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we walked to the top of the school-room, where there was a space raised above the usual level of the flooring. As a preliminary, the master delivered to the culprit a long and laboured harangue on the evils of being absent without leave, or, in other words, of playing the truant, said a great deal about his duty to himself and his parents, and concluded with a general admonition to the whole school. He then proceeded to the most striking part of his duty, namely, the bestowing on Master William, by the aid of the "three-tailed bashaw," a round dozen of mementos on the palms of both hands, which he bore with sullen fortitude, and did not appear to shrink in the least from the punishment. We kept silence on the "knife" part of the business, or he would most likely have been favoured with another dozen. As it was, we thought, in the goodness of our hearts, that he had quantum suff. The school once more broke up, and thus ended one of our eventful days. William never got the better of his bad trick, and at last was ejected the community, and sent home to his sorrowing parents as incurable.

Since those careless days, time has made many alterations; years have gone by, and changed the bright dreams of youth into the sober realities of manhood. Not a few of the once happy schoolfellows have gone into strange countries; some have entered into the hurry and bustle of business; one or two are village surgeons and country clergymen; and, alas! some have got to "that bourne whence no traveller returns," far beyond our sympathy and all our vain regrets. Out of the coterie, I am almost left solus cum sola; and when I think of all this,

"No wonder that I sometimes sigh,
And dash the tear-drop from my eye
To cast a look behind."

F.

All the world knows, or ought to know, our very active and intelligent Publishers in the western metropolis, Messrs Robertson & Atkinson. By the latter of these gentlemen-the very Mæcenas of Glasgow-we are favoured with the following graceful effusion :

LINES TO MY SISTER, WITH A BOOK, IN RETURN FOR A
PRESENT FROM HER.

By Thomas Atkinson.

O! how shall love be paid but with itself?
For kindness owneth not a meaner coin!
What are to it the yellow heaps of pelf,

Or diamonds risen radiant from the mine?
Love is no usurer, but is well content
In re-producing,-loving to be spent!

Then but with what thou hadst, dear one, before,
Shall I repay thee-sister of my heart,
For girlish fondness, which I value more
That we in circumstance are far apart;
I loved thee ere I knew thy love was mine,
Although its current flow'd, and show'd no sign

But since a symbol of thy love has come

From forth the patient labour of thy hand;
And of thy work of months I see the sum
In a fair gift before me smiling stand,
Can I do less than of my labours, too,
Think that a portion is thy well-earn'd due?

Then, Margaret sweet, be thine the storied page
A brother penn'd, for he will happier live,
If it, to one of thy yet guileless age

Can rouse an interest, or a pleasure give ;-
Thy fair white fingers wove thy valued gift-
I spin my thoughts-perhaps with less of thrift!

What a quantity of verses are written, which, for want of a better title, are called by their authors " Songs," but which have as much of the song in them as Newton's

"Principia!" The song we are about to subjoin is not liable to this objection, but is evidently well adapted for

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Banish'd for ever!

Dear land of my birth,

We sever! we sever!

An exile from all I love dearest on earth,
From peace and contentment, from pleasure and mirth,
For ever! for ever!

What have we here? The reader shall see the whole, and judge for himself:

ONE OF THE FIFTEEN THOUSAND LETTERS WE RECEIVE
WEEKLY.

Mr Editor, I am entirely of your Moffat correspond-
ent's opinion, who seems to think there is something ter-
rible in the name of Editor. At all events, there is
something in the Notices to Correspondents, especially
when glanced over by an expectant contributor, which
causes a rapid gush of blood from the cheek down into the
ventricles of the heart, whence it is again expelled with a
kind of palpitating motion, which causes a tremulous beat
of every pulse from the digital arteries of the toes to the
basilar artery of the brain. Often have I asked myself
the question,—“What the deuce are we afraid for?"
But as often as I cast my eye to the last leaf of the Lite-
rary Journal, there I see cause enough for fear. The
poor correspondent is either set about his business with a
marked bit of satire, such as "B.'s Fragment' is reduced
to fragments.”—“ S. L. is good enough to say we shall
hear from him soon in a different style;-we fervently
hope so."-" We have particularly to request of Y. A.
and his brother rhymesters, not a little piece,' but a little
peace." Or by a downright rebuff, such as, "We can give
R. U.' no encouragement;" or " A. B.' and 'Beta' are
inadmissible." Or there is the insignificant notice, as
"Y. H.'is very well, as poetry goes."_"M.' of Glasgow
will not suit us." Or, lastly, comes the polite and feeling
rejection, "
lines; but, as a whole, is incomplete." We regret the
Margaret of Glasgow contains some good
pleasing verses of W.' occupy so much space; but if we
have room, they shall be inserted ;"—or,

