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his mental optics--but she never appeared in a tangible | Then leave me, youth, leave me; through life's flowery form. Without her essential presence, all the world be- lawn, side was to him as a blank.--a wilderness.

Go seek out a maiden more fitting for thee; Madness invariably takes possession of the mind which Ob! what wad ye do wi' a weak trembling han', broods over-much or over-long upon some engrossing And a poor broken heart, that maun lie down and dee?" idea. So did it prove with this singular lover. He grew innocent, as the people of this country tenderly phrase it.

A poem, entitled, “ And art thou False,” in the last His insanity, however, was little more than mere ab EDITOR IN HIS SLIPPERS, will probably be recollected, bestraction. The course of his mind was stopped at a par- cause it was a powerful and original composition. We ticular point. After this he made no further progress in subjoin another by the same author : any intellectual attainment. He acquired no new ideas.

THE RINGLET. His whole soul stood still. He was like a clock stopped at a particular hour, with some things, too, about him,

I tear thy ringlet from my breast, which, like the motionless indices of that machine, pointed

The last remaining token out the date of the interruption. As, for instance, he

Of spirits wed,

of love confest,--ever after wore a peculiarly long-backed and high-necked

Of promises all broken ;coat, as well as a neckcloth of a particular spot---being the

I shed no tear, I heave no sigh, fashion of the year when he saw the lady. Indeed, he

No show of grief I borrow, was a sort of living memorial of the dress, gait, and man

But there is meaning in my eye, ners of a former day. It was evident that he clung with

And language in my sorrow. a degree of fondness to every thing which bore relation to

Though silent—though it utter not the great incident of his life. Nor could he endure any

The sounds of noisy feeling, thing that tended to cover up or screen from his recollec

My heart bleeds, burns--a blighted spot, tion that glorious yet melancholy circumstance. He had

Too wither'd far for healing. the same feeling of veneration for that day---that circumstance--and for himself, as he then existed--which For many years, with anxious care, caused the chivalrous lover of former times to preserve

Through other lands I bore it; upon his lips, as long as he could, the imaginary delight

It spoke of thee, it chased despair, which they had drawn from the touch of his mistress's

And on my heart I wore it. hand.

O God! the hour is present now, When I last saw this unfortunate person, he was get

'Tis through my memory rushing--ting old, and seemed still more deranged than formerly.

That hour 'twas taken from thy brow, Every female whom he met on the street, especially if at

Our hearts with rapture gushing ; all good looking, he gazed at with an enquiring, anxious

O! every word, and every look, expression; and when she had passed, he usually stood

The hour, the place, the fond confession, still a few moments and mused, with his eyes cast upon

Sweep through my bosom, wildly shook the ground. It was remarkable, that he gazed most

By torturing memory's whirlwind passion.

Loved one! that night, when far from men, anxiously upon women whose age and figures most nearly resernbled that of his unknown mistress at the time he had

We pledged an oath in sight of heaven! seen her, and that he did not appear to make allowance

An oath I've often breathed since then,--for the years which had passed since his eyes met that vi

May oaths be broken and forgiven? sion. This was part of his madness. Strange power of

That oath is broken, well I know,

Else had I never known this sadness; love! Incomprehensible mechanism of the human heart!

'Tis broken !---broken by a blow Alexander Maclaggan, of whose poetical capabilities we

That urged my brain, my soul, to madness! still continue to think highly, has been already introduced

I know not what I write ;---nor why! to our readers. They will not be displeased to meet with

The poison'd past is round me gather'd, another recent production by him, especially one possess

And through the present I descry ing so much merit as the following:

Futurity untimely wither'd.
O! was it not enough for me

Misfortune's vilest venom drinking,

The foot-ball of adversity,
By Alexander Maclaggan.

