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ridge, are the individuals generally known as the “ Poets of the LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

Lakes,' because, at one time, they all resided in the neighbourhood of Keswick, and were constant companions and bon vivants, as far as related, at least, to three of them. They are now separated, and, we

believe, seldom meet or correspond. Southey remains at Keswick; We understand that Messrs Blackie, Fullarton, and Co. of Glasgow, Wordsworth, at Rydal Mount; Wilson, at Edinburgh ; Coleridge, at will speedily publish a small volume, entitled Life on Board a Man

Hampstead ; and the celebrated • Opium Eater' is gone to take posof War; being a Narrative of the Adventures of a British Sailor in

session of a family estate in the neighbourhood of Kendal, which has his Majesty's service, embracing a particular account of the Battle of

devolved to him by the death of his mother."-We have seldom seen Navarino, &c. The narrator served on board the Genoa, and much

so many erroneous statements in so short a space.

The five poets interesting matter will be given regarding the conduct of that vessel mentioned never "all resided in the neighbourhood of Keswick." during the action, and the accusations brought against Captain Dick. Southey does not “ remain at Keswick,” for he has gone to settle enson.

permanently in London. Wordsworth does not remain “at Rydal We understand that the Annals of the Peninsular Campaigns, from Mount," for his family are spending this season on the sea-coast, and 1808 tn 1814, by the author of Cyril Thornton, will be published on he himself is, or has been, till very lately, in Ireland. Wilson does the 21st of November.

not remain “at Edinburgh,” for he has been the whole of the sumMr Cooper's new novel, The Borderers, or the Wept of Wish-ton- mer at his seat of Elleray on Windermere, and will not return to Edin Wish, which we were the first to announce on this side of the Atlan. burgh till near the end of next month. The Opium Eater is not tie, refers to that period when the early settlers of New England be “gone to take possession of a family estate in the neighbourhood of came involved in the most fearful struggles with the native owners Kendal,” but is living in a small cottage at Rydal, where his wife of the soil. Of the heroism and high daring of the Indian character, presented him the other day with his fifth daughter, and sixth child. there are numerous instances on record; and we think that few pe- So much for the accuracy of the Cumberland Pacquet. riods of American history present so many deeply interesting and

GYMNASTICS-Scotland VERSUS France.-The paragraph concern. striking events as that which Mr Cooper has chosen.

ing gymnastics in our last has procured us several communications The three American Annuals for 1830, from Boston, Philadelphia, from Highlauders and others. In the first place, we are informed and New York, will arrive soon in this country. They will be en- that Gymnastics are a very secondary object with the “ Highland riched with numerous engravings, and contributions from the most Club,” and are introducel merely for the sake of the younger memdistinguished writers in the United Slates.

bers--the Club's funds being appropriated almost entirely to the edu. The first volume of a new series of the Extractor will be published cation of nearly one hundred children. In the next place, we learn speedily, under the enlarged title of the Polar Star of Entertainment that the Revue Encyclopedique must have made some egregious misand Popular Science.

take in its statement of the feats performed by our Scottish GymDr Amot's Elements of Physics, or Natural Philosophy, will be nasts, which led to the boast that the untrained French peasants completed by the publication of the Second Volume, of which the could beat them all. We shall now mention, for the special considerfirst half, comprehending the subjects of Heat and Light, is to appear ation of the Revue Encyclopedique, what the true state of the case is. early in October. It will be accompanied by a Fourth Edition of Vol. The best throwing of the hammer ever seen in Scotland has taken I., in which the true nature of the common defect in Speech, called place at the annual meetings of the St Ronan's, the St Fillan's, and Stuttering, or Stammering, is exposed ; and a Key is given, for ef- the Six Feet Club of Edinburgh; and at these meetings, we venture feetually setting free the imprisoned voice.

to say, that it has been better thrown than it ever has, or can be A second volume of the Topography, Edifices, and Ornaments of thrown, at least in modern times. A hammer, weighing between Pompeii, by Sir W. Gell, is in preparation, containing an account 21 and 22 pounds, has been thrown, by a two handed steady throw, of the excavations since the publication of the former volume, with 70 feet; and a hammer, weighing between 16 and 17 pounds, has several additional interesting remains.

been thrown, in the same way, 80 feet,-—where a turn or swing was Hazlitt's Life of Napoleon, the two last volumes of which have allowed, it has been thrown 914 feet. As to the light hammer throwbeen so long delayed by various circumstances, is about to be pub- ing, which is done with one hand, though, we believe, it is not prolished in a completed state.

perly a Scottish sport, and is looked upon with great contempt by The Rev. Mr Dyer is said to be engaged in finishing the Life of those who pretend to understand the subject, yet George Scougal, of Shirley, for the new edition of his Works, edited by the late Mr

