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The fate of nations ;--the king alone

The pathway to the heart may be the ear, Is fetter'd down to a gluey throne;

Where enter the kind messengers of gladness. While all the ministers round him dance,

I heard thee sing, and straightway a sweet madness Crushing him to the grave at once!

Rush'd like a full wave through each swelling vein, Beautiful fly! cast off that limb,

And I did love that madness,-for thy strain And in the glue just let it swim;

Bound every sense to pleasure with a chain
For better far it is to fly

I wish not to be broken !
Without that leg, than there to die !
Mr Thomas Brownlee, thou may'st write to us again.

Take thou my thanks, and wishes ! May increase

Of joy grow with thy years ! May golden peace In the following verses there is something like true Herald thy footsteps, as thou mov'st through life, passion and earnest sincerity,—attributes in which most A happy maiden or a happier wife ! modern love poems are wofully deficient :

May the calm eve of thy existence be

As pure and gentle as the tones that fell
I CANNOT CEASE TO LOVE.

Upon my soul, when yonder ivory key,
I mark'd thy charms of form and mind, unfolding day

Was touch'd by thy light fingers skilfully! by day,

And when thy spirit bows before His throne, Nor fear'd that love to my proud heart could ever find a May thy soul drink such music as thy own! way;

Glasgow, hath her poets not a few, and most of them A fierce and stormy soul was mine, that triumph'd in its

we håve already introduced to our readers. She hath power,

her poetesses too, and here are some verses by one of her And more than e'er a well-won field enjoy'd the battle's

best :
hour.

NAPOLEON'S MARSHALS.
But, as to Israel's moody king the holy Shepherd's lay Like meteors, they flash'd forth in glory,
Brought back his peace of mind, and chased the evil

Like meteors, they vanish'd away;
power away,

The page that records their bright story
Thy gentle spirit through my breast with soothing in.

Is closed with their fall or decay.
Auence stole,
And breathed into an alter'd man a new and purer soul.

They were reckless of deeds and of dangers,

Their Autocrat said they were brave; All unobserved a boundless love bas gain'd upon my

Their bosoms to pity were strangers mind:

They slew, without wishing to save. Thus springs where first they welter forth the searcher cannot find;

The legions of robbers they guided, Nor can, save in a waving line of fresher, juicier green,

Like locusts dismantled the earth, Amid the drier her bage round, their early course be seen.

And the murders at which they presided,

Brought shame on the land of their birth.
I dare not ask for love again ; as soon the boisterous north
Might hope to lure, before their time, the young spring's O, vainly would fancy hang round them
flowerets forth,

The mantle which chivalry wore ! As soon the dark and stormy soul, by passion's tempest They were slaves to the despot who found them, riven,

And fought for the titles they bore.
To win, by its convulsive throes, the quietude of heaven.

Go, track them by Douro's wild waters,
I cannot cease to love; enough of hopes that fairly shone, By the mountains and valleys of Spain,
Unripen'd to reality, have in succession gone,

And ask of her sons and her daughters,
As many a flower of gorgeous show that courts the sum-

If Britain hath vanquish'd in vain ? mer wind, Fades vainly on its barren stalk, and leaves no fruit be

They will tell of Junot and his mercies, hind.

Massena, Suchet, and Marmont ;

And the tale that their doings rehearses,
I cannot cease to love ; the more I see my hopes are vain,

May well with abhorrence be strong.
I seek, with self-will'd lunacy, to wake them up again;
Oh! if this glow that warms my heart could from its

Alas! for humanity's honour,
dwelling sever,

Alas! that such demons were men ! That heart in icy selfishness must close itself for ever.

The earth had a scourge laid upon her, I'll love thee still, whate'er betide! That calm and lofty And the whips were of scorpions then. brow,

Glasgow.

