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Berlateness of tone, an unobtrusive quaintness of modula- lated to put our impartiality to the test as this now before tion, and a profusion of arabesque and marvellous orna Moderate in all his other feelings, there was one ment, probably never before united within the same limits. which, in Mr Jefferson's breast, was strong, deep, and

This air was followed by a performance on the Pandean lasting—and that one was, hatred to England. We can pipes, in which the ErTrick SHEPHERD executed and imi account for the rooted character of this passion by the tated the melodies which had pleased and nurtured his fact, that he knew nothing whatever of the domestic life mind in childhood and youth. And whether the mea- of this country, and that the greater portion of his polisure was the stern and unearthly one which ushered in tical career was spent in an embittered struggle against the most savage and sublime spot in the range of High- her pretensions as a nation. Still, there is something reland grandeur, the haunted and terrific Loch Avin,—or pulsive in the virulent tone in which he always speaks whether, in an altered tone, full of fanciful imagery and of Great Britain, and of every thing connected with her, enthusiastic sense of the beautiful, it described the won that necessarily engenders a reciprocal dislike in our ders of the fairy-land of thought, with the feeling and breasts. It is almost impossible to avoid entertaining an power of one who believed in the very wildest of the en- aversion to the man whose confidential, no less than his trancing legends which he sang,—in all its changes, the public writings, are one huge libel against our national instrument, so far as its confined scale admitted, was ma- character. His duties as a statesman, it is true, oblige naged with the mastery of one whose whole soul was him occasionally to speak us fair, and his principles as a bound up in its simple notes, and in the train of old and philosopher force him now and then to admit our merits; poetical thoughts which they excited.

but even in these transient intervals, his words are cold Next rose the accents of the fute of CAMPBELL, an in- and measured, while the continually recurring expressions strument of exquisite tone, and played with the utmost of his antipathy are full, unconstrained, and heartfelt. accuracy of stop and softness of breathing. The delicious Until we had thus made our readers aware of the leadharmony, uninterrupted by a single note that could have ing feature of Jefferson's mind, it would have been diffmarred its sweetness, floated like the very voice of the cult for us to have attempted to convey to them, without spirit of youth,-a spirit for the first time finding sounds interruption, any idea of the light which his works throw to utter those mute, unexpressed visions which had given upon the history of his country. happiness to its early years, and while, with fond affec Thomas Jefferson was born in Virginia, in the year tion, it lingered in fancy among their sunny landscapes, 1743. He was bred a lawyer, and, attaining his majority hymning them in mingled strains of blissful rapture and in 1764, entered upon public life just as the dissensions romantic sorrow. It was an air soft and passionate be- which led to the independence of the United States were yond description, one which, sung to us in sinking and commencing. Así successively, a member of the legislapensive years, brings up before us the very impress and tive assembly of his native state, and of Congress, Gopresence of our owu youthful fancies; it was the voice of vernor of Virginia, Charge d'Affaires in France, Secretary ideas too purely beautiful to be real, too soothing to be of State, Vice-President, and President, he was uninterbelieved untrue.

ruptedly engaged in public business from the beginning Last came a lively prelude on the guitar, the music of of the American commotions till the year 1809; and the thronged ball-room and the splendid saloon, exciting from that period down till his death, a few years ago, he none of those deeper and more melancholy reflections kept a watchful eye upon the political transactions of his which might cloud the festivity of the place, but calling native country, and continued in active correspondence up gorgeous groups of voluptuous and attractive ideas. with its leading statesmen. From the time of his first It was the instrument of Moore, fingered in short ariettas, taking a share in public business, he retained a copy of with the rapidity of thought, and in the presto movements every letter he wrote, and this voluminous correspondence suited to the sprightly evolutions of the dance,--played occupies by far the greatest and most interesting portion with great richness of sound, and perfectly in tune, but of the four volumes now published. His memoirs, writwith a profusion of graces much injuring the effect of the ten by himself, which are prefixed, are brief and unsatismany pathetic, tender, and imaginative ideas with which factory. The editor conjectures that they were designed its varying measures abounded.