Beneath a world of misery sinking,--

Say, was it not enough that I « Now tell me, sweet Mary! our gay village pride,

Had these and hate and envy borne, What for sae doon-hearted and thoughtfu' ye be ;

That thou shouldst faith and fondness fly, Draw back that lang sigh, and I'll mak ye my bride,

And on thy lover look with scorn! For I'm wae to see tears at sae gentle an ee.

Ah ! if I e'er again should view Look aboon ye, the suì in its glory is lowin'

The scenes of love and youthful dreaming, Look around ye, Love, a' is a flowery lea;

Where oft we met, and meet with you Thy light foot is kiss'd by the wee modest gowan,-

By crystall drills through woodlands streaming-Will ye po smile on naething that's smiling to thee?"

How shall we meet,---how pass---how part?

'Tis for an hour like this I tremble ; “ I ken, gentle youth! that a' nature looks braw in

Absent, I may control my heart, * Her robe wrought wi' flowers, and her saft smile o' glee;

But present, I could not dissemble. But look at this leaf that beside me hath fa'en,

But go, and if thy heart forgive, It has fa'en, puir thing, and ne'er miss't frae the tree;

Loved one, I shall ne'er upbraid thee; O sae maun I fa' soon, and few will e'er miss me,

Farewell! and mayst thou happy live, My sleep is for aye, when I next close my ee;

Happier far than I had made thee ! But the dew will weep o'er me, and friendly Death bless me,

I tear thy ringlet from my heart, And the wind through the night will cry, 'O wae's me !

And with it all thy vows I sever ;

And now farewell! We part---yes, part !--* I ken they look fair, every rose on yon thorn,

Are twain from henceforth and for ever! Wi' the innocent wee buds just opening their een ; But the rose I liked best, is a' blighted an' torn,

There is a mixture of the comic and the sad in the folAnd 6'er its dead blossom the grass grows green! jowing Scotch ballad, which pleases us :

SONG.

THE LAIRD'S BRIDE.

as a colt, he is a civil fellow ; so are they a', a' civil fel

lows. Tom Spring might fill the office o' the late Beau The laird cam’hame wi' his braw young bride,

Nash. He is a beautiful out fighter, but is completely To fend in his forebears' ha';

out at a close or a wind up. Little Dick Curtis spars An' wow but she was a blythesome queen

exquisitely, and stops to admiration; he is sharp as a As ever my auld een saw !

needle, an' sound as a prin, which is a rare thing to be Her bosom, that keek't through the silken gause,

met wi', since the ring was deprived o' the services o' Was pure as the new-born snaw;

Jackson an’ Belcher. I had a set-to with Big Brown, An' the genty mak' o' her pearly hause

he being the only man o' my weight present. Brown

boxes like a bullock, without skill or caution, and reLike the stem o' a lily in blaw.

minds ane o' Josh Hudson, an' Leadenhall market. The tresses that flew round her lightsome brow

Throughout, the sport was excellent, an' I wad very Were gowden as gowden mought be,

willingly enter into particulars, were it not that ye may Like the wee curly clouds that play roun' the sun,

think me gaun to the deevil, as boxing north the Tweed is When he's just ga’en to drap in the sea.

considered the brother o' blackguardism. But I maun

say that's cutting before the point. I dinna deny but An' wow but the fiddlers play'd bonny an' sweet, some o' the professional men are low, pitiful blackguards; An' bauldly the pipers blew ;

but this rests wi' the men, not the profession, Wi’a few For she strack ilka note wi' her wee fairy feet, exceptions, the sporting-houses are among the most reAs through the dance she flew.

spectable in London. There ye will find officers o' the

army an' navy, gentlemen legal an' medical, monied men I wat but the laird was a buirdly chiel',

an' landed proprietors, editors an' authors. They patronSae strappin' an' straught to the sight;

ise the arts more than any other, (that is, in their ain line,) An' he flung through the reel, wi' his winsome bride, including portraits o' the Fancy-races an' racers-pheaAs swift as a flash o' light.

