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little sympathy was to be expected. With respect to the lamp of midnight, and behind doors, trebly locked and Edinburgh, it has no such excuse. Its conduct towards bolted. This worshipping of false gods was a mystery of America has from the first been characterised by a trim- the order, like the unlawful orgies said to have been celeming spirit. It has been afraid to say any thing in fa- brated in the inner conclave of the Templars. But now vour of America, lest it should be accused of republican their shame was in danger of being divulged by the indispropensities. In treating of her resources, her institu- cretion of a brother--the world was about to know that tions, her literary exertions, it has uniformly damned there were men of their number who cultivated literawith faint praise. We, having the good fortune not to ture. The hairs of every honest man's wig among them be suspicious characters--at all events, above the suspicion stood erect with horror, as if a stream of electric fluid of coquetting with democracy-dare to speak out,
were diffused around; every particle of powder seemed say, therefore, that in the present number of the Edin- vivified by a separate soul, and arose in thick clouds, like burgh Review, the writer of the article on Dr Channing's the men of Kent hastening to rally round the standard of sermons has sought most unjustly to depreciate the ta- Protestant ascendency; and like Homer's warriors in the lents of Cooper. Nor can we excuse him on the score of dark, or Milton's fallen spirits in the shades below, grim, incapacity, for his able appreciation of the merits of Chan- ghastly, and convulsed visages, held deep counsel how to ning shows what he can do when he pleases. He passes avert the impending fate. It was resolved that each true over the poets of America in silence, although many of brother of the order should purchase as many copies as them (Percival and Bryant in particular) are equal to his finances admitted of; a petition was presented to the not a few of the British bards lauded in the pages of the well-employed barristers for a subsidy, seeing that “ by Edinburgh. Whilst upon the subject of America, we may this craft they too had their living ;” and the gentlemen of remark, that the Quarterly has a very amiable article on the Temple were heard to mutter, that if the profession the poetical remains of a Miss Davidson, of Plattsburgh, weathered this storm, they would instantly renew their on Lake Champlain, which, to our notions however, proposal for admitting none to the bar who did not posa would have been more in place in one of our juvenile sess an independent fortune, for among such persons there Annuals.
was less danger of finding literary men, and a better proIn addition to these matters, the Quarterly contains spect of raising funds for a struggle like the present. The respectable articles on Systems in Natural History—the first impression was bought up before it reached the pubLife and Services of Captain Beaver—and Tytler's His-lic eye; a second suffered the same fate; a third was distory of Scotland. The Edinburgh contains a just and patched to Scotland, which has been engrossed in like delicate appreciation of the merits of Mrs Hemans—the manner. We learn, however, that the persevering spirit conclusion of which is, however, unworthy of the begin- of Mr Colburn has not yet given up the contest ; that he ning, and particularly namby-pamby. The articles on is preparing a fourth and larger impression, to the castthe Life of Locke, the Memoirs of Lady Fanshawe, ing off of which all the steam-presses of all the London and Burckhardt's Travels, are instructive and interesting. Journals have lent their aid, generously postponing their The review, also, of Cousin's Cours de Philosophie own interests to the great cause of literature. Two stray evinces the hand of a master. The review of Auldjo's copies have reached France and America, and are being ascent of Mont Blanc is written by an old woman, and reprinted in the one country, and translated in the other ; that of Flaxman's Lectures on Sculpture by one who so affairs wear at present rather a promising aspect. knows nothing of the subject. The notice of Niebuhr's We have, by great exertions, succeeded in procuring a edition of the Byzantine Historians is got up on the very copy of the work complete, except that it wants the fint original principle of reading the prefaces, and turning chapter of the first story, and the fourteenth of the seover the leaves on chance for an occasional extract. The cond; and, after perusing it attentively, we feel inclined article on the History and Present State of Chemical Sci- to exhort the “Brietless Barristers" to desist from a strugence is worthy of attention.
gle, in which it is evident to every unconcerned bystander that they must ultimately be routed. They have really
no interest to continue it; for it is evident that the title Tales of a Briefless Barrister. In three volumes 8vo.
