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HER FATHER TO ACCOMPANY HER HUSBAND TO SCOT-
LAND.

& Burns; and in weaving verses, as well as table-cloths, but we cannot resist quoting the following lines, which, Mr Strachan reflects no inconsiderable lustre upon the we are told, were “spoken extempore," and which were adventurers of the shuttle now resident in the ancient and no doubt poured forth in a moment of lofty inspiration : good town of Forres. Passing over his longer poem, “ VERSES ON A FRIEND OF THE AUTHOR'S PARTING FROM which is in the Spenserian verse, and is in many parts spirited and natural, we prefer taking our extract from one of the minor pieces, entitled “ The Reverie.” It is a

“ Adieu, kind Father! we must sever, passage descriptive of the effects of fine natural scenery

I to join my husband fly; upon a poet's mind :

Trust it will not be for ever, “ How sweet through Nature's wildest scenes to stray,

Calm be that prophetic sigh.
And give to sportive toil the cheerful day !
By torrent's roar, and shaggy pass, to trace

“ Now Frederando calls me forth, The wizard feature, and the rugged grace,

Let me then undaunted

go With magic softness that subdue the heart,

To crowded cities of the north,
And still new raptures to the soul impart.

Land of comfort-not of woe.
The wild woods hanging o'er the narrow dale,
The mountains shrouded in their azure veil,

“ Have you mark'd his fond affection, The hoary cliffs, in solemn grandeur piled,

Both for you and me the same? That shade the green-clad vale, serenely mild,

Smile with joy on this connexion,
And distant lake, exulting in the rays

Bless the day my Fred'rick came.
That sportive on its dazzling bosom blaze;
Then o'er these scenes the poet's eye will roll,

“ When Vice lured and when she courted, While bounds from earth to heaven his ravish'd soul,

Proof against her wiles I stood; And, fraught with fancy and celestial tire,

When th' assembly vot'ries flirted,
He wakes to wildest notes his mountain lyre.

Then I stemm'd the rushing flood.
Peace to your honour'd shades ! ye heaven-taught throng!
Who breatbed, ʼmid Scotia's wilds, the voice of song ;

“ Yes, my soul disdain'd its meanness, Sweet be your rest as the loved strains ye sung,

Spurn'd intatuating toys; And soft, as sounds that o'er your harps once hung !

She subjects her friends to leanness,
Well could the minstrel in the days of yore,

Robs them of celestial joys !"
Skill'd in his country's legendary lore,
Make from his harp the soothing measures flow,

If possible, we think the opening of the following poem Warming with then the chilly breast of woe;

still finer than the above, although certainly there is no His melting airs the still cold heart could move,

thing finer in any modern poet than what Mrs Cookson And tune the jarring passions all to love.

so beautifully says of Vice, that The harp, assuming still a nobler strain, With martial sounds would animate the swain ;

“ She subjects her friends to leanness," Fan in his glowing breast the glorious flame, To earn in honour's field the prize of fame.

a line which ought to be printed in letters of gold : His country's foes arranged in dread array

SUPPOSED TO BE SPOKEN BY A LADY WHILST HER LOVER With dauntless heart be sought the wild affray:

WAS DYING.
Strong was his arm ; for Freedom's right he stood,
Till waved her banner o'er her foes subdued.

“ 'Tis vain to tell a sneering world lf met by death amid the glorious toil,

Of tortures in my breast unfurl'd,
He bless'd the cause, and hail'd him with a smile. "

Of cancers that corroding lurk,
Pp. 130-2.

Their secret apparatus work;
We do not advise Mr Strachan to quit his workshop Repeatedly this bosom mar
for Parnassus, and to exchange his loom for a lyre ; but

With dirks and cutlasses of war; we shall be glad to hear that, at his leisure, he continues

As Bolt. and Watt's high-pressures go, to cultivate the muse.

