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a staircase ascended from the sea-shore, like the buildings we We wish that Sir Walter had entered more fully into read of in the romances of Mrs Radcliffe. “ Sach a castle, in the extremity of the Highlands, was marks, and we give him fair warning, that if he does not

the subject he touches upon in these his concluding reof course furnished with many a tale of tradition, and many a superstitious legend, to fill occasional intervals in the music speedily supply the omission, we will do it for him. and song, as proper to the halls of Dunvegan as when Johnson commemorated them. We reviewed the arms and ancient valuables of this distinguished family saw the dirk Basil Barrington and his Friends. In three volumes. and broadsword of Rorie Mhor, and his horn, which would Pp. 300, 311, 314. London. Colburn and Bentley. drench tbree chiefs of these degenerate days. The solemn 1830. drinking cup of the Kings of Man must not be forgotten, nor the fairy banner given to Macleod by the Queen of We are not certain that, in point of execution, this Fairies; that magic flag, which has been victorious in two work is exactly what it ought to be ; and we rather

pitched fields, and will float in a third, the bloodiest and the incline to suspect that the author is himself plagued with Elast, when the Ellin Sovereign shall, after the tight is ended, similar doubts. We must, however, do him the justice recall her banner, and carry off the standard-bearer. “ Amid such tales of ancient tradition, I had from Mac-object is, to impress upon the minds of his readers the duty

to admit that the moral of bis tale is excellent. His great leod and his lady the courteous offer of the haunted apart

ment of the castle, about which, as a stranger, I might be incumbent upon every man to try by all means to grow - supposed interested. Accordingly, I took possession of it rich. There is no doubt that the first faculty that dis• about the witching hour. Except some tapestry hangings, plays itself in the infant mind is acquisitiveness. No

and the extreme thickness of the wall, which argued great sooner does a baby make the discovery that there is a world antiquity, nothing could have been more comfortable than external to its little body, but it instinctively attempts to the interior of the apartment; but if you looked from the lay hold of every object that presents itself to its senses. windows, the view was such as to correspond with the Its first attempts, certainly, are not always guided by the highest tone of superstition. An autumnal blast, sometimes clear, sometimes driving mist before it, swept along the best of judgments. We have seen these greenhorns snatch, troubled billows of the lake, which it occasionally concealed, before now, at the blaze of a candle. Nay, we have seen and by fits disclosed. The waves rushed in wild disorder one, before its experience was sufficiently matured to on the shore, and covered with foam the steep piles of rocks, teach it that the bunch of fingers which it saw, and which, rising from the sea in forms something resembling of whose attachment to itself it was informed by the the human figure, bave obtained the name of Macleod's tingling of its nerves, were one and the same, attempt. Maidens, and, in such a night, seemed no bad representatives of the Norwegian goddesses, called Choosers of the Slain, ing to catch its paw in its hand. We might go on, after or Riders of the Storm. There was something of the dig- the fashion of Grotius, to prove, by the common consent nity of danger in the scene; for, on a platform beneath the of all nations, that the full developement of this faculty windows, lay an ancient battery of cannon, which had is the great duty of man. We might quote the nursery sometimes been used against privateers even of late years. books, to prove that virtue is recommended to little boys The distant scene was a view of that part of the Quillan

and girls, not as some pseudo philosophers would do, mountains which are called, from their form, Macleod's under an absurd impression that it possesses an inherent Dining-tables. The voice of an angry cascade, termed the nurse of Rorie Mhor, because that chief slept best in its beauty of its own, but simply because its practice is the vieinity, was heard from time to time mingling its notes

surest way of attaining to ride in a coach.

