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down and opened his jaws, which stretched right across Yet still in music she is mine,
the rocks! No sooner did Paramore see this, than he out In many a sad and simple air ;
with his box of poison and threw it in the water, above Each rapid burst-each swelling line,
where Cucullin was drinking. The giant swallowed the Thrills me as if her soul were there.
whole, and then lay down on this bank to sleep. He tossed
about, tearing up the earth, but soon sickened, and died.

Yet all who warble to me now,
Paramore then rushed upon him, and taking out his knife,

How feeble when compared with her ! cut off his head, which he carried home to make his people

Mere types like flaunting flowers that grow believe that he had killed him in battle. They buried the

Above young beauty's sepulchre.. great giant where he lay, and put some large flat stones over his grave, with one huge one at his head, and a lesser

And yet, methinks, if thou couldst sing, at his feet. And so, my young lady and gentleman, that

I would not deem thy music such; was the end of Cucullin the great giant. Paramore killed

'Twould give me back my life's fresh spring, him, you see, as Squire O'Niel got his lands, by cunning;

I'd love, as I loved her, too much. for cunning is a match for either strength or wisdom, since it lost all of us the garden of Paradise."

Perchance 'tis better as it is,Martin rewarded the garrulity of the old sibyl with a

I love thee, sweet, for what thou art;

And she, midst life's realities, piece of silver, which she clutched within her bony and shrivelled fingers, pouring out thanks to both; blessing

Rests as a dream within my heart ! the fair face of the young lady, and praying that the "elegant young gentleman” might “ win and wear a gold watch as big as a forty-shilling pot, with a chain as long

MY TWO GREAT-GRANDMOTHERS. as the Boyne water.”

“A genuine Irish hyperbole,” exclaimed the lady; "but By Robert Chambers, Author of " Traditions of Edinlet us not read fortunes in the twilight.

It bodes ill, you

burgh,"

;" Histories of the Scottish Rebellions,” g'c. &c. know, Judith, and see, the sun is fast descending." _Hand in hand the youthful lovers then left the vale, forgetting Ever since I can remember, I have been the fondling the lingering superstitions of the land in reveries more de- and protege of old people. I was altogether nursed in lightful; for, in the beautiful language of Coleridge, the laps of great-grandmothers, in whom I was singularly “ Hope grew round them like the twining vine,

fortunate, having no fewer than two, who survived, with

entire health and intellect, to the period of my early And fruits and foliage, not their own, seem'd theirs."

youth. Of mothers I knew nothing, for mine died when

I was a mere child; and even of grandmothers I had comSTANZAS TO

paratively little experience, my paternal one having died

ere I was born, and the other being at feud with my faBy Henry G. Bell.

ther, who had offended her dignified ladyship by marry

ing her “right honourable daughter.” It is to greatI wish–I wish that thou couldst sing !

grandmothers alone that I look back with reverential For many a wayward mood have I,

gratitude for the little real knowledge I possess, and the When nought but music's murmuring

boundless treasures of traditionary gossip with which my Can wean me from my misery.

mind is now stored. Well do I remember their rich,

stiff, flowered silk-gowns, of which the posterior plaits I wish I wish that thou couldst sing

were daubed with greasy hair-powder, perhaps half a Like her whom once I lov'd before;

century old ! Neither can I forget the profuse and vo0! every note could touch a string

luminous angularities of their old lace-caps, or their long, That thrill'd into my bosom's core.

graceful waists, their plump amber ear-rings, and their

fine old seventeenth-century faces ! There's more than language in thine eye,

I had a country great-grandmother and a town greatThere's more than beauty in thy form;

grandmother. With the first I was most familiar in my Thy soul is generous and high,

childhood, ere I had left my paternal dovecot-like castle Thy heart is pure as it is warm ;

in Clydesdale. She was a lady full of old family ballads

and local legends of the “ riding times,” of which I even Yet still I wish that thou couldst sing

yet remember a vast number of unmeaning fragments, The songs that charm'd me so of yore;

which I would not exchange for so many whole volumes For round thee then my thoughts would cling,

of modern poetry. But my memory does not retain such And my whole soul would love thee more.

