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found among the cypresses and yews of Père la Chaise, had seriously impaired her health. The ravages of disyet it was there alone, in all the vicinity of Paris, that ease, however, extended not to her vigorous mind. Her the approach of early spring could yet be discovered. To spirits were frequently as light, her laugh as free, as if this burying-ground, therefore, I resolved to pay a visit. pain had never visited her gentle frame. Accomplished, A month or two later, and the varied heights of Saint and, like Wordsworth's “ conspicuous flower," Cloud, the enchanted labyrinths of Versailles, the purpled

“ Admired for beauty, for her sweetness praised," walks of Fontenay-aux-Roses, or the yet more lovely vale of Montmorency, where nature revels fancy-free, might she was thought to enjoy all that could make life pass have attracted my steps. But in the beginning of March, happily. But even in those moments when strangers the only visitable spot is that one seemingly least suited believed her most to be envied, the canker-worm was at to excite pleasurable emotions. For me, this crowded work within. This, too, she herself knew well, and the place of repose (which has been so often written about) saddening conviction would bring a cloud upon her brow ever has a fresh interest. Never have I entered it, with even in the gayest hour. Often did she retire to weep out feelings of sadness; never have I left it, without be- while the circle she had delighted was yet loud in her ing more reconciled to change, less heedful of worldly praise, or envied that cheerfulness which could enliven things. The sleep of death here seems so sweet—the the most saturnine. She feared that her numbered days living pass through this abode of the departed with such were soon to be exhausted. I had tried to remove this a reverential tread that one feels not hurt by the thought | impression, but all my efforts were vain. After being of its being, perhaps at no distant period, his last resting- some time in Paris, she became more than ever persuaded place. Some complain that there is too much of show, that the struggle could not long be supported. Repeatedly too much of ornament—but the care taken by the living did I reason on the subject, but she grew daily more in tending the frail flowers planted round the graves, | fixed in her first belief, and, anxious to select a spot where which I have often seen watered by burning tears, is her remains might be interred, often urged me to go with surely more consoling to those who may soon require such her to my favourite burying-ground. Fearful that so fond service, than if the sepulchre were at once abandon near a contemplation of the realities of death might be et. Vay not the departed soul look complacently on the too much for weak nerves, I used every argument to disfriend who guards the sod that covers the earthly taber- suade her from making the attempt, but at last had prcnacle it so lately tenanted ? Nor is it a mere show of mised to accompany her thither as soon as the opening of grief that is here exhibited, for no one can have often a milder season should render exposure to the air less danvisited Père la Chaise, without witnessing sorrow the gerous. most poignant : tears, bitter as ever flowed, sobs from the The spring at Paris dawns most sweetly. Some of its very heart, are the tribute frequently paid on the grave early days are perhaps the finest, certainly the most deof some lamented friend. Oft in passing through this lightful, of the whole year; and on one of these did we impressive scene, has my sympathy been excited, on find- drive to the melancholy scene we had long proposed to ing a lonely mourner by the side of a newly-covered grave. visit. The sky was partially clouded, but only so much

Such instances—I bave met many of them—completely as to excite that not unpleasant anxiety which enhances - removed from my mind any objection I might at first our enjoyment of a fine day. The air was so light as have had to the seemingly ostentatious display here made scarce to weigh perceptibly on those just escaped from the of the regret felt by the living. Nothing can be more severities of a frosty winter; and the feeling of awe ever painful than the sight of a man in tears, yet I have in- experienced on entering a place connected with so many voluntarily arrested my steps, on seeing the bereaved fa- solemn thoughts, gradually subsided into a pleasant mether shedding floods of tears on his son's cold grave. That lancholy as we began to climb the declivity on which worst of agonies, tearless grief, has also struck my atten stands the simple chapel. Our task was less difficult

