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The earlier frosts had long begun

Their work on ev'ry tenderer tree,
And nearly banished, one by one,

Blythe summer's tints of greenery ;

For every bough's extremity
Turned slowly to an alien hue;

The ashes faded to a yellow,

The limes became all sickly sallow,
And tawney-red the hawthorns grew.
The beeches' gloss fled fast away,

And left them brown as iron ore;
And e'en the old oak's outer spray,

Marks of this nightly searing bore;

And yester eve, the frequent shower
Shrouded the moon in wat’ry gloom,

And drench'd the branches drooping low;

And now, a more relentless foe!
Hoarse wind of Autumn thou art come!
By the loud uproar of the din,

Pour'd thro' yon swaying avenue ;
Whose arching elms, to one within,

Appear some huge cathedral view;
And by those flickering leaves that strew
The late uncumber'd tracks of deer-

And by that tossing pine, which fast

Stoops like some drifting shallop's mast,
Hoarse wind of Autumn thou art here!
See how the deer are crowding round

Yon group of patriarchal oaks,
Whose wide extended limbs rebound

Against the blast's assiduous strokes:

The dappled herd, with anxious looks,
And heads all earthward bending move,

To pry where auburn acorns rest
New shaken from their cups above,

And glean a rich autumnal feast.
Aye, wind of autumn, wild and rude

Thou com'st to rend, with ruthless hand,
The sickening foliage of the wood;

For all that spring, with nurture bland,

Of mild and tepid breezes fann'd
And fed with balmy dew and shower ;

And all that summer's sunny sky

Disclosed in rich maturity,
Must sink before thy wasting power.
Thy hands are busy, noisy blast,

In stripping each discolor'd tree,
Of shoals of leaves which flutter past

Their ruin this, but sport to thee.

And though thy violence we see,
Now tearing down a load, and now,

But what would fill an infant's hand;

Yet ere thou goest, each tree shall stand
With trunk unveil'd, and leafless bough.

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Yet no--the oak and beech shall still

Hold to the south some garland sere,
Nor lose these hard-kept honours till

The winter-wind, thy wild com peer,

Roar still more loudly in the ear.
And see, the holly stands secure,

It scorns you both, defies your bluster,

Nor loses leaf, nor coral cluster,
Unless for christmas garniture.
Like leaves from some deciduous tree,

Since youthful fancies fall away,
Oh, may I like yon holly be,

And gain those stabler tastes, which stay!

Nor, as life's seasons change, decay !
May I accomplishments possess,

To make me like the holly bower-
Retain a cheering leafiness,
Yea, even in age's wintry hour.





High o'er the drama's visionary scene
The goddess Fancy rules-its fairy queen:
She o'er its new created worlds presides,
And all the movements of its magic guides.
Our hearts, bewitch'd, submissive own her sway-
Beat as she prompts, and, as she wills, obey.

Call’d by her power, and by her influence led,
The stage, new peopled, swarms with mighty dead ;
The great of old a charnel revel keep,
And Kings and Cæsars issue from their sleep;
Her boundless flights no limits can restrain,
And time resists, and space obstructs, in vain ;
She, mighty mistress, each defect supplies,
And grants us all that sterner Truth denies.

then, the votaries of her scenic power,
We stoop to linger in her favourite bower ;
Since early moved, and, hearkening to her call,
We worship Fancy in her fairy hall;
Respect the power whose ministers we stand,
And pay the tribute of th' applauding hand;
Be Reason's cool control awhile resign'd,
And give to Fancy's day-dreams all the mind.

And thou, bright power, in whose exhaustless mine
The many-colour'd gerns of genius shine ;
At whose command new light-form'd Ariels rise,
And new Titanias greet the wondering eyes ;
Be present while we thus thy rites display,
And light us with thy rain-bow beaming ray:
So shall our work reveal the hand divine,
And prove us worthy offerers at thy shrine.



We can assure Mr Gilbert Modiwart of Dunmailing, that he is quite mise taken in supposing that any legal interdict has been fulminated against the Ayrshire Legatees. The suspension last month of the Pringle correspondence was altogether owing to the absence of Mr M‘Gruel, who was called to the island of Arran, to attend Mrs Fukite, a rich Glasgow manufacturer's wife, who was residing at Lamlash, for the benefit of sea.

bathing, having been for some time before liable to eat more, as she said herself, than did her good. By the aid of a regimen, which he prescribed, she greatly improved in her health, without impairing her corpulency, which we mention to his professional credit. For a lean Glasgow lady would be a phenomenon totally unaccountable, considering the manner of living encouraged in that opulent city. Our readers will be pleased to hear, that Mr M‘Gruel, in his letter, explaining the cause of the interruption which had taken place in his communications, mentions, that he spent the time of his visit to Arran in a most agreeable manner, the Miss Fukites being highly accomplished young ladies, particularly Miss Meg, the second daughter, who wallops the Highland fling with a tru mountain grace, and can actually play reels on the pianoforte with very little of that peculiarity which may be called the Glasgow musical accent, and which we have heard, scandalously, it is true, described as the dead rattle in the throat of a murdered strathspey.

