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but they want power, which we are afraid Hervey's com
WHERE IS MISS MYRTLE ? positions will always want. The Rev. Charles Hoyle
AIR"Sweet Kuty Clover." has a number of sonnets scattered through the volume; “ Where is Miss Myrtle ?--can any one tell ? but they are all as dull as they can be: we do not say Where is she gone, where is she gone? they are destitute of talent, but they are terribly dull. She flirts with another, I know very well; James Montgomery continues to write pretty profusely
And I-am left all alone! in the Annuals; but we cannot say that his minor pieces She flies to the window when Arundel rings; appear to us in general worthy of their author.
She's all over smiles when Lord Archibald sings;
Alaric Watts has bimself three or four very pleasing and beau
It's plain that her Cupid has two pair of wings;
Where is she gone, where is she gone? tiful poems in his Souvenir. “ The Anniversary,” in Her love and my love are different things; particular, is one of his happiest efforts. Who the author And I-am left all alone! of" Lillian" is we do not know, but it is evidently a person of considerable poetical ability, as the following “ I brought her one morning a rose for her brow; touching and original composition proves :
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
She told me such horrors were never worn now:
And I-am left all alone!
But I saw her at night with a rose in her hair,
And I guess who it came from,-of course, I don't care! “How shall I woo her?-I will stand
We all know that girls are as false as they're fair ;
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
I'm sure the lieutenant's a horrible bear :
And I-am left all alone!
“ Whenever we go to the Downs for a ride, A voice, whose every whisper'd word
Where is she gone, where is she gone ?
She looks for another to trot by her side:
And I-am left all alone! “ How shall I woo her ?-I will gaze
And whenever I take her down stairs from a ball,
She nods to some puppy to put on her shawl:
I'm a peaceable man, and I don't like a brawl ;-
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
But I would give a trifle to horsewhip them all;
And I-am left all alone!
« She tells me her mother belongs to the sect,
Where is she gone, where is she gone? “ How shall I woo her? I will try
Which holds that all waltzing is quite incorrect,
And I-am left all alone!
But a fire's in my heart, and a fire's in my brain,
When she waltzes away with Sir Phelim O'Shane;
I don't think I ever can ask her again ;
Where is she gone, where is she gone,
And, lord ! since the summer she's grown very plain,
And I-am left all alone! I could not speak for tears ! “ How shall I woo her?--I will bow
“ She said that she liked me a twelvemonth ago, Before the holy shrine ;
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
And how should I guess that she'd torture me so ?
And I-am left all alone!
Some day she'll find out it was not very wise, From passion's thrilling kiss,
To laugh at the breath of a true-lover's sighs; That Memory, to many hearts,
After all, Fanny Myrtle is not such a prize!
1 Is dearer far than bliss.
Where is she gone, where is she gone?
Louisa Dalrymple has exquisite eyes : “ Away! away! the chords are mute,
And I'll bom no longer alone!”
We have scarcely said any thing of the prose Tales ; You cannot wake that silent lute,
and the reason is, that we have only read one or two of Nor clasp those links again :
them. We can easily perceive, however, that some of Love's toil, I know, is little cost, Love's perjury is light sin;
them are excellent. They are contributed by Mr Fraser, But souls that lose what I have lost,
the author of " The Kuzzilbash,”—by Mr Leitch Ritchie, What have they left to win?”
the author of “ Tales and Confessions,”—by Miss Mit
ford, -by Mr Macfarlane, the author of “ Constantinople There is a good poem by Barry Cornwall, called “ The in 1828,”—by Derwent Conway,—by William Howit,Ruins of Time ;” and a very respectable one by Mr Moir, and by the authors of “ Selwyn ” and “ Tales of the called “ Flodden Field.” Thomas Haynes Bayley has O'Hara Family.” There are three anonymous sketches, some humorous stanzas called “ Vanity Fair,” and some called “ The Last Man in Town," “ The Discovery," and graver and better ones called “ The Neglected Child." “ Morning Calls,” which appear to us very poor, and We like also “ Lunacy,” by John Bowring, “ The which we wish had been omitted. Take it for all in all, Legend of the Drachenfels,” by Winthrop Mackworth however, this is a volume calculated to afford amusement Praed, the “ Sonnets to Columbus,” by Sir Aubrey de for many a long winter night. Vere, Bart., and the “ Address to certain Gold Fishes,” by Hartley Coleridge, a young man of great genius, but We are afraid never destined to turn it to good practical | The Amulet; a Christian and Literary Remembrancer.
