stitchers of wristbands and knitters of silk purses. She has clothed thoughts in words, and these words have been set up in types, and printed on the best kind of paper, for the behoof of the reading public. We respect Lady Charlotte Bury for this; and though her works do not belong to the very highest order of mind, they are, nevertheless, such as to entitle her to say to most other Charlottes,— "Here is something that it may do you good to peruse." Her abilities are much superior to those of the mass of females; and why therefore should she not take her station above them?

The "Journal of the Heart" contains a number of miscellaneous papers and remarks, mostly of a grave description, and is pretty nearly what it professes to be, an account of the different states of feeling which the ordinary events of life give birth to in an amiable, pious, and sensitive nature. A few slight tales, and some poetical pieces, are interspersed. As a favourable specimen of the author's style, we subjoin the following extract:

OLD LETTERS.

same remark applies to the article on Sir Henry Steuart's "Planter's Guide," in which, however, we are glad to perceive that there is a due appreciation of the great improvements introduced into arboriculture by the worthy baronet. The article headed " Sabbath-Breaking and the Bishop of London," is smart, and sufficiently witty for a Westminster Reviewer. The essay on the "Life and Opinions of Clarendon" is probably the best paper in the number, for though we are not sure that entire justice is done to the historian, yet many of the observations are calculated to throw additional light on his motives and actions. The article on "Religious Disabilities" is also mirthful, after the fashion of the article on the Bishop of London. We are not pleased with the spirit in which the article on the "Patronage of Art" is written. The author, with a true democratical feeling, wishes to show not only that patronage will never make a great artist, which we suppose nobody will dispute, but that patronage can never be of any service to an artist at all, which we hold to be something very like nonsense, so long as genius is one thing, and rank, influence, and wealth, are others, so long as the producer and the consumer remain "What a world of thoughts and feelings arise in perdistinct persons. The article on the " Egyptian Method using old letters! What lessons do we read in the silliest of Notation," by our learned townsman, Dr Browne, is of them; and in others, what beauty, what charm, what able and ingenious. The concluding article on the "Re- magical illusion, wraps the senses in brief enchantment! but it is brief indeed. Absence, estrangement, death, the lations at present existing between Great Britain and France," is of an unwise and inflammatory tendency. It three great enemies of mortal ties, start up to break the is in reply to an article which lately appeared in the spell. The letters of those who are dead! how wonderful! We seem again to live and breathe in their society. Quarterly Review, in which the writer, with no less ultra-writers once, perhaps, lived with us in the communion of zeal upon his side, called upon the Bourbons to resist friendship, in the flames of passion, in the whirl of pleaevery encroachment which the people might seem disposed sure; in the same career, in short, of earthly joys, earthly to make on the monarchical prerogative, and promised follies, and earthly infirmities. We seem again to retrace them the assistance of this country in so doing. The these paths together-but are suddenly arrested by the knowWestminster Reviewer calls in his turn on the people to ledge, that there lies a vast gulf between us and them; the hands which traced those characters are mouldering in their take their own way, in spite of the monarchy, and assures tombs, eaten by worms, or already turned to dust. Nature→→ them that should civil war be the consequence, this nation human nature, sickens at the thought; but redeemed nawill render them effectual aid. The abettors of such ture says, Although worms destroy this body, yet in my violent measures, whether on the part of the throne or the flesh shall I see God.'-JOB. populace, are equally wrong, and can meet with little respect or attention from the lovers of harmony and good order. The other articles in this Number are respectable, but by no means brilliant. They are on "Greek Lexicons," "Dobell's Travels in Kamtchatka and Siberia," "Moorsom's Letters from Nova Scotia," "The Stamp Act," and the "Distress of the Country." We should like to see, in the next Number of the Westminster, several articles more decidedly excellent, and none so insigni

ficant as some of those to which we have now alluded.

Journal of the Heart. Edited by the Authoress of" Flirtation." London. Colburn and Bentley. 1830. 8vo. Pp. 323.

Ir is no inconsiderable achievement for any man or woman to make themselves known at all in their day and generation. How many millions live and die without being once heard of beyond the immediate circle of their own personal acquaintances! If there be any pleasure in having oneself talked about, it is better to be the inventor of a quack medicine than the inventor of nothing at all; and if literary reputation be worth having, better to be the author of a small poem, published in a small provincial periodical, and discussed at a small tea-party congregated in a small town, than for ever remain a shadow without aname. Hundreds of our living authors are pretty nearly in the former situation; they are known to exist, and that is all. But this, as we have said, is a great deal; it makes a person somebody. Lady Charlotte Bury, the authoress of the book now before us, is somebody. She has already written two novels, entitled, "Flirtation" and "A Marriage in High Life." She has now published a Journal of the Heart;" and she has in the press a fourth work, entitled, "Separation." There can be no doubt, therefore, that she has raised herself out of the class of