sants_cocksrabbits-pigeons---dogs---I had almost said

rats, and so on. I am an enemy to prize-fighting—every Alack, sma' cause hae we to be crouse

man of feeling must be so, who has seen a human being carO’aught in this fickerin' warl';

ried out o'the ring, resembling naething in heaven or earth, An' far less cause has mortal man

unless it be a plum-pudding half cut up, and anointed wi' Anent aught earthly to quarrel.

brandy. I am also an enemy to gambling of every de

scription. I am an enemy to betting and wagering, For, wae an' alack ! that bonny young bride,

But what have these to do wi' boxing ? Boxing, in itAt the peep o' the following day,

self, is not bad; but its abuse is bad. It is a necessary Lay cauld an' stiff by her bridegroom's side,

and a manly exercise. Every man should practise an' A lifeless form o' clay.

encourage it. I see nae mair harm in a friendly turn up

wi' the gloves, than in running, jumping, or wrestling, An' the guests that cam' to the bridal ha', Sae fou o' glee an' mirth,

all o' which are excellent, healthy, manly amusements.

It is only a blackguard art, in so far as it is left to the Wended alang wi' her blooming bodie,

care o' blackguards. Under Jackson, boxing was as reAn' laid it deep in the earth.

spectable as fencing. An' the laird dwined awa like the melting snaw We happen to have in our possession the original copy, Before the mid-day sun ;

written in his own hand, (a good strong hand,) of the An' lang before twa weeks were ower,

following lines by Robert Pollok, author of " The Course His earthly race was run.

of Time." We believe they have already appeared in a

Glasgow publication, but it is perhaps worth while reAn oft, as I gaze on that mouldering ha',

printing them here, as a literary relic of a man of genius : An' think on its ancient pride,

LINES,
The tears come trickling down my cheeks,
For the fate o' the laird and his bride.

By Robert Pollok, Author of The Course of Time,"

At morn a dew-bathed rose I past, The naïve, yet shrewd, manner in which our friend

All lovely on its native stalk, Dr M‘Donald (heretofore quoted on the subject of Ed

Unmindful of the noonday blast ward Irving and Fletcher) describes many of the sights

That strew'd it on my evening walk.
of London, has found much favour in our eyes. We give
another amusing specimen of his epistolary style :

So, when the morn of life awoke,
THE GENTLEMEN OF THE FANCY.

My hopes sat bright on fancy's bloom,

Forgetful of the death-aim'd stroke (Extract of a Letter from Dr M Donald to a Friend in Scotland.)

That laid them in my Helen's tomb. I went to Harry Holt's the other day, and was usher- Watch there, my hopes,- watch Helen sleep, ed into the presence o' the assembled Fancy, where Alec Nor more with sweet-lipp'd fancy rave ; Reid, the Chelsea snob, presided as master o' the cere- But, with the long grass, sigh and weep monies. The round an'athletic forms o' Jem Ward and At dewy eve by Helen's grave. Tom Spring attracted my admiration. The former, who is the present champion, is what may be termed a hard

There is a racy antique humour about the following

Sonnet, which we like. up cove,--that is, he is generally a tailor's day's work be

It comes to us from the banks hind his brethren in point o' toggery. An' that, let me

of the Clyde, where the Clyde is a frith : tell you, makes a deevilish lang day's drawback upon bet

A SONNET OF THE OLD SCHOOL. ter men than boxers ; the best shape looks fabby,—the A knychte beneath hys ladye's tour ystode, sternest eye looks to the ground,-an' the straightest back The moone schone bryghte, and swotely thus song hee: stoops. But to proceed, Jem is undoubtedly the first pu- “ Wake, wake, mie queene, and, fur the lufe of Godde, gilist in the ring, wi' an excellent bottom; but, from the Assuage the sorrow thatte consumeth me! warst o' motives—the white feather has been visible--he Harke to the nachtygalle upon the trec,is not a good man. His up stroke is terrible ; it is peeu- Harke to the lark on mornynge's cresset syngin', liar to him an' Harry Jones ; an' though he is ignorant Harke piteous echoes backe mie dittie ryngin'!