Inuerleithen, has thrown a 10-pound hammer upwards of 115 feet. Gifford, and printed off many years ago. We trust Dr Ireland, Gif

Next, as to high leaping, one of the members of the Six Feet Club ford's executor, has supplied to Mr Dyer the various manuscripts and

has cleared, at a standing leap, that is, without any previous movememoranda which had been prepared by Mr Gilchrist and others, and given to Mr Gifford, to complete the Biography of Shirley and

ment, the height of 4 stet 8 inches. Many of the members of the

same Club have cleared, at a running high leap, 5 feet; and there is the Essay upon his Works. Historical Memoirs of the Church and Court of Rome, from the

one of them who, as well as Anderson, a tailor in Innerleithen, has establishment of Christianity under Constantine to the present period, cleared his own height, which was 6 feet 1 inch, but he must surely

cleared 5 feet 4 inches. Ireland, the famous leaper, is said to have is announced by the Rev. H. C. O'Donnoghue, A.M. St John's College, Cambridge. And also, by the same author, the Peculiar Doc

have had the assistance of a spring-board. An ancestor of one of the

members of the Six Feet Club leapt in and out of 12 hogsheads withtrines of the Church of Rome, as contained exclusively in her own

out stopping to take breath. We have particularly to request that Conciliar Decrees and Pontifical Bulls, examined and disproved. A volume of Sermons, by the Bishop of London, is nearly ready

the Revue Encyclopedique will digest these facts before it again venfor publication.

tures to talk lightly of Scottish gymnastics. "A Life of Romney the Painter will, we are informed, be published merits of the sketches and models of the monument to be erected in this

FINE ARTS. The committee appointed to judge of the respective about next March. The publisher of the Cornwall and Devon Magazine, after some

city to the late Duke of York, have not yet come to any definite resolu

tion. Two designs, proposed by Macdonald, are now to be seen in the what naively " calling the attention of the reading world to a Ma

rooms of the Institution, and the larger of the two strikes us as very gazine which has existed for some years past," announces that he has elegant and appropriate. We observe that the casts from the Elgin been put in possession of a variety of original articles, from the pen marbles, to which we some weeks ago directed our readers' attention, of the late Dr Walcott,- the celebrated Peter Pindar,—which are to

are still allowed to lie scattered around the octagon, covered occasionappear from time to time in his Magazine.

ally with the hats and coats of the attendants, or the mats and mops CAMBRIDGE.-There are 102 Professors or Lecturers in the Uni- which the servants are at a loss to dispose of. Was it with this view versity of Cambridge; and the average number of residents in status that they were presented to the Institution ? Might it not be as weh papillari is 1600, so that there is rather more than one Professor to remove them up stairs to the Trustees' Gallery, where they might be to sixteen students, whilst at Berlin, one of the best endowed of the of use, and not exposed to accidents ? - The sudden and lamented Continental Universities, the average is about one Professor to thir. death of Sir William Arbuthnot has left the secretaryship to the ty-two students. We should be glad to learn from any of our cor- board of Trustees vacant. It is not yet known who is to supply his respondents what the average exactly is in Edinburgh.

place.-Wilkie's contribution to the new edition of the Waverley NoThere will shortly be published at Stutgard, a “ Corpus Philoso- vels is now engraving, and promises (if we may judge from the outphorum optimæ patæ qui ab Reformatione usque ad Kantii ætatem, line) to be worthy of the artist. The subject is from Old Mortality, floruerunt." It will contain the select works of Bacon, Descartes, Morton taken away from his uncle's by Bothwell and his troopers. Spinoza, Locke, Hume, Leibnitz, and others.

-Simpson is busy painting “ The Luncheon," a companion to his THE LAKE POETS.- The Cumberland Pacquet, a newspaper which. “ Twelfth of August," which he exhibited last year.-Landseer has by virtue of its locality, ought to have had accurate information con- transmitted a painting to Edinburgh, from which an engraving is to eerning the Lake Poets, favours us with the following paragraph, be taken to illustrate the Bride of Lammermoor. It represents the which has been making the round of the newspapers, and which we deliverance of Sir William Ashton and Lucy from the wild bull, by the copy for the purpose of contradicting almost the whole of it:- Master of Ravenswood. The arrangement of the figures is circular. " Wordsworth, Southey, Professor Wilson, De Quincey, and Cole- Lucy lies on the foreground in a swoon ; behind her, and supporting her head, stands her father, to the right hand of the spectators; and use of critical spectacles, by which objects are, almost invariably, farther back, and rather to the left, the Master is seen advancing to- dimmed, dismembered, or distorted. The Annuals, destined, as they wards them. The head and shoulders of the dead animal appear be- are, to be the messengers of love, affection, and friendship, it was to tween them. Backwards, on either side, are trees, with a long vista be hoped would have been deemed sacred, and reinained unsullied opening in the centre. The picture, altogether, is a beautiful piece by any contaminating touch. Alas! the nightshade of puffery has of composition.