“ Briefless Barrister" is merely assumed; for any one Pp. 306, 309, and 300. London. Henry Colburn who has read these tales must allow that the author canand Richard Bentley. 1830.
not possibly belong to that body. He is a man of taste A MELANCHOLY interest attaches to this work. There and talent, neither professionally pedantic, nor soured by exists in this island, as well as on the continents of Europe the world's neglect. He seems to have taken a name so and America, a numerous and ill-starred class, known by unsuited to his character, in such a frolicsome spirit, as different names in different countries, but among us by has sometimes led men to veil a warm and morbidly senthe appellation of “ briefless barristers.” They are learn- sitive heart under an exterior of misanthropy: ed, for most of them wear wigs; they are independent, The tales are two in number,—“ Second thoughts are for all of them, alas ! serve their country, in its courts of best,” and “ New Neighbours.” They are throughout justice, without fee or reward ; they are obliging, for, in-characterised by good taste and proper feeling. They do stead of superciliously waiting till consulted like their not aspire to any thing great, but are told in a playful haughtier and better-employed brethren, they have been manner; from which, however, it is evident that they known to offer their advice (obtrude, is the expression are the elegant trilling of a strong mind. We heartily used by the rude rabble) before it was called for; yet recommend them to our readers. must all their good qualities wither unemployed, like “the fat weed that roots itself on Lethe's wharf,” or like flowers wasting “ their sweetness on the desert air."
The Comic Annual. By Thomas Hood, Esq. Londen. The sensation excited among these people, by the an- Hurst, Chance, and co. 1830. 12mo. Pp. 174. nouncement that one of their number intended to appear before the world as the author of a light and frivolous We gave our readers two characteristic extracts from publication, is inconceivable. The great secret of their this Annual last week. We shall now give them one or profession, that upon which their whole success in life two more. It is needless to discuss its contents criticalls. depends, is to induce men of business to believe that they It contains thirty-seven distinct contributions, either in know of nothing, and care for nothing, beyond the walls
verse or prose, and each of them is quelque chose pour of the court, and the matters therein discussed. Some of There are, besides, nearly a hundred caricatures, all of them have been more than suspected of an heretical lean- them clever, and some particularly amusing. Among the ing
to the worship of the Muses, but their adorations have literary materials, perhaps the cleverest is entitled": ever been performed stealthily and in secret ; by the lone Storm at Hastings, and the Little Unknown;" but as its
length prevents us from extracting it, we shall give, in
“ Four o'clock strikes. The company are all but gone, stead, a jeu-d'esprit not less ainusing, called
and the musicians put up' with their absence. A few
figures, however, remain that have never been danced, THE ANGLER'S FAREWELL.
and the hostess, who is all urbanity and turbanity, kindly " Resign'd, I kiss the rod."
hopes that they will stand up for one set more.' The six
figures jump at the offer; they' wake the harp,' get the fid“ Well, I think it is time to put up!
dlers into a fresh scrape, and the Lancers' are put through For it does not accord with my notions,
their exercise. This may be called the dance of death, for Wrist, elbow, and chine,
it ends every thing. The band is disbanded, and the ball Stiff from throwing the line,
takes the form of a family circle. It is long past the time To take nothing at last by my motions!
when "churchyards yawn,' but the mouth of mamma opens
to a bore that gives hopes of the Thames Tunnel. Papa, “ I ground-bait my way as I go,
to whom the ball has been any thing but a force-meat one, And dip in at each watery dimple,
seizes eagerly upon the first eatables he can catch, and with But however I wish
his mouth open, and his eyes shut, declares, in the spirit of To inveigle the fish,
an. Examiner' into such things, that a' Party is the madTo my gentle they will not play simple !
ness of many for the gain of a few.' The son, heartily tired
of a suit of broad-cloth cut narrow, assents to the proposi“ Though my float goes so swiminingly on,
tion, and having no further use for his curled head, lays it My bad luck never seems to diminish;
quietly on the shelf. The daughter droops; art has had It would seem that the bream
her Almack's, and nature establishes a Free and Easy. Must be scarce in the stream,
Grace throws herself skow-wow any-how on an ottoman, And the chub, though it's chubby, be thinnish ! and Good-breeding crosses her legs. Roses begin to relax,
and curls to unbend themselves; the very candles seem re“ Not a trout there can be in the place,
leased from the restraints of gentility; and getting low, some Not a grayling nor rud worth the mention;'
begin to smoke, while others indulge in a gutter. Muscles And although at my hook
and sinews feel equally let loose, and by way of a joke, the With attention I look,
cramp ties a double knot in Clarinda's calf. I can ne'er see my hook with a tench on!