for the use of his family alone ; and, even supposing that The music had ended : but the concealed spectator yet Mr Jefferson had contemplated no wider circulation of stood with head bent forward, in the attitude of deep atten- this document, we cannot but think that he must have tion, while his mind formed to itself pleasurable and distinct meant it merely as a first hasty jotting, to be extended remembrances of the feast of melody he had just enjoyed. and filled up at leisure. He raised his head, and spöke, half to himself:-“We The reader naturally anticipates that this collection of have heard nothing of two of our greatest names, Byron documents must afford rich materials for the historian of and Shelley. How is this?" In a moment the blush the United States ;- nor is he mistaken. In Jefferson's of shame Aitted across his cheek, as he muttered in a letters, we find a minute and faithful picture of the lalower tone, “ They are right; there is no jesting with bours by which the internal arrangements of the new death!" He was suddenly awaked from his reverie by state were completed, and of the degrees by wbich she the voice of his guide. “ You appear to have felt the ex- attained to the place she now holds among the nations. cellences of these our amateur performers; are you pre We see in them the progress of her system of constitupared to listen to my criticism on their faults ?"_“ Con- tional and international law, from its first conception till found their faults! what are their faults to me?" it attained its present degree of developement and con

sistency. In perusing the work, we cannot help being And he awoke, and rather thought it must have been deeply impressed by the noiseless and unpretending mana dream.

AN ARTIST. ner in which Washington, Franklin, Jefferson, Adams,

Hamilton, Maddison, and Munroe, (the leaders of both LITERARY CRITICISM.

parties,) at first laid the broad and firm foundations of

the infant country, and afterwards reared it to its present Memoirs, Correspondence, and Private Papers of Thomas extent and power. Its constitution depends, more than Jefferson, late President of the United States. Now any the world has yet seen, upon the preservation of a first published from the Original Manuscripts. Edited healthy moral tone among its population, and upon a sucby Thomas Jefferson Randolph. In four volumes, cession of gifted and patriotic leaders; but if Heaven con8vo. London. Henry Colburn & Richard Bentley. tinue to grant it such men as it has hitherto had, the 1829-30.

future power of this infant Hercules must be tremendous. We do not know that we have encountered, in the We say this assuredly in no cowardly or desponding spiwhole course of our critical experience, a work so calcu- rit, though it would be folly to pretend, that, as Britons,




we are entirely void of misgivings in regard to the fu- with interest, as serving to elucidate the moral charact ture. Literary men may tell us (and truly) that Ame- and domestic economy of the nation at the beginning rica is behind in art, science, and literature; shallow the 17th century. It is true that a criminal tribunal babblers may sneer at some peculiar habits of the Ame- not the place to seek for a flattering, perhaps not even ricans, and at their want of the last Bond Street polish ; just, picture of an age ; but, as our peasants say but men who can look deeper, and read, in their history windfall, “ it helps wi' the lave.” The differing degte of fifty years, their enterprising spirit, the immense re- of rudeness and atrocity with which the same crimes a sources of their scarcely half-occupied territory, and the perpetrated at different periods, form no bad index oli manly practical sense of their governors, will not be people's comparative civilisation. likely to join in any hasty ridicule of this people. The After carefully perusing this, and the preceding Nun Romans were rude and illiterate for the first five hun-bers of Mr Pitcairn's valuable publication, we cannota dred years of their growing greatness ; and there was, that we feel over-and-above proud of our ancestors. I amid all their courage and patriotism, a stain of avarice timber out of which they were hewn might have be and selfishness. Yet we do not find that these bindered good originally, but it was terribly warped in the makin them one moment in their progress to universal empire. We do not allude to their rude and coarse superstitio It is true, that times are changed since then; and Ame- of which we have given specimens on former occasion rica will neither have the wish nor the power to emulate nor to those babitual acts of lawless violence, in which their career. But the superior opportunities which a classes indulged, but to the low standard of honour and! nation so extensive, and promising to be so firmly knit, nesty which these records show prevailed among the mid must enjoy, for attracting a large share of this world's class. Along the shores on either side of the Forth a wealth, are yet incalculable.

