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thoughtless like to have some sequestered spot to earth. But cui bono? Where would be the good of OBJECTS OF THE LONDON JOURNAL.

repose in-personally, if they can get it,-mentally, it, even to himself? And why hurt the better use of MONTAIGNE says, that he delights to ring the word if they have not wealth or leisure enough, or a green

his faculties, which we hope he will turn to hand. pleasure" in the ears of philosophers who affect to neighbourhood. The London Journal is a sort of somer account? Has not every man and every cause, despise it, and who are as fond of it as any men, after park for rich and poor, for the reflecting and well- in this imperfect state of things, a side on which he their fashion. Since the setting up of this cheerful intentioned of all sorts; where every one can be or it may be assailed, so far as to make him ridicu. and most Christian journal, we have known but alone, or in company, as he thinks fit, and see, with

lous (if there is the wit to do it) or uncomfortable, two instances of objection to it; and to these we his mind's eye, a succession of Elysian sights, ancient or to vex or injure him in some way or other? And answer, that the very grounds of their objection are and modern, and as many familiar objects to boot, or shall we violate our principles, even out of resentthose which have procured us two hundred appro- hear nothing but birds and waterfalls, or the com- ment, and join in keeping up so old a story, and (as bations. One of these objections was in a criticism, forted beatings of his own heart,--all effected for him it appears to us) so useless a ground of re-action,begging us not to “affect” so much sentiment (as if, by no greater magician than Good Faith and a little helping to sow new hostilities by very reason of our because the writer would have “affected” so much, reading. Good Faith is his host, and Reading the objecting to old ? Not we. We are willing to be had he shewn it, that therefore we did);—the other page that brings books to his host; and Love has differed with to whatever honcst extreme, and to implied that we were invariably too pleased, and with ordained, that Good Faith, and a little reading, shall answer, as well as we can, all objections, which we not enough reason, that we fetched our satisfaction be able to do such wonders for us, as reading's biggest have no reason to believe disingenuous; but nothing out of too many common things, and did not succeed brothers with no faith at all, shall have no notion of. but a matter of life and death to our Journal shall after all. For the success, we can luckily refer to

Children and men co-exist in the world ; and the induce us to be hostile with anybody; and after these other readers: and as to the rest, it was our plan and

child and the man must co-exist in the little world of announcements, coupled with the hazırds of all sorts system, and forms the very essence, utility, and pros- man's individuality, in order that he may see at once which we have encountered in old times, we think it perity of our journal. Our object was to put more

manfully and with delight. Except ye become as will be held something a little worse than superfluous sunshine into the feelings of our countrymen, more little children,” &c. We would not lightly apply to assail us after a hostile fashion.

We are at peace good will and good humour, a greater habit of being

so great a text; but the greatness of the text with all ; and as we seek the common good, and pleased with one another and with everything, and

includes cvery degree of loving applicability; and sail under white banners, we gladly receive the entherefore a greater power of dispensing with uneasy

as there is nothing in the world which is not couragement, and feel ourselves under the protection, sources of satisfaction. We wished to create one

supernatural in one sense--as the very world of of all who honestly pursue it, even by rougher corner and field of periodical literature, in which men fashion itself rolls round with the stars, and is a part

It is not of endeavourers such as we are, might be sure of hope and cheerfulness, and of the

of the mystery and the variety of the shews of the without arms, insulting nobody, and offending no cultivation of peaceful and flowery thoughts, without universe,-so nothing, in a contemptuous sense, is public manners, that generous warriors will make the aceompaniment of anything inconsistent with

small, or unworthy of a grave and calm hope, which an exception to their letters of license. them ; we knew that there was a desire at the bottom tends to popularize Christian refinement, and to mix

Still blow then, yc fair winds, and keep open upon of every human heart to retain a faith in such it up with every species of social intercourse, as a

us, ye blue heavens,—or rather, still shine in the thoughts , and to see others believe in the religion good realized, and not merely as an abstraction

whiteness of thy intention, thou fair flag, even and recommend it; and heartily have anxious as well

preached. What! Have not philosophy and christi- against the blackest cloud, and still hail us as ye go, as happy readers in this green and beautiful England anity long since met, in the embrace of such loving all gallant brother voyagers, and encourage us to responded to our belief. We condemn no other discoveries? And do not the least and most trivial

pursue the kindly task which Love and Adversity publication, conducted honestly, on different prin- things, provided they have an earnest and cheerful

have taught us, touching at all curious shores of ciples. There is a noble as well as ignoble warfare,

good will, partake of some right of greatness, and the reality and romance, endeavouring to make them and the time for either, for aught we know, may not

privilege to be honoured ? if not with admiration of know and love one another, to learn what is good have gone by. We condemn none of the mysterious

their wisdom, yet with acknowledgment of the joy which against the roughest elements, or how the suffering struggles of humanity, even the most passionate, some

is the end of wisdom, and which it is the privilege of a that cannot be remedied may be best endured, of thein perhaps nobler and more necessary than our loving sincerity to reach by a short road. Hence we

to bring news of hope and joy and exaltation from ceasing to struggle in that sort; on the contrary, in have had two objections, and two hundred encourage

the wings of the morning and the uttermost parts of “sympathizing with all," how can we leave thein out? ments; and excellent writers of all sorts, and of all

the sca, making familiar companions, but not the But, as far as our own system of action goes, we may other shades of belief, have hastened to say to us,

less revered on that account, of the least things on be allowed to cultivate a variety of endeavour, if it be “ Preach that, and prosper." Have not the T'imes,

earth and the greatest things apart from it,--of the only as a variety, and to confine ourselves to the hope and the Examiner, and the Atlas, and the Albion, and

dust and the globe, and the divided moon, of sun and of winning and persuading. There are green fields the True Sun, and twenty other newspapers, hailed us

stars, and the loneliest meetings of man's thought in the world, as well as fields of battle ; and in making for the very sumniness of our religion? Does not that

with immensity, which is not too large for his heart, a grove, or a park, or other domestic elysium, people old and judicious Whig, the Scotsman, waive his

though it be for his knowledge, because knowledge do not contemplate the introduction in it of fight and deliberate manner in our favour, and “cordially” wish

is but man's knowledge, but the heart has a portion contest and sour speeches. A man may say if he pleases,

us success for it? Does not the radical Glusgow of God's wisdom, which is lore. -“ I cannot live in your peaceful grounds, with their trees Argus, in an eloquent article, “fresh and glowing” as his

Have we none but bright subjects to talk of? No: and sunshine, where all which is alive is happy or comgood will, expressly recommend us for its pervading all

no more than the sun-beam strikes upon none but forted, and the tragedies are nothing but old stories : we write upon, tears included? And the rich-writing bright oljects

