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current at home when they set out on their pilgrimage, and munication of life to an inert mass. In our opinion, that here they have remained in good use ever since.”—Pp. 203-5

was but child's play to the materialising of mind which We said formerly, that at the time of its appearance, is here recorded as matter of history. It is the fairy-land Captain Hall's book upon South America was the best of our exploded nursery books, where kings and queens which had been published ;-we are by no means sure,

walk about and sleep with crowns on their heads, realised. but that we may not now with justice say the same of While perusing the work of Constantine, we do not his book upon North America.

wonder that the imperial city fell before the fierce onset

of Muhammed, but only that its inhabitants were not The Foreign Review, and Continental Miscellany. No. found by him petrified, like those we read of in the AraVII. London. Black, Young and Young. July 1829. bian Nights. We have sat spell-bound in the icy fetters We feel ourselves in justice bound to compliment the of a formal. English dinner party; we have endured the

night-mare infliction of a Berlin literary tea-drinking; we conductors of this periodical on their punctuality and activity. But the present number has yet higher claims the aid of these reminiscences, our fancy struggles in vain

have travelled in a Dutch treck-schuyt; but even with on our attention. It gives us a comprehensive, and in some particulars a satisfactory, view of continental lite- to image satisfactorily the wooden life of Byzantium. rature. From France, we have intelligence of its ancient and modern juridical oratory, and of the present state of Christian Biography ; a Dictionary of the Lives and philosophy in that country. From Germany, we have an Writings of the most distinguished Christians, of all Deaccount of one of its most amiable mystics--- Novalis.--by nominations, at Home and Abroad, from the reviral of one who is more conversant with German literature than Literature to the present Period. By William Jones, any Englishman of the day--- Thomas Carlyle, Esq. ; and M. A. London. Thomas Tegg. 1829. an analytical review of Niebuhr's minor works, compre- This is a very excellent publication. It is remarkably hending a memoir of the author's father, the indefatiga-cheap, it is well written, and is without any sectarian ble traveller. From Suabia, we were led to expect, from spirit, or a wish to elevate one denomination at the exthe title of one of the articles, some information respect- pense of another. Mr Jones, we believe, is a member of ing Godfrey of Strasburgh, one of the most distinguished the Baptist persuasion, and is already favourably known of the Suabian poets; but the writer has disappointed us, to the public, by his History of the Waldenses, his Biblifor he confines himself to some details of Thomas the cal Cyclopædia, and other works. This compendium of Rhymer, not particularly interesting or instructive in Christian Biography is worthy of the reputation he has themselves. From Spain, we have a panegyrical, but acquired. We have to object, however, that it is by no not very graphic, notice of Jovellanos, a distinguished means so complete as we could have wished. Mr Jones, Asturian patriot; and a review of the continuation of a indeed, makes his readers acquainted with many distinwork on Guipuzcoan dances and diversions. From Italy, guished names; but there are also many whom he has we have an account of its political -economists. We have omitted altogether, and of whom something ought to have also a review of a Swedish poet, in the tone of a person been said in a work of this nature. Why has he omitted who seeks to raise the literature of one country on the Fisher Bishop of Rochester, Archbishop Abbot, Bishop ruin of every other, not so much because he feels its su

Morton of Durham, Archbishop Matthews of York, Archperiority, as because his knowledge of it is an acquire bishop Sharpe of York, the learned Selden, Archbishop ment possessed by few. There is, besides, a narrative of Sancroft, Andrew Melville, Henry Scougall, George the origin and progress of lithography, which, however, Wishart, Alascus, and many other great and distinguishis too much confined to the mechanical details of the art, ed men, both churchmen and dissenters, whom it is needand does not evince much feeling or knowledge of what less here to particularize, but who ought to have found a it has hitherto accomplished, or may be rendered capable place, and who were, to say the least, as well deserving of doing in future. The short reviews, and continental of a notice in such a work as Thomas Amory, David literary intelligence, at the end of the number, contain Bogue, Timothy Dwight, Samuel Ecking, Archibald much that is interesting and amusing. On the whole, M.Lean, or a number of others, in the accounts of whom we rise from its perusal with a conviction, that this work Mr Jones has been more than ordinarily prolix? We hope is conducted with spirit and enterprsie.

that he will attend to this hint in a future edition, and

thus make his work a still more complete catalogue raiConstantini Phorphyrogeniti Imperatoris de Cerimoniis sonné of every remarkable individual, whether in the es

Aula Byzantinæ. Libri Duo. Bonnæ. 1829. tablished or dissenting churches.

