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although the room was small and rather crowded, she tocracy of a former generation. Mr Lockhart's Life is soon fixed on Gilbert Burns, and laying her hand on his certainly a valuable addition to our literature. It is writarm, and looking in his face, said, ' Is this no him?' She ten in an excellent tone and temper, and, added to its was rather proud of having made the discovery so soon; stores of information, with such an honest desire to do and when Mr Gray asked by what features she knew justice to the Poet, and to set down nought in malice, him, she replied, "She would soon show him that;' and that we can scarcely wonder at its rising into such genetaking a key out of a private drawer, she opened an upper ral popularity. The ad litions made to his third edition leaf of a clothes-press; from that she took a little box, will extend the reputation of the work, and I have no and from that she took a portrait of Burns, carefully doubt but he will speedily be called upon for a fourth. rolled up in silver paper. It was kit-kat size, half-Let them stretch to the crack of doom !'-accompanying length, with buckskin breeches, blue coat, and broad high- the noble labours of Currie, and those strains which will crowned hat. Mr Gray at first sight exclaimed,' Glo- survive, rious! Glorious ! Burns every inch! Every feature !

• While rivers row and woods are green.' Mrs Taylor, that is quite a treasure.' Mr Ainslie made some remarks about the mouth. Mr Gilbert Burns said, “ As I anticipate your hearty “ Amen' to this prayer, . It is particularly like Robert in the form and air; with let us pass, for a few brief moments, to humbler matters. regard to venial faults, I care not.' These were his first Mr Lockhart has chronicled the Poet's love of scribbling words, or very near them. He looked long and fondly on glass with a diamond, a fatal present from a lady. It at it, and listened with earnest attention to Mrs Taylor's cannot be said that Burns trusted his fame to the brittle relation of its execution. She said, “Mr Burns and tenure of glass, but lie was certainly fond of extending it Peter had been in a large party over night, and that in this way. I well remember, among the dies notandi Burns, of his own accord, had attached himself very of former years, having lingered by the Poet's house at much to her husband, for he never wantit the good heart Elisland, tracing these wayward scrawls on a window and the good humour, poor fellow!' That on parting, that faces the river'. His own and wife's initials are Peter invited the Poet to breakfast the next day. He written in many a tond and fanciful shape, and the folcame, and that very day the portrait was begun after lowing line occupies a conspicuous place on one of the breakfast; Burns having sat an hour to the artist. He panes : came a second day to breakfast, and sat an hour; and a • An honest Woman's the noblest work of God.' third day, which being the last day Burns had to spare, One of the best and most characteristic of these scraps I he had to sit rather long, and Mr Taylor caused her (Mrs have never seen printed. Burns was sitting one even.

Taylor) to come in, and chat with the Poet.? She related ing with his kind and steady friend Mr Syme, and to Mr Gilbert Burns a number of his brother's sayings at these interviews, but they were about people I did not king up a tumbler, wrote on it the following verse :

was pressed to drink. He seemed to hesitate, and, taknow, and have forgot them. They were of no avail. * All that I can say of the portrait is, that though I

• There's death in the cup, sae beware,thought it hardly so finished a picture as Nasmyth's, I

Nay, mair, there is danger in touching ; could see a family likeness in it wbich I could not discern

But wha can avoid the fell spare, in the other. I had been accustomed to see old Mrs

The man an.' his wean's sae bewitching ! Burns in Closeburn church, every Sabbath-day, for years, This is a warm, yet delicate, compliment. The tumbler also a sister of the Bard's, who was married there, and

was many years in the possession of the late Mr Brown, Gilbert Burns was present. Taylor's picture had a

Stamp-Office, Durifries. family likeness to them all. To the youngest sister it

“ The discovery of the portrait of the poet by Mr Tayhad a particular likeness. It is as like one of Gilbert lor is a valuable relic. In the following note, which was Burns's sons, and very like Gilbert himself in the upper lately shown me by a lady who prizes it highly, Miss part of the face. I took a long and scrutinizing look of Young of Maryhill, Morayshire, Burns alludes to a mi. Gilbert and the picture. It is curious that I could not

niature which I have never seen noticed : help associating Wordsworth in the family likeness with the two brothers. Gilbert was very like hiin, fully as