.

"There is a con

siderable degree of feeling and genius in the lines entitled, I love thee only. Now, Mr Editor, these words were

applied to me, long long ago, in the ninth Number of your first volume; and not being altogether a rebuff positive, I have once more worked myself to the same pitch as your Moffat friend, and herewith "send you a scrawl," with no fictitious signature, lest it should seem, as Hotspur says, "As if I would deny my name." I only pray to Heaven you may have your Slippers on when you receive this, and am your obedient servant,

D. MACASKILL.

Braes of Angus and the town of Montrose. I am sorry for this; at the same time, I cannot blame the Muses for preferring the south and west of Edinburgh to the north of the Tay; for, I verily believe, that were Parnassus to be placed in the vicinity of the Grampians, the one side of it would soon be waving with Georgian oats, the other covered with black cattle, and the whole surrounded with a beautiful rampart of spinningmills." We hope this is not quite correct; and, indeed,

Who Mr D. MacAskill is we are most profoundly ig-judging by the circulation of the LITERARY JOURNAL Over norant, and the lines he sent us formerly, which we were the Braes of Angus and in Montrose, it is impossible that it can be so. pleased to say indicated " a considerable degree of feeling and genius," we have entirely forgotten; but it will be gratifying to Mr D. Mac Askill to know, that we can say precisely the same thing of the lines he has last sent us, and that we are so well pleased with them, that we intend rendering them immortal, by giving them a place in the JOURNAL. Here they are:

THE DEPARTED.

I mind me that I saw thy bier borne silently along,
I follow'd, too, yet knew not where, amidst the mournful

throng;

I saw myself in sable robes, with white crape round my arm,

I miss'd thee then, thy smile, thy kiss, with fond love

ever warm.

I sought for thee amid the throng-thy form ne'er met my eyes;

I ask'd for thee, no answer gain'd, save bosom-bursting sighs:

I sought for thee where laughing streams, and birds of beauty sing,

And where the sunny butterfly sails past on gaudy wings.

I sought thee by the forest shades, the summer sparkling lake,

And where the trembling harebell springs in beauty on the brake ;

They told me, after many days, that thou wert sick, wert dead,

That the funeral chant was o'er thee sung,-the green turf o'er thee spread.

My footsteps sought thy place of rest, thy dark and sunless tomb,

The singing of wild birds is there, around thee roses bloom;

How brightly green the dew-deck'd turf where all thy beauties sleep,

Thy breast is shaded softly by the darkling willow's sweep.

I think of thee in dark midnight-in golden-tinted morn, I see thee in my dreams as when my light heart I have borne,

And wander'd by the waters blue in childhood's laughing hours,

To wreathe for thee the pearly sweets of Lomond's sunny bowers.

But lone and sad I wander now, and must feel ever thus; Where smiles are miss'd we used to prize, there is no home for us;

Why do I roam? It is to quench a burning of the breast; And though 'tis sore to wander thus, yet still I cannot rest.

From Montrose, Paisley, and Aberdeen, we have communications to which we should be glad to give a place, but they must stand over for the present. Our Montrose correspondent says," Sir, In looking over your literary House of Commons, which I do once a-week, I find members or representatives from almost every county, town, and village of Scotland, with the exception of the

One poem still remains to which we are desirous of giving a place. It is by our old acquaintance, the Author of "Vallery ;"-what has become of his "Eldred of Erin ?"

LINES TO MY SISTER.

By Charles Doyne Sillery.

