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adapt myself to any thing. The sentimental school of 1403, Scotland may be considered as still a barbarous nawriting is popular. I should like to try it:
tion. The feudal system,' &c. &c. Or there is the com"• It was on one of the loveliest evenings of August, an mencement descriptivehour before the sun had set, that Rosalie stood on the “ Heavens! they are ringing the dinner bell, and I am banks of the Garonne, watching the approach of a gaily as yet only beginning. When, 0 when ! shall I see my pennoned little boat, which came slowly on against the monumentum exaclum, my kingdom conquered, my crown stream. She knew that it contained her lover, and that of glory won ?"
H. G. B. it was freighted, therefore, with her whole store of worldly happiness ; for Rosalie was at that bewitching age, when the treasures of the heart pour themselves freely ont, and REMARKS OX GAMBLING, WITH SOME ALLUSIONS bless the giver no less than the receiver." (An admirable'
TO A DIRTY STORY. moral reflection, which will immediately gain me the
late of the Royal Irish Dragoons. reader's confidence.) "The boat at length drew near with its tiny fags glittering in the auburn light' (the auburn You're right, old boy.' Enough of play I've seen in light,' tine) like so many Lilliputian rainbows. It grates my time. And deep play, too, never doubt me. Wasn't upon the white pebbles; it touches the green bank; the I kept lying as a prisoner at large, for ten long years, in sails are furled. Like a young sea-god, the delighted Paris, and isn't there a Palais Royal there ? And wasn't Conrad leaps ashore. Another moment, and they are I at Vienna at the last Congress? And weren't old locked in each other's arms,- in a long and pure einbrace.' Blucher and our own Dukė, God bless him! the devil's (I might here introduce a quotation either from Petrarch own hands for a tight set-to ? And didn't I see there, about • alma gentile,' or from Rousseau about paisible and at Aix-la-Chapelle, on my way back, enough of my et douce jouissance.')** How can they ever forget that sun
old friends of the Palais Royal ? Och! and you may set hour upon their own Garonne? Though family feuds say it,' I have seen something of play in my time. bare disunited their fathers, their souls are made for each "Well, then, you ask me what I think of this hubbaboo ether. May no rude storm break upon the calm of their that has beea kept up about ou ears in this dirty little felicity! Suddenly a horn rings through the neighbour town of yours. Faith and troth, if you had asked me ing wood. “ It is my brother's! He is returning with with our legs under the mahogany, I would have told his attendants from the hunti Fly, Conrad'; unloose the you quietly, that you are much readier with your tongues moorings of your barge, and' away! :' Hark! I hear al- than your triggers, on this side the water. But you have ready the tramp of their horses ! See! see! they come !" written me a civil card about this same, so I suppose I The moorings were unloosed; and Conrad hard impressed must be after answering yon' in a quieter fashion; and a wild and burning kiss upon the lip of Rosalie when so, though I have neither the learning of old Daines Barthe young St Germaine galloped to the spot, calling upon rington, (as, sure, I have not half his ill humour,) nor of his followers to second him. He flung himself from his my old inessmate Napier, (and sare I had not half his steed, with a dark frown upon his brow, and bared' his devilry, when his friends at Dublin sent him to school, well-tried weapon. But, with a bound, Conrad leaped just to keep him out of harm's way,) I'll just be telling on board, and gave his sails to the breeze. He'leaped not you what I think of the matter, and the readier that it's alone; St Germaine, too, was in the boat. Just then the a damned canting set ye are, one and all, and much the lagging servants arrived; but the wind and tide had waft- better you would be of having a little truth tuld you any ed the obedient pinnace from the shore, and they were too how. late to stop its progress. But fierce was the struggle
· I don't know how it is, but there's a world of differ-they witnessed as it sailed away." The two young war ence betwixt' our own little island aud the continent. I riors fought like two hyænas. : At length, however, stpud Ireland out of the question, because that is clean and Germaine's sword was seen to fly froin his exhausted clear a place by itself.
