my watch as long as he lived. He kissed it at the end of this pleasant compliment, and thrust it into the pocket of his small-clothes. You will take me to be a very great sot for saying nothing to all this; and I do not wonder at it. But I confess I was so surprised at this proceeding, that the watch was out of sight before I could resolve on what I was to do; in fine, I let him go with it, and endeavoured to do myself honour from a thing which gave me great mortification; but it will be my fault if I am trapped again.' Thus far the Countess d'Aunoy-the following adventure is my own. In the Peninsular war, I became acquainted with a Spanish colonel, whose regiment was in the same brigade as that to which I belonged, and whenever I chanced to praise his horses, or admire any thing belonging to him, he always said, with a profound reverence,' that it was at my service. Knowing this to be empty compliment on his part, I thought the least I could do, for civility's sake, was to make a similar reply on similar occasions. One day, he observed, in the corner of my room, a new sabre, which I had just received from England, and taking it up, he expressed his admiration in terms that induced me, with infinite politeness, to assure him it was at his service. This was enough; my blade rises, (as the Countess observes,) makes me a profound reverence, and in an instant both blades disappeared; but it will be my fault if I am trapped again.'

Mr Temple is rather happy in telling a lively anecdote, a good number of which are sprinkled through his book. Take the subjoined specimen :

AN ADVENTURE ON HORSEBACK.

EXPENSE OF LIVING IN PERU.

"It is notorious, that numbers of families and individuals have left England and Ireland to establish themselves on different parts of the Continent of Europe, where they live in comparative affluence, upon means which, in their own country, with difficulty afforded them a decent subsistence. I have taken considerable pains to enquire inte the prices of every thing concerning the establishment of a family in either of the fine provinces of Cordova, Tucuman, tion at some future day to persons at home, whose circumor Salta, and having in view the object of giving informa stances might induce them to leave their native land, and to adopt another, in the hope of finding an easier enjoyment of life, I applied only to the most respectable authorities, who, I felt convinced, would not mislead me on the subject. "It is not considered genteel to talk of one's own riches, and, therefore, I shall not state the amount of mine in pounds, shillings, and pence, younger brothers of the wealthest families have seldom to boast of their credit at Coutts, but this I say, that the means which in England will not even keep a man's head above water, are sufficient to enable him to live in affluent independence in either of the provinces of Cordova, Tucuman, or Salta; where, if so disposed, and valuable estate;-large, because its extent would be I could, without difficulty, become legal possessor of a large from four to five or six leagues; valuable, because the land is capable of producing every thing that may be desired from it, and because, with the estate would be obtained, at least, fifty head of horned cattle, as many horses, and of sheep and goats, any number you would wish to have; in some cases, too, an annual rent of from two to three hundred dollars, “Before I leave Lagunillas, I shall mention a circum- paid by a tenantry, who become, in fact, the vassals of the stance that rather surprised us all. When we were setting landlord. Such an estate may be purchased here, and its out from the farm-house to a distant lake to shoot, the son price would not exceed £2000 sterling; how it might be inof the farmer happened to be at the door on a good stout proved, under proper management, it is easy to imagine, horse, whose broad back induced me to ask the rider for a With respect to amusement, game of all sorts in abundance seat behind him to the lake; which was readily granted, in the land, fishing in the rivers, lion and tiger hunting in with the observation that the horse was muy soberbio (very the mountains, would afford pastime to the sportsman; proud.) However, my weight not being exorbitant, and whilst those more industriously inclined would find ample having no intention of offending the animal's pride, I hand-gratification in agricultural pursuits, and no little pleasure ed up my gun, and then mounted behind the saddle, with a in cultivating a garden, in a climate where the rigour of degree of agility too, that rather pleased me, because my winter is unknown, and where flowers succeed flowers companions were looking on, and, as I thought, with some every month in the year. share of envy, as the sun was very powerful, and the lake at some distance. We moved on six yards awkwardly enough, the horse, by the motion of his tail, and unsettled gait, exhibiting strong symptoms of displeasure. He is quiet, I hope,' said 1, in a tone not very expressive of confidence. Es muy soberbio,' said my friend. Up and down went the horse. Gently, gently,' said I. •No puedo,I cannot,' said my friend. Higher and lower went the horse. Stop! stop!' said I. No puedo,' said my friend.I shall be off,' said I. Senor por Dios! for heaven's sake, don't squeeze me so tight round the waist!' said my friend. I shall be off, I shall certainly be off!' said I, in a tone louder than was requisite for hearing. Don't squeeze me so tight, senor mio !' said my friend. Hold on! hold on cried my companions. Es muy soberbio,' said my friend. Yes, very proud indeed!' said I, and at the same instant, a violent plunge and kick aiding my exertions, I sprang out of my seat with twice the agility, though not with half the pleasure, with which I sprang into it.

