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While the smoke from their bows in fiery volumes flows, slipped, and they both fell into the water, between the And their gans peal louder and more loud.

lugger and the quay. At the cry of “ The skipper and

the mate overboard !" the lad lost all power is amaze Chorus.

ment, the tiller slipped from his hands, and at the very Let the world say what it will, if the truth is told,

moment they rose above the water, the lugger, being no Happy is the life the life of the smuggler bold ;

longer under control, yielded to the wind, and was in. We live and we laugh at the law :

stantly dashed violently against the quay. A shriek of For how merry is the breeze, while we're bounding o'er horror burst from the crowd. As quickly as hundreds the seas,

of eager hands could effect it, she was moved from the In the teeth of the tempest, the wave, and the foe!

place. The bodies were soon found, but in a state too And we laugh, while we see how the cruizer's balls do horrid to describe. An arm and hand of each were alone flee

entire, firmly grasped together in the death-seal of friendFar astern, astern, as we onward, onward go.

ship. They had been driven between two beams, which

formed part of the framework of the quay. 2d Voice.

Morning broke bright and joyously; the storm was The roar of the gun, and the crashing mast,

over, and all nature seemed rejoicing in the change; but The sabre's flash, and the musket's ring,

where was Lucy? She was sitting, gazing fixedly on the Float slowly along on the soften'd blast,

bed which contained the inanimate remains of those who With the shriek of the mariner drowning.

were dearest to her on earth. The day advanced, but Let the world say, &c.

still she sat. One of her companions spoke to her. She

turned her dewy eyes on her for a moment, took another 3d Voice.

long last look, then rose, and with an erect step walked out But cheerily still from the mast

of the cottage, under whose roof she had passed so many Our red red flag flies free and fast;

happy years, and sat herself on the edge of the cliff, with And our ship so gay, as she cuts her way

her eyes wandering eagerly over the sea. · The guiding Through the foaming sea, in her gallantry,

light of reason had happily left her. Bears us safe to shore, all our danger o'er

By the side of a brawling brook, running through a A band brave and free, 'scaped valiantly.

beautiful sequestered little glen, a still lovely face might Chorus in full.

be seen, every summer's eve, reflected on the pure surface,

as it bent seeking the water-cresses that were abundant The song was finished; her sails were double-reefed, in its bed. 'Twas Lucy. She recollected that her fathe hatches closed, and all made snug to meet the storm, ther liked them, and in the morning she might be diswhich by this time had almost risen to a hurricane. How..covered on the edge of the cliff, with her basketful hangever, Lawson, confident in the sea-worthiness of his fa- ing from her arm, still gazing over the sea. Alas! no vourite, fearlessly kept on his way, and in three bells more will her father's sail break the line of the horizon. came off the harbour of Dagainst the piers of which Soon she drooped, and died. The tears of the inhabitants the waves were breaking so furiously, that they were for miles round were the last proofs of commiseration for nearly hid in a cloud of foam and spray. Many years poor Lucy, the water-cress girl! The ill-fated schooner ago, at the time when the events of our tale happened, that met the lugger that night was so cut up, that she the coast blockade was not established ; and whenever the yielded to the storm, filled, and went down at seà ; and revenue officers wished to make a seizure on land, they were of that brave ship and her gallaut crew, nought remains obliged to call in the assistance of the military, the tide but an old man's tale. of popular prejudice setting in favour of the free-traders, as they were generally called. This run the Lucy had little to fear from unwelcome visitors, the revenue officers

ORIGINAL POETRY. being far to the south, on a wrong scent, as we hinted some time ago. “We're just in the nick of the tide, Lawson,” said Will ; " we'll clear the bar primely. A little TO CAPTAIN THOMAS BLAIR, ON HIS SAILING FOR more to the wind, eh ?"_" Right, boy: in with that

CHINA. foresail there, and stand by to haul in every rag.” The

By Allan Cunningham. lugger appeared for a moment on the crest of a wave, was Try gallant ship shows like a bride, immediately lost in the spray, and next moment was in

Upon her bridal-night; the mouth of the harbour in comparative safety. “ We'll

And like the falcon, wild and free, make for the south side, I suppose, Lawson, eh?”—“Ay,

She spreads her wings for flight; boy, do. Come aft here, you young imp, and take the The heaven above, the flood below, tiller ; and now, Will, come for'ard. A keg of Nantz to

Show many a cheering signa pound of granny's delight, I jump ashore first."_" I Lo! see the cup in my right hand, say, done.”_ -" Keep her steady, you lubber, or I'm

'Tis brimm'd with ruddy wine; blow'd if I don't make a dead marine of your back !"