But as to Great Britain, it's all stasp. It gleamed for a moment above the blue Garonne, decent, regular, quiet, sober people you are, with a certain thea fell with a splash into its waters. Bat Conrad wish way of living, and obliged to work hard for it. Now, all ed not for his enemy's life; the pointed to the prow, where over the continent, there is a pretty neat heap of fellows St Germaine threw himself down in gloomy silence. The--good, strapping, gentlemanlike fellows-who have noconqueror took his station at the helm, and steered away thing but their own wits to live on. with his prisoner towards his paternal domains, but first of the little pocket-pieces of sovereigns, that one meets turned round and waved his 'heron-plumed tap to the al- with everywhere, are just bot-beds for breeding suchlike, most fainting Rosalie.'
tull as they are of smalb nobles, who have little to live * What an exquisite first chaptor ! Ransack every cir: 00, and dare not trade decently for fear of losing their culating library in the kingdom, and show me one tw ranks and of soldiers-brave and clever enough, but compare with it. I think I may say, without vanitý, ttrat with pay that won't keep thein 'in clean shirts.
And I am very nearly a universal genius: "Can' there be any over and above all, there are the licensed gaming tables, thing more different than these two openings, and yet how where every one inny play for what he likes, and the matchless are both!. There are also other ways of begin- more the merrier, for the government gets a tax from ning. There is the corn mencement familiar, as for ex
them. Now, look to the upshot. There comes to be a ample :- Do you really imagine, Sir John," said Lady regular class who live tit or by the gaming table, and it Bevil,“ have you really the vanity to suppose, that I'will
shoots so many polypiis-like fibres into the great mass of Listen for a moment to any thing you can say upon the society, that you cannot tell where the honest set leave subject ?'_ Certainly not, replied the meek and peace- fuif
, and the rogues begin. Bat, if I might venture on able mıssaio ; * I never presumed, Lady Bevil, to put my stating my own belief, I would say, that it is more diffijudgment on a level with yours; but I thought that cult to meet op the continent with one who is quite and though the coachman did stay three minutes behind his away the clean potato, but that it's seldom you'll meet time, you might try him once more before you disinissed with such devil's own pigeons as here at home. him.' _Fie! Sir John! Yoa have no more brains than And reison good. Mind me, I'm not speaking of Lona tom cat, and yet you are always meddling with things don now—that's a ticklish chapter ;-I'm speaking of you don't understand. It is a lucky thing you have got a your own decent little Presbyterian sort of a half capital. wife to take care of you, Sir John.'— Then there is the Now, in the first place, you're all so good, that any perwomencement circumstantial, as thus :-Our hero was son who plays above twopence a-point long whist, must the son of a respectable merchant, who resided in the city do it under the rose ; so that any one who has any itchuf Bristol. His grand father,' &c. &c. Again, there is ing for high play, must swallow, in the first place, a douthe commencement historical ; for instance, ' In the year ble dose of hypocrisy, and that ruius him out and out
And the courts
even though he continue what the world calls honest.clients, whose business accounts are paid once in ten Next, when a man does take to cheating--and there never years, who all this while, on the strength of a cash acwas one who played often, and deep, and well, who did count, and kite bills, are keeping a splendid house, and not take to it in the long run—he has, in this same town, breeding your children to be leaders of fashion; in strino class of society into which he can be received as a ving thus to blind the populace, and trusting to a distant player. He must continue ostensibly a man of business, and desperate chance, what are you but a gambler ? or of fortune. His superior skill, even though it go no You ! who launch out into the wide sea of trade with. farther, is carefully veiled. He pursues his schemes in out a capital, and trust to making your fortune by a the solitary silence of his own consciousness, without any couple of bankruptcies, what are you but a dishonest one upon whom he can look and say, " Thou art like unto gambler ?
So you see that there is a difference between a You! who opening a banking office without capital of gambler on the continent, and here with us. There, he your own, speculate in the funds upon other men's mois a nuisance-a licensed, and a pestilential nuisance - ney, though liable every moment to a run, careless of the corrupting the inmost core of society: here, he dares not ruin of the widow and the orphan, whose little peculium be seen in open day. And well that it is so ; for how has been deposited with you, what are you if not a much healthier the tone of society where vice is ashamed gambler ? to show its front, and where we may not unfrequently You ! who, indulging in dreams of future literary ex. meet with those who not only bid defiance to its seducertion, live luxuriously upon borrowed money, are you tions, but who have lived in pure and happy ignorance not a gambler ? of its existence, and where the degradation of him who You! who, paid by the country to administer justice, falls is of a tenfold degree! Hypocrisy-consciousness yawn on the bench when kept five minutes longer than that no one can sympathise with what he really is--wi- usual from your forenoon hand at whist, choose your own thers up all that is human within him. Utter selfishness name. -the only true and incurable moral cancer-for ever eats Let us hear no more, then, of a paltry matter, to which at his heart.