"A library, a great deficit in this country, (although, thanks to Mr Ackermann's judicious publications, books are now beginning to Le circulated,) would no doubt be amongst other comforts that would accompany European settlers, who would soon find here as wide a field for spe culation, with as cheering a prospect of success, and cer tainly without any such risk of health, as either in the East or West Indies, during their brightest fortune-making days. All circumstances fairly considered, the prospects, in chosen spots of South America, are as inviting to indus try, with small means, as in any other part of the world. "How many masters of families are there in Great Britain, well born, too, existing in embarrassment and want. with capitals of five and six thousand pounds? I mention these sums merely because either of them is sufficient, in the province of Cordova, Tucuman, or Salta, to purchase east, comfort, and independence; in a word, amply sufficient to bestow upon its possessor every luxury that a fertile soil and fine climate can afford. All these advantages, I am aware, "Scenes of this kind, it is well known, afford much more do not ensure to every body the enjoyment of life; that deentertainment to the spectators than to the performers; I pends upon moral principles, into which I pretend not to shall, therefore, say nothing upon that part of the subject, enter. I have heard something about quot homines, tet but come to the point which has been my only object in sententiæ,' which is Latin, and the English of it I take to mentioning this circumstance, namely, the age of the horse. be this,There are many persons who would find every Pray,' said General Parossien, how old is that proud-spi-happiness in South America, and many who would find rited beast of yours?' I have always understood,' replied none at all!' I am addressing myself only to the former, the young man, that he is the age of my father.' And and to them I continue my observations. more than that,' said one of the bystanders. My father is past forty,' said the young man, who had himself been riding the animal for seventeen years. We were all astonished, for the horse was, in appearance, to use an appropriate phrase, as fresh as a four-year-old.' Hot stables, heavy clothing, excessive feeding, and violent physicking, are the causes no doubt why we so seldom hear of their age in England, where a horse at little more than nine or ten years old is considered as having done his work,' and, generally speaking, is no longer in esteem."

On the important subject of the inducements which Peru holds out to emigrants, we must not omit to make the following extract from much more that our author urges in the same strain;

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With a capital of 25,000 dollars- which, according to the present rate of exchange, is not five thousand pounds— you may not only double it in a few years,' said an intelligent curate to me, in conversation upon this subject, but, in the meantime, you may rival in living his Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop of Toledo.' All the enquiries I made upon this subject tended to confirm the curate's observation, and mightily roused in my mind a desire to rival his Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop, whose splendidly jewelled hand I had the honour to kiss, and whose comfortable benediction I had the happiness of receiving, at his court in Madrid, some few years ago."

We conclude our extracts with our author's account of his first entrance into Potosi :

THE APPROACH TO POTOSI, AND FIRST VIEW OF THE TOWN.

"The road, as I advanced, although in no respect improved in itself, indicated the approach to a town of consiHeration. It was no longer an unfrequented solitude, as I had been accustomed to find it. Peasantry, with droves of sses, and flocks of beautiful llamas, were to be seen passing o and fro; some strolling lazily to the city, laden with ruits, vegetables, Indian corn, flour, charcoal, firewood, and other necessaries; some returning from the market at brisk pace, after disposing of their burdens, and hastening many leagues into the fruitful valleys of the country to renew them. Indians, male and female, with poultry, milk, eggs, and sundry commodities for consumption, enlivened the way, and apprized the hungry traveller that, although surrounded by bleak, uncultivated, and uncultivable mounains, he was still in the land of the living.

BUT THOU !

"Delia! some few short years ago,

You fountain heard thee breathe a vow;
Still sparkling in the sunny glow,
With murmuring sound and constant flow,
That fount plays on-but Thou!
"Delia! a ringlet bright and fair,

That wanton'd o'er thy snowy brow,
In hours of bliss was given; there
Time has not changed a single hair;
'Tis still the same-but Thou!