Mochte they not melt thy stony herte in thee ?”

And nightshade drops its deadly dew Then lyke a whyte swanne from a willow grove,

Sadly on the sombre yew --Or as a beme from a derke cloud you see,

Evergreen of misery-The knychte was ware of her that he did lufe ;

'Tis for me. She threw the lattice wyde, and thus said shee,- The slumber of a summer night is about to steal upon * Goode manne! I wish thie herpe was atte the Divill!

us, yet, before we sleep, we have a serious word to say. Go home to bedde !"---which was not very civill..

Let it not enter the imagination of any one, that it is a At the battle of Sheriff-Muir, somebody called out, light and easy matter to secure an introduction to the “O! for one hour of Dundee !” We shall give our read- EditoR IN HIS SLIPPERS. Solemnly do we declare, that ers just five minutes of Dundee, in the shape of some we look upon it as the highest compliment which can be good, spirited stanzas, which come from that town, and paid to any living author. Our selections upon the preare written by a gentleman who signs himself “ F." sent occasion have exceeded our usual limits, not because

we have been one iota less scrupulous in our choice, but A GREEK SAILOR'S WAR SONG.

because, after laying aside whole cart-loads of dross, we My gallant ship! again—again in freedom shalt thou bound, still found that communications had poured in so thick Once more upon the trembling main thy thunders shall upon us, we had an embarras de richesses to contend with. resound;

The day may yet come, when men shall tell it to their And heroes from thy boards shall leap on the red deck of children, and to their children's children, that the Great the foe,

EDITOR IN HIS SLIPPERS, HE who never looked either to When the grappling fight is ship to ship, and sabres deal the right or to the left, but straight on in pursuit of gethe blow.

nius, spoke kindly of some one of their productions, and

handed it down to posterity along with his own timeHark! messmates, now the breeze is loud, to the wind honoured name.

That day may yet come ! ---we see it your canvass spread;

bursting through the far futurity ;---" think on't---dream Again we feel our hearts beat proud, as the sounding deck on't.”

we tread. Farewell—the maids of that soft isle—though long we've

ORIGINAL POETRY. own'd their swayNor melting tear, nor witching smile, shall tempt our

A SUMMER EVENING DREAM. farther stay.

By Charles Doyne Sillery. Far other raptures now we seek than Love's soft votaries One bright summer day, in my own native bowers, know,

I lay down to sleep mid the beautiful flowers ; The bliss that fills the warrior Greek, when falls his I was lull’d by the zephyrs that play'd through the trees, Turkish foe;

With the sweet song of birds, and the murmur of bees; When on their decks our falchions flash, in mingling And I dreamt me a dream of so lovely an elf, conflict hot,

That to think of that vision is heaven itself! Or when their distant riggings crash beneath our whist- Methought through the sunshine came floating, from far, ling shot.

A bright burning planet-a beautiful star!

And the nearer it hung o'er my wondering eyes, Oh, these are joys but known to mento men who dare The brighter its beauty, the deeper its dyes ;be free!

Then I saw, through a cloud of carnations and roses, We've feltthem, and we yet again to seek them scour the sea; The Spirit of Bliss, in that star who reposes ;Where'er around our country's shore the Moslem banners fly, Her fair flowing hair was like morn's living gold, Shall there be heard the battle's roar---shall there the When the sun in his robes of rich purple is rollid; crescent lie.

Her eyes were as soft as the dewy blue-bells,

That bow their gemm'd cups in my own native dells; We will wipe out the slavish stain our race has borne so long, As pure was her bosom, as bright was her brow, And Greece shall be the land again of heroes and of song; As the new-fall’n flake of the cold mountain snow; And Genius from her slumbers deep shall wake to sleep And Flora had lavish'd her loveliest wealth no more!

