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But his life the poet tines,

presence of others, that she was not regardless If he aims at ninety lines,

emotion.

They would have married, and a happier couple n Ask me for a thousand pounds,

have been met with ; but Mary's father died immedial Ask me for my house and grounds ;

before the expected erisis of their union. The bric Levy all my wealth in fines,

robes were exchanged for the garment of sorrow ; an But don't ask for ninety lines.

Walter Grieve laid the head of his parent-in-law in th. I have ate of every dish

grave, on the very day that was to have fixed him as Mary's Flesh of beast, and bird, and fish;

husband. After the funeral, he went back to his weeping Briskets, fillets, knuckles, chines,

bride. A relation of her father's, who dwelt in a distant But eating won't make ninety lines.

part of Scotland, was about to remove her to his own

family. This was a blow that Walter had forgot to I have drunk of every cup,

anticipate among the others created by the recent loss. Till I drank whole vineyards up ;

But now he felt it heavily. To be separated for a whole German, French, and Spanish wines,

year, till her regret was removed, and time should again But drinking won't make ninety lines.

sanction the nuptials so sadly disturbed, was nothing.

But Mary was going out into the world !--too innocent Since, then, you have used me so,

not to be corrupted, too simple not to be deceived! She To the Holy Land I'll go ;

would now see many, more embellished with the art of And at all the holy shrines

fattery, more captivating to the unsuspicious ; though I shall pray for ninety lines,

few she would find so honest in their professions, so

true in their attachments. Walter would be forgotten, Ninety times a long farewell,

the bold, the sincere Walter : but Mary trusted other All my love I could not tell,

wise ; and the vow she made before departure, told how Though 'twas multiplied by nines,

keenly she felt the reproaches of the jealous lover, Ninety times those ninety lines.

It was a lovely night, that before which the fatherless H, G. B.

girl was to leave her native home. The moon shono A TALE OF ST MARY'S KIRKYARD.

through the solitary vale--all along over Meggat stream,

and the white sheep fed in her light up among the GlenBy Thomas Tod Stoddart, Author of " The Deathwake." saber Hills ; here and there the wreek of an old tree

I love lakes, I love their sunny calm, their storm, and outliving the decay of a great forest that had once stretched their moonlit heave; they resemble the quiet and the over the whole country--groaned like a broken harp in passion of human life. Who that enjoys Scottish scenery, the hands of an expiring minstrel, whose wizard ear was but bas spent a day by the green banks of the solitary palsied by the frost of age, and the current of whose St Mary's Loch? It is a calm and a melancholy sheet of thoughts was barred at its entrance to eternity by the water, unspotted with a single island, and walled in by gathering channels of stormy years. Walter and Mary mountain scenery of wild outline ; but still green, and were together for the last time, and they walked down in covered to the bill tops with numerous sheep. On one silence, as if by one common impulse, to a favourite haunt side is seen an old churchyard, rising half-way up a slope of their younger days. It was the grave of Cochrane of brown heath. A few head-stones are all that give noted marauder, defeated centuries before by one of the character to the spot: no tomb or epitaphed marble, but Scottish kings. A stone slab, with an elaborate inscriponly the grey fragments of some fallen rock, sown over tion, is all that marks the spot. On this they sate down with lichens, and planted at the top of lowly mounds together. Situated on the top of a considerable eminence, each the sealed entrance to a narrow home. One there before them lay the loch of St Mary's, silvered over is more elevated than the rest ; it contains two dwellers, with a magic veil of moonshine, that shadowed away all a female and a suicide. Their story is a sad one. idea of the depths below ; and the Meggat rose up imper

Walter Grieve, the only son of a shepherd, was a wild ceptibly in the opposite direction, appearing at short and daring lad, of an open and generous disposition. intervals, as the windings of its channel came to be free Welcome at every cottage, he gained the hearts of the old from the concealment of the bigh and lonely embankas well as the young. There was always laughter where ment. It was here that Walter first broke the sorrowful he went; even the austere Cameronian unbent his fea- silence each had hitherto preserved, and he sought a tures at the mention of some of his happy jokes or wild renewal of Mary's first consent, prefacing his earnest adventures, embellished only by the native wit of the demand with a vow of eternal love. Darrator. For miles round, he was the pride of every “ Nay, Walter, ye had spoken of ither things, did ye body; and when on the Sabbath days, in his new plaid, ken what was uppermaist in my heart; but my puir he crossed over the hill to the church at Ettrick, he was father--I maun see him nae mair !" always accompanied by a group of both young and old, to “ Ye bae lost ae friend, Mary; it was God's will-ho whom, by his happy, but not unappropriate conversation, aye rules for the best: ye are about to part frae anither." be relieved the tediousness of their sacred journey, Among “ No, for ever, as I bae dune wi' him, we'll mees much as composed this train, was Mary Scott, the daughter again.” of an aged farmer on the banks of the Meggat, a mile or “ Heaven grant it so; but why part, Mary?” two above Henderland. She was the flower of the forest. Mary burst into a flood of tears. “ There's nane here Beautiful in person, and happy in temper, she commanded I can stop wi'; it's no' but what they'd mak me welcome, the admiration of the young, and the esteem of the old. but they're a strangers in a way, an' my auntie says I Not a youth about the Cramoult but would have risked maun gang wi' her, an' my puir father had axed her his life for the innocent-hearted girl ; and none more afore." ready tban Walter Grieve. Many a time had he clain “ It's no sin to marry, Mary." bered those precipitous rocks that shadow the Grey-mare's “ Na, na, dinna speak o't, or ye'll brak my heart; it's Tail, a short way below Loch Skene, for no other pur no decent, I hae nae a mind to't the noo; gin a year pose than to bring back the brood of the blue falcon to come”laughing but anxious Mary; and the burn of Winterhope “ An' ye may hae forgotten Walter Grieve." was not seldom travelled to furnish the old farmer and

