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Forgive me that thou canst not love; and, if my hope is
vain, May Heaven, in pitying mercy, soon unloose thy heavy
TUNE" Maggie Lauder." By Captain Charles Gray, of the Royal Marines,
Though Boreas bauld, that carl auld,
Should sough a surly chorus ;
And throw his mantle o'er us;
And drive hail-stanes afore 'em,
Let's push about the jorum!
She knows not that she walks a queen,
With slaves bent down before her;
She is not vain vor dressy ;
The thoughts and hopes of Bessy.
I've wander'd from it never ;
My own my own for ever!
To make the dreadful essay;
H. G. B.
LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.
Though no a bird can now be heard
Upon the leafless timmer ; Whate'er betide, the ingle side
Can mak' the winter simmer!
Wi' faces lang an' gloomy,
We want na' fields that's bloomy!
The hie hill taps, like baxters' baps,
Wi' snaw are white an’ flowery; Skyte down the lum, the hailstanes come
In Winter's wildest fury ! Sharp Johnny Frost wi' barkynt hoast
Maks trav'lers tramp the quicker ; Shou'd he come here to spoil our cheer,
We'll drown him in the bicker!
Bess, beet the fire come big it higher,
Lest cauld slou'd mak us canker'd; Be this our hame, my dainty dame,
Sae, fill the tither tankard !
And routh o'whisky toddy,
He's but a saulless body!
AN EXTEMPORE TO BESSY. LET puling poets vaunt their flame
For Mary or for Fanny,
A name more dear than any ;
'Tis not Jane, Anne, nor Jessie ; It is a name worth all the three,
What could it be but Bessy ?
We understand that a new edition of the late Archdeacon Dau. beny's celebrated work, The Guide to the Church, is in preparation. It will be published in November, in two volumes, and the profits will be applied to the Pantonian Theological Professorship in Edinburgh belonging to the Scottish Episcopal Church. A Memoir of the Author, by his son, Colonel Daubeny, of Bath, and a portrait, will be prefixed to this edition, which is in a state of very considerable forwardness.
In a few days will be published, Dr Calamy's Historical Account of his own Life, with some Reflections upon the Times in which he lived, from 1671 to 1731.
The work announced under the title of “ Stories of Waterloo" is on the eve of publication.
The Novel called Herbert Milton has been translated into German, by Mr Richards, formerly a Lieutenant in the Hanoverian service ; and the same gentleman is now employed on Devereux, having already given Pelham and The Disowned a German dress. These translations are said to be popular in Germany.
There will shortly appear an Account of Captain Mignan's Pedestrian Journey in Southern Mesopotamia, ul Jezira, and the Arabian Iråk. For some years past, the Captain has commanded the body. guard of the East India Company resident in Turkish Arabia, and is the first and only Englishman that ever performed a tour on foot through these unfrequented countries, under the assumed garb and character of a Turkish officer, in the service of his Highness the Pasha of Bagdad. This indefatigable young traveller has traversed a great part of Arabia, Susiana, Chaldea, Assyria, Adiabene, and the whole of ancient Babylonia.
Mr and Mrs Lockhart are still on a visit to Sir Walter Scott, at Abbotsford. Mr L. has just finished his new edition of The Life of Napoleon Bonaparte, for writing which, it is said, Murray has giren him five hundred guineas.
WILLS OF SHAKSPEARE, MILTON, AND NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. -The last wills and testaments of the three greatest men of modern ages are tied up in one sheet of foolscap, and may be seen together at Doctors'-Commons. In the will of the bard of Avon is an inter lineation in his own handwriting ;-" I give unto my wife my brown best bed with the furniture." It is proved by William Bryde, 9 July, 1616. The will of the minstrel of Paradise is a nuncupatire one, taken by his daughter, the great poet being blind. The will of Napoleon is signed in a bold style of handwriting; the codicil, on the contrary, written shortly before his death, exhibits the then weak state of his body.