We might with those of wind and wave. Such was the haunted room show how instinctively men shrink from the side of a at Dunvegan, and as such, it well deserved a less sleepy in- poor man as from one sick of the plague. We might habitant. In the language of Dr Jobpson, who has stamped demonstrate that virtue is virtue no longer when seen his memory on this remote place, :I looked round me, and through the interstices of a ragged coat, any more than wondered that I was not more affected; but the mind is Humphrey Clinker's white skin was a beauty when not at all times equally ready to be moved.” In a word, it exposed to the discriminating eyes of Miss Tabitha Bramis necessary to confess, that of all I heard or saw, the most

But all engaging spectacle was the comfortable bed, in which I ble, through a deficiency in his inexpressibles. boped to make amends for some rough nights on ship this array of proof is unnecessary, for that inexorable, board, and where I slept accordingly without thinking of monitor, of whom Darwin tell us that he ghost or goblin, till I was called by any servant in the morn

“ Holds in the vaulted heart his dread resort," ing.

« From this I am taught to infer, that tales of ghosts and prompts us on all occasions to deny poverty in ourselves, demonology are out of date at forty and upwards; that it (even at the hazard of a fib,) and to be ashamed to be is only in the morning of life that this feeling of supersti- seen in the company of those who are affected with it. tion comes over us like a summer cloud,' affecting us with Against this voice of nature, Sir James Mackintosh will fear, which is solemn and awful rather than painful; and tell you it is vain to argue. The conclusion is irresistject at all, it should have been during a period of life when ible :--There is but one unpardonable crime-Poverty. I could have treated it with more interesting vivacity, and

Our author argues the question very ingeniously in the might have been at least amusing, if I could not be instruct-form of a novel. ive. Even the present fashion of the world seems to be ill suited for studies of this fantastic nature; and the most ordinary mechanic has learning sufficient to laugh at the tig- A Biographical Memoir of the late Dr Walter Ordney ments which, in former times, were believed by persons far

and Captain Hugh Clapperton, both of the Royal Navy, advanced in the deepest knowledge of the age. “ I cannot, however, in conscience, carry my opinion of my

and Major Alex. Gordon Laing, all of whom died amid countrymen's good sense so far as to exculpate them entirely

their active and enterprising endeavours to explore the from the charge of credulity. Those who are disposed to Interior of Africa. By the Rev. Thomas Nelson, look for them, may, without much trouble, see such mani M. W.S. 12mo. Pp. 150. Edinburgh. Waugh and fest signs, both of superstition and the disposition to believe Innes. 1830. in its doctrines, as may render it no useless occupation to compare the follies of our fathers with our own. The NOTWITHSTANDING this lumbering title, which seems to sailors have a proverb, that every man in his lifetime must have been framed in emulation of certain antiquated ent a peck of impurity; and it seems yet more clear, that models of tombstone eloquence, the work itself will be eyety generation of the human race must swallow a certain found to contain a considerable portion of new and inmpasure of nonsense. There remains hope, however, that teresting information. The author has had access to the grosser faults of our ancestors are now out of date; and original letters both of Oudney and Clapperton, and has that, whatever follies the present race may be guilty of, the sense of humanity is too universally spread to permit them learned many particulars of their history from conversit

The narrative of to think of tormenting wretches till they confess what is tion with their friends and relations. impossible, and then burning them for their pains.” Laing has been compiled from different sources, as an ap



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propriate accompaniment to the two which precede it common-sense exposition of the rudiments of harmony, The style is neat and correct.

divested of all technicalities, and, we may safely say, “ adapted to the meanest capacity," for every proposition

is enforced by judicious examples. Mr Rodwell has deTales of Other Days. By J. Y. A. With Illustrations voted a portion of the work to an account of the several

by George Cruikshank. One volume, 8vo. Pp. 250. instruments used in the orchestra, in which is pointed London. Effingham Wilson. 1830.

out the best parts of each, and the keys in which they

may be used with the greatest effect. The nature of the Tuese tales are much of the same intellectual calibre work will not permit us to give our readers a specimen with the great majority of those upon which George of its excellencies, but we have great pleasure in recomCruikshank has squandered away his illustrations. Many mending it to their notice.

