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to Europeans, amid all their minuter differences, a strong on in their institutions that upheld the power of the Os similarity of character. But the character of the people manlie. But these institutions have at length been overinhabiting the East has been developed under different turned. The present Sultan, Mahmoud II., felt that auspices. It shows how different a thing human nature the safety they insured to the governed was not shared may be made. It shows us people influenced by opinions by the head of the state, and to secure himself, he deand habits so materially dissimilar to our own, that it is stroyed, in the persons of the Janizaries, the peculiar conmore likely to excite a spirit of self-scrutiny, and to dissi- stitution of his nation. It remains to be seen whether he pate false views, to which custom alone may have recon- has power to give it a new one; or whether the old adage ciled us, than any thing else we know.

holds true here, “ that he may destroy a palace who has Mr Upham has very properly prefaced his History of not the art to build a hovel.” If he succeed in organizing the Ottoman Empire with a brief sketch of the progress a new form of military government, the Ottoman Emof Muhammedan doctrine, and of the various nations pire may yet weather the storm impending over her: if which embraced it. He then proceeds with the history he fail in this, she may be looked upon as speedily desof Othman and his descendants. We could have wished tined to be blotted from among the nations. that he had marked more minutely the character and ear- Mr Upham's history of this remarkable people is comlier fortunes of Othman-for, in the individual character posed with much candour and impartiality; and contains of the mighty mind that plans and executes the founda- a great deal of information not to be met with in any tion of a dynasty, may not unfrequently be traced those other English book with which we are acquainted. peculiarities which his institutions afterwards stamp upon the whole nation. In the continuation of his work, Mr Fugitive Pieces and Reminiscences of Lord Byron ; conUpham presents us with a succinct but spirited account

taining an entire new Edition of the Hebrew Meloof the progress of the Ottomans in subduing hoth Mussulmans and Christians; and of the management and ad

dies," with the addition of several never before publish

the whole illustrated with Critical, Historical, Theaventures of their empire down to the present time. The spectacle is, on the whole, a magnificent, if not

trical, Political, and Theological Remarks, Notes, Anecalways a pleasing one. The doctrines taught by Mu

dotes, Interesting Conversations and Observations, made

by that Illustrious Poet ; together with his Lordship's hammed were, in all probability, inculcated by that extraordinary man, as much with a view to the moral im

Autograph ; also some Original Poetry, Letters, and

Recollections of Lady Caroline Lamb. By I. Nathan, provement of his countrymen, as to his own aggrandize

Author of an Essay on the History and Theory of ment. But the conscious want of that supernatural au

Music,” “ The Hebrew Melodies,” &c. &c. London, thority to which he laid claim, together with an impa

Whittaker & Co. 1829. tience of character, which made him spurn the slow and narrow workings of the mere teacher, led him to a spirit

Poor Mr Nathan! what a nest of hornets this book of compromise. In order to secure the obedience of men in several important points, he left them to indulge, to the has brought, and will bring, about his ears! It is cer

tainly one of the silliest we have had the happiness of utmost, some of their most dangerous passions. The consequence is, that the Muhammedan belief has evolved, in meeting with for some time; and though it is a good.

natured piece of drivel, it is, nevertheless, rather of a prominds of superior power, a character made up of the stran

Heaven forgive Mr gest inconsistencies, even when approaching nearest to the voking, than an amusing, kind. ideal it recommends. There is a mixture of high feeling Nathan for his “critical, historical, theatrical, political, and self-indulgence,—of ferocity and benevolence, even in and theological remarks!” But, though Heaven may forthe best Mussulman. Their creed knows nothing of re- give him for these, (intolerably inane as they are,) it is straint and self-denial, and thus all the energies of their impossible that Lord Byron ever can, for the interest

ing conversations” he has published in his name ;-the nature grow up to their full strength.