The indefatigable philologists of Bonn have just pub. lished the first volume of this work. Viewed apart, its The Vestry Library, Vol Hall's Contemplations. literary merits are not great, and the information it con- Edited by Thomas Russell, A.M. London. Holds tains none of the most interesting. But standing as an

worth and Ball. 12mo. Pp. 400. 1829. integral part of the series of Byzantine historians, (which we formerly noticed,) it contains much that throws light brary, “ is above all others distinguished by the unparal

“ The present era," says the Editor of the Vestry Lion their darker passages, and helps to complete the pic-leled efforts which are made for the diffusion of scientific ture of the court of Byzantium. We gape at the ac

and general knowledge." This is not a very new, but it counts given us by travellers of the strict etiquette and ceremonial of the courts of Ava and Pekin; but this volume is a very true remark. We really think that, in the difshows that there has been another court, little if at all

ferent departments of printing and engraving, this couninferior to these. The Emperor of Constantinople, in try has now got nearly to the topmost spoke in the liter. the tenth century, seems to have slept and waked, eat, ary ladder ; and we humbly imagine, that two or three drank, prayed, given audience, and taken exercise, accord- years at most will suffice to bring the bibliographical arts ing to a prescribed formula. Nay, his subjects had the the ingenuity or ability of man to go farther. What im

to such a pitch of perfection, that it will be impossible for manner in which they were to testify their loyalty enforced upon them by statute. We seem transported into provements may take place when Edward Irving's Mila world of form and outward show, beneath which there that happy period makes its appearance, we are of opinion

lennium arrives, it is impossible for us to say; but until beats no buman heart. Punch and Judy (we mean the

that wooden images, not the vivifying principle behind the curtain) are sensitive and intelligent beings in compari

“ The skill of artists can no farther go.” son with the actors in this gorgeous spectacle. It was The exterior of the Vestry Library is not very much in thought a bold fancy in Mrs Shelley to pourtray the com- its favour, but it has " that within which passeth show."



It is to contain a reprint of good, substantial works, on secluded coves and bays, or standing upon gently-rising religious subjects. The first volume, now before us, pre- ground, and smiling in the morning sun. The mounsents us with a work which has been before the world tains, too, which had appeared to skirt the very shore, we for two centuries, and which has, many a long year ago, now found receded for several miles, and all the intervepassed through the ordeal of criticism with no small credit ning space was occupied with fields of waving corn, garto its author. The “ Contemplations" of Joseph Hall, dens, shrubberies, and shady woods. We landed at Burntthe good bishop of Norwich, is a book which Philip Dod- island, and found, to our surprise, all the fashion and dridge (no mean authority,) has pronounced to be “in- beauty of that city assembled on the pier to receive us. comparable for language, criticism, and devotion.” This (We afterwards learned, that, as soon as our intention of is praise sufficient without any addition of ours; and, crossing the Forth was known, a revenue cutter had been wishing it all success, we leave the Vestry Library to find dispatched express to apprise the inhabitants of our coits way into as many Session Rooms on this side of the ming.) The freedom of the good town of Burntisland Tweed as possible.

was presented to us by the magistrates, with a suitable

speech, to which we were just about to reply, when our MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. eyes lighted on the most effulgent vision they had ever

It was three ladies--if angels may be called laTHE EDITOR IN HIS SLIPPERS;

dies. Two of them were arrayed in white, but she who

stood in the centre was in blue-a pure cerulean blue, A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES.

borrowed from the hue of her own eyes. We do not

know her name—we shall never know it; but as long No. III.

as blue silk exists, that maiden shall live in our memory. “ Stulta, jocosa, canenda, dolentia, seria, sacra ; En posita ante oculos, Lector amice, tuos ;