“ Clarinda screams. To this appeal the maternal heart
is more awake than the maternal eyes, and the maternal “ At a brandling once gudgeon would gape;
hand begins hastily to bestow its friction, not on the leg of But they seem upon different terms now;
suffering, but on the leg of the sofa. In the meantime, Have they taken advice
paternal hunger gets satisfied. He eats slower and sleeps of the Council of Nice,'
faster, subsiding, like a gorged Boa Constrictor, into torpidAnd rejected their • Diet of Worms,' now?
ity; and in this state, grasping an extinguished candle, he
lights himself up to bed. Člarinda follows, stumbling “ In vain my live-minnow I spin,
through her steps in a doze-à-doze; the brother is next, and Not a pike seems to think it worth snatching ; mamma, having seen with half an eye that all is safe, winds For the gut I have brought,
up the procession. I had better have bought
" Every ball, however, has its rebound, and so has this A good rope, that was used to Jack-catching !
in their dreams :-with the mother who has a daughter as
a golden ball; with the daughter who has a lover as an eye“ Not a nibble has ruffled my cork,
ball; with the son who has a rival as a pistol-ball; but It is vain in this river to search then;
with the father, who has no dreams at all, as nothing but I may wait till it's night
the blacking-ball of oblivion !"
We conclude with the concluding article, which is an
ODE TO ST SWITHIN.
"The rain it raineth every day.”
« The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And I fear it is not
On ev'ry window-frame hang beaded damps, • Carpe diem,' a-day for the carp now!
Like rows of small illumination lampe,
To celebrate the jubilee of Showers !
A constant sprinkle patters from all leaves,
The very Dryads are not dry, but soppers,
And from the houses' eaves
“ The hundred clerks that live along the street, " For an eеl I have learn'd how to try,
Bondsmen to mercantile and city schemers,
With squashing, sloshing, and galloshing feet,
Go paddling, paddling, through the wet like streamers,
Each hurrying to earn the daily stipend-
Umbrellas pass of every shade of green,
And now and then a crimson one is seen,
Like an umbrella ripen'd.
“ Over the way a waggon
Stands with six smoking horses, shrinking, blinking, What it is, without fish, to be fasting!
While in the George and Dragon
The man is keeping himself dry-and drinking ! « And the rain drizzles down very fast,
The butcher's boy skulks underneath his tray, While my dinner-time sounds from a far bell;
Hats shine--shoes don't-and down drop collars ;
And one blue parasol cries all the way
To school, in company with four small scholars !
To this we shall add a prose sketch, " which hath a “ Unhappy is the man to-day, who rides, inoral in't :"
Making his journey sloppier, not shorter;
Aye, there they go, a dozen of outsides,
Performing on a stage with real water !'
The only real willing out-of-doorer, mouth ; or rather, like that greatest of balls, the great globe
And says, or seems to say, itself,' is dissolved, with all that it inherits,
• Well, I am poor enough—but here's a pourer!"
" The scene in water-colours thus I paint,
drivel than that which is contained in this volume. The Is your own festival, you Sloppy Saint!
author appears to be a good, weak man, without the slightMother of all the Family of Rainers !
est knowledge of the world, or any qualifications whatSaint of the Soakers ! Making all people croakers,
ever to entitle him to put his opinions in print. He may Like frogs in swampy marshes, and complainers !
be respected as a very worthy person in his native town; And why you mizzle forty days together,
but when he “glanced" at London, Brussels, and Paris, Giving the earth your water-soup to sup,
he was altogether out of his element. A specimen or two I marvel-Why such wet, mysterious weather! of his style will at once prove the justice of our criticism, I wish you'd clear it up!
and amuse our readers.