Tay, and through the low country as far as Aberdeen, 1 Of the particular contents of this work, our limits, of people seem to have been tolerably domesticated. It course, do not admit of our giving any thing like a de- perhaps, what a lawyer calls travelling a little out of 1 tailed account. The most interesting are :--Firstly, The record, (but, as it elucidates our point, we do not me debates in Congress respecting the declaration of inde- mind that,) when we say, that having lately had occasi pendence. Secondly, That part of Jefferson's correspond to consult some of the burgh records of Scotland, we w ence which, extending from 1781 to 1789, paints the re- much struck hy the anxiety evinced at the period, byt luctance and slow degrees by which America was recei- part of the population, for the diffusion of education. 1 ved within the pale of nations. Thirdly, The documents eager attachment of the burgesses to the reformed tending to show the gradual extension and formation of gion likewise, although it in too many cases begot a p her commercial and diplomatic system. Lastly, The in- risaical spirit, at least made them acquainted with m sight given us, by a long series of letters, written during elevated feelings and principles. But with all this th the heat of the contest, into the struggles by which the was still a deep and radical taint adhering to them. I constitution of the United States was firmly established. bits of industry, though gaining ground, were not yet

The contents of the work are almost exclusively poli firmly rooted that a line of demarcation could be stron tical and scientific;—there are scarcely any intimations drawn betwixt the honest pains-taking class, and the i of the personal and domestic habits of the author and his and dissolute, who indulged in acts of fraud and violen contemporaries. We meet now and then with a hasty The wolves and the sheep were penned up together, i sketch of some leading actor in the times, sufficiently this (to say nothing of the danger to which the more shrewd and graphic, but always restricted to his public cific race were thereby exposed) had the bad effect of character. Jefferson himself betrays little of his own ducing many of the lambs to assume carnivorous hab character. From what little offers, we would say that Among the numerous bands of lawless men whose its predominant feature was strong practical understand deeds bring them into collision with the courts of just ing. Of imagination he had not a tittle ; and if he had we find an unwarrantable number of douce burgesses, I any of the common feelings and affections of humanity, young men of respectable families. The most coma he has (except in the case of his hatred to England) been crimes are stouthrief on a magnificent scale, and coin wonderfully successful in subduing them. Of devotional of false money. In this latter branch of business feeling he seems to have been entirely unsusceptible. Flemings, who had at that time considerable intercou What he calls religion, takes cognizance only of man's with Scotland, dealt largely. Bibles and bad money se duties to his fellows. His mind, therefore, shorn as it to have constituted the bulk of their imports. was of some of humanity's most noble faculties, was of On the south lay the border counties, and on the no no very elevated cast ; and yet there was a power about the Highlands, both districts, though from somewhat him, as long as he moved within his own circle, that en ferent causes, and with varying shades of character, i forces our admiration. Less amiable, but more energetic, sufficiently rude and barbarous state. In the case of the he belongs essentially to the same class of intellects as mer there is at least this alleviating circumstance, Franklin.

their rudeness was fostered by their continual exposur It redounds to the credit of the Editor that he has not hostilities from another nation; the barbarism of the attempted to swell this publication by any of the common ter was perpetuated by the more unpardonable indulge tricks of book-making. On the contrary, we may re- in personal and domestic feuds, as illustrated by the mark, that an occasional note to inform us who the cor- sensions of the Islesmen commemorated in Mr Pitcai respondents are, or to explain a local allusion, would not earlier numbers, and the case of Patrick Stewart (p. 3 have increased its bulk materially, and would have been in the present. (in this country at least) highly useful and acceptable. This fasciculus tends also to throw some new light

the character of James, our Scottish Solomon, and,

truth, not much to his advantage. The case of Kin Pitcairn's Criminal Trials. Part IV. From Sept. 1600 of Craighouse (p. 336), who seems to have been sedt to July 1602. Edinburgh. William Tait. 1830.

by the King's instrumentality into the perpetration

abduction, in order that he might be amerced in a swi Tue greater proportion of the present Number of this ing tine, as well as in his “guid broune horse," m interesting work is occupied with documents relative to make a good incident in a comedy. The unblushing my the Gowrie Conspiracy-a subject upon which we enter ner in which many are declared free from all far ed at too great length on a former occasion, to leave any quarrel, because they have disbursed a certain sum for necessity for our discussing it again at present. There Majesty's use, is no more than James's usual brain are, however, in this part, several trials unconnected trumpeting of his indecorums led us to expect. But with that transaction, which are, nevertheless, pregnant case of Archibald Cornwall (p. 349) bas very much :


ked our preconceived notions of the King's goodness of A stripling about the age of sixteen, who has been hiheart. This unfortunate man was a town-officer, and therto rather short and dumpy, suddenly finds himself had been employed in a judicial sale of household furni- shoot out like asparagus, and all at once become porten