fond remembrances of this great-grandmother as of the Ah! dearest, he who once has dwelt,

other ; for it so happened, that her affections ever were di

vided between me and a certain race of remarkable banAll rapt, on every golden tone Of one loved voice, whose notes he felt

tams which it was her pleasure to rear, and feed regularly Were breathed for him--for him alone,

four times a-day, and which it became my particular pains

to annoy with pebbles and the town-colleys regularly all May in some careless mood forget

day long. True, I sometimes was coaxed by the good Some careless mood of after days;

old lady into granting an indulgence for a given time May idly smile or rashly fret,

to her feather-legged favourites, by the seductive promise As o'er life's weary path be strays ;

of the long ballad upon my knightly ancestor, the friend

of Bruce, to be that night recited for my particular edifiBut never, never in him dies

cation; and while I listened to her low voice, which very The blessed memory of the past;

feebleness made more plaintive, crooning the monotonous, As beams that break through evening skies,

but simple and touching measure of that wild and sinIts long-hush'd echoes wake at last.

gular tale, my heart was softened towards her, and I in

wardly vowed never again to throw so much as a handful She, whom I loved, is now to me

of gravel at either cock or hen of hers--no! nor pursue Even as a thing that never was ;

them across her elaborately soilless washings, as they lay And when that thought comes chillingiy,

bleaching or drying by the water-side in the holm,-nor My very heart's blood seems to pause jam ever to excite her consternation by proposing to throw

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myself in the way of horses and carts, as they rattled

“ blew a blast so loud and dread, along the road,—nor to risk my little frog-like person Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!" upon the broad back of Tam Bo, the mill-aiver, even and her ladyship and many others shuffling with their though the miller might ask me to water him! All this, feet, and coughing as if they would have fainted, while and more, I would half resolve while the spell was upon a Highland veteran, who had lost a hand at Culloden, me; yet, somehow or other, I never (then nor since) clappered upon the desk to admiration with its iron subcould contrive to keep a resolution longer than till the stitute, not one word of the bishop's benediction upon opportunity occurred of breaking it; and so, after peace- his most gracious Majesty was heard by a single indiviably permitting myself to be transported bedward by dual present. One old door-keeper, or other official, who Nurse Jenny, and lulled asleep, though only seven o'clock, had certainly lived since the skulking days of good Bishop with the song of the Lariston worm-fit afterpiece to my Forman, felt so indignant at the conciliatory spirit thus relative's tragic ballad—I usually awoke next morning evinced by modern pastors, that he rose from his seat no better boy than ever, and, like the washed sow, fell and walked out till the prayer was over, and I have been to, as stoutly as ever, to the great business of the day informed that he continued to do so for several years, or as --laying waste the barn-yard of all its bantams, insult- long as he lived. ing the aristocratic feelings of the turkey-cock, clinging My great-grandmother was quite enchanted with the to the heads of cart-horses (all in my great-grandmother's energy and success of my “blast;" and when we got to sight), and taking rides wherever, and upon whatsoever the carriage, caressed me without mercy, till the titillahorses, I could get them.