M. M. Those eyes in maiden gentleness that look upon me now,

We like to know what is going on in all corners of Thy stately form, thy winning voice, I'll treasure in my the world, especially in any of the romantic little nooks mind,

of our own land. Here is Like to some bright and holy saint in a poor cell en

shrined. Nor in our garland of poets must we forget one of

When the tourist has found a good inn, and swallowour earliest acquaintances-- Alexander Maclaggan. Ha! ed a good dinner, and enjoyed a pleasant nap, he naturally young bard, hast thou heard our Gertrude sing? Then, yawns out an enquiry as to the objects worth seeing in by the goddesses ! thou hast heard a voice not unworthy the neighbourhood of his halt; and having been satisfied of those sweet lines of thine :

of their existence and locality, thrusts his note-book into

a side-pocket, and sallies determinedly forth. To save TO GERTRUDE—(AFTER ILAVING HEARD HER SING.)

those who may visit our village the delay of question and By Alexander Maclaggan.

answer, when they might be actually admiring the scenes Fair lady! there are soothing sounds can cheer themselves, permit me to burden your all-engrossing

The spirit from its earthly weight of sadness ; Journal with a few hints and directions. First, let him

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A LETTER FROM OBAN.

When the shadows o' ev'ning

Arise in the cast,
O come, my dear lassie,

O come to my breast !
If I miss the sweet glint o'

Thy bonnie black ee,
I'll kiss where the print o'

Thy footsteps should be.

II.

visit Dunolly Castle, concerning which he will please to be informed, that it was, in ancient times, the residence of the powerful Lords of Lorne; one of whom, being in league with Edward of England, had wellnigh caused the death of King Robert the Bruce ; in evidence whereof, there still remains in the family the brooch of that monarch_" then most feloniously estranged from his person,” according to the words of an old writer. Be this as it may, the holder of the brooch can boast an antiquity, which makes most of our oldest families look young in the comparison. On his return, the tourist can contemplate the pillar to which, according to tradition, Fingal fastened his “ dogs of chase." Hence, it gets the name of “ The Dog-Stone." Let him then pass to the other side of the bay, and he will find the “ Skull Cave," connected with which is the following tradition :-More than a century ago, when the plague was making its death-dispensing journeys over Europe, but had as yet spared our own land, a foreign vessel suffered shipwreck in the sound of Kerrara, and the crew with difficulty reached the shore. The rude natives, dreading the pestilence, of which exaggerated tidings had reached them, beckoned the strangers to this cave, and blocking up the entrance with huge stones, enclosed them for ever. The barrier has been long removed, but many think that certain infection and death, of course, would ensue to him who dared cross the threshold. If so, The Edinburgh Literary Journal has a plague-struck contributor.–Next let the tourist take a wherry, and within an hour he is becalmed under the shadow of Castle-Ghoalan, perhaps the most picturesque ruin his eye ever saw. Then away with a fair wind to Dunstaffpage ; and there I leave him to read this sonnet which it inspired :

'Twas a night fu' o' gloom,

'Twas dark and 'twas late, But he promised to come,

And I promised to wait; I dress'd at the gloaming,

Sat down to my wheel, And sigh’d for his coming,

I lo'ed him sae weel. My heart said he'll come,

Though my lips they said no; And I eerily thought on

The drift and the snow; At last a wee tappie

Was heard at the door, My heart play'd pit-pattie,

I flew to the bar.

“« 'Tis something uncannie,"

I said, and withdrew; A voice cried 'twas Johnnie,

And what could I do? 0! he kiss'd me sae fondly,

I think o' it yet ;
And at that very meeting

Our bridal was set.

Two other poems and we have done. The first is

STANXAS TO

The setting sun of summer pour'd his rays.

Into the hush of thy grey solitude,

When last on yonder grassy bank I stood, Pondering upon the aye-departed days, When the broad banner deck'd these towers of thine,

And in thy hall, now dim and desolate,

At close of even the knights and ladies sate Mid light, and music, and the sparkling wine. Again I see thee—but a duskier hue

Thy melancholy aspect mantles o'er,The sky hath lost its smile of cloudless blue,

The flow'ret blossoms at my feet no more, And coldly doth the breath of Ruin climb From out thy dungeon-depths--thou pile of olden time.

