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SONNETS_ TO GENEVIEVE.
Sweet Lady! thy beloved and gentle form
There runs a limping hare from the hedge;
The bounden sheafs of the yellow corn,
She comes ! the siren of my love-rapt song !
LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.
Our morning sport we sought;
We were weary—yet nothing caught;
I rested alone by the watery sedge,
And tinkling sheep-bell near ;
Asking, aloud-" What cheer ?” Yet, alas! we could give but faint reply, “ No sport hath been ours, and none seems nigh!" With sorrowing voice, this response we gave, While the line still danced in the floating wave.
Miss LANDON has nearly finished a novel in three volumes, which will appear about the end of the year.
A devotional work on the Eucharist, by Bishop Jolly, is ready for the press.
Sir William Ouseley is preparing, for private circulation, & cats. logue of his manuscripts, in the Persian, Arabic, and other Eastern languages; the number of articles amounting nearly to six hundred.
The second volume of Moore's Byron is announced positively for this month, with a whole-length portrait of his Lordship, at the age of nineteen, never before engraved.
Mr Hope, the author of " Anastasius," has announced a work on the Origin and Prospects of Man.
Mr Cyrus Redding, who has been succeeded by Mr S. C. Hall as co-editor of Mr Campbell in the New Monthly, is about to commence a daily paper, to be called the Albion, and to be devoted to the interests of the Wellington and Peel administration.
Mr W. Bankes has announced the Adventures of Finati, his guide in the course of his Eastern adventures and discoveries.
Popular Specimens of the Greek Dramatists, from the best trang. lations, and illustrated by a series of engravings, from the designs of Flaxman, are forthcoming.
We understand that Mr James, the author of “ Richelieu" and “ Darnley," is preparing a “ History of Chivalry and the different Orders of Knighthood," for the National Library. Our Edinburgh friends will be glad to learn, that Mr James is about to take up his residence in this city. Our literary circles will also receive an interesting addition, in the course of a few months, in the person of Mr Carne, the Eastern traveller.
The JUVENILE LIBRARY, VOL. III. AFRICA.—This new volume, we understand, will comprise a general outline of the history, geography, and principal features of Africa, presenting to youth a valuable epitome of its annals from the earliest records to the present period, comprehending its past revolutions as well as its actual con. dition. The engravings are to consist of a view of the palm-covered village of Mit-Rahynèh, all that now remains of the once-glorious city of Memphis Messaborah, the Necropolis of the Ammonians, the burial-place of the descendants of Ham—the interior of one of the celebrated catacombs of Memphis--and a specimen of the cos tume of the modern inhabitants of Egypt, besides several beautiful wood-cuts.
Tux Comic OFFERING, OR LADY'S MELANGE OF LITERARY MIRTH.We were somewhat startled by the announcement of a
Thus the sunny noon pass'd—our toil was vaiv,
They sail'd from Ben Ledi's steep ;
And fly in its phantom sleep;
Comic Annual, to be edited by a Lady.. A sight of the prospectus King's College on the last Monday of October, after which the stuand specimen plates has, however, re-assured us. The fair editor dents and their red gowns will enliven the auld town during the (we would thank some word-coiner for a feminine to this too mas months of “ gloomy winter."-The new bridge of Don will at length culine appellative) professes to confine herself to the walks of " gen be completed about a month hence. An ample surplus of the old teel comedy," but assures us that no clown shall be admitted to the bridge of Don fund remains for supporting that ancient fabric, cedrawing-room, no pantaloon to the boudoir" no, not even under lebrated by Thomas the Rhymer as the brig o' Balgownie, and ina Hood." The very “ morocco cover," she tells us, is to be “s richly dissolubly linked to the fare of Byron. Old Aberdeen now, like embossed, in a style of art and oddity such as perhaps has never been Ayr, has its auld and new brigs. She only wants a Robert Burns to seen before.” This is a tremendous annunciation, and heralds a de immortalize their merits. termination to be most desperately droll-we have begun to hold our CHIT-CHAT Fkom SKYE. — Splendid Scenery (!) Close by the sides already. The best of the engravings which we have yet seen is house of Talasker, there are no less than four waterfalls, one of “ Starting for the Ladies' Plate," a congregation of famished pussies which Dr Johnson takes notice of, I think. The fall is considerabledarting upon a plate of cat's meat. The benevolent smile of the spec- just the place for a poet, or for reading Byron or Shakspeare. At pretacled benefactress and her attitude are admirable. " Now, sir, please sent nothing is going on here but rain-hopes for better weather; take off my head," is good, but scarcely original. “An offer in however, chess, and the Literary Journal keep me alive.- A great black and white" is admirable, and shows that, sleeping or waking, gun of a minister is here kicking up a greater noise than even the sewing or writing, ladies' heads will run upon matrimony.