"Delia! the heart that fondly loved,
Loves thee despite thy folly now;
Though thou hast seen its pang unmoved,
In sadness tried-in sorrow proved-
'Tis faithful yet-but Thou!"

THE MOTHER'S LAMENT.

"Suddenly appeared before me in the distance a high
mountain of a reddish-brown colour, in the shape of a per-
fect cone, and altogether distinct in its appearance from any
thing of the kind I had ever seen. There was no mistaking
it: it was that mountain which was made known to the
world by the merest accident, by an Indian, who, in pur-
suit of a llama up the steep, to save himself from falling,
caught hold of a shrub, which, being torn from the soil, ex-
posed a mass of solid silver at the roots; it was that moun-
tain, incapable of producing even a blade of grass, which
yet had attractions sufficient to cause a city to be built at
its base, at one time containing a hundred thousand inha-"I'll wander through the streamlet, I'll wander o'er the
bitants; it was that mountain where hidden treasures have
withstood the laborious plunder of 250 years, and still re-
main unexhausted. Having said thus much of the new
and striking object before me, I need scarcely add, that it

"Where shall I wander, and whither shall I go,
Since o'er my pretty sailor boy the cruel waters flow?
Whom shall I seek for, to be like my dear child,
To speak with that sweet voice that choked among the waters
wild?

was the celebrated mountain of Potosi.

"Onward I rode, cheered by seeing the beacon which indicated the termination of my journey; not so my jaded mule; it received no stimulus from that which to me acted as an exhilarating draught. Forty miles upon a road (my mule assured me it was full forty-five) is a wearisome distance before breakfast for either man or beast, and mine, every mile I now advanced, gave indubitable evidence of exhausted strength, yet the means of refreshment was far distant from us both. Patience and perseverance were our only solace; and with these two efficacious virtues, I believe in my heart honestly adhered to by both of us, we mutually assisted each other-I by alighting to walk up hiils and steeps, the mule, when I remounted, by jogging on, if the heath happened to be free from rocks and stones; for the approach, even to the Imperial City, is nothing more than a rugged path tracked out by the footsteps of men and animals.

"From the top of every eminence that I ascended for the last two hours of my journey, I felt a longing expectation of obtaining a view of the town; because, to behold, even at a distance, the abode of rest, at the conclusion of a long voyage or journey, is a consolation which every traveller anxiously seeks and enjoys with sensations of real pleasure; but this consolation is denied in approaching Potosi; neither house, nor dome, nor steeple, is to be seen at a distance.

"The last curve round the base of the silver mountain, whose pointed top was now far above my head in a cloudless deep-blue sky, brought me at once upon the town, which, with its ruined suburbs, covered a vast extent beneath me, and in ten minutes more I was at the posthouse in the centre of it."

We can recommend this work as conveying a distinct and lively account of the present state of a great portion of South America.

The Words and

A Set of Ten Songs and Two Duets.
Music by two Sisters. London: J. Power. Edin-
burgh: Robertson & Co. 1830.

MRS NORTON and Mrs Blackwood are the two sisters to
whom the public are indebted for this interesting volume.
The music is, upon the whole, exceedingly sweet, simple,
and ladylike, its general character being that of graceful
plaintiveness. The song entitled "Chacta's Lament for
Atala," is, however, particularly bold and energetic;—the
modulation throughout is good, and the symphonies and
accompaniments powerfully written. The words are not
unworthy of the music.
The two following songs are by

Mrs Norton:

land,

I'll wander till I reach again the glittering ocean strand;
I'll call to my dear sailor boy across the dreary sea,
'Twas there I parted from him—will he come again to me?
"I'll listen to the murmuring waves that break along the
shore,
And think it is his bounding step who can return no more:
I'll watch the cloud's dark shadow that steals upon the sea,
And dream it is his graceful form that steals across to me.
"I'll watch the splendid light that breaks so softly o'er his
His eyes were blue and sunny bright who sleeps beneath the

grave

wave

I'll fancy 'tis his glance that comes so smiling o'er the sea;
His glance, his voice, his step, alas! will he return to me?"
Not inferior to these are the following verses by Mrs
Blackwood:

FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE WHO ARE GONE.