Edited by S. C. Hall. London. Frederick Wesley account. The three poems by the three American poets
& A. H. Davis. 1830. 12mo, pp. 392. “ A Summer Scene," by Robert Morris of Philadelphia, is one of the best things in the vo- The Amulet ranks high among the Annuals. The lume, and certainly calculated to make some of our own lighter character of the work is judiciously tempered by minstrels look to their laurels. We have room for only the interspersion of graver and more solid materials. one other quotation, and it shall be a lively anonymous
“ While endeavouring to contribute,” says the Editor, “to piece, entitled,
the innocent amusement of the most social period of the
are all interesting.
year, I have never ceased to remember that information They fled,—but their Memory remains, may be blended with amusement, and that Religion is al
Nor shall from my bosom remove; ways most powerful when she is made to delight those
As the fugitive flood still retains, whom it is her office to instruct.” The present volume,
Reflected, the banks of the Dove. which is the fifth of the series, does no discredit to those
“ But I go! for the Dove's crystal wave which have preceded it. The prose contributions are,–
Now murmurs, commixt with my tears; “ The Two Delhis," a spirited Turkish tale,—a paper en- My mother is laid in her grave, titled, Are there more Inhabited Worlds than our
Where yon hallow'd turret appears; Globe ?” by Edward Walsh, M. D. Physician to his Ma
Ye villagers, think of the spot, jesty's Forces, a little commonplace, and rather lony,-
And lay me beside her I love;
For here, in my birth-place forgot, “ Annie Leslie, an Irish Tale,” by Mrs S. C. Hall, whose style is a pleasant union of the excellences of Miss Edge
I'll sleep on the banks of the Dove ! worth and Miss Mitford,--" The Glen of St Kylas,” by « Till then, in the visions of night, Mr Carne, the author of" Letters from the East," _“ The
O may ber loved spirit descend; Lost Life," a clever sketch by Miss Jewsbury,—" A Tale And tell me, though hid from my sight, of Pentland,” by the Ettrick Shepherd, full of graphic She still is my guardian and friend! power and strong interest, like nearly all Hogg's tales,
The thought of her presence shall keep “ We'll see about it," another Irish sketch, by Mrs Hall,-
My footsteps, when tempted to rove,
And sweeten my woes while I weep “ The Anxious Wife,” by her husband, Mr Hall,
For her, and the banks of the Dove!" “ The First Invasion of Ireland, with some account of the Irish Herculaneum,” by the Reverend Robert Walsh, We are often provoked, in looking over the Annuak,
-“ A Castle in the Air," by Miss Mitford,and “ The to see how feebly and poorly some of the beautiful embelAustral Chief," by the Reverend William Ellis, author of lishments are illustrated by the accompanying poems. This “ Polynesian Researches."
is painfully conspicuous in one or two instances in the The poetry is not less varied. The best pieces are the Amulet. The engraving alone of the “ Minstrel of Chafollowing :-“ My Native Vale,” by Allan Cunningham, mouni” cost 145 guineas, and that of the “ Crucifixion"
_“ The Unknown Poet's Grave," by L. E.L.,—“Ă Lay 180, the rest in proportion; yet there is not one of them of the Martyrs," by the Ettrick Shepherd,“ The Hu- to which any thing like justice is done. “ The Gleaner," man Heart,” by the Honourable Mrs Norton,_“ An Old which is a glorious picture, is almost destroyed by some Man's Story,” by Mrs Howitt,—and "A Domestic Scene," namby-pamby verses of Bernard Barton; and the “ Minby Mrs Hemans. There are also poems entitled “ The strel of Champuni” hardly escapes any better out of the Fisherman's Children,” by Charles Swain,—“ The Tenth hands of Mrs Pickersgill. Many of the others are not Plague," by E. W. Coxe,—“The Banks of the Dove," by M. noticed at all. Leslie's painting of the “ Sisters of BethT. Sadler, M.P.,--and “Thoughts on Flowers,” by Henry any” is a splendid production, and has been substituted G. Bell. To show that a member of Parliament may be for another since we noticed the plates. This is all we thought a good politician, and be but a poor poet, we shall can say of the Amulet at present, but it is a very hasty give, as matter of curiosity, Mr Sadler's verses :
and imperfect notice.
