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beth of Kenilworth, but the dust and that that was impossible, for in truth ashes of what she once was, and we could make nothing of it. We dying, as was thought, of a broken then thought that we might at least heart; and that, with regard to sa- have been able to say why it was tire, I will be quiet, if they'll let me called the Croisade ; but here, too, alone; if not, when a little older, we found ourselves at a loss, and and more ill-natured, they who mís- could not well say whether it is a behave may have cause to wish me poem about Palestine or Scotlandin heaven!"
about the battles in which Godfrey By this time, many of our readers and Roland fought, or those which will readily adopt our conclusion, not, have immortalized the names of that Mr Gower is a wag, but that he Wallace and of Græme. ought to have instant recourse to an We next imagined, that however antiphlogistic regimen. His lucu- unable we might be to follow the brations in prose and verse bavour thread of the story, we should at strongly of the delirious reveries of an least be able to find some stanzas, English opium-eater. If Mr Gower which we might point out as either is not one of the English masticators happy or wretched in their execuof that pernicious drug, it follows, tion. But here again we were at a we think, to demonstration, that the stand ; for the whole seemed to our stupifying effects of intoxication are eyes
like Chaos or Erebus. At last not at all requisite to set him into we discovered, that, in imitation of fits of raving. Persons affected like our great minstrel, the poem has S. Gower, Esq., are in this country a body of irregular and lyric-lookgenerally known by the appellation ing verse, each member of which is of-Daft Poets.
prefaced by something relating to We have still in our lumber-room Scottish or West Indian scenery, many printed reams of poetry, of some or some other subject on which we what queerish appearance, though thought we could repose with some still uncut, unread, and unthumbed. prospect of delight, and we also We shall devote an oocasional hour, found out, that one of those producsnatched from more important la- tions is descriptive of the scenery bours, to examine these ; and we will, betwixt Soultra and Edinburgh. in all probability, soon find an op- This we thought would do; but portunity of presenting the world when we attempted to fix in our with a few more choice samples of minds how we should characterize POETRY DEVOTED TO POSTERITY." this description, we were as much
puzzled as by any of the preceding
matter; so we determined to trust THE CROISADE ; OR, THE PALMER's to the judgment of our readers them.
selves; and as this is an age in BY CHARLES KERR, ESQ.
which the public taste is exercised
by all kinds and qualities of verse, Our first thought, on entering up we had no doubt but we might just on the perusal of this poem, was to quote the greater part of this descriphave given some account of the wan tion, and leave it to our readers to derings or exploits of the pilgrim; say, whether the author ought any and in this way, if we could do no longer to pay his devotion to the more, we at least expected to have Muse, or to confine himself to that imitated some critics of greater name, love of nature, or to that admiration of by producing a dry detail of the the genius of other poets, with which story. We soon found, however, we have no doubt that he is gifted.
Northward from Soultra's summit pass thine eye,
Rose this round globe at the divine command,
A METRICAL RO
From east to west, th' indented shores survey ;
Of traitors, who, like thieves at midnight, came;
Starts Borthwick's pile upon me, whose rude tower
Up the proud steep of castled Hawthornden;
Umbrag'd by bowers, where shade on shade reposing,
Power to command, as then, when o'er the land
And lo! Edina's terrac'd heights appear,
Flam'd its swift track ; commanding Victory
Now down the lovely Forth the breeze is curling,
Look how Britannia's o'er the billows towering,
How stately steps she on her glassy ocean !
Death in her touch ;-swift lightnings round her drew;
Say, didst thou e'er, at the soft hour when leans
Call forth those phantoins, by some magic lay,
Feelings, which ages have not yet forgot,
In that calm hour I've set me, when the gleam
Relics--whose bleeding shades yet here convene ;)
Up Rizzio rose, scarf'd in his bloody shroud;
So pale, so wan with suffering, yet so fair,
THE HAWTHORN TREE.
That spread her bare branches to Heaven;
Still scented the breezes of even.
Through the rays of the slow setting sun;
All the fragrance of days that were gone.
Where the flow'rets in loneliness grew;
For the verdure no time could renew.