As full as this, thy cup will flow, They were now almost close to the quay, At that

With all that 's good and fairtime, none of the honses on the northern side, which now Go, and good fortune go with theeprotect the harbour from the wind when in that quarter,

My blessings on thee, Blair! were built. A fisherman's hut or two, formed of a wall half mud, half brick, with an old boat inverted for the The ocean calls thee from below, roof, were all that then broke the dreariness of the pro

A fair wind calls on high, spect in that direction. “Come, Will, art ready?” cried Around thee crowd thy merry-men, Lawson, one foot on the gunnel, about to leap. Ay,

And friends are standing nigh. ay. Steady there, steady!” roared he to the lad at the Full on thy sight the vision'd shores helm. The latter, more intent on recognising his own

Of India open wide, friends among the crowd on the quay, than in attending As mute ye pace the deck and muse to his duty, and hearing some coinmand given, moved the

With all a seaman's pride, tiller a little to leeward ; a gust of wind tore the half. And call_“ Come, give, my merry-men, hauled-in sails from the hands of the men; her head

Our mainsail to the air ;" yawed off to the wind; Lawson and Will sprung that Away the ship goes with a startmoment, without seeing what had bappened ; their feet

My blessings on thee, Blair!

Ye go where spice is in the grove,

And diamonds in the sand ; Where China opes her jealous gates,

As commerce waves her wand; Where every breath men draw is balm ;

Where suns unceasing smile;
And where your compass is the scent

Of mainland and of isle.
Your good ship breasts the billows free,

And cuts them like shareWhere'er you go, I'll think of thee

My blessings on thee, Blair !

0! when in homeward joy you cleave

The hills of foaming brine,
And see nought but the wave and sky,

While o'er the level line,
Where sea and cloud meet, starts the sun,

And glances on your sail,
Look to the wondrous orb, and cheer

His rising with a hail ;
For 'on thy native isle he shines,

With glad hearts beating there,
And kindred tongues, who cry with me,

My blessings on thee, Blair !

TAMMY LITTLE.

A JUVENILE JEU-D'ESPRIT.
By the Author of " Anster Fair.”
Wee Tammy Little, honest man !

I kent the body weel,
As round the kintra-side he gaed,

Careerin' wi' his creel.
He was sae slender and sae wee,

That aye when blasts did blaw,
He ballasted himself wi' stanes

'Gainst bein' blawn awa.
A meikle stane the wee bit man

In ilka coat-pouch clappit,
That by the michty gowlin' wind

He michtna down be swappit.
When he did chance within a wood,

On simmer days, to be,
Aye he was frichtit lest the craws

Should heise him up on hie ;
And aye he, wi' an aiken cud,

The air did thump and beat,
To stap the craws frae liftin' him

Up to their nests for meat.
Ae day, when in a barn he lay,

And thrashers thrang were thair,
He in a moment vanish'd aff,

And nae man could tell whair; They lookit till the riggin' up,

And round and round they lookit, At last they fand him underneath

A firlot croyled and crookit.
Ance as big Samuel past him by,

Big Samuel gave a sneeze,
And wi' the sough o't he was cast

Clean down upon his knees.
His wife and he upon ane day

Did chance to disagree,
And up she took the bellowses,

As wild as wife could be ;
She gave ane puff intill his face,

And made him, like a feather,
Flee frae the tae side o' the house,

Resoundin' till the tither!
Ae simmer e'en, wben as he through

Pitkirie forest past,
By three braid leaves, blawn aff the trees,

Ile down to yird was cast ;