ting grains which I drew up from her muslins, made me This bad conduct of my juvenile years prevented me both cough and sneeze in good earnest. I was highly from ever being upon thoroughly good terms with my complimented, too, by many of her ladyship’s unqualifcountry great-grandmother, and, I believe, had the effect ing friends, who declared that they considered the ridiof losing me the legacy of her inconceivable treasure of culous sound I had produced quite as good a hit at their crown-pieces, (the profit of sixty years' good spinning,) Bishop Abernethy, as that which had that day befallen which, according to the belief of our domestic, she kept Mr Alexander Allan, the clergyman of the neighbouring in three large wechts, and brought out of doors every chapel, where a jacobite maniac, called Laird Robertson, Sunday forenoon, while the rest were at church, to air rose from his seat on hearing the prayer for the royal fain the sun! Peace, however, to her ashes, and peace to mily, shook his stick in the minister's face, and elthose delicious bread-and-butter days, of which the dear claimed, “ De’il but an ye had the hale pack o' them at recollection is so closely associated with her memory! | the bottom o' your stamack, Sanners !" She was ever kinder to me than I deserved, and her This ludicrous exploit of mine, I am convinced, saved wecht-fulls of crown-pieces were perhaps, after all, better me good three months of the High School, at which a close bestowed upon my poor far-away cousin, young Blaw- attendance of four or five years to come, was the occasion i'-ma-lug, who, by their means, went to college, and of my father placing me under the protection of my town afterwards became an acceptable preacher of the word. great-grandmother this constituting a great proportion

My remembrances of my town great-grandmother are of the education of young country gentlemen of my time. much more unqualifiedly beatific. With her memory is Her ladyship, out of fondness for me, and anxious to have associated the delight I experienced on first approaching more of me to herself, wrote to my father that it was and residing in the romantic and (to me) wonderful city absurd to think of placing so little and gentle a bor as of Edinburgh,—the transport with which I alighted at | I (for I had made myself a perfect lamb to her) among her magnificent door in Teviot Row,—the kind reception such a parcel of bears as the High School boys, who were which she gave me,_and the great progress which I im- then the very terror of the town; though, when I was mediately made in her favour, to the evident death of her afterwards placed in the “ gaits' class" of this renowned ladyship's huge Tom cat, who took to his rug soon after seminary, I must confess that, with my robust, rustic my' arrival, and, in spite of his mistress's attentions and strength, I found no difficulty in licking all the boys the assurances of unabated esteem, never more caught mouse length of Cornelius Nepos, and even had one or two or combed whisker in this sublunary world. I also re- drawn battles with some so far in as Csesar. member, with feelings of great pleasure, being taken for I had now succeeded in completely ingratiating myself the first time, in my lady's carriage, to what I then with my great-grandmother, and was almost constantly thought a splendid Episcopal chapel, in Skinners' Close, in her society. She did not keep much company ; for, her ladyship being of that persuasion, as her father, the in truth, all the friends of her early days had died awa?, great persecutor of the second Charles's time, had been from around her, and she could not accommodate herself before her. It was a somewhat singular occasion; for to the new fashions and feelings of those younger persons the nonjurant clergy had that day determined, in conse- who might have aimed at succeeding to them in her esquence of the Chevalier's death, to pray publicly for the Neither did she stir much out of doors; and as king de facto, and a great part of their congregations had, for employing her time in reading, that was entirely out on the contrary, resolved to cough and snufile down the of the question, for she had not the least taste for polite detested innovation. My great-grandmother was of this letters; and, as it had not been the fashion for young way of thinking, and went with the avowed purpose of ladies in her time to study aught in the shape of books setting her face against what she conceived to be a base saving the Bible and the shorter Catechism, she considerconcession to the powers that were ; while I had instruc- ed it a duty to persist in rejecting all less severe modes of tions to contribute my nose (none of the shortest) and mental exercise and improvement. I was almost her only throat to the good cause, as, she said, the testimony of companion, and when I was not with her, she would sit, babes and sucklings was sure to be of account upon this silent and alone, for whole forenoons, upon a high-backed occasion. On entering the chapel, which was in the top- elbow-chair in the parlour, looking out

at the large round flat of a house at the bottom of the close, I was so entran- stones of the old Town-wall, which fronted her windows, ced in admiration of the altar-piece and furniture, which her strange black eyes wide open,her noble old figure it is needless to say were humble enough, that I could not quite erect,—her neck enveloped in a white plaited ruff