"Friend of my youth! we meet again,-
Both changed in outward guise;
But the love we bore each other then
Still lives in our tearful eyes!
Those who were wont our hearts to fill,
Have left us on earth alone!

But we'll love each other the better still,
For the sake of those who are gone!
Old Friend!

For the sake of those who are gone!

"We'll sit in the shade of these old oak-trees,
And speak of the tried and true;
Nor hide our tears, which no one sees,
But the friend who is weeping too!
And if our wrath be idly stirr'd

By a heedless look or tone,

We'll forget the look, and forgive the word,
For the sake of those who are gone!
Old Friend!

For the sake of those who are gone!

"Friend of my youth! we part once more,
And our paths are distant far!

But we'll meet, when the long day's toil is o'er,
In the land where those loved ones are!
And oh while yet we linger here,
Each journeying on alone,
Let my name be dear to thy distant ear,
For the sake of those who are gone!
Old Friend!

For the sake of those who are gone!"

We know of no more elegant occupation for the female mind than is afforded by the combination of music and poetry.

two, staggered with agitation as she glided off round the foot of the green mound, leaving me like one in the midst of a dream. I stood stock-still for some moments, in the bewilderment of shuddering agitation; then, throwing myself on the soft turf, to recover my feelings, I pondered on the shortness of those scenes that live longest in our remembrance, and on the fewness of those illumined pages of the book of life, which are more precious to the heart, and dearer to the imagination, than all the rest of the dull and blotted volume."Vol. II. p. 41-5.

The Dominie's Legacy. By the Author of "The Secta-arms, our tears mingled, she broke from me after a sob or rian." In three vols. London. William Kidd. 1830. MR PICKEN, the author of this book, is not fortunate in the names of his works. He is a man, however, of considerable genius, and his writings "have that within which passeth show." The "Dominie's Legacy" is a collection of Tales, mostly of Scottish Life, containing a pleasing mixture of pathos and humour, though the former predominates. We particularly recommend the stories entitled, "Mary Ogilvie," George Wishart," and "The Rash Marriage." They are distinguished by several touches not unworthy of Washington Irving himself. We shall give a specimen both of Mr Picken's grave and gay style, the grave first :

MARY OGILVIE'S INTERVIEW WITH HER FORMER LOVER ON
HER MARRIAGE-DAY.

"I stood gazing on her as she confusedly told this story, still holding her hands, and replied, with more of passion than wisdom, that she needed not be thus particular in giving me an account of herself, and that the time was when she would not have thought of making excuses for meeting me in this wood. She looked at me with surprise when I had uttered this speech, as well she might; and, withdrawing her hands, she began to say, Ay, and I have seen the day, Mr George, when and her heart seemed to fill at her own thoughts.

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"When what, Mary?' I said, as she paused.

Speak! I love to hear you speak as you used long ago.' "When,' she answered, I would not have needed to make excuses for meeting you in any place; and when, if it had been told me, that ye would hae been absent from the houms o' Lillybrae for years an' years, and that ye came back without ever asking to see me, or speak to me, as ye used to do,—if it were nae mair,' she added, mournfully, but to gar me greet by talking to me of our happiness when we were bairns,—I wadna hae believed them. And if ye really like to hear me speak as I did langsyne,' she went on, her voice trembling as she spoke, what for did ye not come to Lillybrae and speak to me, George?'

In a more lively vein is the following amusing sketch of some

WEST-COUNTRY RADICALS AT DRILL.

"I was conducted out of town with my head full of po pular armies, squadrons of pikemen, marching and countermarching; and extended lines of a warlike people covering great part of the country. But when I came to the spot, I could see nothing but a straggling crowd, of less than hundred persons, most of whom stood talking in groups; and instead of arms or military appointments, they mostly wore aprons before them, and had short tobacco pipes in their mouths. One group I heard disputing upon what were to be their degrees of military rank, viz. which of them should be ensign, and which should be captain; and another was occupied in a strong argument (for there were some of them old soldiers) regarding what was the speediest mode of cutting to pieces a regiment of dragoons. "A party of about forty were in another part of the field, formed into a line of Indian file; and were marching and halting, and facing about, very much like children playing at soldiers; for, as most of them were to be commissioned officers, some were talking, some laughing, and now and then some stood still, while one or two ran to a hole in the hedge, to listen, as they said, if the horsemen were coming. I perceived that except a few determined men, it was generally the youngest and most regardless-looking that were most forward to be soldiers; and as their discipline allowed perfect liberty and equality, I joined (the better to make my observations) this sample of physical force;' but looking along their irregular mixture of boys and men, I could not help despising myself for my folly in being found among them.