After travelling “ inside" as far as Birmingham, and “A Queen you are, raining in your own right, Yet oh! how little flatter'd by report!
meeting with a religious lady "of a pleasing appearance," Even by those that seek the court,
who carried a Bible with her, talked “ with regard to the Pelted with every term of spleen and spite.
import of the Millennial prophecies," and " turned up the Folks rail and swear at you in every place;
20th chapter of Revelations, and stated her views with They say you are a creature of no bowel;
precision,” and after also favouring us with a hymu by the They say you're always wasbing Nature's face, Rev. Cæsar Malan, our author proceeds in very eloquent And that you then supply her With nothing drier,
terms as follows:--" The accommodations of public tra
velling from Birmingham to London are, I presume, the Than some old wringing cloud by way of towel ! The whole town wants you duckd, just as you duck it, best in Europe. The horses are like those elsewhere They wish you on your own mud porridge supper'd, used in the equipages of the gentry ; they parc the ground; They hope that you may kick your own big bucket, and when the ostler, at a signal, lets go the curbs of the Or in your water-butt go souse ! heels up'ard ! leaders, and withdraws from their front, the whole fourThey are, in short, so weary of your drizzle,
in-hand bound off like so many greyhounds. From the They'd spill the water in your veins to stop it
shortness of the stages, the concern is enabled to do ten Be warn'd! You are too partial to a mizzle Pray drop it !"
and twelve miles an hour ;-a most extraordinary speed
to be kept up for hundreds of miles. But every thing is Mr Hood has had little assistance in this Annual. sacrificed to dispatch ; and I hüzard the opinion, that other Horatio Smith, a Mr Edward Herbert, and Miss Isabel ten minutes might he added to the twenty minules' breekjast." Hill, are his only contributors. Of Mr Hood's peculiar A fine practical suggestion ! and worthy the attention of species of humour, we intend taking an early opportunity Sir Francis Freeling. But our “ Provincial Scotsman" of speaking at greater length.
at length arrives in London, and when there, he waits upon an old benevolent lady;"—he likewise sees a gig
upset, and “ moralizes upon the peculiar fatality of gigs Plante Asiaticæ Rariores; or, Descriptions and Figures
and why danger should attach, in a particular manner,
to that species of vehicle ;"—he likewise has the courage of a select Number of Unpublished East Indian Plants. By M. Wallich, M. and Ph. D., Superintendent of
to visit the police-office in Bow Street; but he tells us
“ I felt at first chary of trusting myself within the prethe Hon. East India Company's Botanic Garden at
cincts of this redoubtable compter ; although innocence is Calcutta.
Folio. Published by Treuttel and there very safe indeed, and I daresay easily detected and Wurtz, Treuttel, jun. and Richter, London. 1829.
discriminated from guilt." Poor innocent creature! For This splendid work promises to supply a desideratum the fate of London, however, in the aggregate, he is deepin the science of Botany. The Flora of our East Indian ly apprehensive.--" It does not seem want of charity," dominions is rich in plants, very imperfectly known to quoth he, “ to be deeply apprehensive for the fate of this the European botanist, and important, in an economical great city in the day of final doom, in such a way as the as well as a merely scientific point of view.
contemplation thereof might affect the understanding with of Dr Wallich is honourably known to botanists, and the uncontrollable sadness, and the heart with bitter weeping. materials for his present work have been accumulated in the • O that they were wise, that they understood this, that course of a twenty years' residence in India, during thirteen they would consider their latter end !"" He of course of which he has been attached to the Botanic Garden at gets out of London as soon as possible, having just Calcutta, and liberally supported by the East India Com- “ glanced” at the old benevolent lady, and the gig, and pany, in the charge of that Institution, and also in various | the police-office. He arrives at Dover, where he saw a journeys in Hindostan, Nipal, the Straits of Malacca, and very extraordinary sight:4" When walking about the the Birmah countries. The work is to consist of three quays of Dover, and searching for something French, I volumes, and will be published in twelve numbers, each perceived some men in a steam-packet, who, from their containing twenty-five engravings, with letter-press. The language, were Gauls (!) but, somewhat contrary to my drawings have been executed by native artists, under the Scotch expectations, were sturdy, alert, respectable people
, direction of the author. The lithography of the work having no monkey looks about them (!) some with fair and has been elegantly and accurately executed, and the colour- reddish hair, and not at all like Jews" (!) This was truly ing (which is done with the hand) is extremely rich. The wonderful; but our provincial friend having got on board accompanying descriptions are clear and satisfactory. We next morning, was determined to dive farther into the heart understand that the author, who is at present in this of the mystery; so, summoning up all his courage, he “ putcountry, will remain until his work is completed. The licly commenced speaking in the French language, having publication of the ferns of India has been undertaken by met a modest Swiss gentleman on whose patience I trespasour two distinguished cryptogamic botanists, Drs Hooker ed for this purpose.” Unfortunately, however, there was a and Greville. The work now before us is dedicated to swell on the sea, “ which caused a titillation in his breast the East India Company, who, besides encouraging and every lee-lurch that the vessel made,”and, after “ a state of supporting the author in his researches, have come for- incipient squeamishness," he made a “rush to the side of ward with readiness and liberality to aid him in the pub- the vessel.” In this terrible extremity, what heart does lication,
not bleed for the “ Provincial Scotsman ?" It is delight
ful to know, nevertheless, that he arrived safely in Calais, A Glance at London, Brussels, and Paris. By a Pro- and being “ recruited so far as to be satisfied that it was vincial Scotsman. Edinburgh, Oliver and Boyd.