FINE ARTS.-Campbell's colossal Equestrian Statue of the Earl of Hopetoun may be seen at the Rooms of the Royal Institution. The place does not do it full justice, for its proportions are calculated for an elevated situation. There is something fine and noble in the expression of the whole group. The neck and legs of the horse are beautiful.—The outline drawing from Macdonald's statues, litho graphed by Forrester, which we announced some time ago, has been put into our hands. It is no compliment to Lander to say that it conveys a persect notion of the group, which is all it aims st; bat we have been induced again to notice it in justice to the lithographer. He has succeeded in giving a sharper and clearer outline than ** have ever before seen in a lithographic drawing. The successful competitor for the statue of the Duke of York will not be announced till January. In order that the judges may be the better enabled to make up their minds, the models and sketches have been deposited meanwhile in a cellar ! In Paris, when such competitions take place, the works of the competitors are publicly exhibited ; but we suppose that our judges are not so confident as the Parisians in their power to remain upinfluenced by the small talk of small critics Fraser and Edmonstone visited Edinburgh the other day; and a greater than both-Wilkis-is here just now. He has been making an excellent speech at the Lord Provost's inaugural dinner,
Gods ! if you saw her hazel eye,
Her teeth like rows of pearl, You'd own, I guess, with many a sigh,
That she might match an earl ; And if you saw her raven hair,
So ringlety and tressy, I'll stake my honour you would swear
No earl could match with Bessy.
Exceeds my computation;
For she has thinn'd the nation !
At Agincourt and Cressy, Those thousands would seem very few,
Beside those kill'd by Bessy. Yet little does she think, I ween,
How deeply men adore her ;
wished to be left alone with the stranger, removed from
the apartment. When they returned, the stranger had The Borderers, a Tale. By the Author of " The Spy," rived.
disappeared. Next morning, a detachment of troops ar
The contents of the search-warrant which they “ The Red Rover,” “ The Prairie,” &c.
In three vo- produced remained a secret with Mark Heathcote ; but lumes, 8vo. Pp. 299, 311, & 316. London. Henry the manner in which the strict examination of every corColburn and Richard Bentley. 1829.
ner of the house was conducted, and some chance expresThe materials out of which Mr Cooper has constructed sions which fell from them, impressed the household with this work, are not so new to his readers on this side of the the conviction, that the object of their pursuit was the Atlantic as those of which his novels have generally con- mysterious visitant of the preceding evening. The solsisted. A sketch—feeble enough, it is true of the his-diers remained about the settlement for some days, and to tory of King Philip, is to be found in Washington Irving's all appearance were inclined to have made a yet longer Sketch Book; the destruction of an out-settlement of stay, had they not been frightened off by a jealous servingEuropeans, in which there was an Indian captive and a man's tales of the Indians. child, has already been described by Cooper's fair coun
On the night of the stranger's visit, an Indian boy had trywoman, the amiable author of “ Hope Lessly;" and been taken prisoner, and had been kept on the settlement the attack of a frontier village, with the interposition of by Mark, in hopes that intercourse with his family might one of the fugitive judges of Charles I., lared from his prove a means of civilizing and converting him to Chrishiding-place by the danger of his countrymen, is a legend tianity. Mr Cooper paints in a quiet and touching manwhich Sir Walter Scott has put into the mouth of Major ner the boy's loneliness among strangers, and his yearnBridgenorth. These, with the opportunities which they ings after his native haunts : afford of contrasting Indian character with that of the “ Instead of joining in the play of the other children, the white intruders, or of pourtraying the effect of converse young captive would stand aloof, and regard their sports with Europeans upon the mind of the natives, and of do- often passed hours in gazing at those boundless forests in
with a vacant eye; or, drawing near to the palisadoes, he miciliation in a wigwam upon a child of civilization, will which he first drew breath, and which probably contained go nigh to exhaust the contents of “ The Wept of Wish- all that was most prized in the estimation of his simple ton-wish.” But, as Mr Cooper has wrought up his ma- judgment. Ruth, touched to the heart by this silent but terials after his own fashion, it will be fair to give an out- expressive exhibition of suffering, endeavoured in vain to win line of his story, and some specimens of his way of telling his confidence, with a view of enticing him into employit, before indulging in further remark upon it.