The power of the Ottoman Empire is lodged in the very sweepings of the illustrious poet's mind !—the no. hands of one, who, for the time of his sway at least, is things which all men must say every day of their lives, obeyed in every thing. The rest of the nation may be but which Nathan “conned and got by rote," and now divided into those whose sole trade is war, and those gives to the world! What is it possible that any man, whose business it is to feed and clothe them. The whole with such a name as Nathan, could know of Byron ? exempire, in short, is one vast encampment. The precepts cept, indeed, that a parrot once pecked at his lordship's of their religion enjoining the conquest of infidels ; the toe, and that the author of “ Childe Harold” was par

tial to crust! want of any engrossing employment at home ; and the natural turbulence of their character, render war to them

Instead, however, of exposing Mr Nathan's imbecilia necessary of life. A kindred spirit in their rulers, and ties, which are so palpable, that we disdain the ignoble the necessity of employing in external aggression those un

task, we prefer culling the only things worth reading in ruly spirits, who would, if inactive, turn like ban-dogs The following relates to the pronunciation of Lord By

his book; and even these are nothing very extraordinary. and throttle each other, keep them perpetually at logger

ron's name: heads with one nation or another. The Ottoman Empire is the thunder-cloud of nations—it exists but to explode, and tion with the noble author relative to the pronunciation of

“ This composition brings to my recollection a conversaafter a short calm to gather again into darkness. It has his name. His Lordship's family have differed; some callswallowed up in its career all the disorganized states which ing it Børon, others Byron. On his entering the room, have come in collision with it; and the only countries while this was the subject of conversation, his own pronunwhich have stood firm against its aggressions, are those in ciation was asked. He replied, somewhat indifferently, which law and government were so established, that even *Both were right :' but catching the eye of a very beautiful when thrown into temporary confusion, there was, in the young lady near him, he said, Pray, madam, may I be

allowed to ask which you prefer?' Oh, Býron, certaincommon feeling, a prineiple of vitality which re-united ly. Then, henceforward,' exclaimed his Lordship, “ Bý. again.

ron it shall be!' If the foregoing anecdote is illustrative of Such is, or rather such has been, the Ottoman Empire. his Lordship's attention to the fair sex, the following is, It rose and spread itself with the same rapidity as that of perhaps, not less characteristic of the poetical feeling which the Saracens and the Moguls. Its character was the same; usually accompanied his complimentary effusions of gallantthe principle of its success the same. Its greater perma

At a party where his Lordship was present, a refernency is owing to this, that its founders transferred to world,' had given rise to a speculative argument on the

ence to those elegant lines commencing with, “If that high the laws the power of enforcing discipline, which in the probable nature of happiness in a future state, and occashorter-lived dynasties was attached only to the indivisioned a desire in one of the ladies to ascertain his Lorddual. It was the spirit of Othman and Amurath living ship's opinion on the subject ; requesting, therefore, to




know what might constitute, in his idea, the happiness of the next world, he quickly replied, “ The pleasure, madam, Geraldine of Desmond; or, Ireland in the Reign of Elizaof seeing you there."

,beth. An Historical Romance. In three volumes. The subjoined anecdote of Kean may amuse our read- London. Henry Colburn. 1829. “ When Kean was first introduced to Lord Byron, his

GERALDINE or Desmond is evidently the work of an

Faults previous intercourse with refined society had been only author whose powers are considerably above par. limited, and, meeting the first poet of the age, he appeared it has, but they are compensated by the beauties which rather abashed in his presenee, till the pleasing urbanity of crowd around them, and by the indications of mental cahis lordship's manner gave courage to the tragedian, and pabilities, both intellectual and imaginative, which prorendered him in a short time quite at his ease, and the mo- mise yet better things in future. ments passed in the most social manner. Kean, after re

The object at which the fair author aims is stated, in lating many anecdotes, with which Lord Byron was highly the Preface, to be the production of a modern historical delighted, performed a simple, but truly ludicrous exhibi. tion, at which his lordship was convulsed with laughter, romance, possessing a character of solid excellence, and and threw himself back upon the sofa quite in ecstacy? avoiding that slip-shod flimsy style, of which we have of Kean, with a burnt cork, painted the face and body of an late had so many specimens. This is a highly laudable opera-dancer upon the back part of his hand, and making object ; but, nevertheless, some of the most striking faults his two middle fingers represent the extremities, the upper of the book have originated in a partial misapprehension part the thighs, the lower part the legs, and having painted of this excellent principle. The historical romance takes the nails black to represent shoes, he wrapped his handker- for its subjects either persons who have figured in history, chief round his wrist as a turban : the dancer, thus completel, commenced an opera with great agility and effect;

or fictitious persons who are supposed to have lived duthe ludicrous attitudes and nimbleness of the fingers gave ring some interesting period of history. The great aim of euch zest to the increased laughter, that his lordship encored the author ought to be to concentrate the interest on his the performance with the same enthusiastic rapture as if characters, and to introduce surrounding events, only with Kean had been actually engaged in Richard the Third.” a view of showing how they modify or illustrate the pe