Friendship's Offering ; a Literary Album, and Christmas
and New Year's Present, for 1830. London. "Smith, WRITTEN ON LEAVING MY NATIVE VILLAGE IN EARLY YOUTII, Elder, & Co. 1830. 12mo, pp. 384.
“ Adieu to the banks of the Dove !
Mr Pringle, the Editor of Friendship's Offering, which
, For scenes far remote and unknown:
which started in 1823, being the oldest,-informs us, that But wherever my lot may be cast,
since Allan Cunningham's Anniversary is off the field, he Whatever my fortunes may prove,
is desirous of inaking his work more decidedly Scottish in I shall dwell on the days that are past,
character than any of its competitors. This is of itself a And sigh for the banks of the Dove.
circumstance sufficient to make it favourably received on “ Ye friends of my earliest youth,
this side of the Tweed, independent of the fact, that, in From you how reluctant I part !
point of embellishment, none of the Annuals surpass Your friendship was founded on truth,
Friendship's Offering ; while, in point of literary contents, And shall ne'er be erased from my heart,
it need scarcely fear a comparison with the best. Besides Companions, perhaps, I may find,
most of the authors we have already mentioned, we find But where shall I meet with such love ?
contributions in this work, both in prose and verse, from With attachments so lasting and kind, As I leave on the banks of the Dove ?
the amiable Editor himself,_ William Kennedy, whose
healthy manly style we always recognise with pleasure,“ Thou sweet little village, farewell !
Henry Mackenzie, whose classical pen we feared had been Every object around thee is dear ;
laid aside for ever, and the very clever and always amuEvery woodland, and meadow, and dell,
sing“ Authors of the Odd Volume.'» All these are of Where I wander'd for many a year ;
the “ North Countrie," and afford no mean accession of These scenes which could rapture impart,
strength to the work. We can find room just now for These seats of contentment and love, And thee! the dear home of my heart,
only the following spirited lines : I leave, and the banks of the Dove !
By William Kennedy.
“ Summers I've number'd three times ten,
I'm a fitting mate for the goodliest men;
Yet the blood red-rushing from my heart,
Recoils like a steed from hostile spears,
When I think of what will be in Thirty Years
Will be tbinn'd, or grizzled, or worn away;
eye, like a long-forsaken hearth, S. C. Hall, Esq.
M. T. S. Will sparkle no more with the fire of mirab ;
O'er the smooth white of an ample brow
there is, among other things, a delightful paper by Mrs Will lie frequent tracks of Time's rusty plough: Barbauld, and one or two pictures of children enough to The rose will fly from my sinking cheek, My mellow tones will wax sharp and weak;
make old' men young again--so full are they of life, naThe limb, that seems turn'd in ivory,
ture, happiness, and beauty. We also discover, among a Will sink like the branch of a blasted tree;
great deal of very pretty poetry, some verses by our own And the faithful face of the looking-glass
“ Gertrude,” already known to the readers of the LiTEWill show but the phantom of what I was.
RARY JOURNAL, which we think not the least interesting “ Nor is it the worst, that a noble form
in the volume, though we say it who should not say it. Must yield up its core to the canker worm;
-In Mrs Watts' New Year's Gift, we find things no Other and darker change may come,
less delicious; but, instead of speaking of them, we shal} With dismal signs of a certain doom;
quote, in the first place, Age can tix its stern control
“ In which I give a few particulars of my own life and chan It can rob the soul of its bright revealings;
racter, but withhold my name. The hate, that roll'd like Hell's sulphur tide,
“ I shall not commence, like most autobiographers, with May to a stagnant pool subside ;
an account of my birth, parentage, and education. The love that blazed, a celestial Aame,
“ The first and second I have important reasons for cona May wane to a glimmering of shame;
cealing ; and the third, education, was to me unnecessary. A wretched flicker, that guides to gold,
I was a natural genius,-my powers were all innate. In For which the dotard's peace is sold
my earliest infancy, I enlightened and improved more hu. And the spirit—the spirit !--whose far-away flight
man beings than the wisest sages aud profoundest philosoMocks the tardy motion of light,
phers ever hoped to do, in their fondest schemes for the be Which, by its own great impulse driven,
nefit of the human race. Reams free in the limitless walks of Heaven
“ Do not suppose that I conceal my origin from false May quiver and fall like a buttertly,
shame. On the contrary, I can outvie in antiquity the When a storm bas blacken'd the summer sky,
proudest prince on earth ; and if the Chinese can prove that A thing of pitiful hopes and fears,
their first kiny, Puon-ku, reigned pinety-six millions of Crush'd by the trample of Thirty Years,
years before the Christian era, I can bring undeniable proof
that I reigned before him. “ Thirty summers, past and gone,
“I am a great and rapid traveller. It is recorded, that Are crumpled by Memory into one;
Eucbides, a citizen of Platæa, walked to Delphi, and reStill doth thy screech-owl, Memory! hover
turned with the sacred tire, before sunset-having walked Around, and shriek, • The best is over!'