1 a lame dog has he thus benevolently helped over a stile. The best of the engravings is undoubtedly the vignette, in which a fat Dutchman runs roaring, in the agony of mortal fear, from a lathy devil, who gains upon him with Models of Modern French Conversation, consisting of New prodigious strides. The next, in point of merit, is a little

and Familiar Dialogues, in French and English, on the Friar Rush, laughing in the face of a decent elderly gen

most common and useful Subjects : Adapted to the use tleman, whom the imp's lantern has betrayed into a bog.

of Ladies' and Gentlemen's Seminaries, Private StuNearly equal to this is the astonishment of the young

dents, and Strangers visiting Paris. By M. de la lady at the surpassing ugliness of her wooer.

Claverie, Professor of the French and Italian Languages in Liverpool. London. Whittaker, Treacher,

and Arnot. 1830. Select Views of the Principal Cities of Europe. From This is one of the many respectable introductory works

Original Paintings, by Lieut.-Colonel Batty, F.R. S. for the use of those who study the French language, with
Part II. Gibraltar. London. Moon, Boys, and which we are nearly overstocked.

Graves. 1850.
Characteristic Sketches of Animals. Drawn from the

life, and engraved by Thomas Landseer. Part 11. The Anatomy of the Bones of the Human Body, represenl. · Dedicated, by permission, to the Zoological Society.

ed in a Series of Engravings, copied from the elegant London. Moon, Boys, and Graves. 1830.

Tables of Sue and Albinus. By Edward Mitchell, EnThe second part of Colonel Batty's work contains a graver. With Explanatory References by the late ground-plan of the peninsula, rock, and fortifications of

John Barclay, M.D., Lecturer on Anatomy. A New Gibraltar, together with six views of that key to the

Edition. By Robert Knox, M.D., Lecturer on AnaMediterranean. The first view is the rock, as seen from

tomy, &c.

Edinburgh. Maclachlan and Stewart. the Mediterranean shore ; the second, from the bay side ;

1830. the third, from the anchorage, in front of the old mole; Plates of the Arteries of the Human Body, after Frederic the fourth, from above Camp bay ; the fifth, from Europa

Tiedemann, Professor of Anatomy and Physiology in the point; the sixth, from Catalan bay. In order to identify University of Heidelberg. Engraved by E. Mitchell, the views in the recollection of those to whom the place under the superintendency of Thomas Wharton Jones, is familiar, and, as far as possible, to convey a similar

Surgeon. With Explanatory References. Translated familiarity to those who have not visited it, the author

from the Original Latin, by Robert Knox, M.D., has etched slight outlines of each, wherein the differ Lecturer on Anatomy. Edinburgh. Maclachlan and ent objects are numbered, corresponding with marginal Stewart. 1830. references. The engravings are faithful and accurate Engravings of the Nerves, copied from the Works of views of the places they profess to represent; and, after Scarpa, Sæmmering, and other distinguished Anatostudying them, we are almost as well acquainted with mists. By E. Mitchell, Engraver. With ExplanaGibraltar, as if we had visited it. Considered as works tory Letter-press, by Robert Knox, M.D., Lecturer on of art, the engravings are highly respectable.

Anatomy. Edinburgh. Maclachlan and Stewart. 1830. There is a great deal of truth to nature in Landseer's

The professors of medical science have agreed that a sketches. The Bengal Tigers, in particular, are done to knowledge of anatomy can be obtained only by dissection; the life. There is a grim sagacity in the countenance of but it is also conceded that anatomical plates may be the one that is standing upright, and we almost think studied with advantage. They point out to the student that we hear the yell of his couchant comrade. Tbe Ibex, the various parts which he finds in the real subject; they with his enormous horns, is one of the most sagacious- restore to his recollection minutiæ that may escape the looking old gentlemen we have seen. The culs-de-lampe most retentive memory; and display the minute ramificaare, however, characterised by much of Landseer's wonted tions of nerves which are very seldom demonstrated in exaggeration.

