; but he has a cormarked, with a delicacy and truth we have never seen sur- rect taste, fine perception of the beautiful, and great happassed, the universal relaxation in the pendent body of the piness in catching likenesses.— Most of our other artists dead man, and the quiet of death in his features. The are scattered through the country—some north, some south repose of Patroclus' countenance is finely contrasted with some, like bees, to return home with honied treasure the stern, calculating look of Ajax, concentrating his forces some painting old dowagers, and reaping the golden fruits for the blow, seeking the best spot to plant it, and mea- of their Jabours.Gibb, a promising young painter, has suring his distance; as also with the look of unsubdued been in Westmoreland, taking many delightful views, undefiance turned up to him by his prostrate foe, while thearm der the direction of Professor Wilson, who means to have upon which the Trojan bears himself up from the earth, a selection of them engraved for his forthcoming work, appears to the eye strained by the incumbent weight. We illustrative of the “ lights and shadows” of the Lake are unwilling, with a work of such decided genius, to de- scenery. We have already paid a compliment to the scend to petty cavils : nor, indeed, does it afford much Directors of the Institution, and they will not take it room for them. The only thing we desiderate is, that amiss if we now venture to ask them, in a tone of reMr M‘Donald would give a greater appearance of mass- monstrance, what use they intend to make of the works iveness to the sword of Ajax. Its present size scarcely of art which they are gradually amassing? It is well

, corresponds with the colossal character of the piece. that by affording the artists opportunities of coming be

These imperfect remarks are all that we have had time fore the public, and by occasionally purchasing a work of to throw together on this interesting subject ; to which, merit, they give a stimulus to art. But it would be bethowever, we may perhaps return. In the meantime, we ter if they paid a little attention to the lodging and arhesitate not to predict, that this production will form an rangement of their acquisitions. At present they lie of era in the history of British statuary; and we feel proud hang scattered around the octagon and the long room, in that it has been achieved by another of the long list of a manner that gives these apartments much the appearScottish peasants, (a noble breed of men,) the power of ance of a lumber-garret. Yet there are among them whose genius has been able to surmount all the disadvan- some pictures of considerable pretensions. There is also tages of their station,

a collection of casts from the Elgin marbles, presented to the Institution by the noble importer, which, from the

excellency of their execution, are scarcely less valuable to News of our Edinburgh Artists.Mr M‘Donald the artist and student than the originals

. These might has been induced to exhibit the work we have just de easily be so arranged as to give to the

seemingly dismantled scribed, at this empty season, by the offer of the Direct- rooms an elegant appearance; and, what is of far greater ors of the Institution to let him bave their room gratis, importance, were they thus arranged, and made patent at until they require it for their own purposes. The statues intervals to the public, they might have a most beneficial will, by this arrangement, be seen by those strangers of influence in improving the national taste. distinction who visit Edinburgh during the autumn ; and the exhibition will remain open a sufficient length of

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And the twilight shade of thy pensive brow
Is sweeter to me than a noon of smiles.

Were I to choose a country town to live in,
Thy fine-toned heart, like the harp of the winds, I think I'd fix on Penrith ; for to it

Answers in sweetness each breeze that sings; A soft and tranquil beauty has been given
And the storm of grief, and the breath of joy,

That soothes me like the page of Holy Writ:
Draw nothing but music from its strings. It was a summer evening, about seven,

When I first enter'd it, and the glad sun threw,
The bird that skimm'd the shoreless deep,

Down from the clouds, with which he long had striven,
Saw but one ark where its rest might be ;

A smile, that fell upon the land like dew.
And the heart that has roved through a desert world, 0 ! little was there of an earthly leaven
Has never met aught in that world like thee. In the deep thoughts that fill'd my bosom here !

The coachman, too, by whom I had been driven,
My spirit may soar to brighter worlds,

Stopp'd at the inn to take a glass of beer ;
And rest in the isles of some happy sea ;

And what a Hebe brought it him! By heaven!
But where, in the brightest of worlds, shall it meet Her eye was worth five thousand pounds a-year.
Another spirit as pure as thee?


