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flourished. There is, however, a “ James Watt Club," | for morning, Sandy Rankine, than whom you will not. which meets on the very spot where stood the house in find a more intelligent or a more obliging guide, will which Watt was born, the most illustrious man which knock lustily at your door, ere well the lark has roused' Greenock has produced. Jean Adam, the authoress of his brother choristers, or the cock his fellows of the “ There's nae luck about the house," was also a native of roost; and whilst you are buckling on your panoply, Greenock; and in one of the churchyards lie the remains Mrs Cameron is buckling upon Sandy's back a basket of of “ Highland Mary,” immortalised by Burns. Neither most interesting contents. Having sallied forth, we cross is the fact generally known that it was in the arms of a the mouth of Glennevis and its foaming stream, and we Greenock seaman that Nelson was conveyed to the cock- pass the castle of Inverlochy, washed by a fine full river, pit, after receiving his death-wound on the quarter-deck from which it derives its name. This castle, now in of the Victory, at Trafalgar. Greenock, too, has lately ruins, was one of the many strongholds of the redoubted produced several poets and men of literary character. family of Cumming, although tradition says, that in earlier Among these are Mr Mennons, the Editor of the Green times it was a royal seat; and there is something that ock Advertiser and the Literary Coronal,—Mr Steele, the bids the mind acquiesce, without much questioning, in a author of the “ Hope of Immortality," lately published tradition which places the palace of the Scottish moby Blackwood,—Mr Weir himself, and others.
narch at the base of the loftiest of his country's hills, and
in a district where the Caledonian Forest, sheltering the Some Account of the Life of Reginald Heber, D.D. bison and the boar in its recesses, spread itself over
Bishop of Calcutta. With a Portrait. 12mo, pp. 239. mighty mountains, and mirrored itself in majestic lakes. London. Simpkin & Marshall. 1829.
But now comes the tug of war. By a grassy steep This is a work of very humble pretensions. Indeed, Ip half an hour you are fatigued to faintness; but ten
ascent you begin to climb Bennevis on its western front. when we read, in a preliminary notice, “ These pages are compiled from the various reviews of the Bishop of Cal- here and there jut through the sward, restores you ; and
minutes' rest on one of those grey masses of stone that cutta's works, and are published without authority from it is a fact which I cannot account for, but which all his family," we were inclined to shut the book at once. On second thoughts , however, it struck us that any me- breathing you will not again suffer from fatigue in a de
hill-climbers will bear me out in, that after the first morial of such a man as Heber was valuable. Rising, therefore, and taking a turn or two across the room, to gree so painful and oppressive. A few more heats and a regain that equanimity of temper which the suspicion of few more halts, and you have ascended what is called a flagrant instance of book-making had somewhat ruffled Bennevis' Resting-hill
. It is rather the steepest, but by for,
You now cross a
far the smoothest part of the ascent. “ Even in tranquillest climes,
boggy plain of some extent, in which there is a lake and Light breezes will ruffle the flowers some times"
a thousand rills, heard incessantly, but scarcely ever seen,
so buried are they under the long heather and the swollen we proceeded to read the volume with our paper cutter.
Having traversed this landing place in We perused with pleasure the extracts from the Bishop's the Titanic staircase, you are called upon again“ to put Russian and Indian Journals, and, as we anxiously col- a stout heart to a stay brae,” for long and rough is the lected the few biographical facts thinly scattered through path which lies above you. Your course leads up by the the pages, we anticipated the gratification we should find side of a stream, gelid and crystalline, that rushes in a in bestowing our best attention on the full memoirs of thousand cataracts down the hill. You now begin to this truly Christian gentleman and scholar which will feel that you must bid farewell to the vegetable, and enter shortly appear from the pen, we believe, of Mrs Heber.
the mineral kingdom. No plants are to be met with ex.
cept some of the hardiest and most alpine or aretic of MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.
the grasses, mosses, and saxifrages. Even these are few
and far between, and nearer the summit they disappear BENNEVIS, AND ITS ADJACENT SCENERY.
altogether. This want of vegetable life is chargeable, no A TOURIST'S SKETCH.
doubt, in a great degree, upon the pitiless exposure, but Fort-William is a military station, calculated fully as partly also, and in no small measure, on the want of soil
. much to excite the smile as the terror of the foe; but to | For two miles next its summit, the surface of the hill the lion-hunter, the village which lies beneath its cannon is wholly covered (I had almost said slated) with large has every thing to recommend it; for, besides affording loose fragments of stone.
