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Court of Van Diemen's Land, the result of which was unfavourable to the Captain. We could quote whole 4 Political and Historical Account of Lower Canada ;

with Remarks on the Present Situation of the People, pages, in which the chronicling of these petty disputes is

as regards their Manners, Character, Religion, gc. only varied by tedious statements as to wind and weather.

&c. By a Canadian. London. William Marsh and When he comes to describe the Tonga Islands and their

Alfred Miller, 1830. 8vo. Pp. 275. inbabitants, he makes, without ceremony, a literal transcript of part of Mariner's work, which occupies about a The colony of which we are now favoured with an acfourth of the second volume. In short, he seems to over. count, from a person born and long resident in it, is at

look almost entirely the chief purport of his Narrative, till present an object of anxious interest to this country. : he notices his arrival in Mannicola, about the middle Colonies, in general, are delicate subjects for a govern

of the second volume. Here, therefore, we have an au ment's management. The inhabitants possess the same thor, avowedly actuated by a wish to promote the inte- rights in the soil, and live under nearly the same laws,

rests of science, and yet indulging in lengthened details as their fellow-citizens in the mother country. But their = of his personal brawls,-taking credit to himself for en distant situation necessarily cools the warmth of that sym

gaging in a voyage of discovery, intended to solve a ques- pathy, which makes a whole nation feel, in right and in tion which has caused a division of opinion for forty wrong, as one man ; and a sturdy sort of spirit is thus years, and yet nearly inhumating his leading design un- engendered, which bows with reluctance, especially to an

der a mass of extraneous and tedious discussion,—pro- executive like ours, in which the popular voice, the voice · fessing to make us acquainted “ with human nature un of the co-equals of the colonists, has so potential an influder a new aspect, and with tracts, never before fully ex

Witness our former colonies in America, which plored," and yet actually borrowing his most important separated from us the m ment that the removal of the

hints from a work long before the public, and already French power from Canada left them less dependent upon 5 widely circulated. Captain Dillon may be, as he else our protection. There were, no doubt, grievances on the

where modestly affirms," a plain seaman,” but he has part of the Americans, and misunderstandings on both certainly been initiated most effectually into the mystery sides, but the main cause of the rupture was, that Jona

of forming bulky compilations out of comparatively very than, our eldest born and dearly beloved, had come of age, = scraggy materials.

The substance of the present two oc —that his proud spirit had outgrown the application of tavo volumes, so far as they relate to Pérouse, night birch and ferula, and that he was resolved to set up in have easily been compressed into a small duodecimo. business for himself. This resolution was powerfully

But what are the proofs which Captain Dillon has strengthened, when his venerable Mamma, like the Hon. really recovered as to the fate of Pérouse? In his anxiety Mrs Byron, flung the tongs at his head, in the course of to obtain relics of this unfortunate navigator, he has load a discussion respecting some household arrangements.

ed his catalogue of curiosities with many articles, which There are some circumstances in our relations to Lower e assuredly cannot aid him in any way. How“ the shank Canada, which render our connexion with it even more + or socket of a copper candlestick," " iron adzes of native delicate than is usually the case. It is a colony which

manufacture,” “ several pieces of broken glass,” “ a piece has become ours by conquest, and contains a large popuof earthen brick," et multa alia hujusmodi, can assist lation, chiefly of a different origin, and speaking a differhis views in bringing home the matter to Pérouse, we ent language, from ourselves. It is flanked and outare somewhat at a loss to conceive. We willingly admit, Hanked by the territories of the United States; and the that the recovery from the natives of Mannicola of seve frontier line is not particularly susceptible of an easy deral articles bearing the stamp of the fleur-de-lis, under- fence. Nor are the jealousies, occasioned by the difference stood exclusively to designate the property of the French of race and language between the governors and governed, crown, seems to warrant the conclusion that the vessels merely prospective and possible. We had learned from the Wrecked on this island were French men-of-war. And debates in Parliament, from the puffing and blowing in our unless it can be established, (which, judging from the in- political journals, (especially the Westminster,) and we have terviews between Captain Dillon and the natives, ap- it now confirmed by a native Canadian, that there have been pears hardly possible,) that some other vessels belonging serious differences in the colony between the Executive and to France were wrecked in the South Pacific Ocean the inhabitants. It is a pity Captain Hall did not extend about the same period, the presumption naturally enough to the Lower Canadians the blessings of that eloquence,