Mauchline, 23d June, 1788. like as to Robert ; but, to use a bad Iricism, had the one " This letter, my dear sir, is only a business scrap. Mr been his father, and the other his mother, he would have Miers, profile painter in your town, has executed a profile been deemed very like them both. The impression of of Dr Blacklock fo: me: do me the favour to call for it, the whole party was, in a general sense, that Mr Taylor's and sit to him yourself for me, which put in the same picture was a free, bold, and striking likeness of Burns. size as the Doctor'. The amount of both profiles will Mrs Taylor would never let it out of her own hand, but be fifteen shillings, which I have given to James Connel, she let us look at it as long as we liked, and Mr Gilbert our Mauchline carrier, to pay you when you give him Burns testified himself particularly gratified. As I state the parcel. You must not, iny friend, refuse to sit. The nothing but simple facts, you are at liberty to give publi- time is short : when I sat to Mr Miers, I am sure he city to any part of this letter you choose; and I remain, did not exceed two minutes. I propose hanging Lord dear sirs, yours most truly,

Glencairn, the Doctor, and you, in trio, over my new “ JANEs Hogg.” chimney-piece that is to be ! Adieu.

• Robr. Burns. * The other communication we have received is from the pen of Mr Robert Carruthers, the able editor of the " To Mr Robt. Ainslie, at Mr Mitchelson's, I

} Inverness Courier, whose information, upon a variety of

Carrubber's Close, Edinburgh.' literary subjects, is at once accurate and extensive :

“ To Mr Lockhart's 'Anecdotes, perhaps you will

think the following worthy of being added. It is perTO THE EDITOR OF THE EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL.

fectly unexceptionable on the score of morals :- Burns, it " Mr Editor, The article in your last Number, on will be recollected, was struck with the first burst of the the Unpublished Remains of Burns, will be read with French Revolution, and, in common with many of our deep interest both at home and abroad on the banks of cautious yet ardent countrymen, regarded it as the comthe Ganges and Mississippi, as well as on the Tweed and the Tay. The pious care which has of late years been

* The profile of himself, alluded to in the above letter by Burns, extended to the fame of the poet, speaks well for the na- must have been one of those traced by a machine, and could be of tional taste and feeling, and atones, in some measure, for little or no value. We have seen a miniature painting of Burns,

which belonged to Mrs Dunlop of Dunlop, but it is indifferently exthat cruel and heartless conduct which marked the aris-ecuted, and bears no character.-Ed. Lit. Jour.

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mencement of a new era of universal freedom and happi- haps, into evil practices, and sharply assailed by evil

The conduct of the (tallic regenerators, however, tongues, had not weaned from him the attachment of his speedily convinced the Poet on his mistake, and as an evi- most fond and faithful friends. The letters of Mrr Dundence of his returning loyalty, he enrolled himself a mem- lop and Mrs Riddell, with those of numerous other corber of a corps of volunteers then raised in Dumfries. respondents at this period, remain lasting monuments 19 Previous to one of the public meetings of this body_ his honour; and I could naine some high-born ladies, of regular field-day, which was to terminate in a grand din- irreproachable purity of character, who, on the day after ner-it was hinted to the Bard, that something would be his interment, moistened with their tears the premature expected from himn in the shape of a song or speech—some grave of a man, whose memory will always be dear to his glowing tribute in honour of the patriotic cause that had country.-I ain, Mr Editor, your most obedient serlinked them together, and eke in honour of the martial | vant,

“ Robert CARRUTHERS." glory of old Scotland. The Poet said nothing, but as silence gives consent, it was generally expected that he would store them on the occasion of the approaching fes