Row heresy did : it is with difficulty a person can obtain baptism for Chit-Chat FROM London.-Moore has condemned Galt to an his child, owing to his want of regeneration. During the last sacra" amber immortalization" in some of his pithy lines.-Hood, in his ment, not one-fiftieth part of his parishioners were allowed to sit at announcement of his Comic Annual, maintains, that in regard to last the communion-table, they were not regenerated enough.-Theatriyear's volume he is in the best of literary positions, “ having a cals are in a flourishing state at Portree. Ryder is the enterprising copy-right and not a copy left.",' The volume of this year " binds manager, I believe; for having merely got a glance of a tartered itself to appear as soon as it is bound."-Another new annual is to playbill, from which I saw " Rob Roy” was the piece of entertaiatake the field under the title of the “ Humourist."-Alaric A. Watts ment for the evening, and as he generally takes a rusticating visit to promises, among other good things, one engraving from Lawrence, this quarter of the globe, I conclude it must be he. There is some and another from Correggio.
talk of a communication being opened between this and the Liver. CHIT-CHAT FROM GLASGOW.-We are absolutely threatened with pool market, by means of those useful conveyances called stears. another public dinner, if the Marquis of Lansdowne's time permits boats; Lord Macdonald is the projector.-Farmers here will be him to remain a day beyond his somewhat tardy appearance to as ruined, between bad weather and worse markets; crops are yet in sume the toga of Lord Rector, which was got bran new for Mr many places perfectly grten. Thomas Campbell. He has not altogether appeared so thankful for
Chit-CHAT FROM MACDUFF-labourer in this vicinity, while the honour as his young constituents think he might have been ; and
cutting down a field of oats, discovered a common hen sitting upon this may probably remind them, that although it is very well in them
a nest of partridge's eggs: the faithful bird could scarcely be forced to procure us a sight of some of the big wigs by electing aliens occa
from her adopted charge. This circumstance presents a curious fact sionaļly, yet that should be the exception rather than the rule, while
in natural history, the hatching season being so long past.-A comwe have at our own doors such able men as Mr Ewing, Mr Smith,
mittee of gentlemen have lately been engaged in arranging plans for Mr Kennedy, and Sir M. S. Stewart. The dinner, it is proposed, establishing in Banff an hospital for the sick of the town and shall be rather one of the West of Scotland, than of Glasgow - Mr county: Such an institution will be of great benefit to Banff and Kennedy of Dunure being contemplated as chairman. It is to be
Macduff, as well as to a large district of the surrounding country. hoped he, as a young man himself, will gently hint to our worthy fathers, that, in keeping all the speech-making to themselves, and in
CHIT-CHAT FROM Elgin.-The Morayshire rivers have lately been the Whig aristocracy, they made the French meeting a very leaden
much swollen, and in some places done considerable damage. The affair, and very unlike your one. The same thing rendered Hume's
inhabitants of Rothes were again visited with an inundation, on the dinner--in all but Humne-a sw-60 display.-Dr Macnish's book on
22d Sept., not, however, by the waters of the fast-tolling Spey, bat Sleep is keeping us all awake here, unless, indeed, part of our present by the burn flowing through the town, which broke down one arch liveliness is to be attributed to a hot controversy now carricd on in two.