an undoubted fact he was in France,” he went to the 8vo. Pp. 283. 1829.
market-place, where he states an important fact :-“ My
first purchase in this foreign realm was sometking like We thank our stars that we have not often read smaller ginger-bread, from an old woman's stall ; but it contained
no ginger; therefore, I bestowed it upon a black-eyed | England; there is, therefore, a larger demand throughout
Our traveller met with half-a-dozen knife- ments and Allegations which have been offered to Par-
" Why then, blow wind, swell billow, and swim bark !
The storm is up, and all is on the hazard." in the IRON-TRADE to do so." How deep the knowledge which is shown by the exercise of this wise precaution! The success which has attended Mr Buckingham's We have, however, still more to learn concerning these itinerant lectures was owing, in part no doubt, to the knife-grinders :-“ One of these smutty-bearded gentry agreeable and graphic manner in which he imparted to touched the finger of another with a small hot wheel,
his auditors a knowledge of the countries he described ; who, in exchange, spit in his ear; the whole laughed, but more to a widely-diffused and maturing wish throughand there was no more ado. I record this extraordinary out the country, to enquire into the policy of our Indian fact, as it was the only practical joke I saw played off in
government. This speculative question excited a degree France; and, after much watching of the conduct of shoe- of almost morbid interest. Mr Buckingham did not raise blacks, cabriolet-drivers, watermen, coalmen, jugglers, and the storm, he was merely one of its earliest indications. tonseurs of cats and dogs on the streets of Paris, I am He was not the breath which stirred up the waves, he was bound to declare, that I never afterwards witnessed such merely a bubble dancing on their crests, and so first ata breach of politeness as this needy but jocular knife- tracting the eye of the mariner. Mr Buckingham is a grinder was guilty of.”
man of quick and accurate conception, and has a pleasing Our readers, we daresay, now begin to understand the
manner of communicating his thoughts, but he has not “ Provincial Scotsman” pretty well. We shall just fol- strength or reach of mind to govern or reform a state. low him for a moment to Paris, and then leave him to Above all, in as far as regards India, he is deficient in himself for ever. With the general profligacy of the that which chiefly recommends him to our attention when French metropolis, he was of course no less shocked than he speaks of other Eastern countries--he has not an exhe had been in London. “In surveying,” says he, "for tensive personal acquaintance with it. His stay there the first time, a population of thirty millions, it is a fear- was short ; his visits extended to but a small portion of ful judgment that charity herself is driven to form, that it ; his knowledge concerning it rests like our own-chiefonly a few, a very few, shall be saved from such a sum of ly upon hearsay. In what regards the main question at destruction; the awful majority choosing deliberately to issue, he stands on a footing of equality with his less traperish, and pass their long eternity far from the smiles of velled fellow-countrymen. Still he has become, in some the countenance of the Eternal.” Not less decided, and degree, the organ of the party attached to innovations; still more original, are our author's opinions on play- and it is through him that we are to expect to receive their acting :-" The accompaniments of play-acting are truly pleadings and statements of fact. This we have hitherto dreadful; it is an attendance on a diversion, in common done through the channel of his Oriental Herald, the conwith those of both sexes, who are avowedly abandoned to cluding number of which was published on the first of the brutal uttermost of moral pollution. I have sometimes the present month. The work is henceforth to be pubhad an Utopian idea, that the theatre could not only be lished under the title of the Oriental Quarterly Review. purged, but made the frequent source of much advantage Except in so far as it may be improved by the increased to mankind. Suppose a conversion scene, deeply