RECOLLECTIONS OF A PARSONAGE. tival with another lyric, or energetic oration. The day at length arrived; dinner came and passed, and the usual loyal toasts were drank with all the honours. Now came I am decidedly against pluralities, and for this single the Poet's turn ; every eye was fixed upon him, and, reason, that they divert the attention from that unity of slowly lifting his glass, he stood mp and looked around perpose and effect which is the very soul of exertion. A him with an arch, indescribable expression of countenance. pluralist may struggle a while with his double duties, 'Gentlemen,' said he, 'may we never see the French, nor but the one will ever cramp the other. He will feel the French see us.' The toast fell like a wet blanket,' like the Siamese boys, now exhibiting in London. There as Moore says, on the hopes of the Volunteers. “Is that will, in spite of the very best will and arrangement, be a',' they muttered one to another, dropping down to their occasionally a pulling in opposite directions. Could the seats to use the words of my informant, who was pre- one duty be made subservient and subordinate to the sent—like so many old wives at a field preaching ;'* Is other--could the minor be converted into the aspect of an that the grand speech or fine poem that we were to have amusement or recreation, with a reference to the majorfrom him ?--but we could bae expected nae better !' Not then, indeed, things were altered; but this is impracticaa few, however, 'raxed their jaws,' as the Ettrick Shep- ble. The moment I consider an office as a duty, I cease herd says, at the homely truth and humour of the Poet's to consider it as a source of amusement. A boy will sentiment, heightened by the first rueful aspect of the ride all day on his father's gate, but impose this exercise company; and long after, in his jovial moments, Burns as a task, and he is off directly. Fishing is a bewitching used to delight in telling how he had cheated the Volun- amusement, but they who fish for profit, have ceased to teers of Dumfries.

enjoy it as such. That there should be clerical recrea“ Mr Lockhart has mentioned the Poet's republican sen- tions, is not only desirable, but indispensable ; but that timents, and his refusal to drink the health of William sacred and solemn duties should be made to wear this Pitt' in a company, wishing to substitiute for it the health aspect, is inadmissible. It is a manifest satire upon the of “George Washington. I have heard, many years wisdom of our ancestors, and serves to lessen our regard ago, the anecdote related by a gentlein an who was present. for the most binding motives of action. Away, theil

, But Burns was always willing to do justice to the merits with pluralities from our church! The bone has been of Pitt. He used to say, that the Consolidation of the gnawed and crushed, till the children's teeth have been Customs, and other financial measure s of that great man, set on edge. Fling it to the Treasury, and let the recould only be perfected by the son of Chatham, of whom bound be heard through St Stephens ! they were worthy. At this period, the Poet was in the But thongh I am against pluralities, I am decidedly habit of frequenting the house of a ne ar relation of mine, favourable to clerical recreations ; such recreations, bow, in which a weekly musical club was held. The bold ever, as preserve the proper and distinctive character. I Jacobin songs of France were then newly imported, and do not, assuredly, include under this class the editing of Burns was fond of hearing sentiment:s which he has em- newspapers, and other periodicals. Neither do I tolerate bodied in his glorious lyric of “ For a' that, and a' that.' clerical boarding-houses. These avocations are manifestly On these occasions, he used to rise and lock the door, duties, to the performance of which time, talents, and exremarking, that “such things were not suited to vulgar ertion are compelled to be subservient. “Non mihi res eurs.' I have reason to believe, that a number of notes sed me rebus submittere conor,” says the clerical editor, and letters from Burns, of a political nature, are still pre-or boarding-school master ; and the people, the periodical

, served in the escritoires of the surviving members of this or the pupils, must suffer. But the whole range of club, who, as the Poet would undoubt edly have done, have literature is legitimately open to the parson. In this long since renounced the dangerous and delusive senti- field he may toss and tumble about under sunshine, with ments which lent a halo to the early efforts of the French all the freedom and frolic of an exulting and rejoicing nareformers.

Amidst this range of diversified enjoyment, his " The almost unexampled success of Burns called forth imagination, feelings, judgment, memory, may dispert

, a host of imitators, who sought to earn popularity by till the public begin to look over the wall, and participate writing in the Scottish language. One day, as the Poet in his happiness. The press is to him a " BARREL ( was sitting at his desk, he hexord a well-known ballad-GAN,” upon which he can occasionally play a divertiser crier, familiar to all Dumfriesians, named Andrew ment-whenever, and only whenever, the humour shall Bishop, proclaiming an excellent new poem by Burns, seize him. Upon this “ organ,” not yet prohibited in called Watty and Meg.' The Bard, who highly ad- our church, mauy clergymen have played, and are at this mired the poem, lifted the sash of his window, and, in hour playing, most delightfully. his rough and racy Scotch, called out, “ That's a d- There, for example, is Dr George Cook, lately of Law, lee, Andrew—but gang on. The reader may not think rencekirk, who has made the instrument, at leisure bour's much of this characteristic trait, but had he heard it, as respond beautifully to the tune of “ Auld Langsyne: I did, from the lips of the Poet's widow, in the snug little Mr Sommerville, of Currie, has given us “ Now westlin