our anatomical theatres. No anatomist, however attached

he may be to the scalpel, can examine the splendid en-1 The First Rudiments of Harmony. By J. G. Rodwell, Tiedemann, or Cloquet, without being satisfied of the

gravings of Sue, Albinus, Cheselden, Caldani, Scarpa, Professor of Harmony at the Royal Academy of Music. advantages that may be derived from the occasional ipLondon. Goulding and D'Almaine. 1830. Pp. 147. spection of such plates ; but these works have been neces

The theory of music has hitherto made little progress sarily published in so costly a style, that those who prinin this country; and we do not wonder that this intellec- cipally require to consult, can seldom afford to purchase tual and delightful study has been neglected, when we them. Under these circumstances, the junior members consider how few proper elementary treatises there are of the profession are indebted to the editors and publishers on the subject, and the technicalities and pedantry by of the anatomical plates before us, which preserve faithwhich these few are disfigured. The consequence is, fully all the accuracy and spirit of the original engrathat a knowledge of harmony is totally disregarded in vings; and are at the same time so cheap as to be accessible musical education, and our amateurs are merely drilled to every student. The first series of plates represents into a little mechanical dexterity. Mr Rodwell has done the anatomy of the bones. These are copied from the much to remedy this evil by the publication of the work tables of Sue and Albious. The second series exbibits Before us,—the value of which is greatly enhanced by its the anatomy of the arteries. These are copied from the unpretending character. It is an admirable, practical, very fine folio work of Tiedemann. The third series


presents us with the anatomy of the nerves.

These are A school.of taste based upon a false theory, tickling copied from the works of Scarpa, Sæmmering, Walther, itself with worthless and transient emotions, could not Fischer, and Charles Bell. These have all been drawn last. The days of Louvet, Kotzebue, and Monk Lewis, from the originals, by the eidograph of Professor Wallace, (for its disciples were not confined to France,) have long and engraved by Mr Mitchell. Having attentively exa- passed. But, coinciding in point of time with a great mined them, we can bear testimony to their accuracy ; political revolution, and the predominance of a fashionand without any hesitation, recommend them to the pro- able philosophy, these new canons of taste aided in fession, as the best and cheapest anatomical engravings emancipating the national mind from the yoke of old that have been published in this country.

opinions. They died themselves, but not till their ephemeral popularity had destroyed their predecessors. They

seemed, like the lightning, framed not to exist itself, but FRENCH LITERATURE.

to destroy other existences. Anthologie Française ; or, Specimens of the Poetry of the but the worst hour is past. Good sense and just taste

The ferment has not yet entirely subsided in France, Augustan Age of France, and of the Eighteenth and pre- are again making themselves heard. That country, howa sent Century, including Selections from the most eminent Living Poels. With Notes and Illustrations ; a work ever, although she has already produced several who may equally adapted to the Library and to Schools. Post 8vo. be regarded as standing high in the poetical profession, (if Pp. 290. London. Treuttel, Würtz, and Co. 1830. such a tradesman-like phrase be admissible,) has not yet

given birth to one who deserves to be termed, in the high The character of the Belles Lettres in France has been, and exclusive sense of the word—a poet. But we have if possible, more effectually revolutionized than even the no doubt the day is coming. form of government. The literature of the age of Louis We have been anxiously waiting, some time back, for XIV., with all its beauties and with all its defects, is at