The

"The highest, deepest thoughts may sometimes arise on a retrospection of old letters; but there are others of anin all its waywardness, tossed about in the storms of the other nature which speak to the heart in all its feebleness, feelings. Letters from those we once loved, who, perhaps, are still living-but no longer living for us. It may be, they grew tired of us; it may be, we grew tired of them; or the separations may have arisen from mutual imperfections in character: still the letters recall times and seasons when it was otherwise, and we look upon ourselves out of ourselves, as it were, with much melancholy interest. That identity of the person, and that estrangement of the spirit -who can paint it? But often a more cruel weapon still than these, has cut the tie of affection or love asunder; it is the pride, the prejudice, the ambition, avarice, or fickle. ness of one of the parties only. What a place, then, is the world for a tender, trusting, loving heart to rest in; where so many enemies lay siege to its warmest, best affections! Rest in! can it rest in it? No; it flits on from hill to hill, is still far off. from prospect to prospect; but the far off land of happiness

"There is still a third class of old letters, on which the heart delights to expatiate; and it must be remembered, if any one deigns to peruse these pages, that they pretend to nothing but a Journal of the Heart. The third class of old letters I am now alluding to, are those of the still living, but the absent. Oh! what do they not afford of in this mode of communion, done away with; we see nodelight! all the imperfections of mortal intercourse are, thing but what is good and fair, kind, tender, gentle, amusing; they have the whole witchery of beauty, love, and truth in them, without one speck or flaw to lower the tone of that enchantment they convey. May these ever remain sacred; may no rude hand lay bare to common eyes the thousand secret interwinings of soul which are polluted by of gain or advantage ever induce any one to make public indiscriminate and general participation, and may no desire what never was designed for public eye!"

Among Lady Charlotte's "old letters," she found one to which she gives a place in her book, and which speaks well both of her heart and head. Though written with

=the intention of being so, it was never sent to the lady tion, without being positively and downrightly bad, it is to whom it is addressed :

"MADAM,

TO MISS MITford.

"I never saw you in my life, and what is more strange, I never heard you spoken of; though, doubtless, many have done justice and paid homage to your talents; but it so chances that with these persons I have never met. Nevertheless, I have walked with you, gathered your primroses, rambled in your copses, seen you flying about over hill and dale, heard you, laughed with you, cried with you, admired you, and admired your dog, which is the touchstone of true love. May-flower is a delicious creature. I, too, have a dog; and I can only say, (though mine is altogether of another fashion, a courtly, southern, Titian-like dog, to be thought of on a green velvet cushion, not in a green lane,) that I wish our dogs were acquainted.

of that loose, careless, and unnerved description, which
is perhaps calculated to do greater harm, than more open
sinning against decorum. It gradually unbraces the
mind, deadens the sensitiveness of virtue, and emasculates
the moral constitution. "Perhaps," says the author in
his Preface, 66
I may be too sanguine in trusting that a
moral may be gathered from the following pages." If he
entertained the slightest doubt upon this subject, what
right had the mercenary drivel to publish them? Fortu
nately, however, he is too weak an ass to be able to do
much harm. The first three lines of his book show
what kind of writer he is: "Born to affluence, rank, and
happiness, the early years of Percy Lorraine offered no
inconsistency to these glowing possessions." We take the

Trans

My long silken-haired, short-legged, shapeless, but pic-liberty of tossing the "Foreign Exclusives" into the fire, ture-like familiar, bears an Italian origin and name. To and trust that the fire will "offer no inconsistency to tell the latter might be to tell mine own; and though I de- these glowing possessions." sire nothing more than that May-flower and he should be on amicable terms, I sadly fear he could never cope with her in leaping a ditch, or coursing a hare. He might feel it beneath his dignity; though, to say truth, there are reasons which might render the thing difficult, if not impracticable, He is, alas ! not old-no, no, (nothing that I love shall ever grow old ;) but he is just the age of other dogs, and that is precisely the sort of age, you understand, when the green velvet cushion suits him better than green leaves. For all these reasons he might not suit the taste of the fair May-flower; neither, perhaps, might the writer of this letter suit her to whom it is addressed.

The Jerusalem Delivered of Torquato Tasso.
lated into English Spenserian Verse, with a Life of the
Author. By J. H. Wiffen, Third Edition. 2 vols.
18mo. London. Longman, Rees, Orme, and Co.
1830.