' parlour wherein he composed those matchless lyrics which winds and slaughtering guns” in a most moving style:will endure while Scottish literature exists, he could not Scott, of Corstorphine, has played us " Wha was aince refuse it the tribute of a genial smile.

like Willie Gairlace;" and the minister of West-Calder “ In conclusion, I may mention, that all the aberra- ) has sung us " High Germanie;"_Hamilton Paul has tions of the Bard in his latter days, though fallen, per- made the keys ring to " Rob the Ranter," whilst the


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minister of Dunsyre has rumbled a few notes to the tune | prolific of sedges, one is ever in danger of being stung by of “A bonnie lass to a Friar came;" — Wright, of Borth- wasps, or bewildered amidst a labyrinth of vegetation. wick, has presented us with “ A Morning and Evening Yet, if you choose to practise with the natural fly, you Sacrifice,” whose hallowed aspirations are still in the may kill and kill till the strap cuts your shoulder. Sepears of the nation, whilst Brown, of Eskdalemuir, has tember, October, and November, with floods, sea-trout, played a masterly overture, entitled “Judah;"_Duncan, hirsling, and all manner of migrating shoals !— who would of Dumfries, has made the cottar's fireside wondrous fain, mind a blast or a wetting, when the whole streams are and Wightman, of Kirkmahoe, has danced and cracked peopled, when, a few days later, and fishing becomes his thumbs merrily to the music;-Dr Mackenzie, of murder of the most forbidding and unseemly character ? Portpatrick, has made the rocks around him respond to What then, say you, is to be done during frost ? _“ Curl! “ Sin and Oceana,” a powerful medley, whilst Welsh, of play at the channel-stane,"_engage in bonspiels,-eat Glasgow, has given us “ Brown's” requiem in proper beef and greens, and enjoy the society of the more reemphasis;-MʻLellan, of Relton, has struck the “note of spectable proportion of your parishioners. What exercise liberty," which has been echoed up Glen Ken, and has of which the season admits can be more healthy than this ? died away at its old residence, the Manse of Kells ;- -a clear blue sky overhead,-a game to interest the gods, Sandsburough, of Stevenson, has made the rocks of Arran -the excitement of emulation in constant and increasing and Goatfell vocal, whilst M‘Leod, of Campsie, has activity,--and then, when evening comes- -But this is a taught the instrument to discourse beautiful Gaelic;— theme too much for feeble prose ;-Chaliners has “ organized the organ into a new state of The sun has set in azure sky, organization," whilst music oozed from every pore ; and And home the happy curlers hie; Andrew Thomson has rung it successfully in tones and Their brooms are safely stowed away, cadences of strength and terror ;-Sievewright, of Mark

Preserved for use some other day. inch, has died away in a most dyingdying fall, whilst

The ground is flint, the air is keen, Fleming, of Flisk, has converted it into an ark, for all

And every puff of breath is seen ; manner of beasts, birds, and reptiles. And thus the

And ever, as along they string, organ has ended in a deray of organic matter, powers, Their tongues with curling clatter ring. and modulation. But, seriously, such literary recreation as has been re

To “ beef and greens"--the curlers' feast ferred to, instead of impeding the performance of duty,

Sit down the farmer, laird, and priest. forwards it, and coming not at stated and fixed intervals,

Our jaws in silence move a while but occasionally, and ad libitum, serves to keep alive the The beef is plied in proper style mental powers, as well as to improve the moral percep- Till first a dram, and then a jug tions.

Of porter, makes the matter snugMan, however--and, after all, a Minister is but a man

Well-bottled porter, air'd and meek, -is not entirely made up of mind. There is an “ aliquid

All reaming from the chimney cheek. terrenæ fæcis” in his composition" certamen est animo, cum gravi carne," -- and to prolong this contest, Then comes the bowlman heir-loom old bodily exercise is absolutely requisite. Away with cards, Which three good quarts of punch can hold. drafts, backgammon, and chess! The first are unclerical,

We hate your tumblers, brittle ware, the second and last, downright stupefaction, whilst back

They want the jolly, social air ; gammon is perfect derangement. Any man who can sit

And jugs are our abhorrence too, down after dinner, and with his ears open, inflict upon

They hide the beverage from the view. another man the misery of backgammon, would, if occa