Extends my nerves, my arteries flow;

The swelling glands my lungs impedes, Who is she who comes the last upon our list, rising My palpitating heart recedes ; upon the poetical horizon like a new moon among the Life's vast cascades now languid roll, stars ? — It is Mrs Cookson of Leith ! Fade away, Fe. The typhus holds them in control; licia Hemans! evaporate, Joanna Baillie ! die and be Shriveli'd as parchment my soft lip, forgotten, Letitia Elizabeth Landon ! for a greater than

Death's freezing hand my vitals grip." even Mrs Richardson of Dumfries has burst upon the The knowledge displayed, in this passage, of anatomy, astonished world, and the great lost power of song is once grammar, and mechanics, is altogether wonderful. Much more embodied in the strains of Mary Ann Cookson! | do we regret that we have room for only one other speciWhether she pens an “ Address to Miss Janet Clifford, men of Mrs Cookson's unequalled powers. It is the last who was deprived of both her parents by death,”—whe- words of George the Fourth on leaving Scotland; and it ther she writes an “ Epistle to a Gentleman who sent his will be found that they indicate an acquaintance, on the Lady a new gown and some wine while she was languish- part of his gracious Majesty, with the rules of Linley ing in consumption,”—whether she soliloquizes, in a ten- Murray, peculiarly satisfactory and complete. The King der strain, “ On a Lady who died of a decline shortly af- loquitur : ter her delivery,” or “ On seeing a Fly drowning in a “ Farewell to flourishing Scoti, bowl of milk," or whether she pours forth the “ Answer

And Caledonia's sons! of a Lady to her Husband who exclaimed, smiling, 'Lucy, I will remember till I die,you are a little Diamond,'”_or, boldly attuning her lyre

Yes-laurels them becomes. to a nobler theme, produces an “ Elegy on the Death of

Yes, I am indeed an English born, the celebrated Lord Byron,”-in each and all of her ef

But Scotia's to me dear; forts she towers, like the virtuous Marcia,” to an im

And cowardice I view with scorn,measurable height above her sex. Let us adduce an exam

I would disdain to fear.” ple or two in proof of our assertion. We shall pass over

What a pity that in this degenerate age there are not more that fine picture of a young lady in a delicate state of Mary Ann Cooksons ! A few such splendid examples health contained in the line

of what real genius can achieve, might frighten many of “A languid form, of flesh quite bare ;"

those amphibious animals who call themselves poets from and we shall not insist upon the noble opening of a war-dipping their feeble wings in the Castalian wave.

“What mean these rumbling carriage wheels ?"

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Letters from Joseph Ritson, Esq. to Mr George Paton ; for the space of two houres after they have taken this re

must not let the sicke party eate or drinke any thing else to which is added, A Critique, by John Pinkerton, Esq. ceit; and without all doubt, this being duely made and upon Ritson's Scottish Songs. Edinburgh. John

taken accordingly, will, with God's help, recover the Stevenson. 1829.

party, being very weake and far spent in this long lin. This book, of which only one hundred copies have gering sickness, and of my knowledge bath been often been printed, contains a few literary relics of the antiqua- approved, and is found an excellent receit to cure the rian Ritson, together with a prefatory notice of the late

same disease.” We do not know how others may feel, Mr George Paton, of Edinburgh, a person well known but, were we consumptive, we should immediately drink to the literati of the latter part of last century, and who, immenso quantities of boiled snails, for we put great conthough he held no higher rank than that of a clerk in fidence in these old black-letter books. The rest of the the Custom-house, was acknowledged to be as deeply contents of this volume are just such as might be expected versed in the antiquities of North Britain as almost any

in a good Cookery Book for the earlier part of the sevenof his contemporaries. The six letters from Ritson to

teenth century. Paton, now published, touch upon a variety of subjects, but contain little that is very new or very interesting. MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. The first is dated, “ Gray's Inn, 15th Nov. 1792,” and the last,“ Gray's Inn, July 21st, 1795.” In the course