We are pleased to see this delightful and classical work
No Italian
published in so popular and elegant a form.
poet can ever be so thoroughly enjoyed by an English
reader as Tasso. Dante and Ariosto are too full of na-
tionalities and obscurities to be at all times distinctly un-

The Ita

"In truth, a shame comes over me in taking this outof-the-way mode of making your acquaintance; and I dare derstood; but the song of Tasso flows on in one unbroken 5 say I shall not have courage to send this; we must meet stream of rich melody and increasing interest. first, (I hope we must meet somehow, somewhere,) in a regular matter-of-fact way, for fear of that horrid bogle, lians have no Homer, but Tasso is unquestionably their Ridicule. Do you understand Scotch? I dare say you Virgil. Mr Wiffen's elegant fancy, refined taste, great do, for all things are made known to you, who talk with command. of language, and power of versification, admithose fine spirits which are only to be met with in violet-rably qualified him as the translator of the "Jerusalem beds, and in the mystery of dead leaves, and tangled brakes, Delivered ;" and he has presented the English reader with and rocky dells. Well, so for fear, as I said before, of that a work redolent of the beauties of the original, and likely horrid bogle Ridicule, I positively dare not send this letter. to take its place beside the translations of Pope and Dry"In the meantime, it is pleasant to tell you that there is a being who, though bodily unknown to you, is sitting this den, for it is executed with no less. felicity throughout. night, this portentous night of your play, thinking of you It has already run through two editions, and is now reand of it; wondering what success it has had with the pub-published in an exceedingly handsome pocket or cabinet lic; feeling sure that it is beautiful, whether it is under- shape, with numerous embellishments. stood or not; and hoping that it may crown your brows with garlands of fame, and line your pockets with money. "I would have given the world to have got to the play this night. That is a commonplace expression, and not what I wanted to say, but let it pass.

"How I long for to-morrow-I, who never read news-papers! murders, and births, and deaths, and marriages excepted, I shall not eat my breakfast till I have looked for the success of The Foscari;' and thus I bid you good night-I hope, a happy, triumphant good night.” Without possessing any very high attractions, this volume is read with pleasure, because it is full of kindliness, pure morality, and ladylike feeling.

Foreign Exclusives in London. A Novel. 3 vols. London. Colburn and Bentley. 1830.

THIS is a piece of catchpenny trash by some vulgar booby, who not only knows nothing of high life, but is ignorant of the common rules of English grammar. It fis printed in small thin volumes, and on coarse paper, as if the publishers were themselves half ashamed of the work. It professes to be the history of a young man of good birth, Percy Lorraine by name, who falls in love with three different women successively, and after vowing eternal fidelity to them all, jilts each as may happen to suit his convenience or inclination. The "Foreign Exclusives" consist of a Count D'Alberg, and one or two Italans, male and female, of very doubtful character; particuarly a Madame Zestris, who seems to be a kind of mockheroic representative of a popular actress with a similar name. Exclusives, forsooth! the kind of society represented in the whole book would not inspire awe into the breast of a tallor's apprentice. As for the morality of the composi

The Juvenile Library. No. I. Lives of Remarkable
Youth of both Sexes. Vol. I. London. Colburn and
Bentley. 1830.

THIS Volume contains nine Lives and four embellishments. The Lives are of Edward the Sixth, Lady Jane Grey, Blaise Pascal, Candiac de Montcalm, Volney Beckner, the Admirable Crichton, Mozart, Angela de la Moriniere, and Sir Thomas Lawrence. The embellishments are-portraits of her Highness the Princess Victoria, King Edward the Sixth, Lady Jane Grey, and Sir Thomas Lawrence. The Lives are pretty well written, and the portraits are pretty well engraved. The book will suit the youth of both sexes very well; and Messrs Colburn and Bentley sold three thousand copies the first day, which we take to be a paying circulation.

Divines of the Church of England, with a Life of each
Author, &c. Vol. II. The Works of Bishop Sherlock.
London. A. J. Valpy. 1830. 8vo. Pp. 494.
We noticed, in the favourable terms it deserved, the
first volume of this publication. We are glad to perceive
that it goes on steadily, and, we hope, successfully.

Colloquial Arithmetic; or a System of Vulgar and Decimal
Arithmetic, in the form of a Story. By John Forbes,
1830.
Teacher, Edinburgh.
24.mo.
Pp. 108.
THIS appears to be a useful and ingenious little work;
and we perceive that Dr David Dickson, and Mr Paul
of the Commercial Bank, both of whom examined it in
manuscript, bear honourable testimony to its merits.

Irish Cottagers. By Mr Martin Doyle, Author of "Hints to Small Farmers." Dublin. Curry and Co. 12mo. Pp. 137.

Dublin.

1830.

The Outcast: A Story of the Modern Reformation. Two
vols. 24mo.
Curry and Co.
The Martyr of Prusa, or the First and Last Prayer: A
Tale of the Early Curistians. Dublin. Curry and Co.
1830. 24mo.

THE first of these books conveys, through a familiar and entertaining medium, sound practical information to the rural part of the population of Ireland.