arises, that the articles obtained could have only belonged which he poured into the ears of their Upper brethren - either to the Boussole or the L'Astrolabe. This presump-“ till the rude seas grew civil at his song,” respecting the * tion might have been considerably strengthened had Cap- benefits of a dutiful and polite carriage towards Great

tain Dillon adopted proper measures regarding the seve Britain, which, in reference to the French Canadians, we ral brass guns which he also procured. These were ne suppose ourselves bound, by all the rules of analogy, to cessarily numbered ; and on application to the Register call the step-mother country. But since he did not, and of the Arsenal at which the vessels of Pérouse had been may possibly entertain qualms of conscience as to the confitted out, the guns might have been recognised as part of venience and expediency of again trusting himself ou the the equipment. This obvious course, however, Captain American side of the Atlantic, some other person must Dillon did not follow, though the defect is partially re undertake the task ; and to that person, whoever he be, medied by the testimony of Viscount Lesseps, the only we would recommend our Canadian's work as a sort of person of Pérouse's expedition known to be alive. He vade mecum, or reading-made-easy, to be duly studied be

was attached to it only twenty-six months, and was land fore entering upon his task. = ed at Kamschatka, in order to carry to France accounts Seriously, we think the work now before us of some 1 of the voyage up to that period. From his statements, moment, both on account of the importance of its subject,

and from other minor considerations unnecessary to be and the great quantity of information it contains regarddetailed, we think that Captain Dillon has completed his ing a country, with the condition and relations of which task, as far as it is capable of being completed—for even we are not so much acquainted as we ought to be. The now it is impossible to arrive at any positive conclusion. reader will find in it a distinct view of the situation and

While we cheerfully make this admission, we cannot boundaries of Lower Canada, its natural products, and Tetract our objections to the utility of the expedition it-its facilities for production and commerce. There are sell, nor to the mode in which the Narrative before us also pretty complete notices of its civil history, the density has been prepared.

of its population, the physical, moral, and religious characteristics and manners of its inhabitants. The state of law and legislation occupies, in like manner, a considerable portion of the author's attention; and, connected


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with these, we have disquisitions regarding the most likely a friend's letter on some interesting point; or music might mode of affording due facilities to the settlement on the be resumed. Near the conclusion, a hymn, chapter and waste lands by inhabitants of the densely peopled districts, exposition, and prayer. The whole entertainment, on no and by emigrants from the mother country. The author account, to last more than four hours; so that family

and is—and we like him the better for it—a Canadian in his performed. Next morning every one would awaken re

other duties may be afterwards cheerfully and pleasantly feelings, as well as in the extent of his local knowledge. freshed, and the more fitted for arduous business, by the It will be necessary, therefore, for any one who seeks to temperate and rational recreation of the preceding day." make himself master of this subject, to check his state This is amusing enough, and proves pretty clearly that ments, and complete his narrative, from the works of others the temperance gentlemen have no intention of depriving who have enjoyed the same opportunities of acquiring themselves of all the creature comforts. Here we have knowledge, and from the information lately elicited on the very head and front of temperance societies talking several occasions by different committees of our Parlia- of a dinner of three courses, consisting of soups, fish,

roast meat, boiled meat, game, cheese, sweetmeats, &c.

&c., and deliberately telling us that music ought always On the Extent and Remedy of National Intemperance. By

to accompany a full meal,—the food of love and a crammed

stomach! John Dunlop, Esq. Glasgow. William Collins. 1829.