MY GRANDMOTHER'S KEYS. of the correspondence, Pinkerton, Chalmers, Ireland, and

" In tenui labor, at tenuis non gloria." Laing, are mentioned, and a few things are noticed casually, which the antiquarian may perhaps find worthy of

I am fond of the olden times times which I would not attention. In an Appendix is given Pinkerton's severe

write old for any thing. That is a beautiful beech-tree, criticism on Ritson's"" Scottish Songs,” which appeared no doubt, but what is it to Campbell's in the Critical Review, for January, 1795. The review

Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree?" is in many respects just ; and it was certainly one of Rit. You may smile, if you will ; but till you explain the reason's failings, that he was over apt to quarrel with other antiquaries.

son why " woods among” is more poetical than" among woods," you will permit me to write the olden, instead of

the old, times. A New Booke of Cookerie, wherein is set forth a most per

I am fond, I repeat, and I love to repeat it, of the oldes fect direction to furnish an extraordinary, or ordinary en times of the fine, hearty old carles in plaid and bon ; feast, either in Summer or Winter. And likewise the net, who thought strongly, and spoke freely; but, after v most commendable

fashion of Dressing or Sawcing either all, the ladies of the old school are my peculiar favourites Flesh, Fish, or Fowle. All set forth according to the those respectable matrons, with plaited toys and black now new English and French Fashion. By John Mur- silk hoods, who rode behind their husbands to kirk and rell. London. Printed by M. T. for John Marriot. market, were excellent housekeepers, and wonderfully 1631.

kind to children. To me, even at this distant hour, there

is a warmth, and a comfort, and a somewhat akin to We introduce this curious old black-letter book (on dignity, in their many and multiplied investures. No which we accidentally laid our hands the other day) to grave-digger in Hamlet ever deposited a more numethe notice of our readers, principally for the sake of two rous assortment of jackets, than did my grandmother of receipts which it contains. The first is entitled “ The gowns and petticoats, ere she went to repose. Even Lady Queen of Scots Soup;" and we are seriously of opinion Charlotte Campbell, when, in the year 1804, she en. that, for the sake of the Royal House of Stuart, it gaged to smother half the female nobility and gentry of should immediately become a standard dish with all the Edinburgh, did not, from theatre stage-box, exhibit a defenders of Mary and her unfortunate family. The soup more glorious rotundity and expansion of person, than is made thus :—" Six chickens are cut in small pieces, did my worthy progenitor. Around her middle, too, with the heart, gizzard, and liver well washed, and then there extended a zone, broad, strong, and immovable

, put into a stew-pan, and just covered with water, and from which, as from the immobility of the earth's axis

, boiled till the chickens are enough. Season it with salt were suspended, on the one side, a large pocket, shaped and cayenne pepper ; and mince parsley with eight eggs, like a tailor's lapboard, and furnished with a pocket-bole yolks and whites beat up together. Stir round altogether of corresponding shape and extension. just as you are going to serve it up. Half a minute will pocket, but at a respectful and becoming distance, were boil the eggs." This must be a delicate and gentle soup, seen to flit backwards and forwards, as the movements worthy of the amiable dispositions of Mary, and every way required, a pair of clear steel scissors. On the other calculated to produce a beneficial effect on the female cha- side, and, on the principle of an Australasia, to counterracter.