The water smokes, the whisky-bottle sion served, be guilty of murder, he would trail the body Emits his soul through gurgling throttle ; over harrows of iron, as well as the soul over such tear- Amidst the board he takes bis place ing jets of sound. So much for sedentary recreations, Vast Moderator of his race! which, with a parson, should all be of a literary, or pro

The spoon is motioned knowingły-fessional, or family character. The Minister in his

The punch is ready-taste and tryfamily, and with his books and parishioners, will never The smack is o'er the sentence pussid be in need of sedentary amusement. But he must have We've hit the very thing" at last. exercise. Let him fish! He is two, three, five miles And now around the fire we gatherfrom a streain ;no matter- let him ride, or trot on foot, A fire looks well in frosty weather ; still he ought to fish. There is, in fact, no other exer- Our half-moon table suits our numbers, cise so every-way suiting his character and circumstan

And neither wife nor care encumbers. Shooting we have on a former occasion dismissed. Quoits are vulgar. Golf is genteel, but expensive;--and Lolling at ease, with haunch on high, what, in the name of health and repaired spirits, is left to We haflins sit, and haflins lie; the “honest man,” but fishing ? So let him fish, and in- Our eyes all beaming full of gleecessantly; the stream ever runs;

The happiest of the happy we. “ Labitur et labetur in omne volubilis ævum;"

The shot is played—the port is run,

The winner hitthe end is won. and so long as it runs it is fishable. True, the Baltic

“ Claudite jam rivos pueri, sat prata biberunt.” freezes occasionally, and so do our mountain streams, about the month of Febrnary in particular; and then

So, so, my pretty Pegasus, you are all over of a lather! for a few days there is poor fishing : but, with the ex- | There, now, compose yourself, and walk decently into caption stated, there is sport, and admirable sport, for the your stall, recollecting that, after all your vapouring, you Minister all the year round. No month can match March are only the “ Minister's yad.”

T. G. for its deep holes and dark two-pounders. True, they do not rise often ; but then their single bite is fate.

THE DRAMA. April is all over fishable, froin the squally blast to the dark-lowering cloudling. May is the Queen of Months THEY who think Knowles no poet, and Macready no the Triton of the minnows--enthroned in the midst of actor, should go to see Virginius and William Tell; and the finny tribes, from the par to the red trout. If you if they remain of the same opinion still, they are greater do not kill in May, why, then, wait till August ; for Idolts than we took them for. We look upon Knowles, cannot say inuch for June or July; these are so hot and and we care not who knows our opinion, as by far the


best dramatic writer living ; and we look upon Macready a thousand times rather strain after effect, till his strainas very nearly the best tragic actor. The chief fault ing becomes unnatural, than sink into tame blamelesswhich some people pretend to find with Knowles is, that ness—into that drowsy negative species of acting, with he trusts too much to situation, and too little to poetry. which no one can find fault. What man was ever great, This objection arises from not understanding the proper with whom, and with whose works, there were not a mode of producing dramatic effect. What is it that the thousand faults to be found ? Macready stirs us into dramatic writer aims at ?-it is to obtain a command powerful emotion, and therefore the end of his calling is over the passions of his reader or his auditor. There are fulfilled; he does nearly all that a tragic actor is expected two ways of doing this,—either by making the persons

to do.

Unless his benefit be better attended on Monday in his play describe the strong emotions which they feel, than his performances have hitherto been, we conceire a or by putting them directly and distinctly in such situa- stain will be cast upon the dramatic taste of Edinburgh, tions that it is impossible for them to avoid feeling strong which it will be difficult to wash out. emotion, whether they describe it or not. The great talent Miss Jarman continues to maintain her place in our ofa dramatic writer is, to conceive such situations, and to estimation. Her performance of Virginia is excellent; it inake them succeed each other in a rapid and apparently is touching, simple, and unaffected. Her Belcidera we did natural order. It is here that Knowles excels; his plays not like quite so much. We shall take an early opportuare full of dumb poetry, which nevertheless speaks to the nity of offering Miss Jarman a few hints, to which she heart far better than a long array of words could do. In may perhaps think it worth while to listen.—The maa stage representation, we must see fully as much as hear. nager has had the liberality to re-engage Miss Philips The dramatic poet approximates nearer the painter and who was here with Braham. She is a highly respectable the sculptor than any other poet. Do we deny the art- add on to the operatic strength of the company. ist genius because the groups which he conceives, and