of the bridge on the toll road, and filled up the other with sand and penny pamphlets, cecasioned by a certain respectable, but, it would ap gravel.-A library connected with the Elgin Academy has lately been pear, marvellously scrupulous old minister of the Relief body declining established for the use of the students attending that flourishing seto meet our able but flery Unitarian clergyman at e funeral to which minary:- A second edition of Sir Thomas Dick Lauder's “ Account both had been invited. At my suggestion, Mr Mackay Wilson is dra.
of the Floods in the Province of Moray, and adjoining Districts," is matising Professor Wilson's splendid story in last Blackwood. His
in the press, and will very soon be published. The streets of Elgin last lecture on poetry was well attended. His next will be more so, for
are soon to be lighted with gas, the pipes are at present laying along he threatens to show up the whole of the Glasgow versifiers-a nu
the streets; this will be a great improvement to the metropolis of merous swarm now.-Renfrewshire, particularly the Paisley portion
Morayland, although the stranger, as well as the citizen, will still, as of it, is all agog about the new editions of Wilson's Ornithology. Con
in days of yore, prefer viewing the magnificent ruins of the far-famed stable and Co. have already been furnished with some curious parti
Cathedral of Elgin by " the pale moonlight." culars for a new Life of Wilson; and Sir William Jardine has been
Theatricat Gossip.—The two large winter theatres are again oper.. here, to glean the already well harvested field. In the lack of amuse Dowion has returned to the stage. Vestris, Braham, and Miss Pa. ments, as we bave none but Grimaldi's clownishness here at present, ton, are all anxious to attach themselves to one of them, but the rewe have had a renewal of that amusement, dear to old wives, and
duced salaries are sad stumbling-blocks in the way of their bigh under the ban of the statutc-book, called a Little Goe, or Raffle
mightinesses. The English Opera company closed their season at where, oddly enough, the gainers of the prizes were the most dis the Adelphi on Saturday last-the season has been any thing but contenled, as it turned out they had to pay largely for their unex. profitable. Within an hour after the close of the house a scaffolding pected good luck. I forgot, we have had one other source of fun—a was raised throughout it, and a hundred workmen are now working Jaboured eulogium on every periodical, the mere title of which could away there. --The Haymarket continues open for a week longer.be laid hands on, even if defunct, that has been issued from the Young Kean has made a most successful debut at New York.--A Dandy's Magazine, upwards, and which gives equal and impartial drama has been manufactured at Paris, out of Mr James's novel of praise to alla Constable's Miscellany, and a quack Juvenile Li
De L'Orme.—The improvements in our own Theatre are progressbrary. According to it, it is impossible a periodical work cau con ing-particulars in our next.- Mr Roberts, we may ention, in the tain any thing but “absolute wisdom," and we trust they be the meanwhile, has returned to the stage, but continues to give lessons wisest race that ever peopled the earth. It is necdless to point out in Elocution, at such hours as are not occupied by his theatrical how indiscriminate praise is injurious to what really has merit, and
duties. is indeed but " censure in disguise."
CHIT-CHAT FROM ABERDEEN.-We have experienced a severe storm here, which, amongst other ravages, has torn up two fine old trees in St Nicholas' Church Yard, which are said to have weathered
TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. the gales of nearly an hundred years, local tradition reporting them to have been planted about the memorable era of Culloden. The OUR next Number will be graced with a Poem from the pen far-famed Ducrow is about to visit Aberdeen, with his stud of horses ; Mrs Hemans.-Several reviews must lie over for want of room. a commodious temporary amphitheatre is erecting for him in Crown “ T. D.” is not equal to himself this time. We are debating with Street ---Mr Green, the celebrated aeronaut, has postponed his bal ourselves about the fate of Lora de Huercha.-We thank our BadInon ascent, from this city, until next summer. The first number dington friend, and will attend to his request.-"A. D. D,” scarcely of a new weekly periodical, entitled the Portfolio, is to be published comes up to our standard." R.G.” may wake to life when our Slipin Aberdeen on the 15th inst.