, though it helps to make them briglit. I must go and get up a sensation at the police office, Tory, Christopher North, instead of objecting to the

But may we not shinc, if we can, upon the dullest, or the liospital, or the butcher's, or read a lampoon, entireness of our sunshine, and requiring a cloud in

and show there is more in it than thc dull suspect ? or some writing worse than my own, or get up a it, does he not welcome it, ayc, every week, as it

May we not shine upon coldness, and warm it? Upon superiority to somebody somehow, in order to keep strikes on his breakfast-cloth, and speak of it in a


and comfort it? May we not also endeavour myself in heart with myself.” Let him go. Nay, we burst of bright-heartedness, as “ dazzling the snow ?"

to add confidence to joy, and show it how rich it is will go with him, provided he will let us find things Of a truth, it would not be difficult for us, old in the common est coin of the visible? And is not to be a little better than he takes them for, even soldiers as we are, and accustomed to rougher labours this, instead of confining ourselves to one view of any.

for the reader will bear us witness that we in former times, to summon up a little of our old thing, not rather throwing the universal light of day avoid no places for their homeliness, and can vindicate battle-grip, and lay a young gentleman or so double (hitherto insufficiently valued) upon objects of all the supposed "weed” as well as the accepted flower. on the green sward, after the fashion of Entellus or sorts, not excepting the darkest as well as the comBut it does not follow that our ground is not a good Abraham Cann. Easily could we take him in hand, monest? Does the human heart, in its struggles, reground, for all this; or that people have not reason and lift bim off his ground, and lock up his medi. quire such comfort, or does it not? And is not its to like it; especialy as they are apt to have troubles tated “ fibbing," and so trussing lead and heels to- comfort extended (at least with all minds wise enough enough elsewhere, and all but the very restless or gether, make a soft present of him to his mother to be generous, and to know a good when they see it)


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by the very sight of so much belief in good, especially You the mild morning sun with temperate ray

of half-a-mile, through a green lane, a forest (the when unconquered by suffering ?

Shall visit rising, placed within this nook

vulgar call it a common), all my own, at least as good We trust, that as this is the first, so it will be the That meets his kind but not his angry eye;

as so, for I spy no human thing in it but myself. It last time we shall think it adviseable to touch upon a

is a little chaos of mountains and precipices; moun

Here shall soft gales from open casement play, tains, it is true, that do not ascend much above the point that forces us upon one of those appearances of And scatter all your sweetness as they fly;

clouds, nor are the declivities quite so amazing as egotism, which the egotistical are so ready to de- And I your sober cup

Dover cliff; but just such hills as people who love nounce; but as we have really no misgivings about Each day will new fill up

their necks as well as I do, may venture to climb, and the matter, we shall conclude this article, while we

crags that give the eye as much pleasure as if they With the pure element ye love to quaff.

were more dangerous; both vale and hill are covered are about it, with some beautiful and affecting verses Here live and laugh;

with most venerable beeches, and other very reverend which have been addressed to us, and which have And, if I promise well, you shall not say

vegetables, that like most other ancient people, are seasonably arrived to contribute to that very confi- Old Nature was a better nurse than I.

always dreaming out their old stories to the winds. dence, which, on any other occasion perhaps they

And, as they bow their hoary tops, relate,

My little tender flowers, with all my care, might have dashed: for the praise from a friend,

In murmuring sounds, the dark decrees of fate;
I fear, I fear, you soon must droop away!

While visions, as poetic eyes avow, which is triumphantly seized upon as a shield against Not long the sun, not long the vigorous air

Cling to each leaf, and swarm on every bough. objection, might well beget a blushing doubt if only Will be of power to save you from decay.

At the foot of one of these squats me (il pensieroso), worn as an ornament. But see how little this gentle

and there I grow to the trunk for a whole morning. man, who is one of the most accomplished persons of Emblem of fate too like! your fate I share.

The timorous hare and sportive squirrel gambol

around me like Adam in Paradise, before he had an our acquaintance, a wit, a scholar, and a musician, As fade your rified leaves, so fades my heart, Eve; but I think he did not use to read Virgil as I doubts the desirableness of our mode of conveying Clipped from the stem of hope whereon it grew; commonly do there. In this situation I often converse comfort; and with what instinctive beauty, like the Nor aught of sunshine now, nor pleasures new,

with my Horace, aloud too, that is, talk to you; but I flowers of which he writes, his thoughts issue out of Nor Fortune's real favours could impart

do not remember that I ever heard you answer me. I

beg pardon for taking all the conversation to myself, their dark ground, and climb upon the stalk of their The strength that from those early hopes it drew. but it is entirely your own fault. We have old Mr natural ascendancy, and stand in consummate elegance, For where is now light-hearted laughing ease, Southern at a gentleman's house a little way off; he giving out the fragrance of their hearts, and looking Where the bright flow of social spirits gay,

is now seventy-seven years old, and has almost wholly with pensive superiority upon the earth from whence The thought harmonious with the blessed day,

lost his memory; but is as agreeable as an old man

can be; at least I persuade myself so, when I look at they rose. Great, unquestionably, are his troubles, The power of pleasure, and the power to please ? him, and think of Isabella and Oroonoko. I shall greater, in some respects, from the very prime of his Where is content, and the free careless mind, be in town in about three weeks. Adieu. life, and from the natural and acquired advantages he And trusting joy that never looked behind, possesses; but assuredly the greater will be his triumph And perseverance rising from each fall, over them; for is he not able to bring beauty out of And health-and health-the parent of them all ?

(For the London Journal.) sorrow, to seize the smallest occasions for the greatest

We never look upon an apple-stall in one of the comfort, and to gather to him the hearts of his friends

Oh! gone-for ever gone; and in their room

hot, dusty streets of the metropolis, in Autumn, nor in sympathy and in zeal ?

Deafness— Disease—and morbid sense I find,
It has been observed

see on it the finely clustered heap of filberts, retailing of the waf, that they are not apt to be so checr

And solitary gloom!

at “a penny a pint” to the lucky urchin who posful

If that my life be short, the need is more the bly and it is true, and for

sesses so much of this world's wealth, but we think

To pray that it in kindness may be passed ; an obvin.. vuous reason. Being auto help themselves on

upon our joyous nutting days at school.

We bring Like you, yü Rovers, I fain would learn the way many casions, they are too much left to shu for

straightway before our “ mind's eye” the portly figure

To cherish still some sweetness to the last. themselves on all, and are thus too often deprived of

of our reverend pedagogue, as on a fine September

Then teach me;-teach me for his sake ür whom the sweetest advantage of society, conversation ;

evening he would announce to our greedy ears that

Ye are so sweet,—the friend to whom I turn whereas, the blind man, helpless in all other respects,

he had given us the morrow for“ nutting day." What

As the scared dreamer to the morning light, is helped not only to a double portion of that one, but

hasty packing up of bags ! Virgil without the boards, to a ten-fold measure of love and service at all times.