an opportunity of submitting to our readers some specithis moments to the great body of the nation, as effect- mens of modern French poetry, and we opened the book ively an antiquated literature as that of the Greeks and now before us with considerable hopes of being at length Romans. The grandeur of Corneille, the delicacy and able to satisfy our longing. To a certain extent we have tenderness of Racine, the devotional grandeur of Rous- been disappointed. The editor says in his preface,—“ Le seau (Jean Baptiste), the manly sense of Boileau, and seul arrangement que l'éditeur se soit préscrit dans la the envenomed playfulness of Voltaire, are still admi- succession des pièces c'est le retour périodique de celles red, and will continue to be so, not only in France, but qui devaient former un cours de religion et de morale." in every nation where the capacity of appreciating true And again,—“ L'éditeur s'est imposé le soin le plus scrugenius exists. But they now give pleasure to the reader, puleux de ne rien introduire qui pût blesser la pureté des in virtue of those traits of natural and eternal beauty moeurs, ou qui ne conservât un parfait accord avec les which are recognised by the mind in every state of so- pièces expressément consacrés aux préceptes de morale," ciety. They are no longer buoyed up by their accordance The consequence of which determination is, that he has with conventional feeling, but must rest upon their own executed his task in rather a puritanical spirit. For exintrinsic merits. We read Racine as we would read Vir- ample, not one poem of De Béranger is allowed to sully gil. We are overpowered by the simplicity of true pas- his immaculate pages ; and in his selections from otber sion wherever it speaks out ; but, in order to understand popular writers, he seems to have been determined by a his works as a whole, we must constantly refer to that wish to exemplify their preaching powers, rather than state of society of which he formed a part, -we must call the peculiarities of their genius. upon our antiquarian knowledge to lend the key to many In order, however, to make the best of a bad bargain, dark passages.

we present our readers with a few extracts from three of The disciples of Rousseau, and also those of Diderot, the most popular French poets of the day,—De la Maraffected to speak of the old literature of France as cold tine, Casimir Delavigne, and Alfred de Vigny. They and foreign to the business and bosoms of men. If there

are not, it is true, exactly such as we would have selected were any truth in the assertion, it applied, not to the great for the purpose of conveying a just impression of the full masters of French poetry, but to the dabblers in criticism powers of these authors; but they will at least serve to who pretended to adore them. This superficial race, in convince such as are not familiar with the modern literaFrance as in all countries, mistook the letter for the spi-ture of France, that it is graced by men of no ordinary rit of the law. Worse than the prodigal, they voluntarily genius.' champed upon the husks, while the kernels were free to

De la Martine possesses more exact graphic power, their choice. But their antagonists erred as widely from and more impassioned imagination, than any of his comthe truth as they did. These latter argued justly, that petitors. The following verses are selected from his ode a common citizen was subject to the same passions as a entitled Bonaparte. It is of no importance whether his great monarch or warrior ; but when they attempted, conception of that chief's character be just or not, it is upon the concession of this point, to establish the possi- delineated with true poetic fervour. The image in the bility of finding materials for the higher kinds of poetry last verse we have quoted, suggested by the picture of the in domestic life, they overlooked the important truth, exiled warrior, musing on the events of his past life, is that poetry is something which carries us out of, and poetical in the true sense of the word : raises us above ourselves, and that the dull recurring details of domestic duties, and privations, and petty squabbles,

« Ta tombe et ton berceau sont couverts d'un nuage; are incompetent to such a task. Kings and generals— Mais, pareil à l'éclair, tu sortis d'un orage; men in public life—are the heroes of epic and tragic poetry, Tel ce Nil dont Memphis boit les vagues fécondes

Tu foudroyas le monde avant d'avoir un nom: not because their office is more poetical than that of the Avant d'être nommé fait bouillonner ses ondes lowest drudge in the machine of society, but because

Aux solitudes de Memnon. the interests about wbich they are conversant are more general, and leave the mind more room to expand itself. “ Tu n'aimais que le bruit du fer, le cri d'alarmes, In like manner, when our reformers complained of the L'éclat resplendissant de l'aube sur les armes : coldness of their immediate predecessors, they were in the Et ta main ne flattait que ton léger coursier, right; but when they proceeded to elaborate their own

Quand les flots ondoyants de sa pâle crinière poetry exclusively out of a class of feelings, which, how. Sillonnaient comme un vent la sanglante poussière, ever disguised and modified, are still essentially material

Et que ces pieds brisaient l'acier. and sensual

, they yet more unequivocally degraded poetry. “Tu grandis sans plaisir, tu tombas sans murmure, They rendered it of the earth earthy,

Rien d'humain ne battait sous ton épaisse armure:

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Sans haine et sans amour, tu vivais pour penser.