They are of a dark blue-chhim a good inn, a good bed, and a good dinner, he will loured clay-stone porphyry, very hard and sharp-edged ; find radiating from this comfortable centre, many objects which last character (one that the visitor will hardly fail worthy of his attention. Among these are Glencoe, alike to remark) becomes more striking as you approach the interesting and alike terrific in its natural scenery and in summit of the mountain, as if the stones farther down its associated recollections – Moidart and Lochiel, where had suffered some process of attrition in their descent Prince Charles first raised his standard, and where the About a mile from the highest peak there is a spring, trustiest and noblest-minded of his adherents ruled, above which no water is to be found, and around which Glenroy, with its parallel road,—the Caledonian inal a thousand “ dispecta membra " give the hint that bere and Neptune's staircase, which will turn his thoughts it is customary for the aspirant to leave his stores til from the vast achievements of nature, to one of the most his return. Here, then, do we deposit our fowl, our stupendous of the works of man, and lastly, Bennevis, loaf, our kebbuck; but, most venerable and venerated of which we are about to speak more at length immedi- greybeard ! here do we not deposit thee. ately. When of these objects" meditation has had its till," along a mountain's breast, knows too well the virtue that he has only to take his place aboard a steam-boat, and is in thee to trust thee anywhere save near his heart; be steered either northward, through locks and lochs of and when we stand on the pinnacle of the loftiest of fame, or south ward through that striking archipelago King George's hills, shall not our loyal lips pronounce his where rises Staffa, the fairest of all Neptune's temples, royal name over that essence which he esteems and bo and Iona, where Columba kept alive the sacred flame of nours ? Shall we not give a cheer to our good Admiral religion and of learning, amid dark and stormy times. from his own top-gallant head ?
Though the sweetest of sunshine may be in the vales, Well, we have at length reached the summit; and, it is scarcely during more than one day in the week that gentle reader, or rather, sweet fellow-traveller, we hope the broad summit of Bennevis is altogether free froin you are not overmuch fatigued. We now stand upon a clouds ; and the travelling party must wait patiently at long, narrow, irregular piece of table-land, horribly gasb- Fort-William till a suitable day appear. On the wished- ed by the Corries. These are the sinuosities of a la
He who toils
mendous precipice, which forms the north side of the the large room of the Argyll Arcade, the other their comountain, and which certainly is the most striking fea- lumns, with or about them. Never was there so much tore it presents, Its height is 2000 feet, and it scarcely written on sọ small a matter, and, on the whole, well declines from the perpendicular. Launch over it one of written too. All our Glasgow newspapers, save one, these hard blocks of porphyry, you will hear a hundred rushed into the field, and had each their favourites. The wild echoes, and see smoke rising from a hundred jutting criticisms in the Chronicle, surmised to be from the praccrags, but in that sinoke the substance of the stone is dis- tised pen of a member of the Dilletanti Society, were, in sipated,-it never reaches the bottom of the cliff. Many general, happily conceived, and tersely, perhaps too terseand varied, and far agunder, are the objects over which ly, expressed ; but they were based on notions of art esour eyes can range. We see at once the Atlantic and the sentially correct. A young writer of talent, disguising German, the Western and the Eastern oceans. The himself in broad Scotch, for the purpose of saying shrewder Linnhé Loch, beginning at the hill's foot, runs far, far things, followed the classical critic. The Free Press and southward; a painter would say it was foreshortened, for its able editor entered with enthusiasm, but at perhaps the hilly isles which gorge it at its junction with the At- too great length, and with too friendly and gentle a spilantic, forty miles away, seem just beneath our feet. rit, into the merits of nearly every picture, and found reThere is something grand in looking down upon a thou- deeming points in them all. The Times was more eclecsand hill-tops, as now we do in common with the eagle. tic, and this year had no favourites. A young litterateur Far in the west, overtopping many intervening chains, from Edinburgh, at present connected with the Courier, are the singularly abrupt and ragged hills of Coolin, in has distinguished that paper by very clever criticisins, Skye, To the south, Ben Cruachan, a two-headed giant, with the most of which I agree, saving that which attackstands conspicuous ; and, in the east, springing graceful ed my friend Henderson, who has one of the best porand conical from the margin of Loch Tay, Benlawers, traits in the Exhibition, As to the Herald, it is the ex" above the rest in form and posture proudly eminent, ception to which I alluded, and, I think, fitly and pron stands like a tower.” Here and there through a niche in perly so. Its honest and excellent editor, though himthe sombre mountains, you gain a glimpse of some silvery self an accomplished scholar, and a man of taste, has alcurrent glittering down its narrow valley, or of the broad- most a contempt for the prattle about les beaux arts, er sheen of some expansive lake. Several patches of snow, and objects of virtû, which so often makes up the whole like the remains of wreathes, sparkle in the shaded places, of the pretensions of travelled connoisseurs and would, and with handfuls of these it is a pleasant July occupa- be dilletanti respecting the beautiful; and, assailed on tion to pelt each other, The chill air, however, which every side by the solicitations of the partisans of exhibitat first was grateful, after the exertion of ascent, is soon ors, to give some space to,”—“ to look favourably ou," felt piercing and painful, and we shall therefore not pro- “ to say something kind of,” &c. &c., he has stoutly, perhaps tract our stay.
gruflly, refused to meddle with a nest of hornets such Our descent, including a proper allowance of time for as congregated artists frequently are.
This is all very doing justice to our basketful at the well, will not occupy well for one Journal, but it would never have done had a one-third so long as our upward struggle. It is on the second stood out in the same way. The originality of southern part of the mountain, and by a route of much resistance would then have been no more.
2.- But now for more uninterrupted steepness. You are soon imparadised our very brief coup-d'æil of the catalogue—the rose leaf in Glennevis, with a warm atmosphere around you, a added to the filled-up and brimming cup. soft sward beneath your feet, and for your companion The Edinburgh artists have this year shown much down the glen, a sweet stream, with a fringe of fields and more of their temper than their talent to us. They certrees. Twenty minutes' walk conducts you to the inn tainly do not all seem to have the mildness of tbe Kid. from which you started in the morning. The last effort One of their number took the pet, last year, because be of the day is a scramble who shall have the sofa. And as was presented with a piece of plate instead of money; and you enjoy your siesta there, and are gratified by the sym- his brethren, in their most disinterested “ love for art," pathizing alacrity with which Nancy arranges the dinner
---that is the established phrase—and their “ anxiety for table, you find that it is full eight hours since you set out diffusing a knowledge of its principles,” have not sent, on your excursion, and you begin to wonder whether it this season, half-a-dozen pictures to aid in civilizing us be possible that you are not somewhat tipsy after having Bæotians! Aberdeen is too far north for the indulgence gulped your quarter of a quart of mountain dew. Be sa- of such folly. A Mr Giles, resident there, has sent an tisfied that at its proper level the liquid bas no quality of inconceivable number of pieces from his own pencil, and poison, and be assured, that without its kindly aid, you all of them clever. Some of them, indeed, are excellent ; could not have scaled the capitol,
but just because so many from the same hand are to The height of the mountain, I need scarcely add, is choose upon, I presume, not one of them has found a pur4380 feet. It is shapeless and huge, and from no point chaser ! Not fewer than a round dozen of amateurs are of view is the form it exhibits fine. It was in the middle exhibitors, with very diversified talents indeed. The of July we ascended it, and we were told that during the water-colour drawings of Mr Davie, and the oil pictures, season only twelve adventurers had preceded us, and that chiefly marine pieces, of Mr. C. Hutcheson, are very credite among these there were two or three courageous fair ones. able; as are some beautiful pencil-sketches, particularly We were pleased with the spirit of an English gentleman one of Doune Castle. However, the politeness of the who, we were informed, had a few weeks before left the “ hangmen" of the Society, as the picture committee are steam-vessel at Fort-William, where she lies over night facetiously called by all artists, is, with many of the pieces previous to entering the canal, had seen the rising of the of“ amateurs," much more conspicuous than the severity midsummer sun from the top of Bennevis, and resumed of their taste. his place on board before the boiler had begun to hiss. There are, I think, three sets of gems in the Exhibi.