Nor ever turn in vain, for shining store

Ovid ditto title-page and preface, and our huge dieLet him keep it in God's name, and repay us twenty

Of thoughts, and happy words, and visions bright

tionary, of which we were so proud, are gladly and

Of Love and Goodness conquering in the might fold with the delight of his blind eyes. But as deaf

unceremoniously thrust away from “human ken”

Of Truth, of rich contentment to be sought men, for these most pardonable reasons, are apt to be

for a day; and then our search at home for our

Amid the fields and in the poet's lore, caustic and resentful, so we know not a more amiable

nutting-bag, laid away since last season, and our sight on earth, than one, who in reqı ing a good

And gentle lessons, little flowers, from you.

journey to the pheasant copse to cut a hooked stick,

Say what the secret of your virtue is, measure of this help to consolation, cultivates the

so that we may have nothing left to do in the

Teach me your sweet philosophy and his. graces of patience and the willingness to be pleased,

morning. Ther, when the morning arrived, what

For whether 'twere the same that Plato drew and without affecting to be insensible to his evils,

cager peeping out to see if the day were fine; verily

From the old wisdom, or his pupil taught,turns them into attractions of love and reverence, and

our toilet then was soon made, and our nice brown

The doctrine quaint of old Diogenes, takes out of the endeavour to entertain him all pain,

bread and milk neglected when compared with our

of Epicurus mild, or Zeno stern,but that of not being able to convince him that he

usual repast thereof on a school day; how carelessly

Gentle or hard_did he but love it too, does not give any. It is true, in the instance before

did we thrust the packet of bread and cheese, made

That would I learn. us, as much entertainment is brought as can be

up for us by our prudent landlady, into our aforesaid received, and the merit is thus lessened as far as a Aug. 1831.

nutting-bag; for, in truth, we were too much filled consciousness to that effect cannot but prevail over an

with pleasurable anticipations to be able to contain undue modesty. Nor, considering his good faith in

such an earthly commodity as food. We well reall other respects, do we despair of convincing our


member the select companions who composed our friend that he has no reason to doubt any one's glad- From Wednesday the 3rd, to Tuesday the 9th September.

party; methinks we hear them even now extolling

the merits of the copse to which we were bending ness to reciprocate entertainment with him. But we are keeping our readers from better things than prose.

our steps, describing the thickness of the clusters, As this is a season when woods are in the perfection We make no apology of any general sort for pub

and debating at what place we ought to ford the river. of their woodiness, underwood and all, and people lishing the verses, because, setting aside even their

Now are our shoes and stockings pulled off and carelike to fancy themselves inside of them, if they have merit as such, we take them to be high evidences of

fully tied to the button of our jacket--and now we not the luck to be able to go there, we give this week the good which the design of this journal is doing

cross the broad cooling river, holding the youngest
a letter of Gray's, in which he describes himself as
with all ingenuous readers, and because the exten-

by the hand to prevent the stream from knocking
him over.

Now have we arrived, and joyously look sion of a common sympathy, on any just grounds enjoying such a spot; and have followed it with the

welcome contribution of a correspondent on Nutting. whatsoever, is one of its main objects.

on the rich mellow-tinted bushes, drooping with the
The letter is dated “ September,” but mentions no

weight of the ripe fruit ; the elder boys suppress the
day of the month; so it suits our month, and does

hurrah of the younger ones, for fear of attracting
not contradict our week. There is pleasant mention

other parties to rob us of the spoil. Now do we of Southern, at the end of it. Sweet little family of happy birth,

separate, but a peculiar whistle will bring us soon Beautiful children of the earth!

together again. The pliant boughs bend under the

September, 1737. Since ye are parted from the dewy breast

influence of our stick, and start back relieved of the

I was hindered in my last, and so could not give Of her that bore ye, and no more shall know

weight which before oppressed them; nimbly our you all the trouble I would have done. The deProvident Mother, let me careful show

scription of a road, which your coach-wheels have so fingers go to work, and our bag, widening like an How much I love you—serving as is best

often honoured, it would be needless to give you; suf- alderman's stomach, and our aching shoulders, tell us
fice it that I arrived safe at my uncle's, who is a great

that we shall soon have as much as our limbs can
Your simple wants ;-here in this little fount,
hunter in imagination; his dogs take up every chair

Hark! our companions Filled from the clearest waters of the brook,

in the house, so I am forced to stand at this present bring away with ease. Merge all your thirsty mouths, and from below writing; and though the gout forbids him galloping whistle ; they, too, have been busy, and call on us to Sup upwards till the juicy spirit mount;

after them in the field, yet he continues still to regale rejoin them. Whither shall we go to eat our repast ?

his ears with their comfortable noise .... He holds So your recruited heads shall overlook

me mighty cheap, 1 perceive, for walking when I why under the shade of the fine elm which grows at With fresher beauty and a livelier grace should ride, and reading when I should hunt. My yonder curve of the river, and where we can get our

eups filled from the clear spring which runs hard by. Your narrow dwelling place.

comfort amidst all this is, that I have at the distance

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Soon had they reached the rough mid-stream, long, and peopled as thickly as Noah's ark, Our bread and cheese, rather crushed by the concusAnd ever and anon


passage must be a dull one for any but an inveterate sion of boughs pressing against our pockets, is re

I grieved to behold some small bark wrecked, draughtsman, who may sketch at his ease, and linger lished with a gusto we did not think possible when

And its little steersman gone.

upon the minutiæ as he would upon a picture suswe took it in the morning; and by and by we are

pended before him on a wall. And so may all those But the main fleet stoutly held across,

who struggle up the Rhine in the passage boat, which joined by merry troops, returning home after a suc

I saw them leap to shore ;

must, however, be the favourite mode of conveyance cessful expedition, and we hear many accounts of

They entered the woods with a cry of joy,

here, for we have scarcely met a traveller or seen a adventurous doings in preserves, and chases by the

For their perilous march was o'er.

carriage since we left Gottisberg. The pilgrims of gamekeepers ; and, chatting in such-like manner,

idleness or fashion, wlio drawl or drive through we return to the village, displaying our treasures to

Switzerland, swearing 'tis wondrous fine, or beshrew

ing the rumbling cars, noisy inns, and impracticable the natives, and cracking our nuts and jokes in all

OUR READERS WHISKED TO THE mountains, seem to overlook the Rhine-heaven bless the light-heartedness of youth and health.

them for it.
J. S.