the gossiping propensities of a provincial town have lent Perbaps you will say, that there are very few such in an undue degree of importance; and, above all, let us hear Scotland. Sorry am I to say, that I think there are a no more vapouring on the part of the press about its ingood many. The current of life glides tranquil, and seem- dependence and daring in giving the circumstance publiingly pure, around us ; but seek to fathom its depths, and city. Independence ! there might have been some in reyou will tell another story. I do not speak of this child's fusing to gratify the universal craving for this gossip. play--this Jury Trial, and the piddling play in which it “ Daring, indeed! much daring there is about the mathad its origin. That is, indeed, much noise, and little ter." wool. The affair is simply this :-A few gentlemen occasionally play a little deeper than their after reflection can justify, or than is altogether decorous. One of them
A THING OF SHREDS AND PATCHES. -God knows why-it does not seem to have been so much from want of money, as from an innate propensity
To the Editor of the Edinburgh Literary Journal. to remove a card from the bottom to the top of the Sir, I beg to inform you, that my Common-Place pack-takes undue advantages of his companions. An- Book has been declared, by many of my friends, to be a other, who has lost more than he can well afford, con very uncommon-place book. I am an old literary idler, vinced that there has been foul play, demands his money -a bachelor, and of independent fortune. I do not mean back again, and obtains it. The offender, not contented to say, however, that I am a man of talent; thank Heaven! with being quietly sent to Coventry by his friends, de I have no talent. I read every thing, but write pothing mands that their verdict be publicly and solemnly ratified -nothing original, I mean ; for I write a great deal of by the sentence of a court of justice, " and has his wish what others have first written for me. I am a wretched allowed.” What is here to wonder at? That young men composer, but an admirable selector. It was a remark of should be imprudent? or that once in a quarter of a cen. either an ancient or modern philosopher, (I am not sure tury a knave should be discovered ? Had this been all, which, but I know it was a philosopher's remark,) that you might have waited till doomsday for my remarks on there was never a book published out of which something the subject. But there is more behind.
useful might not be gleaned. I entirely coincide with the The public opinion has on this occasion been freely | philosopher, and upon this principle I have acted for the and fairly announced, that the gambler is a dangerous last fifteen years. Put any thing in the shape of a book and detestable character. But this is not enough, unless into my hands, from an encyclopædia down to a cheap we settle who the gambler is. Not he, surely, who, for tract; from Sir Walter Scott's “ Ivanhoe” down to Galt's his amusement, indulges occasionally in a game where “ Annals of the Parish ;" from Lord Byron's “ Childe skill, or chance, or a mixture of both, may assign him the Harold” down to Campbell's “ Ti zodric;" from Plato's victory. Such games, to a certain extent, are not only in “ Idea of a Perfect Republic” down to MacCulloch's nocent, but useful; many of them exercise and sharpen Lectures on “ Political Economy;" and there is not a the wits, all of them may teach command of temper. It single volume among the whole from which I shall not is, therefore, only in excess that they are an evil. But be induced to make some extracts. You may call it certainly risking a portion of our fortune greater than trifling, if you will, but it is innocent and useful trifling; prudence warrants, on the chance of gaining what there and I would rather be a virtuoso in thoughts and sentiis no credit in so gaining, if shameful when done by the ments, than in butterflies or old coins. Without farther instrumentality of cards and dice, is not the less shame- preface, I shall give you a sample of the contents of this ful when effected by some other instrument. It is the Common-Place Book of mine, and flatter myself that habitual indulgence in the excitement of having a great your readers may find among them a few passages worthy sum on the hazard, or the endeavour to raise one's self in of remembering, and of transference, perhaps, to the the scale of wealth by a lucky chance, instead of honest albums kept either by themselves or their fair cousins. industry, that constitutes gambling, and every one to whom these charges can be brought home is a gambler.