A tirl о' wind the three braid leaves

Down frae the forest dung,
Ane frae an ash, ane frae an elm,

Ane frae an aik-tree strang;
Ane strak him sair on the back-neck,

Ane on the nose him rappit,
Ane smote him on the vera heart,

And down as dead he drappit. But ah! but ah ! a drearier dool

Ance hapt at Ounston-dammy, That heise'd him a'thegither up,

And maist extinguish't Tammy;
For, as he cam slow-daunderin' down,

In's hand his basket hingin',
And staiver'd ower the hie-road's breidth,

Frae side to side a-swingin';
There cam a blast frae Kelly-law,

As bald a blast as ever
Auld snivelin' Boreas blew abraid,

To make the warld shiver ;
It liftet Tammy aff his feet,

Mair easy than a shavin',
And hurld him half-a-mile complete,

Hie up 'tween earth and heaven.
That day puir Tammy had wi' stanes

No ballasted his body,
So that be flew, maist like a shot,

Ower corn-land and ower cloddy.
You've seen ane tumbler on a stage,

Tumble sax times and mair,
But Tammy weil sax hundred times

Gaed tumblin' through the air.
And whan the whirly-wind gave ower, sed!*

He frae the lift fell plumb, And in a blink stood stickin' fast

In Gaffer Glowr-weel's lum. Ay—there his legs and body stack

Amang the smotherin' soot,
But, by a wonderfa' good luck,

His head kept peepin' out.
But Gaffer Glowr-weel, when he saw

A man stuck in his lum,
He swarf'd wi' drither clean awa,

And sat some seconds damb.
It took five masons near an hour,

A' riving at the lum
Wi' picks, (he was sae jamm'd therein,)

Ere Tammy out could come.
As for his basket-weel I wat,

His basket's fate and fa'
Was, as I've heard douce neighbours tell,

The queerest thing of a'.
The blast took up the body's creel,

And laid it on a cloud,
That bare it, sailin' through the sky,

Richt ower the Firth's braid flood;
And whan the cloud did melt awa,

Then, then the creel cam' down,
And fell’d the town-clerk o' Dunbar

E'en in his ain guid town;
The clerk stood yelpin' on the street,

At some bit strife that stirr'd him,
Down cam' the creel, and to the yird
It dang him wi' a dirdom !

THE EPITAPH FOR TAMMY.
O Earth! O Earth! if thou hast but

A rabbit-hole to spair,
O grant the graff to Tammy's corp,

That it may nestle thair :
And press thou light on him, now dead,

That was sae slim and wee,
For weel I wat, when he was quick,
He lightly prest on thee!

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LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

posed to be published in Edinburgh, devoted to legal topics, and are pearing every two months. The condurtors are of approved talent,

and it seems to have the good wishes of every eminent member of PORTRAIT OF THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.-Numerous enquiries

the College of Justice. having been made regarding Mr Watson Gordon's portrait of the

LITERATURE IN HADDINUTON.-We have received from Hadding Ettrick Shepherd, now engraving for the Literary Journal, we take

ton the first Number of the East-Lothian Literary and Statistical this opportunity of informing our readers, that as much care is re

Journal, dedicated, by permission, to the Right Honourable Lord quired in its execution, and as we are anxious that all justice should

Elcho. It contains a due mixture of prose and verse, and though be done to it, anticipating the interest which it will possess when finished, three or four weeks will yet elapse before it will be ready certainly not a brilliant, appears to be a respectable, publication.

CHIT-CHAT PROm London.--There is little else talked of in Lo for delivery. Our subscribers will receive a copy gratis, and a copy

don among literary men, but “ Libraries Libraries." Artists, RO will also be given to every purchaser of the Number with which it

mancers, Historians, Players, Poets, and Prophets, are all purchased apnears. As soon as it is ready, due intimation will be given both in the Journal, and by advertisements in the newspapers.