Comme de larges réseaux, Comme l'aigle regnant dans un ciel solitaire,

Avec ce long bruit qui tremble,
Tu n'avais qu'un regard pour mesurer la terre,

Qui se prolonge, et resemble
Et des serres pour l'embrasser !

Aux bruit des ailes qu'ensemble

Ouvre une troupe d'oiseaux.”
« Oh ! qui m'aurait donné d'y sonder ta pensée,
Lorsque le souvenir de ta grandeur passé

Venait, comme un remords, t'assaillir loin du bruit,
Et que, les bras croisés sur ta large poitrine,

« N'importe ! elle bondit dans son repos troublée, Sur ton front chauve et pu, que la pensée incline,

Elle toarna trois fois jetant vingt-quatre éclairs,
L'horreur passait comme la nuit !

Et rendit tous les coups dont elle était criblée,

Feux pour feux, fers pour fers. • Tel qu’un pasteur debout sur la rive profonde Voit son ombre de loin se prolonger sur l'onde,

“ Ses boulets enchainés faucbaient des mâts enormes, Et du fleuve orageux suivre, en flottant, le cours;

Fesaient voler le sang, la poudre et le goudron, Tel du sommet désert de ta grandeur suprême,

S'enfonçaient dans le bois, comme au cæur des grands ormes Dans l'ombre du passé te recherchant toi-même

Le coin du bûcheron,
Tu rappelais tes anciens jours."

« Un brouillard de fumée ou la flamme étincelle Delavigne is always vigorous, and often elevated; but L'entourait; mais, le corps brûlé, noir, écharpe, he wants the rich sentiment of De la Martine, and is Ele tournait, roulait, et se tordait sous elle,

Comme un serpent coupé. addicted to antithesis ; sometimes be even condescends to conceits. His Napoleon, placed beside the other's Bona- ce jour entier passa dans le feu, dans le bruit;

“Le soleil s'éclipsa dans l'air plein de bitume. parte, will show the different characters of their poetry: Et lorsque la nuit vint, sous cette ardente brume “ Dieu mortel, sous tes pieds les monts courbant leurs têtes,

On ne vit pas la nuit.
T'ouvraient un chemin triomphal,

“ Nous étions enfermés comme dans un orage: Les élémens soumis attendaient ton signal;

Des deux flottes au loin le canon s'y mêlait;
D'une nuit pluvieuse écartant les tempêtes

On tirait en aveugle à travers le nuage,
Pour éclairer tes fêtes,

Toute la mer brûlait.”
Le soleil t'annonçait sur son char radieux ;

We hope to be able, ere long, to take up this interestL'Europe t'admírait dans une horreur profonde, Et le son de ta voix, un signe de tes yeux,

ing subject more in detail.
Donpait une secousse au monde.
“ Tu régnerais encor si tu l'avais voulu.
Fils de la Liberté, tu détronas ta mère,

Armé contre ses droits d'un pouvoir éphémère,
Tu croyais l'accabler, tu l'avais résolu :
Mais le tombeau creusé pour elle

Dévore tot ou tard le monarque absolu:

By Henry G. Bell. Un tyran tombe ou meurt; seule elle est immortel!

I hate a hackney'd, drivelling invocation “Laissant l'Europe vide, et la Victoire en deuil,

Of heathenish muse, whom Grecian poets feign'd,
Ainsi, de faute en faute et d'orage en orage,
Il est venu mourir sur un dernier écueil,

As if, forsooth, by such mad adoration,
Où sa grandeur a fait naufrage.

Any advantage had been ever gain'd,
La vaste mer murmure autour de son cercueil.

These tickle gipsies I despise, 'od-rot-'em !