and the very want of this " vain dew” but excited than I had usually found it at the close of winter. Ina stronger compassion. During my early visits, I fre- stead of being covered with heavy clay, which frequently quently saw a female of elegant appearance, clad in the renders them impassable, the well-beaten footpaths were deepest mourning, leaning on a nameless tombstone. Day firm to our tread. We passed from tomb to tomb, pauafter day she took up her sorrowful watch. Grief was sing now by that of some warrior who had once filled the imprinted on every feature, yet not a sob was heard, not ear of terror-struck Europe, but here occupying as little a tear seemed to roll along her parched cheek. I never space as the obscure citizen who passed through life withpassed the spot, without thinking how appropriately the out fame, and died without having done aught by which language of Hermione would have sounded from her his name might be remembered ; now arresting our step lips :

beside the last home of one who had reached the ex

tremest stage of human existence, and a few paces farther “ I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are ;

contrasting his fate with that of some infant recorded to

have parted with life before encountering those trials hubut I have That honourable grief lodged here, which burns

manity must endure. At one time we lingered by the Worse than tears drown."

grave of the artist, who had made the world forget the

obscurity of his birth, by the commanding influence of That these exhibitions of genuine sorrow are not nu-genius ; at another we hurried by that of one who had merous, I am willing to admit; but the occurrence of a disgraced his high rank by vices the most base. Here we few such cases might suffice to remove the impression, met with the last record of one who had died in the midst which is too general in this country, that every thing in of numberless friends ;—there stood a monument to him French burial-grounds is “ got up” for show. That who had expired a stranger amongst strangers, with much of the frippery and mere neatness of Père la Chaise scarce a voice to soothe him in his last hour. One stone is the work of the florist or of the stonemason, cannot be was dedicated to the memory of two sisters, who died denied; but to see there a single case of unfeigned sore within a few weeks of each other. As if separation had row, is enough to sanctify it in the eyes of a stranger. been insupportable; the younger had fallen a victim to To my having beheld there such scenes, may be owing the violence of that affection much of the melancholy pleasure I always felt in visiting

“ which bade them be his unusual place of resort. On the present occasion, I

True to each other, as on the sea had an additional inducement, from having as a compa

Two loving birds, whom a wave may divide, nion one who had long wished to accompany me thither.

But who Aoat back soon to each other's side." Born beneath an eastern sky, the varying climate of Europe, to which she was removed at a very early age, Amid all this havoc, amid all these proofs of Death's