Waller._Waller did not marry the Lady Dorothea You ! who lately began the world without a farthing, Sidney, eldest daughter of the Earl of Leicester, whom who are obliged to make a continual outlay for your he courted by all the poetry in which Sacharissa is cele
brated_a word derived from the Latin appellation of Our friend the Lieutenant here begins to write a better style, which will convince the reader that the roletness.ee che previous easier conquest. It has not been discovered that his wife
sugar. When he had lost all hopes of her, he found an affected
STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
was won by his poetry. He doubtless praised some whom that, not seeing the overture was in two sharps, the leader he would have been afraid to marry, and perhaps mar of the band actually played in one flat! But the sighs ried one whom he would have been ashamed to praise. and sobs of the groaning audience, and the noise of the Many qualities contribute to domestic happiness, upon corks drawn from the smelling bottles, prevented the miswhich poetry has no colours to bestow ; and many airs take being discovered. One hundred and nine ladies and sallies may delight the imagination, which he who fainted ! forty-six went into fits! and ninety-five had flatters them can never approve. There are charms made strong hysterics ! Future ages will scareely credit the only for distant admiration. No spectacle is nobler than truth, when they hear, that fourteen children, five old woa blaze.-Johnson's Lives of the Poets.
men, one hundred tailors, and six common-council men, Autie. - J'ai trois sortes d'amis ; les amis qui were drowned in the inundation of tears that flowed from m'aiment, les amis à qui je suis indifférent, et les amis the galleries, the slips, and the boxes, into the pit! And qui me détestent.-- Voltaire.
what is more melancholy, their bodies bave not yet been SOPHOCLES.—The ungrateful and impious children of found! An act of Parliament should certainly be got to ** Sophocles summoned him before the judges, on the pre- prevent her from acting.-Old Irish Paper.
tence of lunacy, that they might obtain a decree to take LIBERTY OF THought.-Philosophy, wisdom, and li
possession of his estate. He made no other defence than berty, support each other ; he who will not reason, is a 2 by reading the tragedy of “ (Edipus at Colonna,” which bigot; he who cannot, is a fool ; and he who dares not, is a
he was then composing. The judges were delighted with slave.-Preface to Sir William Drummond's Academical
the performance, and he carried his cause unanimously. Questions. - This would be a good subject for a poem.---Rutherford's PROPER CHOICE OF AssociATES.For a man of high View of Ancient History, Vol. II.
qualities, it is rare to find a meet companion ; painful and Brevitas Vitæ.--Cum per magna camporum spatia injurious to want one. Solitude exasperates or deadens porrigeret exercitum, nec numerum ejus, sed mensuram the heart, perverts or enervates the faculties; association
comprehenderet Persarum rex insolentissimus, lacrimas with inferiors leads to dogmatism in thought, and self* profudit, quod intra centum annos nemo ex tanta juven.. will even in affections. Rousseau never should have lived tute superfuturus esset.Seneca-De Brev. Vitæ, cap. in the Val de Montmorenci; it had been good for War
burton that Hurd had not existed ; for Johnson never to
have known Boswell or Davis.-Life of Schiller.
LINES TO A SPIDER RUNNING ACROSS A ROOM.
Thou poisonous rascal! running at this rate,
O'er the perplexing desert of a mat,
Scrambling and scuttling on thy scratchy legs,
Like a scared miser with his money bags ;
Thou thief-thou scamp—thou hideous much in little,
Bearing away the plunder of a spittle,
Caitiff of corners,----doer of dark deeds,
Mere lump of poison lifted on starved threads,
That, while they run, go shuddering here and there,
As if abhorring what they're forced to bear,
I have thee now ;-I have thee here full blown
Thou lost old wretch, benighted by the noon!
What dost thou think—what dost thou say? Dost see
Providence hanging o'er thee—to wit, me?