already darkened around them, and will, it is to be feared, speedily SMALL TALK PROM FRANCE.-The law of the 18th July, 1828, re- consign them to a premature grave. The gems of art, too, with quires that all Literary Journals find caution, but excepts from this which they are so profusely adorned, are deprived of half their lustre, necessity such as are not published oftener than twice a-week. A Mon. by being prematurely exposed to the blighting influence of critical Selligue set on foot, some time ago, three journals, beautifully print- cant; and those delightful emotions which they are calculated to ime ed on rose paper, and entitled," Le Trilby, Album des Salons;"

part to the cultivated and sensitive mind utterly annihilated. Each • Le Lutin, Echo des Salons ; " " Le Sylphe, Journal des Salons ;" one is ticketed and labelled beforehand-the charm of novelty is de each of which appeared twice a-week. The ministry, fancying that stroyed—the luxury of unrestrained feeling is unknown. Trust me, this slight difference in the title of three journals, which exactly co- that he who has been tasting every dish during the cooking will bare incided in every other respect, was merely a device for evading the but little relish for his dinner, and that, if you would have your law, commenced a prosecution against them before the court of cor- friend enjoy his repast, you must keep him ignorant of the viands rectional police. The publisher offered to prove, by the lists of sub- till they are placed before him. These hasty remarks on an importscribers to each, that they were independent speculations, and the ant subject I submit to your impartial judgment, and am, with de cause was given in his favour. The Procureur du Roi was instructed ference and respect, yours,

W.P. to appeal to the Cour Royale; but this tribunal has confirmed the Edinburgh, 28th September, 1829. decision of the inferior court.-Although the liberty of the press has

Theatrical Gossip.-It is understood that Covent Garden Theatre been conceded in France, inspectors of the book-trade have been re

will open next Monday. Mr Fawcett resigns the stage management tained, whose business it is to give notice of the appearance of dan- to Mr Bartley. Mr Kemble has received offers from Miss Paton and gerous works. By an ordonnance, which appeared in the Moniteur from Madame Malibran, to perform one night, and from Mr Kean of 15th September, the four inspectors of Paris have been superseded, to perform twenty-four nights, gratuitously, in aid of the fund. The and their office transferred to the Commissaries of Police. An au. shareholders of the theatre have agreed to relinquish all right to thor in this country would look rather queer, were Sir Richard Bir- their dividends for the ensuing season, and also to allow the arrears nie to be added to the long lane of reviewers through which he must of their annuities to remain as a debt on the theatre for three years. run the gauntlet.-M. Chateaubriand is expected to publish, by the - It is said that the opening play will be “ Romeo and Juliet," the monih of January, two volumes “ On the History of France."— The part of Romeo by Charles Kemble, and that of Juliet by his daughter Bridge of Louis XVI., at Paris, is to be adorned with twelve statues. Miss Kemble-her first appearance on any stage. A comedy in three The ninth (that of Bayard) has just been placed on its pedestal. acts, called “ Procrastination," from the pen of Mr Howard Payne, There remain to be completed the statues of Segur, Colbert, and

has been successful at the Haymarket; but the critics do not seem Tourville. - An interesting dramatic solemnity was celebrated at

to think very highly of it.-The English Opera house is about to Rouen on Saturday the 19th September, the whole proceeds of which

close, and the Adelphi has reopened.—De Begnis, Curioni, Blasis, were paid to the subscription which has been commenced with a view

Castelli, and Spagnoletti, have formed a little operatic company, to erect a statue to Corneille. The evening's entertainments com

and instead of coming here as they at one time proposed, are about menced with a poetical address, composed by Casimir Delavigne;

to visit Dublin.-Young Incledon is to come out at Drury-Lane as the play was Cinna; and the festival concluded with an opera of Young Meadows, in " Love in a Village.”—Miss Stephens, who has Boyeldieu.- Mayerbeer is now in Paris, and is busy with a new

been at Paris for some time with her brother and sister, has returned,

but has made no engagement at either of the theatres.-Seymour of Opera, which is to be brought out at the Academie de Musique. The

Glasgow has been busy converting the Riding School into a theatre ; words are by Scribe, the popular French dramatist.

and Kean, who it is said has a share in the speculation, is now per

forming there. At his benefit here on Wednesday night, he was THB INDEPENDENCE OF THE PERIODICAL PRESS.

loudly called for after the curtain sell, and at length made his ap.

pearance. As soon as the applause subsided he said,-“ Ladies and To the Editor of the Edinburgh Literary Journal.