“ Forget ! I may forget mysell-I may forget Heaven his daughter with a creelful of fine trout. No wonder but ye canna think it-it's no in ye; Ob, Watty, an' an early attachment took place. Walter Grieve loved ; ye did ken what I feel." and Mary, by her avowed preference, signified, in the " Gie me your band, Mary; we'l aye luxe, come what

row.

wy; mong a time will I be here by mysell, and a' yon altered in her love, and fondly persuaded that all was arns shinin', an' yon moon wi' its bricht and bonny well. At length the year expired, and custom allowed ice; an' I'll sit doon on this green stane, an' think o' her the privilege of dispensing with her garments of sorhe lovely Lady Cochran, that hid bersell ahint the water. She talked of her union with Walter as an apfa' till the cruel men cam an' stabbed her; an' than o'proaching event, little suspecting the fatal inroad made thee, Mary! wi' thy bonny tresses a' dancin' in the upon her hopes. The day soon arrived for her return to wind"

her native home; every new scene brought her nearer to : “ Whisht, Watty, that's no talk for the like as I am, his cottage; that cottage now untenanted-now solitary. puir orphan ; let's gang, the cauld dew's no for a fever, When arrived at Henderland, she was met by a shepherd an' I've a warm brow an'a sair heart.”

-it was Gilbert Brydou; he started as he saw her, And Walter kissed Mary's fair cheek, and they went and passed without notice. At the Cramoult, she was home, Walter to his own hut, and Mary to her lonely received in somewhat a similar manner, by one of the house. The day after, she was removed away, far from herds—once her father's. her native hills, to the bustle of a market town near “ Ye dinna ken me, John ?” Glasgow. Walter was now no longer himself. The “Ay, weel eneugh,” was the short reply ; which was sheep died on his hands through neglect; he lost every immediately succeeded by—“ An' what brings ye back relish for the social amusements of his companions, and here, ye ne'er-do-weel, after ye hae broken puir Watty kept himself strangely retired from their observation. Grieve's heart, and garred him do the awfu' deed ?" The cause of this was known to all, and for the time “ The awfu' deed, John!" lamented; but still it was thought he took too grievously Ay! weel ken ye o't. Oh, lassie, ye hae muckle, to heart a misfortune which a few months would remedy, muckle to answer for, and that besides the death o' Watty when he would find restored to his own heart the now Grieve." divided object of its regards. But Walter harboured a “ Walter Grieve! dead! killed himself !” exclaimed strange presentiment—a sort of undefinable dread crept she, falling down upon the hard ground. John Anderin upon his mind-a vague something distracted his son had a warm heart, and he lifted the poor girl into her imagination. He fancied himself no longer the object fatber's old house, and there she heard the whole story, of Mary's affections; he created dreams of rivals that -how Walter had received a letter, accusing her of innever existed, except in the shadowy vagueness of his constancy, and how it went to his heart, and how he ungrounded suspicions.

strangled himself with his own hand, and was buried up Not far from where Walter lived was the dwelling of by the Birch Craig, in a morass. Poor Mary! her brain one Gilbert Brydon. Of the same occupation in life, was struck with the sad recital, and a long, long fever they had long been companions together. Gilbert bad she had before she rose from her lonely bed. At length her little attraction to recommend him; unamiable in dispo. health came back, but not the fair bloom, nor the mirthsition, of harsh features, and fierce and disagreeable into ful heart. She was strangely altered, and never a word dation, he secured the secret dislike of all he came io did she say to those that were round about her, only she contact with. Nor was Walter unacquainted with his asked to be led to Walter's grave; and they took her up character ; though obliged often to be together, he main to the lonely spot, and showed her a head-stone they had tained towards him nothing more than a show of friend placed there, and she kissed the green tarf, and sang a ship: there was no reciprocal feeling or similarity of hymn over it, and they led her away home to her dwell. temper. Of late years he had regarded him with marked ing. A few nights after, she was missed at the humble hostility, on account of some reported insult offered to board. The poor girl had gone all alone to her lover's Mary Scott.