There was a time when hope and joy
Fill'd every glowing sense;

When I, a young and passionate boy,
Loved thee and innocence,
My Sister!

Loved thee and innocence.

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We must pass over about a cart-load of complimentary addresses to ourselves, of which, however, the following six lines may serve as a specimen :

"Hail, greatest Luminary in the earth!
Where had such a bright star its birth?
Muse! I would fancy he was born
High in heaven, on the wings of the morn.
When he speaks, all he says is sense,-

When he sings, it is at the Nightingale's expense." But although obliged to pass over those divine productions, there is a prose letter which we consider it our duty to lay before the world, and which we have no doubt will be read with intense interest by many who feel exactly as the auther does:

QUESTIONINGS CONCERNING THE GREAT SECRET.

hebdomadally in more brilliant beauty than ever.

For

we retire again into the mysteriousness of our nature, Mr Editor, who art thou? what art thou? and where ourselves, like the sorceress in the " Descent of Odin," "And our weary eyes we close,— Leave us leave us to repose."

hast thou thy local habitation? Art thou a man, Mr Editor, like unto other men? Does thy bosom flow with the milk of human kindness? or art thou formed of sterner stuff? Dost thou locate "within a mile of Edinburgh town?" or owl it away in the Heart of Mid-Lothian? In the crowded street or the lonely walk, art thou ever to be seen? Where the young and the gay assemble, art thou among them, though not of them? Might one get a peep of thy singular physiognomy in pit or box of the theatre? or see the twinkle of thy Argus' eyes in the mazes of the dance? By what tokens, mysterious personage, mayest thou be known? Hast thou a short face like the Spectator? a peach-coloured coat like Goldy? a rumbling walk like Johnson? or a crutch like thy Ambrosian brother, Christopher? Art thou a stout gentleman? Perhaps thou art the Stout Gentleman? Art thou bearded like the pard? and thy hair, does it stand up like the bristly boar or fretful porcupine? Canst thou discuss thy tumblers like an Ettrick Shepherd? or bolt thy Bur, gundy with the smack of a Jeffrey? Readest thou ever the pages of a Blair? or dost thou find thy sermons in stones? Writest thou in the broad sunshine of heavenly day? or dost thou enlighten mankind at the expense of the midnight gas? Art thou thoroughly acquainted with things past, present, and to come? and canst thou tell to a certainty what should be done with India, Ireland, and the corn laws? Knowest thou the politics of the city of palaces? and art thou master of the small squabbles that disturb and amuse her thousand citizens? Dost thou ever

THE DRAMA.

THE Theatre opened for the winter season on Tuesday evening. Four new performers have been added to the list of the corps dramatique. The first, in point of importance, is Miss Jarman. What we have long wanted on our stage is an actress to play the principal line of parts both in comedy and tragedy. We say "what we have long wanted," because though we entertain the highest sense of the distinguished abilities of Mrs Henry Siddons, we do not think that of late years she has been altogether able for the fatigues of the premier role. Even were her health perfectly restored, she is now well entitled to lie upon her oars, and to appear only occasionally in her favourite characters, in many of which she is probably superior to all her contemporaries. In this state of matters Mr Murray has acted wisely, though somewhat tardily, in looking out for an assistant and successor to his sister. And we say at once, and with confidence, that in choosing Miss Jarman, he has fixed upon the very person whom we should have wished him to select. Miss Jarman is already well known both on the London boards and in the provinces, and if she is not positively a great actress, she is, unquestionably, the next thing to it. We do not talk unadvisedly ;—we are well aware that there are others who have been more successful in the What Miss Phillips may metropolis, but we do not happen to have any very great respect for metropolitan taste. be, we cannot exactly say, never having seen her; but we have great doubts that she is superior to Miss Jarman. As to Ellen Tree and F. H. Kelly, they are both of them