The magistrates and corporation observed our agitation, Quisquis es, hic aliquid quod delectabit habebis;

but knew not the cause. They hurried us to the counTristior an levior, selige quicquid amas."

cil chamber, and there presented us with strawberries and We have just returned from a brief ramble along the cream, noyeau, and mareschino. Alas! we had received coast of Fife. We sojourned for two days in that ancient a wound“ nullis medicabile herbis ;” although we do kingdom. The ground was somewhat new to us, and of acknowledge that we ate and drank to an extent which all things in this earth we delight in novelty. We are considerably amazed our Burntisland admirers. strongly inclined to suspect that by far the greater ma- A gorgeous and imposing procession accompanied us jority of the inhabitants of Edinburgh have a very faint from Burntisland to Aberdour, which we entered in triand indefinite notion of Fife. Walking down Northumph. We have seldom seen a village exert itself more Hanover, Frederick, or Castle Street, or slowly pacing emphatically to do honour to an illustrious visitant. Old along Queen Street, they see in the far distance across the Aberdour poured forth its two hundred inhabitants to Frith of Forth, some blue and apparently barren hills ; meet us, and from the Earl of Morton's alone came forty and, though they probably imagine that, on the other side additional spectators, who gazed upon us with a feeling of these hills, there is a civilized district of some extent, almost approaching awe. In new Aberdour the bell of they never for a moment suppose that on this side there the church was set a-ringing, and the streets were strewis any thing but sloping, unploughed fields, coming downed with flowers. We desired to be conducted to the harto the sea shore. Now this is a geographical error of bour, where Kirkham’s magnificent barge having been some magnitude, though it is one out of which we con- elegantly fitted up for our accommodation, we immediately fess that we ourselves have been only very lately emanci- proceeded on a visit to the adjacent island of Inchcombe. pated. We had heard of the Fife Ferries, and seen long We were there most hospitably received by its present and most mysterious debates concerning them recorded in proprietor, Mr Watson, who holds under the Earl of the newspapers; but what the Fife Ferries were, we Murray. We visited the old monastery, than which there thank Heaven, we were as ignorant as the child unborn. are few more interesting ruins in Scotland, and having However, as Fife was the only corner of Europe we had expressed our regret that the Earl of Murray, being at left unexplored, we suddenly conceived the resolution of present in Italy, had been deprived of the pleasure of seevisiting it, and judging for ourselves.

ing us, either here or at Dunniebirsel, we re-embarked in Having added one or two codicils to our will, and taken Kirkham's barge. It was now evening, and we observed an affectionate farewell of our family and friends, we em- that Aberdour was illuminated. Being anxious, howbarked on board a steam-boat at Newhaven, and soon af- ever, to escape from the gaieties which we knew were preterwards found ourselves careering through the mighty pared for us, we determined to sail down the coast to deep. We stood on the poop, and waving a hand—the Burntisland, and there land once more incognito. We snowy whiteness and gentlemanly delicacy of which has accomplished our purpose, though not without some difbeen long the subject of popular admiration—we ex-ficulty; and knowing that we could not long conceal claimed, with Childe Harold—“My native land, good ourselves here, we started at midnight for Kirkaldy. We night!" (We should have said “good morning,” for it preferred walking, and we walked alone. We had a was about ten a. M., but the poetical license may be par- proud pleasure in thus passing through a part of Fife, doned, considering the excited state of our feelings.) We humble and unregarded, knowing, as we did, that no one very soon cleared the Roads, where several ships were ly- had ever been seen in that country whom the people ing at anchor; and we soon afterwards descried Inchkeith would have more delighted to honour. It was cloudy on our starboard beam, reposing in the deep solitude of the and dark, and we saw little of the road along which we main ocean. About this time a seal passed athwart our bows, travelled, although we have a faint recollection that a lake and created a considerable sensation, being, at first sight, which skirted it on the left, glimmered beside us for some mistaken, by all the passengers and some of the crew, for part of the way. Our thoughts were far off, unless a whale. But the Captain, who appeared to be a man of when the lady in blue flashed across our mind, and we skill, assured us that we were not yet in a sufficiently breathed a fervent prayer that the dreams which were at northern latitude to meet with whales. This information that moment hovering round her pillow might be dreams allayed the fears of the ladies, who, having nothing else to of bliss. do, immediately grew sea-sick, and hung over the sides of It was two o'clock in the morning when we knocked at the vessel.