one hundred and twenty-five miles in one day. I performed The torch of the harpy years has tainted The glorious banquet Fancy painted ;
the journey in less than half the time!
I have heard of riding wagers,
Where horses have been nimbler than the sands
That run i'th'clock's behalf.'
I have excelled them all! I visited America long before With nought to remind me of bygone hours,
Columbus was born. I have long ago anticipated Captain But dying torches and fading flowers,
Parry, in making the north-west passage to China ;-it he And bread that hath polluted been,
had followed my path, he would have found no interruption And fruit all rottenness within,
from the ice. My constitution can endure extremes-heat And wine that turns young smiles to tears
and cold are alike indifferent to me; I have, therefore, gone Such is the promise of Thirty Years.”
farther into the interior of Africa than Park or Bowditch This can scarcely be considered as a notice of Friend-ever attempted. I have also crossed the Andes, with more ship's Offering. We shall do it more justice by and by.
ease and expedition than Captain Head.
“Some Irishman said, that no man could be in two
places at once, barring he was a bird.' I can. I have been The Gem, a Literary Annual. London. W. Marshall. in more than two hundred places at the same time ! 1830.
“Do not think that I assume to myself an attribute of
Deity. We have just received the Gem, and have looked over
There are more than two thousand places where I
am not! it with much pleasure. It is evidently greatly superior
“ I have been an eye-witness of many of the most remarkto what it was last year, when it was edited by Thomas able events in history, sacred and profane. Hood. The present editor conceals his name, but we “ I was present at those most sublime and awful periods, have reason to know that he is a young mau of much pro- -the Resurrection and Ascension. I was present with St mise. The embellishments are, for the most part, very
Paul, at his conversion; and also when he made Felix happily chosen ; and in the literary contents there is a
tremble. I accompanied Titus, the delight of mankind,' freshness, and often a vigour, which we do not find so
in all his deeds of mercy, and was present when he gave up
his property for the relief of the sufferers from an eruption conspicuous elsewhere. We observe, that in addition to
of Mount Vesuvius. I was inseparable from King Alfred. the greater number of the names we have already men- I witnessed the devoted affection of Queen Eleanor, who tioued, Horace Smith, John Malcolm, Miss Isabel Hill, sucked the poison from her husband's wound at the risk of William Jerdan, E. M. Fitzgerald, James Kenney, and her own life. I was also at Calais, when Queen Pbilippa others, are contributors. We shall gratify ourselves and
used her benevolent intluenee to preserve the lives of six ci. our readers by noticing the contents more fully as soon
tizens who bad offered themselves to save their city. as we can command time; and we anticipate, that in the Jew_You are mistaken. He was present at the Cruci
“ You have already guessed that I am the · Wandering scale of the comparative merits of all the Annuals which fixion I was not. we intend giving this year as we did last, the Gem will
" It is my greatest glory, that I have seldom been present hold a high and respectable place.
at outrageous deeds of sin and wickedness; indeed, my very
presence is often sufficient to deter men from deeds of evil. The Juvenile Forget-me-Not.
A Christmas and New Plots, contrived with the greatest secresy, are sooner or later Year's Gift, or Birthday Present, for the Year 1830. brought to me, and I am generally enabled to subvert them.