On her cheeks, which were tinged with the blushes of And Salamis' blue waves shall sweep as proudly as of yore ! health :

One other short effusion, and we have done. The idea And she press’d to her red lips her delicate hand, of the following song is pretty, and we recommend it as As taper'd and white as the peeld willow wand; well worthy of a place in any gentleman's album, who And the diamond tiara that circled her head may be in want of something of the kind, to indicate that She sat mid the flowers, like a spirit of light,

Was ywoven with roses all dewy and red : he is just a little unhappy :

In the heaven of her loveliness, beaming and bright ! SONG TO MARY.

And she earnestly gazed, as she something would say,
There is a wreath of dewy flowers,

While the bower of her beauty was floating away:
Companion of life's joyous hours,

But I heard a sweet voice, that cried, “ Angel! on! on!"
Entwisted with the eglantine,

I awoke with the music the spirit was gone!
And tendrils of the laughing vine;
And honeysuckle buds between

ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT.
The polish'd leaves of holly green ;

By Charles Doyne Sillery.
And roses, blushing into view,---
To enrich the lily's milder hue ---

“Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
Fit for temples fancy free---

Thou art gone, sweet babe! to an early tomb; 'Tis for thee.

As a rose-bud is pluck'd ere it opens to bloom :

Thou art gone, dear babe, thou art gone to heaven,
There is a wreath of cypress boughs,

As the dew-drop exhaled from its earthly leaven.
Emblem dull of hopeless woes,
Bound with tiny sliver shred,

Ah, yes !—thou art gone to thy home in the skies,
From tearful willow's drooping head ;

Where the tears, dear child, shall be wiped from thive eyes;
Where mingled rue, with languid grace,

Where thine innocent soul shall expand in bliss,
Shrinks from ivy's cold embrace,

In a world far brighter and better than this !

Ah! beautiful babe ! may thy heart's pure love

Mr D. M. Moir, Surgeon, Musselburgh, is preparing for publica.

tion a medico-popular treatise on the Diseases and Dietetic ManageBud_bloom, like the rose, in these realms above;

ment of Children ; with an appendix on the culture of the infant May the green turf lie light o'er thine innocent breast

mind, and the relative excellences and defects of the various systeins God love thee, my baby !-0! sweet be thy rest !

of education now in use. As the praise which hath pass'd from an angel's tongue,

Mr Galt is preparing for publication a work on the present state

and prospects of the settlements in Upper Canada. As a hymn which a spirit in Heaven has sung,

We have received a copy of a new edition, just published at PaisAs a cloud that dissolves in the boundless blue sky, As the tear that has fall’n from thy grieved mother's eye ; ley, of the Memoir of the Rev. Pliny Flisk, late Missionary to Pales

tine, with a Preface and Notes, by the Rev. Robert Burns, D.D. We As the star lost in light on the bright brow of morning, noticed the Edinburgh edition of this work some time ago. As a wild-flower that fades while the forest adorning, Pelham, the Disowned, and Almack's Revisited, have been trans

lated into German, and published at Aix-la-Chapelle. As a snow-flake just melted away in the river,

A complete edition of the works of Moliere has been published in Thou art gone, lovely babe, thou art gone for ever!

the Polish language.

Mr Kendal is preparing for publication a full and illustrated stateLITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

ment of his hypothesis, that the circulation in the sea is analagous MR BUCKINGHAM'S LECTURES. This gentleman's Lectures, to the circulation of the blood. which commenced on Monday last, and have continued every even- Memoirs of the Life and Works of George Romney, the celebrated ing during the week, appear to be exciting much interest, and giving painter, by his son, the Reverend John Romney, B.D., is in the great satisfaction, in this city. We are, for our own part, heartily dis

press. posed to approve of the favourable impression which he has made.