There is something more worthy of preservation in the culiarities of the dramatis persone. Now, Miss Crumpe, two following songs, which have not before been pub- in her anxiety to give solidity to her work, has brought lished:

the state of the country far too prominently forward, by

which means, in the first place, she has deviated into the By Lord Byron.

province of political history; and, in the second, she has I speak not-I trace not-I breathe not thy name,

given to her background a force and prominence that subThere is grief in the sound—there were guilt in the fame; dues the figures in the foreground. This causes the inBut the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart

terest of the story to flag occasionally, especially in the The deep thought that dwells in that silence of heart. first volume, and the first half of the second. Another Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,

objection that we have to the book is, that the principle, Were those bours; -can their joy or their bitterness cease ? though good in itself, is too much forced upon our notice. We repent-we abjure-we will break from our chain, We see the labour which ought to be glossed over. The We must part—we must fly—to unite it again.

authoress is continually bracing her nerves to some great Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt;

exploit. This conscientious labour is the vital principle Forgive me, adored one-forsake if thou wilt ;

of a book, but it ought to rest unseen, like the foundation But the beart which I bear shall expire undebased, of a house, or like the inward workings of vegetable lite, And man shall not break it—whatever thou mayest. visible only to the eye of the contemplative beholder in And stern to the haughty-but humble to thee,

the compactness of the building and the richness of the My soul in its bitterest blackness shall be ;

foliage, not bare like an anatomy, so that he who runs And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet, may read all the hidden economy of nature. With thee by my side, than the world at our feet.

Having premised thus much with regard to the plan One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,

of the work, we add a word or two as to its execuShall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove;

tion. Miss Crumpe has brought to her task abundant And the heartless may wonder at all we resign,

stores of reading, reflection, and imagination. She is Thy lip shall reply not to them—but to mine.

evidently well versed in the history of Ireland, as was,

indeed, implied in our complaint that she had obtruded They say that Hope is happiness ;

it too much on our notice. Many of her occasional disBut genuine Love must prize the past,

quisitions afford proofs both of power and delicacy in inAnd Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bliss

vestigating the recesses of the human heart; and there is They rose the first, they set the last;

a warm glow of poetry struggling through the whole book, And all that Memory loves the most,

and bursting forth, not unfrequently, in the most beautiful Was once our only hope to be ;

flashes. Our authoress, however, is not yet sufficiently And all that Hope adored and lost,

au fait in her profession, to have learned the art of maHath melted into Memory.

king all her abilities work with due subordination to each Alas! it is delusion all : The future cheats us from afar ;

other. The one or other of them starts every now and Nor can we be wbat we recall,

then into an undue prominence, which mars the harmony Nor dare we think on what we are.

and unity of the work. It may also be observed, that in

her anxiety to express her fervid ideas with equal warmth, The “ Recollections” of Lady Caroline Lamb are, if she sometimes indulges in a strained language, which can possible, still more contemptible than those of Byron. scarcely be called English. As to the story, its scene is The following Epigram may serve as a specimen. It is

laid in Ireland during the reign of Elizabeth.

It naraddressed to her husband :

rates the feuds of two noble families, whose fate had beYes, I adore thee, William Lamb,

come interwoven with the political broils of their counBut hate to hear thee say, God d:

try; and the misadventures of two ill-starred lovers, Frenchmen say English cry d-d-, But why swear'st thou ?-thou art a Lamb !

whose parents are at the head of the opposite factions.