Dost Mes SIDDONS.-On Saturday, Mrs Siddons, about
ear? Dost shrink with all thine eyes, to view whom all the world has been talking, made her first ap
The shadowy threat of mine avenging shoe? pearance here in the all-tearful character of Isabella. From Now, now it comes; one pang, and thou wilt lie the repeated panegyrics in the impartial London papers,
Flat as the sole that treads thy gorged impurity. we were taught to expect the sight of a heavenly angel ;
The Liberal, No. 4. but how were we supernaturally surprised into the most The Famous BONONIAN ÆNIGMA.VÆlia Laelia Cris. awful joy at beholding a mortal goddess! The house was pis, nec vir, nec mulier, nec androgyna; nec puella, nec crowded with hundreds more than it could hold, with juvenis, nec anus ; nec casta, nec meretrix, nec pudica, thousands of admiring spectators that went without a sed omnia: sublata neque fama, neque ferro, neque veneno, sight. This extraordinary phenomenon of tragic excel- sed omnibus : nec coelo, nec terris, nec aquis, sed ubique lence! this star of Melpomene! this comet of the stage! jacet. Lucius Agatho Priscius, nec maritus, nec amator, this sun of the firmament of the Muses ! this moon of nec necessarius; neque mærens, neque gaudens, neque flens; blank verse! this queen and princess of tears ! this Don- hanc nec molem, nec pyramidem, nec sepulchrum, sed ellan of the poisoned bowl! this empress of the pistol and omnia, scit et nescit cui posuerit. Of this riddle the foldagger! this chaos of Shakspeare! this world of weeping lowing solutions have been suggested among many others; clouds! this Juno of commanding aspects ! this Terpsi- the last appears the best. 1st, Niobe turned into stone. chore of the curtains and scenes! this Proserpine of tire | 2d, A Eunuch. 3d, The philosopher's stone. 4th, Lot's and earthquake! this Katterfelto of wonders ! exceeded Wife. 5th, A lawsuit. 6th, Three different dead bodies. expectation, went beyond belief, and soared above all the - Encyc. Brit. natural powers of description! She was nature itself! An Advice.---Let not the creaking of shoes, nor the
She was the very daisy, primrose, tuberose, sweetbriar, rustling of silks, betray thy poor heart to women.-Shak· furze-blossom, gilliflower, wallflower, cauliflower, auri- speare. cula, and rosemary! In short, she was the banquet of
A MATRIMONIAL SECRET.-- You may ride us Parnassus ! When she came to the scene of parting with
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs, ere her wedding-ring, the very fiddlers in the orchestra, “albeit unused to the melting mood," blubbered, like bungry
With spur we heat an acre.--Idem. children for their bread and butter; and when the bell WINTER.-I am surprised to see people think it matter rang for music between the acts, the tears ran from the of congratulation that winter is going; or, it coming, is bassoon-player's eyes in such plentiful showers, that they not likely to be a severe one. On the contrary, I put up choked the finger-stops, and, making a spout of the in a petition annually, for as much snow, hail, frost, or strument, poured in such torrents on the fiddlers' books, storm, of one kind or other, as the skies can possibly afford
Surely every body is aware of the divine pleasures Italian, German, Greek, Hebrew, Sanscrit, and Malayan which attend a winter fireside ;-candles at four o'clock, tongues. These, however, I reserve for a future opporwarm hearth-rugs, tea, a fair tea-maker, shutters closed, tunity, and am, with great respect, your obedient servant, curtains flowing in ample draperies on the floor, while
PERTINAX PRIMROSE. the wind and rain are raging audibly without “ And at the doors and windows seem to call,
DIORAMA OF THE CITY OF ROUEN.
We had a private view of this new Diorama on ThursWhence sweeter grows our rest, secure in massy hall.” day, which is at once very beautiful, and entirely differAll these are items in the description of a winter even
ent from those which have preceded it. It is the fourth
that has been exhibited in Edinburgh,—Chartres Catheing which must surely be familiar to every one born in a high latitude. And it is evident that most of these deli-dral, the Valley of Sarnem, and the Chapel of Holyrood, cacies, like ice cream, require a very low temperature of having successively attracted that attention to which, as the atmosphere to produce them; they are fruits which beautiful specimens of a new and interesting art, they cannot be ripened without weather stormy and inclement, ley of Sarnem was the most successful, though we confess
were so well entitled. Of the three, we believe the Val. I am not “particular," as people say, whether it be snow or black frost, or wind so strong that you may lean your the moonlight view of the Chapel of Holyrood was our
favourite. back against it like a post. I can put up even with rain,
There appears, however, to have been a feelprovided it rains cats and dogs, but something of the sort
ing on the part of the public that it was scarcely worth I must have, and if I have it not, I think myself in a
while paying to see a pictorial representation of a build. manner ill used; for why am I called on to pay so hea- | ing which stands at our own doors. This feeling, which vily for winter in coals and candles, and various priva
was nevertheless founded on error, cannot operate in the tions that will occur even to gentlemen, if I am not to
slightest degree against the present Diorama. Though have the article good of its kind ? Noma Canadian win
we and some others have been in Rouen, it is an entireter for my money, or a Russian one, where every man is ly new scene for the multitude, and is one of the fairbut a co-proprietor with the north wind in the fee-simple, est and most picturesque wbich France affords. The of his own ears. Indeed, so great an epicure am I in this windings of the fine river on which the city stands,
with its new stone bridge and ancient bridge of boats, matter, that I cannot relish a winter night fully, if it be much past St Thomas's Day, and have degenerated into
—the romantic appearance of Rouen itself, formerly the disgusting tendencies to vernal appearances.