The “rowpe" took place near the common gibbet, tously long and thin. His mother and sisters with all and there being a picture of the King among the goods, possible expedition proceed to let out reefs from the cuffs the officer, in order to show it to advantage, was proceed of his coat and the legs of his trowsers; but to little ing inadvertently to attach it to the gibbet, but was pre- purpose, for the sleeves of the one arrive only a short vented. For this inadvertency he was tried and exe way below the elbows, and the trowsers, as if their legs cuted, his body being allowed to hang four-and-twenty had been cut away instead of lengthened, terminate in a hours. This happened at a time when the adherents of very ludicrous and Highland fashion somewhere about the the covenant were daily speaking in a strain which bordered knees. There is at length no alternative ; recourse must upon treason, and yet not a voice was raised against this be had to a skilful tailor, and in his new suit of clothes, act of cold blooded pride and cruelty.

behold ! our hero is all at once, to his own considerable We wish Mr Pitcairn all possible success ; for his work surprise, a young man! Adieu at once to marbles and is already a most valuable addition to the history of our paper kites; the King's birth-day fades into obscurity, country and laws, and every new number seems to add and blind-man's-buff becomes undignified! At dancingto its interest.

parties he is considered a very eligible partner, and ladies quiz him upon the subject of his being in love. And no

wonder ; for being naturally susceptible, and having read Domestic Life, and other Poems. Edinburgh. Waugh a considerable number of novels and not a few romances, & Inges. 1830. Pp. 127.

he seldom falls asleep before he has vowed in his own Ocean, Stella, and other Poems. By John Mackenzie, heart eternal fidelity to some Adelaide, Clara, or Ma

D. D., Minister of Portpatrick. Second Edition. tilda. Then, in a most unaccountable manner, be sud

Edinburgh. A. Macredie. 1830. Pp. 153. denly conceives the idea of taking a solitary walk,—a Poetical Aspirations. By William Anderson, Esq. Edin- walk away into the country where there are some green

burgh. John Anderson, jun. 1830. Pp. 200. trees a good way off the dust of the high road, and a Exodus ; or, the Curse of Egypt, a Sketch from Scripture; stream tolerably clear, only that there is a large dyeing

and other Poems. By T. B. J. Glasgow. W. R. establishment on its banks, and a hill or two in the backM:Phan. 1830. Pp. 176.

ground, trying to look as picturesque as they can; and May Flowers. Poems and Songs ; some in the Scottish where he can hear what he knows to be the voice of birds,

Dialect. By John Imlah. London. Baldwin, Cra- without enquiring too curiously whether it be only the dock, & Joy. Pp. 231.

chirping of the sparrow, or the warbling of the linnet. The history of a small volume of miscellaneous poems he puts his hand first into his breeches' pocket, and takes

Under the influence of sights and sounds so harmonious, froin its first conception to its final completion, from its

out a silver pencil, and then into his coat pocket, and takes cradle to its grave, would afford materials for a curious

out a memorandum-book, in which there are several blank chapter, illustrative of the phenomena of mind. Considering the matter superficially, we have often wondered leaves... To one of these leaves the youthful poet intrusts within ourselves what on earth could ever tempt a young

his maiden effusion—a sonnet perhaps, or “Lines to —or middle-aged man gravely to print one hundred and dum-book to its accustomed place, and with a more than or

--and then with a trembling thrill restores the memoranfifty or two hundred pages, consisting of detached pieces of rhyme. We have said to ourselves, What possible ad- dinary flush upon his countenance, returns home to dinner.

For weeks—it may be for months—he is like the little girl vantages does the author of this publication expect to arise out of it? In these days, when the power of ver

described by Montgomery who“ had a secret of her own,"

because she had discovered a bird's nest. He knows that sifying is almost as common as that of eating or walking, he has written poetry, but he breathes not the fact to can he anticipate that a little book in blue, yellow, red, mortal man ; he is ashamed to confess the weakness. But or green boards, (for there are all these varieties,) with a

he takes some more solitary walks ; and at length all the neat title-page and a modest preface, and a very tolerable collection of pretty thoughts under the head of blank leaves of his first memorandum-book are filled, and

he finds himself under the necessity of purchasing a seLines," “ Stanzas," Sonnets," Canzonets,” “ Serenades," “ Songs,"

cond. Still, like Von Dunder in the farce, he “ sticks Impromptus,” or Fragments,”

to his incognito," till the fatal hour at length arrives can he by any chance anticipate that such a little book

when the lady of his heart determines on keeping an al will fill his coffers with money, or crown his brow with

bum. laurels? Upon what principle is it that he voluntarily

He is asked for a contribution, and he dare not re

fuse. undergoes all the “ whips and scorps” of authorship;- and spotless Bristol-board is intrusted to his keeping; and,