pers return—they are at present in Renfrewshire shooting phersants. CHIT-CHAT FBOM OLD ABERDEEN.-The Rev. Mr Smith, former. -“ Lambda," do. do.— L.” won't do.--"S." is under consideration. ly of Dreghorn, Ayrshire, and late of Yester, Haddingtonshire, was -The lines to Sir Walter Scott have come to hand, but too late for on the 22d ult. admitted to the first parochial charge of the parish of us to form an opinion of them. The saine excuse must serve sobe Old Machar. The annual competition for Bursaries, takes place at of our most valued Correspondents.
fail to charm. Mr Banim contributes" Twice Lost, but Saved," a powerful and ingenious composition, but, like
most of this able writer's works, harrowing alike in its ANNUALS FOR 1831.':
subject and its management. We fear that the moral The Keepsake for 1831. Edited by Frederic Mansel the poet." Theodore Hook gives us “ Chacun a son
dissector predominates in Mr Banim's composition over Reynolds. London. Published for the Proprietor by gout" -of which it is no great praise to say that it is betHurst, Chance, and Co. (Unpublished.)
ter than Stephanoff's illustration of it; and the “ Brighton This Annual continues to maintain its pre-eminence in Coach," a story so well told, and true to nature, that it elegance. In external form, in typographical execution, would charm us, but for that cold Mephistophiles-like in pictorial embellishment, and in literary merit, the view of society, which in this, as in all Theodore's wris Keepsake for 1831 is worthy of its predecessors. We tings, stamps it for the author's own. But it would take speak first of the illustrative engravings, which, exclusive up more room than we can well spare to particularise all of the presentation plate, are seventeen in number. that is clever in this volume. At the risk, therefore, of
Turner, Eastlake, and the lamented veteran Flaxman, offending some contributor, whose merits we thus leave a bear the bell.” The vignette title-page presents us with unnoticed, we wind up our remarks with an extract from a beautiful and classical design of the last-mentioned art a well-told tale, by the author of Letters from the East, ist Mercury hearing up a female figure-Eurydice, we entitled “ The Dead and the Living Husband ;” suppose. Turner has one view of Saumur, and another
THE MINER'S FATE. of Nantes, such as no living artist but himself could conceive. The broken clouds, through wbich broken sun
“ More than once Nicholas felt a strange reluctance bursts Hash down upon the magnificent buildings and where his wife, whom he tenderly loved, was expecting him.
to stop, and again mounted the ladder to go to his homes $ sapping” waters, speak of drifting showers, but of those But curiosity prevailed, and he turned aside towards the warm thunderous showers of the south, productive of a spot, which he soon after entered, where the two miners rapidity and luxuriance of vegetation unknown to north were now eating their repast, and conversing ; he stack his ern climes. In gazing upon them, we feel as if swathed candle against the wall, and sat down beside the old man. in a life-creating vapoar.
The light points of these pic- He bade the other go above ground. He was a young man, tures are absolutely glowing ; the shadow is downy soft. the son of Pascoe ; and he said afterwards, that as he was The engravers, Wallis and Wilmore, have worked in the leaving the spot at his captain's bidding, Nicholas turned
to him with a singular smile, and observed, he did pot knotv spirit of the artist. We must pass on to another subject, what was come over him, but believed that his dream the lest we utter what colder minds may call extravagance, if, night before had brought a gloom upon his mind; that he indeed, we have not already done so. Eastlake's Haidee thought he was buried in a vast tomb in the middle of the --we know not whether we most admire the woman earth, and the waves were rushing all around him, and his or the painting. Raven tresses hang around a face of lonely candle, which he held in his hand, never went out. perfect symmetry; the large dark eyes are fall of mean
The miners are a superstitious people, and often have otnens ing; the expression of the whole countenance is boundless ried but one year to a young and handsome woman, and
and warnings of their fatal mischances. He had been marlove. No warm quivering passion is there ; it is an ab- was himself in the prime of life, being much esteemed for zorbing sentiment, still, quiet, and deep as the waveless the gentleness and kindness of his manners, and his skill in ocean; wbile the haze of morning is yet slumbering on its the conduct of the mine. His dwelling was on the side of breast. The darkness of the earth and sky which form the hill, that fell abruptly into this wide valley. In spite the background to the figure, broken in upon by one
of the sea-winds and the soil, he had raised a sweet little severing streak of light at the horizon, has a pleasing garden in front, and from his windows could overlook every effect, and harmonizes with the sentiment of the figure. watching for his coming for the moment when he rose
part of the busy scene beneath. Here she was often seated, Bonningtoo's “ Sea-shore” comes next to these in merit; out of the shaft, with his candle flickering in his hand at then Smirke's “ Secret.” The rest are all well enough, the sudden gleam of day, his large flannel garments dripbut Stephanoff gets more mannered, and Howard more ping with water, and the face pallid with the damps of the meretricious, every day. Prout's “ Milan Cathedral” is region below. one of the most effective interiors we have seen for some “Their attachment was of many years' duration, and time.