Gentlemen, I feel highly flattered by this mark of your regard. It Sir, I have observed, with much pleasure, that your critical la- has ever been my endeavour to please an Edinburgh audience more bours are directed, not unfrequently, to the exposure of talentless ef- than perhaps any other. I know that the approbation with which frontery, and of that dishonest system of " puffing," which, unless a you have honoured me proceeds from persons of enlightened judge timely check can be devised, threatens to extinguish sound learn- ment and warm feelings. I hope at a future opportunity to be better ing and genuine literature in this country. You cannot render a more able to testify my gratitude."- Madame Vestris, who was to have important service to letters, than by holding up to public reprobation appeared on Thursday evening, postponed her debut till to-night those bibliopolic arts which are now systematically employed to se

in consequence of a severe cold. We suppose our friend OLD CBRcure, for productions utterly contemptible, a temporary and profit

BEKUS will take her between his paws next week. able popularity. No doubt the cheat, in most instances, is sooner

WEEKLY List of PERFORMANCES. or later discovered; but the counterfeit coin, though withdrawn from general circulation, may contrive for a while to deceive the ignorant

Sept. 26-Oct. 2. and the unwary. If the press continue much longer to pursue its pre- SAT. Othello, & 'Twould Puzzle a Conjuror. sent profligate and mercenary career, the only safety of the reading Mon. Macbeth, 4 Mary Stuart. public will consist in interpreting its literary decisions by the rule of Turs. Richard III., & Happiest Day of my Life. contraries. In proof of the charge which I have brought against the pe

WED. Hamlet, & 'Twould Puzzle a Conjuror. riodical criticism of the day, I might appeal to almost every Review, Thur. Rob Roy, $ The Bottle Imp. Magazine, and Newspaper in the kingdom. Amid this general pros

FRI. Theatre shut. tration, however, there are an honourable few who have not bowed the knee to Baal,"-and among these the EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL is proudly distinguished. After this deserved tribute to your

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. general impartiality and independence, you will perhaps be surprised

The communication from “ J. C. U." of Linton, shall have a when I inform you, that the present observations were suggested by place. We are sorry that the “ Adventure on the coast of Kent” is an article in the Journal of Saturday last. The article is a very ex

a great deal too long for us; but the author seems to have a complete cellent one, on a very delightful subject-the Annuals for 1830. It command of his subject, and we shall be glad to receive from bima is, I have not the slightest doubt, sincere and candid from beginning of cute to us. We do not see any necessity for publishing “4. B.5°

short nautical sketch or two.—Mr Brydson's communication will be to end; and yet, I question much whether it should ever have been written. I recollect the time when it would have been regarded as no

Letter.-"Bennevis" is in types mean feat to criticise a work without reading it; but no one is now

The Poem by the late Mr Balfour is in types, but is unavoidably considered free of the craft who cannot criticise a work before it is postponed. - The Poem from New York will appear in our nextwritten. Before a publication now issues from the press, it has been

We intend giving a place to “ The Sea Fight," by“ M.” of Glasgow. obtruded on our notice to very loathing-the eternal puff presents it

when we have room for it.- Our Correspondent in Moray Place seems self wherever we turn our eyes; so that, when it does appear, instead

to be a poet of most extraordinary genius.-" A Picture," by our of receiving it with complacency, we are only anxious to see it con

fair friend in Banff, shall have an early place." Lines written in a signed to speedy oblivion. We turn with impatience from the sub

Bible," perhaps.-"The Lovers," by “H. W. G. L." will not suit us stance whose shadow has so long haunted us. In short, it is impos.

“ Letters from the West, No. VI.” in our next.-The Review of sible for us, now-a-days, to sit down to the perusal of any work with

Dr W. Brown's work is in types. ay unbiassed mind. We are no longer allowed to see with our own Erratum.- In the review of Mr Graham's work in our last, for eyes, or judge with our own judgment. We are compelled to make "Mr Collet," read “ Mr Coltart."

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race to which she evidently owed her birth, she had the wild and timid look of those with whom she had grown into wo

manhood. Her beauty would have been remarkable in any Works on the Eve of Publication.— Cooper's New region of the earth, while the play of muscle, the ingenuou, Novel- The Borderers.-The Venetian Bracelet, and beaming of the eye, and the freedom of limb and action's

were such as seldom pass beyond the years of childhood, other Poems. By Miss Landon.—

The Diary and Cor- among people who, in attempting to improve, so often mar respondence of Philip Doddridge, D.D.-The Epping the works of Nature.” Hunt. By Thomas Hood, Esq.