We do not think that Miss Crumpe (would to Heaven People of genius should be careful whom they admit she had another name !) discovers a very acute perception into their society, for we can conceive of few things more of the outward differences of national or individual chaannoying, than to be tossed on the rack of a fool's ad-racter ; but if her personages want that air of reality miration, and held up to the public gaze as the object of which some novelists communicate to theirs, the loss is, his eulogium.

in a great measure, compensated by the high poetical feels


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ing which is inherent in them, and a purity, such as could sermon will explain more fully the nature of the Sobe communicated by woman's mind alone. We have ciety : room for only one extract. It describes, in vigorous I cannot, perhaps, do better than state the object of the terms,

charity in the simple statement made in the third general

rule of the Society, which is as follows:- That the object THE DEATH OF AN IRISH CHIEF. Meanwhile the contest of O'Nial and Thurles conti- of this Society shall be, to give temporary relief to such nued within a few yards of the precipice that yawned out provision is made by any

of the existing institutions of pub

cases of distress in Edinburgh and its vicinity for which no side the chapel. edge of the cliff. At the moment when they did so, the satisfy the committee that their circumstances require aid Chief, in endeavouring to evade a well-directed stroke from his opponent, made one false step, and staggering back, fell

to get them, and also those in Edinburgh who belong to disflat upon the ground. Thurles sprung forward, laid his

tant places, removed to their friends, or to where they have right foot on the chest of O’Nial, and holding the point ticular

attention is paid to those discharged from the Royal

the prospect of getting their wants supplied. The most par. of his sword above the body, gaspingly exclaimed, -" Rash man! force me not to murder ! Resign the Lady Geral Infirmary: And that the Society,” adds Mr Ramsay, dine, and I will spare your life.”

“ has fully performed this part of its intentions, so far as For a second there was stillness. The clear radiance of

means have been afforded, will appear when I mention, the moon streamed full upon O'Nial, as he fixed the blaze that, during the last year, the number of cases visited and of his eye on the figure that stood over him. The Chief- relieved amounts to 750, which, upon an average of the tain's body strained in a mighty but vain attempt to rise.

number in each family, will amount to between two or three His hair stood erect with rage as he fell back to the earth, have been enabled, in part or entirely from the funds of

thousand individuals. Of these, 227 were strangers, who and a sort of ghastly grin convulsed his face with an express the Society, to reach their homes.” sion of ironical scorn, that writhed him to torture, while the words." You spare me! You !” broke forth in a sti

We are glad to aid Mr Ramsay, and the other friends tled groan, like that of death's last agony.

of this institution, by giving, through the medium of our “Your answer !" cried Lord Thurles, in a voice of thrill pages, a more extended publicity to the laudable objects ing energy:

it has in view, « See it !” gasped the Chief.

He felt about with his hand, drew a dagger from his vest, and aimed a furious plunge at his victor, before the latter MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. was aware of the intent.

An involuntary start, which moved him some steps backward, saved our hero from the stroke. On seeing this,

THE RED COAT. O’Nial raised his hand still higher, uttered a second fiend-By John Malcolm, Author of " Scenes of War," Tales like laugh, and, preferring death to submission, plunged the dagger through his own heart. An ejaculation of horror

of Field and Flood,&c. broke from Lord Thurles. Every feeling of his soul was The proudest and happiest day of my life-says the swallowed up by that of humanity, and he was in the act unpublished autobiography of Captain Gay—was not of springing back to wrench the weapon from his side, that on which I first received a bow from Lord B., and when O'Nial, perceiving the intention, in a transport of desperation, thrust both his hands into the clayey soil that

a smile from Lady C. as her carriage whirled past-nor was dabbled with his blood, and collecting all his strength that on which I first discovered, what I had long susin a last convulsive effort, the dying Chief heaved his body pected to be true, namely, that I was a genius—nor even so close to the edge of the precipice, that it fell over the that on which the hope that I was not indifferent to the brink, and, with an appalling sound, dropped heavily from object of my adoration was crowned with conviction, by point to point of the projecting rocks beneath.

her returning my emphatic squeeze of the hand. No, On the whole, this book is one which, with not a few reader ! these were all doubtless happy days—too happy faults, does credit both to the head and heart (we cannot ever to return; but the proudest and happiest one of my find a more original phrase) of its authoress.