tion. One comprises Glover's landscapes; the second, FINE ARTS IN GLASGOW.
Barber's; and the third, Graham's portraits. According
to the relative appreciation of these--which have all posi. THE EXHIBITION OF PAINTINGS.
tive and admitted merits--I should judge of the taste of Tur rage for criticising our Second Exhibition of the critic in the arts. Glover's pieces appear to me to be Works of Living Artists having somewhat subsided, I exactly in landscape painting what Chantrey's works are feel inclined to say a word or two about it and them. If in sculpture, showing that which is beautiful in Nature the grandees of Glasgow be apathetic respecting sculpture with intense sympathy and great power, but without ex. and painting, it cannot be said that either the public or aggeration and without soaring into the purely ideal, the conductors of the press are so. The one have filled Barber, on the other hand, looks at Nature through a Claud
Lorrain glass. His painting is like Arabian poetry-all heightening and protrusion of the brow has been introsunshine and roses. It is delicious to dream of such sunny duced with good effect. The only detail that we feel inskies and landscapes brightly green. It would be very clined to object to is the right arm, which is not suffitedious to live beneath the one, or amid the other. As for ciently rested on the neck of the horse, and leaves in conGraham, he will be the Titian of Scotland, when he for- sequence a feeling of exertion in the mind of the spectator, gets that Titian, and Guido, and Carlo Dolce, lived. At at variance with the general impression of the statue. The present, wherever he can, he makes his sitter-however execution of the whole, however, is classical and highly Caledonian in reality- Italian in attitude and air ; and his finished.— The female figure is represented sitting on a glimpses of landscape are recollections of the Val d'Arno, block of stone, the head bent forward and depressed, as if rather than of the Lower Ward of Lanarkshire. It is a looking at a vessel she holds in her hands. It is naked glorious fault, but he will amend it. Henderson, Gib- except the legs, around which some drapery is wrapped. son, M'Nee, and perhaps Ross, are all good portrait | There is great beauty of form in this statue, and a fine painters, but not surpassing. Gibson is a fine colourist ; fleshy effect. The arrangement of the drapery is perhaps Henderson, a minutely faithful and fastidious copier of a little too finical.— The figure of the child is, we have Nature. This is well ; but he is also equally so of tables no doubt, a successful likeness, but there is nothing partiand chairs, and this stiffens his pictures. He hates glare cular about it. The best busts are, that of a gentleman, too, and he paints in dingy reds and russets ; but he has near the child, and that of a lady, on the chimney-piece, capital stuff about him. M.Nee promises to be—nay, is beside the female figure. There is a bust of a lady, beside a bold and admirable sketcher ; but he is, as yet, too the child, to which Mr Campbell seems to have wished to sketchy. His chalks are excellent; and, in a year, he will give a high finish, but which he has made formal, and renwork closer into his canvass. Mr Ross is surely clever; dered the outlines too sharp and cutting. but this season he has not been very successful in any From these remarks, our readers will be able to gather thing but getting to be Professor of Painting in Ander- that we think highly of Mr Campbell's talents ; although son's University. We have several pieces from that cle- we must decline pronouncing a definitive sentence on him, ver artist, William Brown, who delineates so well the until we have opportunities for a larger induction. palaces of Scotland. They are unequal, but none of them below par. That his superb view of Dundonald Castle
THE DRAMA. should not have sold, is surprising. Donaldson, another Glasgow artist, makes rapid strides,— Fleming a Green- MADAME VESTRIS concluded her engagement of twelve ock one, has made them. Bonar and Paterson send from nights on Thursday evening. The houses she drew were Edinburgh the cleverest figure pieces in the Exbibition ; in general respectable, though not either crowded or brilbut the latter asks too much for his, considering his pre- liant. She has not made a great impression in Edinburgh, sent standing. Ten guineas is no bad proffer for his and the general opinion unquestionably is, that she is but Boys Swimming." I made it, but no purchase. The
a second-rate actress. For our own part, we have seeni sales, however, have on the whole been good. One gen
no cause to deviate from the sentiments we expressed last tleman—A. M'Lellan, Esq.--has distinguished himself Saturday. In a very inferior line of parts, she is gracegreatly by his liberal and tasteful selections. We could ful and clever, and this is all the praise to which we deem say to many that we wot of, “ Go thou and do likewise.” her entitled. As to her singing, we have been told that
her · Cherry Ripe” is superior to Miss Noel's. We deny
the fact ; but even though it were the case, why, in HeaMR CAMPBELL'S STATUARY.