Let it be capital of Normandy, with its high old houses, vene
rable cathedrals, and long winding streets,—the surdivided by a thick wall of dark nights from all return of light and sunshine. From the latter weeks of Oetoberrounding scenery, rich and varied in no ordina degree,
with hill and dale, wood and meadow,- all conspire to Christmas Eve, therefore, is the period during which happiness is in season, which, in my judgment, enters the
to afford noble scope for the genius of the artist, and room with the tea-tray; for tea, though ridiculed by those
to present a view which, when once seen, is not likely to who are naturally of coarse nerves, or are become so from
be soon forgotten. M. Bouton has also contrived to wine-drinking, and are not susceptible of influence from heighten the interest of the picture by the beautiful effect so refined a stimulant, will always be the favourite beve- of shifting light traversing the whole of it, and exhibitrage of the intellectual ; and, for my part, I would have ing different parts in alternate shade and sunshine as
the clouds flit over it. The sky is powerfully painted ; joined Dr Johnson in a bellum internecinim against Jonas Hanway, or any other impious person who should pre
and a rainbow, which gradually appears and again dissume to disparage it.-Confessions of an English Opium- appears, completes the delusion of the whole scene. We Eater.
should not be at all surprised to learn that the popularity LASSITUDE.— There are heavy hours when the mind of of this exhibition exceeds that of any of a similar nature a man of letters is unhinged; when the intellectual facul- hitherto presented to us. ties lose all their elasticity, and nothing but the siinplest actions are adapted to their enfeebled state. At such
ORIGINAL POETRY, hours, it is recorded of the great Mendelsohn, that he would stand at the window and count the tiles of his neighbour's house.--Israeli.
A LOVE SONG. EXPERIENCE.-No man ever obtains more from his most zealous endeavours, than a painful conviction of his
By the late James Hislop. own defects.-Johnson.
[In Mr M‘Diarmid's “Sketches from Nature" there is an interest
ing Memoir of the late James Hislop. Many of our readers will be WISE Wishes. Qui peut tout ce qu'il veut,
glad to see one of his unpublished Poems in the Literary Journal. Veut plus ce qu'il doit.-- Corneille, We shall probably present them, ere long, with a short biographical
notice of the Author, with some inore of his relics.] AN EGYPTIAN CUSTOM.-- The Egyptians had a' custome not unmete to bee used at the carowsing banquets; How sweet the dewy bell is spread, their manner was, in the midst of their feasts, to bave Where Spango's mossy streams are lavin', brought before them an anatomie of a dead body, dried, The heathery locks o' deepenin' red that the sight and horror thereof, putting them in minde
Around the mountain brow aye
wavin'! to what passe themselves should one day come, might con Here, on the sunny mountain side, taine them in modestie. But, peradventure, things are Dear Jassie, we'll lie down thegither, fallen so far from their right course, that that device will Where Nature spreads luve's crimson bed, not so well serve their turn, as if the carowsers of these
Among the bonny bloomin' heather. later dayes were perswaded, as Mahomet perswaded his followers, when he forbad them the drinking of wine, Lang hae I wish'd, my lovely maid, that in every grape there dwelt a divell. But when they Amang thae fragrant wilds to lead ye; have taken their cups, it seameth that many of them doe And now, aneath my tartan plaid, fear neither the divell nor any thing else. --Barclay's Fe How blest I lie wi' you aside me! licitie of Man.
And art thou happy, dearest, speak?