PLAGIARISM (From a Correspondent.)- In the number of the We have heard him with no common degree of pleasure; and consi. Monthly Magazine for the present month, there occurs the following der ourselves called upon to declare, that we were never before in

egregious blunder at the conclusion of a review of the “ Life and possession of such vivid and accurate notions of all that is remark.

Services of Captain Beaver.” “ Among the documents which are col. able in the countries he undertakes to describe, as those with which

lected at the end of the volume, is a single ballad, written by Captain we have been supplied by him. Egypt, Arabia, Palestine, Mesopo

Beaver at the age of fifteen. It has enough of lyrical ease to prove tamia, and Persia, have been successively delineated, with all their that, if he had cultivated the art, he might have succeeded ; and as wonders, both of art and nature, in a manner which makes us now

a song of the sea, by a sailor, it is a curiosity.” They then quote the feel comparatively at home upon these subjects. Numerous circum

well-known song, slightly altered from the original, stances concur in recommending Mr Buckingham's Lectures to the

“ Up in the wind, three leagues or more," public, viewing them merely in a literary and popular point of view, which all the world (excepting the biographer of Beaver, and the and altogether apart from the grand national question with which reviewer) is aware was written by Richard Cumberland, the celebrated however, they are all more or less connected. In the first place, Mr

dramatist, after the action between the Milford frigate, and the Due Buckingham has himself been in the countries of which he treats, and

de Coigny, fought 10th May, 178C, in which frigate Cumberland sail. has seen with his own eyes every thing he describes. If he speaks of ed on a mission to Lisbon for the British Government, and an acthe Pyramids, he has stood on their top; if of the Nile, he has bathed

count of which he details in the first volume of his amusing memoirs, in its waters; if of Mecca, he has made the pilgrimage to the holy along with a copy of the song above alluded to; yet this very song *shrine; if of Palmyra, he has been among its ruins. In the second

is copied by two wiseacres as the production of Captain Bearer at place, information conveyed orally has a great advantage over that

the age of fifteen! This is as bad as the oft-repeated blunder about which comes to us through the medium of books. It is amazing how

the lines on the Bible, spoken by the White Lady of Avenel, in the much the looks and gestures of the speaker contribute to give distinct

“Monastery," but which have been in spite of all that has been said ness and graphic force to the pictures he attempts to sketch. A book

in contradiction) inserted in every collection of sacred and serious is the best substitute we can have for its author, but it is only a substi- poetry for the last half-dozen years, with the Signature of Lord Byron tute. Mr Buckingham is both the book and the author in one, and the eternally appended to the right-hand corner of the said lines ! effect produced is therefore doubled. In the third place, Mr Buck.

Theatrical Gossip.-The season of the Italian Opera, or King's ingham's manner is exceed ingly prepossessing and agreeable. One Theatre, is drawing towards a close. Laporte, the manager, has alsees at once that he is a gentleman, and entitled to respect as well as ready commenced preparations for his next campaign. To his present to attention. He is a man apparently fully past middle life, but strength, which consists principally of Malibran, Sontag, Pisaroni, hale and active, with an intelligent and pleasant expression of coun

Mlle. Blasis, Donzells, and Curioni, he proposes to add Lalande, the tenance, and with a modest but energetic and business-like mode of

celebrated prima donna of Naples and Milan, and Lablaiche, an delivery, which effectually prevents the minds of his audience from equally famous bass singer. Pasta, Velluti, and De Begnis, seem to wandering. In addition to all this, he is excellently skilled in the art

be keeping aloof from the Opera at present. Caradori, it is said, is of pleasing a popular assembly, by intermixing with his graver and

about to visit Italy for a few months.-A new Opera, by Rossini, more important matter a number of light and amusing stories. On

called " William Tell," is to be produced speedily at Paris.-Miss the whole, we can safely say, that we know of no way in which a body Paton has been singing at the Ipswich Theatre.-Wallack has just of really substantial and useful knowledge may be more easily and returned from America, and is accompanied by a younger brother, effectually attained than by attending a course of Mr Buckingham's who is said to be an excellent actor, especially in Irish characters Lectures. So much does this seem to be also the opinion of the inha