balance the other continents, hung, John Gilpin-like, to Our other receipt is entitled—“ An excellent and much- keep her balance true, “ The Keys," not separately, or inapproved receit for a long consumption.” We suspect it dividually, but in apt and becoming connexion, suspendis far from being generally known to the medical faculty, ed from a large clasp ring, of an inch and a half in disand we are doing therefore a great service to mankind, in meter. Amongst these keys there prevailed the most now rescuing it from oblivion. It is couched in these complete republican equality—from him, the lord of the words :-“ Take eight, ten, or eleven white spailes, and cellar, even down to her, the tiny regulator of the time. break away their shells from them, then put them into a piece. Thus you could see, at one glance, not only that bowle of water for twelve houres, to clense themselves the gudewife was useful, but that her pride lay in being from their slime, then take them from that water and put thought so; and that she would rather have been comthem into another bowle of running water for twelve plimented on her house management, than on her comhoures more, then take them out, and put them into half plexion or graceful movements. a pint of white wine, and keepe them in it twelve houres, Now, in contrasting with this the gudewives of the then take a quart of red cowe's milke, and put the snayles present day, I do not mean to be satirical ; indeed, were out of the wine into the milke, and boyle the quart of I ever so much so disposed, it is out of my power, as pub milke with the snayles put into it, until it be boyled to lic opinion would immediately run me down, like a small a pinte, then put into it one ounce of canded sugar, and fishing-boat before a Newcastle collier. I mean, in fact, so give the sicke party the same to drinke everie morn- to admit an incalculable balance, after all deductions and ing, and at four of the clocke in the afternoone ; but you adjustments, in favour of “gudewives as they are," ou

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the score of manners, dress, education, and I know not there!-Go search the table-drawer !"_" Mem, I canna how many additional particulars. And to what extent find it.”—“ Stupid idiot! stand out of my road. I'm these improvements may yet be carried, no one who has sure such servants !-it cannot be far off, for I had it not not seen in Edward Irving's Millennium, can possibly de- ten minutes ago ;" and so termine. My sole object is to draw your attention, and that of the gudewives of the present day, to my “ GRAND

The maids are running through the houseMOTHER's Keys."

Ilk door is cast a-jee; I say nothing of the pocket-though the subject is

And there's no a hole in a' the house, highly deserving of a separate chapter-nor of the scissors

But's searching for the key'”--nor of the pincushion-whose pardon I beg à thou- but all in vain. The smith's fingers are put in operas sand times, as having been unintentionally overlooked — not assuredly from its diminutive size—in my former tion, and just as he has removed the lock, at the expense enumeration of pendicles; but I come at once, and for of the splintered timber, Peggy comes bouncing in with the sake of unity—the parent, they tell us, of interest -by no means: Sickness is in the house, and the doctor

Eh, mem, here's the key !"-Nor is this the worst to speak of the “ Keys." These keys hung with a grace orders an immediate use of jams and jellies; but the key and a freedom which could never be overlooked; no constraint nor seeming arrangement. It was a kind of

has taken this opportunity of paying a visit to the terra Jack Goodfellow golden age, when great and small, im- incognita of “ somewhere.” It was seen by somebody portant and unimportant, rusted and ward-worn, met

some time ago, but nobody got, and nobody had it; and together and fondly embraced, united in the same jingle, Company to tea! down with the tea-cups, tray, urn;

in a word, nobody knows any thing about the matter ! and bobbed at the same step. Like the human faculties, all in a smoke and a bustle. But, bless me! where's the as described by our worthy faculty-mongers, these Keys rested upon a background of complete unity; yet, when the repast ? they are under lock and key—the lock, in,

sugar, ay, and the tea-cannister—these indispensables of ever circumstances called them into play, they were ever deed, is safe, and at its post, like a carrier's dog, firm and separately and individually at hand, ready to execute the appropriate task assigned to them. Every key, in fact, the key—is at the “ back of beyond," where the mare,

unmoved not to be tampered with but the key-oh! was a separate bump, to which was assigned the task of according to immemorial tradition, was safely delivered opening one lock, and one exclusively; and had my grand- of the fiddler. It must, in fact, either have sunk through mother suspected that the office of one would have been the earth and become a gnome, or ascended through the destroyed by another, she would have considered the monopoly as dangerous, and not to be countenanced. Thus air and been sainted, otherwise the search made for it it is—and the analogy is worth tracing through a sen