ments that might serve to relieve his care. The resolute Captain Mark Heathcote, a strict but conscientious but still quiet boy would not be lured into a forgetfulness Puritan, laid aside his sword at an early period of those tions of his gentle mistress, and frequently he even suffered
of his origin. He appeared to comprehend the kind intencivil wars which terminated in the temporary abolition himself to be led by the mother into the centre of her own of monarchy in England, and crossed the Atlantic with joyous and merry offspring ; but it was only to look upon his family. But even in the non-conforming province of their amusements with his former cold air, and to return, Massachusetts, he felt his peculiar notions restrained by at the first opportunity, to his beloved site at the pickets. the presence of divines, and resolved, at an advanced age, consciousness of the nature of the discourse of which he was
Still there were singular and even mysterious evidences of a to remove his habitation farther into the forest, there to occasionally an auditor, that would have betrayed greater worship God entirely according to his own notions. Af- familiarity with the language and opinions of the inhabiter a pretty diffuse retrospective detail of these events, the tants of the valley, than his known origin and his absolute author begins his story in good earnest, by introducing us withdrawal from communication could give reason to exto the old man and his family at their settlement of Wish- pect. This important and inexplicable fact was proved by ton-Wish, so called after an American bird, the first that the frequent and meaning glances of bis dark eye, when the new-comers saw in the valley. Mark is riding home aught was uttered in his hearing that affected, ever so refrom his harvest field when he encounters a traveller, on
motely, his own condition; and once or twice, by the a sorely jaded horse, who entreated food and shelter. In Dudley was heard to vaunt the prowess of the white men
haughty gleamings of ferocity that escaped him, when Eben a newly-planted colony such things are readily granted. in their encounters with the original owners of the counThe stranger was introduced to the family, and the night try.” was wearing away in sober conversation, when a remark The winter passed tranquilly over the heads of the inof one of the inmates, that the rumours of disquiets among habitants of Wish-ton-Wish. They began to take an inthe savages must be unfounded, since one from the source terest in their Indian boy, and many were the devices of information travelled unarmed, led bim to produce his suggested by the good-natured yeomen for securing his concealed weapons. A witless boy, employed in tending return, with a view to admit of his joining in their huntthe cattle, immediately recognised, on the blade of his long ing expeditions. At last, on a day when the spring was hunting knife, the wool of a wedder which was amissing. soon expected, the old Puritan declared that the boy The master of the family called upon the stranger to ex- might now be allowed to accompany them, for he was plain this circumstance; and was answered by a request assured that he would return. The hunting party were that he would look at the pistols on the table, as he might late of coming back; and when they did come, the In.. find on them something still more astonishing. His son dian was not with them. While they were discoursing and family, understanding from old Heathcote that he of his disappearance, and of a portent which had present
ed itself to one of their number, the conch-shell, which lonists to be aware that it was the chief of the pale-faces hung at the postern gate sounded, at first feebly, then holding communion with his God. Partly in awe, and with a more confirmed note. It proved to be the stran- partly in doubt of what might be the consequences of so ger who, on his former visit, had departed só mysteri- distance, and silently watched the progress of the destruc
mysterious an asking, the dark crowd withdrew to a little ously, and with him the Indian boy. The stranger de- tion. manded a conference apart with old Mark, which was “ The roof of the block rekindled, and by the light that just ended when the conch again sounded, at first feebly, shone through the loops, it was but too evident the interior then with a more confirmed note, as if it had been an was in a blaze. Once or twice smothered sounds came out echo of the stranger's summons. A party proceeded to of the place, as if suppressed shrieks were escaping the fethe postern, but no answer was returned to their chal- males ; but they ceased so suddenly as to leave doubts among
the auditors whether it were more than the deception of lenge. One of them remained in ambush, but no one
their own excited fancies. The savages had witnessed many appeared, nor was the summons repeated. Towards
a similar scene of human suffering, but never one before in morning, as the whole family were assembled, debating which death was received with so unmoved a calmness. what might be the meaning of this disturbance, the conch | The serenity that reigned in the blazing block communicawas again heard, and again, as formerly, at first with a ted to them a feeling of awe, and when the pile came, a feeble, then with a stronger blast. The stranger under- tumbling and blackened mass of ruins, to the earth, they took to join the ambush this time. He had ensconced avoided the place, like men that dreaded the vengeance of a himself, along with one of the farm-servants in one of Deity, who knew how to infuse so deep a sentiment of rethe out-houses, when, after a very interesting scene, it signation in the breasts of his worshippers.” was found that the Indians were in the neighbourhood, The family had not, however, all perished in this fiery and a hot rencontre was the result. They were worsted, destruction. Those of them who had found shelter in however, and in conformity to their mode of warfare, the block, took refuge, when all their efforts proved unwhen discomfited in a first attack, kept themselves quiet availing, in the exhausted well; and as soon as the Infor a while. The stranger employed the interval in seek- dians had withdrawn, they issued from their continement, ing to elicit some information from a captive, who, on and set about burying their dead, and re-edifying their its being discovered that he belonged to the tribe of the dwellings, with all the deep religious trust, and stubbesiegers, was sent as an envoy to enquire their inten-born perseverance of their sect. tions and cause of quarrel. He brought back for answer