We shall add to this fresh and vigorous portrait two We have not yet been able to peruse these works with others, the one of a European, and the other of an Indian sufficient attention to give a detailed account of them, or

Warrior : to pronounce upon them decided opinions. As we are

THE EUROPEAN AND THE INDIAN. unwilling, however, that our readers should not know “ Mark, like most of his friends, had cast aside all supersomething about them as soon as possible, we shall to-day fuous vestments ere he approached the scene of strife. The give an extract or two from each of them, with only a

upper part of his body was naked to the shirt, and even this single introductory remark in explanation, and shall after he had already passed. The whole of his full and heaving

had been torn aşunder by the rude encounters through which wards avail ourselves of the most convenient opportunity chest was bare, exposing the white skin and blue veins of to offer our matured judgment on their respective merits. one whose fathers had come from towards the rising sun.

In his novel of the Borderers, Cooper is on his old His swelling form rested on a leg, that seemed planted in ground among the Backwoodsmen. We have already defiance, while the other was thrown in front, like a lever made our readers acquainted with his general merits as a

to control the expected movements. His arms were extend. writer. His present work is to be classed with “ The ed to the rear, the hands grasping the barrel of a musket, Last of the Mohicans,” “ The Pioneers,” and “ The which threatened death to all who should come within its Prairie," as forming one of that historical series illustra- hair of his Saxon lineage, was a little advanced above the

sweep. The head, covered with the short, curling, yellow tive of the gradual change effected in the condition of the left shoulder, and seemed placed in a manner to preserve the Indians by the encroachments of Europeans. The date equipoise of the whole frame. The brow was flushed, the of the story is the 17th century, and the leading incidents lips compressed and resolute, the veins of the neck and relate to the contests carried on by the Puritan settlers of temples swollen nearly to bursting, and the eyes contracted, that time in Pennsylvania with the natives. The book

but of a gaze that bespoke equally the feelings of desperate is one which will afford excellent scope for a detailed and determination and of entranced surprise.

“On the other hand, the Indian warrior was a man still interesting review. Meanwhile, we extract the following more likely to be remarked. The habits of his people had sketch of the heroine :

brought him, as usual, into the field with naked limbs and

nearly uncovered body. The position of his frame was that “ The age of the stranger was under twenty. In form of one prepared to leap; and it would have been a comparishe rose above the usual stature of an Indian maid, though son, tolerated by the license of poetry, to have likened his the proportions of her person were as light and buoyant as straight and agile form to the semblance of a crouching panat all comported with the fulness that properly belonged to

ther. The projecting leg sustained the body, bending under ber years. The limbs, seen below the folds of a short kirtle its load more with the free play of muscle and sinew, than of bright scarlet cloth, were just and tapering, even to the from any weight, while the slightly stooping head was a nicest proportions of classic beauty; and never did foot of little advanced beyond the perpendicular. One hand was higher instep, and softer roundness, grace a feathered moc

clenched on the helve of an axe, that lay in a line with the casin. Though the person, from the neck to the knees, was

right thigh, while the other was placed, with a firm gripe, hid by a tightly-fitting vest of calico and the short kirtle on the buckhorn handle of a knife that was still sheathed at named, enough of the shape was visible to betray outlines his girdle. The expression of the face was earnest, severe, that had never been injured, either by the mistaken devices and perhaps a little fierce, and yet the whole was tempered of art, or by the baneful effects of toil. The skin

was only by the immovable and dignified calm of a chief of high quavisible at the hands, face, and neck. Its lustre

having been lities. The eye, however, was gazing and riveted, and, a little dimmed by exposure, a rich rosy tint had usurped like that of the youth whose life he threatened, it appeared the natural brightness of a complexion that had once been singularly contracted with wonder. fair, even to brilliancy. The eye was full, sweet, and of a

“ The momentary pause that succeeded the movement by blue that emulated the sky of evening ; the brows soft and which the two antagonists threw themselves into these fine arched; the nose straight, delicate, and slightly Grecian; mitted play of muscle, neither even seemed to breathe. The

attitudes was full of meaning. Neither spoke, neither perthe forehead fuller than that which properly belonged to a girl of the Narragansetts, but regular, delicate, and polished; for his deadly

effort ; nor would it have been possible to trace,

delay was not like that of preparation, for each stood ready and the hair, instead of dropping in long straight tresses of in the compressed energy of the countenance of Mark, or in jet black, broke out of the restraints of a band of beaded the lofty and more practised bearing of the front and eye of wampum, in ringlets of golden yellow.

