sculptor, and dwelt with peculiar satisfaction in recalling the amiable qualities that distinguished his deceased friend. The Sculptors of Scotland." Mr. THOMAS CAMPBELL, as the senior Scottish Sculptor present, begged to return thanks. "The Memory of Sir Henry Raeburn." Shortly after this the Duke of Hamilton left the company amidst the loudest acclamations of applause. The chair was then taken by Sir Archibald Campbell, and successively by Sir Alexander Wood and Sir James Gordon. The jovial songs of Burns and of Cunningham kept up the hilarity of the meeting to a late hour; and in recalling national feelings and recollections, under the walls of the Capitol and the Palace of the Cæsars, shewed the peculiar characteristics of the sons of that mountain district which the Cæsars could never conquer. DAVID WILKIE, R. A. It is a fact not generally known, that St. Bernard's Crescent was built at the suggestion of this celebrated artist. While on a visit to Sir Henry Raeburn, he was struck with the picturesque effect of a double row of stately elms, and proposed to his friend to erect on each side of the trees a deep crescent, in the purest style of Grecian architecture. It must be gratifying to Mr. Wilkie to learn, that the houses and grounds vie in effect with any in Edinburgh. LINES Written in the Livre d'Etrangers of the Union Hotel at Chamond -by the late Lord BYRON. How many number'd, and how few agreed In age, in clime, in character, or creed? Here wand'ring Genius leaves an unknown name, Dutch craft and German dulness, side by side; What passion leads him, and what tie confines? Impassioned, senseless, vigorous, or old, BARON ROTHSCHILD. SOMEBODY asked the Baron Rothschild to take venison. "No," said the Baron, "I never eatsh wenshon, I don't think it ish so coot ash mutton."-"Oh," said the Baron's friend, "I wonder at your saying so. If mutton were better than venison, why does venison cost so much more?" "Vy," replied the Baron, "I vill tell you vy-in dish world de peoples alvaysh prefers vat ish deer to vat is sheep." ANECDOTE OF SIR RICHARD JEBB. SIR RICHARD being called to see a patient who fancied himself very ill, told him ingenuously what he thought, and declined prescribing, thinking it unnecessary. "Now you are here," said the patient, "I shall be obliged to you, Sir Richard, if you will tell me how I must live, what I may eat, and what not." directions as to that point," replied Sir Richard, "will be few and simple. You must not eat the poker, shovel, or tongs, for they are hard of digestion; nor the bellows, because they are windy; but any thing else you please!" "My TO MISS SMITH, On seeing her perform at Newcastle during the Race-Week, and recite Collins' Ode on the Passions. SWEET maid, thy charms some other pen may find, 'Twould melt a heart of stone to see thee weep, When horrid dreams have all their powers combin'd, Go, shine, like her who now, grown old in fame, THE FATE OF A BEGGAR BOY. 'MIDST darkness drear the tempest howl'd, The hoary tyrant sternly scowl'd, And whiten'd hill and dale; With drifting snows the thickened air I A beggar boy by hunger press'd, Expecting there a shelter warm, His purse was pennyless, and he But prison'd up in triple steel, In vain he urg'd the threatening blast, Where blaz'd the cheering fire; Again he trode his weary way, The blazing hearth, the inmates kind, Anon he sinks, again revives, And waddles on, and sinks and strives, He yields at last-benumb'd and cold, His struggling spirit sped to heaven, Dunse, 28th March, 1827. W. The melancholy event to which the above lines refer, we have been told, did not take place.-Ed. |