In my first dream of boyhood I loved thee,

How dearly, my manhood has shown ; Nor sorrows nor dangers have moved me

I've loved thee, and loved thee alone! The frowns of the world, nor the storm,

Though it threaten'd, e'er made me depart; They prey'd on my cheek, on my form,

But they never could alter my heart

We have an ingenious correspondent of an acute and versatile turn of mind in the small village of West-Houses. There is a great deal of truth to nature, and of simple Scottish feeling, in the two little songs of his, which we subjoin :

When sickness and sorrow assail'd thee,

Oh! found you not still by your side The arm that bas never yet fail'd thee,

That would shield thee whatever betide ? There was not a dark frown of fate

That I fear'd, whilst those eyes beam'd on mine; I laugh'd at what others callid hate,

Whilst bless'd with a love such as thine.

TWO SONGS,

1.

There lives a young lassie

Beside yon green bower ; She is sweet as the dewdrop,

And fair as the flower ; For the smile o' her favour,

The glance o' her ee, The truest believer

A sinner might be.

And now that my hopes are all thwarted,

They betray me who could not subdue ; But although my false friends have departed,

Wilt thou, like the rest, vanish too ? Oh, no! 'tis the slanderer's spite;

What thou wert thou wilt still be to me Thou couldst not so cruelly blight

The bosom that beats but for thee ! R. L.

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me.

And there is pride upon thy brow,

am induced, in behalf of my friend, to appeal to the candour And sunshine in thy glance ;

and equity of those whom I have now the honour of adAnd gleams of pearl look out upon

dressing; and who will, if necessary, lend a willing ear to Thy wealth of braided hair,

his vindication. The truth is, Mr Murray's health had

been for some time declining; and in so alarming a degree, And jewels flash-like starlight thrown

that his best friends saw no remedy but in an entire change Upon the thankless air.

of habits, and total relaxation from business. So great,

however, was poor Murray's repugnance to “ quit the post The voice of song !- the air is rife

assigned him here,” that nothing but Mrs Siddons's convicWith a dream of glorious things,

tion that the preservation of bis life might depend upon Thy harp is thrilling with the life

his compliance with their wishes could induce him to yield Of all its shining strings;

to the advice of his physicians or the more anxious enThy head is bow'd in beauty down,

treaties of sisterly love-combined, however, they prevailed,

and I have now the satisfaction of informing his friends Thy lips are half apart;

and the public, that he is considerably recovered, and that The poet's deepest thought is thrown

the first use which he has made of returning health, has Forth from thy glowing heart !

been to devote himself with all the ardour which you know

he possesses, to the projected improvements of this estaYet would thou wert where softly falls

blishment, under the new patent. To the renovation of On flower the evening light,-

the scenery and wardrobes ; to the engagement of the most On the dim, deep streams, on the cottage walls,

distinguished talent which is to be procured; and, in short, With the woodbine trail'd and bright!

to every other circumstance which may contribute to ren

der the Edinburgh Theatre worthy of that galaxy of beauty Thy steps should be where the lily weeps,

and the host of talent and of rank which I now see before And the breeze be in thy hair,

Your applause convinces me, that, on this point, I And blessings should break from faltering lips, need say no more, and that the man whom I am happy to And thou be named in prayer,

call my friend, has been in your opinion fully justified. There is not one copy of verses among all those we

The season has been, upon the whole, a satisfactory, though

not a very profitable one; and I am enjoined by Mrs Sidhave given which is not worth the attention we have be- dons to return you her best thanks for the patronage which stowed upon it; and here in one day we have brought has made it so, together with her heartfelt acknowledgments together, -and we say it boldly, because we say it truly, of all your goodness to her during the long period of the -- collection of poems, mostly by persons as yet little now expiring patent. She begs me to assure you, that known in the literary world, as good and as varied as is while she exists, that goodness will be remembered by her to be met with upon an average in most of the Annuals. with emotions of the sincerest regard and most profound The capabilities of our own country are thus placed in a lively sense of the encouragement which their various ta

respect. The company, ladies and gentlemen, entertain a very strong point of view. They who will take the trouble lents have received from you during the season ; and though to call forth and encourage genius may always be sure of the last, not the least sensible of the debt they owe for the meeting with it; and, if they seek for reward, they will highly-distinguished reception which they have met with in not fail to obtain it in those feelings which invariably ac- Edinburgh, my daughter and I beg to record our grateful company the belief that they have added to the happiness testimony of your extreme kindness and liberality. And of a portion of their fellow-creatures, and encouraged now, ladics aud gentlemen, with united wishes for your them to pursue a path in which spring up the fairest bard not less endeared to English than to Scottish hearts, I

general health and prosperity, in the well-known lines of a blossoms of virtue and of peace. To aid in this benevo- most respectfully take my leave. lent, and perbaps too much neglected, duty, will ever be one of the favourite objects of the EDITOR IN HIS SLIPPERS.