Miss Ellen Tree is a fine woman, but

only a second-rate actress, because she wants head to be a first-rate. Miss F. H. Kelly is altogether a Cockney imposition. Even in her vaunted part of Juliet, we should no more think of comparing her with Miss Jarman, than we should think of comparing William Thomson the fishmonger with Romeo. We say, therefore, that, with the exception, we presume, of Miss Kemble, we have now got in our company one of the best actresses on the stage,no more than we are entitled to, yet not what every ma

dip into a dock commission, or dive into the mysteriousness of a western pier? Art thou an old man, Mr Editor? Have thy feet descended into the vale of years? or canst thou still sport a light fantastic toe? Art thou a pleasant man, Mr Editor? thou who art the cause of so much pleasure to others? Art thou a happy man, Mr Editor? Have the bleak storms of adversity never howl-inferior to her. ed around thy home? Hast thou always sat beneath thy own vine and fig-tree, without any man being able to make thee afraid? or art thou a lone one in this working-day-world, with none to cheer thee, and none whom thou canst cheer? Wilt thou bend thy wearied steps to our lowly-thatched cottage, for we would share with thee this ebbing bowl, and send thee on thy way rejoicing? What! no answer? Like Glendower, have we called thee from the vasty deep, but no response has come? Thou mighty unknown, who art thou? wilt thou not speak?nager would have had the good sense to have procured. We have this week seen Miss Jarman in four of her O! for some kindly Meadowbank to withdraw the veil ! characters, Juliana, in the Honey Moon,-Jane Shore, Yet trust not to thy imagined security! We may pursue Ella Rosenberg, and Rosalind. This is quite a sufa phantom and follow a shade, but the time shall come ficient variety to fix our opinion of her talents. Her Juwhen thou shalt be discovered! Thou mayest enfold thy-liana is, from beginning to end, a chaste, spirited, and naself more closely in thy editorial mantle, but nothing will tural piece of acting. It is, moreover, the acting of a lady, and of one whose heart is in her profession; of one, too, who has judgment enough to understand her author for herself, without being drilled into him, or made to get him by rote like a parrot. She is the best Juliana we have Her Jane Shore, especially in the last act, was full of tragic power, and, though nothing can be more disgusting than this play altogether, and more particularly the catastrophe, where a young and beautiful woman is made to die upon the stage, of the vulgarest of all calamities, sheer starvation, Miss Jarman, neverthe less, redeemed her author by her delicate execution of the part, whilst several particulars of her acting, such as her mode of begging a morsel of bread from Alicia, and her sudden burst of agony on discovering her injured husband, stamped her at once to be a woman of genius. Ella Rosenberg is entirely a melo-dramatic part, and unworthy of Miss Jarman, though she, of course, did it all justice. Rosalind used to be considered Miss Foote's crack character-and perhaps it is; but it was never sus tained by that lady so ably as it was by Miss Jarman on Thursday evening. Having thus expressed so favourable

save thee! The very shoemaker, who, out of the common

leather fashioned thy spell-bound "Slippers," will rise up to testify against thee!

"Come what will, or come what may,

Time and the hour wear out the roughest day."

R. G.

That our personal identity should ever be discovered, as hinted towards the conclusion of the above letter, is As to the person the next thing to an impossibility. being known who had the honour of making our SLIPPERS in some moment of inspiration, this is an idle vaunt, for he has, many a long year ago, gone down into the grave. The answers we could give to many of the questions which our correspondent puts to us, would be of But these answers must not the most thrilling interest. be given. For the present the veil has been withdrawn long enough; and though, like the setting sun, we are able to say, nous reviendrons, yet, for several weeks to come, the only proof of our personal existence shall be, that splendid but unembodied emanation, the EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL, which shall burst upon the world

seen.

an opinion, both of the quality and the variety of Miss Jarman's abilities, we need only add, that her person, though considerably above the middle height, is light and elegant, and that her face is to us much more interesting than if it were simply beautiful, for it is full of animation and intelligence, her features admitting of a great diversity of expression. In short, we hesitate not to predict, that as soon as Miss Jarman comes to be a little better known as a permanent member of our company, no one will rank higher in the good graces of the Edinburgh public.