I always choose to write on my own bottom.
Une île t'a reçu sans couronne et sans vie,
Toi, qu'un empire immense eut peine à contenir;

Or if, at any time, I seek a muse,
Sous la tombe, où s'éteint ton royal avenir,
Descend avec toi seul toute une dynastie;

I look for some divinity in petticoats,
Et le pêcheur le soir s'y repose en chemin ;

Whose eyes, of diamond light, new fire infuse, Reprenant ses filets qu'avec peine il soulève,

And cram my brain chokeful of witty thoughts,
Il s'éloigne à pas lents, foule ta cendre, et rêve

And bright ideas, and amusing fancies,
A ses travaux du lendemain.”

Till all my page in its own glory glances.
The poetry of Count Alfred de Vigny is scarcely
so energetic as that of his two compatriots. The follow- It was a lovely morn : the rising sun,
ing extracts are from his little piece entitled, “ La Fré Suuffing again the light and balıny air,
gatte la Sérieuse.” Some of the passages seem to us wor- His “coat of many colours” had put on,
thy of Campbell, and, national partiality apart, we sus-

And golden breeches, none the worse for wear; pect that is no triling eulogium. The “ Description"

And for a morning draught, to wet his gills, reminds us of Cooper :

He sipp'd the dewdrops of a thousand hills.
“ Qu'elle était belle ma Frégatte,

We sail'd for that neat little place, Dumbarton,
Lorsqu'elle voguait sous le vent !

Proud of its castle-prouder of its rock-
Elle avait, au soleil levant,

Though, to speak truth, it looks just like a wart on
Toutes les couleurs de l'agate;

The face of Nature ;—people surely joke
Ses voiles luisaient le matin

When they compare it to those cliffs that frown
Comme des ballons de satin;

So grandly on

my own romantic town,"
Sa quille mince, longue et platte,
Portait deux bandes d'écarlate

Between Dumbarton and Loch Lomond stands
Sur vingt-quatre canons cachés ;
Ses mâts, en arrière penchés,

A monument, to Smollett's memory raised;
Paraissaient à demi couchés.

But such a monument ! ignoble hands

Have been about it, and in grief I gazed
“ Quand la belle Sérieuse

Upon its ruin'd state-defaced and shatter'd,
Pour l’Egypte appareilla,

Vilely dishonour'd, and with mud bespatter'd !
Sa figure gracieuse
Avant le jour s'éveilla;
A la lueur des étoiles

A more hasty version of this Poem has already appeared in print,

but as its circulation was limited, the author belieres that it is rin Elle deploya ses voiles,

introduced for the first time to by far the greater number of the Leurs cordages et leurs toiles,

readers of the LITERARY JOURNAL.

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Ye swains of Leven! are ye turn’d to stones ?

Of a good landscape they could tell by roteYe who were made immortal by the poet,

Besides, they all had read Sir Walter Scott; Have ye no reverence for his mould'ring bones ?

And if you have—why, then, in God's name, show it His “ Lady of the Lake,” I mean, and therefore knew In some less barbarous and doubtful fashion,

Something about the Trosachs and Loch Katrine, And do not put the bard's ghost in a passion.

And they could talk, too, about Roderick Dhu,

And hoped, at Aberfoyle, to find a better inn Yet fear not, Smollett! for thy name will last;

Than that in which the Bailie's courage rose,
Thy monument is not of stone and lime;

When the red poker flash'd among his foes !
And as for him who dared his hands to cast
On this poor safeguard 'gainst the wreck of time,

And they had also heard of mountains, and
I'd fell bim to the earth—the unletter'd tinker-

Were all prepared for something very strikingWith an old copy of your “ Humphrey Clinker !"

Something—not like St Paul's—inore wild and grand,

In short, Ben Lomond seem'd much to their liking; We reach'd the steam-boat, and Loch Lomond then

So much, indeed, that several from the City

Politely said, “they thought it vastly pretty!"
Burst on our view, in all its glory lying,
Border'd by hill, and rock, and wood, and glen,
And charms, like these, substantial and undying;

“ Babblers !" cried I, “ have you no spark of feeling, Lovely alike when cloudy or when sunny

That thus unmoved you gaze on scenes like these? The steam-boat people must be making money.