“ To all, to each, a fair good night,

And pleasing dreams and slumbers light."

(Applause.) THE DRAMA.

Mr Murray must be prepared against next season to The Theatre closed for the season with Miss Kemble's give a new impulse to the affairs of his establishment, and benefit on Saturday last. We were not present; but this can only be done by setting about his improvements Miss Kemble's performance of Euphrasia, in the “ Gre on a spirited and comprehensive plan. The scenery cian Daughter" seems generally to have been considered should be entirely new, and so should the dresses ; the one of her most successful efforts. Our opinions with orchestra should be greatly strengthened ; there should regard to this young lady are already recorded, and it is be more supernumeraries, and more clever actors of inTieedless to go over the ground again; but a fact has come ferior parts; there should be a corps de ballet, containing to our knowledge in the course of the week, which we

some handsome females, and none that are positively ugly; think ought to be made known. Sir Walter Scott, in a there should be a lady to do justice to the leading parts letter to a literary friend in this town, has not only ex

in opera, and another to sustain those of tragedy and copressed himself highly delighted with Miss Kemble's medy; there should be a better leader of the male buacting, but has expressly stated that he has not seen any siness than Barton, and an infinitely better man singer than one whom he thought her equal since the retirement of Larkin. We shall say more upon this subject ere long ; Mrs Siddons. They who are capable of judging for them at present we feel inclined to indulge our three heads selves may not, perhaps, be greatly influenced by this, with a short nap. especially as we believe Sir Walter was in the theatre

Old Cerberus. only one evening during Miss Kemble's engagement; but a favourable verdict from the most eminent man of the day will not be a matter of indifference to the great mass

METROPOLITAN THEATRICALS. of play-going people, and Miss Kemble is entitled to all the advantages which can accrue from it.

London, June 28th, 1830. It being customary to deliver a farewell address at the

“ The summer having set in with its usual severity," close of the season, Mr Kemble, in the absence of Mr

our leviathan theatres have now both closed ; and, as a Murray, made the following speech :

pleasant relaxation from the toils of the eight months' LADIES AND GENTLEMEN_This being the last night of the theatrical season, I am deputed by Mrs Henry Siddons, season, the managers have commenced a furious crusade in the absence of her brother, to make you the accustomed against their minor rivals, for playing the legitimate farewell address. Lest Mr Murray's absence, from one or

drama without a license. Guerre à l'outrance" is two surmises which have reached ine, may be imputed, if their avowed motto, and, after much previous drumming not to neglect, at least to carelessness of public opinion, 1 and trumpeting on both sides, the first act of hostilities

FROM THE PERSIAN OF MESNAVI.

1

took place at the Bow-street Police Office on Thursday immortality, may it be as truly said of WILLIAM as of last, when, to the unspeakable delight of the Tottenham GBORGE, Street dramatis persone, the Magistrates dismissed the information ; though the farce is to be repeated, it seems,

“ His people's heart is his funeral urn; by particular desire, this week. Eschewing the mani.

And, though sculptured stone were denied him, fest temptation to embellish my narrative by quoting,

There will his name be found, when in turn “ 'Tis excellent to have a giant's strength,”—“ Man,

We lay our heads beside him.” dressed in a little brief authority,"—“Oh! that some power the gift would gie us," and divers Other “ odd branches of learning,” and pithy aphorisms, to the same effect, I cannot but express my regret at an interference,

ORIGINAL POETRY. which, to say the least of it, is exceedingly impolitic; and must, in all probability, cause a reaction, which will ulti

THE SWEETEST SPOT. mately enable the minors to do legally, what they now do by courtesy only,—since it would be the height of folly to deny that the triumph of Thursday was solely owing to the ingenuity of the defendants' counsel, Charles Phillips ;

By the Author of " Anster Fair." or that all the theatres acting under the magistrates' li.