Old Cerberus. the attitudes into which he throws them, are silent ? Then do not let us deny genius of the highest order to Knowles, when we find that his living pictures take a

ORIGINAL POETRY. still stronger hold of our recollections. It is a vulgar mistake that all poetry must be written. Whatever excites the soul, and touches the heart, is full of poetry; and

SONG. he who created that exciting cause, is a poet. Would the flower be more beautiful, were it to speak and proclaim 'Trs true, I may smile; but they guess not, my heart, its loveliness, or the sun more glorious, were it to declare How dark are the thoughts in thy depths that abide ; itself so, as with the voice of a trunpet? At the same

How unknown amid friends and all lonely thou arttime, let it not be supposed that we think Knowles's words Pale sorrow thy birthright, and nothing beside ! feebler than his conceptions. His composition, on the contrary, is full of fire and energy, and did space permit, we

Though sad is the doom of the Exile who rorescould at this moment quote a hundred passages to make

Estranged from the land of his happiest years; good our assertion. He catches a thought, and states it Though, when Fancy restores him the scenes that he loves; in a line, or half a line, and then looks out for a new

All his soul gushes forth in a fever of tears; thought. There is with him no beating about the bush, no lingering by the way. Every fresh sentence adds Yet 'tis sadder by far in a dear home to dwell, something to the general stock; and the whole taken to- With spirits still near thee fond vigil to keep, gether make a tragedy, instinct with animation from be- And feel that thy heart is so cbain'd by a spellginning to end. We know there are many who will

It may wither or break-but its woe cannot weep! think we have carried our praise too far ; and the reason is, that to the literary world, Knowles personally is I envy the Exile, and gladly would roam, scarcely known at all. Authors are like a bundle of Unfriended, to dwell beneath far foreign skies, sticks, they prop up each other. If a writer, with mo- If Memory would bring ine one vision of home, derate talents, has a numerous circle of literary friends,

To call forth a tear from my languishing ejes. there is no fear of him,--they will carry him through in spite of fate. If, on the contrary, he either shuts him- But the fountain is seal'd! and, as flowers veil the tomb. self up from mankind, or buries himself in a large mer

My smiles veil the darkness that robes thee, my heart; cantile town, as Knowles has done, c'en est fait, there is And they guess not, who pass me in life's happy bloom, no hope for him; he is looked on as an interloper, an

How unknown amid friends and all lonely thou art! upstart, somebody that nobody knows any thing about.

GERTRUDE. We rejoice to observe, that Knowles has been spoken of more than once in the LITERARY JOURNAL, and always with that respect which genius, such as his, is entitled to.

But why are the Edinburgh and Quarterly Reviews, Beloved! when death is o'er me stealing,
Blackwood's Magazine, the New Monthly, and the Old

0! weep thou not for me! Monthly, all silent regarding one, whose“ Virginius” has Stir not my soul to stich wild feeling been played on every stage in the kingdom, in America,

In that last hour with thee! in France, and in Holland ?

Look on me calm as thou dost now, We have almost lost sight of Macready ; but the praises With fond and gentle eye, we have bestowed upon Knowles, will illustrate our feel.

And, reading peace on thy mild brow, ings towards him. He is an actor worthy of the poet. In peace I fain would die. In bringing out the nicer beauties and graces of a character, he is probably inferior to Young ; but whenever there Beloved ! when willows wave above me, is any thing difficult to be done, Macready is the man to 0! weep thou not for me! do it. In smooth sailing, many a light craft might pass Though torn from earth and all that love me, him by; but let the gale come and the sea grow rough,

From sorrow's chain I'm free! and show us the actor who will ride through the storm And think not that thou wanderest lone, better than Macready. It is this that we value in a great Twin hearts, what power may sever? tragedian ; we care little or nothing for one who is per- My soul will watch thee journeying on petually smooth and correct; we want a man to show us Thy guide thy own for ever! that he has his whole soul in what he is about. Let him



It landed somewhere about Kirkaldy,
And the Provost went out of his wits, poor body!

James Thomson, Author of De Courci," and other

From the first moment of our birth,
To that which gives back “earth to earth,"

No more with ills to cope;
The sweetest boon of bounteous Heaven,
To cheer man's rugged pathway given,

Is life's best blessing, Hope !