The appendix to Mr Dunlop's pamphlet is principally 8vo. Pp. 123.

composed of notices favourable to his cause, extracted It would appear that the vice of intemperance is more from the American journals. The following paragraph prevalent in America than in any other quarter of the from the “ Journal of Commerce," sounds rather oddly globe. Luckily, however, for the people there, the higher in British ears : and middle classes are determined to wipe off this reproach if possible, and have already, by the powerful aid of Tem “ A gentleman with his sister rode out a few mornings perance Societies, been the means of checking, in no small since for an airing, and stopped at one of the most frequented degree, this besetting sin of the Americans. In some

taverns on the island, where he saw a dozen young gentle

men in the bar-room, with each a glass of milk and a cracker parts of the United States, the success of these societies (a kind of biscuit.] The landlord remarked that he had sold has been quite extraordinary. This is principally to be ten dollars' worth of milk that morning!" attributed to the fact, that gentlemen of the highest re

Whether this Arcadian state of things will ever be atspectability, on purpose to influence the lower classes by tained in Glasgow, we shall not attempt to prophesy; a good example—which goes a far way in a case of this kind—have entirely given up the use of wine and ardent lop and his friends have laid out for themselves will be

but one thing is certain, that the work which Mr Dunspirits, and, for a considerable time back, have abstained, both at home and abroad, from partaking of any liquid

no sinecure, and must, in all probability, be the labour of

years. However, their cause may succeed, and if so, after dinner, except a glass of water !

This spirit of temperance” has fortunately been wafted they will have achieved a great good. across the Atlantic, and is making a fair progress among our friends in the west. In the work of reformation, National Work, under the Patronage of several Members John Dunlop, Esq. leads the van. We had occasion lately to notice a poem from the pen of this gentleman, entitled

of the Highland Society of Scotlund. The Breeds of

our different Domestic Animals, engraved from Portraits “ Oliver Cromwell," and also a volume called “ A Glance at London, Brussels, and Paris, by a Provincial Scots

painted from Life, by Howe. Edinburgh. To be

1829-30. man.” On the interesting subject of drunkenness, he has

published in Parts. now produced a pamphlet of 120 pages. The first fifty This is an interesting and elegantly executed work, are occupied with the “ Extent and Remedy" of the evil, both in regard to the illustrations and the letter-press. together with the moral and medical considerations con Its object is to exhibit the varieties of the different species nected with the topic-ground which has been already of our domestic animals, in the different breeds into which gone over by Mr Macnish, in his clever work on Drunk - they have been modified by cultivation and climate.

Then follows an appendix, containing extracts The first Part is devoted to the Horse,—the second, to from Medical Treatises, and Plans for Temperance, in all the Ox. The drawings, by Howe, are exceedingly good; its variety. For the amusement of our readers, we shall and the accompanying descriptions by the Editor, Mr make one extract :

Wight, are lively and instructive. The work is to be

completed in six Parts, each Part containing four Plates. “ At the risk of provoking a smile, the following is sub- A Part is to be published every four months; and the mitted as a plan of a Temperance Dinner, among the mid-spirited exertions of the conductors ought, we think, to dle classes. The entertainment to consist of, 1st, a course be patronized by all those who are interested in the imof soup and fish. 2d, Roast and boiled meat, game, &c. 3d, provement of the breed of our domestic animals. Sweetmeats, &c. (Mem.--Sedentary men who partake of the third course, may be as well to refrain from cheese.) No wine or drams to be on the table. Conversation, ordinary Monsieur Tonson ; Illustrated by R. Cruikshank. Lonsubjects. (!) (Mem.--Perhaps the fashionable topic of cook

don. Marsh and Miller. 1830. ing may be excluded ; except by way of discovering how to serve up more light and nutritious viands than those in pre R. CRUIKSHANK is the brother of George Cruikshank, sent use.) Immediately after dinner, while others refresh and a clever caricaturist also, though not quite so clever themselves with coffee, chocolate, and other infusions free of alcohol, those of the party qualified to do so, should be dozen amusing illustrations of the ludicrous distress of