“ As candour and sincerity are my distinguishing chaEdited by Mrs S. C. Hall. London. N. Hailes.
racteristics, I may affirm that I have no dark side in my Pp. 229.
own disposition or conduct. The New Year's Gift; and Juvenile Souvenir. Edited “ I may also declare, without conceit, that I excel in paintby Mrs Alaric Watts. London. Longman, Rees, ing; and that Raphael and Rubens were as much indebted Orme, and Co. 1830. Pp. 240.
to my instructious, as Reynolds and Lawrence have been in
later times. I have no ear for music, nor can I produce a These are two as pretty books as a little boy or girl, or note, though I am well versed in the science of harmony; a young master or miss, could wish to have. In the first “ It is to the science of optics that I chietly devote myself,
and have done more to its elucidation than most practical tinctly than he has done. As to his impartiality, tre men. 'I owe a debt of gratitude to Sir Isaac Newton : his confess we were not altogether so sure; for we were well discoveries and writings have developed my faculties, and
aware that the natural tendency of the education of a enlarged my capacity. “ Poets of renown have celebrated my praise ; but to the kind of prejudice against the leader of the Independents
clergyman of the Church of England was to foster every best of poets, Homer and Milton, I was almost a stranger and the obstinate enemy of all prelacy. But we are hapI am not known as an author, and I never preached a sermon; yet my Reflections on Mankind' have been of in- py to say that our fears have proved unfounded, and that calculable benefit to the human race. Critics will tell you as far as we can judge from the contents of the first vothat these reflections are not solid, in fact, have no weight, lume, which takes us down to the death of Charles I., though they confess they bear some colour of truth.
Dr Russell has allowed himself to be led away by the “ I will confess my want of gravity; but I have other pro- prepossessions neither of one party nor the other, but has perties or qualities, which supply that of solidity. I have throughout expressed his opinions candidly, temperately
, an unvaried rectitude of principle, and pursue that line of conduct which leads me directly to my object. My power and, we think, justly. Thus, while his style is characsurpasses that of the greatest potentate on earth; yet so far terised by great precision, and that useful strength which from exciting fear, or terror, by my presence, fear flies at arises from the rejection of all superfluous ornament, the my approach. I am the harbinger of joy; and it is only in reader, who is anxious only to investigate the truth, may my absence that men turn pule with a fright!
safely take him for a guide, and will find him one who My form is slender and agile. I can pass through the thinks for himself, without being either too tamne or too narrowest passage ; yet I am, at times, so large, that the violent. We do not, of course, mean to say that the book most spacious chamber will not contain me.
“I cannot describe to you the garb by which to recognize contains no statements which may not be caviled at by me, as I vary it continually, both in form and colour; and the partisans of either side ; but only that the author is without vanity or extravagance, I conform to every variety fairly entitled to claim to himself the merit of having of fashion. My constitution is such, that I cannot exist in avoided the two extremes, and of having given“ an ima dungeon, nor even in a room, if the shutters be closed, and partial view of Cromwell's conduct, in his early life, in have no aperture. But I must now conclude with a most his first entrance upon public business, in his achieve humiliating confession : you have heard the German story ments as a soldier, and in his rise to political power." of a man who had no shadow~I am in the same predica- That he will
be equally impartial when he comes to speak ment!”
To this, we shall add the following little poem by Mrs of his government of the three kingdoms, we have every Hemans, which ought to be set to music immediately, reason to hope, his character throughout being made to and sung everywhere :
depend upon his actions, and the reader being constantly supplied with evidence, by means of which he may not
only form his own judgment, but may also ascertain the By Mrs Hemans.
accuracy of the opinions which have been propagated by “ O'er the far blue mountains,
others. O'er the white sea-foam
Such being the view we entertain of Dr Russell's Life Come, thou long-parted one!
of Cromwell upon these essential points, we need scarcely Back to thy home. When the bright fire shineth,
add, that we look upon it as likely to prove, when comSad looks thy place;
pleted, a valuable and excellent work. The period of While the true heart pinetle,
British history which it embraces is, without question, the Missing thy face
most important in the annals of this country; and tbough O'er the far blue mountains,
a great deal has already been written upon it, the story O'er the white sea-foam,
can afford to be told over and over again every fifty years; Come, thou long-parted one! Back to thy home.
for every new generation likes to have these great events
put into their own language by some of their own con“ Music is sorrowful
temporaries. It is, of course, needless to enter here into Since thou wert gone;
any analysis of Cromwell's career ; and we shall reserve Sisters are mourning the
some farther remarks, which we may have to make upon Come to thine own!