Of Mr Hooper we can scarcely yet speak with the same decision. He is an addition of some consequence, but he will never supply the place of Jones. He is a man apparently of middle life, and not quite so fresh and vigorous as he has been. He is a terrible imitator of Charles Kemble, and is in fact a kind of second-hand edition of that actor. He has an easy good-natured manner, however, which carries him through his parts pleasantly enough, and on the whole we rather like him. We leave ourselves at liberty to modify our opinion when we have seen more of him.-Miss Pincott, from the English Opera House, has a pretty face, and a modest manner. We think she will improve upon us.-Of Mrs Evans, formerly Miss Glover, we may say very nearly the same thing, with this addition, that we have heard her sing a song or two with considerable taste and feeling.

suits. The volunie will be richly bound in silk, and will contain upwards of 700 engravings.

contain upwards of thirty engravings on wood, spiritedly executed
by Thomas Landseer and Cruickshanks.

We have seen a specimen of the Zoological Keepsake, which is to
The work will comprise

much zoological information, and a number of amusing anecdotes.
The Musical Gem for 1830, dedicated to the Duchess of Kent, and
edited by W. Ball, will consist of choice and various lyrical composi-
tions, vocal and instrumental, from writers and professors of acknow-
ledged talent, including Weigl, Beethoven, Weber, Bochsa, Dunois,
Barnett, Walter Turnbull, Lady William Lennox, and Madame
Malibran Garcia.

for 1830, is nearly ready. It contains lists, with their names and adThe Literary Blue-Book, or Kalendar of Literature and the Arts, dresses, of eminent living Authors, Painters, Sculptors, Architects, Engravers, Musical Composers, Musical Performers, Teachers of Languages, and others.

The Wine-drinker's Manual, containing the history, manufacture, and management of Spanish, French, Rhenish, Italian, Madeira, Cape, and British Wines, and miscellaneous information, peculiarly

acceptable to the Bon Vivant.

We understand that a new periodical is about to be commenced in Dumfries, to be entitled the Literary Gleaner, or Cabinet of Amu

sing and Instructive Knowledge. A Number is to be published every month; and if the selections are made judiciously, cannot fail to be interesting.

The History of the Progress and Suppression of the Reformation in Spain, during the Sixteenth Century, by Thomas M'Crie, D.D., will be published on the 21st of this month.

On the same day will be published, Annals of the Peninsular Cam

vols. 12mo. Illustrated by 14 Plates.

The Boscobel Tracts, being Narratives relating to the Escape of Charles II. after the Battle of Worcester, with Notes, by the Editor, J. Hughes, Esq. A.M., illustrated with Engravings from original Drawings, will be published about Christmas.

The Greek Grammar of Dr Frederick Thiersh, translated from the German, with brief Remarks, by Professor Sandford, is nearly ready.

The Rev. Alexander Fleming, A.M. of Neilston, has made considerable progress in revising a new Edition of Pardovan's Collections concerning the Church of Scotland: in which will be incorporated the History, Jurisdiction, and Forms of the several Church Judicatories, together with the Civil Decisions relative to the Rights and Patrimony of the Established Church and her Clergy.

The company is now well strengthened, and all ought paigns, from 1808 to 1814, by the Author of Cyril Thornton. In 3 to go on smoothly; but we have still a few faults to find. We do not see any new scenery, although some of the woods, in particular, are falling to pieces. We hope that this is to be attributed to the delay of the painters, and not to the manager. The trees at present exhibited ought to be hissed off the stage, and then cut down for fuel; they are old, and yellow, and rotten, and spectral. Let us have five or six fresh scenes, in the name of heaven!-The supernumeraries are as ill-dressed, shabby-looking fellows as usual. It is not like Mr Murray's well-known habits of neatness to tolerate this. His guards for attending people to execution force the audience to laugh in the most pathetic places; and his servants in livery who come into the drawing-room to deliver letters, look like Irish pensioners on half-pay. "Oh reform it altogether!" It is fair to remark that, as if in contrast to these tag-rag-ly, and to be completed in twenty volumes quarto. Six editions of and-bobtail, we see an evident improvement in the fancy dresses of different members of the company, Pritchard and Montague Stanley taking the lead in this department. -We are not quite satisfied with the manner in which Hart is used. We think he is kept too much back. He is a greatly superior singer to Larkins. His voice, it may be said, though rich and mellow, wants compass; but this has yet to be proved; let him be tried. Why is the lieve, Trials Past By. corps de ballet that we had at the Caledonian Theatre not here? We humbly venture to suggest, that Vedi is a better dancer than Miss Fairbrother; and Mr Murray might surely have had her as soon as Seymour of GlasOld Cerberus.

gow.

LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

THE Memoirs and Correspondence of Thomas Jefferson, late President of the United States, are announced for immediate publication. The private papers of an individual so famed in American Annals, and so closely connected with our own country, cannot fail to excite much interest. The work is to be edited by Thomas Jefferson Randolph, and will contain letters from many of the most remarkable persons in Europe and America, among whom are Franklin, Washington, Adams, Madison, La Fayette, Paul Jones, Thomas Paine, &c.

Sir Edmund Temple announces for immediate publication, an account of his Travels in South America.

A Story of Actual Life, under some singular aspects, is about to be submitted to the curiosity of the general reader, in a work entitled Adventures of an Irish Gentleman.

The Young Lady's Book may be expected immediately. This work is not an Annual, and will be found to differ essentially from the whole class of literary gifts usually presented to young ladies, being a complete manual of elegant recreations, exercises, and pur

We understand that Professor Napier is to commence next March a new, improved, and cheap edition of the Encyclopædia Britannica. The price of each Part is to be six shillings, to be published month

this work have already appeared, together with a Supplement in six volumes, which was completed in 1824.

Mr Abernethy is about to publish the Lectures on the Theory and Practice of Surgery, which he has been accustomed to deliver at St Bartholomew's Hospital.

The Authors of Caleb Williams and of the O'Hara Tales, have each a new novel in preparation. The latter is to be called, we be

Mr W. Long Wellesley has nearly ready, a History of the Court of Chancery, its Abuses and Reforms.

The British Naturalist: or, an Account of the Appearances and Habits of the more remarkable Living Productions of Britain and the British Seas, is announced.

The Memoirs of Bolivar, including the Secret History of the Revolution, will speedily be published.

Random Records, from the pen of George Colman the younger, are in a forward state. This work embraces the recollections of a long life, characterized by intercourse with many distinguished public characters.

CHIT-CHAT FOR THE DILETTANTI.-The Magistrates, with a laudable wish that the burgess ticket of Mr Wilkie should not be altogether unworthy of the artist, entrusted the execution of it to Mr Forrester, lithographic-drawer, who has amply justified their confidence in him. The arrangement of the text deserves to be viewed as a work of art, and is certainly a fine specimen of line composition. Mr F. is well known as an accurate drawer of fac-similes, and we had lately occasion to notice the mastery over his art displayed in his lithographic engraving of a drawing from Macdonald's statues. We hope soon to see him turn his talents to account in some higher walk of art than he has yet attempted. By a letter lately received from Allan, we find he is now in Venice. We regret to add that he is still much afflicted with the weakness of his eyes.-The receipts of the Scottish Academy, during the whole period of their last exhibition, somewhat exceeded L.900. We hope this will impress upon them the propriety of sacrificing all minor and personal differences, and holding fast together. They have every prospect of being able, by their united ef

forts, to raise a fund, (without any sacrifice being made by a single individual among them,) which may be applied to the benefit both of art and artists. A separation now, besides destroying this prospect, will almost infallibly bring along with it, as matters stand, a discontinuance of exhibitions in this city, and that event cannot fail to draw after it a marked diminution in the interest which the Edinburgh public are beginning to take in the productions of art.-That valuable institution the Drawing Academy, founded and maintained by the Board of Trustees, for initiating our young artists into the principles of classical taste, opens again on the 16th instant. Lauder has been appointed to succeed Allan as drawing-master.-Steele, the young sculptor, whose busts, exhibited last spring, were esteemed indicative of talent, is at present studying in Rome. Our little band of Edinburgh artists, though rich in opening talent, is of such limited numbers, that we can watch with a personal interest over every one of them.