The third ball flew in a zig-zag way,

That made the Highlander stare ;
It took off the dome of St George's Church

As it pass'd over Charlotte Square,
And is still to be seen in a shady nook
Very near Mr Jeffrey's house at Craigcrook.
The terror this single shot produced

All round for twenty miles,
To me was the source of much delight,

And of many playful smiles :-
By Jove! when again I fire Mons Meg,
I'll put in my friend with the philabeg !

H. G. B.

When mildew blights the farmer's crops,
Crows gnaw his corn, and flies his hops,

And thunder sours his beer;
Still he looks forward undismay'd,
For Hope comes whispering to his side,

Of better luck next year.

TO E. Ĝ.

The sailor, anchor'd on the deep,
Heeds not though wild the surges sweep,

While stanch is every rope ; And though the midnight flames invade, Still are you sate, if you have made

Insurance in the Hope.

By Thomas Tod Stoddart. Thou art upon my tide of thought

A fair and floating thing, Like to some sea-bird merrily

Adrift upon its wing.

And though a shower of sorrow fall

From cloud that passeth o'er, "Twill be but as some baptism

To bind me yet the more.

In youth, in age, in calm, in gale,
Thus doth Hope's influence prevail

To tinge our voyage with bliss;
Nay, so all-powerful is the sprite,
You did but hope that I would write,

And lo! I've scribbled this! London.

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A DAY'S SHOOTING. I wext one day to the Castle Hill

To see what I could see,
And I walk'd straight up through the outer gate

To the Half-Moon Battery ;
And there I found good old Mons Meg,
And beside her a Celt in a philabeg.
Said I to the Celt,“ We'll load Mons Meg,

And we'll take a shot or two;"-
At first the man was a good deal surprised,

And he look'd a little blue ;
But seeing the pleasant way I had got,
He went and brought me the powder and shot.

I love thee; but I am content

To feed my thoughts alone,
Within my own heart's solitude,

If that it be my own.
I vow'd a vow by moon and star,

And by the emerald sea,
By the winds that travel fast and far,

By the plume of forest tree.
I vow'd a vow by day and night,

By harvest and by spring,
By bloom of flower, and autumn blight,

And every holy thing !
I vow'd a lifetime and a love;

And they, however long,
Shall all be dedicate to thee,

In silence and in song !


I put three barrels of powder in,

And after them three balls,
And every ball was as large at least

As that on the top of St Paul's;
And then I tied the match to a wand,
Aud quietly fired Mons Meg off-hand.
The report was such, that the Castle rock

Quiver'd like aspen green ;
And the shock brought Prince's street down at once,

As if it had never been ;-
“ Hurrah !" said I; “ Mons Meg, well done!
Wbere have the bullets, I wonder, gone ?”
The first ball smash'd the bottle-house

That stood on the shore at Leith,
And then it sunk the good guard ship

That was anchor'd off Inchkeith; And then through the water it went with a whirr, Till it knock'd down the inn at Pettycur.

His Majesty, it is stated, has graciously permitted George Colman to dedicate his Random Records, now nearly ready, to him.

The Records of Captain Clapperton's last Expedition to Africa, by Richard Lander, his faithful attendant, and the only surviving member of the expedition, with the subsequent adventures of the author, are nearly ready for publication.

Captain Dillon's Voyages in Search of the Wreck of La Perouse will appear speedily.

Messrs Westley and Davis announce for publication, early in the ensuing year, an edition of the Old Testament, with the substitution of the original Hebrew namnes in place of the English words Lord and God, and of a few corrections thereby rendered necessary; with Notes by the Editor.

Mr Carne's new work consists, we understand, of Recollections of Travels in Syria and Palestine that could not be included in his two volumes of " Letters from the East," to which, therefore, the present may be considered as a third volume. Besides much personal adventure, the subjects described are, the Valley of Zabulon, Source of the River Jordan, Scene of the Prophets, Sacrifice, Valley of Ajaloo, Sepulchre of the Virgin Mary, Scene of the Encampment of the Host of Israel, Village of Endor, Cave of Elijah, Waters of Mara, and other sacred localities on which the pious mind dwells in serious melitation.

The second ball pass'd through the Calton Hill,

And down came jail and inonument; A carriage and four may now be driven

Through the tunnel its passage rent :

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