undistinguishing sway, the mind becomes firmer. We tinguished himself by his inclination for learning; and learn to look on the tyrant with less fear on finding be- what was remarkable in a Jew, he confined not himsel fore us immediate proof that all must submit to his de to his own contracted sphere of Hebrew literature; but crees. Familiarity with what may at first terrify, weans boldly bursting through the prejudices that fettered hi us from an undefined fear. Thus, so far from being countrymen, he expatiated abroad into the more ample an frightened by a visit to which I had looked forward as diversified fields of Greek and Roman science. He mad too much for her, my companion gradually became more himself an eloquent master of the language of Athens, an cheerful. She talked gaily of the past, thought hopingly became thereby enabled to defend, and do justice to, hi of the future. The fears which once dwelt upon her country, and to celebrate, in the universal and harmoniou mind disappeared— like the clouds imperceptibly dispelled language of Homer and Herodotus, the institutions, man by the sun from the landscape at our feet. The sluggardners, and achievements, of his sublime and extraordinar Seine shone more brightly to the beams, now glittering countrymen. He was not only an accomplished schola along its surface, and gilding at the same time the majes- but an ingenious and accomplished general ; be, for a lon, tic dome of the Invalides. Throughout the vast wilder- time, checked and baffled, by his talents, the victorious arm ness of buildings stretching indistinctly in the distance, of Vespasian; and when, at last, necessity compelle tower after tower successively stood out more boldly to him to philosophize on the advantages or the expediene the eye, till, as we loitered on the chapel steps, the whole of submission, he had already secured the esteem and ad of that wide-spread city was displayed to our gaze, with miration of his noble opponents, who knew virtue too we scarce a speck to conceal the heights beyond. A view in themselves not to value it in at once an accomplishe more imposing can scarcely be enjoyed. There lies the and undaunted enemy. Like the Grecian General Poly immense capital of one of the greatest nations of the bius, to whom his character and circumstances bear con world, lulled, as it were, to rest,-for little but a low con siderable resemblance, he, after fighting bravely agains fused hum reaches the ear. Yet, even from this point, the conquerors of the world, and sharing at last the fat some of its darkest as well as brightest features are seen ; of a captive, was at once admitted into their friendshi though the princely Tuileries fills some of the landscape, and most familiar confidence; and, at last, with his per it scarce attracts so much attention as that humble bridge, commended that magnaniınity and skill in arms wbicha near which stands the last receptacle of misfortune, that once had extorted his admiration and compelled his sul gloomy charnel-house of guilt, the foul Morgue, which I mission. Happy had it been for his countrymen had the could never pass without a shudder, thinking by what been influenced by his excellent counsels, as the Greek crimes it was filled. The assassin's steel, the gambler's were by those of the virtuous general of Megalopolis ! despair, the wretchedness of his ruined children, ever rose The works of Josephus are voluminous, and bear testi to view as I glanced at the loathsome structure. These mony to his diligent and persevering genius. His largest associations were less endurable than all we had felt though not his best, work, is his Archæology, or Jewis while moving through the silent tombs of the dead, and Antiquities, in twenty books, wherein he deduces the his were only effaced when our eyes fell on an edifice devoted tory of Judea from the creation to the age of Nero, an to nobler purposes, the Salpetrière, where aged females which is chiefly valuable from its filling up the chasm tha are comfortably sheltered from the ills of poverty and separates Old and New Testament History. His Jewis years. The excited feelings were soothed by reflecting War, in seven books—his most eloquent work—detail: on this more grateful subject, and we resumed our sur- along with some preliminary recapitulation, the terribl vey with renovated strength. The spirits of my compa- incidents of that singular war that commenced under Nere nion improved with the day. She talked cheerfully of and terminated in the extirpation of the Jews, and de all we had seen, and looked calmly to the time when she struction of their capital by Vespasian and Titus. too might dwell in this house of death, which was now It is only of the style of the Jewish historian that th deemed so sweet and inviting, that the prospect of repo- writer of these remarks means here to speak, and not a sing within its precincts was no longer unwelcome. The the credibility of his statements as compared with th opening buds that gemmed each grave carried her for- Bible, and as inducing or justifying against their autho ward to a land

a charge of credulity or of incredulity. The style of Jo “ Where souls do couch on flowers ;"

sephus in his Archæology is somewhat irregular and dis

crepant. His mind and his pen seem to vacillate Let weer and a few leaves were gratefully plucked, to be cherished the redundancies of Grecian eloquence, which, being fa as memorials of this interesting visit. She had got over shionable in his day, he rather affected, and the simplicit a secret unacknowledged fear of beholding the grave, and of Hebrew narration, as presented to us, unadorned an her mind became serene. We departed almost reluctantly unaffected, by the historians of the Old Testament, i from a spot which I had dreaded to approach in her com.

which his mind, as it necessarily resorted to them for in pany. From that hour her health improved ;—such was formation, had also a propensity to adhere, as a native, i the happy effect of contemplating that which at a dis- laudable imitation. There is a perpetual conflict, as tance seemed so forbidding! The cause of this improve

were, between the concise simplicity of Judea and th ment is obvious. Imagination was no longer on the splendid exaggeration of Greece; a heterogeneous mixtu stretch, and another proof was thus afforded, that of the splendid with the simple in writing, as, in arch To please the fancy, is no trilling good

tecture, the intermixture of Palestine plainness with Gn Where health is studied; for, whatever moves

cian magnificence in the tombs of the valley of Jehoshiapha The mind with calm delight, promotes the just

Accordingly, the naked narrative of Moses is in man And natural movements of the harmonious frame." places spoiled, as it passes through the hands of this hi Morayshire, March, 1830.

torian, by unnecessary exuberance. The story of Josep! so exquisitely impressive by its touching and forcible sin

plicity, where every word is, as it were, a weapon; t! JOSEPHUS AND HIS STYLE OF WRITING. dedication of the temple by Solomon, one of the fine By William Tennant.