life was that on which I found myself fixed, as by a spell,

in a reverie of self-admiration before a huge mirror, worThe Nature and Obligations of Christian Benevolence, a

shipping my own image as it first met my eye, arrayed in Sermon, preached in St John's Episcopal Chapel,

a red coat; and the deepest transport with which I ever Edinburgh, on Sunday, 15th December 1828, when a gazed upon a fair girl was faint indeed to what I felt Collection was made in aid of the Funds of the Edin- upon that blessed occasion, while surveying my own fair

As attitude is every thing, I, that burgh Benevolent and Strangers' Friend Society. By self from top to toe. the Reverend E. B. Ramsay, B.A. F.R.S. E., &c. morning, devoted several hours to the study of the graces Assistant Minister of St John's Chapel. Edinburgh.

-and practised, at my rehearsal in private, what I in8vo. 1829.

tended to act in public. I then held imaginary conver

sations with ladies of rank-handed them their fans, It is pleasing to think that the humane and generous which they had dropt, with an air altogether irresistibleinstitutions which exist among us have always found promenaded them to the dinner table—bowed them to able and eloquent advocates to bring their claims before their carriages—and spouted extempore verses composed the public. Mr Ramsay, in the discourse before us, has for future occasions. proved that few could have pointed out, with more effect, My red coat was to me a mantle of inspiration, promptthe merits of the excellent institution in whose behalf the ing a thousand romantic visions of " love and glory”-of sermon was preached. Mr Ramsay's talents as a clergy- laurels won in the battle and the ball-room—and of conman are well known in this city; as well as his un- quests over England's foes and England's fair. wearied zeal in the discharge of his duties, honourable at I had obtained my appointment in consequence of the all times, but especially praiseworthy in a man of birth retirement of an old subaltern, disgusted with a service and family. We sincerely recommend this discourse, in which he had grown grey; but which, in other rewhich is now published in the hope of aiding, by its sale, spects, had left him without any memorials except his the funds of the Society for which it was preached. We wounds and half-pay. know of few institutions which have greater claims on Upon the eventful day of which I have been speaking, the generous and humane. At first established by a few he met me at the gate of the barracks occupied by my philanthropic individuals, it has been the means of afford regiment, and thus accosted me:-“ Young man, make ing relief to many who might otherwise have perished of the most of this day, and enjoy it as you can—it is des

It is a Society which belongs to no religious tined to be the happiest of your life. I have only had party: the widow, the fatherless, the stranger, and the two happy ones in the course of sixty years—the one destitute, of all creeds and countries, are objects of its was, that on which I put on a red coat for the first, and

The following extract from Mr Ramsay's able the other, that on which I put it off for the last time."



Alas! how little did I then suspect that I had met The animal was now at my back, foaming and fuming, with a prophet in my path!

I heard and fancied that I felt his hot breath behind me, Having reported my arrival at head-quarters, and just as I reached the margin of the bog. There was no waited upon the Colonel, I was forthwith introduced to time to hesitate—so I made a leap, and lighted on the my brother officers, with whom I dined at the mess; and quaking quagmire, in which I sunk to the knees. the following day I was given over in charge to a drill My enemy having an instinctive feeling that he was sergeant, in order to receive my first lessons in military treading upon tender ground, suddenly came to a halt; education. From that day I date the commencement of but, by scraping the earth with his feet, and eyeing me my troubles. My progress, I must say, was slow. I with orbs of flame, gave manifest symptoms of unabated went through my facings with reluctance, and but indif- fury, and showed no disposition, by retiring, to release ferently. The manual and platoon exercises seemed al- me from “ durance vile.” together too low and mechanical for a gentleman-and Alas! what we suffer for our country! (thought I, as the goosestep I considered a downright insult to human I stood cold and wet, without prospect of release ;)—my Dature. “Little things might be great to little men;" fair partner will now be in the ball-room-all smiles and but a genius like mine, I conceived, was meant to com- blushes, and gentle tremors—waiting for my arrival, and mand armies. The sergeant thought differently; and de- wondering at my delay. Anon, her young heart will clared that he had more trouble with me than with the palpitate with fears of illness, or some fatal accident; but, whole awkward squad together. But this I considered could she see her Lothario, in full uniform, stuck kneea compliment, having heard that your great generals had | deep in a bog, with a bull standing sentry over him, it been, for the most part, but indifferent subalterns. were death to romance, and could call forth no tears but