as George. In the present jeu d'esprit we have half-arequested to regale the company with instrumental music; and the harp, piano, and violin, (under the authority of Mil- poor Monsieur Tonson. ton,) ought always to succeed a full meal. (!) Some individuals might sing in harmony: The

gentlemen to follow The Coffee-Drinker's Manual ; with the French Method the ladies within a reasonable time into the drawing-room. Tea :-Conversation of various kinds. In the event of the of making Coffee, 8c. London. Marsh and Miller. interest flagging, there might be introduced (but as much

1830. as possible without formality) exhibitions of drawings, We some time ago chronicled with all due solemnity books, varieties, mechanism. Some particular topic of ge

our love of coffee. This little volume is one of the best neral interest may be admitted, but not too systematically or professionally: a paragraph from a periodical : part of we have yet seen upon the subject, and evidently the pro

duction of one worthy, from his knowledge and experiWe particularly recommend the Literary Journal. ence, of writing concerning it.




The New Chesterfield ; containing Principles of Politeness

The Editor. You are aware, Peter, that many strange to complete the Gentleman, and give him a knowledge persons are continually calling upon us,—some at dayof the world; also, Precepts, particularly addressed to break, some at noon, and some at midnight. From nonYoung Ladies. Edited by the Right Hon. the Earl descript characters in tartan cloaks, up to English Earls, of Car*****. London. William Marsh and Alfred German Barons, and French Dukes, we are exposed to Miller. 1830. 12mo. Pp. 176.

the visitations of all ranks and classes. We have given

audience in one hour to three poets, two actresses, one This handsome little volume may be read with advan- sculptor, five booksellers, six noblemen, three printers, one tage. Some of Lord Chesterfield's precepts have now painter, and two spirits from another world. gone out of date ; but the present Editor has selected the

Peter (growing pale, and looking round the Study with best, and modified them somewhat to suit the existing evident signs of fear.) Heaven forbid that any supernatustate of manners.

ral being should be with you at this moment! I am not

quite sure as to the gentleman who is now waiting in the MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.


THE EDITOR. Describe him, Peter.

Peter. When I first opened the door to him, upon hear

ing three loud and distinct knocks, he appeared to me a A PEEP BEHIND THE SCENES.

middle-aged person, with a very quick grey eye, and very No. VI.

bright red hair, which escaped from under his hat in short "Stulta, jocosa, canenda, dolentia, seria, sacra,

thick curls. I happened, however, to turn away for a En posita ante oculos, Lector amice, tuos;

moment, and, on looking again, my astonishment cannot Quisquis es, hic aliquid quod delectabit habebis;

be told, when I distinctly perceived that his hair was of Tristior an levior, selige quicquid amas."

a crisp grey, and his eye of a most red and bloodshot hue, SCENE- The Editor's Study. A miature of snow and and that, though he still retained the same indescribable

hail beating against the window ;—a blazing fire illu- expression of countenance, he looked like a man at least minating the room and the surrounding bookshelves. The twenty years older than he seemed at first. I ushered EDITOR, with his coat off, discovered reading a manuscript him in with much composure, and told him I would inin a large easy chair. Slow music, expressive of the form you of his presence. As I left the room, I could Slirpers entering the apartment, and putting themselves not help casting a glance at him once more, and behold ! on the Editor's feet. Immense bundles of papers are his hair was jet black, his eye was jet black, his whiskers scattered all round, and four large silver baskets full of were jet black, and there had suddenly started out upon unopened letters are seen on one of the tables. The Edi- his upper lip the most enormous moustaches, which were TOR speaks.