up to contribute their article, or their volume, for Murray, for Lars

ner, fo: Colburn, or some other of the sons of enterprise. - Biography BIOGRAPHY.-It has occurred to the conductors of the Edinburgh

is the order of the day:--the unhappy painters, the iniserable seuis. Literary Journal, that an occasional brief sketch of the lives of emi. nent men, of all ages and countries, would form an agreeable feature attacked by a hundred pens, an i nothing is heard but of chiaroscate

tors, and the cutters of stone, called by courtesy architects, are now in this work. Anecdotes, indicative of the leading peculiarities of their characters, and such events as had a material influence in developing – Mr Campbell, the poet, is ruralising at Ashford, in the neighbours

the great masters, the grand style, and the classic creatious of Greece. them, chronologically arranged-followed, in the case of literary

hood of Staines, where he is busily preparing the Life of Sir Thomas men, by a brief summary of their principles and most prominent

Lawrence. It is said that the King will go to Brighton immediately merits, cannot fail to be read with satisfaction, if executed with any

on the dissolution of Parliament, and that he contemplates a short degree of judgment. A series of biographical sketches upon this

cruise early in August. There is no truth in the reports that he will principle will be commenced in an early Number of the Journal. It

be crowned and visit Scotland this year.—The Earl of Errol, who has is meant to comprehend philosophers, poets, artists, statesmen, and

kissed hands as Master of Horse to the Queen, possesses also the he striking characters, who cannot well be assigned to any class. No

reditary rank of Lord High Constable of Scotland, and as the Six systematic or chronological arrangement will be observed, yet it is

Feet Club of Edinburgh are his body guard, it is likely that they expected that the unity of principle which directs their execution

would be called into active requisition in the event of a Royal visil will cause them mutually to bear upon and illustrate each other.

to that city. The Sligo Observer still insists that Campbell is not the They claim no other merit than that of being the fruit of careful and

author of the “ Exile of Erin :" but it is to be hoped that Mr Camp pretty exten-ive research. Stories of American Life, by Ainerican Writers, in three volumes, joint-stock company is now formed, with the somewhat ominous ap

bell will write no more letters to the newspapers on the subjectedited by Mary Russell Mitford, is announced. A Narrative of Travels in Abyssinia. by Nathaniel Pearce, with a

pellation of a " General Cemetery Company," for laying out a na Life, written by himself, is in the press.

tional burying-ground in the neighbourhood of London. Mr Boaden, author of the Life of Kemble, is preparing for public

Theatrical Gossip.-There is pothing new doing at the Opera cation Memoirs of the late Mrs Jordan ; a task, under existing cir.

Malibran, Lalande, Blasis, Curioni, Donzelli, and Lablache, continue

the principal attractions in the musical department; and the bulle cumstances, of great delicacy and difficulty. The work is to em

has lost the powerful aid of Taglioni, who has gone back to Paris.brace a public and private history of the life of that celebrated act

The French Company have now closed their season with Laporte ress, from her first appearance upon the Irish stage, until her la

benefit, which took place on Monday last.-Hummel and his family inented and premature death at St Cloud, together with anecdotes

have left London for Germany.--At a recent meeting of the propria of all the eminent individuals and distinguished personages, with

tors of Drury Lane Theatre, it appeared that Price, the late lessee, whom, during her life, she associated.

had failed in the payment of his rent to the extent of L, 1800, and Lord Byron's “ Cain," with Notes, vindicatory and illustrative,

that the deficiency in the income of the Theatre amounted, during by Harding Grant, author of " Chancery Practice,” is announced.

the last year, to L.3937. The Theatre is now let to Alexander Lee Mr Burchell, the well-known African traveller, has returned to

at a rent of L.9000 per annum-a fair rent, but at the saine time England, after an absence of nearly six years, employed in exploring high enough to render the speculation a doubtful one. -Pasla is at the inland provinces of Brazil. His zoological and botanical collec

Warsaw; Sontag is going to St Petersburg and Beriio.-A new fotions are said to be immense.

reign vocalist, named Schoulz, of Swedish birth, is spoken of with Messrs W. and E. Finden are making rapid progress with their

enthusiasm. She has excited a great sensation at Stockholm and Landscape Illustrations to Lord Byron': Life and Works, which pro- Copenhagen, and is now singing at Christiana. – The English Opera mises to be a publication of nuch interest.