At length, I was attached to a company, and took my those of laughter. post upon parade, where I was completely bewildered- At length I was observed by some pedestrians, passdressing my company from the wrong flank-and at every ing along the road, who came to my assistance, and sucmovement committing a blunder.“ Rear rank, take open ceeded in driving away the bull, and relieving me from order," exclaimed the Colonel. “What am I to do now, my ludicrous misery ; but the story got abroad in the Sergeant ?" exclaimed I. Step out to the front, sir.” neighbourhood, and, embellished with numerous facetious

Col.--" What are you about there, Mr Gay?-you are additions, became the subject of village mirth; my rivals out of the line altogether—dress by the right.”

gloated on it, and the old maids, whom I had incautious* Rear rank, take close order-march."-" What am ly neglected, caught the echo, and carried the tale from I to do now, Sergeant ?”

house to house. I was saved, however, from the agony “ Face to the right, sir, and step to the rear.” (Laugh- of encountering the public gaze and mock sympathy, by ter among the men.)“ Some of the men are laughing, being suddenly recalled to the regiment, then about to Sergeant. Mark them down for drill; and, in the proceed on foreign service from Dublin, where I arrived meantime, tell me who they are. “ The whole regi- a few days previous to embarkation. ment, sir, including the Colonel.”

Among the many ways in which I had paid for the In this way did I struggle through the difficulties of pleasure of wearing a red coat, I had, somehow or other, my profession, until the regiment received orders to hold neglected the trifling one of paying my tailor; and one itself in readiness for foreign service, when I obtained a day, while sporting my figure, and escorting a fashionable month's leave of absence, to pay a farewell visit to my beauty along Dame Street, just at the most interesting friends.

moment of a most tender and interesting conversation, I Great was the attention which I received upon arri- received a somewhat unceremonious slap on the shoulder, ring at my native village. I was adored by the women, and turning round, in no very gentle mood at the imperand envied and hated by the men. My red coat was too tinent interruption, was thus accosted by the vulgar inmuch for them. However, I was not satisfied with be truder :-" By your lave, sir, and begging your pardon, ing the first man in the village, but resolved to extend I arrest you at the suit of Mr Tick, the tailor, for a remy conquests to the neighbouring towns at one of which, gimental coat,—the same, I suppose, at present on your about six miles distant, I had promised to open a ball back." with the then reigning belle of the place—to which, ha- To have knocked the fellow down would, doubtless, ring forwarded a pair of snow-white inexpressibles, and have been my first impulse; but of all power of action some other ball-room requisites, (reserving my red coat and thought I was, for the moment, utterly deprived by to walk in,) I proceeded towards the scene of elegant the shock of such a dreadful exposure. gaiety in the evening.

A flash of fire shot through my brain, the sight forI had travelled about half the distance, when, at a so- sook my eyes, and the last sound of which I was conlitary turn of the road, which winded along the foot of a scious, after the words of the accursed dun, was a loud hill, I suddenly popped upon a bull, who, far from being burst of laughter, amidst which my fair friend vanished infected with the general partiality for scarlet, no sooner like a witch in a clap of thunder. Upon recovering my beheld the colour of my coat, than, setting up a wild roar, senses, I made the tipstaff call a coach, in which we prohe instantly gave chase, and came after me at full gallop. ceeded to the barracks, where my debt was discharged,

I had fancied myself a hero. I thought I could march pro tempore, by the paymaster, and the following day saw up unshrinking to the cannon's mouth; but, like many me fairly afloat upon the wide ocean. other gentlemen of the sword, though proof against a charge of cavalry, I could not stand a charge of horning ; so, leaving the main road, I dashed along the foot of the Once more behold me restored to my country, after hill towards a swamp, with the recollection and geogra- being baptized with fire, of which I bore a certificate in phy of which my good genius at that moment supplied the shape of a bad wound. Upon arriving at my native me Meantime, the bull came roaring after, and was ra- village, I received a friendly visit from the doctor, who pidly gaining ground, while I, (oh, humbling thought to made many kind enquiries after my health, and expressthe pride of valour !) the love of the ladies, and the envy ed a curiosity to look at my wound, which had only just of the men, was running in mortal fear, like a hare be- healed. He gazed upon it in mysterious silence, and fore the hounds.