would have been successful. Perspective becomes the tence-tbat, in the beautiful science of craniology, each order of the hour, till force has done the work of art, separate faculty has its own assigned and circumscribed and a fine evening has been spent in useless and unavailduty and ideality, and no more dares trespass upon the pro-ing regrets for the loss of the key.” vince of imagination, wit, or benevolence, than my grand- the keys only-keep to them, as my grandmother

did, in

Let the gudewife keep the keys, then ; and keep to mother's cellar-door Key thought of dealing with the wards the literal sense of the word-attach them (I do not care of her time-piece. Were faculties permitted thus to trespass or transgress the limits assigned to them, then there where or how) to her person, and be able, at a moment's were an end to the division of labour, and to that beauti- warning, to make that use of them for which they were ful adjustment by which a pin is brought to so much

originally hammered out and constructed.

perfection.

It is, after all, on such apparently trifling attentions or But how are the Keys managed now-a-days ? for this, negligences that much of the comfort or usefulness of after all, is the matter of discourse and enquiry. Is the which I have referred, fairly calculate the time lost, the

life depends. Let any one, addicted to the negligence to abore beautiful and convenient arrangement adopted; or is another, and, if any other, a better or a worse, adopted convenience marred, the temper fretted, and the happiin its stead? I hate the German Illuminati, and the

ness hazarded, by such occurrences, and the amount will French Revolution, and lament the decay of the age of not fail to astonish as well as mortify. Little things are ehivalry and respect for royalty; and this I do, not only but against this effect,

as well as evidence of our fallen

indeed great to little men-parva leves capiunt animos ; on the score that, by means of such unhallowed agencies

, society has been torn from its moorings, and dashed and imperfect nature, it becomes us to guard. For great into a thousand separate and independent fragments, but calamities or trying exigencies we stand, as it were, prethat along with, and I verily believe in sympathy with, these pared ; and the storm, whilst it arrests and stupifies, still events

, my Grandmother's Keys have broken from their nerves and solemnizes our faculties ;ring and been dispersed. They have, in fact, become, since “ Shake, ye old pillars of the marble sky, the period alluded to, a kind of refugees_unconnected, un- Yet still serene th' unconquer'd mind looks down united, insubordinate, and useless-never at hand unless

Upon the wreck." when not wanted, and always a-seeking when most required. You look upon that three-cornered and tesselated piece But for the eternal “ losing or mislaying" of the keys, of net-work or velvet, commonly called a reticule, but you there is no remedy. Against the assail of the lion and may save yourself the trouble of search, the keys are not the tiger, there are means of defence against those of there; and if not there, where can they be ? not assuredly the musquito and the midge, there are none. Misforon the person of the mistress ; for on her whole person, tunes are formidable, without being teazing-mismanagefrom head-dress to shoe-point, there is neither

lap, pocket, ments fret in proportion to their trifling nature and the nor fastening. The keys would escape from her like a frequency of their occurrence. drop of water over the burning face of a tailor's goose ; Now, madam, do not flounce out of the room, and slam she would absolutely faint at the imputation of any thing the door, so as to endanger the lights and the drum of so Gothic as a key, á pocket, or a pincushion, on her per- my ears. What I have said—my own conscience is my 601, ornament has superseded and banished utility, and, witness- I have said for your good; and if the medicine in the scufle, the associated keys have run riot, and be- do but operate beneficially, a few painful throes, during come entirely unmanageable

. You may call spirits, but the operation, will be of less consequence. And, in order will they come? You may sing out from morn to night, to show you that I bear no manner of grudge against

Nanny! Mary !-what's your name? –Jane! Tibby? you, I mean, God willing, to drink tea with you on Tuesbring me my napery-press key; you will find it on the day next, when, I have no manner of doubt, that I will sideboard.”_" Na, mem; it's no there."

-" It must be find you in a " Propex Kær.”