depict-experience of the editor, it is to continue in other respects ed, (!) awfully developed, making impressions on the au- essentially unaltered. It must be an interesting work, dience, similar to the religious awakenings at Cambuslang as that to which we are to look for the expression of the and other places ; at the midnight hour, the horrible dis- feelings of a large and important party in the India questress of an alarmed conscience, lighted up and represented tion, and also on account of much curious matter respectwith scenic strength ; the audience lost in reverential fear ; ing the East in general. the fatal symptoms increase-agony becomes despair, and Our government has as yet refrained from uttering any the subject insupportable: perhaps this might not be an opinion in this matter. The India Company, if it has unfavourable moment for the still small voice of the Gos- taken any steps in self-defence, has taken them in sepel to speak forth in terms of deep and boundless affection, cret. Its unofficial partisans are, however, beginning to making its way to hearts already appalled, and, it may be, bestir themselves; and, to judge by the pamphlet we have melted, by the dreadful apparition of an offended law of quoted above, they seem inclined to take pretty high ground. God. Thus have I dreamt.” Dreamt indeed! Ima- We do not feel ourselves called upon to give a decided gine Kean or Charles Kemble in the agonies of a conver- opinion on the question ; but we think many of the reasion! But notwithstanding bis detestation of the regular sonings contained in the brochure before us, grounded as drama, our “provincial ” acquaintance ventured to the they are on important statistical documents, are worthy Opera once or twice. “ Nevertheless, during the super- of attention. As yet only the advocates of innovation lative happiness I enjoyed, the occasional wantonness of have been heard, and they have done what in them lay, the dancing came across my conscience, and the question to stir the nation up to action upon partial averments. occurred - What hast thou to do here?" Poor man! We do not take any part in the politics of the day; but After residing some time in Paris, he supplies us with we think the relations of this country to India a problem the following truly philosophical information :—“It may be of sufficient importance in political science to justify our proper to possess my reader, from time to time, with those discussing it apart from party considerations, and we inphenomena of French society which opened gradually to tend to revert to it ere long. my view. About this time, I began to perceive how much more life is devoted to light amusement here than in
Waverley Novels. New Edition. Vol. VII. Rob Roy. Manual of the Weather for the Year 1830; including a Edinburgh. Cadell & Co.
Brief Account of the Cycles of the Winds and Weather, The attractions to this volume are a long Introduction, and of the Circle of the Prices of Wheat. By George which extends to 135 pages, and contains many interesting Mackenzie. Edinburgh. William Blackwood. 1829. particulars concerning Rob Roy and his times,-a frontis. piece by Kidd, representing the scene in the Tollwooth considerable pretensions, but when we come to examine
We do not exactly understand this book. It is one of of Glasgow, on which we cannot bestow inuch praise, it, we do not find that it tells us much more than any of and a vignette by Chalon, elegant and characteristic. We may mention two reminiscences concerning Rob Roy, tific knowledge we entertain a respect, but there is no
the Aberdeen Almanacks. For Mr Mackenzie's scienwhich we have heard from an old lady, and which are curious. She remembered seeing the vehicle, which car- insignificant alloy of commonplace in his present volume. ried off the body of Roy after his execution, driven out of Edinburgh at a very rapid rate, as it was said that the quick motion might possibly restore animation. She MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. had also visited the mother of Jeannie Kay at Edinbelly, and had been shown the “steds of Jeannie's nails, which she left on the wooden door cheeks,” so determined was she to to remain, if the Roys had permitted her.