The managing committee of Drury-lane are stated to have agreed to bitants of Edinburgh, that he has found it necessary to desert the

a considerable reduction in the rent to the lessee next year, so inade Hopetoun Rooms for the still larger hall in the Waterloo Hotel, where

quate have been the profits of the season, notwithstanding the success he is to lecture upon India, this day, and on Monday, at one o'clock.

of the pieces produced. It is also reported, that Mr Price, having These two lectures will not be purely commercial, but will embrace a

failed to prevail on the committee to proceed against Elliston, great variety of interesting facts respecting the institutions of the

for performing regular plays at the Surrey, has resolved to undertake country and the condition of the people, which are as deserving the

the prosecution himself.- The Caledonian Theatre here continues to attention of ladies and professional gentlemen as of commercial men.

be respectably attended, and we should suppose is paying. On Tuesday and Wednesday, Mr Buckingham will lecture in Leith, and on Thursday he leaves Edinburgh, on a pretty extensive tour, in the course of which he will stop at the following towns in

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. their order, in all of which he will deliver lectures,-Dundee-Aber- SEVERAL Reviews of new and interesting works are unavoidably deen-Inverness-Glasgow-Paisley-Carlisle and thence back to postponed. London, through the middle districts of England.

The interesting account of the Ayrshire Sculptor's recent works Mr Hood, the Author of Whims and Oddities, has a new work in will appear in our next. the press, entitled, Epping Hunt. It describes the adventures of a We are afraid that “ Woman's Love-A Sketch," by “ J. C." will worthy citizen who joins the hunt, and is to be illustrated with seve- not suit us." Theta's” communication from London is deficient ral engravings on wood, after the designs of George Cruikshank. We in novelty of information.-"J. H.” does not entertain the same understand that Mr Hood has also a comedy in preparation for next opinion that we do of the compositions to which he alludes.-We season.

shall endeavour to find time to reply to the letter regarding the autoMr John Parker Lawson, Author of the Life and Times of Arch- graphs. bishop Laud, is preparing for publication the Life of Samuel Horsley, We hope to find a place for the poem by Dugald Moore of GlasLL.D., late Lord Bishop of St Asaph, in one volume 8vo. In this gow." The Mountain Cairn” is more prosaic than its author's forwork there will be much interesting matter connected with the pub-iner contributions.-We cannot give " P. M." of Aberdeen any great • lic characters of last century, both in church and state.

encouragement.-The Lines by “R. K.”_" J. G. M."-and **R. B. Dr Macnish, the Author of the Anatomy of Drunkenness, is pre- W." of Glasgow, will not suit us. The Lines from the Germau of paring a new work, to be entitled, The Philosophy of Sleep.

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directed to such new groups and new species as have not LITERARY CRITICISM.

hitherto been considered either by Cuvier or any other

ornithologist; next, such subjects are given as have been Illustrations of Ornithology. By Sir William Jardine, described, but not figured ; next, those which have been

Bart., and Prideaux John Selby, Esq. The First hitherto incorrectly represented, or whose variations in Five Parts, Edinburgh. Daniel Lizars.