passages to be found in any writing, are vitiated and n

duced in their effect by the cumbersome and spurious el JOSErHus, of all the Jews the most celebrated for his quence with which the sentiments are overloaded. It genius and learning, was the son of Matthias, an honour in the history of times less ancient, and of transactior able citizen of Jerusalem, who was connected, by descent, within the compass of his own experience, that his mim both with the regal and priestly branches, and hence making no reference to the simple annals of Judea, an transmitted to his son a twofold honour, that was doubly left free and unfettered to its own scope of splendid illa: dear in the eyes of his fellow-citizens. His son soon disc i tration, manifests its peculiar power. In his Archeolog?


uis account of the divisions that rent, tormented, and dis- I heard the thunder growling in the skirts of night, and peopled the palaces of Herod; of the death of King rolling its burden round on the dark heavy rooms of the Agrippa ; in his Jewish war, his description, most mas

Gross white mists were detached from the lowerly in its kind, of the siege of Jotapata ; of the attack bung clouds, and crept Jazily up the channels of the u the streets of Gamala ; of the entrance of the Idu- streams. Then came the sound of rain from over the neans by night, during a storm, into Jerusalem ; of the southern fell, rushing and soporous. It was altogether laval battle on the sea of Genesareth ; of the captures of such a night as makes the traveller spur on to reach his he fort of Masada; of the bloody conflicts in and round inn, while he fancies, in the low-hung shadows, relieved ibout Jerusalem ; of the triumphal entry into Rome of by the incessant twinkling in the air, those shapes that Vespasian-are not surpassed either by Livy or any other blast the unwholesome night by blue forest or cave, or Greek or Latin historian. He is undoubtedly the most wide moorish fen, and his heart quails beneath the broodublime of all historians; his genius being decidedly Jew- ing sense of mysterious danger, of things dim and unresh, and partaking largely of that fervency and soaring conciled, the helplessness of night, and the angry spirit uperiority which characterise the writings of his extra of the storm. ordinary countrymen. Perhaps he is too sublime for his. Admonished by the above signs of the coming storm, I ory: his narrative flows along in epic pomp and dignity, made for the door of my little hostelric, and was on the roken sometimes into bursts of tragic vehemence : it is point of entering, when the nearing voice of some one ike the long and richly-flowing river of gold and silver, crying bitterly made me pause and turn. The person in o which he himself likens the triumphal entry of Ves- distress I soon saw to be a little bareheaded and bareasian. As his narrative part is thus splendid, the ar footed boy, who came running along the twilight road, umentative portion, consisting of his orations, is, in a and who, as I questioned him of the cause of his crying, orresponding degree, eloquent; more discursory, per- gave me to understand that he had seen the fire in the saps, but not displaying less ratiocinative invention than west, and was horribly frightened, as he had yet two miles be speeches of Livy. Indeed, of the Greek or Roman to run to get to his home. He had been sent, he farther sistorians, Livy is the only one that inay pretend to rival told me, to a town some miles off, to fetch a surgeon for sim in vivacity or splendour ; and, if the Roman histo. a gentleman who had fallen from his horse, but had been ian at all exceeds him, it is in the compression, the con unsuccessful in his quest, as the only practitioner of the lensed force and invigorated majesty, of the language, ra- place was not at home, nor would be at home that night. her than in the brightness and magnificent flow of the On hearing this, I instantly determined, as I had instrumages. Of modern historians, or of modern writers, ments in my pocket, to follow the boy, and see the bruised there is only one great living name that can aspire to an gentleman, to whom I might be of some service. To saquality with him, or with the historian of Ron in tisfy my hostess, lest I should not return to her house rivid expansion of imagery, all-illuminating splendour, that night, was the work of the same minute; and inand graphic energy of language.

stantly I was off with the boy, who, though the steepAs connected with the Old and New Testaments, and down rain now began to smooth his dun and weatheris throwing light on the incidents, characters, manners, bleached hair, and almost in the same moment to drop and localities noted in Scripture record, the works of from his long forelock, whilst the fire-haunted shadows Josephus cannot be too much valued by a Bible student. darkled against his face, yet seemed so glad at my accomThey are by far the best commentary and expositor one panying him, as to have forgot all his fears. Despite can use in reading the Old and New Testaments.