also jet black, and, by the shadow they cast upon his By the Goddesses! we shall either resign or rebel. mouth, made it, too, seem jet black ! He wears a long foThese contributors will be the death of us. It would take reign kind of mantle, so that I could not distinctly see fifty Editors, instead of one, to go through all their lucu- his feet, but I am willing to stake my reputation, that brations. Why were we not born like the Siamese youths? they are not only jet black, but of a peculiar shape. We might then have kept pace with them, for while one The Editor (smiling). Soyez tranquille, Pietro. We of us slept, the other could have worked. We are well know our visitor well. It is our friend Old Cerberus. aware that we are equal to at least “two single Editors Admit him. rolled into one;" but still we are like to be buried under the

Peter. Old Cerberus, sir ? May I ask whether he is outpouring of the literary cacoethes of Scotland.


a medical gentleman, a writer to the signet, or a preacher man can tell where it will end. All the stage-coach and

of the gospel ? mail proprietors are beginning to complain of the loads of

The Editor, Ask nothing, Peter. The mysteries conparcels they are obliged to carry ; and, in consequence of nected with Old Cerberus cannot be explained to thee. the voluminousness of our correspondence, it has been

Peter. But, my honoured master, is there no danger in

Consider how prefound necessary to separate the penny-post deliveries from trusting yourself alone with him ? those of the General Post Office, and to add to the esta

cious your safety is to all Europe. blishment in Edinburgh upwards of twenty additional

The Editor. You grow officious, Peter; and foolish,

too. hands. To the postmen alone, we gave away a small

What danger can affect us? Know you not that fortune in perquisites at the commencement of the year.

we possess a spell which could bring the lion crouching Yet are we not angry. Mild as the gentle zephyr of a

to our feet, and which could make the artillery of an army July morning, we sink into our easy chair, and bury our

innocuous as the pistils of a flower ? Have we not stepped momentary vexation deep in the recesses of our SLIPPERS.

over Corra Linn with as much ease as you could step We forgive the genus scribbletabile. It is natural for all down stairs? Have we not encountered fifty enraged high-minded men to be ambitious; and what ambition authors at a time, and scattered them like dust before the more praiseworthy than that which leads to a desire of wind? Would you have us shrink from meeting one of appearing in those pages which continually bend under a

our own contributors ? Never ! — Admit Old Cerberus. weight of golden thoughts? Beautiful as the bride step

[Exit Peter, bowing.

The Editor. We are glad he has come. His opinions ping, in the light of the rosy morning, forth from the bridegroom's chamber, with the blush of maidenhood still lin

are always valuable, and if he could only restrain that ungering on a cheek warm with the glow of a wife's deep governable temper of his, which still haunts him even in love, is the hebdomadal issuing from its Athenian press of his human state, he might be tamed down into something our and Scotland's Journal! And glorious as the blaze admissible into a drawing-room. The ladies would tremof the early sun—in itself a concentrated mass of starsble, but admire him; and the male creatures, whom he is the appearance of those lovely folia when massed to

could trample over like an elephant among cabbages, would gether into one burning book, to renain the admiration tremble too, and be far too jealous to admire. of all posterity, and the source of ceaseless regret to our Enter Old Cerberus, with only one head visible ;-in children's children, that they lived too late to see the vo height about six feet five, und with two brilliunt eyes, lumes starting into existence, hot from the mint of mind. burning under dark shaggy eyebrows. As Peter closes Enter Peter.

the door behind him, he casts an anxious look, first to

wards Old Cerberus, and then towards the EDITOR, Peler. One of the most remarkable looking gentlemen

who receives his visitor with a placid solemnity of manner. that. I ever beheld, requests that the Editor will admit him to an audience.

THE Editor. We are glad to see you, old Cerberus.


Old Cerberus. May the infernal gods singe me into smiles.) It was you that first reconciled me to existence

. the dimensions of a burnt cocoa-nut if I return the com Had it not been for the LITERARY JOURNAL, I should pliment! I fawn to no man. I scorn these vile conven have committed suicide. It is the only thing worth living tional phrases of polite society. I speak my mind, and for. That Christmas-oh! that Christmas Number : nothing more, even to the EDITOR IN HIS SLIPPERS, the what a flood of light did it not pour in upon the darkness greatest man with whom I have met since the days of of December ! how splendidly did it marshal on the JaRhadamanthus.--I am not glad to see you, for I am nuary of 1830! Did it not concentrate into one glitterangry.

ing focus the truly national and racy vigour of Gillespie, THE Editor. Why, Old Cerberus ?