One may still stand at a window here,

and look at something more interesting than the For so we may say they will find themselves, while parties that spread themselves over all the attainable We think we cannot do better than conclude this perusing the following extracts from Reminiscences of spots on the Oberlands; English ladies in their long sylvan week with descriptions of another lover of nutting, and some foreign kindred of his, from the pens published, from the pen of a lady. She calls them the Rhine, Switzerland, and a Corner of Italy, just cloaks, voyaging shoes, and draggled petticoats;

German students in their caps of defiance; artists,

mateurs, and all the miscellaneous rabble that defy of Mr and Mrs Howitt. The authors designed them

“ Slight” Reminiscences; but why so ? They are classification. for young readers; but we hardly need repeat, that

solid pictures, whenever she chose to make them such ; At Boppart, a town (every cluster of cottages in good young reading is good reading for any age.

this beautiful Rhingen calls itself a town) of the the slightness is in the tone; and with all due deference to the modesty which suggested the epithet, she would wheeled carriage, we found ourselves again in the

narrowest lanes I ever passed through in a fourFrom Sketches of Natural History," by Mary Howitt. have felt it to be less applicable to her recollections, midst of gardens and vines, trained prettily into The pretty red Squirrel lives up in a tree,

had she less condescended to a certain light and trellised walks and southern-looking alcoves. To A little blithe creature as ever can be : bantering air, exacted by the world of fashion from

the left, ruins rise upon dark rocks, and stretch their He dwells in the boughs where the Stockdove broods, those who are wise enough to be pleased with any

fragments from point to point out of the shattered

crags. Towns and villages lie basking on the river's Far in the shades of the green summer woods ; His food is the young juicy cone of the pine,

thing, and of whose wisdom it is jealous. Our brink, mingled with foliage and the mouldering And the milky beech nut is his bread and his wine ; authoress is a genuine painter, having feeling, force,

remains of the turreted walls, within which even the

most insignificant appears to have been enclosed in In the joy of his nature he frisks with a bound, beauty, imagination, and colouring. Why should

the by-gone day of its strength. To the top-most twigs, and then down to the ground, she always, or generally, mix up a certain conventional

At Saltzig the river makes another noble bend, Then up again, like a winged thing, And from tree to tree, with a vaulting spring; levity, of the undervaluing order, with her gravest and the mountains, folding each other, take the bold

character of wild lake scenery. We would willingly Then he sits up aloft, and looks waggish and qucer,

impressions; or at least think it necessary to follow As if he would say, “ Ay, follow me here !"

them up with something of that sort ? Her occasional linger for some days at the clean and comfortable inn And then he grows frettish, and stamps his foot,

at St Goar, looking at the river rolling its broad tide world may be the world of fashion, but her real world And then independently cracks his nut;

proudly, as if conscious of all the charning things on And thus he lives the long summer thorough, is the great world of nature and heaven and the

its banks, and clambering up to the mouldering castles Without a care or a thought of sorrow. domestic affections; and she should never condescend

that make pictures of all the hills; but it is not But small as he is, he knows he may want,

feasible,~so much the better for the shy lizards who to mix up the tone of the two things. We should In the bleak winter weather when food is scant:

are sunning themselves on the old walls this bright So he finds a hole in an old tree's core,

take her, by the variety of her powers, and the happy day, and for the swifts and lapwings, bereditary posAnd there makes his nest, and lays up his store ;

readiness of her style,-her command of words,—to sessors of the loopholes and buttresses, to whose Then when cold winter comes and the trees are bare, be a sister of Mrs Gore; but Mrs Gore seems to have

unaccustomed ears the fall of footsteps would sound

like battering rams. However, it is a bright and When the white snows are falling, and keen is the air, the serious welfare of matters more at heart, without He heeds it not, as he sits by himself,

beautiful scene, even from the windows, and I sat in In his warm little nest, with his nuts on his shelf.

such perhaps being really the case. Our authoress one with the shade on my side, and the sun on the O wise little Squirrel! no wonder that he,

is full of feeling and grace and gaiety. We like her landscape, indulging my dreaming propensities, and In the green summer woods is as blithe as can be. so much, that we want to have no fault discoverable peopling the mountain solitudes with ine friends of

early days. in her (of the unsympathizing sort) not even the THE MIGRATION OF THE GREY SQUIRRELS.

This is quite a beautiful place, such a gathering of use of some slang phrases, that have got into the castles. Above, the fortress of Rheinfels, bearing By William Howitt.

circles. The voluines have some spirited sketches in itself fiercely through in ruins; on the opposite mounWhen in my youth I travelled, Throughout each north countrie,

them, which do credit to the amateur artist-we hope, tain-ridge, Katz, a true painter's castle, in the right Many a strange thing did I hear, her husband; for writing of one sort, and writing of

stage of picturesque decay, clustering its towers with

the thousand hues of time upon them round the sumAnd many a strange thing see.

another, would thus go handsomely together. We mit of a roeky height: and beneath, a green lap of

must not omit the very pleasant dedication, we will land advancing gently into the river, with a bright I sate with the small men in their huts, Built of the drifted snow; not say brief as woman's lore,” but sweet as woman's looking village upon it, and a mixing up of boats

moored in the sun, and cows reposing in the shade, No fire had we but the seal oil lamp, love. It is as follows :-" To the Dear Companion

an harmonious blending of past and present, and their No other light did know.

of my Journey and my Life, these lages are affection- associations, which fills the eye and mind delightfully. ately inscribed."

Another castle (Mause) with the village of Wilnich There were hundreds then in the hollow holes

below it, close up the valley. Of the old, old trees did dwell,

The Rhine.-[We never saw the Rhine so well That holy man, St Goar, had the true hermit. And laid up their store, hard by the door, painted to our taste before.]

It seems to

Two or three miles instinct for the beautiful and romantic. Of the sweet mast as it fell.

higher up than Coblentz, the river makes a superb) have been left by the early fathers of the desert as a

sweep in the midst of delicious scenery; castles rising legacy to those who came after them to preach the But soon the hungry wild Swine came,

on one crag, and ruins hanging on another. The faith. In Catholic countries, a stranger's attention And with thievish snouts dug up

Lahn, issuing from its fresh-cradle, throws itself is rarely attracted by a site of peculiar majesty or Their buried treasure, and left them not

into the Rhine, just opposite to the village of loveliness, that a monastery or its vestiges may not So much as an acorn cup !

Kappellan, and flowing between the sweet island- be seen or traced upon it. A little beyond the vilThen did they chatter in angry mood,

looking peninsulas of Oberlahnstein and Niderlahın- lage of St Goar, we tried the effect of an echo, prodi

stein, with their churches and trees, villages and giously vaunted by our conductor. The reverberaAnd one and all decree, ruins, forms a picture full of gentle beauty.

ting rocks returned the blast of a trumpet with elecInto the forests of rich stone pine We have now a garden country, thickly planted trifying fulness. It had all the essentials

, I believe, Over hill and dale to flee.

with fruit-trees, to Rahens, an old Swissish kind of of a fine eclio, the dying fall, and countless reverberatown or rather village. Painted houses of all shapes,

tions. All here is dark and powerful; the black Over hill and dale, over hill and dale,

looking as if an enormous weight had fallen down on rocks, scanty vegetation, and narrowing river, continue For many a league they went;

their roofs, and pressed them out of their fair pro- the character of wild lake scenery, for which the Like a troop of undaunted travellers, portions.

garden gaieties of the Rhine, between Coblentz and Governed by one consent.