" The peculiarities that distinguished this female from the the Indian, any thing like wavering of purpose. others of her tribe, were not confined alone to the indelible tion foreign to the scene appeared to possess them both, each marks of nature. Her step was more elastic; her gait more active frame unconsciously accommodating itself to the erect and graceful; her foot less inwardly inclined, and

her bloody business of the hour, while the inscrutable agency of whole movements freer and more decided than those of a

the mind held them, for a brief interval, in check." racedoomed, from infancy, to subjection and labour. Though

Miss Landon, after a silence of two years, has again ornamented by some of the prized inventions of the hated come before the public. We have watched this young

THE BEAUTY OF AN INDIAN FOREST.

An emo

lady's progress with considerable interest, though not with

• Sleep, heart of mine; the same romantic partiality displayed by her friend the

But if on thy slumbers editor of the London Literury Gazette.

Of her present

Breathe one faint murmur volume, we shall have something serious to say very soon.

Of his charm'd numbers, It consists of “ The Venetian Bracelet,"-a story in the

Waken, heart of mine, style of “ The Improvisatrice” and “ The Troubadour,"

From such dangerous sleeping; -“ The Lost Pleiad,"_" The History of the Lyre,”-and

Love's haunted visions a great number of other poems in every variety of verse.

Ever end in weeping.'
The following extract presents a very favourable and plea- But now no more of song-I will not loso
sing specimen of Miss Landon's powers :

Another legend of my nurse's store.
A DRAMATIC SCENE.

A whole year must have added to her list " Bertha. It is in this we differ; I would seek

Of ghastly murders, spiritual visitings;

At least 'iwill make the ancient ones seem new.
To blend my very being into thine
I'm even jealous of thy memory:

Jaromir. And you will listen like a frighted child, I wish our childhood had been pass'd together.

I think I see you—when the turret clock Jaromir. Bertha, sweet Bertha! would to Heaven it had! Has toll?d the night-bour heavily; the hearth What wouldst thou with a past that knew thee not?

Has only flickering embers, wbich send forth Bertha. To make that past my own by confidence,

Gleams of distorting light; the untrimm'd lamp By mingled recollections; I would fain

Exaggerates the shadows, till they seem Our childish sorrows had been wept together :

Flung by no human shape ; the hollow voice

Of that old crone, the only living sound;
But as this cannot be, I speak of them
The very speaking does associate us-

Her face, on which mortality has writ
I speak of them, that, in those coming years,

Its closing, with the wan and bony hand When youthful hours rise up within the mind,

Raised like a spectre's; and yourself the while Like lovely dreams some sudden chance has brought,

Cold from the midnight chill, and white with fear; To fill the eyes with long-forgotten tears,

Your large blue eyes darker and larger grown

With terror's chain'd attention, and your breath
My image may be with them, as of one
Who held such sympathy with aught of thine.

Suppress'd for very earnestness. Well, love,
Jaromir. Sweetest! no more of this: my youth bath pass'a Good night ; and if our haunted air be filla
In harsh and rugged warfare, not the scenes

With spirits, may they watch o'er thee like love! Of young knights with white plumes and gallant steeds, Bertha. Good night, good night! the kind Madonna shed With lady's favour on each burnish'd crest,

Her blessings o'er thee.

[Exit Jaromir.

'Tis his last footfall, I can catch no more! Whose tournaments in honour of fair dames May furnish tales to suit the maiden's ear

Methinks he passid too quickly. Had I left

This room, I should have counted every step,
I've had no part in such ; I only know
Of war the terrible reality;

Have linger'd in the threshold ; but he went
The long night-watch beneath the driving snow,

Rapidly, carelessly. Now out on this, The unsoothed pillow, where the strong man lay

The very folly of a loving heart!

0 Jaromir! it is a fearful thing Like a weak child, by weary sickness worn Even to weeping, -or the ghastly dead,

To love as I love thee! to feel the worldBy the more ghastly dying, whose last breath

The bright, the beautiful, joy-giving worldPass'd in a prayer for water, but in vain ;

A blank without thee. Never more to me O'er them their eager comrades hurry on

Can hope, joy, fear, wear different seemings. Now To slaughter others. How thy cheek is blanch'd !

I have no hope that does not dream for thee. I truly said these were no tales for thee.

I have no joy that is not shared by thee; Come, take thy lute, and sing just one sweet song

I have no fear that does not dread for thee.

All that I once took pleasure in-my lute
To till my sleep with music.
Bertha.
Then good night.

Is only sweet when it repeats thy name;
I have so much to say to my old nurse ;

My flowers, I only gather them for thee; This is her annual visit, and she waits

The book drops listless down, I cannot read, Within my chamber,--so one only song.