, have mustered breath for so much as a sneeze though my like that in which the old Countess of Mar (the preceptlife had depended upon it. But towards the conclusion ress of James the Sixth) is painted, and her long bong of the service, when the abhorred words came to be pro- arms, half-shrouded in black silk mitts, hanging listlessly nounced, I had quite regained my composure, and was over the lateral projections of her chair. What was the fully prepared to justify

the calculations which my lady tenor of her cogitations, or if she thought at all, on these had formed respecting the powers of my nasal organ. occasions, I never could discover. I have come quietly When she gave the preconcerted signal, therefore, I into the room unheard, approached her person, and even,

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SOME ACCOUNT those deep, dark fountain-mouths of the unsearchable soul-yet she never started on observing my presence, but merely seemed to transfer her gaze from the old wall to EUGENE BULGARIS, THE FOUNDER OF THE PRE

SENT SCHOOLS OF PHILOSOPHY IN GREECE. my face, and, by as simple a movement, her thoughts, from whatever they might be turned upon, to the trivial

By Alexander Negris, Author of the Article upon Modern subject of my visit. Her life had not been very eventful;

Greek Literature, in the last Number of the North she had never experienced any serious misfortunes, if the

American Review, having outlived every one who began the career of life with herself might not be classed as such ; nor had she The late revolution in Greece has opened a new field any matters of worldly moment upon which she could of contemplation to the inhabitants of Europe. Hitherto employ her mind, for she lived peaceably and securely an object of mere melancholy interest, she is now likely upon a dotarial allowance, which was now burdening the to engage the attention both of the political and learned fourth generation of her posterity. It was now nearly world. While her existence as an independent state will half a century since she had ceased to be affected or en- give her new importance in the eyes of the former, the grossed by any of the cares of life ; for she was then left latter will expect, with the recovery of her freedom, the at once widowed and childless, and had nothing farther restoration of her ancient pre-eminence in letters, and to do on earth but to prepare to leave it. Life, since then, watch, with increasing anxiety, the dawn of a new day had been but a long, straight avenue, with death in the of literary glory. Every information with regard to her vista. This she trod with constant and equal steps, un- will acquire value ; her history during the period even of disturbed by the full prospect and contemplation of the ber captivity, will become the subject of much interesting objectless expanse which gradually dilated to her eye. It enquiry, and when it is found how unavailing the chilldid not appear that she was gifted with much religious ing hand of despotism has proved to restrain the vigour feeling ; for, though the chapel in Skinners' Close had no of her mind, and to silence her poets and her philosocloser attendant, it was evident that this arose rather from phers, the hopes entertained of her will seem less una wish to support the established church of her fore-founded and visionary. Among the many distinguished fathers, and from the vanity of being a leader in its little men she has to boast of in modern times, none is, percommunity, than from the purer enthusiasm of sincere haps, better entitled to her gratitude, or to the admiradevotion. Yet what might be the real and the deepest tion and esteem of mankind, than Eugene Bulgaris, the strain of the thoughts of a woman who had seen and author of the Reformation of Philosophy in the Schools known so much of this world, and so long pondered upon of Greece. and looked at the next, ever was to me uncertain and un- This man, known in Greece by the title of the Celeimaginable.