was hopeless till be received this appointment; and then Among the literary contributions are, Mrs Shelley's stranger's feet seldom came. A chance relative, or a friend,
they repaired joyful to their lonely dwelling, to which the # Transformation,” a tale of diablerie, and the “Swiss at long intervals, would call and taste of their hospitality, Peasant," a legend of the effects of the French Revolution and look wistfully on the waste scene around : be did not among the Alps. Both of these pieces are marked by envy them. The vale had few exciting sights or sounds, that lofty, sometimes verbose eloquence, which we find save that, in the dead of winter-for it was a dangerous in all that lady's writings. Like her father, her mate- shore--the signal-gun was fired, and the alarm-lights hoistrials are supplied principally by the suggestions of her ed, of some vessel driving
on the cliffs ; and they could hear own feelings. She does not so much detect the motives from their walls. But for the excitement of his profession,
the shrieks of despair, and see the wreck drifting not far of others, as account for their actions by attributing to and its strong contrasts, the mind of Nicholas might have thet her own. Still there is a warmth of heart and an wearied also of the scene; but no Arab of the desert ever elevation of sentiment in all her writings, that cannot felt keener joy, as the lonely palm and fountain met bis eye
afar off, than Nicholas did, in the midst of his gloomy toils, and pitying eyes of the stern miners around her, the widow as the hour of ascent to his loved home approached. And saw that all was over. when he sat there beside the fire, and his wife was nigh, and My father-my father!' said the young man wildly ; bent over him with warm kisses and endearing words, and will you not save him? you loved hiin in life, will yon evening was closing on the bleak cliffs, and on the reckless not rescue the old man ?' deep, that fell with a hollow sound on the beach-he felt “ Then a wild shriek passed over the crowd, and the that he was happy. Such a moment was never more to words of the youth were hushed, and the men and even the come to the doomed man.
children turned from him to the wife, for all felt that the “ He was still seated far beneath, hy the side of Pascoe, love of woman was more commanding than that of a son. conversing earnestly, when they saddenly heard a run She bent over the fatal gulf, and shuddered : • My husband! bling noise, as if the ground was giving way near them. is that your grave?' Then a sudden movement rose among There was an instant pause in the old man's talk,--they the people, and they said one to another that all should be Jooked wildly round for a moment on the gloomy sides of done that men could do for their captain; and, seizing the cavern that enclosed them, and then on each other. The their heavy tools, they hastened underground by different noise was like distant thunder, or the moan of the rising ways, to the scene of death. And she stood at the mouth tempest; it lasted but a few moments, and then died utterly listening ; each sound of the heavy pick as it strack, and away. It is only the men working on the opposite side then the rolling away of the earth and stones, came up the of the shaft,' said the old man, after listening intensely; his gulf faintly, yet horribly. companion seemed of the same opinion, and they resumed 6. () harm him not !' she said ; 'for God's sake, do not their discourse with the same ardour. The mine in the let the stones fall upon him! Can you see him-can be centre of which they were seated is one of the oldest in move his hand ? Take the black earth from his face, that Cornwall, and was worked some hundred years since. It he may breathe!'” happened that the noise they heard, instead of arising from the men working opposite, was occasioned by the ground beginning to run in at a level ten fathoms under them; there was a shaft of the ancient mine, unknown to any one,
The New Comic Annual, for 1831. By Sir John Falthat yawned like a gulf to receive them. The sound now
staff. London. Hurst, Chance, and Co. (Unpubrose suddenly again, with a quick trembling of the earth on
Jished.) which they were seated : strongly alarmed, they sprang to