Look up-look up to yon blue cloudless ceiling,

Breathe for a moment the pure summer breeze, But, oh! how much they would require a treatise

And then, if you resist the wild control
On the sublime and beautiful, who come to see

Of honest rapture, there is not a soul
This land of Nature_fresh from bustling cities,
Before their minds can from the thrall get free

“ Among you all !-Oh! look on yonder glen, Of low-born thoughts, mix'd, by the will of fate,

On yonder stream, on yonder giant crowd With the dense air of Glasgow's Gallowgate !

Of old primeval mountains, and oh! then

Tell me if Scotland may not well be proud !"

“ Steward !" exclaim'd a coxcomb ; " why, Geud Gad ! We got on board (the boat was call’d the Marion); And on the deck a motley group there stood

We're all in danger ; that there man is mad.” Of numerous passengers, who seem'd to carry on

At Rowardennan, eager to escape Various discourse, as people always should

From animals like these, I got on shore; On similar occasions; to be affable

Alone and happy then, my course I shape Is always wise, and to be shy is laughable.

To where the inn, with hospitable door,

Shows, among some old trees, its whitewash'd face But I, who often have a different way

A sweet, romantic, solitary place.
From other people, chose to stand apart;
And in the sunshine of that glorious day,

If ever you should spend a summer's day
A thousand fancies rush'd upon my heart;

On Lonnond's fairy lake, be sure to land, I thought of all the pleasure all the pain

When evening falls, in Rowardennan Bay; Which I had known, and yet might know again.

And then at last your heart may understand,

Why he—the sage of Ferney-loved so well
I look'd upon the lake, in radiance glancing-

On the green bauks of Leman's Lake to dwell.
I look'd on many a rock, and many an island-
I look'd on gay clouds through the air advancing-

If, as it did to me, the sun should set
I look'd on Nature's face, and Nature's smile; and

In cloudless glory, whilst its golden rays Seeing all this, 'twas surely not uncommon

Fall not, indeed, on dome and minaret, To sigh-and sigh—and think of darling woman.

But lighten up, in one rich amber blaze,

Mountains and waters, cliffs, and isles, and woods, Oh! could I find a woman with a soul,

Glens and green fields, and rocks, and falling floods; With one bright spark of intellectual fire, Syaring superior to the weak control

If o'er the heavens its lingering beams diffuse Of womanish prejudice, by which expire

Streams of soft light, that paint the glowing skies All manlier, nobler thoughts-high born and free, With all the rainbow tints and lovely hues Breathing of heaven, and wing’d with ecstasy !

The varying dolphin shows before he dies,

Then, as you gaze on these immortal scenes-
Oh! could I find a woman such as this,

Then will you know what inspiration means !
Methinks I have a heart she would not scorn
To call her own—a heart that knows the bliss

It means, you'll find, a sort of queer sensation
Which love can give, when, like the light of morn, About the heart, and all the inner man
O'er all the mental world its diffuse

A sort of odd and fluttering agitation-
The brightest sunshine, and the richest hues.

Much like the flapping of a lady's fan,

Or like our feelings when we read the Iliad,
While thus, like wise Æneas, “ multa gemens,"

Or take some of the “ Cordial Balm of Gilead."
I pensive stood, and no doubt was esteem'd
By the good people near me,
homo demens,"

After these strong emotions, how enchanting
At once upon my gladden'd eyes there beam'd

Were the refreshments which the inn afforded ! Ben Lomond, prince of mountains ! towering far How sweet to watch John as he stood decanting Into the regions of the highest star.

Whitbread's Entire," and all its praise recorded !-

They had no wine, which some might think a pity, I gazed delighted; so did all the strangers,

But, then, I never saw such aqua-vitæ !
And some of them were connoisseurs in scenery;
In search of Nature's charms they came as rangers The fish was excellent; and then the chicken

From Charing-Cross, and now all the machinery So white and tender, and the sauce so brown,


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