"The Outcast" and the "Martyr of Prusa" are works of a religious and controversial nature, written by respectable Irishmen of the Protestant persuasion.

t

ORIGINAL POETRY.

A BALLAD FROM THE GAELIC.
By the Ettrick Shepherd.

THE eagle flew over the Laggan Loch,
And down by the braes of Badenoch,
And eastward, eastward sped his way,
Far over the lovely links of Spey,
Till the lord of Balloch turn'd his eye
To the haughty journeyer of the sky,
And he said to his henchman, "Gill-na-omb,
What brings the eagle so far from home?"
Then Gillion watch'd his lord's dark eye,
And his voice it falter'd in reply;

And he said, "My lord, who needs to care
For the way of the eagle in the air?
Perhaps he is watching Lochdorbin's men,
Or the track of the Gordons of the Glen,
For he spies, from his stories of the wind,
That the dead are often left behind;

Or, haply, he knows, in our forest bounds,
Of some noble stag dead of his wounds."

"Go, saddle my steed without delay,

I have mark'd yon eagle, day by day,
Still hovering over yon lonely dell-

There's a dread on my soul which I dare not tell.
Gillion, no mystery may I brook,

I like not your suspicious look,

And have noted your absence from my hand
More than I approve or understand;
Say, have you heard no word at all

Of some one miss'd from her father's hall ?"
"No, my good lord-No, not one word,
As I shall be sworn upon my sword;
And why should the eagle's yelling din
Awake suspicions your heart within ?"
That lord he mounted his gallant steed,
But at his henchman he shook his head,
And gave him a look as bounding away,
That fill'd his black heart with dismay;
And he fled to hide in the bosky burn,
For he durst not wait his lord's return,
The lord of Balloch away is gone,
With beating heart, to the wild alone;
For in the dead of night he had dream'd
Of that dell o'er which the eagle scream'd,
And there, with his mortal eye, had seen
A vision of terror and of teen;

And something was borne on his soul oppress'd,
Of a deed that would never be redress'd;
For there are spirits that the truth can scan,
And whisper it to the soul of man.

The eagle he sail'd upon the cloud,
And he spread his wings, and scream'd aloud,
For he durst not light in the lonely dell,
But his rage made all the echoes yell;
For he saw the blood below his feet,
And he saw it red, and he knew it sweet,
And though death was pleasing to his eye,
The silken tartans stream'd too nigh.

The lord of Balloch rode on and on,
With a heavy gloom his heart upon,
Till his steed began to show demur,
For he snorted and refused the spur,
And, nor for coaxing nor for blow,
Farther one step he would not go;
He rear'd aloft and he shook with fear,
And his snorting was terrible to hear.
The gallant steed is left behind,
And the chief proceeds with a troubled mind.
But short way had that good lord gone,
Ere his heart was turn'd into a stone;
It was not for nought that the steed rebell'd;
It was not for nought that the eagle yell'd;
It was not for nought that the visions of night
Presented that lord with a grievous sight,—
A sight of misery and despair:

But I dare not tell what he found there!
For the hearts of the old would withhold belief,
And the hearts of the young would bleed with grief,
Till the very fountains of life ran dry!

Sweet sleep would forsake the virgin's eye,
And man, whose love she had learn'd to prize,
Would appear a monster in disguise-
A thing of cursed unhallow'd birth,
Unfit to dwell on his Maker's earth;
The very flowers of the wilder'd dell
Would blush, were I that tale to tell!

Ah! the clan of Lochdorbin for ever may rue
That the dream and the result proved so true,
For twenty ruffians of that dome,

And at their head base Gill-na-omb,
Were hung by the necks around that dell,
To bleach in the snows and rains that fell,
And there they swung, the wild within,

Till the dry bones rattled in the skin;

And they hung, and they hung, till all was gone
Save a straggling skull and white back-bone,

A lesson to men of each degree,

How sacred the virgin form should be.

As for Lochdorbin's brutal chief,

He was pinion'd like a common thief,
And cast into a dungeon deep,

Below the Balloch castle-keep,

Where he pined to death, there not the first
Who had died of hunger and of thirst;
On his own flesh he strove to dine,
And drank his blood instead of wine,
Then groan'd his sicken'd soul away,
Cursing the lord of Balloch's sway,
And wishing, with dying grin and roar,
That twenty maidens, and twenty more,
Were in his power in the lonely dell,
And all by that lord beloved as well.

He is gone-extinct, and well away-
His castle's a ruin unto this day,
And neither the shepherd nor hind can tell
The name of the chief that there did dwell,
And all that remains of that cruel beast,
Who laid the Buchan and Bogie waste,
Are some shreds of bones in the Balloch keep,
Still kick'd about in that dungeon deep;

Or haply some films of dust unshrined,
Whirl'd on the eddies of the wind.