House with Phillips and Miss Kelly, and the Haymarket with Far. A Memoir of the Life, Writings, and Correspondence of James

ren, Reeve, Mrs Humby, and others, continue to draw pretty good Currie, M.D., edited by his son William Wallace Currie, is in the

houses. Sinclair has been playing Masaniello at Liverpool wih press.

great success.-Fanny Kernble is now in Dublin, hut refused to Among the novelties immediately forthcoming, is a work of the play on the alternate nights with Miss Paton, not wishing to come lighter class, by the Author of Brambl tye House, under the desig- in contact with a lady who has "loved not wisely, but ioo well." nation of the Midsummer Medley for 1830.

-A London paper, alluding to the Caledonian Theatre, and also A Physiological History of Man, tracing his gradual progress to Mr Cummins's recent secession from his post as leader of the orthrough the various stages of animal existence, from his first exist.

chestra, says—"The Edinburgh minor theatre has the best ora's ence to the destruction of his body, by H. W. Dewhurst, Esq., will chestra in the kingdom, but the bass has kicked out the first fiddle." appear immediately.

- In reply to some questions which have been put to us as to the proDignities, Feudal and Parliamentary -the Nature and Functions bability of a new theatre being built in Edinburgh, we can state poof the Aula Regis or High Court of the larons, of the Magna Con- sitively that no such design is in contemplation at present, and the cilia, and of the Coinnune Concilium Regni, &c., by Sir William expense would be so great that it is not likely soon to take place. Betham, Ulster King of Arms, is announced.

Besides, we know that the present less ee of the patent, Mr Murray, A Narrative of a journey overland to India, by Mrs Colonel El is ot opiniou that the old theatre, with a few alterations which he me wood, will appear immediately. All the overland journeys hitherto tends in.king on it, is quite large enough. In this opinion we are published have been homeward from India.

disposed to agree, and only wish that its front elevation could be a Captain James Edward Alexander's Travels to the Seat of War in little improved. Its situation is unquestionably the best which could the Eust, through Russia and th: Crimea, in 1829, are in a forward be goi in Edinburgh. The manager is now actively engaged in his state. They are to consist of two volumes, with a map, and various preparations for next winter. other illustrations.

A work entitled the Domestic Thenlogical Library, is announced to be published in the course of next sea-on. It is to be dedicated,

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. by permission, to the Bishop of London, and to comprise a series of We are obliged by the attention of the Editor of the Birmingham original Treatises upon Religious Knowledge and Eclesiastical His Argus; but the poem alluded to by “ R. S. M." has not reacheli ux, tory and Biography, by some of the most eminent Divines of the which we regret.-The communications of " A Conntry Render” are Church of England, under the superintendence of the Editor. under consideration. The hints of " A Glasgow Mechanic" will not

A new edition of the Bible is about to be published, with illustra. be overlooked. tions by Martin, and wider the immediate patronage of his most We were glad to hear from the Author of " May Flowers." gracious Majesty the King. This work will afford good scope for communications will appear at an early opport'inity. The jwem, by the exercise of Mr Martin's imaginative powers.

William Mayne, hall lave a place, if possible, in our next. The Le Keepsake Français, embellished with engravings, is an “ Right Loyal Song" is in types. We are afraid we cannot find roun pounced.

for the poems entitled " A Summer Evening," " The Minstret We learn that the Unirersity Commission have finished their Re Boy,” and “stanzas" by " W.F." port; but it is not to be submitted to Parliament this Sesion.