The story now passes over several years in silence, and a bundle of arrows, wrapt in the skin of a rattlesnake. when we again get sight of Wish-ton-Wish and its inhaIt being now evident to those in the house that their ut- bitants, we find both considerably altered. The clearing ter destruction was contemplated, the men betook them has been extended wide and broad into the forest; where selves to the outer defences. In a short time the attack once the solitary mansion of Mark Heathcote stood, there was renewed: the Indians pressed on with ferocity; the is now a gentleman's residence, and a populous village, Europeans defended themselves with dogged resolution. with its church, and that indispensable appendage The besiegers applied fire to the out-houses, which lay at frontier settlement, a large defensible building. Many of some distance round the palisadoes, and in a few mo- old Heathcote's hirelings have become householders, and ments they were in a flame. Still the war continued, influential men in their little community. The Patill the heat, the flashing of the flames, and arrows tipt | triarch himself has grown older, and the lapse of years with fire, succeeded in spreading the conflagration to the has begun to tell its tale even on his son. But the most dwelling-house and its defences. The family of the marked difference is on the bereaved mother, whose sorHeathcotes betook themselves to the blockhouse, a kind row for her daughter's loss, formerly mentioned as haof citadel, the basement story of which was built with ving been captured when a child by the Indians, has paled stone, the upper one, like all the rest of the buildings, of her cheek and dimmed her eye. Her wasted form serves, wood. Owing to the hurry of the moment, and the si- like the scorched and blackened ruin in their neighbourmultaneous irruption of the Indians, a grandchild of the hood, to keep alive the fearful past in the bosom of happier captain, and a half-witted boy who was carrying her, fell days. One Sabbath morning, an inhabitant of the village, behind, and were captured. The Indians strove to ex
who had been on the outlook, brought to Heathcote a Eutend burning to the blockhouse :
ropean, who had adopted the dress and customs of the In“ Av. is trying moment the appalling cry was heard in dians. One of the females recognised in the changeling the block, that the well had failed.. The buckets ascended her brother, the same half-witted lad who had been taken as empty as they went down, and they were thrown aside as no longer useful. The savages seemed to comprehend captive on the night of the burning of Wish-ton-Wish. their advantage, for they profited by the confusion that suc- The mother's hopes to learn something of her child's fate ceeded among the assailed to feed the slumbering fires. The were again excited; but in vain, for the weak intellects of flames kindled fiercely, and in less than a minute they be the youth had been so engrossed and confused with the came too violent to be subdued. They were soon seen play- associations of his forest life, that no blandishments could ing on the planks of the floor above. The subtle element recall the remembrance of his boyish days. As ineffectual flashed from point to point, and it was not long ere it was stealing up the outer side of the heated block itself.
were all attempts to discover what had brought him back. “ The savages now knew that conquest was sure. Yells
The time arrived for the community to meet together and whoopings proclaimed the fierce delight with which in a new church which they had built, but the service of they witnessed the certainty of their victory. Still there the day wis doomed to receive a fearful interruption. was something portentous in the death-like silence with While it was proceeding, the mysterious stranger entered which the victims within the block awaited their fate. The the building, and called
upon the men to stand to their whole exterior of the building was already wrapped in Hames, and yet no show of further resistance, no petition which was soon enforced by the whoops of the savages
arms, for the Indians were upon them; a summons for mercy, issued from its bosom. The unnatural and frightful stillness that reigned within wis gradually con- rising on all sides from under the arches of the forest
. municated to those without. The cries and shouts of tri- Under the command of this extraordinary man, to whom umph ceased, and the crackling of the flames or the falling all yielded an involuntary obedience, the villagers divided of timber in the adjoining buildings alone disturbed the aw- themselves into three parties, two of which hastened to ful calm. At length a solitary voice was heard in the block. oppose the enemy, while the third proceeded to the rescue Its tones were deep, solemn, and imploring. The fierce of the Heathcotes. This last division was defeated;
and beings who surrounded the glowing pile bent forward to old Heathcote, his son, and grandson, with the stranger; listen, for their quick faculties caught the first sounds that were audible. It was Mark Heathcote pouring out bis
A dispute arose between the allied spirit in prayer. The petition was fervent, but steady: leaders of the Indians, Metacom, (the King Philip of and though ittered in words that were unintelligible to
Washington Irving, and Conanchet, the young Sachem those without, they knew enough of the practices of the co- of the Narragausets
, the same who had, when a boy, been.