the horrors of the storm, we soon reached a small range Devongrove, Clackmannanshire,

of thatched cottages, near which, the boy told me, the ac26th February, 1830.

cident had happened ; and a horse tied at the door of one of them, led us at once to the proper place. On entering,

I saw my patient, a gentleman apparently about thirty THE APOLOGY.

years of age, leaning back pale and exhausted upon a bed,

and ministered to by a woman far advanced in life, whose By Thomas Aird, Author ofReligious Characteristics," appearance, notwithstanding the visible poverty of her &c.

present habitation, seemed to speak of better days that

she had seen. I introduced myself as a graduate in me. Speak of me as I am: nothing extenuate,

dicine, who, having heard of the accident, and their mes, Nor set down aught in malice.-Othello.

senger's want of success in procuring the aid of a surPart I.

geon, had volunteered his services if necessary. The genOse afternoon in May last, being on a pedestrian ex- tleman, on hearing this, sat up and tendered me his arm, Carsion through the south of Scotland, I was overtaken which I instantly bled. I then bound up his head, which by a violent thunderstorm, which drove me for shelter to I found bruised on one side almost to a fracture, and cut a small village inn. It was evening ere the tempest | by the stones of the road, upon which he had fallen. The ceased, and judging it inexpedient to pursuc my walk storm had now subsided, and my patient, contrary to farther that night, I set myself to look for some amuse my advice and the earnest entreaties of his hostess, exment to help me to beguile a tedious hour or two. After pressed his determination to ride home without delay, as watching from my window awhile the village children, his house was distant only three miles. After giving the ume of whom busied themselves in damming up the little little messenger, who lived in the next cottage, his due water-courses by the wayside, while others churned with guerdon, he turned to the kind old woman, who fluttered their bare feet the puddles on the road, I sauntered forth, over his departure with an earnest blessing, and an enind found my way into a small garden behind the house. treaty to know of his welfare on the morrow, and said to The warm reeking rains had freshened and broadened her—“I will not offend you by speaking of remuneration, every leaf; plant and tree stood surcharged with moist- but God bless you for your kindness; I will see you often. are, and seemed perceptibly to vegetate into more luxu-Yet, meanwhile, may I request to know to whose motherly riant growth; the lizard rustled through the green fresh care I have been so much indebted at this time ?” grass, and the loathsome toad trailed his lazily stretching “I was proud of the name of Bonnington,” was the old limbs from the fat loamy bed of rank weeds. By degrees, woman's answer, “when I was a wife, and the mother of however, I became unobservant of outward things, and my own Harry and Emily; but they are all gone from fell into a reverie of “ sweet and bitter fancies,” which me long ago." kept me pacing, I know not precisely how long, the oozing At this her wounded guest started as if he had been walks of that remote garden. I was startled and aroused struck to the heart with a barbed arrow, and, trembling by a gleam of lightning, and, after listening a few seconds, like a leaf on a bigh tree, he turned half round imploringly


me ?"


to me; then, fixing his gaze on the old woman before him, “My name is Bremner,” said my companion, “and we he gasped forth, “ Good God! what has brought me into are brothers, it seems, in the profession. But I trust you this house! Do you know who I am, my kind hostess ?” will never need my services as you have kindly given me

“ I think not, sir. But I am afraid you are yet very yours to-night. As for your proposal to accompany me unwell."

home, it is exactly what I wished, and I trust we shall “ No wonder-wno wonder, if you be indeed his mother not part so soon.” --that boy Harry Bonnington's. Dare you guess who is I made it my farther duty, as we proceeded, to keep my in your house this moment ?"

hand upon his horse's bridle, lest any of the occasional “Mysterious Providence !" said the woman, returning tashes which were yet visible far off might provoke the his gaze with equal intensity ; “who is this one before spirited animal to any sudden plunge, which bis rider, in

his present exhausted state, was less able to guard against “My name was Hastings once; do you know me now?" and in this way we went on till we reached Mountcoin cried my patient, sinking back on a chair, and covering the place of Bremner's residence. his face with his left hand, whilst he extended the other. On the morrow, instead of taking leave of my ney “ There is the bloody right hand,” he added, "which made friend, I agreed to stay with him a month; before the you childless."