ven's name, bring her into comparison with Miss Noel, Last week we announced to our readers that Mr whose style of singing was entirely different, and of a Campbell's model for a statue of the Earl of Hopetoun, far higher order ? One verse of Miss Noel's " Kathleen had been placed in the exhibition rooms of the Royal In- O'More,” or of any of 'her Scotch ballads, was worth all stitution. Since that time, some other pieces of sculp- the “ Cherry Ripes ” Madame Vestris ever chanted. ture, by the same artist, have been added. The hurried There was soul and feeling in Miss Noel's songs ;-there and unsatisfactory manner in which we were formerly is nothing but a little glitter and a little execution in those able to notice the principal work, and the additional ma- of Vestris. In one word, she knows how to do a smart terials now supplied for forming a judgment of Mr C.'s thing, but she has little or no conception of aught beyond. talents, have induced us to return to the subject.
In a dramatic article in the Scotsman of Wednesday The works of this gentleman at present in the rooms of last, we find the following passage in reference to what the Institution are, the statue of Lord Hopetoun, a female we and others have said of Vestris :-“Certainly the tone figure, a child, and five busts. The statue of the nobleman assumed by some of our critical brethren is not calculated is colossal. His lordship is represented in a Roman dress, to attract the visits of the Metropolitan actors; which we the toga falling in simple folds over the left arm, the hand are sorry for, not only on account of the privation we may of which holds his sheathed sword. The right hand, thereby suffer in our theatrical amusements, but for the holding a bridle, rests on the mane of his horse, which injury it may occasion to the interests of the Theatre itstands directly bebind him, its head depressed, and, as it self.' In this instance, received as Madame Vestris has were, rubbing on one of its fore-legs. His countenance is been by the public, with applause and approbation, we turned a little to the left, and looking down on the spec- hope she will not suffer the opinions of a few individuals tator. The outline, from the depressed head of the horse to prevent her returning to us; for, in the present dearth along its neck, up to the head of the human figure, is of dramatic talent, the loss would be serious, not only to easy; with regard to the descending line on the other side, us, but we suspect also to the Theatre.” Now this is the protrusion of the animal's haunches breaks it into two, sheer nonsense. In criticising an actor or actress, we do in a manner not quite so satisfactory to the eye. The not, in the first instance, care one farthing whether our head of the horse we almost incline to pronounce perfect, remarks may frighten the metropolitan
actors, or be de80 fine is its form, so expressive of life and fire, with its trimental to the pecuniary interests of the Theatre here. starting eyeballs, its swelling veins, and the conformation We are anxious only to state what we feel to be just rem of its mouth champing on the bit. The bends of the fet-garding the individual in question ; and, we are well locks in the legs upon which it is planted are highly aware, that if we conscientiously observe this rule, our expressive of elasticity. The whole figure of the horse is criticisms, however severe they may sometimes be, will not good. The attitude of the Earl is natural, unconstrained, deprive us of a visit from one really clever actor, and so and dignified. A likeness to the original has been retained far from injuring the Theatre, will ultimately do it a in the countenance, but not so slavishly as to interfere most important service, by poiuting out to the manage with the effect of the statue as a work of art. The idea ment those persons who are most likely to be received
with well-deserved applause. It is true, we may have been instrumental towards frightening Vestris a little, but this was exactly what we meant to be, and we do not anticipate the downfall of the drama among us, though we should never again behold the light of her counte
TO A CANARY BIRD ESCAPED FROM ITS CAGE.