the unwilling inmate of Heathcote's dwelling,) respect- she whispered. Let the spirit depart, if such be His holy ing the fate of the prisoners. The latter insisted upon sa
will, in the blessedness of infant innocence.' ving them, and as his warriors had made the capture,
“Why do Mark and Martha stay ?' continued the other, Metacom could not resist his will. The allies separated woods ; the heathen may be out of their towns and one
• It is not safe, thou knowest, mother, to wander far in the in disgust, and their quarrel saved the settlement. The cannot say what evil chance might happen to the indiscreet." appearance of the beautiful creature, with whose picture
“A groan struggled from the chest of Content, and the we last week presented our readers, explained Conan- muscular hand of Dudley compressed itself on the shoulder chet's interest in the captives. She was the daughter of of his wife, until the breathlessly-attentive woman with Ruth, and the wife of the Sachem. It was only, how drew, unconsciously, with pain. ever, the body of her child that the aflicted mother re
I've said as much to Mark, for he doth not always gained—the soul was that of an Indian.
remember thy warnings, mother; and those children do so
love to wander together! But Mark is in common good; While Ruth endeavoured to re-awaken in her child do not chide him if he stray too far-mother, thou wilt not the memory of her infant years, Conanchet held converse chide ? with the stranger, who proved to be one of the fugitive “ The youth turned his head, for even at that moment judges of Charles I. on the rock where he had built his the pride of young manhood prompted him to conceal his solitary eyry. The result of their communing was a
weakness. journey in search of Metacom, with a view to win him “ • Hast prayed to-day, my daughter ?' said Ruth, strugto terms of peace . They encountered him, and he led sling to be composed. Thou shouldst not forget thy duty
to His blessed name, even though we are houseless in the them to the spot where he was lurking with a few fol-woods. lowers. The appeals made to him by the white man were “ • I will pray now, mother,' said the creature of this in vain; they elicited nothing but cutting sarcasms. The mysterious hallucination, struggling to bow her face into conversation was interrupted by the sound of musketry. the lap of Ruth. Her wish was indulged, and for a miA disaffected warrior of Metacom had betrayed the secret nute the same low, childish voice was heard distinctly reof his lurking place, and led thither a body of Europeans peating the words of a prayer adapted to the earliest period and Pequods, a tribe of natives in alliance with the colo- tions escaped the listeners, until near the close, when a spe
of life. Feeble as were the sounds, none of their intonanists. Metacom, after dashing out the brains of the trai- cies of holy
calm seemed to absorb the utterance. Ruth tor, retreated after his followers. Conanchet and the raised the form of her child, and saw that the features bore Englishman, endeavouring to retreat in another direc- the placid look of a sleeping infant. Life played upon them tion, were discovered and fired upon, but without effect. as the flickering light Jingers on the dying torch. Her
The allied Indians were, however, on their track, and the dove-like eyes looked up into the face of Ruth, and the anEuropean was old and stiff. The generous Indian bore guish of the mother was alleviated by a smile of intelligence him to a hiding-place, then exposed himself to the view and love. The full and sweet organs rolled from face to
face, recognition and pleasure accompanying each change of the pursuers
, and thus drew the chase upon himself. On Whittal they became perplexed and doubtful; but when His strength failing, and his gun being unloaded, he turn- they met the fixed, frowning, and still commanding eye of ed to meet death like a chief, and allowed bis enemies to the dead chief, their wandering ceased for ever. There was seize him without a struggle. He fell into the hands of a minute during which fear, doubt, wildness, and early rean hereditary enemy. The captive asked only one fa collections, struggled for the mastery. The hands of Narravour-leave to revisit his wife, and if that were permit- Mattah trembled, and she clung convulsively to the robe of
Ruth. ted, he promised to return to die.