MORE INFORMATION CONCERNING ROBERT
BURNS—THE NEW PORTRAIT, &c. Ewing's New General Atlas ; containing distinct Maps of Since the publication of the article on Robert Burns,
all the Principal States and Kingdoms throughout the which appeared in the LITERARY Journal a fortnight World; in which the most recent Geographical Disco- ago, two letters have reached us, both of which we converies are accurately Delineated. Edinburgh. Oliver sider highly interesting, and well entitled to be laid be and Boyd. 4to.
fore our readers. The first is from the Ettrick Shepherd, This is a new edition of the best School Atlas with and contains some curious reminiscences regarding Vr wilich we are acquainted. The maps (27 in number) | Taylor's portrait of the poet. It is addressed to Messts have been re-engraved by those clever artists--the Messrs | Constable and Co., and is as follows: Menzies' of Edinburgh ; and, so far as we have had an
“ Mount Benger, November 27, 1829. opportunity of judging, both for external embellishment
“ Gentlemen,- Observing that I am mentioned in and internal accuracy, it will not be easy to surpass the Literary Journal) as having some reminiscence about them.
the late Mr Taylor's picture of Burns, I deem it incum
bent on me to state all that I recollect about it, which A System of Geography, for the use of Schools and Pri- certainly is of some avail, should there be any doubts
rate Stulents. By Thomas Ewing. 12th Edition. | about the originality of the portrait. Carefully revised and corrected. Edinburgh. Oliver “ On the 26th of January, 1812, I was sent for to Mr and Boyd. 1829. 8vo. Pp. 312.
Gray's house, at St Leonard's, where I found him and The best possible proof of this book being a good book Mr Ainslie, Mr Gilbert Burns, a Mr Smith, and several is, that it has come to a twelfth edition. Mr Ewing is others, all busy consulting how best to get a sight of an an active and able teacher, and all his works are excel original portrait of Burns, said to be then in Edinburgh. lently adapted for public schools and private seminaries.
I laughed at the conceit, believing it to be a hoax, and some fair copy from Nasmyth’s; not thinking it possible
that a portrait of our great lyrical Bard could have so long Health without Physic; or, Cordials for Youth, Manhood, been concealed, after every thing relating to him had
and Old Age Including Maxims, moral and facetious, been ransacked to the foundation. Mr Gray, however, for the prevention of Disease, and the attainment of a had learned the whole history of the thing, and reassured long and vigorous Life. ' By an Old Physician. Lon- us of the truth of it, but at the same time added, that the
Effingham Wilson. 1830. 8vo. Pp. 271. widow-lady to whom it belonged had, of late years, reThis is a book which may be taken like some old lady's fused even to show it to any person, and that the only prescriptions—if it does no good, it will do no harm. It possible way of attaining our purpose, was to make is not very profound or new; but it is amusing and chit interest with Miss Dudgeon, a young lady, a relation, chatty, Health without physic is certainly infinitely to who lived with Mrs Taylor. Mr Gray had already been be preferred to physic without health, and the one is con
off in search of Miss Dudgeon, but had missed her; be, monly absent if the other is present. We only wish that however, learned that she was to be at such a house at the “ Old Physician” had not proved himself occasionally such a time that day. I having met Miss Dudgeon to be rather too old.
His advice is often good, but his several times in company with Mrs Izett and the late Mrs “maxims" are pretty frequently truisms.
Brunton, went along with Gray, and we found the lady.
At first she said it was vain ever to ask it; but when we The Pleasures of Anarchy, a Dramatic Poem, first pub- said that altered the case materially; for such was Mrs
mentioned the name of Mr Gilbert Burns, Miss Dudgeon lished upon the Jubilee in 1809 ; next “ intended for the Taylor's veneration for the memory of the Bard, that the reflection of Youth” in 1815; and now as a warning to the Nursery. With Preface, Notes, and Appendix. By tion, and she desired us to come at two, and she would
very curiosity to see his brother would insure our recepthe Rev. T. Newnham, mercer-citizen of London. insure us a sight of the picture. London. Printed for the Author. 1829. 8vo. Pp.
“ We accordingly went at the hour, and who the gen213.
tlemen were beside those mentioned I cannot recollect, but The author of this work, in appealing to our judgment I know there were either six or seven of Burns's personal from that of the London Literary Gazette
, favours us with acquaintances. I think Mr John Morrison was oue. the decision of that critic, which is in these words :- And in a little neat house, up one stair in West Register “ This volume enjoys the distinction of being the greatest Street, there we found our cicerone and Mrs Taylor, a and most unqualified nonsense we ever read.” Having decent widow-lady, past middle life. She was retiring carefully revised the award of the inferior court, we find and diffident in her manner, and spoke but little. The ourselves reluctantly obliged to confirm it, and decern first thing she did was to ask, who of us was the bro accordingly,
ther of Burns ?' Mr Gray bade her find that out; and