By the late Alexander Balfour.
Alang the sky;
And mount on high.
I ferly sair you thought na shame
Whare friends caress'd you ; To play the madly losing game,
What freak possess'd you?
On Anna's lap you sat to rest,
E'en dared to sip
Frae Emma's lip.
Your comfort was their daily care,
You've ta'en your flight; Left a' your friends wi' hearts fu' sair,
Frae morn to e'en you blithely sang, Till a' the room around you rang ; Your bosom never felt the pang
O' want or fear; Nor greedy glede, nor pussie's fang,
Were ever near.
The Edinburgh Theatrical Fund Society are to have a public dinner early in the ensuing year, for the benefit of the Fund. This society, of whose plan and purposes we highly approve, has existed since the year 1819, but was remodelled upon a more comprehensive scale in 1827. Our readers will not have forgotten the splendid public dinner which took place upon that occasion, attended by upwards of three hundred gentlemen, with Sir Walter Scott in the chair. It was, perhaps, the most memorable public dinner which has ever been seen in Edinburgh, for it was there that the Author of “ Waverley" first spoke to his countrymen, and said, “ I am the man ;"_and when the youngest who were preseat are old and grey, it will be something for them to tell their grandchildren that they themselves saw the iron-mask removed from the wizard's face, and heard from his own lips the confession of his immortality. To a certain extent this event was extrinsic to the occasion, but it is enough to hallow with delightful associations any subsequent dinner of the same
society. We have no doubt, therefore, that whether Sir = Walter Scott, or the Duke of Buccleuch, or Lord Elcho,
or any one else, be in the chair, the meeting will be numerous and brilliant. We are glad to know that the affairs of the Fund are in a prosperous condition, supported principally by the annual subscriptions of non-resident members, and by many handsome donations which have. been received from various quarters. The resident members do notexceed fifteen or sixteen, and consist of the most respectable portion of the company here, who contribute each one shilling a-week during the theatrical season. The affairs of the society are managed hy a committee, consisting of Messrs Pritchard, Denham, G. Stanley, and Mackay, the latter acting as treasurer. Mrs H. Siddons and Mr Murray are the trustees, in whose hands are deposited the funds for behoof of the society. The annual subscription to non-resident members is two guineas; and the benefit to be derived from becoming either a resident or non-resident member, is thus expressed in the schedule of “ Rules and Regulations :"_" Any Member of this Society who shall have regularly contributed to its fund for the space of seven years, sball, on being incapacitated by age, accident, or infirmity, to exercise his or her duties as an actor or actress, be entitled to an annuity of forty pounds from the Society, unless his or her independent income shall exceed forty pounds per annum, in which event the annuity given by this Society shall suffer an abatement equal to such excess.
But should any part of that additional income be derived from the industrious exercise, by the claimant, of any faculty or talent, then the claimant shall be allowed half of the annual sum so saved to the fund.” To this is added another rule :“ Any Member of this Society who shall have regularly contributed for seven years, shall, upon attaining the age of sixty, if a male, and of fifty-five, if a female, be entitled to claim upon the ground of age,” it being understood that no person who is above the age of forty-five at the time of application can be admitted a member. It is perfectly clear that the objects of the Society are in the highest degree benevolent and useful, and ought to meet with every proper encouragement. In the words of Sir Walter Scott,“ It would be ungrateful and unkind were those who have sacrificed their youth to our amusement, not to receive the reward due to them, but be reduced to every kind of hardship in their old age. Who can think of poor Falstaff going to bed without his cup of sack, or of Macbeth feeding on bones as marrowless as those of Banquo ?” We shall be glad on all occasions to lend our assistance towards forwarding the views of the Theatrical Fund Society.