His request was
«• Mother, mother!' whispered the agitated victim of so granted ; he departed; found means to lure his beloved many contlicting emotions, " I will pray again an evil one from her father's house, and led her into the forest, spirit besets me? where they night take their last farewell. This accom- “ Ruth felt the force of her grasp, and heard the breathplished, he returned and met his death. The relatives of ing of a few words of petition, after which the voice was the European bud which had blossoined in an Indian mute, and the hands relaxed their hold. When the face of wigwam, seeking the fugitive, found her senseless on the the nearly insensible parent was withdrawn, the dead apbody of her husband. There is something which to us
peared to gaze at each other with a mysterious unearthly
intelligence. The look of the Narraganset was still, as in is inexpressibly touching in the manner in which her fe- his hour of pride,-haughty, unyielding, and filled with devered aberrations lead her back to childhood :
fiance; while that of the creature which had so long lived “ The divine then lifted up his voice, under the arches of in his kindness was perplexed, timid, but not without a
character of hope." the forest, in an ardent, pious, and eloquent petition. When this solemn duty was performed, attention was again be
Long years after these events, a traveller found, in the stowed on the sufferer. To the surprise of all, it was found valley where they had occurred, a rude stone, on which that the blood had revisited her face, and that her radiant was engraven “ The Narraganset ;" and nigh it one, more eyes were lighted with an expression of brightness and than half o'ergrown with moss, bearing the inscriptionpeace. She even motioned to be raised, in order that those “ The Wept of Wish-ton-Wish !" round her person might be better seen. ... Dost know us? asked the trembling Ruth. Look that the Borderers consists properly of two tales, which
It will appear, even from this unsatisfactory abstract, on thy friends, long-mourned and much-suffering daughter! 'Tis she who sorrowed over thy infant aflictions, who are respectively wound up, the first by the Catastrophe rejoiced in thy childish happiness, and who hath so bitterly of the Indian Siege--the second by the Death of the wept thy loss, that craveth the boon. In this awful mo Narraganset Chief. The historical romance is, it is true, ment recall the lessons of youth. Surely, surely, the God such a slip-shod lawless style of composition, that this that bestowed thee in mercy, though he hath led thee on mere want of unity might of itself be esteemed a trifling a wonderful and inscrutable path, will not desert thee at peccadillo. As the author has, however, seen fit to prethe end! Think of thy early instruction, child of my love; face either half with one of those prefatory descriptions feeble of spirit as thou art, the seed may yet quicken, though of the social condition of the heroes, which begin to be it hath been cast where the glory of the promise hath so long been hid."
recognised as the legitimate proemiums of all such works, • Mother !' said a low struggling voice in reply. The the break makes the story drag almost as tediously as word reached every ear, and it caused a general and breath- | Virgil's broken-backed serpent. Moreover, the escape of less attention. The sound was soft and low; perhaps in the Heathcote family from the flames, is an incident fantile; but it was uttered without accent, and clearly. within the range of possibility, but not sufficiently pro
• Mother, why are we in the forest ?' continued the bable to admit of its being used in works of fiction, which speaker. • Hath any one robbed us of our home, that we dwell beneath the trees ?'
ought always to compensate for their want of essential " Ruth raised a hand imploringly, for none to interrupt verity, by a stricter adherence to verisimilitude. Lastly, the illusion.
we think that we have occasionally caught Mr Cooper * Nature hath revived the recollections of her youth,' repeating himself in this work. His incossant compari
sons of the Indians to “ pieces of dark statuary,”—the
Thou ask'st a fearful spell ! “ streams of fire” which he throws out whenever a gun What kingly vision shall obey thy call ?
Yet say, from shrine or dim sepulchral hall, is fired, and some other pet phrases, come across our ear
The deep grave knows it well! with a dreary consciousness of old acquaintance. The improbable escape of the Heathcotes, too, is an old stage “ Wouldst thou behold earth’s Conquerors ?-Shall they trick, which we find repeated in more than one of his
pass works, for the purpose of preserving a useful agent; Before thee, flushing all the Magic Glass and the Esculapius of Wish-ton-Wish is what an Irish- With triumph's long array ?man would call a resurrection of the botanical hero of Speak! and those dwellers of the marble urn,
Robed for the feast of victory, shall return, the Prairie in an earlier age, as that worthy was, in his
As on their proudest day. turn, but the reanimated dry bones of Dr Sitgreave.