So perish all from noble range,

Who would wrong a virgin for revenge!*

The scene of this ancient and horrible legend seems to have been in the country of the Grants, whose chief may have been the Lord of Balloch. In the same district, also, there is an ancient castle, or rather garrison, of great strength and magnificence, called Lochindorb. It is situated on an island. Its walls are twenty feet thick, and it covers fully an acre of ground. It has a spacious entrance of hewn stone, and strong watch-towers at each corner. The inhabit ants of the distriet can give no account of it, but say it was the resi dence of a great cateran chief, who was put down by the Earl of Moray and the Laird of Grant. Another account is, that he and all his followers were surprised, and cut off to a man, by the Laird of Grant. It is not improbable that this cateran chief may have been one of King Edward's officers.

8

LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

A LIFE of Elizabeth, Queen of England, is preparing for Constale's Miscellany, by Henry G. Bell, author of the Life of Mary, Jueen of Scots.

A Catalogue of the Lords Chancellors, Presidents, and Senators f the College of Justice, from its Institution in 1582 to the present ime, with Biographical Notes and Illustrations, by George Brunon, writer, Edinburgh, and David Haig, Assistant Librarian to he Faculty of Advocates, is announced to appear in December ext. The "Catalogue of the Lords of Session," edited by Lord lailes, is now entirely out of print, and it has therefore occurred hat a work upon a more enlarged plan, might prove acceptable to he profession and the public. The present Catalogue, accordingly, esides being completed to the latest promotion, will, in as far as hat is now possible, afford a distinct, and it is hoped interesting, ecount of the distinguished individuals who have filled the bench Inee the institution of the College of Justice. It will thus possess acre popular interest than the work of Lord Hailes, and will somethat resemble in plan Keith's Catalogue of the Scottish Bishops. The author of "Darnley," and " Richelieu," will very shortly wroduce a new historical romance, called De L'Orme, the story of which belongs, we are informed, to that period of the 17th century when Louis XIII. occupied the throne of France, and Philip IV. that of Spain, in both which countries the hero meets with numberless adventures of a romantic kind. Darnley" has received the honour of translation into foreign languages, and has employed the kill of the painter and dramatist in England. -Retrospections of the Stage, by the late John Bernard, Manager of the American Theatres, and formerly Secretary to the Beef-Steak Club, is on the eve of appearing. This work has reference to a fortyyears' connexion with theatricals in England, Ireland, and America. The monthly volume of the Family Classical Library for July, terninates Beloe's admired translation of Herodotus.

"

A Grammar of the Turkish Language, dedicated by permission to the Turkish Sultan, by Arthur Lumley Davids, is announced.

A work, entitled the Rise and Progress of the English Commonwealth, from the first settlement of the Anglo-Saxons in Britain, by Francis Palgrave, Esq. of the Inner Temple, will be shortly published. Mr William Mayne of Glasgow is about to publish, by subscription, From what we the Fate of an Ancient House, and other Poems. know of Mr Mayne's poetical talents, we augur well of this work, and beg to recommend it to the patronage of our readers.

Dr Lardner announces a Cabinet Library in monthly volumes, to be supported by the same class of literary and scientific contributors his Cyclopædia, and to embrace such subjects of powerful or immediate interest as do not fall within the regular plan of the latter. The publication of the Cabinet Liberary will commence with the Life and Reign of George IV., in three volumes.

The Rev. George Croly, A.M., has a Memoir of his late Majesty George IV. nearly ready for publication.

Dr Hunter of Leeds announces a treatise on the Mineral Springs of Harrowgate.

GEOGRAPHICAL OF NATURAL AND EDINBURGH JOURNAL SCIENCE-We have much pleasure in observing that this journal still continues to improve. We look upon No. X. (for July,) which has just appeared, as one of the best numbers of the work, which has now proved itself well entitled to encouragement from men of science. DRAWING ACADEMY, HILL STREET -The anxiety of all classes to acquire this elegant accomplishment, is too great for a good semirary to stand in need of any recommendation beyond its own excellence. At the same time, we may be pardoned for attempting to direct the public attention to its utility. It is to few that Nature has given the power of becoming eminent artists. There is, however, scarcely one who may not acquire the power of copying tolerably correctly the appearance of external objects. The being able, in many instances, to convey clear notions by the pencil, of what we would seek in vain to express in words, is the least advantage attendant upon this power. The habit of looking at objects with a view to copy them, facilitates much the forming and retaining distruct and definite ideas of external phenomena, and that is no inconMany of the drawings siderable help to clear and correct thinking. of the pupils at the Hill Street Academy, exhibited yesterday, evince superior abilities on their part, and all of them establish the sedulous anxiety and happy talent for teaching of the masters, Messrs Simson and Gibb.