Still moving on through a continued garden. Hills St Goar, are now exchanged. But now again

of all shapes and various beauty, and, now and then another charming picture stands out brightly in the But the Hawk and Eagle, and peering Owl, a castle, or rather its ruins in a bold position at the evening sunbeams-the castle of Schonberg exquisitely

Did dreadfully pursue ;
And the further the grey Squirrels went,

opening of a green or wooded gorge, with a village perched above the town of Oberwessel, of whose tower

or church at its base, stand out shouldering the and ramparts enough still remain to vouch for its The more their perils grew.

heavens. A soft, half-sunny day, lights and shadows, former consequence. The tender green of the walnut When lo ! to cut off their pilgrimage,

but no glare; perhaps the most favourable sky for falls in well here, and does all, or nearly all, the A broad stream lay in view. scenery.

honours of the wooded scenery.

The valley soon narrows; sometimes the moun- Another raft has just passed down, followed ly a But then did each wond'rous creature shew tains descend abruptly to the river, leaving just space boat laden with vegetables, and a gay freight of bareHis cunning and bravery ;

enough for the road, and again retreat, as if to inake headed girls; some steering, others rowing, and all With a piece of the pine bark in his mouth way for a stripe of vines, or an orchard meadow. as merry as light hearts and sunny skies can make Unto the stream came he.

At this moment something very large and flat sweeps them. This alternation of bright touches with the

slowly round a wooded projection: it is a raft floating sombre colouring of dark rocks and stern defiles, of And boldly his little bark he launched, down from Switzerland to some port of Holland. It

the prismatic hues and mysterious gloom of nature, Without the least delay; His bushy tail was his upright sail, passes heavily along, though favoured by the current,

is fine and original. Cities and peopled fortresses And he merrily steered away.

and aided by many hands; I counica 130 persons, all, sending out the fulness of lite, and blending its agitaor nearly all, employed in its navigation. À tooden

tion with the solitude of the mountain recesses, with construction in the centre serves as a place of shelter

the inaccessible rock and the crumbling ruin, are not Never was there a lovelier sight

for both men and merchandize. Forests of timber the common ements of every day scenery; nor is Than that grey Squirrels' fleet;

are thus floated down the Rhine from the valleys of the effect produced on the mind by their combination And with anxious eyes I watched to see

the Murg, the Neckar, &c. This was but a small of an ordinary nature. What fortune it would meet.

affair ; the large rafts are sometimes a thousand feet An island, with a tower upon it, has just brought



out its legend from the loquacious D-. A pithy if a thought of display crosses her mind, it is ex- punishment, and, as the spectacle was to be attended tale of some wicked priest or baron~ I have forgotten pressed coarsely, it is the "cow dancing the courant,” with all the horrid barbarities inflicted by the British which seized upon by his harassed and exaspera- —but in her simplicity she is often dignified. The law of treason, a vast mob from London and the sunted vassals, and thrown into a cave to be devoured women who work in the fields are in both countries rounding country assembled to witness it. The priby rats,-a death imitating Don Roderick's in horror. black and baked, but when a French girl can afford soners beheld the gallows, the block, and the fire, into But there is no end here to traditionary lore, to tales to be smart, she asks but a pair of eyes, and the rest which their hearts were to be thrown, without any of marauding lords, fierce priests, and faithful but ille (usually coarse stuff) is somehow or other passed off dismay, and seemed to brave their fate on the scaffold fated lovers,

by their eloquence. Both have frequently an ex- with the same courage that had prompted them forThe village girls on the Rhine are often very pression of broad humour, but in the one it is merly to risk their lives in the field of battle. They handsome. I think it was at Coblentz, that we first more personal, in the other more expressive.

also justified their principles to the last, for, with the observed their fine eyes and fine shapes, and their Nor do the Swiss differ less from their other ropes about their necks, they delivered written declapretty mode of dividing the hair into long smooth neighbours the Italians. There is sometimes a seri- rations to the sheriff, that they died in a just cause, tresses, platted and turned up round the back of the

ous carnestness, an undressed fixedness of thought in they did not repent of what they had done, and head, as the young women in the Venetian states are the expression of an Italian countenance that is fine that they doubted not but their deaths would be fond of wearing it; but they add a single full-blown and natural, and a character of simple goodness. afterwards avenged. After being suspended for three rose, and look like Poussin's Arcadians, or the shep- One occasionally meets with a childish sparkle, in minutes from the gallows, their bodies were stripped herdesses of the valley of Tempe. This beautiful some of the young faces, charming in its way; many

naked and cut down, in order to undergo the operahair is here the young female's chief embellishment; are vacant and beavy, some hideous, from features, tion of beheading and embowelling. Colonel Townly it is usually light coloured, and always glossy and expression, and nastiness; but in the villages and was the first that was laid upon the block, but tlie luxuriant. At Bacharach, a sort of town, with vineyards, one not unfrequently sees single figures, exccutioner observing the body to retain some signs of carved doors, painted houses, vines and ramparts, we and even groups, that look as if they had sate in lise, he struck it violently on the breast, for the humane remarked some very pretty girls; one of tall stature, Egypt under the tents of the patriarchs, and had purpose of rendering it quite insensible to the remainand barefooted, stood by the road-side with a pitcher come along with the stream of time, without a ing part of the punishment. This not having theon her head, holding a child by the hand, and talking breath on their freshness, in all the natural grandeur desired effect, he cut the unfortunate gentleman's to an old man who sat on a stone beside her; it was and decent boldness of antique simplicity, with a throat. The shocking ceremony of taking out the an antique bas-relief coloured into life. This Bach.

purity of outline, and a breadth and richness of dra- heart and throwing the bowels into the fire, was then arach was the Rhenish Falernus; whether its

pery and colouring worthy of the old masters who gone through, after which the head was separated. wines still retain their ancient reputation, or have painted with the book of Genesis open before them. from the body with a cleaver, and both were put into yielded to the superior strength or more exquisite I have never met with this style of figure in Switzer- a coffin. The rest of the bodies were thus treated in perfume of the Hocheim or Johannisberg, I know land; beauty is here rosy, quaint, round; or, if of a succession; and, on throwing the last heart into the

But the altar of Bacchus (a stone in the river, higher cast, which is rare, apt to verge on the mas- fire, which was that of young Dawson, the execuso called from tradition) still remains; the waters culine or stern.