-the classical humour, and clear, picturesque, crispy Old Cerberus. You are the only man to whom I sketching of Tennant,—the delicate, deep, and touching trusted to lay bare, as with a scalping-knife, the gross beauty of Mrs Hemans,—the delightful originality and follies of this puny, piddling, paltry generation,—to pluck characteristic quaintness of the Ettrick Shepherd,--the out their little rotten hearts, and set them grinning at chastened pathos and moral eloquence of Memes, the each other,—to lift up the flowing garments of their con- glowing thoughts and warm-hearted imagination of Mrs ceit, and whip them into humility,—you are the only Hall,—the wild strength of Shelley,—the pensive grace of man to do this, and you shrink from the task,—you are Malcolm,--the manly power and intensity of Kennedy, becoming fat and good-natured.

-the rich traditional lore, and busy fancy of Chambers, Tue Editor. Were we to “ own the soft impeach

--the elegance and the sound sense of Derwent Conment,” we do not perceive that we could be greatly blamed. way, — the instructive pleasantness of Carruthers, – But we deny the charge, and maintain that we only tem the gentleness of Hetherington,—the spirited energy of per our severity with becoming mildness, and soften the Atkinson,—the Grecian patriotism of Negris,—the roawful terrors of our frown with a little smile, which oc mantic genius of Sillery,--the tender melancholy of the casionally plays across our countenance, like sunlight authoress of “ Aloyse,"—the ardent and well-cultivated Aickering around the edges of the thunder-cloud. It is mind of Weir,—the sportive earnestness of H. G. Bell, true, that we rarely indeed wax so savage as thou wert -did it not link all these together in one garland of unon that most unfortunate and ill-used lady, Miss Smith- fading loveliness ? And it is to you, wonderful and thrice

The battles we have had to fight for thee on her admirable man !-to you, sitting here alone with you account, are innumerable. Your lucubrations shook the SLIPPERS in the silence of your own study, that we owe kingdom to its centre, and killed two milliners.

all this! Against such an EDITOR, how could we ever Old Cerberus. (The colour of his eye changing to a breathe one word of discontent ? When I think of al dark red.) By the immortal memory of Alecto, Tysi- you have done for the periodical literature of Scotland,phone, and Megara, my remarks were just! The being how you have collected its strength from the four corner who dares to tell me I went one syllable too far, dies the of heaven—how you have sacrificed your own time and death of a worm.

pleasures to promote its interestshow you have rebuket The Editor. (Firing upon Old Cerberus a benevo- the vain, and encouraged the timid-how you have stran lent, but determined look.) Your remarks were not just ; gled impudent quackery even in the pride of its strength you went too far. As an actress, Miss Smithson is no and raised up humble genius from the dust,—how you thing, but as a lady her feelings should have been more have given a new tone to conversation, and put a nev regarded. We liked your discrimination, but were dis- spirit into the literature of your age and country,—whe tressed by your ferocity.

I think of all this, tears rush into my eyes, my hear [Old Cerberus rises in a tremendous passion, and beats audibly, and, clasping your knees thus, I humbl

drawing from his bosom an Indian crease, is about prostrate myself before you and your SLIPPERS.
to rush upon the Editor. The latter, with a calm [Old Cerberus kneels ;-the Editor looks

smile, points to his Slippers. Old Cerberus drops for a moment with an approving smile,—then stretchu
the crease, falls upon his chair, and covers his face out his hand, and restores him to his seat.
with his hands. When he removes them, there is a THE EDITOR. (After a short pause.) Just as you can
marked change on his countenance. Rich chestnut in we were looking over a mass of communication
locks cluster over his forehead, and his eye is blue, Some of them are interesting and excellent, and I sha
intelligent, and gentle.

be glad to show them to you, as I know you will The Editor. (Without appearing to notice the altera- pleased with them. tion.) At times you are as mild, merry, and benevolent Old Cerberus. You could not confer upon me a high as man could wish. That was a splendid article you favour. wrote upon the Christmas pantomime.