plumage, arising from age, sex, or climate, have not been

particularized ; and lastly, as the work is meant to comThis is a splendid work, and ought to be considered a prehend the whole of this department of Zoology, all the national one. To Sir William Jardine and Mr Selby, remaining species are presented, whether they have been the ornithologists of Great Britain are more indebted described and figured before or not. than to any other individuals who have ever undertaken We have long been of opinion, that a sufficient degree to illustrate this most delightful department of Zoology. of curiosity regarding the feathered people of the air does They have rescued an important branch of natural his- not exist, neither among persons of professed scientific tory from the neglect into which it was falling in this habits, nor the more general enquirers into all that is recountry; and, by the time they have finished their un- markable in the diversified works of creation. Of all dertaking, we shall not be afraid to challenge the science living things, birds seem endowed with a nature most of the Continent to produce any work which is in itself a distinct from ours. The wild beasts of the desert dispute more complete ornithological library. Dr Shaw's 200- the earth with us; the insects and reptiles live among logy, which embraces this subject, and the General His- our flowers, fruits, shrubs, and vegetables ; the tenants of tory of Birds by Dr Latham, are both valuable books; the mighty deep possess an element with which we are but the limited number of plates they contain, and the familiar, and from whose recesses we can drag them at inferior manner in which these are executed, are disad- will. But the birds have their home in the blue ether, Fantages of a nature which cannot be overlooked. Be- their path is through regions which man, with all his insides, the genera, according to the ancient nomenclature, genuity, can never reach,—they float in light, far beyond are now found to contain so many hundred species, that our ken, on the sunny side of the distant cloud, that numerous modern subdivisions have become absolutely flings its dark shadow over us,—they cross oceans and necessary, to avoid endless obscurity, and the infliction traverse continents, alike independent of wind and wave, of most unnecessary labour on the student. To the —they are the companions of the sunbeams, and find their “ Illustrations" before us, no such objections can be sport under the arch of the rainbow,—they forever sing made. Each Part contains from fifteen to twenty their glad songs round the car of summer, and leave bePlates, and these have been drawn and coloured after hind them the duller seasons to beings, who, unlike them, the very finest specimens to be found in the rich col- are chained to one spot of earth. There is something nolections of the British Museum, of the University of ble and beautiful in their existence. The immortal soul Edinburgh, of the Linnæan Society of London, and of of man is likened to a bird. The living evidence which the East India Company, which, together with the greater they afford of that which is visible and material, being part of the best private collections throughout the coun- able to mingle with what is invisible, and, if not immatry, have, with becoming liberality, been thrown open to terial, at least ethereal, is finely calculated to typify our our distinguished naturalists. In many Instances, too, own nature, so strangely compounded of what is earthly Living specimens have been obtained, and particular at- with what is heavenly. tention has been bestowed on the natural position and In a popular, though not very scientific, view of the character of each subject, although it would, of course, be subject, there may be said to be four great divisions among too much to expect that as great life and animation could birds, each of which cannot fail to excite a thousand inbe given to them as was infused into his drawings by teresting associations. These are, birds of prey, aquatic Audubon, who had spent years in the forest and by the birds, singing birds, and birds which are neither birds of lake, watching the habits and modes of life of their winged prey, aquatic birds, nor singing birds, but possess vainhabitants. This deficiency, however, where it exists, rious habits and propensities peculiar to themselves. Of is amply compensated by the exquisite manner in which these four classes, the work before us affords many beauthe plates are finished, the vivid brilliancy of the colour- tiful specimens. A word or two of each. ing, the great accuracy of the drawing, and the beautiful Among birds of prey, the eagle of course comes first. clearness and harmony of the engraving, which, under the There he sits, far up among the rocks, with an eye like a superintendence of Mr Lizars, could hardly fail to be of deep clear pool, in which nothing but the glory of the a most finished kind. The letter-press, which is in the skies is reflected, glancing, like the poet's, “ from earth to most elegant style of typography, includes descriptions of heaven,” but returning not, like his, to linger on the clay the generic and specific characters of the birds, together of this lower world,rejoicing rather to drink in a long with occasional remarks on their nature, habits, and com- draught of sunshine from the fountain of light, and then, parative anatomy. We could have wished that these re- as if smitten with a love of that concentrated splendour, marks had been more numerous than they are ; but, in a soaring upwards with a rush of wings, higher and higher strictly scientific work, their frequent introduction was yet, away into the silence and the purity of unoccupied space! perhaps thought unnecessary. The general arrangement There must be something of human passion about that The highly approve of. Our attention is in the first place, eagle ; he is proudly conscious of the boldness of his flight,

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