We are much at a loss to understand what Şenex means, and we beg he would be more explicit. It is impossible that we can judge of our correspondents otherwise than by the temper and style in which they address us. We should certainly never have imagined, that the author of the letter from Greenock, signed James Thegite, attempted to impose upon us, for it was written in a calm dispassionate gentlemanly manner; and had all the marks of the most respectable authenticity. --Senex, we are inclined to think, is himself under the influence of some delusion, or rather we suspect he has tried to play off a shallow trick on us, for his letter bears the Port-Glasgow postmark, and is evidently written in a most confounded passion, though he affects to be all gentleness and candour.

What Themistocles of Paisley says, concerning the beautiful gardens and polar monster in the menagerie of Mr John Love, may be all perfectly true, but, as the Pringle family do not appear to have visited that town, we see not how we could introduce the subject, unless Mr M'Gruel should have occasion to take a jaunt that length. We must, however, be permitted to observe, that the signature Themistocles is so indicatory of that radical spirit which has been rather too strongly manifested in and about Paisley, that we wish our correspondent would assume some other namé.

Dr Rowet of Ayr, has fallen into the greatest mistake possible, in thinking it necessary to contradict to us the report that he had been left a legacy by Colonel Armour. For his sake, we wish it had been the case, especially as we have been informed by our regular correspondent in Ayr, that his practice has greatly fallen off since he committed that unfortunate and fatal error, attended with such dreadful consequences to the late Provost Haddock,

Once for all, we beg to tell our Irvine friend, that we will not be plagued with him. He may think what he pleases, and say what he chooses, but the Pringle correspondence speaks for itself. As for A. B. of Glasgow, he is below contempt. The poor man may go dancing mad between the Cross and the Blackbull inn; but, all the noise that he can make, will only help to augment the interest we have excited. We can easily believe, that he has touched neither turtle soup, nor lime punch, this season. He, we are confident, does not move in the urbane sphere of the great West Indians. But more of him anon.

It is with sincere pain, that we find the writers in a paltry publication, which is hardly known beyond the limits of Cockaigne, are in the greatest consternation and alarm, lest we should fall upon them. We VOL. VIII.

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beg to assure them, we have no such intention; and, if they will only have the condescension to send us their names,--for celebrated as they are among themselves, they are quite unknown here--we shall take care not to admit into our pages any thing that might tend to lessen their insignificance.

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Or, the Correspondence of the Pringle Family.

No. VI. As the spring advanced, the beauty of the country around Garnock was gradually unfolded; the blossom was unclosed, while the church was embraced within the foliage of more umbrageous boughs. The schoolboys from the adjacent villages were, on the Saturday afternoon, frequently seen angling along the banks of the Lugton, which ran clearer beneath the church-yard wall, and the hedge of the minister's glebe; and the evenings were so much lengthened, that the occasional visitors at the manse could prolong their walk after tea.These, however, were less numerous than when the family were at home, but still Mr Snodgrass, when the weather was fine, had no reason to deplore the loneliness of his bachelor's court.

It hap ned one fair and sunny afternoon, Miss Mally Glencairn, and Miss Isabella Todd, came to the manse. Mrs Glibbans and her daughter Becky were the same day paying their first ceremonious visit, as the matron called it, to Mr and Mrs Craig, with whom the whole party were invited to take tea, and for lack of more amusing chit-chat, the Reverend young gentleman read to them the last letter which he had received from Mr Andrew Pringle. It was conjured naturally enough out of his pocket, by an observation of Miss Mally's. “Nothing surprises me,” said that amiable maiden lady, “so much as the health and good humour of the commonality. It is a joyous refutation of the opinion, that the comfort and happiness of this life depends on the wealth of worldly possessions.” “It is so," replied Mr Snodgrass, " and I do often wonder, when I see the blithe and hearty children of the cottars frolicking in the abundance of health and hilarity, where the means come from to enable their poor industrious parents to supply their wants.”