Dr Russell's work, till the appearance of the second voHark! the home-voices call,
lume. Meantime, the following passage, descriptive of Back to thy rest! Come to thy father's hall,
Cromwell's Parliamentary abilities, and of his personal Thy mother's breast !
appearance, affords a fair specimen of our author's style : O'er the far blue mountains,
“No wise panegyrist of Cromwell will maintain that, in O'er the white sea-foain,
point of wealth, learning, eloquence, dress, or any external Come, thou long-parted one !
accomplishment, he could bear a comparison with the maBack to thy home !"
jority of the members even of the Long Parliament. The We have, at present, given our readers only a few ge-excercise of talents which were entirely independent of these
secret of his elevation, therefore, must be sought for in the neral ideas regarding these delightful books; but they outward advantages, which, in the first instance at least, will not be surprised at our not being more minute, when conciliate attention, and bespeak a favourable bearing even they consider that we are not only the first in Scotland in the most factious assembly. Fervour, zeal, and knowto speak of them at all, but that we have also the start of ledge of the subject under debate, command at length the the London Periodical Press.
most reluctant auditor, and conter the charm of oratory on
a bare statement of facts. We find accordingly that he soort Life of Oliver Cromwell. By the Rev. M. Russell, ments, though delivered without grace, eloquence, or even
gained the respect of the House by the depth of his arguLL.D. In two volumes. Vol. 1. being Volume Clearness; and he gradually rose in the favour of the more XLVII. of Constable's Miscellany. Edinburgh. 1829. discerning of the members, by his penetration, his un wenried What the readers of a popular work like Constable's himself
dispositions of the leading persons of his own Miscellany naturally look for in a Life of Oliver Crom-side ; he studied carefully the views and
temper of every well, is clearness and impartiality. From what we know one whose influence was likely to shape the determinations of Dr Russell's literary acquirements, we never entertain of his compatriots; and he availed hiinself equally of the ed any doubt, that in the first of these respects his book strength and of the weakness of character which he found would be exactly what it ought to be. We find, accord prevailing around him. ingly, that to great simplicity of narrative he unites great history of Cromwell, may be properly concluded within
“ This chapter, which has been devoted to the domestic accuracy of information, and that no one
could have told short description of his person. "He is said to have been in the story of Cronwell's extraordinary carcer more dis- early life of a robust make and coustitutivn, and his aspect
monly, though clownish. At a later period, he became added to his knowledge, and matured his judgment. In what Noble calls rather a coarse-looking man. suffered much from the fatigues of a military life, from the verse of all this is to be apprehended. The first selection
He had regard to posthumous publications, however, the very reanxiety which surrounded the high station to which he ul- from the papers of the deceased will naturally comprehend timately attained, and perhaps from the disappointments incident to an ambition which aspired to a still more lofty such as are of most value; and if, by the success of one eminence. His countenance was usually weather-beaten, volume, the editor is tempted to add a second, his choice his complexion sallow, his features strongly marked, and is now limited to the pieces which he formerly rejected. his nose of a flaming red. In a volume entitled Butler's ) It was perhaps owing to his consciousness of lying under Remains. it is said that · Cromwell wants neither ward- this disadvantage, that the editor bas sought to give inrobe nor armour ; his face was naturally buff, and his skin terest to the present volume, by something of novelty in may furnish you with a rusty coat of mail ; you would think he had been christened in a lime-pit, and tanned alive' its arrangement, and variety in its contents. It consists, There is much more abuse of this contemptible kind to be for the most part, of Discourses, so arranged with their found in other royalist writers, who, when the government appropriate prayers and psalms, as to form a sort of Diwas restored, thought they could not supply too strong food rectory for Presbyterian worship. All this is, in our to gratify the appetite for revenge which the severities of opinion, a little unnecessary, since such an arrangement the Protectorate had excited. It is not to be questioned, and such materials, being suited to the service of the Sahhowever, that his physiognomy must have presented a par- bath, and the less circunscribed time of those who assemticular conformation. Clarendon says that he had some, ble for the purpose of public worship, will not be found thing singular and ungracious in his look and And a lady, who records her recollections of him in the An- available for family devotion ; nor can we allow that, even nual Register, remarks, that when she saw him, his face on the score of curiosity, such a formula can be of value, was very pale, and his nose of a deep red.”