tioner cried, “ God save King George !" and the of the Rhine still ripple round it; and the vine dres

spectators responded with a shout. Although the sers have not yet ceased to believe that an abundant

rabble had hooted the unhappy gentlemen on their vintage may be reckoned upon, whenever the fuce of


passage to and from their trials, it was remarked that the prophetic stone is visible above the wave.

at the execution their fate excited considerable pity, Castles and villages thicken so upon us that we

mingled with admiration of their courage. Two cirare as weary of asking their names, as the faithful We need not disclaim any antipathy to parties among cumstances contributed to increase the public symD- is of answering us. It is now the supper hour, our ancestors, much less to the erring or non-erring in

pathy on this occasion, and caused it to be more and every mountain is marked by thin wreaths of

generally expressed. The first was, the appearance blue smoke, ascending slowly from its base. Troops dividuals of whom they were composed, when we draw

at the place of execution of a youthful brother of one of boys and girls are driving the cows down from the

upon the sympathies of our readers with the sufferings of the culprits of the name of Deacon, himself a culhills, and turning them into the cottages, which they occasioned by mistakes on all sides. Even in the

prit and under sentence of death for the same crime; appear to share with their master. The kine belong to Pharoah's lean stock, but the children are fiercest and most unrelenting exercise of the human

but who had been permitted to attend this last scene

of his brother's life, ia a coach along with a guard. Correggio's very best. I never saw so many briglit will may sometimes be discerned the perversion of a

The other, was the fact of a young and beautiful happy little faces. They kiss their hands to us, as we thwarted desire for sympathy; and its worst eri- female, to whom Mr Dawson had been betrothed, pass, and when they find themselves noticed, drop dences are not unaccompanied with something which

actually attending to witness his execution, as comquaint curtsies and try to throw a demure look into their beautiful and peculiarly shaped blue eyes. finds an excuse for it in imperfections of education or

memorated in the ballad. This singular fact is nar

rated, as follows, in most of the journals of that Swiss, French, and Italian Females. — It was on the parentage (wc mcan, of course, in the moral and phy- period. same evening, as we wandered about in the church

sical sense, and not in the conventional). Let us be “A young lady of good family and handsome foryard of Lungern, looking at the tombs decorated with thankful when the moral storms of the world turn

tune, had for some time extremely loved, and been buds and flowers, and medallions wrought in iron, painted and gilt, according to the wealth, vanity, or manifestly to good; and let us hope as much of the

equally beloved by Mr James Dawson, one of those

unfortunate gentlemen who suffered at Kennington affectionate feeling of the survivors, that we met two rest, and trust that its new lights will show us low Common for high treason; and had he been acquitted, handsome young women, inhabitants of Meyringhen, they may be dispensed with by and by. There may or, after condemnation, found the royal mercy, the going onwards to their village, just as the day debe discoveries (we trust they are now making) which

day of his enlargement was to liave been that of their clined. I remember expressing my surprise at their

inarriage. will render moral venturing through the forests of the Brunig at so

well as plıysical electricity harm

“ Not all the persuasions of her kindred could prelate an hour, for they could not have expected to less, and enable what is called the “anger of heaven" vent her from going to the place of execution; she was reach Meyringhen till long after midnight. But

to be known only in its beneficence of operation. determined to see the last hour of a person so dear to our guides assured us that the most lonely path might be traversed at any hour in safety; midnight,

The following passages are taken from a little

her; and, accordingly, followed the sledges in a hack

ney coach, accompanied by a gentleman nearly related they said, was the same as mid-day. I thought of volume full of the Tory pepper and mustard of lam

to her, and one female friend. She got near enough Moore's exquisite 'rich and rare.' Those girls, too, poon, entitled the Jucobite Minstrelsy of Scotland. to see the fire kindled which was to consume that had their jewels of silver and jewels of gold super- We have long wished to meet again with the history of heart she knew was so much devoted to her, and all added to their beauty, which provoketh thieves sooner than either, as we are told by higher authority, the affecting incident which moved Shenstone to write

the other dreadful preparations for his fate, without

being guilty of any of those extravagancies her friends but went their way fearlessly, in darkness and in his ballad of “Jemmy Dawson,” and here we found

had apprehended. But when all was over, and she solitude, sure to arrive unharmed. This is a cheer- it, and seized upon it for our readers. We shall put found that he was no more, she drew her head back ing view of human nature, a setting off against the

the prose first, and the poetry afterwards, like a dirge into the coach, and crying out, My dear, I follow zebras of Grindelwald. It was charming to think of it, and to know that there is even now a spot, and a over its grave. By the way, nobody thinks the worse

thee_I follow thee. Sweet Jesus, receive both our

souls together,' fell on the neck of her companion, lonely one, where innocency is still held sacred, and of Shenstone's hero for being called “ Jemmy;"

and expired in the very moment she was speaking. honesty a part of natural growth, an innate feeling, though when Mr Wordsworth re-published his Lyri- “ That excess of grief, which the force of her resonot only theoretically reputable, but actually praccal Ballads, lie absolutely thought himself obliged to

lation had kept smothered within her breast, it is tised. I had a notion that this same honesty was a

thought, put a stop to the vital motion, and suffocated, grafted virtue, like truth and temper, two qualities leave out half the first line of one of them, because in which children, in an unsophisticated state, are he had addressed his brother in it, as he was wont, by

at once, all the animal spirits." usually deficient; but I was thinking, I suppose, of the title of " Dear brother Jem!” So reasonable is

Come listen to my mournful tale, the pilfering Indians, or those tricking children of

Ye tender hearts and lovers dear; custom at one time, and so ridiculous at another, upon nature and coreters of glass beads and pen-knives,

Nor will you scorn to heave a sigh, the Sandwich islanders, and willingly give up my the same point!

Nor noed you blush to shed a tear. hypothesis, as painful and perhaps unjust; for I know of few feelings more delightful than the kindly

And thou, dear Kitty, peerless maid, one which a favourable view of human nature diffuses SHENstone's ballad is commemorative of the melan

Do thou a pensive car incline: over the mind, nor any to which the heart clings choly and peculiarly hard fate of a youthful victim,

For thou can'st weep at every woe, more fondly. Yet why should I conclude that thie who was sacrificed to the harsh and unrelenting policy

And pity every plaint--but mine.
people of th s valley are uninstructed ? Have they not of the government, at the period of its triumph in 1746.
their pastors and their elders? And so, after all my

Young Dawson was a gallant boy,
He was the son of a gentleman of Lancashire of the

A brighter never trode the plain ;
golden reveries, and returns to primitive innocence, name of Dawson, and, while pursuing his studies at
and innate principle, the same admirable property

And well he loved one charıning maid, Cambridge, lie heard the news of the insurrection in inay be still the virtue of education. Scotland, and the progress of the insurgents. At

And dearly was he loved again. The Swiss, planted as they are between Italy and that moment he had committed some youthful ex

One tender maid, she loved him dear, France, which have each a foot in their territory, cesses which induced him to run away from his col

Of gentle blood the damsel came; have nothing in common with either nation, as far as lege, and either froin caprice or enthusiasm, he pro

And faultless was her beauteous form, concerns the exterior. Nothing can be less French

ceeded to the orth, and join

the Prince's army,

And spotless was her virgin fame. than a fair Swiss, unless it be a brown one. The light which had just entered England. He was made an complexioned are more like the Scotch ; they have a officer in Colonel Townly's Manchester regiment,

But curse on party's hateful strife fresh, cold, clear look; the brown hare not the rich and afterwards surrendered with it at Carlisle.