The snowy whiteness of its exquisite gilt leaves " the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,”— the suppressed smile of his friends as often as his three fully impressed with the weight of the responsibility, he

mends half-a-dozen pens in a manner calculated to secure and-sixpenny volume comes across their memory,—the open ridicule of his foes, who, as soon as they discover tion commits some of his own verses to the sacred book,

the fineness of their hair-strokes, and with much agita“ hath written a book," proceed to make him aware of what Hamlet meant when he spoke fate is sealed; the intelligence flies like wild-fire; he is

modestly affixing to them his initials only. But now his of

a poet; his verses are the sweetest things ever written.

Albums pour in from all quarters, accompanied with most Which patient merit of the unworthy takes ?"

irresistible three-cornered pink-coloured notes:

“ Will Why and wherefore has he brought down upon his own he do Miss A the honour ?"_“ Will he so far oblige Miss head so great a load of misery? We have revolved this B?”—“ Might Miss C venture to request ?" question a thousand times, and after keeping it long Meantime, all the young ladies assure him that several altà mente reposta—we can answer it satisfactorily only “real judges” have pronounced his poetry most beaution the supposition that most of these miscellaneous-poem- ful.” “ The Editor of Blackwood's Magazine said his publishing authors go on step by step, from little to little, Lines to — were full of genius.” “ The Editor of until

, upon awaking some morning, they see a book upon the Literary Journal said his Stanzas to a Lady' were the breakfast-table, and blush to find it their own. Let equal to any thing Moore had ever written." Surely us for a moment look a little deeper into the heart of he intended publishing ?” “ At all events he should write this mystery, and if possible trace the rise and progress of for the periodicals." No mortal man could resist such an the phenomenon.

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whose sentiments and feelings are similar to your scarcely dares to glance over his columns on the succeed own. In all this flattering belief, there may be much ing day of publication. But how does bis eye brighten delusion; but, nevertheless, you may say with Cicero, — into rapture when the identical lines by“ X, Y, Z,” meet" Si erro, libenter erro.To be well deceived, constitute his gaze! A new world opens upon him; he is now be- one-half the happiness of most men, and almost all the fore the public; his thoughts are esteemed worthy of be- happiness of a poet. Besides, there is pleasure, inde ing submitted to the consideration of his fellow-men; the pendent of all external things, in the indulgence of a poeti. outer gate is passed, how far may he not penetrate into cal temperament, however far that temperament may

bi the inner glories of the temple?

distant from the high imaginative and intellectual vigow Time rolls on, and he is now a regular contributor to in which the Delphic god rejoices. Why shonld not thi the “ Poet's Corner" of the newspapers, and occasionally amiable writer of small miscellaneous verses be allowed one or two of his happiest efforts have found their way to amuse himself, by bundling them up into a book into magazines. But “increase of appetite grows with There is something gentle and benevolent about every mai what it feeds on.” He begins to think, that to be an who is fond of rhyme, and though there are only a fer anonymous writer in periodicals is at best but a mongrel of its votaries in whom we would encourage lofty hopes species of reputation ;—his genius is hid under a bushel, we should be the last needlessly to torture an ingeniou and the brilliancy of his effusions may be overlooked amidst poetaster. Why pluck the wings off a blue-bottle, thoug the mass of dulness with which they are too often sur-they be not so rich and beautiful as those of the golde rounded. He wonders what the expense and risk of butterfly? In the most mild humour, therefore, we pro publishing a small volume would be. At first he almost ceed, after this long introduction, to say a few words o starts at his own wonder, and shrinks from the vastness the books whose titles we have copied above. of the idea ; but after the query has once occurred to his We are inclined to think “ Domestic Life, and othe mind, he is uneasy until it be answered. He calls upon Poems," the production of a lady. “ Domestic Life" a bookseller, and in a round-about, and what appears to a poem in heroic verse, after the manner of Rogers. 1 him a particularly ingenious manner, endeavours to worm treats, of course, of all the delights of “ Home, swet the information out of him. The bookseller sees at once home," and though it never rises into a very high strai that he has to deal with a young aspirant for the honours of poetry, it contains a good number of smooth and prett of the muses, and informs him that he will be happy to passages.