expiry of which term, I had the pleasure of seeing Me There was here a deep pause. The unhappy man sat Bonnington's first scruples yield to his generous solicita with both his hands upon his face. Before him stood the tions, and her rest set up for life at his house. It was a bereaved mother, perplexed in the extreme, yet evidently lofty and heart-touching sight to see him act towards her struggling to overcome her strong emotions.

in all respects like a good son; and his attentions wert “ If God has brought about this meeting, unhappy man, specially valuable, as her health was very feeble. to me,” she at length said, “let us each be wiser and bet On the evening previous to the proposed day of my de ter by it. This cannot be without perfect repentance and parture from Mountcoin, Dr Bremner voluntarily openec forgiveness ; and we must mind our respective parts. up to me the following particulars of his life. What would you have me say to you else ?".

(Part II. in our next.) “In truth, I do not know," was his answer. “I could tell you, indeed, why my face has long been pale; but it more becomes me to go out of your presence without any

STEPHEN KEMBLE AND THE SON OF NEPTUNE. parade of repentance. It was an awful deed, thou poor mother! But yet the blow that has ruined us all was KEMBLE was perhaps the best Sir Jobn Falstaff whid not meant for him.”

the British stage ever saw. His fine countenance and hi “So she told me, my child Emily, when she pled for commanding figure fitted him admirably for the part,

fo you before this heart, and gave a mitigated name to your Sir John was a “proper man ;" while the natural protu offence. We are two in a strange relation to each other; berance in front made him the very beau ideal of the in but if both may find the same mild Judge in Heaven at veterate sack-drinker. The following anecdote was tak last, why should we farther distress each other on earth ? me by a person who frequently heard Kemble tell it him Yours is the guilt of dreadful rashness, and mine is the self. sore bereavement."

Kemble was performing with a company in a sea pod “Will you give me a pledge of your forgiveness ?" asked town somewhere on the coast of England, when a shij he eagerly.

which had been long at sea, came into port, and sent be “Name it,” said the woman, evidently surprised. crew on shore, with plenty of money, and full of fan an

“ I have no mother,” proceeded the unhappy gentleman; frolic, to enjoy themselves, after their long cruise, accori "and never knew a true mother's care; I have no rela- ing to their various tastes and pursuits. “ One of th tives ; I am a desolate man; and would have you become kidney” found his way to the box office of the Theatr a mother even to me. And if I might be something like which at this time was open only three nights a-weel a son to you, it would give me a taste of happiness; and and, enquiring for the Manager, told him, with all ti I owe the duty to you a thousand times. I have wealth characteristic bluntness of a British sailor, that he " wan enough, and I think I could fulfil some offices of kind at ed a play!”—“ Very well,” replied the Manager, “ con tention. Now, if you judge me aright, if you care not to-morrow evening, my good fellow, and you shall ha over much for the opinion of the world, if your heart can two plays." This, however, did not at all accord wit bear the sad memorial which my presence must ever be, Jack's fancy. He was not disposed to wait till to-morro will you become a mother to me? Will you give me a evening; he wanted his play performed that night. Aft chance for a little joy, by allowing me to redress some a good deal of wrangling, and seeing that the sailor # what the wrongs I have done you, in cutting off the na- bent on having his own way, the Manager touched up tural stay of your age?”

the expenses, telling him that it would require a conside “ You are strangely generous," said the old woman, after able sum of money. “Money!” said Jack, with a look a pause; "yet I believe not the less truly so. Your pro- the most infinite contempt, Damme, * how much w posal, however, is so striking, that I confess myself afraid it take ?"_" About thirty pounds,” answered Stepht to take it.”