Tue demand for Comic Annuals seems to be increatheir feet, but all too late. The noise was now incessant and awful; they saw the roof and sides of the cavern trem- sing. This, which now lies upon our table, is one of ble on every side, as if by an earthquake. In all the horror three announced, as the venders of Belfast Town and which men feel for the last few moments which precede Country Almanacks express it, “ for the ensuing year inevitable death, they ran to and fro, calling wildly for aid to come.” We hold this to be a good sign of the times, -no human power could save them in that hour. The for there is little mischief brewing, and little danger imearth that had given way slowly on every site now sank at pending, when men are so bent upon laughing. With once, and the whole extent of ten fathoms deep, between the mouth of the ancient shaft and the spot where they had respect to the relative merits of Hood, Falstaff, and Sherisát, glided down with the swiftness of an avalanche, bear- dan, we shall say, in the words of the negro orator at ing the unhappy men with it, while their candles, stuck in Boston, when drawing (Plutarch-like) a parallel betwixt the wall above, still gave their light, as if in mockery. The our martial premier and the liberator of America_* Dere abyss into which they fell was titty fathoms deep, and balf is no more 'parison 'twixt General Washington and Adfuil of water ; there was a faint struggle for life-a dying miral Wellinton, den poke bim's finger in de fire and cry; the old man's voice rose louder than that of his com- pull him out again." In short, as Mrs Malaprop says, panion and then all was silent. “ The son of the former, who was bade go above ground
caparisons are odoriferous," and therefore we don't by his captain, lingered in the ascent; it was by his means
wish to be one. Every person may select bis own fathe event was first known: he was, at the moment of his vourite ; we maintain a dignified neutrality. This, how. 1; parent's engulfment, climbing slowly, and turning aside ever, we will say of Hurst and Chance's Comic Annun, from time to time in search of discoveries
, about fifty feet that dedication, preface, contents, plates, head-pieces and above the place where he had left his father and Nicholas tail-pieces--all are good ; and of one of these classes, the seated. After the noise, the cause of which he could not following is a specimen : divine, had subsided, he called out loudly to know if all was right; but was rather offended that he could not get them to answer him, as he could see their candles sticking fast to «« I tell thee I see'd un last noight in the churchçeard, the walls underneath, and thought that his father and stalking about like the ghoast in Hamlett, at play 'us last Williams were still seated beside them. He continued to Wednesday noight,' said the credulous Farmer Hodge, to pass over the brink of a tremendous precipice, not aware at the incredulous village schoolmaster—' I see'd un as plain first of his danger; but still receiving no answer to his calls, as I see thee now.' he scrambled nearer, and the dim horror of the scene was “ He had been in vain endeavouring to convince this then opened to him. The two solitary lights cast their man of the birch' of the reality of a ghost he bar seen glare on that sudden grave; he could see but a small part of the night before, a fact with which he had frightened the its depth : all below was the blackness of darkness,' up little principality out of their wits, though the parish clerk which came at sudden intervals a sullen splash, caused by was the only real wit they possessed. the falling of fragments of rock or stones into the water. “ The truth was, this same Farmer Hodge was on his Once he thought he heard a voice calling for mercy, and way from a neighbouring fair, (it was whispered he had that it was his father's; he stayed not long to look there, seen more fairs than one) where both his standing and but ascended to the suinmit, and shouted for succour. understanding had been impaired, to the diminishing of his