0! thou, whose foot, erratic still, cense only, do not infringe the law every night they are And restless as thy wayward will, open. Their proprietors will, of course, now make it a From shore to steep, from vale to hill, common cause ; and the result, I trust, will be some final,

All round this glorious world has reel'd, and, at the same time, equitable arrangement, to suit, if O! say, of all thine eyes have seen, possible, the interest of all parties.

Each town of gold, each grove of green, The late Covent Garden season has been, I am rejoiced

Which is the sweetest, happiest scene, to say, most deservedly prosperous, which prosperity ex

The richest town, the fairest field ? tended not only to the concern, but to the performers' benefits; more than one of which produced, with presents, O lady, lady! that dear place, upwards of £700, clear of all expenses : though Fawcett's Though poor of soil and scant in space, last leave-taking was as complete a piece of theatrical

Where she we love, the girl whose grace quackery and stage effect as was ever exhibited on those or

Has with sweet bondage bless'd the breast, any other boards. As an actor, he was always much

That spot where she in pomp doth bide, overrated; and as a manager, he was the very reverse of However mean, o'er all beside, popular,—so much so, indeed, that I can account for his Empires of power and lands of pride, fellow-performers crowding round him on his last night,

Is sweetest, richest, fairest, best ! only upon the supposition of their joy at getting rid of him. In the discharge of his managerial duties, he knew

Wherever dwells the maid we prize, no more of the “ suaviter in modo," than he did of the Bright as the moon that walks the skies, language the words are written in; and his " fortiter in Her presence doth imparadise re" was equally despotic in tone and tendency. When

The nook where she in light doth move; Covent Garden Theatre was in its depth of difficulties

Were it a sunless cavern drear, last autumn, Mr Fawcett, then stage-manager, neither

To her bless'd lover 'twould appear gave nor lent one shilling towards the extrication of a More rose-bestrew'd, and bright, and clear, concern to which he was indebted for all his fame and

Than Eden rich with light and love. fortune ; and he has now retired upon a pension for him. self and wife, of whom very few persons ever heard as an

O thou, my soul's beloved! with thee actress, from the Theatrical Fund, to which he also still

The dragon's dungeon would to me continues treasurer, and will therefore, at the next anni

But as a bower of roses be, versary, with bis usual cast-iron eloquence, beg for him

All paved and glorified with bliss; self! I offer no remarks on these facts; they speak for

Heart-plund'rer! whom I love too well, themselves.

With thee I joyously could dwell Drury Lane having got rid of its American legislator,

Even in the howling halls of hell,

And from thy lips an Eden kiss! is now preparing for a new campaign under its Jewish lessee, with whom retrenchment and economy are to be the order of the day, and the star system is, for the hun

GENTLENESS. dredth time, promised to be abolished.--Mr Joseph Wood and the ex Lady William Lennox are singing duets to OK! the winning charm of gentleness, so beautiful to me! the admirers of public and private virtue in Dublin, 'Tis this has bound my soul so long, so tenderly to thee,— whence they talk of emigrating to New York; and Kean The gentle heart, like jewel bright beneath the ocean blue, is playiog his “last six nights in England,” at the Hay- In every look and tone of thine still shining sweetly market. Vauxhall Gardens opened on Friday last; and through! Mathews closes a very successful season this evening. The theatres, which were all closed on Saturday last, on What though the crowd with wonder bow before great account of the decease of his late Majesty, are, by an act genius' fire, of

grace on the part of our present Sovereign, permitted | And wit with lightning-flash commands to reverence and to re-open to-night, and to remain so until the three days

admire ; of the Royal lying-in-state and funeral, which will most ( 'Tis gentleness alone that gains the tribute of our love, probably be on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday, the And falls upon the ear like dew on flowers, from heaven 12th, 13th, and 14th of July.—My writing has been in

above! terrupted by the arrival of the heraldic cortége for proclaiming King William The Fourth, which ceremony Ah! many a day has past since then, yet I remember is just completed, amidst the deafening acclamations of one well, of the greatest crowds I ever saw in London. Thus Once from my lips an angry thought in hasty accents fell; auspiciously has commenced the reign of another scion of A word of wrath I utter'd in a light and wayward mood the illustrious House of Brunswick; and when he, too, Of wrath !-to thee, my earliest friend, the noble and the shall tread that dark valley, whence death conducts to

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LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES. ness past, The proudest soul will own his fault, and melt in tears

The concluding volume of the works of Burckhardt the traveller at last!

will appear in a few days, and will be entitled, Manners and Customs

of the Modern Egyptians, illustrated from their proverbial sayings. O gentleness ! thy gentleness, so beautiful to me!