But, God forbid that ever I should dwell, SONNETS ILLUSTRATIVE OF AN EXCURSION A piddling blockhead in a country town! TO WESTMORELAND,

Within the hearing of its crack'd church-bell,

A vegetating thing_a neuter noun!
A scandal-talker, and a theme for scandal,

An undervaluer of my neighbours' wares,
Edina ! desert of forsaken stone!

A cynic, searching with a lighted candle (Yet fair in all thy summer emptiness,)

In all men's necks, in hopes to find out hairs; Why should I wander through thy streets alone, The old maid's best companion,- poor driveller, Among the tombs a ghost companionless ?

Haggling with butchers, quarrelling with bakers, There's not a lawyer's clerk but has gone off,

Without a friend but some psalm-singing sniveller, Like an ill-loaded gun, straight to some moor;

Whose family is like a bunch of undertakers :There's not a tailor, to escape the scoff

Rather than suffer such a life as this, Of brother tailors, but now takes a tour.

I'd, squib-like, leave the world with one small crack and One cow would dine the people who remain

For a whole week ;-one baker bake too much :
I hold him, therefore, perfectly insane,
Or lazier than the laziest of the Dutch,

Away-away into the land of lakes!
Who longer can the season's law withstand,

Away into the depths of mountain scenery! A coach ! a coach! I'm off for Westmoreland !

Where Nature's face a wilder aspect takes,

And all she does is with enlarged machinery.

The world is here shut out. The busy road

Of hope and disappointment is forgot ;

Pale-faced Ambition lays aside his load, Accept a catalogue of the Scottish towns

And Grandeur learns to moralise his lot. In which I gain'd the gaze of gaping clowns;

One sunset smile on Grassmere's lilied breast, Dalkeith, deck'd out to do her Duke due duty,

One muttering storm that sails down Tilberthwaite, But lately wed to youth, and worth, and beauty;

One hour in Yewdale of hush'd Sabbath rest, Poor Pennycuik, with its French-prisoner face,

Mocks with resistless satire life's vain state ;
A puny, piddling, paltry, paper place;

Let pomp fall prostrate on the mountain sod,
Selkirk, with souters sewing soft-soled shoes,
Most mongrel monsters mock'd by many a muse ;

And feel the presence of the unseen God.
Hush'd, happy Hawick, hale and hearty home
Of roguish rustics rarely given to roam ;

Low-lying Langholm, lively, though not large,
The soldier-landlord still knows how to charge :

Afloat! afloat ! on sunny Windermere,
And these were all (I give them in their order)

With Bowness gleaming on the wooded shore, Until, with bounding heart, I cross'd the Border.

And all the high hills rising bright and clear,

As in my dreams I pictured them of yore !
Fair lake ! thou art among the sights that bring

No sad conviction how the fancy cheats ;

I read of thee in life's romantic spring, Bright, merry England ! mountainless and green,

And even now my sober'd spirit greets Stretching in champagne beauty far away!

Thy deep-abiding loveliness, and drinks Welcome to one too long condemn'd to stray

In rapt delight a gushing tide of joy; In yon bleak clime of whisky, mist, and spleen!

No more my heart in secret sorrow sinks, Welcome, with all thy hedgerows mapping out

It throbs! it bounds! I am again a boy! Into rich meadows thy delightful land;

And like fresh youth, even when my leaf is sere, Welcome, with thy hot muffins and brown stout,

Will come the thought of thee-bright, glorious WinderThy bold glad voices, and thy breezes bland ;

mere ! Welcome, with thy brick houses and fat pork,

Thy tidy damsels, and thy bluff John Bulls; Welcome thy cities, from Carlisle to York,

A poet's home! and worthy so to be !
Thy hamlet spires, and busy village schools ;

Such as is seen by Arno's classic stream,
And welcome, O! more welcome than all these,
Thy ale delicious and thy Stilton cheese!

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