The Editor. You have spoken of our Christmas Nud Old Cerberus. I am a strange creature.

I am at ber. We are happy to assure you that no literary pr one moment a volcano, at another a flower-garden ;-to-duction ever created so great a sensation in Scotland, u day full of fames and red-hot rocks, to-morrow yielding even Moore's Life of Byron. Nobody considered bin up my senses to all pleasant odours and sunny sights. self able to enjoy the New Year properly unless he s The worst of it is, I cannot even trust myself ; yet I feel cured a copy; and we venture to say, that we were, that there is something about me worthy of respect, and that occasion, read to an extent hitherto unparalleled 1 I should like the world to own it, else to what avail am any other periodical. To give you some idea of the eage I different from all mankind ? To what avail that I have ness with which we were devoured, here is a letter fro been where foot of mortal dared not follow me,—that I a person of great eminence, who thus writes :-" I w have stood where the brain grew giddy, and the senses delighted with your Christmas Number. Few of yo reeled,—that I have loved as none but I could love,—that readers, I presume, read you as I did. Having been e I have resolved into their elements substances which have gaged abroad all day, I took you up before dining evi puzzled the science of ages, and that I have crowded seized the nearest article in my library to cut your into a single night the events and thoughts of a thousand which happened to be the bronze dagger of an ancie years-what avails it, if I am to be set down as mad by Roman, put the candlestick (it happened to be a sm the wise, because I am a step before the wisest ?

chamber-light, and I could not wait to ring for anothe The Editor, Fear not that. There are those who can upon a Greek urn, propping the whole with the divinin appreciate thee.

stone of an Arch-Druid, and thus I devoured you pii Old Cerberus. There is not one but you, and that is column after column.” because you are greater than I. But perhaps the day Old Cerberus. Bravo! This was just such a read may come when even the EDITOR IN HIS Slippers will be as such writers as your contributors and yourself oug thought mad by the grovelling herd. (The EDITOR always to have.

And swiftly fly the blessed hours
When stretch'd upon her couch of flowers,
And upward looking to the sky,
I watch the white clouds sailing by.
0! then my soul forsakes its clay
To wander o'er that heavenly way,
Where many a mansion, tower, and town,

Start up to my delighted eyes;
And I can call them all my own,

Glittering bright in rainbow dyes ! What though the fleeting vision flies

Far from my sight in hazy air ? Another dream will soon arise,

Another sight as gay and fair !

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THE Editor. We have laid our band upon a poem, by Alexander Maclaggan. You are aware that we give ourselves some little credit for having first discovered and encouraged the poetical genius of this young man. We have not for a moment tempted him to forsake the steady duties which belong to his sphere of life; but, in pointing out to him bow best to cultivate his imagination and strengthen his mind, we have rendered these labours less irksome, and presented him with an additional motive for activity. We have already published two or three poems by him, which we do not think would disgrace poets of far longer standing and higher name; and the lines of which we now speak are not inferior to any he has yet written. Here they are :