“ The wife of Captain Nicholas was anxiously awaiting profits, by the :00 free use of the good things of this life; his coming; the dinner hour, a very early one in these and passing through the village churchyard, late in the scenes, was past; she thought some unexpected occurrence evening, with some confused idea of not being very conor discovery detained him; but, as the time passed on, she fortable in his mind as to time and place, he heard a strange stood at the window, whence every object at the mine was sound, turned his eyes in the same direction, and beheld a dhistinctly visible; suddenly she saw a man appear at the figure-certainly not a phantom, for his form was any mouth of the shaft, with gestures of despair, and he cried thing but airy, his body was covered with scales, and he with a loud and bitter cry; then there was a rushing of was exclaiming aloud, with violent action ; and at intervals people to the spot. And she, too, rushed from her dwell- there resounded a death-like laugh, is it from the vaults ing, and descended the hill without a pause, and mingled beneath. Every observation he made, seemed to the pour with the crowd: their looks were all turned upon her, and farmer's heated imagination, to apply to himself. At other she saw there was anguish in them, but no one told her the times, this spirit was dejected and appeared quite out of cause of it. on the contrary, they said a part of the ground spirits-nothing of the dram-atic in him had merely fallen in, and obstructed the ascent of her hus " At length this fearful being muttered something about band, and that they would quickly extricate him. It is lodge him there," which poor Hodge interpreted Status easy to command our words, but untutored men cannot Hodge, come here,' set off harum-scarum, and at lengtti, shroud the strong emotions of the heart ; and in the gloomy after sundry stumblings and tumblings, took refuge in the
THE VILLAGE SPECTRE.
A FEARFUL STORY.
SIR NICHOLAS AT MARSTON MOOR.
first house he came to, (the ale-house,) exclaiming that the is a well-told Italian story; Miss Mitford is quite at devil was coming after him full gallop. This had an in- home with her“ Rat-catcher.” We think our readers will stantaneous effect upon the villagers assembled there, spend-like, as well as we do, the bluff humour of ing their Saturday night, and leaving the devil to paythe reckoning ;' they all scampered home, much to the joy of their better halves, who expected to find them with “ 'Tis noon; the ranks are broken along the royal line; other spirits in their noddles than now filled their brains.
They fly, the braggards of the court, the bullies of the “ The next morning, many were the curious groups to Rhine: whom Hodge had to relate his dreadful tale, and the parish Stout Langley's cheer is heard no more, and Astley's helm priest was in danger of having but few auditors to his is down; spiritual exhortations, so much was the churchyard feared And Rupert sheathes his rapier with a curse and with a on account of its ghostly inhabitant.
frown: “ The souls, as well as the bodies, of the people being now And cold Newcastle mutters, as he follows in the flight, in danger, it was high time for the matter to be looked into. • The German boar had better far have supp'd in York toA council of four, therefore, met—the lawyer, the priest, night.' the doctor, and the schoolmaster-to debate on what could be done to exterminate this nuisance, and it was agreed “ The knight is all alone, his steel-cap cleft in twain, that the priest (well backed by the other parish authorities) His good buff-jerkin crimson'd o'er with many a gory stain; should spirit away the Prince of Darkness - for such they But still he waves the standard, and cries amid the rout, had declared him.
* For church and king, fair gentlemen, spur on, and tight “ Accordingly, between the hours of eleven and twelve
it out.' at night, there repaired to the scene of action, the three And now he waves a roundhead's pike, and now he hums great dignitaries aforesaid, (Law, Physic, and Divinity,) a stave, attended by the parish constable, with a mittimus from a And here le quotes a stage-play, and there he fells a knave. neighbouring just-ass,' (no wiser than the rest,) and a pusse comitatus, who slowly kept the even tenor of their “Good speed to thee, Sir Nicholas ! thou hast no thought way,' until they came in sight of the apparition, in the same
of fear; situation, and to the full as terrific, as Hodge had depicted Good speed to thee, Sir Nicholas ! but fearful odds are here. him the previous night.