That led the favoured youth astray, eyes or mobility of countenance of the French; they Eighteen of thai corps were the first victims selected

The day the rebel clans appeared, — are heavier, and produce less effect, even when they for uial, and among these was young Dawson.

Oh, had he never seen that day.
happen to have better features.
with what poor tools a French girl contrives to make

It is asiônishing They were all found guilty, and nine were ordered Their colours and their sash he wore,
for immediate execution, as having been most actively

And in the fatal dress was found; lierself pretty, or at least to seem so; a Swiss pea- and conspicuously guilty. Kennington Common And now he must that death endure, sant has no idea of this, she is as nature made her ; was the place appointed for the last scene of their Which gives the brave their keenest wound.


How pale was then his true-love's cheeks, to lay thee beside hiin.' She replied, "If ye were its chief condition, not any given external rank or

When Jeminy's sentence reach'd her ear! permitted, I doubt not your cruelty would go that situation, but a finely gifted mind, purified into For never yet did Alpine snows,

length; but how will ye make answer for this morn- harmony with itself, into keenness and justness of So pale or yet so chill appear.

ing's work?' • To men,' said he, I can be answer- vision; above all, kindled into love and generous. With falt'ring voice, she weeping said,

able; and, for God, I will take him in mine own admiration. Is culture of this sort found exclusively

hand.' Claverhouse mounted his horse, and left her among the higher ranks? We believe it proceeds Oh Dawson, inonarch of my heart, Think not thy death shall end our loves,

with the corpse of her dead husband lying there; she less from without than witbin, in every rank. The For thou and I will never part.

set the bairn on the ground, and gathered his brains, charms of Nature, the majesty of Man, the infinite

and tied up his head, and straighted his body, and loveliness of Truth and Virtue, are not hidden from • Yet might sweet mercy find a place,

covered him with her plaid, and sat down and wept the eye of the poor, but from the eye of the vain, the And bring relief to Jemmy's woes;

over bim. It being a very desert place where never corrupted, and self-seeking, be he poor or rich. In Oh, George! without a pray'r for thee,

victual grew, and far from neighbours, it was some old ages, the humble minstrel, a mendicant, and lord My orisons would never close.

time before any friends came to her : the first that of nothing but his harp and his own free soul, had

came was a very fit band, that old singular Christian intimations of these glories, while to the proud baron • The gracious prince that gave him life

woman, in the Cummerliead, named Elizabeth Mene in his barbarıc halls they were unknown. Nor is Would crown a never-dying flame;

zies, three miles distant, who had been tried with the there still any aristocratic monopoly of judgment And every tender babe I bore

violent death of her husband, at Pentland, afterwards more than of genius. For as to that Science of Should learn to lisp the giver's name.

of two worthy sons, Thomas Weir, who was killed at Negation which is taught peculiarly by men of pro

Drumclog, and David Steele, who was suddenly shot fessed elegance, we confess we hold it rather cheap. • But though he should be dragg'd in scorn

afterwards when taken. The said Marion Weir, sit- It is a necessary, but decidedly a subordinate accomTo yonder ignominious tree,

ting upon her husband's grave, told me, that before plishment; nay, if it be rated as the highest, it He shall not want une constant friend

that, she could see no blood but she was in danger to becomes a ruinous vice. This is an old truth, yet To share the cruel fate's decree.'

faint, and yet she was helped to be a witness to all ever needing new application and enforcement. Let 0, then her mourning coach was callid;

this, without either fainting or confusion, except when us know what to love, and we shall know also what The sledge inov'd slowly on before;

the shots were let off, her eyes were dazzled. His to reject; what to affirm, and we shall know also Though borne in a trumphal car,

corpse was buried at the end of the house where he what to deny: but it is dangerous to begin with She had not lov'd her lav'rite more. was slain.-Peden's Lise.

denial, and fatal to end with it. To deny is easy ;

nothing is sooner learnt, or more generally practised : She follow'd him, prepar'd to view


as matters go, we need no man of polish to teach it ; The terrible behests of law;

but rather, if possible, an hundred inen of wisdom to And the last scene of Jemmy's woes In the rising of 1745, a party of Cumberland's

shew us its limits, and teach us its reverse. With calm and stedfast eyes she saw. dragoons was running through Nithsdale in search

Are the fineness and truth of sense, manifested by of rebels. Hungry and fatigued, they stopped at a

the artist, found, in most instances, to be proportionate Distorted was that blooming face, loi widow's house, and demanded refreshment. Her

to his wealth and elevation of acquaintance ? Are Which she had fondly lov'd so long ; son, a youth of sixteen, dressed up a dish of

they found to have any perceptible relation either And stilled was that tuneful breatlı, long kale and butter for them, and the good woman

with the one or the other? We imagine not. Whose Which in her praise had sweetly sung'; brought her new milk, that she told them was all her

taste in painting, for instance, is truer and finer than

stock. One of the party enquired, Claude Lorraine's? and was not be a poor colourAnd sever'd was that beauteous neck,

with seeming kindness, how she lived. Indeed,' grinder, outwardly the meanest of menials? Where Round which her arms had fondly clos’d; said she, the cow and the kale yard, wi’ God's bles. again, we might ask, lay Shakspeare's rent-ro!! ; and And mangled was that beauteous breast, sing, are a' iny mailen.' Without another word being what generous peer took him by the hand, and unOn which her love-sick lead repos'd; spoken, the heartless trooper then rose, and with his

folded to himn the 'open secret' of the universe ; And ravish'd was that constant heart sabre killed the cow and destroyed all the kale.

teaching him that this was beautiful, and that not so ? She did to every heart prefer; The poor woman and her son were thus in a

Was le not a peasant by birth, and by furtune someFor though it could its King forget, moment thrown destitute upon the world. She

thing lower; and was it not thought much, even in 'Twas true and loyal still to her. herself soon died of a broken heart, and the discorso.