Jack said not a word, but, drawing his purse from! “I dare not urge you farther at this time,” said the bosom, counted down thirty guineas in the calmest ma gentleman; “ but will you permit me to see you again ner possible. The bargain was now of course fairly en ere long, and renew my request ?"

cluded, but a question remained to be asked. “WI “God's best peace be with you, sir!" said the old woman, play should you like performed, sir ?" said the obsequi in a kind voice, yet not answering his question directly. Manager, as he pocketed the gold pieces with evident

“ Amen,” said the gentleman, and added nothing far- tisfaction. “ Play!” said Jack, chuckling at the idea ther, beyond taking a simple leave of his hostess, who fol- being “sir'd.” “Let me see. Ay, ay, give us Falst lowed us to the door, and assisted me in helping him to Sir John Falstaff-You have a fellow here who does t' his horse.

devilish well. Ay, ay, sir,” said the tar, with incr “And now," said he, turning to me with a kind smile, sing good humour, as he ran over his theatrical remir "what must be done with you? whither shall we dismiss you ?" “I believe I must see you safely home," was my reply; discourse in full, as I dislike the glaring and shamefaced mot

# I have written the expletives with which the sai'or garnishes or, in other words, I must tax your hospitality for a night. manner of printing them thus—"dme.”, My name is Calvert, and, if you please, Doctor is a good tra regret, in common with all who think rightly on the subjec, L velling addition.”

the general character of the British sailor should be so interro with this inveterate habit and degrading vice.

At the same time

rences, 6 let me bave the old boy with the round fore- Nature have begun “ their work of gladness to contrive,"

astle, built like a Dutch lugger, and lurching like a Spa- who would sit still within doors, nor hasten, at the earliest nish galleop in a heavy sea. Damme! give me Sir John call, to participate in the general joy? Not IFalstaff! What a prime commodore the old fellow would

“ For I have loved the rural walk, through lanes have made had his worship lived in them times. Shiver

Of grassy swarth, close cropp'd by nibbling sheep, my timbers! but I could have sailed the whole 'varsal

And skirted thick with intertexture firm world with him, and stood by him in wreck or fight,

Of thorny boughs; have loved the rural walk lamme, to the last plank!" Having pronounced this euloglum on the character of stout Sir John, the affair was

O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers' brink,

E’er since a truant boy I pass'd my bounds.” closed, and all the arrangements made to Jack's complete satisfaction. One clause in particular was most pointedly Dear as are the inland scenes of merry England, which urged, that not a single soul was to be in the house but none knew better to paint than her beloved Cowper,— himself! “ Remember,” said Jack, "not a lubber of them with all her happy homes“ bosomed high in tufted trees,* must be seen, either in the hold, the shrouds, or the tops, her rich, level meadows, enclosed by well-kept hedges, or, by the Diomede! I'll have him keelhauled by the and bounded by brooks, cottages, and alder-trees what fiddlers !" So saying, the tar departed, mightily pleased are they in the power to soothe, to elevate, and purify the with his bargain, with himself, and with the whole world. soul, compared with the silent majesty and sterner beauty

Night came; a few of the orchestra people took their of Loch Ness, now spread before me, with her vast exaccustomed places; the house was well lighted, and every panse of deep and waveless water, her towering and vathing in readiness, when, just at the hour, Jack burst into riegated rocks, her numerous glens, opening up like narthe lower gallery, and, running across the seats, much in row gullies or ravines, yet filled with smoking huts, fallthe way in which he would have run along the jolly boat, ing streams, and waving trees a wild, and beautiful, and he placed himself, with hat on one side, and arms akimbo, populous solitude ! in the centre of the front bench. By way of overture, he The scenery of the Highlands is usually described after called for “ Jack's Delight” and the “ Sailor's Hornpipe;" the style and fashion of British painters, by pourtraying and these being played to his liking, he bawled out, “Now, the most striking and prominent objects, without regard my lads, clew up your mainsail, and pipe all hands aboard !" to those minor graces and embellishments which soften The curtain immediately drew up, and the play of“ Henry and adorn, if they do not individualize, the scene. By a few Fourth, Part First,” commenced. Jack sat out the first powerful and masterly touches, the leading traits are"bodied scene with a good deal of patience ; but when his fa- forth,” a general resemblance is attained, and neither artist vourite made his appearance in the second scene, along nor author seeks for more. One splendid exception, inwith the Prince,

deed, is to be found in our literature—the poetry of Sir “Three cheers our gallant seaman gave !"