"You'll be a pretty sort o' a captain, Jock,' said one to his neighbour, gaun there marchin' wi' your han's in year pouches!'

"This last sentence was spoken in a tone so affecting, and with a look up into my face of such appealing expression, that it smote me to the soul with agonizing conviction of injustice, and even cruelty, to her, and took from me the power of giving utterance to the excuse which I meditated; I hesitated, and stammered. Mary Ogilvie,' "Deevil sic anither sodger I ever saw!' said an old miI at length said, I cannot now tell you all the realitiaman, touching his comrade on the left, whose faults he sons; but believe me, my heart was not in them, Mary. could see in the dark-Ye set down your feet, man, when I denied myself' much, much in not seeing you, at least to ye march, just as ye were treading the treddles; an' your talk of former happier days; but I learned that you were vera head gangs nid nodding, as if ye were following the about to be married to a young man of whom your father shuttle.' approved; and I knew not but that you might have forgotten me and our early love. And you know, Mary,' I continued, taking both her hands again, and looking into 6 eyes, we have other things to do in life than idling about these bonny woods, picking primroses and reading love tales; for the scenes of early youth are but like a dream, and pass quickly away, and the feelings may be very different in after years. But my heart assuredly was not in fault, Mary; I have not forgotten those days, nor this pretty bank, nor your lovely blue eyes and golden locks, nor the day when we wandered to the Craigs of Glenvie, norYou are in tears, Mary; I did not mean to pain you.'

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"Oh, George!' said she, while the tears fell fast from her swimming eyes, how can you speak so to me now, and not a word until my very wedding-day! And yet I know you do not mean to pain me; I know your warm heart; but you'll be designed for some grand lady, and I never should have thought about the like of you.'

"As I was about to reply, she took her hand from mine, and, holding it up before my mouth, exclaimed,Now, dinna speak nae mair to me, George! dinna talk to me of by gone days; I canna bear it the day, for I'm but a weak woman, and I am gaun to be married to a youth of my ain station; and yet-Now, dinna speak!'

"Od, man,' said the refractory recruit, answering again, 'ye're deevelitch strick for a malicious man! Do ye expost me to be as good at the marching already as a fugleman er a fife-major? and to stick in my back and out my breast, just like Jock Walker, wi' his bass drum on his wame; besides, haven't I held up my chin in the air to please you til my vera een are standin' in my head ?'

"Canna ye turn out your taes, man?' reiterated the zealous militiaman; 1 declare ye hae no more notion o' marchin' than Tibbie Drabb's hens!'

"I'll tell you what, Jamie Corbie,' said one, speaking to the man behind him, if ye dinna keep your lang legs to yoursell, and haud your brogues aff my heels, I'll kick be hind me like a cuddy, that's what I will!'

"But what most diverted me was the happy union of the hardships of war with the luxuries of home, in a ja triotic weaver near me, who, having considerately lighted bis short pipe at that of some other, before he commenced drilling, was circumspectly going through his exercise with it in his cheek. The word of command was given to face to the left; but the man next to him happening to forget to which of his sides this military term applied, turned to the right; in doing which, his nose came in contact with his comrade's pipe, and broke it off at his mouth, and the two valiant sol

"One word more, Mary,' I said, completely overpower-diers stood facing each other. ed, and then forget'

"I canna forget! No, I winna forget!' she exclaimed, with a look of despair. Farewell, George!' and she tried to get away.

"Will you leave me that way, Mary?' I said, almost calmly: It is our last meeting, as remembered lovers,-the very last in this wood.' I drew her to me, she fell into my

"Deevil's in you! ye hae broken my pipe,' said the one, spitting out the stump of his pipe.

"Hang ye, ye hae broken my nose,' said the other, feeling his face with his hand.

"Blast your bletherin' tongues!' said the militiaman; what gars ye speak in the ranks?'