brated (rspoonuos), was born at Corfu in 1716. After acIt sometimes occurred to me, that she busied herself in quiring at home a complete knowledge of his mothercomposing poetry; for she had been a noted ballad-writer tongue, he went to Padua, where he applied himself to in her youth, and was the secret author of one or two the study of philosophy, with all the changes which it popular Scots songs, to which modern collectors, I ob-had till then undergone. After a residence of some years serve, assign the most remote antiquity. But this was at this University, he returned to Greece, his mind glownot very probable, as no relics of her muse were discovered ing with the patriotic desire of imparting to his countryin her repertories after her decease, and no one had heard men something of the vast knowledge he had himself acof her writing any thing for many years before. Perhaps quired, and there joined the illustrious and wealthy family she thought poetry; and, while her eyes were fixed sto- of Maroutzi, then residing at Venice, by whose generous lidly upon an unmeaning wall, her mind might be as a assistance he succeeded in forming a school at Jannina, theatre of glorious ideas, called up, embodied, grouped, where he sowed the first seeds in Greece of modern phiand again dispersed, like unembodied spirits assembled by losophy. His reputation quickly spread, and his country the wand of a magician, and scattered at his word. Per- echoed with the praises bestowed on his learning, on the haps her thoughts wandered back to the days of her early ease and elegance of his compositions in ancient Greek, years, and dwelt with fond regret upon the smiling fa- his poetical talent, his piety, and his zeal for the interests miliar faces which then rendered life a blessing, but which of science and of his native land. There were some, howhad been long exchanged for objects, newer and gayer ever, whom envy prompted to tarnish, if they could, the perhaps, but uncongenial, strange, and cold.

lustre of his splendid abilities, by maliciously misrepreI have more to tell of my great-grandmother, but my senting the patriotic and virtuous designs of this great readers must wait for a week or so.

and good man. How often have the highest aims of ge

nius been thus counteracted! THE LAST CRUSADER'S SONG.

This, and other reasons which it is needless to menBy Charles Doyne Sillery.

tion, induced Bulgaris to leave Jannina, and to teach

successively at Kozani in Macedonia, at the celebrated 0! For each Knight with his falchion bright

school of Mount Athos, and the Patriarchal college of His helmet, and cuirass, and shield in a blaze !

Constantinople. His stay in Greece, as a teacher, did not For the waving crests that shaded the breasts

exceed ten years ; but his powerful and impressive lesWhere beat the brave hearts of ancient days! .

sons had given a noble impulse to the minds of the GreWhen bugles were blowing, and purple streams flowing, cian youth, a new range to the course of instruction, and

And Barons loud shouting," Huzza! huzza !” struck out a path for the investigation of truth till then When falchions were flashing, and panoply crashing, unknown. What Bacon first did in England, what And turban'd foes flying-away! away!

Descartes did in France, and Leibnitz in Germany, EuWhen lances were glancing, and bending plumes dancing, gene Bulgaris may, with truth, be said to have done in

Greece. Each of these great men is celebrated for the And multitudes falling like dross-like dross ! When thousands were roaring, mid steel showers pouring,, is also what Bulgaris accomplished in Greece, introdu

abolition in his country of the scholastic philosophy; this “ Down with the Crescent !—the Cross !--the Cross!" cing in its stead the methods which the modern school

had proposed and followed, with the improvements of O! for each Knight with his falchion bright

those, who, from their time till his, had assisted in the His helmet and panoply all in a blaze !

restoration of true science. For the waying crests that shaded the breasts

From this period is to be dated the cessation of the Where beat the brave hearts of ancient days ! philosophical despotism of Aristotle, to whose writings,

CHORUS

O, warrior! doff thine eagle-plume,

Resign thy war-steed, brand, and spear; Disarm'd, imprison'd in the tomb,

Thy comrades wait thee here. Art thou a King, an Emperor, one

At the dread bidding of whose word The grisly war-fiend buckles on

His panoply, and bares his sword ? Halt ! mighty conqueror! blanch thy cheek,

Quell the red terrors of thine eye! Here earth's proud thunderers, silent, weak,

To wait thy coming lie. Art'thou a man of loftiest mind,

Statesman, philosopher, or bard ? One whose great soul can only find

In native worth its high reward ? Oh! pluck the bright wreath from thy brow,

And leave it in the hall of fame! Here wait the glorious dead, each now

The shadow of a name!