We are not so easily housed as “ Meg Merrilees" seems to imaNew PERIODICAL:—We understand that a new periodical is pro

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loch, and shoot when the moor lies in his way, and the SUMMER THOUGHTS AND RAMBLES.

birds rise gloriously on the wing, as if they deserved to By Henry G. Bell.

be shot. But never let him pretend to be a votary of naTo sit on rocks.-BYRON.

ture in all her moods and aspects, and yet go forth into

her presence with a mind intent only upon a pocket-book Oh, blest retirement !-GOLDSMITH.

of fly-hooks, gut, and casting-lines, or an imagination Ay! these were days, when life had wings, And flew-Oh ! flew so wild a height,

filled with detonating caps, hair-triggers, percussion locks," That, like the lark, which sun.ward springs,

pointers, and double barrels. No one loves angling more 'Twas giddy with too much light.-MOORE.

than we do,-no one can carry a gun or follow a dog Very few people know what to do with themselves more unweariedly; but it will not do to maintain that when they go into the country. They see a great quan- there is much poetry in either pursuit, or, at least, that tity of blue sky, and several large hills, and a good num- poetical associations and reveries can ever be indulged in ber of trees, and some fields of grass, and some of corn ; during the hour of excitement, when a fish of three pound and now and then the odour of a bean-field, or a bed of weight seems worth a king's ransom, and a blackcoek wild violets, takes their olfactory nerves by surprise, and more valuable than a dozen birds of paradise, or a score

They snuff it up pleasantly enough, and pass on with their of the golden kinhis of China. We cannot serve two i I hands in their pockets. Birds, too-curious little specks, masters. We cannot adore the mountains, and at the

far up in the sunlight, or unseen in the woods—pour same time allow the line to flow easily from our reel; we forth the countless songs of their merry hearts, as if they cannot venerate the clouds, casting their majestic shadows enjoyed a polite happiness in seeing such respectable mem over valley and town, and at the same time pop away with bers of society sauntering through the green lanes; and No. 6, to the satisfaction of our gamekeeper, and the apthe respectable members of society, hearing the birds, are probation of our own conscience. Having once established rather pleased as otherwise, and, after saying nothing, go this rule, we may then talk of scenery in any cursory, home to dinner, and take an additional tumbler, and play hop-step-and-leap manner we please, and there is a chance backgammon, and go to bed, and sleep very soundly be that we will now and then say something worth listerside the amiable and rather corpulent mother of their ing to, for when the mood is on us, we will feel the beauty large and promising family. Next morning, their wife of the subject. makes excellent tea, and gives them plenty of rolls and We have seen all the waterfalls in Scotland, and we buttered toast, and then they go into the garden and eat never saw, a waterfall that in the slightest degree came gooseberries, and pluck a full-blown rose, and look at the up to our expectation of what a waterfall ought to be. bee-hives, and wonder if the apples are as sour as they The falls of the Clyde, the fall of Foyers, the falls of the Were yesterday, and sit down in the arbour and become Devon, the Highland falls, innumerable as they are, we gradually somnolent, and are greatly tormented by a per- have looked at with comparatively little emotion. If you sepering blue-bottle that buzzes close about their ear, and go very near, the noise is rather deafening, though not in ocasionally settles upon the tip of their nose ; and they the least stunning ; and there is a considerable quantity at length become indignant, and start up, and depart they of foam-a good deal more than you have ever seen in a know not whither.

washing tub--but on the whole the effect is paltry. The This is the common mode of enjoying the country, and, cascade, or whatever it may be termed, is probably a very no doubt, a very excellent one ; yet does it hardly suit good feature in the landscape ; but it is only a feature. our taste. In the first place, it seems to us that no one Yet never did we confess that we were disappointed to can be happy in the country, as a Christian and a gentle any benevolent individual, wbo took us to see a waterfall : : man ought to be, who fixes bis head-quarters anywhere we admired because he admired ; and if he lived in the within twenty miles of a place where there is an esta- neighbourhood, he always gave us a bottle of wine addi. blished concourse of summer visitors; a watering-place, tional after dinner for having admired so well. There for instance, or any such hideous abomination. A mineral are probably some good falls in Germany: but the falls Well