THE HEBREW LANGUAGE-ITS IMPORTANCE TO lege, and Public Orator in the University of Oxford, in THE CLERICAL PROFESSION.

his three discourses preached by bim before that Uni

versity, evidently proved by many cogent and forcible arMr Editor,—I beg leave to solicit your attention to a sub- guments. For the clergy, indeed, a Version of the Scripject in which, as I humbly conceive the clergy to be deeply tures is much wanted, to assist them in their theological concerned, they should therefore feel themselves much in- studies ; but I should be very apprehensive of its disturbterested. I allude to a thorough acquaintance with the ing and unsettling the minds of the common people, who, sacred and primitive language, which, I am happy to ob- from time out of mind, have been accustomed to our preserve, is more cultivated than it was in my early days; and sent translation. They would feel the strongest aversion would be still more so, were it not for the jealousy and nar- and repugnance to receive and adopt the new one prorow-mindedness of the Jews themselves—I mean those with posed to them, and with which they were totally unacwhom I have been in the habit of conversing—who wish quainted. I well remember that, several years ago, a to exclude us e vestibulo templi, and do every thing in their clergyman in Hampshire, wishing to improve the psalmpower to prevent us Christians from entering the pene- ody in his parish, wished to introduce among his patralia. The Hebrew nation—if I am correctly informed rishioners Tattersall's new version of the Psalms ; but -keep even their brethren from a knowledge of their the honest and well-meaning rustics were filled with Cabala till they have attained the age of forty, though they wrath and indignation when the proposal was made to allow them to read the Talmud and the Targums. To them by their pious and worthy pastor; for one and all, those who are intended for the clerical profession, I am with much vehemence, declared that they were not King fully persuaded that a competent knowledge of the lingua David's Psalms,—that they had long been accustomed to sacra should be considered as a givna ito'y, and a very sing Sternbold and Hopkins' version, and, therefore, safe one too, ere they shall be ordained as ministers of the would receive no other. The late Bishop Horsley, in his Kirk of Scotland, or of the Established Church of Eng- learned and elaborate work on the Psalms, has clearly land and Ireland. It is evident that this was the firm demonstrated, with his usual acumen and sagacity, that, and decided opinion of the learned Dr Robison, who was though Sternhold and Hopkins' version is a very quaint Oriental Professor in the University of Edinburgh, as one, yet it is more conformable to the idiom of the lingua is manifest from his erudite preface to his edition of the sacra than that of Tate and Brady, or any other. Now, Clavis Pentateuchi, which had been long out of print if we fail in the minor, it follows, as a natural consequence, and become very scarce.

that we shall equally so in the major. No clergyman can be said to be well informed or tho- These remarks are all with which I shall trespass on roughly qualified to exercise his sacred function, should your time at present; but you will perhaps permit me to he continue to be wilfully ignorant of the primitive lan- return to the subject at some future opportunity. guage, which, as such, lends to all languages, while it

R. N. borrows from none; and therefore, from its very simplicity, can easily be learnt by any one possessed of moderate STORY OF THE LAIRD OF FAWDONSIDE. abilities and common application. The Vulgate is like By the Author of the Histories of the Scottish Rebellions. wise absolutely necessary for the theological student, who will find Parkhurst's Hebrew Lexicon—if he begins read- The following story was related to me by an old gening without the Masoretic points and Buxtorf's, the tleman, resident for fifty years in Northumberland, but best. A very valuable Lexicon has lately made its ap- who had been born and educated near the scene described, pearance from the Cambridge University Press ;-it was where it was, in his youth, a common tireside legend. written originally in the German, by Gesenius, and has The Laird of Fawdonside, an estate immediately above been very ably and well translated by a Rabbi, a teacher Abbotsford, on the course of the Tweed, was one night of the Hebrew at Cambridge. There are two excellent riding home in a state of intoxication from market, wher, Hebrew Grammars—one by your late and learned Pro- just as he reached a place about half a mile from his own fessor Robison, and another by H. V. Boluffy, which house, he encountered that celebrated and very generally will be highly useful to students who have not had an reprobated character, the Devil.