disfigured as they were by the commentators, the mind of youth had been for ages kept in the most servile subjection. Following the example of our philosopher, most of the instructors of youth turned from the old systems of Corydalæus and others to explain the opinions of the moderns. The Logic of Bulgaris, especially after the publication of the author's edition at Leipsic in 1766, became the common text-book of our schools, and was taught throughout Greece with distinguished success, particularly at Turnavo in Macedonia, by the Reverend Professor John Economus. The immense acquirements of the author have enabled him to display a peculiar tact in this book, where he has introduced examples drawn from different sciences, calculated to excite in the youthful mind a thirst for general information. Thus, many sciences formerly unknown in Greece, have been introduced under the pretext of illustrating obscure passages in the Logic of Bulgaris. Many Greeks still living, and well known in the literary world, are indebted for their reputation to this celebrated work, the study of which first called forth the latent energies of their mind; and it is sufficient here to mention the opinion expressed by Coray, in his work“ On the present state of Civilization in Greece,” published in 1803:--“ Eugene Bulgaris was one of the first whose efforts effectually contributed to that moral revolution now in operation amongst us; and it is with particular satisfaction that I pay my share of the tribute of gratitude due to him by the nation, as I shall never forget the emulation excited in my young mind by the publication of his Logic, to which I owe the little knowledge I possess."

The advantageous offers made to Bulgaris by the Empress Catherine induced him to settle in Russia, but not until he had left to his countrymen, besides his Logic, his works on Physics and Metaphysics, written in ancient Greek, with a number of pupils to teach in their schools. During his residence in Russia, where he was nominated Archbishop of Cherson, he published several theological works, and, by express order of the Empress, translated the Æneid of Virgil into elegant Homeric verse. He died at St Petersburg in 1806, deservedly regretted by his country and his friends. After his death, the jealousy excited in the minds of some, by his talents and reputation, was speedily extinguished, and the well-earned tribute is unanimously rendered to his memory at the present day, and will be so for ever.

It is interesting to observe, in perusing the biography of this great man, that by his introduction into Greece of those improvements in philosophy to which Britain has '80 essentially contributed, the latter has been enabled, in some degree, to repay in kind the advantages derived by her from the precious monuments and examples of classic lore, handed down to her and to the modern world by the ancient sages of the former,

Art thou a youth of gentle breast, —

A roamer by romantic streams, With love's delicious woes opprest,

And haunted with fantastic dreams? Shake the soft fetters from thy heart,

Dreamer! the partners of thy fate, Subdued by Death's, not Cupid's dart,

Thy coming here await. Woman! young mother, tender wife!

Ye dearest forms of mortal birth ! Sweet soothers of poor human life!

Fair angels of the happy hearth! Or matron grave, or widow drear,

Whate'er thou art, cherish'd or lone, The dead beloved await thee here!

The grave will have its own! Thou, too, bright blooming beauty! thon,

The load-star of a thousand eyes, That liquid eye, that marble brow,

That cheek of spring-dawn's loveliest dyes,Oh! veil those charms! they too must share,

Alas! the universal doom ;The beauteous dead, where are they? where?

They wait thee in the tomb. Here rest the dead ! waiting the hour,

When the last sob of living breath Shall have expired beneath the power

Of that grim phantom-dreaded Death. They rest in hope ; waiting till He

Who died, and lives for aye, shall come, To give them immortality,

And call them to His home!

THE RESTING-PLACE OF THE DEAD, WAITING

FOR THE LIVING.

By W. M. Hetherington, Author ofDramatic Sketches,

illustrative of the Pastoral Poetry of Scotland."

HERE rest the Dead ! in silence rest

Waiting the Living ! Mortal, come, Gaze on the many-heaving breast

Of this lone spot, thy tinal home! Whatever thou art now, they were,

While vain life's busy dream swept past; They wait thee here, for thou must share

With them the Grave at last.

CHRISTMAS IN THE WEST INDIES. “ The slaves are happy, and the planters humane.