PANORAMA OF ST SEBASTIAN.-We have received much gratification from visiting this Exhibition, which opened here a few days ago. It is a brilliant and vivid representation of one of the finest bays in the world-that of St Sebastian, commonly called, though erroneously, Rio Janeiro. The scenery is very magnificent; and the whole effect, heightened as it is by a concealed band of music, is striking and animating.91

IMPORTANT TO BOTANISTS.-There is now on our table a report of the Würtemberg Association for promoting Journeys having for their aim the extension of natural history, This Association is unle the particular direction of Professor Hochstetter of Zübingen, and Dr Steudel of Esslingen. Its plan is as follows:-A traveller is

chosen to make an excursion during the year into some district
little known, for the purpose of collecting specimens in some depart-
ment of natural history. An announcement of the destination of
the traveller is then published, stating at the same time the contri-
bution required from every one wishing to have a share in the fruits
of his expedition, and the number of specimens to be received by
each shareholder. This Association has now stood the test of seve
ral years, and has been the means of supplying the natural historian
in different countries with the rarest specimens at a very low price.
The report of this year refers to the collections of plants made in an
expedition to Norway in 1828, and in two excursions, one into
Dalmatia, the other to the Pyrenees, in 1829. That they have
been so long of accounting for the first collection was owing to the
damage sustained by the ship in which they were, one-third of the
plants having been destroyed by the pouring in of sea-water. The
Dalmatian and Pyrenean collections have been more fortunate. The
Directors have been able to allot specimens (in many cases dupli-
cates) of one hundred plants from each country-that is, about two
hundred and fifty specimens-to each subscriber. The contributions
amounted only to fifteen florins (about L.1, 5s.) for each person.
They consist entirely of rare, and, in many instances, of quite new
species. The public attention is requested in a particular manner to
the Pyrenean plants, which prove of themselves to every one ac-
quainted with the localities, the extreme care, and even danger, with
which many of them must have been collected. It is proposed by
the Institution that Mr Endress, the intrepid collector of these plants,
should be engaged to complete his researches in the Pyrenean Flora.
His investigations-rich though their results have been-have
as yet scarcely extended beyond the department of the Eastern
It is proposed that he should proceed immediately to
Pyrenees.
Paris, there collect the necessary information, thence to this year's
scene of action in the department of the High Pyrenees, and next
to the neighbourhood of Bayonne. After spending there the brief
winter of the south, they suggest that he should direct his course
through the western Pyrenees, and then occupy the rest of the
summer in exploring as much as possible of the remainder of these
mountains. The possibility, however, of carrying into execution
this extensive plan depends, they add, upon the early advancement
of the contributions of the respective shareholders. They are anxi-
ous that the contributions for 1830-31 should, if possible, be for-
warded together, or, at all events, that those intending to subscribe
A young
for both years would expressly declare their intentions.
botanist of the name of Volz has undertaken a journey, at his own
risk, to the North American States of Georgia and Carolina. He
offers from 200 to 230 instructive and well-dried species of plants for
a contribution of 20 florins (L.1, 13s. 4d.) The Würtemberg Asso-
ciation has not hitherto been able to send a traveller in the direct on
mentioned, and its leading members bear testimony to Volz's quali-
fications for the undertaking.

CHIT-CHAT FROM LONDON.-Moore's second volume of the Life of Byron is at length positively promised in a fortnight.-Proposals are in circulation for a public mecting to consider of the expediency of erecting a national monument to Shakspeare, worthy of the genius of the poet, the progress of the arts, and the grandeur of the empire.Most of the papers have been publishing double numbers, with Memoirs of the late King. The double No. of the Atlas was a curiosity from its immense size;-none of the others were any way remarkable. -Several new editions have appeared of the national anthem," God save the King." Mr Arnold's of the English Opera House is not the best. There is little difficulty in introducing the name of William instead of George, and indeed in the original edition the Monarch's name is not introduced at all, nor does there appear to be any necessity for doing so.-The London season may now be considered as The anticipaclosed, and it has been on the whole a very dull one.

tion of the King's death prevented many festivities which might have taken place. The excitement of a general election and a coronation will be a great relief.