Fully aware of the opportunity for forming an acquaintance with the classics. danger of his situation, the Laird thought he would give The latter may very justly be called Une grammaire rai- his holiness the cut celestial, and pass on. But Satan was sonnée. To those conversant with the Lingua Toscana, not an acquaintance to be shaken off so easily: he fairly Diodati's Italian Bible was strongly recommended by the intercepted the Laird as he was about to give him the go late Bishops Bagot and Horsley, particularly for its copious by; and, although Fawdonside attempted then to take a and learned annotations. Unfortunately this work is more desperate course and rush past, he found himself, now very scarce, and fetches a high price. A new edition notwithstanding all his exertions, obliged at last to come of it has lately been published by Priestley in London, to a quiet tête-à-tête with his enemy. The conversation but the valuable annotations of Diodati are totally ex- which ensued, ended in a proposal on the part of the cluded.

Devil, that Fawdonside should purchase a right of passThe theological student, however, should not be satis- age, by agreeing to deliver up to him whatever living fied with the Septuagint or the Vulgate. He must go to thing he should first meet as he approached his home, the fountain head, and read carefully the Hebrew text | The Laird, calling to mind that a favourite greyhound itself. Though, upon the whole, our English translation was in the habit of coming out of the house to meet him of the Old Testament is well done and faithfully executed ; on similar occasions, consented to the proposal, though yet it is very erroneously so in several of the Books— not without some compunctious qualms in regard to the Ísaiah, in particular. But it is said that that eminent and faithful and beloved creature which he was thus consiguacute critic, Dr Kennicot, told his late majesty, George ing to destruction. Chance determined that his feelings the Third, that not any one of the fundamental articles of of regret should be exercised on a much worthier object

. our faith was impugned by the mistranslation. Dr K. As in the somewhat similar case of Jephthah, his daughindeed was very urgent for a revision of the translation ter, a child of ten years, was the first person whom be of our Bible, and for a new one to be made, and published met. No words could express the horror of the poor under authority. But with me and many of my friends

, Laird, as the fiend, who had dogged him, appeared at his the judiciousness of this recommendation is very problem- back to claim his victim. He could only plead a respite. atical and doubtful, not to say extremely dangerous, After much entreaty, “ the Enemy” consented to allow though it proceeded from the pen of the ablest theological him a few days to take leave of the child. It being then * critic of his time. This the late eminent scholar, the settled that the rendition should be made next Thursday Reverend William Crowe, LL.B., Fellow of New Col- at Galashiels kirk, Satan disappeared.

Before the appointed day, Fawdonside had consulted the clergyman of the parish as to what he should do under such circumstances. The minister, who happened to have some knowledge of diablerie, proposed a scheme, by which, with the assistance of his brethren, he hoped to counteract the designs of the Evil One. On the day appointed, the child was brought to Galashiels kirk, where, being placed at the sacramental table, it was " hedged ” round, if not with “ divinity," at least with a dozen able expounders of it; and such a praying and preaching commenced, as had never before shaken the walls of that place of worship. When Satan at last appeared, the minister of the parish entered into a warm expostulation with him on the subject of his unreasonable bargain with Fawdonside ; and although the Tartarean monarch expressed no little vexation and rage at being baulked in his demand, he was soon brought to reason. In the end, he agreed to accept a little dog in lieu of the child; which creature being immediately thrown to him, he vanished through the roof, taking a considerable part of it with him, and leaving behind him, to use the words of old Aubrey," a marvellous perfume of sulphur.”

God speed thee to thy latest years;
I neither know thee nor thy peers,
And yet mine eyes are fill'd with tears.