since, it may be presumed, that it is already sufficiently faTo this, we may add another passage, indicative of the miliar to those who are likely to be readers of Mr Gracie's tone of impartiality which pervades the whole work: volume. We are not aware that our established church
“ But it must not be concealed that, associated with the holds so mean a place among Christian communities, as extravagance and affectation which deformed a large portion to be in danger of letting its form of public worship be of English society, there was much sound principle, virtue, forgotten, or saved from becoming the subject of antiquaand patriotism. On both sides we see many things worthy rian research, only by the existence of the publication now of admiration. On the one hand, a brave and
intelligent under review. Besides a complete Communion Service, people are about to take the field in the cause of liberty, upon which the recent practice of the government had unques- this volume contains several miscellaneous Discourses, and tionably made some serious encroachments; and, on the an Essay on the Reasonableness and Advantages of Prayer, other, a generous nobility, supported by the great body of which, though not quite equal to some of the Discourses the minor barons of the kingdom, present themselves in the in his former volume, are all marked with that winning attitude of defending their sovereign against the fury of de simplicity, good sense, and occasional warmth of feeling mocratical ambition, which threatened to tread the crown and sceptre in the dust. If on either part there was an er
and eloquence, which characterise all that we have seen ror, it arose from the undue intensity of a laudable motive. of Mr Gracie's pulpit compositions. The Prayers, of which As in the physical constitution of the atmosphere, the prin- there are several, are not among the least creditable parts ciples which compose the invisible Auid which ministers to of the work: they are neither - frigidly elaborate, nor life may, by a slight excess of one of the ingredients, be carelessly familiar; they are generally appropriate, eloconverted into a most virulent poison ; so in the temper of quent, and sufficiently enriched, though not cumbered, the British people, at that important crisis, the infusion of with Scripture phraseology. Mr Gracie appears to have cipitated the most virtuous nation in Europe into the mi- and the importance of its duties. an intemperate zeal for matters of inferior consequence, pre-entertained a proper sense of thë dignity of his profession, series of a civil war."
We have no hesitation Before concluding, we may remark, that we are not
in again recommending his Discourses to the favour of quite pleased with the manner in which the important
the public. bat:le of Marston-Moor is described. The whole details are copied from an imperfect account given by a weekly History of the Town of Greenock. By Daniel Weir. Journal of that day, called the Mercurius Britannicus, in
Greenock. Daniel Weir. 1829. 8vo. Pp. 126. stead of being taken from various sources, and moulded by the author into a distinct narrative of his own. The
This is, of course, a work more of local than of general battle of Naseby is much better told, and shows what Dr interest. Mr Weir is well known, in the West country, Russell can do when he chooses. If his second volume as an amiable and modest writer, and the author of a be as good as his first, we scarcely know any work which number of very pretty verses. His History of Greenock, has yet appeared in the Miscellany that we shall look though the contents are somewhat deficient in lucid arupon as' more entitled to popular favour.
rangement, for which, indeed, he apologises in the Preface, is sensibly written, and is creditable to his industry
and research. Public Worship and Miscellaneous Discourses. By the late Rev. Archibald Gracie.
At the beginning of the 18th century, Greenock was Edinburgh. Waugb
merely a single row of thatched houses, and, in the year and Innes. 1829. 8vo. Pp. 459.
1716, it contained only four slated tenements. A harbour, We had occasion, about the end of last winter, to no- however, was built, and the town continued to increase tice at sorne length a volume of Sermons selected from the slowly. In 1755, the population did not exceed 3800. MSS. of the late Mr Gracie. We are happy to find that Soon afterwarıls, however, its increase became more rapid, the favourable opinion which we expressed of these Ser- and it started up into a fourishing seaport, a character mons has been confirmed by the public; and the editor which it has ever since maintained. Its present populapleads the approbation with which the former volume tion may be estimated at about 27,000, including seamen. was received as his apology for now presenting us with Its inhabitants, as was naturally to be expected, have been some more of his brother's papers. This is rather a always more remarkable for opulence and commercial hazardous experiment, in so far at least as the reputation spirit, than for their attention to literature and science. of the deceased is concerned. In the case of a living In 1769, the Magistrates, before they admitted Mr John author, one successful publication naturally leads us to Wilson to the superintendence of the Grammar School, expect equal, or even greater, excellence in his next per- stipulated that he should abandon the “profane and unproformance. We may reasonably hope that he will have fitable art of poem-making." In 1792, aliterary society was profited by the hints of friendship, and the strictures of commenced, but existed only for about eighteen months. judicious criticism—that he shall have acquired greater Several other societies for the encouragementof arts, science, correctness in composition that. experience shall have or literature, have been attempted since, but bave ner