Unless it is to thee; my lonely hours My lute is tuneless with this damp night-air ;

Are spent in shaping forth our future lives, Like to our own glad spirits, its fine chords

After my own romantic fantasies. Are soon relax'd.

He is the star round which my thoughts revolve Jaromir. Then sing, love, with the wind,

Like satellites. My father, can it be

That thine, the unceasing love of many years,
The plaining wind, and let that be thy lute.
Bertha. How wildly round our ancient battlements

Doth not so fill my heart as this strange guest?
The air-notes murmur! Blent with such a wind

I loved thee once so wholly-now methinks I heard the song which shall be ours to-night.

I love thee for that thou lovest Jaromir. She had a strange sweet voice the maid who sang,

It is the lamp gone out,—that dreams like these But early death was pale upon her cheek;

Should be by darkness broken! I am grown And she had melancholy thoughts that gave

So superstitious in my fears and hopes, Their sadness to her speech : she sat apart

As if I thought that all things must take part From all her young companions, in the shade

In my great love. Alas! iny poor old nurse,

How she has waited !"
Of an old tree-a gloomy tree, whose boughs
Hung o'er her as a pall :-'twas omen-like,

We are also well pleased with the flow of the following For she died young, of gradual decay,

stanzas, together with the turn of sentiment which per. As if the heart consumed itself. None knew

vades them : If she had loved ; but always did her song Dwell on love's sorrows.

A NIGHT IN MAY.

“ Light and glad through the rooms the gay music is waking, Sleep, heart of mine,

Where the young and the lovely are gathered to-night; Why should love awake thee?

And the soft cloudless lamps, with their lustre, are making
Like yon closed rosebud

A midnight hour only than morning less bright.
To thy rest betake thee,
'Sleep, heart of mine,

“ There are vases, the flowers within them are breathing Wherefore art thou beating?

Sighs almost as sweet as the lips that are near;
Do dreams stir thy slumbers,

Light feet are glancing, white arms are wreathing-
Vainest hopes repeating?

O temple of pleasure! thou surely art here,
Sleep, heart of mine,

“I

gazed on the scene; 'twas the dream of a minute ; Sleep thou without dreaming :

But it seem'd to me even as fairy-land fair ;
Love, the beguiler,

'Twas the cup's bright outside ; and, on glancing within it, Weareth such false seeming."

What but the dregs and the darkuess were there?

" False wave of the desert, thou art less beguiling

progress of love in the heart, as witness a long string of Than false beauty over the lighted hall shed ;

love letters which this book contains, from which we take What but the smiles that have practised their smiling, Weariness ever that feeling must be.

at random a specimen or two:

A LOVE LETTER BY DR DODDRIDGE. « Praise-flattery-opiates the meanest, yet sweetest « Dear Madam, I have so little opportunity of converAre ye the fame that my spirit hath dream'd?

sing with you alone, that I am forced to take this method Lute, when in such scenes, if homage thou meetest, of expressing my concern, and indeed my amazement, at Say, if like glory such vanity seem'd ?

what has just passed between us. I know you to be a lady

of admirable good sense, and I wish you would find out « O, for some island far off in the ocean,

the consistency of your behaviour yesterday and to-day. Where never a footstep bas press'd but mine own; Yesterday you expressly assured me you loved me as well With one hope, one feeling, one utter devotion

as I did you, which you know is to a very uncommon deTo my gift of song, once more the lovely, the lone! gree; and that it grieved you that you had given me so

much uneasiness, adding, you would take care to avoid it “ My heart is too much in the things that profane it; for the time to come. To-day you have been telling me

The cold and the worldly, why am I like them? you could not bear the thought of not being so rich as your Vanity! with my lute chords I must chain it,

sister ; that you do not know why you may not expect a Nor thus let it sully the Minstrel's best gem.

good man with a good estate! I leave you to judge whe

ther it be possible I should hear this remark without un" It rises before me, that island, where blooming,

easiness. And, if it be not, whether it were fit for you The flowers in their thousands are comrades for me ; to make it. Consider, madam, I am a rational creaAnd where, if one perish, so sweet its entombing,

ture; and though too much transported with love, yet, The welcome it seems of fresh leaves to the tree. blessed be God, not absolutely distracted! How then, do

you imagine I can put any confidence in the assurances you “ I'll wander among them when morning is weeping give me of your love, when you are so continually contraHer earliest tears, if such pearls can be tears;

dicting them ? For, do you not contradict them when you When the birds and the roses together are sleeping,

talk of discarding me for the sake of money? I always Till the mist of the day-break, like hope fulfill'd, clears. thought, my dear creature, you had been remarkable both

for good sense and religion. But I own I do not see how Grove of dark cypress, when noontide is finging it is reconcilable with

either, to throw aside those enterIts radiance of light, thou shalt then be my shrine;

tainments of a rational, a friendly, and a religious nature, I'll listen the song which the wild dove is singing, which you yourself think you may find in me, merely that And catch from its sweetness a lesson for mine.