the door of the Bell Inn of Kirkaldy, kept by Mrs Lowe. As we neared the coast of Fife, it became, of course,

Little did the fair damsel who gave us admissiov, guess more distinctly visible ; and our astonishment was not who was crossing the threshold; and little did the smart small to discover that it was thickly studded with towns waiter who brought us supper conceive who was devourand villages, either peeping out, like birds' nests, from little ing his cold chicken!. We felt like Alfred in the neatherd's cottage ; or Peter the Great in the wood-yard at Now, in thy bark late launch'd on fame, Rotterdam. All this time we had worn boots, but now

A score of bards are skippers, we ordered SLIPPERS. There was a faltering in our voice That would have given Rome a nameas we pronounced the word, which almost betrayed us.

Made Grecians sigh for SLIPPERS. The slippers were produced, but such slippers —gay, red, cockney affairs, into which our expansive feet would There dulness lives not, and the race scarcely peep. The whole force of our affections for the

Of milk and water sippers, slippers we had left behind burst forth at once, and we

With see-saw rhyme, shall ne'er disgrace exclaimed despairingly,

The Editor in SLIPPERS. “ Heu! quantum minus est cum reliquis versari,

If gratitude by man is due Quam tui meminisse !"

To knowledge-box equippers,

The world shall vote their thanks to you, In the whole world --- in the whole universe --- in all

And venerate your SLIPPERS. space---there is but one pair of slippers like those by which we have been rendered immortal, and to which we

The Greek Pashas, and Afric chiefs, have returned the compliment.

The Indian money-grippers, We walked next day seven or eight miles through

Jews, Christians, men of all beliefs, Kirkaldy, the west end of which, we are informed, was

Turn pilgrims to thy SLIPPERS. never yet reached by any traveller who entered from the east, or the east by any one who entered from the west. And modest beauty, jealous grown,-Captain Cochrane, who walked to Kamtschatka, tried to

Fearful thy power outstrip hers, walk through Kirkaldy, but failed, having been taken Shall beg to place her toe upon dangerously ill when he had got about half-way. It is

The corner of thy SLIPPERS. called “ the long town of Kirkaldy;" but what its length really is, remains to be discovered by some future And if an humble genius pine, Mungo Park, Bruce, or Clapperton. At length, per

Wedged in misfortune's nippers--ceiving the citizens beginning to make preparations for How blest if one kind word of thine our advent, which they expected would take place in the

Should link him with thy SLIPPERS! course of that day, we flung ourselves into a carriage-andfour, galloped first to Kinghorn, and then to Pettycur, What need of more ?---though I could wear where we found a steam-boat ready to sail, and were

The fingers off my flippers, once more safely landed at Newhaven, almost before the In multiplying rhymes, to bear people of Kirkaldy had made the appalling discovery that

Upon thy deathless SLIPPERS. we had been among them, without their knowing it ! “ Encore, après un an, je te revois, Arbate.” Once tations to dinner-parties, to pic-nic parties, to aquatie

We next open twenty-seven cards, which contain inrimore behold us in our study, restored, dear reader, to thee, parties, to fêtes-champêtres, to the houses of country genand to our slippers. Have we not cause for mutual con- tlemen, to public meetings, and to every kind of entergratulation? After all, “ there is no place like home.” tainment to which invitations are ever sent. We rarely What a mountain of new books, and what an uncountable number of letters, await our return! It will take comes, we go if we are in the mood, and if not, they

or never answer any of these cards, but when the day us hours merely to open them. But now that the even- must do the best they can without us. We are not naing sunlight is streaming into our room, we shall light turally vain, but the adulation of a too partial world has our pastilles of sandal-wood, whose odorific smoke will a slight tendency towards making us so. Here is one of mingle with the breath of flowers, and surround us with those cards, over which we have just happened to cast our a dreamy and delicious atmosphere, as, stretched along eye,

from as excellent a fellow as breathes ---one who has the sofa with the marble table by its side, we proceed to boarded many an enemy's ship, sword in hand, and is select from our papers an agreeable oglio for that most in- now at the very top of the honourable profession to which tellectual and valuable class of the community---the read- he belongs. He is not now quite so young as he has ers and admirers of the Edinburgu LITERARY JOURNAL. been, but he still retains all the enthusiasm and warm