The traitors ring thee round, and with every blow and * Fearing his flock might witness some of his devilish' thrust, pranks to the disparagement of their morals, the priest at · Down, down,' they cry, ' with Belial, down with him to once began his exorcism in Pater-noster.' He had said thus the dust!' much wben the demon hearing the noise, pricked up his 'I would,' quoth grim old Oliver,' that Belial's trusty ears, and looking towards the assembled captors, (no very sword, captivating assembly,) approached them. This was the sig- This day were doing battle for the saints and for the Lord!"" nal for dispersion. A cannon-ball could not sooner have quelled the valorous spirit of the natives ;' and in a short time the village of D-witnessed a second fight as com- Marshall's Christmas Bor. A Juvenile Annual. Lonplete as the first, the poor inhabitants more alarmed than
don. W. Marshall, 1830. ever, making the remedy worse than the disease. “ The next evening was the second night of performance
A HANDSOME gentleman in green and gold. His gay of a company of strolling players, which being a rather unusual sight for the village of which we chronicle, the au
appearance made us anticipate an envoy from the Fairy, dience was composed of all who could afford to spend three Queen, but he advanced and saluted us with all the gra- pence, the humble price of admission. Six o'clock comes--vity of a moral philosopher. “This little volume contains
all hearts beat high with expectation ; seven-and they are scarcely one article in which instruction is not conveyed comfortably seated; eight-and the first act has closed, the under the guise of amusement. Many of the tales are audience in perfect good humour; second act commences designed to correct the little errors and vices into which they with the greatest impatience waiting for the first en- children fall through a natural proneness to form hasty trée, when lo ! to their universal terror, a figure appears conclusions. Remembering that children consist of boys (associated with no very pleasing recollections as regards the major part of the company) in a flame of tire–the and girls, the editor bas attended to the claims of each, Churchyard Spectre !!
inserting here a story for the former, and here another for “ A universal rush to the doors took place, amidst cur the latter.” These promises are faithfully performed. sings and swearings, and away flew the villagers for the Among the literary contributors are—Mrs Norton, Mrs third time, each one considering it as a judgment on bim Hoffland, Miss Mitford, Bernard Barton, William and self for entering that “abode of sin,'or, as they now thought Mary Howitt. The engravings are respectable, and the -of Satan.
tout ensemble of the book elegant. “ The mystery was not solved till the following morning, when the manager of the aforesaid strollers called upon the reveread gentleman, and stated that his company had fixed their quarters in a barn contiguous to the church;
Illustrations of the Iris för 1831. (Unpublished.) but wanting more space, they had ventured upon the late
We have been much delighted with these engravings, niess of the hour to rehearse in the churchyard, the entertainment of The Bottle Imp.'
and regard them as a decided improvement upon those Our readers will rejoice to learn, that among the em.
contained in the Iris of last year. We have been partibellishments of this volume is a portrait (a striking like- cularly struck with a head of our Saviour by the late Sir ness) of its portly editor.
Thomas Lawrence. Had he not contined himself exclusively to portrait painting, he had genius for a much higher walk of art.
“ Judas returning the money," by
Rembrandt, is full of his deep masses of shade, and, in The Gem; a Literary Annual. London. W. Marshall. despite of the vulgarity of the figures, is full of intense 1830.
“ Suffer little children to come unto me," by A VERY elegant book--but that may be said of the Benjamin West, is tinely grouped, and the light and shadow whole class. The literary contents are better than the admirably disposed. An “ Agnus Dei,” by Murillo, is embellishments, although they too are respectable.
“ The also very fine.
There is also “ St John the Evangelist," Young Crab-gatherers,” by Collins, in particular, is a
by Dominichino; “ Christ in the Garden with Mary,"
“ The Nativity,” by we know not whomgem.” Mr Carne contributes a powerfully-told by Titian ; story, entitled “The Brother's Revenge.” The lion. Mrs the name of the artist is not at the plate, and the style is Morton has a beautiful poem ; so bas our good friend
not familiar to us ; “ Christ blessing the bread," by Carlo
Dulci-a great deal of sweetness in the face. These enMaleolm. The author of " Lillian " presents us with a prave legend, gaily told, and a fine picture of an old cava- gravings alone are well worth the price of the Iris.
“ The Blood'hound,” by some anonymous writer,