upon being asked what he thought of it, replied, that a The bog was now close before me, and the bull close gun-shot wound was a very complex thing, combining in behind—my bane and antidote-and yet the swamp itself the nature of three different mischiefs, viz. a cut, a might be soft enough to drown mem(what a death for a tear, and a bruise; and before he could give any opinion, soldier !) so, betwixt the bog and the bull's horns, I felt it would be necessary to lay it open from the bottom-a myself betwixt the horns of a dilemma.

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The next is Tam Watt, who is grieve to the Laird,

Last Sabbath, at puir me a sheep's ee he threw ; orbitant fee for his gratuitous call, and (I suppose) for But Tam's like the pickters I've seen o' Blue Beard, not performing the operation, thinking, no doubt, that And sic folk's nio that chancie, if what they say's true.

Then there's Grierson the cobbler, he'll fleech, an' he'll beg, the intention was equivalent to the act, the non-perform

That I'd be his awl in awl, dailin', and doo; ance of which was not his fault, but mine. I paid his But Grierson the cobbler's a happity leg.

And nae man that hobbles need come here to woo. demand, and took my revenge by making him the theme of some doggerel verses, the two last of which, touching

And there's Murdoch the gauger, whı rides a blind horse,

And nae man can mak' a mair beautifu' boo; the most prominent features of his countenance and cha

But I shall ne'er tak him, for better, for worse, racter, namely, great goggling eyes, and most unconscion- For, sax days a-week, gauger Murdoch is fou. able cupidity, run thus :

I wonder when Willie Waught's faylher 'll die,

I wonder how that trings the bluid to my brow;
Far out the doctor's large eyes lolling

I wonder if Willie will then be for me ;
Seem as about to leave their sockets;

I wonder if then he'll be coming to woo.
Like billiard balls they still are rolling
About the curners of the pockets.

“ It's your turn now to sing, Tammy,” said Robin, If bleeding good for health thou deemest,

“ although I dinna ken that ye are very gude at it.” And dost consult this doctor bold,

“Me sing!” cried Tammy, “ I canna even sing a psalm, Thou'lt find in him the true Alchymist,

far less a sang ; but if ye like, I'll tell you a story." Who makes thy vein a vein of gold.

“ Come awa then, a story is next best ; but haud a' Such, reader, are a few of the miseries arising from my red coat. Its brightness has now faded like the your tongues there, you chiels,” cried Robin, giving the

wink to his cronies, “ we a' ken Tammy is unco gude at hopes to which it gave rise, and is, indeed, so very dark, telling a story, mair especially if it be about himsell." that I fancy it is going into mourning for all the ills of

“ Aweel," said Tammy, clearing his throat, “ I'll tell which it has been the cause.

you what happened to me when I was ance in Embro'.

I fancy ye a' ken the Calton hill ?"

• Whatna daftlike question is that, when ye ken very A Chapter from an unpublished Novel, by the Authors of weel we hae a' been in Embro’ as weel as yoursell ?”

the « Ödd Volume,Tales and Legends,gc. “ Weel then,” began Tammy, “ I was coming ower " The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter :

the hill" And aye the ale was growing better."