Wi' me aneath the tartan plaidie, I must now conclude, Mr Editor, although, to prove Yes; that dear glance, sae saft and meek, my learning, I might have given you quotations in the Resigns thee to thy shepherd laddie,
The saftness o' the gentle dove,
He wept-for he gazed on the window, too,
Where the morning sunbeams loved to break;
While within, embosom'd all warm and true,
With his arms around his sister's neck,
In boyhood's love, pure, calm, and deep
As summer lake, he was wont to sleep ;
And he saw the woodbine with pleasant wile,
That around his chamber kindly crept,
And the rosy brier, that used to smile
Into the window where he had slept ;-
His soul was sad—to his eye they seem
To hang down their heads, and to weep for him.
Now he moves towards home-his pace is slowThus o'er my cheek thy ringlets spread,
How changed since in youth's fresh morn of brightness, How happy, happy 'mang the heather !
With bosom pure as a wreath of snow,
And step like its falling flake in lightness,
He hied him home at this sweet hour,
As swift as the bird to its peaceful bower!
In humble wreaths from the mansion came
The smoke-the indwellers' spirits resembling, Or let one tear mine eyelids steep,
Which, warm and direct from souls of flame,
But mingled much with fear and trembling,
Arose upon the winged air
With the pious and patriarchal prayer.
It seem'd but yesterday, so IKT,
Since that youth, with bosom kind and calm,
At such an hour bad join'd the prayer,
And mingled his voice in the evening psalm.
How changed !-He hears his father mourn,
“O God! bid my Prodigal Boy return!"
He rush'd into that hallow'd dome,
His sire and sister arose from their knees,
To their dwelling of purity and peace ;-
Their pious prayer seem'd heard of Heaven-
The returning Prodigal was forgiven.
Glasgow, 10th May, 1830.
T. B. J.
LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.
CHARLES LAMB, the author of Essays by Elia, is preparing for Farewell! I'd rather launch my bark
publication a volume of poems, under the title of Album VersesUpon the angry ocean billow,
about as bad a title as we can well conceive. 'Mid wintry winds and tempests dark,
A new work on the noble science of eating and drinking, to be enti
tled the Cook's Dictionary, and Housekeeper's Directory, by Richard Than make thy faithless breast my pillow; Dolby, of the Thatched House Tavern, is announced. Thy broken vow now cannot bind,
Şix Lectures on Painting, delivered at the Royal Academy by the Thy streaming tears no more can move me, late Henry Fuseli, and now first published from the original MSS., And thus I turn from thee to find
are in the press. A heart that may more truly love me.
A new novel is announced, under the title of Foreign Exclusives in London,
A new edition of Godwin's Caleb Williams is about to appear, the THE PRODIGAL.
last impression having been long since exhausted.
The author of Richelieu is at present employed with another He sat him alone on a silent hill,
work, which will appear speedily, under the name of De L'Orme. A beautiful lake before him lay,
Maxwell, a Tale of the Middle Ranks, by the author of Sayings Whence rush'd a wild and wandering rill,
and Doings, is nearly ready.
ounces the Like some young thing that has gone astray ;
Revolt of the Angels, a dramatic poem. And it mourn'd and murmur'd, as if fain
The Hon. Mis Norton, authoress of The Sorrows of Rosalie, has For the parent lake of its peace again.
just ready for publication her poem called The Undying One. The
story, we understand, resembles in some respects the legend of the He wept--for he turn'd to the cottage white
Wandering Jew; but though the scene is in the present day, the That was gleaming through the garden bowers,
narrative is said to relate to events and mysteries which have hap
pened in many ages and countries. Beneath the mellowing moonbeam's light;
ILLUSTRATIONS OF THE WAVERLEY NOVELS. We are happy to There-in holier, happier hours,
observe a visible amendment in the ornamental department of the At this still twilight-tide, he lay,
interesting edition of these works now in the course of publication. And dreamt the dreams of his childhood's day. The arrangement in the frontispiece to the last volume (representing
Lady Ashton cutting the ribbon at which hung the piece of gold This gentleman is already favourably known to the readers of broken between Lucy and Ravenswood when they plighted their the Literary Journal, as a poetical contributor, under the signature troth) is fine, and it is particularly well engraved. In the forthcoof “W.W."
ming Number, there is an engraving of Leslie's picture of which