And what, in the present instance, can be more ap- feelings of youth. He writes to us from Plymouth, propriate to begin with than the following spirited effu- whence he is just about to sail on a short cruise :sion, with the sentiments expressed in which, the author assures us, that all mankind heartily coincides ?--


My pennant streams over the waters

The Swan's on its mountain of snow-
'Tis not for men of simple rhyme,

Adieu ! then, Edina's sweet daughters :
Nor yet for moonstruck dippers

Afloat ---Oh! afloat we must go !
In Helicon, with paltry chime
To celebrate thy SLIPPERS.

Come sup with old Neptune with me

We'll leave "fe's fetters

And we'll
I'd sweep such scribblers off the earth-

Genius alone should sing the birth

Of genius in SLIPPERS.


The “ Noctes” still may rule the night,

And North and Hogg be whippers
Of dulness; but a brighter light

Shall glow around thy SLIPPERS.

In shoes thou canst a Tartar prove,

Thy boots shin-peeling trippers ;
But gentle as the woodland dove,

In thy immortal SLIPPERS..




When every subscriber's a creditor,

circumstances ; she put the best face on it possible--Every opponent is dd!

brought up her lee-way---steadied her pace to a mira

cle---cocked her head---and, from her very anxiety to Off!---off with your long gown and slippers ; disguise her unsteadiness, immediately tripped, stum

In summer you scribblers should roam : bled, and all but came in contact with the person of her 'Tis better to blow out with skippers,

pastor. Dr C. saw Tibby's situation, and knew her geThan fall out with lubbers at home.

neral character as well as her foible, so, continuing that

benignity of countenance which was natural to him, he Odd, zooks ! when the zephyrs are blowing, proceeded to rally Tibby in the following terms :--

Would the JOURNALIST skulk upon shore ? “ Hout, tout, Tibby, woman, ye're reeling, I No! tell all the town you are going,

Tibby heard the assertion, and being more accustomed to And off with the old Commodore !

the professional than to the English sense of the term,

incontinently and gaily rejoined, “ Weel, minister, ye Away! oh! away o'er the billows ;

ken a body canna aye be spinnin'.” Away! my old hearty, with me : You'll find us a set of good fellows,

We have said before that Glasgow contains several And July's the month for the sea !

poets. The following Sonnet is by a new aspirant, and A curious document was lately put into our hands, it does him no discredit : which, we believe, has never before been given to the public, and a copy of which we have pleasure in being now able to lay before our readers. It is an original let

A day-a summer day of sunshine, with ter in the handwriting of George III., addressed to his

The merry music of clear fountains rilling friend and preceptor, the Earl of Bute, shortly after his

Down the green hills,—the honey dew distilling accession in 1761. It is interesting in several points of

On tree and flower that sweetly openeth view, and particularly as it contains the original order

Unto the welcome light,—the hum of bees for the pension that was settled upon Home, the author

Bent homeward,— birds responsive in their notes of “ Douglas,” and places the character of our late mo

To Echo many-voiced,—the winged breeze narch in the most amiable, and, we may say, endearing

Soft fanning Nature's spirit as she floats light. We print it verbatim as it is in the original :--

Upon the waveless sea of balm ;-a day

A summer day, with all the loveliness

Of light and shade, and a soft eye to trace MY DEAREST FRIEND,--- In looking over the list we The sunset glory :-all has pass'd away! made together, I feel myself still in debt, particularly to And thou—wilt thou, too, go?-Oh, what to me poor Home; no office occurs to me that I think fit for

One moment-one in heaven--and not with thee? him; I, therefore, desire you would give him £300 per annun out of my privy purse, which mode will be of

Mr Brydson, who has already appeared in our pages, more utility to him, as it will come free from the bur- and who is, besides, the author of a small volume of then of taxes, and infamous fees of office. I have a poetry, also resides, we believe, in Glasgow. The two double satisfaction in giving Home this mark of my fa- following pieces are by him, and contain much of that vour, as I know the execution of it will be as agreeable gentle, meditative pensiveness, for which we like his to my dearest friend as the directing it is to myself.

style. He always writes pleasingly :
I remain,

My dear Friend, yours, &c.