A Motto by the Asthor. “ CHRISTMAS comes but once a-year," and it is right that this should be the case. Were such Saturnalia an every-day occurrence, both the old and the young children would soon sicken, like boys in a sugar-barrel, or a man condemned to read nothing but Hood's Puns for a month. But as it has ever been my maxim, that it is preferable, in telling a story, to dive at once into the middle, as an alderman would his spoon into a basin of turtle or malligatawny, I shall begin with my tale, and not with myself.

It was Christmas Eve, and I lay lolling on my sofa, with a basket of delicious shaddocks glistening like gold beside me, tempting the eye and delighting the palate,

Art thou a Chief of daring breast,

Of lofty brow, and kindling eye ? Is thine the flaring meteor-crest

That bursts through battle's lurid sky ?

“ Massa,

when my cogitations were interrupted by the appearance | ing a tumbler of sangaree, and reeling to a hammock hung of Agrippa at the door, with my portmanteau on his for me in an open gallery over the principal entrance to shoulder, grinning most portentously, and chattering out, the house, but, in order to attain which desirable eleva“ Ebbery ting ready, massa." I sprang up, and followed tion, I had to be assisted by my companions in misfortune, him to the beach, where a boat with two hardy rowers Agrippa and Nero. Here a sound sleep speedily overtook lay waiting me. When we reached the canoe, Agrippa me, and closed my Christmas Eve. turned sharp round on me, and grinned out,

I wakened from the midst of a horrible dream,--a more alway keep a Crissmas a true Buckra style ; no a nigger complete mixture of drowning, and death, and the devil, able a work a two day after, for em drink.” He added, and raw head and bloody bones, than ever poor Fuseli met “ Aggie berry good nigger-a nebber was drunk; a hate with after a supper of uncooked pork; but, alas ! I was sangaree, and a like you berry much for a massa, if you only out of one Pandemonium into another ;-my ears buy me; and if you do, me nebber sham sick, nor go to were assailed by the noise of Tamboos and shock-shocks, hospital.” At the conclusion of this speech, he pitched mingled with the singing of the negroes below among the my portmanteau into the canoe, jumped in himself, roar- negro houses. I tossed about in a sort of yawny torpor ed lustily for me to follow, and, to show his zeal for me, for a considerable time, till the nuisance of noise should swore as lustily in negro French and sailor's English to stop—infatuated as I was, to think that any thing on earth his fellow-niggers to pull off. The rowers shook their would stop a negro on Christmas day! Suddenly a scraheads in token of assent, and, stretching forth their brawny ping of fiddles and clattering of tamborines vexed the ears arms, their oars parted the calm blue waves of one of the of morning and myself, accompanied by the rattling of loveliest and largest bays our West Indies can boast; and, huge bludgeons and clubs against the wooden walls of the after a few minutes' rowing, we shot round a sharp pro- house, which only ceased at intervals, to admit the more montory, and our frail bark floated on the Atlantic. horrid screaming of the whole gang of negroes, who had