That had felt the rude winds of the sky;
The tear softly rose in my eye:
Like the memory of long faded years ;
And breathes all their fragrance through tears :
From the branches all leafless and dead;
STANZAS, SUGGESTED BY A FEW LINES OF MOORE'S, ENTITLED
When from the eastern skies it sallies,
That linger darkly o'er the vallies
If thou hast seen the setting sun
Roll through the skies with silent motion ;
the purpling waves of ocean-
If thou hast seen the sea-birds float,
Soft on the heaving billow bounding;
Far on the rocky island sounding-
High o'er the cliffs on dauntless pinion ;
In desolation's waste dominion
And burst the mountain rocks asunder;
Along the trembling shore in thunder-
All softly o'er the ruin beaming;
Close on the world, amid their screaming-
And gaz'd upon the ocean green-
THE WANDEBER'S LAMENT O'ER THE GRAVB OF HIS LOVE.
I HAVE wander'd o'er nations, and mingled with men,
And have roam'd on the turbulent wave;
To the mariner after a storm ;
And I weep o'er her spiritless form !
And too cruel alas ! was her doom ;
And bid Lucy awake from her tomb ?
I shall know who has ruin'd her fame!
And reproach bas made free with her name.
In the grave where she sleeps with disgrace ;
What was due to her honour and race.
And remaining so true and so dear ? -
While I whisper thy name with a tear !
JACOBITE RELICS, NOT PUBLISHED vice. An aged man of superior manIN MR HOGG'S COLLECTION. ners, but dressed in shabby habili
ments, came in contact with me one MR EDITOR, Since the time that the Jacobite licited some eleemosynary relief. I
day, some twelve months ago, and so Relics of Scotland were published, gave him a trifle, and he took his two very extensive collections have leave. A few days after, he came to been sent to me; the one from London, me again, and offered me, for a few and the other from & gentleman in shillings, the volume which I had the North of England, (Mr Bulmer hoped would have been of some serof Adderston). Like all the huge col- vice to you. And besides, he had a lections of Jacobite songs and poems small quarto common-place book, that have fallen into my hands, there half filled with notes, of a similar are many of those in the two volumes hand-writing to that of the relics.mentioned, that are either absolute I purchased the twain, obtained the trash, or quite common-place verses. person's address, and heard no more Nevertheless, there are many of them of him. He directed me to seek him that I have never before seen or heard in Prince's-Square, Ratcliffe Highof; and as they have impressive way; but no such á one could I ever marks of originality about them, I find; and I have great reason to sup, have judged it incumbent on me to pose that he imposed a false name and preserve some of the best of them ip address on me. The common-place your Magazine, as the cnly old stand- book having on one of its fly-leaves, ard National Work, in which such “ ffra : Lynn Trin: Coll. Cantab: relics ought to be registered. Some 16916," which being in the same au, people will perhaps think it would tograph with that of the Relics, and have been as natural, and as consistent the date corresponding with theirs, I with good economy in me, to have think that must have been the writer published them in an Appendix to a of both manuscripts. The book I have new edition of my National Work : alluded to, if you think it would be but such people do not know, in the of the smallest service to you, shall be least, how the world goes. They do forwarded immediately. Here, then, not know that it is an invariable prin- my dear Sir, is the whole, but, I am ciple with my booksellers, never to
sorry to say, very imperfect history publish a second edition of any book; of what, had I had the happiness of and were I to put off till it is time to an earlier knowledge of your Jacobite publish a third edition, there is little lucubrations, should have been at doubt that those genuine relics would your service much sooner. fall out of mind, or be quit lost, in
(Signed) W. B. MARSHALL. handing froin one to another. The present moment only is ours, and an 9, Beaufort-Row, Chelsea." opportunity once lost, it may never
No one can suspect the truth of be in our power to recal,
the above plain unvarnished tale. It That there may be no suspicions of carries that species of conviction along any imposition, I subjoin the letters with it, which leaves no manner of of the two gentlemen who favoured lurking doubt. Mr Bulmer's account me with the collections. Mr W. B. of the manner in which he recovered Marshall, of Beaufort-Row, Chelsea, his, is a great deal more circumstanfirst forwarded me the one collection, tial and fanciful, but in all probathrough the hands of my booksellers.bility not the less true. It came along I wrote to him, acknowledging the with the manuscripts at first. I have receipt of the manuscripts, and re
to ask both these gentlemen's pardon questing him to give me the history for thus publishing their letters. of them as far as he knew. His an. swer was as follows:
" Adderston-House, Sept. 3d, 1821. “The history of the Jacobite
SIB, bagatelles which I had the honour of “ Along with this you will retransinitting to you, is short, and will, ceive a collection of Jacobite songs I fear, be unsatisfactory. It is, how- and poems, which you may make ever, and all things of the same na what use of you please, only taking ture that I possess, fully at your scr care to preserve the originals, and