Sunday Morning, Eight.
The reader will not fail to remark, among other things,
the phrase—“ the infamous fees of office"- -as something

Janet Wilson and Catharine Gray remarkable in the lips of a King. The date, too,---“ Sun

Here spent many a happy day. day Morning, Eight,”--indicates the most regular and Though fair and peaceful is the scene, healthy habits.

With groves behind and fields before We love to study variety; so we shall next present our Though to life's troubled sea, I ween, readers with

It seems a quiet shore-
I love it better when ye say,

“ Here spent we many a happy day;"
An unpublished Anecdote.
The late venerated Dr C., of Cupar, was in the habit

Ye tell me not of midnight balls of taking his evening walk, on the high-road, in the im

That through the heart a sunshine spread, mediate neighbourhood of the town. During one of

And left it gloomy as the walls these stated excursions, he had occasion to meet several

From which their tapers fled ; people returning from Ceres market, whose conversation

No midnight revels—ye but say, and step indicated that Ceres and Bacchus had not been

“Here spent we many a happy day." separated. Amongst the rest, a well-known, canty little body, of the name of “Tibby Brown,” hove in sight, ma- No diary of sun and shower, nifestly after having made, as was sometimes Tibby's

Of fashion's dull variety, practice, a little too free with a certain little stoup, which The jocund and the listless hour, Tibby was a character, and though

The smile that brought the sighsomewhat addicted to a glass at orra times, was a well- No diary-ye only say, doing body upon the whole, kept a clean well-swept “ Here spent we many a happy day." house, a sonsy cat, and a cheerful tongue in her head, what time the minister paid her a visit. Tibby, however, Small the memorial—yet to me had that day disposed of some sale yarn, and had tithed It opens up a lovely train the price to the amount of a cheerful glass with the mer- Of summer eves, whose witchery chant who purchased it. Tibby was close upon her pas

Can ne'er be felt again; tost, ere she perceived him, and finding it impossible to Yes, they were lovely—for ye say, retreat, did, what most people would have done in her “ Here spent we many a happy day."





contains a gill.


Of birch-embower'd walks at noon,

Auld Jannet grew wanton, auld Jannet grew braw,
Where to no ear the hermit stream,

Wore new-fangled mutches, red ribbons, an'a';
Save yours, fair maids, its fitful tune

At bridal or blythe meat, at preachin' or fair,
Murmur'd as in a dream-

The priest might be absent, but Jannet was there.
Yes, ye have wander'd thus—ye say,
“ Here spent we many a happy day.”

Auld Jannet grew skeich, an' auld Jannet grew crouse,

An' she thocht a gudeman a great mense to a house,
Of tales beside the winter hearth,

An'aft to hersell she was sich an' complain,
When storms were up amid the night,

“O woman's a wearifu' creature alane !"
But only added to your mirth,
And made the fire more bright

The clack o' sic beinness broucht customer's routh,
Yes, ye were joyous then-ye say,

To crack wi' the carlin an' slocken their drouth;
“ Here spent we many a happy day.".

An' mony's the wooer who vow'd and declared,

He'd sell his best yaud to win auld Jannet Baird.
These balmy eves—these nights and days
Have faded from the earth and sky;

But Jannet had secretly nourish'd for lang
The tearful eyes have ceased to gaze

A sort o' love-liking for honest Laird Strang;
That wept your last good-by-

“ He's sober an' civil---his youth can be spared ;
For ye departed—else why say,

He'd mak'a douce husband," quoth auld Jannet Baird. “ Here spent we many a happy day ?".