the height of his reputation, that Southampton allowed late youth wandered away beyond the inquiry of friends Amid those unrelenting flames,

him equal patronage with the zanies, jugglers, and or the search of compassion. In the continental bearwards of the time? Yet compare his taste, even She bore this constant heart to see; war which followed some years after, when the Britisha

as it respects the negative side of things; for, in regard But when 'twas moulder'd into dust, army had gained a great and signal victory, some of

to the positive, and far higher side, it admits no com*Yet, yet,' she cried, • I follow thee.'

the soldiery were one day making merry with their

wine, and recounting their exploits : a dragoon roared parison with any other mortal's,-compare it, for My death, my death alone can shiew

instance, with the taste of Beaumont and Fletcher, out—' I once starved a Scotch witch at Nithsdale; I his ootemporaries, men of rank and education, and of. The pure, the lasting love I bore;

killed her cow, and destroyed her greens; but,' added Accept, Oh Ileaven! of woes like our's, he, she could live for all that, on her God, slie sad! fastidious, and in great part false, and artificial deli

fine genius like hiinself. Tried even by the nice, And let us, let us, weep no more.'

"And don't you rue it?' cried a young soldier, starting cacy of modern times, how stands it with the trvo The dismal scene was o'er and past, up at the moment. • Don't you rue it?' · Rue

parties; with the gay triumphant men of fashior, The lover's mournful hearse retird; it! rue what?' said the other: • why should I rue

and the poor vagrant link-boy? Does the latter sin The maid drew back her languid head,

aught like that?' • Then, by heaven you shall rue
it, exclaimed the youth, unsheathing his sword, that former do ? For one line, for one word, which some

against, we shall not say taste, but etiquette, as the And sighing forth liis name-expir'd!

woman was my mother. Draw, you brutal villain, Chesterfield might wish blotted from the first, are Though justice ever must prevail,

draw!' They touglit on the instant. The youth there not in the others whole pages and scenes which, The tear my Kitty sheds is due;

passed his sword twice through the dragoon's body; with palpitating heart, he would hurry into deepest For seldom shall she hear a tale,

and, while he turned him over in the throes of death, night. This too, observe, respects not their genius, So sad, so tender, yet so true.

exclaimed, · Wretched man! had you but rued it, you but their culture; not their appropriation of beauties, should only have been punished by your God ! but their rejection of deformities,-by supposition,

We shall conclude these tragical stories, by way of the grand and peculiar result of high breeding. One morning, in those evil days, a man of the name relief, with an exquisite off-hand lampoon (at least it

Thomas Carlyle.-(From an admirable article upon of John Brown, having performed the worship of God

German Literature in the Edinburgh Review of 1827.) has all the air of being such) upon Frederick Prince in his family, was going with a spade in his hand to make ready some peat-ground. The mist being very of Wales, son of George the Second, a prince whom dark, he knew not where he was till the bloody Claver- people of all parties are now agreed in thinking no house compassed liim with three troops of his horse,

very great worthy, nor superior to what a lively A LADY'S PORTRAIT OF HERSELF. brought himn to his house, and there examined him, woman has liere written upon him ; for if we under

We gave, in one of our Romances of Real Life, a who, though he was a man of stammering speecli, yet answered both distinctly and solidly, which inade Cla- stand Horace Walpole rightly, who says the verses sample of this self-painting, from the pen of the faverhouse examine those wlion he had taken to be his were found among lier papers, they were the produc- mous Mademoiselle d'Orleans who married the guides through the muirs, if they had heard him

tion of the Honourable Miss Rollo, probably the Duke de Lauzun. It is a curious exercise of the prcach? They answered, No, no, he was never a

daughter of the fourth Lord Rollo, who was impli- judgment; and for more reasons than one, is apt to preacher.' To which he replied, “If he has never preached, meikle has he prayed in his time.' He then

cated in the rebellion. Frederick was familiarly be more candid than might be supposed at the first said to John, “Go to your prayers, for you shall im- termed Feckie and Fed.

thought of it. Suppose it sets some of our fair (or mediately die.' When he was praying, Claverhouse

“ Ilere lies Prince Fed, interrupted him three times. One time that he in

unfair) readers upon trying their hand. terrupted him, he was ying that the Lord would

Gonc down among the dead.
llad it been his father,

Charlotte Saumaise de Chasan, niece of the learned spare a remnant, and not make a full end in the day

We had much rather;

Claude Saumaise, (says Miss Ilays in her female of his anger. Caverhouse said, “I gave you time to

Had it been his mother,
Biography), was born in Paris, in 1619.

She repray, and you are begun to preach. Ile turned on his

ceived an excellent education under the direction of

Better than any other ; knees, and said, “Sir, you know neither the nature of

Had it been her sister,

her uncle, whose cares were rewarded by her profiprayer nor preaching, that call this preaching;' then

Few would have missed her;

ciency in every elegant acquirement. She espoused, continued without confusion! His wife standing by,

Had it been the whole generation,

while yet in early life, M. de Flecelles, count de with her children in her arms that she had brought

Ten times better for the nation;

Bregy, lieutenant general of the army, counsellor of forth to him, and another child of his first wife's, he

But since 'tis orily Fed,

the sword of state, envoy extraordinary to Poland, came to her and said, “ Now, Marion, the day is come,

and afterwards ambassador to Sweden. Celebrated

There's no more to be said." that I told you would come, when I first spoke to you

for her wit, her beauty, and her talents, the countess of marrying me.' Slie said, • Indeed, John, I can

was highly esteemed at court, and generally admired. willingly part with you.' Then he said, “This is all

She corresponded with Anne of Austria, to whom she I desire; I have no more to do but to die.' He kissed THE PERCEPTION OF BEAUTY AND

was lady of honour; also with the queen of Eng. his wife and bairns, and wished purchased and pro

land; with Christina, queen of Sweden; and with mised blessings to be poured upon them, and gave


the most distinguished and illustrious characters of them his blessing. Claverhouse ordered six soldiers

Europe. Benserade addressed to this lady a comto shoot him ; the inost part of the bullets came upon Taste, if it mean anything but a paltry con- plimentary epistle. The portrait she has drawn of his head, which scattered his brains upon the ground. noisseurship, must mean a general susceptibility to herself is too curious to be omitted. Then said Claverhouse to the hapless widow, · What truth and nobleness; a sense to discern, and a heart My person, says Madame de Bregy, perfectly well thinkest thou of thy husband now, woman?'.

To to love and reverence all beauty, order, goodness, proportioned, is neither too large nor too small. I which she answered, I thought ever much of him, wheresoever or in whatsoever forms and accompani- have a certain negligent air which convinces me I am and now as much as ever.' He said, "It were justice ments they are to be seen. This surely implies, as one of the finest women of my size. My hair is brown


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