Walter Scott, which has familiarized thousands with every

bush, and brake, and dell within the range of the Troin a tone which would have drowned a dozen Brahams. sachs. But there the spell rests-it extends not farther Sir John bowed low to this token of marked approbation, north. Hence, though strangers, visiting our scenery, are and the play proceeded, while Jack sat with his whole prepared to gaze upon mountains, capt by mist or snow, soal in his eyes, enjoying the rare humour of the “unimi. and to luxuriate by the side of lakes and waterfalls, few tated and inimitable Falstaff.” He continued in evident anticipate wandering through wildernesses of native birch delight as long as Sir John remained on the stage, but and oak, or of witnessing the myriads of Alpine plants and whenever he made his exit, the play was performed in shrubs which here climb the loftiest steeps, and lend an dumb show, and amid a torrent of reproaches from “ the indescribable sweetness and beauty to the landscape. Standaudience,” who kept bawling at the top of his voice to his | ing by these lonely rocks at sunrise, or in a calm summer Grace of Northumberland and other distinguished cha- evening, and contrasting their bare and rugged peaks with racters.--“ Avast there! sheer off, ye lubbers ! Belay the profusion of green, glossy plants, flowering shrubs, and pour jawing tackle, you there with the carving knife! | tangled brushwood, which clothe their sides and cluster Sheer off! sheer off! Bring Falstaff in, and be damned round their bases, a fresh wild fragrance is breathed from to you!" Thus did Jack alternately applaud and condemn cliff and dell, a thousand times more delicious than the during the whole performance. When it was finished, richest perfumes. This exuberance, though most predoand the green “mainsail” had been once more dropped minant in the inland glens and passes, is seldom far dis"on deck,” he rose and was preparing to depart, when one tant. Even in the most dreary and desolate tracts, Naof the players met him at the door of the gallery, and in ture, as it were, redeems herself, and nooks and slips, formed him that all was not over, for that the “ After watered by some solitary rill or spring, blossom forth, like piece was yet to be performed. “ Is Falstaff to be in the “happy island” amidst the Sands of Lybia, to human. it?"_“ No, sir.”—“Oh! then, damn the afterpiece!ize the desert. In the midst of the gorgeous fertility of Good night, good night!" And so saying, he walked out, the south, these oases of the wild would bloom undistinperfectly satisfied with his thirty guineas' worth. guished, but here their soothing and vivifying power is

Stephen Kemble used to relate this anecdote with in deeply felt. They are (speaking fancifully) like the finite glee and humour; and it certainly affords an amu dews and flowers of Milton's genius sprinkling the hoar sing trait illustrative of the character of a class of men austerity of his creed ; or like that exquisite touch of tenwhose equals in bravery and absurdity cannot be found on derness and beauty with which Shakspeare relieves the the face of the globe.

dense horrors brooding over Macbeth's castle

“ This guest of summer,

The temple-haunting martlet, does approve, HIGHLAND SCENERY AND PEASANTRY.

By his loved mansionry, that the heaven's breast By the Editor of the Inverness Courier.

Smells wooingly here." Who has not felt his heart expand and his fancy kin One only drawback is felt iu traversing these moun. dle at the first warm suns and cloudless skies which tell tain scenes. Go where we will, we meet with the low us of the coming spring ? Rough and variable as the black huts of the peasants,—“ murky dens," as Johnson season has hitherto been, we have now a glimpse of “bet calls them, which never fail to convey a dull and painter days." The snow has disappeared from all but the ful feeling to the mind. How different from the snug, loftiest mountains and deepest dells the sun is not only cleanly, white-washed cottages of England ! Nor is this visible, but is felt. A new spirit has gone forth, as cer impression illusory. The condition even of the crofter, or tain of our reformers say; and when all the powers of small farmer, is iuferior to that of the English peasant,

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