Of the miscellaneous poems, we cannot spes publish a work of the nature described, provided the au very highly ;-we select, however, as a specimen, thi thor takes all the risk, and allows him (the bookseller) which appears to us the cleverest : the usual charge of twenty-five per cent.

Then come

THE SHADOWS ON THE WALL. the discovery that the risk will vary from about £60 to £100; the reflections upon the existing state of his fi

« See the shadows on the wall; nances, and the consultations with friends; the assurances

They are black, and broad, and tall, he receives from them—that is to say, from about ten or

And they mock and mimic all

That we do. fifteen people—that they will all purchase copies of the

'Twixt them both, there's not an eye, work; his increased confidence; his belief that the editor

Yet they sharply seem to spy, of the newspaper will give him a favourable re

With a humour quaint and sly, view; his palpitations_his hesitations—his determinations. The die is cast,-he will print ;– Byron would never have been heard of unless he had printed.

“ Not a motion but they hit, Now comes the tug of war;—the revising of manu

Let us walk or let us sit, script and arranging it for the printer, the sending it to

"Tis uugentlemanly wit, that functionary, the proofsheets, with all their errors on

Had they language and an ear, their head-errors enough to drive a poet mad—the loss

They would turn, I shrewdly fear, of time at press, the fixing of the day of publication, then

Into mockery, what they hear, its postponement, the curiosity of friends, the Aurry of

Grave or gay the author's spirits, the dawning of the important day,

* When, with glowing zeal, we late the advertisement in all the papers—“ This day is pub

Warm discuss'd the affairs of state, lished,"—the astonishing quietness with which this day,

I saw them, too, debate and the next, and the next, passes over, the luke-warm

Long and stout; ness of all common acquaintances, the total apathy of the And, like politicians true, public at large, the strange inattention of the really can

Each more animated grew, did critics, and the spiteful cavillings of those whose opi

Both at once the wrangling two

Seem'd to shout. nions show that they have a personal dislike to the author. All this, and much more, must the writer of “the small

“O ! 'tis well they are not taught volume of miscellaneous poems” endure; and the only

To give outward form to thoaght, question that remains is are there no counterbalancing

For much mischief would be wrought advantages that make people willing to endure all these

By these elves. evils ?

It would frighten great and small, We believe that the most which can be said on this

Were our thoughts seen on the wall;

Aye, how oft they would appal side of the question is, that pleasure always accompanies

Even ourselves! the gratification of vanity; and the vanity of seeing oneself in print is of a prevalent, and, in general, a very ab

“ How oft the greatest men sorbing kind. One may easily flatter oneself, that to be

Scarce a shadow would have then; in print implies an immense deal. It may imply that

'Twould be mirth to see them when

Lost in thought; you are read, and that you are admired,—that you con

And oft we would appear, vey instruction, and open up new trains of thought. It

On the wall, to hate or fear, may imply that you are now much superior to the com

When our words fall on the ear mon herd, who never were in print, and that you will be


Me and you.

I must say.

« We would hate the sense of sight;

“ Sometimes I see thee all a boy,
As for sun and candle-light,

Stand at thy father's knee;
Out of use and fashion quite

And smile, and climb, and prattling tell
They would be.

Of what thy little self befell,
We might meet our foes by day,

With interest still to me;
But our friends must stay away

Or fondly ask to hear of wars,
Whilst the faintest shadows they

And, kindling o'er the battle's scars,
Yet might see."

Wish they had told that tale of thee.
On the whole, this is one of those books which it

“ Again, again, on Mallia's steep, would be needless severity to cut up, but quite prepos

Where death and horror ran, terous to load with praise.

I see my proud chief drive his foe Of " Ocean, Stella, and other Poems," more may be Dismay'd, while wond'ring hosts below said, as much on account of the author, as of his work.