"The straggling groups behind were now beginning to

rm into line beside our corps; and some of them had actally pike-heads stuck on the ends of sticks; but a sudden arm took place, and they all began to cock their ears. omething was heard,-and, after a few minutes' listening, e heard distinctly the clatter of horses' feet, and another e trumpets of the dreaded horsemen.

"The cavalry!-the cavalry!' was exclaimed with teror from one to the other; and, although some talked of restance, and some of marching off in regular order, in five inutes we were all dispersed, and our great army had campered away in different directions.

"I happened to go on a little farther on the nearest road, nd soon found the cause of this panic. I fell in on my way with a man and an ass, coming from a neighbouring air; the shoes of the poor animal happening to be loose, nade a clattering on the stones, very terrific to the assemled radical army, and so as greatly to resemble at a distance he noise of a troop of horse.

"As for the alarming and warlike sounds, I saw at once how they were to be accounted for; this donkey-man happened to be accompanied from the fair by an honest fiddler, who, in order to beguile the tedious journey, was innocently treating his neighbour and the ass to a spring on his instrument; and which, in the distance, by the dexterity of the musician, must greatly have resembled the warlike sound of a trumpet!

"To your tents, O Israel!' cried the radicals in the field at this appalling sound-and every man fled."

We look upon Mr Picken as an author of rising reputation, and will be glad to meet with him again ere long.

Cloudesley: a Tale. By the author of " Caleb Williams."
In three volumes. London. Henry Colburn and
Richard Bentley. 1830.

The Panorama of the Thames, from London to Richmond, exhibiting every object on both banks of the river, with a concise description of the most remarkable places, and a general view of London. London. Samuel Leigh. 1830.

The

THIS is a beautiful and interesting work of art. panoramic view, which is neatly folded up in an elegant cover, extends to we do not know how many yards in length, and is about a foot broad. The scenery on both sides is represented as it would appear to the spectator passing up the centre of the river. Every object is distinctly seen, and the minuteness of detail is most complete. The view of London, which accompanies the Panorama, was sketched from an elevated situation in the Adelphi, and has been ably etched and aqua-tinted. It commands, we believe, a larger portion of the metropolis, and more interesting objects, than can be seen from any other spot. The distance from London to Richmond is fifteen miles, and the stranger who takes the excursion need only to have this view of the banks of the Thames along with him in order to be made as familiar with every object, as if he had passed up and down every day of his life. We have seen no work of the kind more carefully executed, or more satisfactory.

The Devil's Walk. By Professor Porson. With Illustrations. By R. Cruikshank. London. Marsh and Miller. 1830. 24mo. Pp. 33.

THIS is a clever and well-known jeu d'esprit, cleverly illustrated by a few smart caricatures. The full-length In reading this work, we feel as if we were listening portrait of the devil suggested by the lines,— to a voice from another age.

Since the time when "Ca

leb Williams" and "St Leon" riveted us with their harrowing eloquence, what a variety of schools of novel-writers have, for their day, engrossed the attention of the publie! And now, when his peculiar style has been almost forgotten, the green octogenarian again addresses us unchanged in principle or sentiment, where all has changed around him. The author of Caleb Williams has no eye for the beauties of external nature. He has no perception of those traits which stamp individual character. The beings who figure in his pages are compounded out of the abstract elements of thought and feeling, not borrowed from the real world. Yet there is an intensity in Godwin's language, and a profundity in his passion, that invests them with an interest beyond that which attaches to the creations of any other novelist. The charm of his style consists, not in imagination, for he has none, nor in close reasoning, nor clear insight into character, but in a certain fervour which carries us along with him, and bears down all before it. “Cloudesley" is a tale worthy

of Godwin.

"And backwards and forwards he switches his tail, As a gentleman switches his cane," is excellent.

MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.

THE ABBEY GARDEN;
OR,

THE CONFESSION OF EDWARD WALDEN.
These deaths are such acquainted things with me,
That yet my heart dissolves not.

FLETCHER-The Maid's Tragedy.

I HAVE a dark tale to tell-the history of my own unfortunate and perverted mind; which I would trace onwards from its commencing changes to that terrible scene which closed the drama of life for me, and filled, to overflowing, the envenomed cup of my sufferings and my sin.