you may eat and drink more sumptuously, and wear better

clothes, with some of those people whom the word of God " And when the red sunset at even is dying,

already brands as fools. Madam, I must presume so far as I'll watch the last flush as it fades on the wave;

to say that it is neither the part of a Christian nor a friend While the wind through the shells in its low music sighing, to keep me in such a continual uneasines You unfit me Will seem like the anthem peal'd over its grave.

for business, devotion, or company; and, in short, make my

very life burdensome by the inconsistency of your behaviour. " And when the bright stars which I worship are beaming, Let me, therefore, most earnestly entreat you not entirely And writing in beauty and fate on the sky,

to dismiss me, which God forbid, but resolutely to rememThen, mine own lute, be the hour for thy dreaming, ber your promises, and not to allow yourself those unboundAnd the night-flowers will open and echo thy sigh. ed liberties of saying every thing that the vanity of your

own dear excellent heart may prompt you to utter, without “ Alas ! but my dream has like sleep's visions vanish'd considering how I am able to bear it. As for what you The hall and the crowd are before me again :

said at parting, that I have a relish for the vanities of life, Sternly my sweet thoughts like fairies are banishid ; I own that I regard them too much. But, I bless God, Nay, the faith which believed in them now seems but such is not the governing temper of my mind; and that I vain.”

can say with full assurance, that I know how to postpone The Diary and Correspondence of Dr Doddridge, them, not only to my duty to God, but to my affection for

you; and I think you may easily believe it when I now which has just appeared, and which is edited by his great-give it under my hand, as you had it yesterday from my grandson, is rather startling in many respects ; and we mouth, that I will willingly and thankfully take you with question the prudence which has induced the worthy Doc- what your father and mother will give you, if by any means tor's descendant to give to the world so many of the pri- there be a prospect of the necessary comforts of life. I revate and confidential writings of his ancestor. The author main, dear madam, your sincere lover and respectful serof the “ Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul” appears to have had his weaknesses like other men, and we

By our next, it appears that the Doctor's fair one had regret that they should be laid before us at this time of exhibited symptoms of relenting, and he becomes, in conday, interfering, as they must do, with the sanctity which sequence, exceedingly fervent in his affection : has been long attached to his name. One of its apolo

ANOTHIER LOVE LETTER BY DR DODDRIDGE. gists, however, thus speaks of the present volume, and it

“ My heart for a considerable time had been so entirely is but fair that he should be heard : _“ The character of swallowed up with affection for you, that you became in a

manner my all. In every moment of leisure, you engrossthe letters is that of great simplicity, unquestionable inno- ed my thoughts and my discourse. Even when you were cence, and sincere zeal in his studies, his devotion, and absent, you mingled yourself with all my studies. You dehis cause.

Some of them exhibit (the characteristic of termined by your smile and your frown, whether I should the man throughout life) a playfulness, which, with the be either sprightly and cheerful, or distracted with care giddy, would be levity, and with the corrupt would be and anxiety, unfit for devotion, for study, for conversation, vice; but which, with the unformed and rustic spirit of or usefulness; nay, God forgive me, when I confess, that Doddridge, was merely the overflowing of a guileless dis- where his blessed self, and the most important objects of position, and no more connected with culpability than the religion, and the highest hopes a creature can form, had one

thought, you at least had ten. The hope of obtaining you, gambolings of a child or a kitten. Some of his effusions and the fear of losing you, affected me more sensibly than are childlike enough; and it may be a question whether the thoughts of a happy or a miserable eternity. And was the dignity of his future years is not a little impaired, by this, madam, the temper of a Christian or a minister? this insight into the pettings and fond fooleries of his was this a proper course to engage the favourable interpoyouth. But if the force of the physiognomy be not thus sition of Providence to determine this dear affair according

to my wishes ? When I read Mr Baxter's excellent Treapreserved, the exactness of the resemblance is more complete ; and truth, the living spirit of biography, is the examined my temper by it, though, I bless God I found a

tise on Self-Denial, and being crucified to the world, and result of this impartial exposure." Be this as it may, the great deal to be thankful for upon other accounts, yet when author of the “ Rise and Progress of Religion in the I turned my thoughts to you, I could not but continually Soul" seems to have known something of the rise and condemn myself : not that I loved you better than any

vant.

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