“ What hill ?" asked Jamie Wilson. “ Corstorphine BURNS.

hill ?" On the evening of that day which saw Mrs Wallace

“ Corstorphine fiddlestick !” exclaimed Tammy ; “did enter Park a bride, Robin Kinniburgh and a number of his cronies met at the village alehouse to celebrate the ye no hear me say the Calton hill at the first, which, ye

ken, is thought there the principal hill ?" happy event. Every chair, stool, and bench, being occu

“ What's that ye're saying about Principal Hill ?" pied, Robin and his chum, Tammy Tacket, took posses- asked Robin ; “ I kent him weel ance in a day.” sion of the top of the meal girnel; and, as they were ele

Now, Tammy," cried Willie Walkinshaw, vated somewhat above the company, they appeared like

no gang on wi' your story, without a' this balwavering two rival provosts, lowking down on their surrounding and nonsense about coming ower ane o' our Professors ; bailies. “ It's a gude thing," said Tammy,“ that the wives and my faith, it's no an easy matter to come ower some o

them." weans are keepit out the night ; folk get enough o' them

“ Very well,” said Tammy, a little angrily, “ I'll say at hame."

nae mair about it, but just drap the hill." “I wonder," said Jamie Wilson, “what's become o

“ Whare, whare ?” cried several voices at once. Andrew Gilmour."

“ I'm thinking,” said Robin, drily, “ some o' the Em“ Hae ye no heard,” said Robin, “ that his wife died bro' folk would be muckle obliged to ye if ye would drap yesterday ?”

it in the Nor Loch." “ Is she dead ?” exclaimed Tammy Tacket : “ faith,"

“ Ye're a set o' gomerils!" exclaimed Tammy, in great continued he, giving Robin a jog with his elbow, “ I think wrath, “ I meant naething o' the sort ; but only that I a man might hae waur furniture in his house than a dead would gie ower speaking about it.”

“ So we're no to hae the story after a',” said Matthew “ That's a truth,” replied Jamie Wilson," as mony an Henderson. honest man kens to his cost.—But send round the pint

“ Yes,” said Tammy,“ I'm quite agreeable to tell’t, if stoup, and let us hae a health to the laird and the leddy, ye will only sit still and haud your tongues.--Aweel, I and mony happy years to them and theirs."

was coming ower the hill ae night" When the applause attending this toast had subsided,

“ Odsake, Tammy,” cried Robin, “ will ye ne'er get Robin was universally called on for a song.

ower that hill ? ye hae tell’t us that ten times already; “ I hae the host,” answered Robin; “ that's aye


gang on, man, wi' the story." the leddies say when they are asked to sing."

“ Then, to mak a lang story short, as I was coming “ Deil a host is about you,” cried Wattie Shuttle ; ower the hill ae night about ten o'clock, I fell in—" come awa' wi' a sang without mair ado.”

“ Fell in !" cried Matthew Henderson, “ where? “ Weel,” replied Robin, “ what maun be, maun be; was't a hole, or a well ?” so I'll gie ye’ a sang, that was made by a laddie that lived

“ I fell in,” replied Tammy," wi' a maneast-awa; he was aye daundering, poor chiel, amang the

Fell in wi' a man!" said Willie Walkinshaw ;“weel, broomie knowes, and mony's the time I hae seen him ly- as there were twa o'ye, ye could help ane anither out.” ing at the side o' the wimpling burn, writing on ony bit

“ Na, na,” roared Tammy, “I dinna mean that at a'; paper he could get haud o'. After he was dead, this bit I just cam up wi' him—" sang was found in his pocket, and his puir mother gied it

“ I doubt, Tammy,” cried Robin, giving a sly wink to to me, as a kind o' keepsake ; and now I'll let you hear his cronies, “ if ye gaed up the Calton hill wi' a man at it,--I sing it to the tune o' I hae laid a herrin' in saut.""

ten o'clock at night, I'm thinking ye'll hae been boozing

some gate or ither wi' him afore that.” It's I'm a sweet lassie, without e'er a fau't ;

“ Me boozing ?” cried Tammy; “ I ne'er saw the Sae ilka ane tell's me,-sae it maun be true;

man's face afore or since ; unless it was in the police To his kail, my auld fayther has plenty o' saut, And that brings the lads in gowpens to woo.

office the next day." There's Saunders M'Latchie, wha bides at the Mill,

“ Now, Tammy Tacket,” said Robin, gravely, “ just He wants a wee wifie, to bake and to brew; But Saunders, for me, at the Mill may stay still,

tak’ a frien's advice, and gie ower sic splores ; they're no For his first wife was puishioned, if what they say's true. creditable to a decent married man like you; and dinna



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