By Alerander Maclaggan.
Light-footed Fancy ! bring to me
The gems of earth, and air, and sea ;
Spring's sweet breath, and Summer's glee,
With all their winning witcherie !
Gladdening, glowing, glorious thing,
Take my soul upon thy wing,
And bear it to some soothing scene,
With skies of blue and bowers of green,
Where beauty's foot hath often been,
Where glow the sights her eyes have seen,
Where round the ruin ivy creeps,
Where o'er the rock the clear dew drips,
Where down the vale the soft wind sweeps,
Singing till the shepherd sleeps ;
Where the streamlet's living wave
Kisses the bank it loves to lave
And the merry trout with finny wings,
Up from its watery wimple springs.
Then lay me down in that calm bower,
Where lovers have spent their midnight hour,
When the burning chain of rapture bound them,
And their own soft sighs were breathing round them;
When glorious visions fill’d their brain,
And the blood that broke every curbing chain,
Ran restless through each trembling vein ;
And where oft they pray'd the silver moon
For love's-sake not to fly so soon;
And the evening star, so pure and bright,
Look'd fond into each face all night;
And their words of love and truth to hear,
Unseen angels hover'd near.
Or, Fancy ! if thou art unheeding
To my soft and silvan pleading,
Bear me where the restless shore
Bays to the ocean's mighty roar;
Bear me where the frantic storm
Swells itself to giant form ;
Bear me where the ceaseless waves
Deep in the rocks are carving caves ;
Bear me wbere the wild winds shout
As they blow the stars of heaven out;
Bear me to the dizzy height,
Fling me to the tempest's might;
I can look in the face of night,
And see it all start out to light,-
For thunders roar, and lightnings fly,
To glad mine ear, to please mine eye !
Wherever thou wilt lead I care not,

Through calm or storm, or day or night;
Thou know'st no clime to which I dare not

Follow in thy phantom flight ;-
Yet most I love to wander lone,

Where soothing silence woos to rest,
And living things are all unknown,

Save in the woodland turtle's nest;
There Fancy smoothes my bed, and brings
A little heaven upon her wings;

Queen of my heart! wer't not for thee,
How poor this life of mine would be !
When Zephyr, in its wanton jest,

Lifts thy locks, (like sunbeams fair,)
And lays them gently on my breast,

How deep my joy to feel them there!
The worldly cold—the unfeeling wise-
Do thee, and song, and me despise ;
They tell me that I soon will wake

From my stupor deep of dreamy madness,
To see my air-built castles break

Dark on my path in clouds of sadness;
They tell me that mine eye's wild beam

Will soon be quench'd in woful weeping:
But let me dream my heavenly dream,

Whilst in this world of darkness sleeping.
And sure the vision is more sweet,
Than any dim material show
Of sights all soil'd with dust below-
Poor, fading, fleeting, fallen things!
Fancy! thy high imaginings
Are truer, better, far than all

That rattles in this childish ball ! Old Cerberus. There is both fancy and feeling in that poem. I will back Alexander Maclaggan against all the young men who have published five-and-sixpenny volumes of miscellaneous poetry within the last three years.

The Editor. Here is a letter from Inverkeithing, in which there is a very considerable proportion of sense; and it is therefore worth reading : TO THE EDITOR OF THE EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL.

Sir, I know that the Editor of a Journal is overwhelmed with poetry, and that generally of a very inferior kind; yet, notwithstanding, I have enclosed two little pieces, chiefly because they are out of the vile hackneyed track of Magazine verse, which always abounds too much in sighs and sentiments, and that sort of thing, altogether intolerable to an old stager like me. Permit me to say, that the little bits with which you occasionally favour your readers, and your mode of managing them, suit my taste exactly; and are, as the fashionable phrase is, quite refreshing, amidst the heap of even well selected poetry of the present day. Let us have more of them during this gloomy weather. Many of the subjects you write upon would be rejected with disdain by the juvenile Magazine contributor, because, forsooth, in his conception they are not poetical,- which merely means, that out of such materials, he could not fabricate a single verse. But as to the pure all things are pure, so to the poetical mind, every subject, however unpromi. sing, is capable of poetical embellishment. Indeed, it would be a good test of poetical tact and ingenuity to propose a subject apparently barren and intractable, and see what could be made of it. Whilst the many aspirants would find themselves unable to pass this pons asinorum, a few quos equus amavit Apollo,—the Wordsworths, the Byrons, and Campbells, would skilfully convert the barren field into a fruitful soil,—they would make springs in the desert, and their alchymic touch would transmute the iron

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