Lord Francis Leveson Gower is on the eve of publishing the Camp 'Twill ever biod my heart in love and tenderness to thee;

of Wallenstein, translated from the German, with original Poems.

General Sir Hew Dalrymple announces an account of his own proI bless thee for all high-born thoughts that fill that breast ceedings whilst in command at Gibraltar, and

afterwards when com

mander of the forces in Portugal, including, in as far as he was conBut most. I bless thee for thy gift of gentleness divine ! cerned, a full and faithful narrative of the Peninsular War.

GERTRUDE. Major Leith Hay is preparing for publication a Narrative of the

Peninsular Campaigns, extending from 1808 to 1811, in which the scenes personally witnessed by this gallant officer will be delineated

from journals kept from day to day. MONODY.

The Journal of a Tour, made by Senor Juan de Vega, the Spanish

Minstrel of 1828 and 1829, through Great Britain and Ireland, a OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF GEORGE IV.

character personated by an English Gentleman, is announced.

The Anatomy of Society, by Mr St John, will be published in the By William Wilson.

autumn.

Mr Dyce is preparing the dramatic works of Robert Greene, uniIt was a kingdom's filial cry

form with his editions of Peele and Webster; to which are to be A country's voice-a people's sigh

added, the poems contained in his prose tracts, with an account of That rose, like sound of ocean's surge,

the author and his writings.

Mr Ackerman announces a new Annual for 1831, entitled the And sung a long-loved monarch's dirge.

Humorist, to be edited by W. H. Harrison, author of “ Tales of a

Physician,” with wood engravings from drawings by the late Mr
And he hath pass'd— Time's noiseless tide

Rowlandson.
Hath swept away our island's pride,

A translation of Professor Heeren's valuable works is in the press.
And left, instead, the charnel's gloom,

Lord Nugent is engaged upon a work to be entitled, Hampden's The shroud, the pall, and waving plume.

Character, Conduct, and Policy, as well as those of the party with whom he acted. It is anticipated that the noble author will be en

abled to illustrate this era of our history with much original inforAnd, calm reposing, on the bed

mation. Of Death he rests his kingly head,

Mr Galt's new novel of Southennan is illustrative of that period of Uncumber'd now with crown or care,

Scottish history which intervened between the arrival of Queen Or statesmens' wile, or suppliant's prayer.

Mary from France and the murder of Rizzio. The story turns on the attachment of Chatelar to Mary. Among other histo-ical cha

racters introduced are, the Earls of Murray and Morton, who were How brightly fair his sun arose,

afterwards Regents of Scotland. O'er humbled crowns and quailing foes ;

In the work entitled Norrington, or the Memoirs of a Peer, which How beauteously, in noonday smile,

will shortly make) its appearance, circumstances are introduced It beam'd upon our sea-bound isle.

which have actually occurred, and many characters, known both

here and in the metropolis of a sister isle, occupy a prominent place. And now with calm and cloudless ray,

We have received the first volume of the Juvenile Library. It

seems a handsomely got up publication. We shall speak of its in. In glory it bath wan'd away;

trinsic merits next Saturday. But bright in mem'ry's fondest dreams

We observe that the Dublin Literary Gazette, which has now are Shall linger long its dying beams.

rived at the 26th No. is to be discontinued in its present shape, but

is henceforward to be published monthly under the title of the Dub. His was the high and kingly art

lin Literary Gazette and National Magazine. This periodical has

hitherto been conducted with much respectability. To win and keep his people's heart ;

CHARLES AND Fanny KEMBLE. -We have seen two busts, which And his a prince's proudest boast,

have just been executed by Lawrence Macdonald, of Charles Kemble Where known best, beloved the most.

and his daughter. We do not think that this eminent sculptor has

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