But you will never see that day,
Some hapless morn
Your plumage torn!
Was't Freedom, say, or Pleasure's name, That lured you frae your cozie hame? Whichever, I can hardly blame,
Though you'll repent it; For wiser folk bave done the same,
And sair lamentit.
I've kent the rich, but restless swain,
Wi' scornfu' ee,
For bliss to be :
And in Columbia's forests deep,
Still fondly dear ;
The bootless tear.
'Tis naething strange for folks to think,
And birds and men
Before they ken.
Our readers will be glad to learn, that a third volume of the Cabinet, or the Selected Beauties of Literature, is in preparation. It will be published in monthly Parts; and, from the acknowledged taste of its editor, Mr Aitken, there is every reason to believe that it will be, if possible, a still more delightful volume than either of the two which have preceded it.
One of our enterprising Edinburgh publishers has the following new works in preparation :--An Historical Account of Discoveries and Travels in North America; including the United States, Canada, the shores of the Polar Sea, and the Voyages in Search of a North West Passage; with Observations on Emigration. By Hugh Mur ray, Esq., F.R.S.E. Illustrated by a Map of North America. 2 VOS 8vo.-Political Economyi an Enquiry into the Natural Grounds of Right to Vendible Property, or Wealth. By Samuel Read. 80Memoirs of Rear-Adiniral Paul Jones; now first compiled from his original Journals, Correspondence, and other Papers, brought from Paris by his Heirs at the time of his Death, and from his Letters to his Relations in Scotland. Including an Account of his Setrices ut der Prince Potemkin, in the celebrated Russian Campaign against the Turks, in the Black Sea, in 1788. 9 vols. 1?mo.-Studies in N** tural History: exhibiting a popular View of the most striking and interesting Objects of the Material World. By William Rhind, Menober of the Royal Medical, and Royal Physical Societies of Edinburgh. Illustrated by Engravings. 12mo.-Oliver Cromwell, a Poem. In Three Books.-A Glance at London, Brussels, and Paris. By the same Author.
There is announced, for early publication, a work, entitled Celtie Manners, as preserved among the Scots Highlanders ; being an Alcount, Historical and Descriptive, of the inhabitants, Antiquities, and National Peculiarities of Scotland, more particularly of the northern, or Gaelic parts of the country, where the singular habits of the aboriginal Celts are most tenaciously retained. By James Logate Corresponding Member of the Society of the Antiquaries of Scotland. In one thick volume, demy 8vo, illustrated by numerous Engravings
, and accurate Drawings of the Tartans, &c. of the various Highland Clans.
Shortly will appear, The Home Book; or Young Housekeeper's Manual. A Complete System of Domestic Economy, calculated for the guidance of persons having the management of a household of either great or sinall extent; and containing useful rules for the çe neral government of a family; with a simple and comprehensive system of Household Accounts, and valuable directions for effettually checking the many impositions practised upon respectable families
, by servants, &c. The whole deduced from forty-five ycars' practical experience, by a Grandmother.
The Athenaid, or Modern Grecians, a Poem; with Notes charac teristic of the manners and customs of the Greeks and Turks, by Henry J. Bradfield, is announced.
Sir Walter Scott's forthcoming History of Scotland, from the ear liest historic records down to the union of the crowns, is not, like the series of the Tales of a Grandfather, avowedly selected add adapted for young persons, but was undertaken with a different view, and for a different class of readers. It is intended to form a part of the flistory of England, Scotland, and Ireland, in six small octavo volumes which we have already announced—Sir Jaines Mackintosh being enzgaged for England, and Moore for Ireland, which work he will come mence as soon as he publishes his long-promised Life of Byron, tox nearly ready,
Smile with the young and the fair!
To bless and to guard thee there!
And sorrow my guest shall be ; Since joy cannot lighten my eyes when thou'rt gone,
They shall glisten in tears for thee.
Gaze on the forms full of life and grace
That flit through the gay halls by, Read the glad soul in each radiant face,
As in streams we may read the sky;
A pale drooping flow'ret you see,
And read it an emblem of me!