CHIT CHAT FROM GLASGOW.-On the occasion of the proclamation of William IV. we had a somewhat impromptu procession of the military and civic bodies, after which a "select few" eat cake and drank wine with the Magistrates, while those not on the invitation list adjourned to the Tontine or Buck's Head.-The Royal demise obliged Mr Green to postpone his second ascent in his magnificent balloon; and this intrepid aeronaut is at present on a visit to Edinburgh to make preparations there for delighting the Athenians.— Fanny Kemble's appearance was also delayed for a few nights. When she did appear, the feeling was universal that your Acris and CerLerus had most righteously appreciated her. We were fairly enough gratified, but could see nothing of the vis comica in her discovered by the Editor of the Weekly Journal, nor of the Sidonian dignity, and O'Neil seductiveness, attributed to her by the Scotsman. The houses were elegantly and fully attended, and must have been profitable to Alexander. Seymour expected to have had the father and daughter at his theatre, and published a letter in the papers here, which went far to prove that he had been scurvily treated by Charles Keinble, who had faithfully promised to engage with him, but drew back when he found that Alexander was to have the patent. Kemble reserved his defence till the last night of his

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at length come to our seas and mountains, bringing with them, from far and near, many old and new visitors. Our Cambridge friends are to be elsewhere-but others from the same and the sister Univer sity are daily expected. What would Doctor Johnson have said to this? Or what, in fact, would any person of his period have said, had such a thing been mentioned as within the bounds of possibility?

(says Faujas-Saint-Feond, in his Tour through England and Scotland, anno 1797,) avec un domestique, parmi des hommes qui parloient une langue particulière, absolument étrangère à l'Angloise, je ne pouvois me faire entendre que par des signes!"

Theatrical Gossip.-A new piece, called "Separation and Repa. ration," said to be by Morton, the dramatist, has been favourably received at the Haymarket.-The broken weather has been hitherto much against Vauxhall.-We observe that the respectable dramatie critic in the New Monthly Magazine entertains the same opinion of Miss Kemble's comedy that we do. He speaks concerning it in these words: "Her performance of the comic part of the character of Lady Townly was pointed and lively, but it wanted breadth, richness, and ease. To the adequate representation of the part, a matured person and a voluptuous repose of manner are essential; and these Miss Kemble wants. She may ripen into a great comic actress, but we doubt whether it is worth her while to try,-for she may be assured that all she gains in reputation that way, will be at least so much deducted from her attraction in the serious drama. There is but a limited sphere over which the imagination of the public will range; and within this, to divide admiration is to destroy it. Miss Kemble's lighter graces will be felt and enjoyed when sparkling among her tragic scenes; but it does not follow, that though they felicitously relieve the gloom of her tragedy, they will light up an entire comedy with mirth and gladness."—A curious hoax has been lately played off on the London papers. A long and interesting account of a most talented debutante appeared in the Liverpool Journal: it is copied into the London papers: the lady's powers are discussed, her style commented on, her readings given, the when and where of applause accurately noted, her dress is praised, the support of the company and their talents are criticised, and an impression is produced. The passage is recopied into a Liverpool paper, with this pithy remark" We never heard of the lady! the play was not acted at our theatre on the night mentioned!!-there is no such paper as the Liver pool Journal!!!"-Hooper, Pritchard, and Miss Phillips, lately of our theatre, have gone to London, we suppose, to push their fortune, seeing that Mr Murray has as yet engaged no one for next

appearance here, when he made a skilful, earnest, and propitiatory speech, but not quite conclusive, or even satisfactory, considering that it was postponed to the twelfth hour, and that, by refusing to entrust his reply to the columns of a newspaper, he put it out of Seymour's power to refute it. The three tragedies which were played during this engagement, were very respectably got up by Alexander. By far the most important result of the death of the king" Restant seul à Oban, un licu désert, à l'extrémité de l'Ecosse, here, is, that it leads to a new election for our triple alliance of burghs, and, as far as we can foresee, the substitution of an able Glasgow merchant, as our representative, for a jolly county gentleWe have at least three distinguished citizens, who, had we a fair share of representation in the House of Commons, would do honour to their native place,-these are, Messrs Finlay, Ewing, and Smith, who, placed beside the Gascoignes, Protheroes, and Hart Davises, would show like torches beside rush-lights. Unfortunately for us, we cannot have them all; and, much to the honour of Messrs Ewing and Smith, they have not advanced their claims, whenever they knew that Mr Finlay was in the field. Indeed, it is only inferred that Mr Smith of Jordanhill contemplated a senatorial careerwhich we trust yet awaits him: but Mr Ewing, with great disinterestedness, gave way to Mr Finlay, though naturally desirous of bringing his great information, and more than common eloquence, into a fitting field. Mr Finlay's presence in Parliament, on the examination and discussion of the East India Question, will, however, be of vast importance to the cause of Free Trade, for no man is better informed on the subject-as was proved by his being placed at the head of all the deputations that met in London on the case. His return is secured. So much for Politics.-The only other piece of gossip worth mentioning, is, that all the surviving acquaintances of Burns in Glasgow, of whom there are still many, acknowledge the striking nature of the likeness from Taylor's picture that is just published.

the Edinburgh papers, of the arrangements which have been entered into regarding the patent, but it is in several respects erroneous. The fact is, however, certain, that Mr Murray is now in possession of the patent. We hope he intends soon to stir his stumps. If Miss Jarman is not engaged for Drury-Lane, let him secure her services at any cost.-Jones is performing with his company at Perth. Wilson is also singing there.-Miss Paton and Mr Wood have been first hissed and then deserted in Dublin, much to the credit of that metropolis. There are some good remarks on this subject in the Monthly Magazine for this month.