And it must be told now, if it is ever to be unfolded; for the aberrations by which my intellect is daily more and more fearfully shaken, warn me to expect that dismal blindness of the spirit, compared with which the death of the body is enviable.

PINNOCK'S CATECHISMS.-The Geography of the British Empire. England, Scotland, and Ireland. In three Parts. London. Whittaker, Treacher, and Co. 1830. From my earliest boyhood, I was deeply and silently THE above little works are a continuation of that use- thoughtful-enthusiastic, imaginative, reflective; I showful and praiseworthy series of publications, which goed no outward sign of my internal restlessness; the subunder the general title of " Pinnock's Catechisms." The dued and calm tone of my manners deceived even those who style in which the present volumes are got up, is a de- might have known me better; and I was early considered cided improvement on their predecessors. As we are in- as possessed of a cold heart and a sluggish fancy—as a clined to think that these "Geographies" will be found solitary book-worm, a being who held no fellow-feeling extremely useful in schools and elsewhere, we shall take with ordinary life, and nourished no aspirations after its the trouble to copy the heads of the different chapters enjoyments. They guessed not that my perceptions, actfrom one of them, which will give a tolerable idea of the ing with difficulty on an inanimate frame and inexpreswhole. "Situation-Extent and Boundaries-Divisive features, were yet vivid, even to painfulness, while sions-Surface of the Country-Mountains-Rivers-present, and stored up in a faithful memory as the subLakes-Minerals--Shores-Climate and Vegetable Pro-jects of long and intense reflection. And it was in reflecductions-Cities and Towns—Manufactures and Trade -Institutions and Public Works-Islands." Each Part contains a small but neat and correct map, an engraved vignette, and numerous woodcuts of the most remarkable places of each country.

tion chiefly that, from early youth, I enjoyed life. Slow my ideas of present objects were not; but they were the images of shadows, compared with the pictures which my imagination afterwards formed from them. I have mixed among happy groups, and been asked, with won

ness;

der, why I showed so little interest in the general gladwhile they knew not that I retired from it only to call it up before my fancy with added splendour, and to live succeeding hours and days in musings tinged with the spirit of those few hours of rejoicing; they knew not that such moments were fresh in my soul with tenfold radiance, after they had vanished from more thoughtless spirits, without leaving a vestige or an effect.

But, as with the good of my life, so was it with the evil. My moments of happiness were indescribably heightened by my turn of mind; but my hours of misery were so likewise. The young are incapable of struggling with the unhappiness of life, and wisely is it ordered that they should feel it but little; and when in manhood, the conviction of human sorrow springs up along with reflection in the mind, the soul has acquired strength for resistance, and, in the ardour of the mighty conflict, half forgets the misery against which it strives. To me was given the knowledge of manhood with the weakness and incapacity of the boy. I need not say that the gift was fatal. Mental disquietudes, or outward sufferings and injuries, which, to others of my age, would have appeared the merest trifles, or been forgotten as quickly as they arose, formed to my mind subjects of meditation, I will not say how long; and of necessity continued, while thus ruminated upon, to increase in apparent magnitude and aggravation.

the same roof,-made sole companions in the retiremen
of a country mansion-house,—and turned loose on eac
other, with no bar but the observation of a kind, wea
uncle, and the censure of a simple book-exhausted tuto
between my hatred and his scorn.
The consequenc
were natural. My cousin was capricious and tyrannical
and I, his junior in age, and his inferior in bodil
strength, was the victim of his humours in those hour
when we were left to ourselves; while in the family, h
frank and showy address gave him an easy advantage or
my melancholy and reserve. Those sentiments of min
which had till now been, at worst, but transient fits
aversion, matured into a stern and settled hatred. An
his feelings towards me changed too: he continued to tak
a malicious pleasure in insolently tormenting that sens
tive spirit whose motions his dull heart at once understoo
not and despised; but he quickly perceived my loathin
for him, and began to add a deeper feeling to his contempt
till, by degrees, he entertained an enmity as cordial, thoug
not so bitter, as mine. It could not last; I was rapidl
forgetting every aim and every distress in the one over
powering passion of hate,—the one diabolical pursuit of re
venge; he was the poison-tree of my life, which blaste
my every hope and affection ;-would it have been won
derful if I had tried to tear the fatal plant up by the ver
roots? I beheld the precipice over which I hung, and
with moody resolution, I forced myself from its brink
In my sixteenth year, I abandoned my home, and cas
myself into the vast arena of the world, helpless, friend
less-almost hopeless.