, with its sulphureous rottenness of taste, and crowd of which we dream are the Falls of Niagara, that fling of serofulous decrepitudes assembled in the pump-room, their whole soul over the abyss, and send the thunder of is a

a sigbt sufficient to throw the Goddess of Romance into their voice up to the stars,-falls, which even the dull ear hysterics, startling her more than ever the daughter of of man can hear for fifty miles, and under whose arehed Ceres was startled at the violence of Pluto. A true lover cataract an army might stand and gaze. If there were of nature ought to have no head-quarters. He ought to falls in the Clyde below Glasgow instead of twenty miles namble up and down like the birds of passage, -now above it, they might be respectable. A mighty fall of the breathing inspiration on the mountain's peak, and now Forth, any where between Edinburgh and Queensferry, following in his skiff " the golden path of rays" that would be imposing. But we have no such sights in old glance and flicker on the bosom of the lake : at one time, Europe: they are all on a reduced, minor-theatre, halfalone and far away in the blood-stained solitudes of Glen- pny sort of scale. All the Scottish rivers put together chem at another, tracking the red-deer through the forest would hardly form a decent tributary to the Mississippi ; of Martindale down to the wooded banks of Ullswater. and all the Scottish cascades made into one, would but reLet no man go to the country

expressly to fish or shoot : semble the little dog who barked at the moon, if set down let him fish when he comes to a splendid stream or living beside Niagara.

Our lakes and mountains are better than our water. dow of a rod, or curled under the grey wing of a goldenfalls. Have you ever ridden up the Pass of Leney, wind- | bodied fly. Behold! already has the respected father of ing round the foot of Ben Ledi, and suddenly emerging a family risen to the bob, and, at the same moment, his on Loch Lubnaig? · Have you ever crossed Bochastle wife dangles gently on the tail-fy: give them line, though Heath ? Have you ever rambled through Glenfinlas? they run to the opposite shore; then gently remind them Have you been at the top of Benvenue and Benan ? Have of their captivity, and bring them back in their alderyou ever sailed on Loch Ard, or visited the island that manic rotundity of form to the groaning basket, which sheltered the childhood of Mary Queen of Scots in the they nearly fill. Or, know you not the Bracklin Bridge, lovely lake of Monteith ? Have you ever walked on your with its pools and eddies, where the bearded aristocracy own legs through the Trosachs ? If you had friends of the water lie under the overhanging rocks, munching with you, we trust you hastened on before them. They minnows as they swim past, or swallowing all sorts of would expect you, at every step, to be full of exchamations heckle with indiscriminate epicurism ? Perhaps you preand small bits of praise, which are nothing less than pure fer the broader and the gentler Teith, as it winds by the blasphemy when uttered in the visible presence of the su- shooting seat of Lord Gwydyr, down by Cambusmore blimities of nature. A solitude, wild and glorious like and the dark green woods of Sir Evan M Gregor Murthis, is the audience-chamber of Omnipotence,—shall the ray. Are you fond of perch and pike? Then cross the creature man dare to enter it irreverently? If among your bridge, and over the bill, and down upon Loch Rhuiskay, party there be one young and lovely being, with, perchance, (Heaven only knows whether we have spelt the word right) the accents of the south upon her silver tongue, but a heart and if your float does not sink a thousand times oftener tremblingly alive to the beautiful and the grand, fragile and than it floats, drown yourself incontinentły, for the gods delicate of form, but vigorous in the inspiration of the never intended you for an angler. It may be that your mountain breezes, and full of the romance of the land, with spirit longs for a day upon the moors; and where will a smile, not of gaiety, but of deep enjoyment, on her rosy you see moors like these, alive with grouse and populous lip, and a flush of thought upon her cheek, and a crowd with game? A tailor would find himself a sportsman of feelings in her eye,- if such a being has aided and instinctively, and the veriest mongrel of a turnspit would abetted in supplying you with fifteen cups of tea at be spontaneously converted into a setter. Pistols with breakfast, take her with you. The Trosachs will look rusty locks would do more execution than Somerville's their loveliest when her arm is linked in thine, and when guns elsewhere; and the mammas, sisters, and grandmamyour very breath is held that you may catch the soft mur mas, of young consumptive gentlemen, be rapt into pleamurings of her voice. But not a word of love. Make sing awe and admiration at the altogether-unexpected love to a lady in her drawingroom, or in her bower, – receipt of several brace of blackcock. by the banks of a canal, or in the gravel-walk that bi Are you a poet, addicted to sensibility and fine emosects her garden,-make love to her at the theatre, at the tions, considerably in love, a great admirer of Maturin's concert, at the ball, on a wet day, or in a long evening, “ Women, or Pour et Contre," a reader of “ Childe Hamake love to her at a pic-nic party, or in a steam-boat, rold” and “ Don Juan,”-then climb to the top of Ben when she is sea-sick and sentimental, or when she is in Ledi, Aing yourself down on the summit, look at the excellent spirits and exceedingly hungry, make love to scenery, and take a large dram of smuggled whisky. her at all rational times and places, but do not sail under Or wilt thou wander to Loch Venachar? We pray thee go false colours with her, nor distract her with the words, alone, for the calm sweet beauty of the scene ill saits the when she is gazing on the works, of love.