Acclaim him more than man. Dr Mackenzie of Portpatrick, who is now, we believe,

The foe is quell'd, the breach is won,

The flag of Britain fronts the sun, in bis eighty-sixth year, is not unknown in the church

The triumph then anew began. and the literary world. The worth of his private character, and the extent of his general acquirements, have “ Yes, yes, on Mallia's carnaged height been long appreciated as they deserve by his friends. Nei

My proud chief dares his foe, ther is it to be wondered that, having turned poet, he should In vain-weep! wretched father, weep! particularly have directed his attention to the ocean, having

For gloomy griefs that laurel steep,

I see the victor low ! for upwards of fifty years lived where the marmoreum æquor

Yet not to man his fall was given, was continually stretched before his eye,—not as the pass

The burning stroke descends from heaven, ing traveller may sometimes see it when he catches an

Mysterious in its paths below! afternoon glimpse of a sheltered bay, but in all the moods in which the western main rolls between Portpatrick and

“ Heaven granted thee one glorious day,

Then closed thy short career ; green Erin, ever and anon coiling itself round the rocks

Alas! for glory did I pray ? of Dunskey, and spouting forth upon them a tide of foam

Or, was it not my humblest lay sufficient to put to the blush all the whales of Greenland.

That I might see thee here? We have ourselves seen the venerable clergyman perched To prop the failing step of age, like a cormorant on a rock, and sending forth his expan To tell me all thy pilgrimage, sive soul over the face and the fury of cloud and ocean.

But now the contrast-how severe ! We have seen him taking the ruffian billows by the hair of

“ Thy early ardour urged thee forth the head, and calmly putting them into his pocket, as some

To brave a boundless main : people do sweetmeats, for future use. Before the erection I shook the boy with trembling hand, of tbe splendid and useful pier at Portpatrick, it was gene Departing for that distant land, rally believed that the Doctor, from his converse with

In hopes to meet again. the spirits of the deep, could accelerate or retard the

O'er the broad ocean, still I cast

* A tix'd regard on India's waste, mail at pleasure ; and many a storm-staid stranger can

No other care–no other pain. bear testimony to the heart-felt hospitality with which such arrestment was repaid. Why, therefore, should we “ Fondly in hope of thy return, not blow a favouring breeze over the second edition of Dr

I counted o'er the time, Mackenzie's “ Ocean ?" We are not prepared to say

Enquiring still of all that came,

And saw thee rise in wealth and fame, that no man ever wrote better poetry, but this we will

And touch thy manly prime. affirm, that his verses abound in good sense and correct

Dear thy respect, for it was mine, feeling. In proof of this, we could quote many passages And all my fondest wishes thine, both from his “ Ocean” and “ Stella ;" but we prefer Sojourning in that barbarous clime. giving some of the stanzas occasioned by the death of our author's son–a brave young soldier, who fell in India.

“ Flow on, my griefs! he hears them not; We envy not that man's heart who can read the following

By Cutche's distant wave,

Far, far from me, my warrior sleeps, verses without entering sincerely into the paternal feel

While bending low, even Victory weeps, ings of the amiable octogenarian :

As round him lie the brave.

Gallant the band my hero led,


Which rises o'er their honour'd grave." Who led the storm of Mallia at the head of the forlorn We conclude by expressing our hope that Dr Macken

hope, to which he had volunteered his services; and, after zie may yet long continue in the enjoyment of his litecarrying the place, died—as it is expressed in the public rary otium, and in the assurance that he lives in the orders" without a wound, from the extreme fatigue and heart of a wide circle of respect and esteem. violence of his exertions in the course of an uncommonly Mr William Anderson's " Poetical Aspirations" claim sultry and oppressive day, on the 7th July, 1809.”

our attention next. They indicate unequivocally the “ Shade of my dear departed boy,

existence of a poetical temperament in the author, and if Say what the cause can be,

not a mind of great vigour, at least a heart of considerable That I can sing of others' woes,

susceptibility. Some of the poems remind us a good deal Their bopes, their griefs, their fears disclose,

of Malcolin, and, with a little more experience, and care But cannot sing of thee? My wild harp, grovelling on the ground,

in selecting from his manuscripts, we think Mr AnderFrom passing winds may catch a sound,

son may produce a pleasing and interesting volume, which But low and sad the melody.

the present would have been to a still greater degree, had

the best pieces been just a little more powerful, and the “ Yet at my side, and by my bed,

contents of the whole less unequal. We like the simpliThy image still appears;

city of the following
Awake, in dreams, I see thee still,
View thy loved form go where I will,

And still dissolve in tears.

“ The stars are clustering above,
In vain to crowds or wilds I go,

Like early summer flowers;
My sorrows will for ever flow,

The moonbeam, like the smile of love,
For ever fresh my griefs and fears.

Lights this dull world of ours.

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