“ How can you wonder at ony sick things, Mr Snodgrass, do they not come from on High,” said Mrs Glibbans, “ whence cometh every good and perfect gift. Is there not the flowers of the field, which neither card nor spin, and yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”

“ I was not speaking in a spiritual sense,” interrupted the other, “ but merely made the remark, as introductory to a letter, which I have received from Mr Andrew Pringle, respecting some of the ways of living in London.” Mrs Craig, who had been so recently translated from the kitchen to the parlour, pricked up her ears at this, not doubting, that the letter would contain something very grand and wonderful, and exclaimed, “gude safe's let's hear't-I am unco fond to ken about London, and the King and the Queen ; but I believe they are baith dead noo.”

Miss Becky Glibbans gave a satirical keckle at this, and shewed her superior learning, by explaining to Mrs Craig the unbroken nature of the kingly office. Mr Snodgrass then

read as follows:


that exists in this wilderness of manYou are not aware of the task you kind, to seek refuge in society withimpose, when you request me to send out being over fastidious with reyou some account of the general way spect to the intellectual qualifications of living in London. Unless you come of your occasional associates. here, and actually experience yourself mote desart, the solitary traveller is what I would call the London ache, subject to apprehensions of danger, it is impossible to supply you with but still he is the most important any adequate idea of the necessity thing “ within the circle of that lonely

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waste;" and the sense of his own dig- three o'clock where they are to dine, nity enables him to sustain the shock they cannot tell you; but about the of considerable hazard with spirit and wonted dinner hour, batches of these fortitude. But, in London, the feel- forlorn bachelors find themselves diuring of self-importance is totally lost nally congregated, as if by instinct, and suppressed in the bosom of a stran around a cozy table in some snug cofger. A painful conviction of insignifi- feehouse, where, after inspecting the cance of nothingness, I may say, is contents of the bill of fare, they dissunk upon his heart, and murmured cuss the news of the day, reserving in his ear by the million, who divide the scandal, by way of desert, for their with him that consequence which he wine. Day after day their respective unconsciously before supposed he pos- political opinions give rise to keen ensessed in a general estimate of the counters, but without producing the world. While elbowing my way slightest shade of change in any of through the unknown multitude, that their old ingrained and particular senflows between Charing Cross and the timents. Royal Exchange, this mortifying sense Some of their haunts, I mean those of my own insignificance has often frequented by the elderly race, are come upon me with the energy of shabby enough in their appearance a pang, and I have thought, that after and circumstances, except perhaps in all we can say of any man, the effect the quality of the wine. Every thing of the greatest influence of an indivi- in them is regulated by an ancient dual on society at large, is but as that and precise economy, and you perof a pebble thrown into the sea. Ma- ceive, at the first glance, that all is thematically speaking, the undula- calculated on the principle of the tions which the pebble causes, conti- house giving as much for the money nue until the whole mass of the ocean as it can possibly afford, without in has been disturbed to the bottom of fringing those little etiquettes which its most secret depths and farthest persons of gentlemanly habits regard shores; and perhaps, with equal truth as essentials. At half price the junior it may be affirmed, that the senti- members of these unorganized or naments of the man of genius are also tural clubs retire to the theatres, while infinitely, propagated; but how soon the elder brethren mind their potathe physical impression of the one is tions till it is time to go home. This lost to every sensible perception, and seems a very comfortless way of life, the moral impulse of the other swallow. but I have no doubt it is the preferred ed up from all practical effect. result of a long experience of the

But though London, in the general, world, and that the parties, upon the may be justly compared to the vast whole, find it superior, according to and restless ocean, or to any other their early formed habits of dissipathing that is either sublime, incom- tion and gayety, to the sedate but not prehensible, or affecting, it loses all its more regular course of a domestic influence over the solemn associations circle. of the mind when it is examined in The chief pleasure, however, of its details. For example, living on living on the town, consists in accithe town, as it is slangishly called, dentally falling in with persons whom the most friendless and isolated con it might be otherwise difficult to meet dition possible is yet fraught with in private life. I have several times an amazing diversity of enjoyment. enjoyed this. The other day I fell in

Thousands of gentlemen, who have with an old gentleman, evidently a survived the relish of active fashion man of some consequence, for he came able pursuits, pass their life in that to the coffee-house in his own care state without tasting the delight of riage. It happened that we were the one new sensation. They rise in the only guests, and he proposed that we morning merely because Nature will should therefore dine together. In not allow them to remain longer in the course of conversation it came out, bed. They begin the day without that he had been familiarly acquainted motive or purpose, and close it after with Garrick, and had frequented the having performed the same unvaried literary club in the days of Johnson round as the most thorough-bred do- and Goldsmith. In his youth, I conmestic animal that ever dwelt in manse ceive, he must have been an amusing ör manor-house. If you ask them at companion ; for his fancy was exceed

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