For, as a bee, if thou hadst been
As perilous as some I've seen,
When my rash boyhood's hands were given
(Hands made to strike the harp of heaven)
To feel the poignancy and smart
Of thy empoison'd ruthless dart,
How with that dart of ebony
Mightst thou have wrong'd my friend and me;
And dreadful damage mightst have done
To our beloved Miss Hutchison !
Therefore, it doth behove me well
To bless thee and thy little cell.
And now, again, sweet bee, I say,
With earnest feeling I shall pray
For thee when I am far

away.
Again I hear thy voice devout,
About-about-and all about,
As stretch'd recumbent on the grass
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
Sounding to me like trump of death,
Far o'er the brown astonish'd heath ;
I look to cloud, to sky, and tree,
A thousand ways, yet cannot see
Thy faery path of mystery.

'Tis thus the high poetic mind
Can trace, with energy refined,
The slightest atom on the wind
To its high source; and to the goal,
Where perishes its tiny soul,
Then step by step ascend on high,
From dunghill to the yielding sky:
And thus shall I ambitious be,
When inquest is perform'd on me,
So rise above my grovelling race,
Bounding, like thee, and one day trace
My path on high, like heavenly dove,
Which none dare challenge or reprove,
A path all human walks above!

ORIGINAL POETRY.

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A NEW POETIC MIRROR.
By the Ettrick Shepherd.

No. 1.-Mr W.W..

Ode to a Highland Bee.
ASTOUNDING creature, what art thou,
Descending from the mountain's brow
With such a boom, and passing by
Like spirit of the nether sky?
While all around this mountain reign
I look for thee, but look in vain;
Thee I shall never behold again!
And it is painful thus to sever
From trumpeter of heaven for ever.

Thou art a wonder, I confess,
Thou journeyer of the wilderness;
Yet a holy thing art thou to me,
As emblem of pure industry—
And as an emblem higher still,
Which made my heart and spirit thrill ;
For I bethought me thou mightst be
The angel of eternity,
Sent down, with trumpet's awful boom,
To summon nature to her doom,
And make the churchyards beave and groan,
With flesh to flesh, and bone to bone :
I choose not say the wild emotion
Of my moved soul, and its devotion,
At thy astounding locomotion.

Blest be thy heart, sweet Highland bee,
That thou pass'd by, and changed not me;
For though I know what I am now,
(The world knows not, I must allow,)
Yet the wild wonder strikes me dumb,
What I shall be in time to come!
Whether a zephyr of the cloud,
A moving and mysterious shroud,
A living thing without a frame,
A glory without sound or aim,
Or a creature like thee of a thousand years,
Booming through everlasting spheres !
Sueh bolt of bold sublimity,
Man never has seen, and never shall see,
. As the great W. a bumbee !

Therefore, blest creature of thy kind,
I laud thy speed upon the wind,
And, dream or spirit as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart-

SONG TO LEILA. “ Say, wilt thou, Leila, when alone,

Remember days of bliss gone by ? Wilt thou, beside thy native Rhone,

E'er for our distant streamlets sigh? Beneath thy own glad sun and sky,

Ah! Leila, wilt thou think of me?" She blush'd, and murmur'd in reply,

* My life is one long thought of thee.“ Sweet girl! I would not have it so ;

My destiny must not be thine,
For, wildly as the wild wave's flow,

Will pass this fleeting life of mine." “ And let thy fate be weal or woe,

My thoughts," she smiling said, are free ; And well the watchful angels know

My life is one long thought of thee." “ Then, Leila, may thy thoughts and prayers

Be with me in my hour of need ;
When round me throng the cold world's cares,

And all my heart's fresh sorrows bleed !"
Why, dearest! nurse so dark a creed ?

For full of fame thy life shall be ;
And mine shall share thy glory's meed,
In one long blissful thought of thee."

H. G. B.

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LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

THE ANNUALS.-We gave some account last Saturday of the attractions of several of the Annuals for 1830, and we are now able to add a little farther information on this subject.-The Offering, a new

• Query-Mr William Wordsworth ? -Ed.

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