These are the faults which we have to find with Mr « Or, wouldst thou look upon the lords of song? Cooper's new work; and some of them are so insepara- O'er the dark mirror that immortal throng bly interwoven with the very texture of the story, that Sball watt a solemn gleam! they force us to pronounce it one of his less successful Passing with lighted eyes and radiant brows, efforts. At the same time, it is but justice to remark,
Under the foliage of green laurel boughs,
But silent as a dream.' that many passages are worthy of the author. The spectral appearances of the old regicide, sure prognostics of
" . Not these, O, mighty Master !—Though their lays impending danger, and the mystery which wraps him to Be uuto man's free heart, and tears, and praise, the end, are finely conceived. Narra-mattah, the Indian- Hallow'd for evermore! jsed daughter of Content Heathcote, is one of the most And not the buried conquerors! Let them sleep, lovely, fairy-like creations we have met with. The high And let the flowery earth her sabbaths keep religious feeling with which the principal actors are im
In joy, from shore to shore! bued, is worthy of those stubborn, but conscientious en
“ But if the narrow house may be so moved,
Away, fond youth! An idle quest is thine:
I know not of their place!
London. Longman, Rees, Orme, and Co. 1830. Their lives, like shepherd reed notes, fast and low
Have pass'd, and left no trace. A NUMBER of people ridicule young ladies and gentle- “ Haply begirt with shadowy woods and hills, men for keeping albums. We do not approve of this ri- And the wild sounds of melancholy rills, dicule. An album is commonly the repository of certain Their covering turf may bloom; pretty things in prose and verse, and however silly the
But ne'er hath Fame made relics of its flowers, selections may occasionally be, its unquestionable tenden- Never bath pilgrim sought their household bowers, cy is to refine the taste and soften the manners of its
Or poet hail'd their tomb.' An album is no doubt but a very small step in “ • Adieu, then, Master of the midnight spell ! the belles lettres, but it is better than a monkey, a lap-dog, Some voice, perchance, by those lone graves, máy tell a black boy, or a peeroquet. On the same principle, That which I pine to know ! though books bound in green and gold do not always con
I haste to seek, from woods and valleys deep, tain the most strengthening intellectual food, they never
Where the beloved are laid in lowly sleep, theless put many people in the way of eating a little who
Records of joy and woe!'” would not otherwise touch a morsel. For this reason, therefore, we intend patronizing, more or less, the whole
Mrs Mary Howitt is another female writer, who, weobof the sixteen annuals for 1830; and we begin with the
serve, contributes largely to the forthcoming annuals, and Souvenir, because, to confess the truth, it is, and has al- who, we think, has of late improved so much, that we are ways been, our favourite. At present six annuals lie on
almost inclined to rank her next to Mrs Hemans. “ The our table, the first of the species for 1830 which have Sale of the Pet Lamb,” and “ The Faery Oath," both by crossed the Tweed ; and all we intend doing to-day is to her, in the Souvenir, are very favourable specimens of give our readers a rapid coup-d'oeil of the contents of have
also a great regard ; we are not sure, however, that
her abilities. Caroline Bowles is a poetess for whom we each. Ere long we shall write one of the most dreamy and delightful articles about the whole of them that was
“ The Dying Mother to her Infant,” her only contribuever penned.
tion to the Souvenir, is one of her most successful efforts. The Souvenir now before us, which is the sixth of its
The Hon. Mrs Norton has of late distinguished herself race, opens with a very pretty prose tale, by Grattan, the
not a little as a worshipper of the Muses. The verses by author of " High Ways and By Ways,” entitled, “ The her, entitled, “ Bring back the Chain," are striking and Love Draught,” which is followed by upwards of seven
spirited. Miss Jewsbury cannot perhaps be said to be ty original pieces in prose and verse. Of these many are
improving greatly, but there is no need for it, seeing she contributed by authors of much respectability, though is already well known as a clever writer; and the “ Singnone, perhaps, by authors of the very highest eminence, ing Bird at Sea" bears testimony to the power she pos unless we except Mrs Hemans. The volume contains good both in prose and verse, has also lent her aid. There three of her poems, all of which are beautiful. As a spe- is a poem by Joanna Baillie'" To Mrs Siddons," illustres cimen, we select the one we like most :
tive of one of the embellishments, which we should have
quoted, had it not been merely a reprint from a volante By Mrs Hemans.
of poems edited by that lady. It is full of that fine un". How lived-how loved-how died they?"
affected vigour of thought and sentiment which keeps Miss
Baillie still at the top of our list of female writers. T: « "The dead !--the glorious dead !-and shall they rise ? K. Hervey has contributed two poems, “ Oberon and Shall they look on thee with their proud bright eyes ? Titanja," and “Inez ;" they are both sweet and tasteful,
THE MAGIC CLASS.