CHIT CHAT FROM ABERDEEN.-The Third Competition of the Aberdeenshire Horticultural Society was held on the 22d of June; but, from the state of the weather, the show was rather poor.-The New Church of Gamrie, in Banffshire, was opened last week by the Rev. Mr Wilson; the Old Church, which still stands, is supposed to be the most ancient in Scotland, having been erected in the year 1004. It is most romantically situated, at a mile's distance from the New, on the brink of a precipice overhanging the sea. A battle was fought upon the hill, above the Old Church, between the Scots and Danes; and three skulls, supposed to have been those of Danish chiefs, are built into the north wall of the Old Church. This romantic situation gave rise to a favourite air, called "The Braes of Gam-season, which is bien drole. A statement has appeared this week in rie."-Great improvements are at present going on in "The Capital of the Don and the Dee;" amongst which may be mentioned, the Harbour Improvements, addition to Gordon's Hospital, new bridge over the Don, suspension bridge over the Dee, the erection of two new parish churches, (the north and south,) &c.-The Rainer Family of Tyrolese Minstrels gave three concerts in this city, about a fortnight ago, and were numerously and fashionably attended.-Great rejoicings were held last week amongst the manufacturing classes, in consequence of the decision of the Jury Court in Edinburgh in favour of the Messrs Hadden of Aberdeen, in a plea with the upper heritors of the river Don.-Mr Green, of balloon notoriety, is expected to ascend from this city in a few weeks.-Mr Cooke, from Liverpool, has opened a riding academy in Wales Street, which promises to be well supported; an institution of the kind was much wanted in Aberdeen,-A keen contest is expected at the first election of an M.P. for the Aberdeen and Montrose district of burghs. -The designation service of the Rev. Mr Souter to the church and district of Newcastle, Miramichi, New Brunswick, was held in Greyfriar's Church, on the 29th; the Rev. Mr Geddes of Paisley preached, and the Rev. Professor Brown gave the charge.-A society, auxiliary to the Glasgow North American Colonial Society, has just been formed in Aberdeen: the first meeting was held on Tuesday evening.-King William IV. has been proclaimed with the customary honours.

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS.

AMONG many interesting articles which are still unavoidably postponed, are "The Philosophy of Law;" reviews of "The Undying One," "Traits and Stories of Scottish Character," "Notices of German and French Literature," &c.

"The Water-Cress Girl" is in types. We shall read over the papers from Lerwick, and see what can be done.-We are sorry to find that " Proteus" has waxed irascible;-a packet lies for him at the publishers'.-To the Correspondent who addresses us in the words of Belvidera-"Thou unkind one!" we beg to say that he is not forgotten; but his sonnet is scarcely good enough.

We have much pleasure in announcing that our next Number will contain poetical contributions both from Allan Cunningham and CHIT CHAT FROM OBAN.-On Saturday last, at noon, his Majesty the Author of "Anster Fair."-"The Mother and Child," by “A. King William IV. was proclaimed here, in presence of the magistrates, M." of Dunfermline, will probably have a place." A Genuine Love the principal inhabitants, and a goodly assemblage of the populace. As Letter," by Edward Brooks of Liverpool, shall have a place in our soon as Mr Paterson, our town-clerk, had pronounced the conclu- next Slippers. We regret that the following verses will not suit us: ding "God save the King!" hats waved, voices shouted, and a volley "To a Lady," and "Elegy," by "M.,"-Stanzas by "R. S.,"" On of artillery carried the glad tidings "over continent and isle." Wine Returning to Scotland," and "On the Death of Lord Byron," by was liberally distributed, and his Majesty's health drunk, with every" A. F.,"-" The Seduced One to her Babe," by "N. M. W.,”— manifestation of loyalty. The deep silence of a summer day succeed"Napoleon's Return from Elba,"-and the Communications from ed,-harmonising well with the joy and grief which thoughts of the Migvie. living and of the dead by turns inspired. Dunolly castle hung out a mournful ensign to the evening breeze, and it still floats above the grey battlements.-An Elocutionist from Glasgow paid us a visit some time ago, for the purpose "of ridding us of our Highland brogue." To prove his fitness for this humane undertaking, he signified his intention of giving "select pieces of reading and recitations on Wednesday's evening, the 23d of June, 1830." Among these, was Antony's oration over the dead body of Cæsar. At that part of it where an appeal is made to the garment of the fallen hero, our orator raised a spotted pocket-napkin, and some of the audience raised a laugh. The halcyon days of a somewhat late summer have

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