THE EDINBURGH UNIVERSITY.-The classes, with one or two exceptions, commenced yesterday. It is impossible to say as yet whether the attendance will be greater or less this session than it was last. The university commission, which we were preparing to rank with "the lost Pleiad seen no more below," has recently given signs of returning animation, by sending to press a certain brief report, with appendices. It is proposed, as an interim regulation, to do away with the junior Greek and Humanity classes. Some modification is also contemplated of the order of attendance upon the other classes. The Logic is to be postponed to the third year; the Moral and Natural Philosophy classes to be taken together in the fourth. We understand also that it is in contemplation to institute a Professorship of Modern Languages. As we have some remarks to offer on the subject, which is an important one, and shall devote one or more papers to its consideration, we shall remain silent at present.

UNPUBLISHED FRAGMENT BY ROBERT BURNS.-About sixteen years ago, there resided at Mauchline, a Mr Robert Morrison, cabinet-maker. He was a great crony of Burns, and it was in Mr Morrison's house that the poet usually spent the "mids o' the day" on Sunday. It was in this house also that he wrote his celebrated Address to a Haggis, after partaking liberally of that dish, as prepared by Mrs Morrison. There has lately been put into our hands, a detached verse, written by Burns, and presented by him to Mr or Mrs Morrison. It was much prized by them as a relic of the bard, and is certainly curious, as it seems to be a fragment of a poem which he never gave to the world, on the interesting subject of his Highland Mary. It is in a different measure from his only two compositions addressed to her, and therefore cannot have been meant as an addition either to " Ye banks and braes and streams around," or to the lines beginning, " O, Mary, dear departed shade!" The verse is as follows, and the reader may rely on its authenticity;

"No more by the banks of the streamlet we'll wander, And smile on the moon's dimpled face on the wave, No more shall my arms cling with fondness around her, For the dew-drops of morning fall cold on her grave!" CHIT-CHAT FROM GLASGOW.-We have had a row with the corps de ballet and the Manager, but it has been made up, and Vedi and the rest are dancing to us again. Braham-it was a spirited speculation to bring him here-has put us all in good humour, and drawn very crowded houses. Mr Turnbull, of Ayr, a promising musical composer, has engaged him to sing a night in Paisley, Kilmarnock, and Ayr.-Recitations are quite the rage here. A series of splendid ones, under very distinguished patronage, were given the other evening before 300 people; the receipts went towards defraying the expense of procuring medals, which are to be struck, in commemo. ration of the triumph of the citizens of Glasgow, in establishing their right to a path on the banks of the Clyde. Mr Mayne, whose genius you appear to think highly of, is about to give Readings, in which all the pieces are his own, and many of them are very beautiful. A GENUINE HO YES! NOT GIVEN BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD. Kenmore, (date uncertain).-A ane time ho yes! and a twa time ho yes! and a tree time ho yes! To a' them wha hae gotten the spoke (English), no persons at no time after nor pefore, will pu peats nor howk heather on my Lord Preatalappin's moss, or my Lordship to pe surely will prought them pefore her to be peheatet and syne hangt; and gin she'll come back, till pe waur done till her nor a' tat. EDINBURGH SOUTHERN ACADEMY.-This new Academy opened a short time ago in Buccleugh Place. It has a twofold object,-1st, To supply the Southern Districts with a substitute for the High School; and 2d, To present, under one roof, all the requisite branches of Elementary Education, whether classical or general. The Academy thus aspires to be the first Institution which offers to a parent his choice whether his children shall be trained with a view to a professional or to a mercantile life, or to both. If a classical education is required, instruction is given by the classical master in Greek, Latin, English Literature, and ancient Geography, to which is added writing and arithmetic. If a purely mercantile or general training be the object, the pupils have an opportunity of acquiring drawing, writing, book-keeping, arithmetic, geography, mathema