And my intercourse with my youthful companions was exposed to one cause of mischief, which gave the finishing stroke to the tottering fabric of my peace. The body was in league with the spirit-an enfeebled body with a dis- And yet, for the first time, I was not altogether un tempered mind. And it is superfluous to tell with what happy. A weight was taken from my breast; I was painful frequency I felt my bodily inferiority in the bois- thrown among new associates who saw not all my weak terous sports and constant contentions of boyhood. Un- nesses, and therefore more readily pardoned those which popular from my retired habits, despised for my miserable were visible; and even Colville I for a time forgot, ex and puny frame, and insulted and triumphed over on ac- cept to hope that his blighting influence might never count of both, I was too proud to stoop beneath oppression. more shed desolation on my path. And fortune gradually I resisted it to the last, with a bitter consciousness that favoured me in a worldly view; a line of life was opened resistance was wholly in vain. The effect produced on to me to which I could never have dreamed of aspiring me by years so marked was melancholy indeed. They My life for some years was indeed wild, eccentric, and did not break my spirit; they could not!-but they adventurous, but I rose in rank and estimation; and, a clouded it with a sad mixture of stubbornness and dejec-length, proudly felt myself not useless nor alone. My

tion.

I would not be misunderstood; I was no misanthrope. I early saw the difference between the characters of others and my own; and that those injuries and slights which appeared to me so heavy, were received by them with the same indifference with which they inflicted them. From the heart I pardoned their thoughtlessness, while I felt that it rendered me most unhappy; and, had the evil stopped here, the progress of advancing years might have worn away those dark traces from my heart. But this was not to be.

I

I have said I was no misanthrope; it is the truth. felt dislike to no human being; to none-save one; and him I found that I could not but hate. He had crossed, he had baffled me, he had insulted me from the earliest period, when I was sensible to love or hatred ;—and he had his reward. Heaven is my witness, that, even yet, I strove long and anxiously not to hate him. I brooded, it is true, over my injuries, for it was not in my nature not to do so; but while my blood boiled to think on them, it was my ardent wish to persuade myself that he himself never viewed them under the aspect which they presented to me; that they partook of the levity which pervaded his whole character; and were nothing more than the wantonness of youthful excitation, eager to exercise power, and unscrupulous as to the objects on which it fell.

body improved along with my mind; and when, seven
years after my flight, I returned to my country, with
nerves strung by war and travel, and a countenance em
browned by the winterless heats of the East, few could
have traced in the robust man of three-and-twenty, the
weakly shrinking boy who had been so shunned and s
despised. I had now acquired a character of decision and
hardihood, while my habits of rumination and loneliness
had been mellowed down into a calm and gentle thought-
fulness, which I found was considered both excusable and
pleasing. On this part of my story I must be brief.
met and loved one, of whom I will not speak. Alas!
dare not! and I had reason to hope for her favour, wher
a rival appeared and was quickly successful. It was Col-
ville: and to this day I believe that he presented him-
self solely with the malignant design of thwarting and
triumphing over me. There succeeded a period fearful
to my recollection,-a chaos of fierce regrets and gloomy
apathy. I was again thrown back from that placidity
which I had through so much labour attained, into a
state of mind black and joyless as that from which I had
formerly extricated myself. After a few more years of
wandering, aimless and uncheered, my mind again be-
came more quiet; and, home-sick, I turned my steps
once more to the cold island regions of the north, now in-
deed a melancholy man, but still with much of the good
of my character unextinguished, and, as I too fondly
hoped, even purified and strengthened.
I knew not how
irretrievably my moral system had been shattered, till the
injury was shown by that fatal event, which formed the
catastrophe of my struggle against guilt and destiny, and
to the recital of which I now summon up all my remain-

And I could assuredly have so warded off the gloomy emotions which infested me, if I had been exposed to my enemy only at intervals; if I had enjoyed but moments of repose from his persecutions, to which I could have looked forward for comfort, and which might have been employed in endeavours to subdue my heart. But this I had not long. Colville was my cousin; and we were still boys when we were placed, both orphans, undering vigour of resolution.