The wooer that's hooly is oftentimes crost, 'Tis eloquent that parting lay

An' words wared on courtin' are often words lost; 'Tis tender---and I will not seek

“ For better for waur, here's my loof,” quoth the Laird ; To dash the trickling tear away

“ Content ; it's a bargain,” quoth auld Jannet Baird. From off my burning cheek, That falls in grief, because ye say,

The marriage was settled, the bridal day set, “ Here spent we many a happy day?"

The priest, an' the piper, an' kindred, were met,

They've wedded, and bedded, an' siccerly pair'd,

She's now Mrs Strang that was auld Jannet Baird. ON RECOVERING A LOST COPY OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE's

One of the best story-tellers living has furnished us POEMS.

with the curious anecdote which we subjoin :
Back to my bosom come, thou early friend ;
Strange changes have I seen since last with thee

I sat beneath mine own laburnum tree,
And turn'd thy well-known pages to an end,

And watch'd the rays of summer eve descend,

Some years ago, there used to be pointed out, upon the Like blessings on the quiet roof of home,

streets of Glasgow, a man whose intellects had been unAnd heard the little voice that bade me come

settled upon a very strange account. When a youth, he To sing the ev'ning psalm. And thou didst lend had happened to pass a lady on a crowded thoroughfare--Thy pictured stores to beautify the dream

a lady whose extreme beauty, though dimmed by the inThat hung around me through the silent night,

tervention of a veil, and seen but for a moment, made an Bringing loved forms. Ah, little did I deem

indelible impression upon his mind. This lovely vision Few years would sweep them from my waking sight !- shot rapidly past him, and was in an instant lost amidst This comfort visits my lone heart with thee,

the commonplace crowd through which it moved. He That these shall meet me in eternity.

was so confounded by the tumult of his feelings, that he In a different strain is the following successful imita- could not pursue, or even attempt to see it again. Yet tion of the livelier sort of old south-country ballad. It is he never afterwards forgot it. a communication from a Kirkcudbright correspondent :

With a mind full of distracting thoughts, and a heart

filled alternately with gushes of pleasure and of pain, the AULD JANNET BAIRD---A SANG TO ITS AIN TUNE.

man slowly left the spot where he had remained for some Chorus.

minutes as it were thunderstruck. He soon after, withAuld Jannet Baird, auld Jannet Baird,

out being aware of what he wished, or what he was doing, A wonderfu' woman was auld Jannet Baird,

found himself again at the place. He came to the very Come gentle or semple, come cadger or caird,

spot where he had stood when the lady passed, mused A groat made them welcome wi' auld Janet Baird.

for some time about it, went to a little distance, and then

came up as he had come when he met the exquisite subAuld Jannet Baird was a changewife o' fame,

ject of his reverie---unconsciously deluding himself with Wha keepit good liquor, as weel's a gude name;

the idea that this might recall her to the spot. She came Could pray wi' the priest, an' could lauch wi' the laird, not; he felt disappointed; he tried again; still she abFor learn'd an' leesome was auld Jannet Baird.

stained from passing. He continued to traverse the place

till the evening, when the street became deserted. By Auld Jannet could brew a browst o' gude ale,

and by, he was left altogether alone. He then saw that An' baket gude bannocks to quicken its sale,

all his fond efforts were vain, and he left the silent, lonely An', while that a customer's pouch held a plack,

street at midnight, with a soul as desolate as that gloomy Auld Jannet ne'er fail'd in her sang or her crack. terrace.

For weeks afterwards he was never off the streets. He Auld Jannet Baird was baith gaucy an’ sleek,

wandered hither and thither throughout the town, like a Wi’ the cherry's dark red on her lip an' her cheek, forlorn ghost. In particular, he often visited the place Wi' a temper and tongue like a fiddle in tune,

where he had first seen the object of his abstracted thoughts, An' merry an' licht as a lavrock in June.

as if he considered that he had a better chance of seeing

her there than any where else. He frequented every place Auld Jannet Baird had a purse fu' o' gowd,

of public amusement to which he could purchase admisA but an'a ben wi' gude plenishen stow'd,

sion ; and he made the tour of all the churches in the A kist fu' o' naiprie, a cow, an' kail yard ;

town. All was in vain. He never again placed his eyes An' wha was sae bein or sae braw 's Jannet Baird ? upon that angelic countenance. She was ever present to

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