boisterous mirth of the common place and the uninspired. In this out-of-town season of the year, when bilious Go alone, or, as we have said already, with only one shopkeepers and editors of Whig newspapers frequent gentle spirit for thy minister. That summer day dedi:? Pitcaithly,--when small writers with large families line cated in its quiet tranquillity to pature and the heart's the shores of Fife,--wben imprudent advocates bathe at affections, will mind thee of thy boyhood: The passing Portobello for fifteen guineas a-month, when young butterfly or humming bee, heard though not seen, muy ladies read novels under cherry trees, and young gentle touch a chord, whose every vibration will be a recollec' men perfect themselves in trout-fishing, or eagerly anti tion of the past-pleasant, but sad. There is no loss of cipate the glories of the Twelfth,—when, in short, the time in giving a day to dreams like those which, like entire population of an industrious country affect idle light clouds across a blue sky, pass over the soul, and cast ness, green hills, and fresh air,-inost astonishing is it a mellowing shade as they pass. But it is not goo! to be to the author of these lucubrations that so few of the in- long melancholy, especially when a jigot of such mutton. habitants of Edinburgh step into the Stirling steam-boat, as is rarely seen in these degenerate days, has been already and having arrived at that town, after a pleasant sail of roasted for thee by thy best of landladies, Mrs M·Intyre, foar hours and a half, proceed, by the coach they will and the hour is already past when you told her you find waiting for them, to the romantic village of Callan would return to dinner. der, where they may establish their head-quarters, for It may be that summer smiling on a thousand hills, some of the summer weeks, as comfortably as in any it may be that the garniture of wood and vale, che glitcorner of Christendom.

tering of the stream, the balm of the breeze, the rejoicing Callander is not exactly in the Highlands, nor exactly voices that trill their merry melodies at niglit and morn, in the Lowlands: it stands on the confines of both. Walk -have lost half their power to charm. It may be that for half an hour towards the south, and you come down life has seated itself like an incubus upon the buoyaut upon rich champaign country, extending with gentle un heart of youth, and that one by one the gems have drop dulations even to the Clyde; walk for half an hour to ped from the mantle we wore in childhood ;- it may be the north, and you are buried amongst Highland moun that poetry is dead within us, and that the nobler im tains, and wild heathery glens, where not a moving thing pulses of soul and sense have fallen into a lethargy, from is to be seen, except perchance, here and there, a small which they are ne'er again to be roused ; it may be chat I black cow or solitary sheep. Go to the west, and a walk the sunny bay is behind, and only the dark and troublous or ride of ten miles brings you to the Trosachs and Loch ocean before ;-it may be, in short, that we are unhappy, Ketturin : turn your step towards the enst, and Doune, snarling, professional gentlemen, with wives and families with its old baronial castle, or Stirling, full of the memo stomach complaints, particularly bad tempers, too small ries of elder days, will meet you stailingly. Then, if you incomes, and all the other devilries that flesh is heir to : wish for fishing, there are no trouts in Scotland like the And if such be the case, hie thee to some such place as trouts of Loch Lubnaig. All you have to do is to walk Callander, and cultivate rural enjoyment. The beauties up the pass of Leney, (it is a walk of an hour,) and of the surrounding scenery will remind you of the sumthen you come to as fair a loch as ever reflected the sha. mers of long-lost years, will enable you to add one more

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