It was a lovely evening ; never shall I forget its gor- come up to wish my friends and myself a bon fite, as they geous brightness. It was the farewell of what Alfieri called it. Three times did they perambulate the mansion, has well called a “ giornata stupendo.” The sun was set- when slap went every door, and in they rushed like ants, ting in a fiery glow, and slanting his last rays across the un- when their dwelling is attacked. Hell seemed to have ruffled bosom of the vast Atlantic. All was calm and still ; opened, and all the devils to be making holiday; but there not a breath of wind was stirring; no movement on the was method in their madness. They first rushed to the face of nature, save the undulating swell of the glittering bedroom-door of my friend their master, where they sea, whose waves seemed to heave up to the sun, as if sad struck up a modulated yell, which I afterwards underat the parting, and as if anxious to catch and reflect some stood was their Christmas jubilee. After performing of his still lingering glory. And surely never did a scene this, seemingly much to their own satisfaction, they promore fit the gorgeous light thrown over it. We coasted ceeded to the middle of the hall, and there they capered a lovely island. A huge, but beautifully rich and mag-away in a style that would have put to the blush our exnificent, mass of verdure rose from the clear and mirrored cellent manager's whole collection of dancing Indians in deep, ending in immense mountains, clothed to the top the farce of “ Robinson Crusoe.” I imprudently prowith foliage of a bright beauty, that shamed the dingy dye truded too much of my person over the edge of my hamof European forests, broken here and there with patches mock, when my white nightcap catching their eyes, they of brushwood, and studded with negro gardens; while at made me the centre of attraction, and in a moment, men, every turn lovely valleys opened to the view, richly cul- women, children, fiddlers, fifers, drummers, and dancers, tivated, and waving with canes, while down to the water's were pirouetting round me. I instinctively drew in my brink all was verdure, and the sweet soft turf seemed to head, and nestled in the bed-clothes till they disappeared. kiss the wild wave into quietness. To me it appeared like Fearing another assault, I jumped up, and, dressing Fairyland—some bright vision of another world. All with all possible dispatch, walked forth to breathe the that poets have written—all that painters have created morning air. Lovely was the face of that morning! seemed tame, and paled their ineffectual fires in the com- The sun shot forth his rays with a glow and splendour parison. There were bays, such as Dian would have loved unknown even in our warmest summer. Joy and happi. to lave in, on whose sides

ness beamed on every countenance, and all nature seemed “ Hill upon hill uplifts his spicy breast,

enlivened. At one part of the lawn in front of the house And rich woods wave above the watery waste;"

were assembled a large circle of the negroes dancing, and

at another were to be found a party of singers. I was no streamlets, to which those of Castaly are a mockery, de- sooner out of doors than I was surrounded, almost to the scending like silver threads from the mountains ;-rocks, danger of suffocation. “ Bon jour, massa," “ Bon fite, woods, and headlands, heaped one on another in a pro

were vociferated from a dozen dusky throats at fusion that enchanted, while it amazed ; and sea-ward

“ Iss, massa, you be my massa's friend, massa, on the horizon, clusters of lovely islands, like “captain I lub you, massa; iss, I lub you too much. I very like jewels in a carcanet,” studded the ocean's edge, “flooded you, massa ; I very like my massa, a ma misses, a ma in light that flamed like molten gold.”

young misses, massa. I be a good neger, massa; I big Long ere we reached our destination the sun bad set ; like Massa Horse foot (my friend Horseford), he one good but the moon's sweet and almost painfully clear light massa for me, I tell you for true.” Then came the beghelped us on our way; and, as we neared the shore, the ging. “ Gib me one dag for buy tabaka, massa ; shadows of the immense dark tall trees, the growth of hab tabaka long time. Come, strike up and gib us a ages, were flung across our path. In a few moments we tune." Like lightning they formed a ring round me, and were running the canoe up a small creek, through a plaguy they capered away till, afraid of having my toes annihijabble, caused by the meeting of a roaring, boisterous tor-lated, I made a desperate leap over two joined arms, and rent with the tide of the Atlantic. The water being cleared the ring, nor did I stop till I regained the hall. rough, and the boat rotten, an unlucky jolt, as I was pre- But if they were bad with me, they were a thousand times paring to spring on shore, took our frail bark in the side, worse with my friend their master. I never expected to and sent myself, Agrippa, Cæsar, and Nero Wilberforce, see him alive again; but about breakfast time he returned, splash into the water. However, as the place was shal- and I went down with him to the works, to give out the low, and plenty of hands waiting our arrival, we recover- allowances to the negroes, every one of whom, man, woed our feet in what the niggers called soon time ; but my man, or child, got three pounds of pork, ditto of sugar, and head was swimming, and I was perfectly confused. All a bottle of rum. After this, we returned to breakfast ; I remember was my entering, or rather being entered and such a breakfast - none of your consumptive-looking into, a room steaming with heat and hundreds--swallow-tea-and-toast affairs. Ham, eggs, fowls, fish, flesh, and

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