tics, natural philosophy, French, English literature, and English com
position. Many advantages certainly result from this plan of optional
education; and, from what we know of the talents of the teachers,
we do not doubt that the object aimed at will be successfully executed.
Theatrical Gossip.-" The Early Days of Shakspeare" has been
very successfully received at Covent Garden. Charles Kemble is
said to be a capital Shakspeare. Is there not something preposte
rous in introducing great poets on the stage,-men whose leading
characteristic, în contradistinction to the great warrior, is that they
did not act, but thought -The little piece called "No," which was
originally brought out here, has been received with applause at
Drury-Lane. We believe it is an adaptation from the French by
one of the Miss Siddons's.-Fanny Kemble's success continues undi-
minished. The receipts of the house are said to be at least L.600
every night she performs, yet she has never appeared in any part
but one. We fear this over-degree of enthusiasm may not last.-A
drama called, "The Rose of Ettrick," has been performed with
good approbation at the Adelphi. We wonder if it is by Lynch, who
once brought out a piece with a similar name here.-Alfred de Vig-
ny's translation of "Othello" has been eminently successful at the
Theatre Francais in Paris.-A new opera by Bishop, founded upon
a French piece, is in rehearsal at Covent Garden.-It is mentioned
that some of the unengaged performers have taken the West London
Theatre, and are about to open it. Among them are, Dowton, Vi
ning, Melrose, Mrs Waylett, Mrs Davison, Mrs H. Corri, and Miss
L. Jarman (who is she?)-Some of our performers venture upon
strange tricks in the country. Pritchard, Denham, and Mrs Nicol,
were starring it a few days ago in Bass's company in Dundee. In
"Guy Mannering," Pritchard undertook the part of Meg Merriles,
and in "Rob Roy" Denham played Bailie Nicol Jarvie !-We ob
serve the Weekly Journal of Wednesday last takes the merit of cor-
recting a mistake into which we were led regarding Braham's age:
this was somewhat unnecessary, seeing we had ourselves made the
correction on the Saturday previous.-We are glad to understand
that Miss Kemble is positively to visit us this season.-The reason,
we believe, why Jones did not accept of an engagement in London,
which, we are informed, was offered to him on very liberal terms, is
that he had made arrangements with his pupils here which rendered
it absolutely necessary that he should return to Edinburgh.-Miss
Paton makes her first appearance here these five years, this evening,
as Rosina, in the "Barber of Seville."

WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES.
Nov. 3.-Nov. 6.

TUES. The Honeymoon, & The Weathercock.
WED.
Jane Shore, William Thomson, & Ella Rosenberg.
THURS. As You Like It, & William Thomson.
FRI. Romeo and Juliet, & Charles XII.

TO OUR READERS.

It will be perceived that the present Number contains an additional half-sheet of literary matter. During the continuance of the publishing season we shall occasionally extend our space in a similar manner. We shall also give this year, as we did last, a CHRISTMAS NUMBER, which, from the contributions we can command for it, we are pretty confident, will be found worthy the best attention of those who take an interest in our labours. Our success increases daily, and we are determined to continue to deserve it.

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. MANY interesting articles still unavoidably stand over, among which is the review of Bishop Gleig's Pastoral Charge.

We have much pleasure in announcing that our next Number will contain an unpublished Letter of Robert Burns, with some interest. ing matter concerning him;-also some unpublished verses by the poet, Finlay.

The notices of remarkable Scottish criminals of the last century do not appear to us important enough to warrant publication; but wa daresay the author could furnish us with other traditionary notices which would be valuable.-The notice of Kitchener in our next."Rambles among the Hebrides" is under consideration.-The Edi tor of the Literary Gleaner shall hear from us.-"F. H." will find a letter from "Lorma" at our Publisher's, which, as he has waxed rather insolent, we advise him to read, and learn modesty.

We shall peruse with attention, and give an opinion on, the manuscript Poem of John Nevay of Forfar.-The Translations from the Cancionero General please us, and one or two of them shall have a place.-On second thoughts, the last communication from "S. S." of Glasgow does not appear to us quite so good as usual-The "Lines written on a visit to the Glen of Campsie," and the verses by "Alcinoe," though pretty, do not quite come up to our standard.

The musical composer of the name of Wess, mentioned in our last, is a celebrated flute-player, and also the inventor of a new spe cies of flute, as well as a voluminous composer.

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