She herself had never breathed his name, grave, and she dug up the spot with her own hands-for and her father in bis lifetime had forbidden his presence. she could not bear to think of Walter lying in unholy Gilbert was a man of the worst passions; he saw him- ground and she lifted the corpse berself, still fresh as self despised, and he brooded over revenge. Now that old when first found, being kept from decay by the nature of Adam Scott was removed, and his daughter placed be the moss where it was buried. It was a strange task for yond reach of counteracting his design, he no sooner saw one so fair ; and she took from her shoulders ber grey the impression produced by her departure upon Walter mantle, and wrapped it round her dead lover, and all Grieve, than he determined, at the cost of every principle, night long carried him in her arms over the dark hills. to trifle with affections so sacred in their nature, as those few were the stars that shone on her solitary journey ; which the latter displayed. Being on a visit to Glasgow, but the wind went by, and lifted the folds of the grey he procured assistance to forge a letter in the name of mantle, and shook the purple heaths and the long ferns, Mary Scott's relatives, purporting not merely an aliena- and, ere morning came, she was alone at St Mary's tion of her wishes, but her approaching nuptials with a Churchyard, bending over the pale corpse ; and there was young man of the place where she then resided. This she found, herself as lifeless, with her cheek laid upon was addressed to Walter Grieve. He received it from his, and her blue eyes shut, and her hair, wet with dew, the hands of the carrier a day or two after, the very streaming upon the moss. Both were buried in one night the nuptials were described as to take place. Being grave under one mound. Gilbert Brydon soon left the directed from the town where Mary lived, he opened it country, and was never more heard of. A confession of with breathless anxiety. The dreadful announcement bis fraud was discovered in his own hut-only that many prostrated him upon the ground. When he recovered, it might curse his memory, who had never seen him. was only to rush up among the hills, he knew not where. I had returned from a visit to the Ettrick Shepherd That night he was missed at home: his father, an old the last time I entered St Mary's Churchyard : it was an man, went in search of him, and not for many a weary eve of stillness and beauty. Far down was to be seen hour did he gain upon any traces of his heart-stricken the Yarrow, baunted with a thousand recollections of

At length he found him suspended by his plaid Border story, on whose banks were the strongholds of upon an old thorn. It was a sad sight for an aged parent the Douglasses, the Murrays, and the Scots, the towers to see; he was led helpless from the spot, and a few weeks of Hangingshaw and Newark; and then to my right after was no more. As for Walter, he was removed, cold rose a long stretch of the lonely loch, and beyond it its and lifeless, to a neighbouring hut, and next day buried twin sister of the Lowes and Bodsbeck, and the Moffat in the midst of a wild morass the horror with which hills, and the Eskdale moors, famed as the retreat of the the crime of suicide was regarded by the surrounding persecuted in the day of the Covenant. I heard the fore. peasantry, excluding his remains from the common pri- going tale from the lips of an aged shepherd, who was vilege of consecrated ground.

then employed in the melancholy task of digging a grave This was never told to Mary Scott: she lived on un for another child of mortality.

Bon,

ΤΑ ΣΠΟΡΑΔΗΝ,

that being, as he called it, his best gymnasium-or pleaOR MISCELLANEOUS NOTICES OF ANTIQUITY, APOTHEGMS,

santest exercise in smallest space. There is a story told CUSTOMS, ANECDOTES, &c.

of the two philosophers, Menedemus and Asclepades,

who, when young men, and students of wisdom under By William Tennant.

one of the Athenian masters, were enabled to maintain a ABCESILAUS, the founder of the Middle Academy, was respectable personal appearance merely by grinding every not only possessed of wealth, but liberal in its distribu- night at the mill for two drachmæ, or about 1s. 4d. tion. There is recorded one delightful anecdote of his a-night; on hearing which, the Areopagites, io admiration generosity. On learning that Apelles, the celebrated of their frugality and love of wisdom, presented them painter, was, in his old age, at once labouring with dis- with an honorary gift of 200 drachmæ.—Mithridates ease and poverty, he called at his house with a purse of invented and tirst set up a corn-mill driven by water, in gold in his pocket; and, seating himself at his bedside, Cappadocia. Thereafter, and probably from this circum“Here," said he looking round upon the meagre reple. stance, the bakers of Cappadocia became celebrated. An pishments of the chamber, “here is nothing saving the interesting particular connected with the Greek and bare elements of Einpedocles,—tire, water, earth, and a Oriental practice of nocturnal grinding may be quoted roomy expanse of empty ether ; my friend, you are not from the military history of Julian :- His forces, when eren bedded pleasantly ; your very pillow is unsmoothed | besieging some strong place near Ctesiphon, on the Tigris, and merciless to you;” so saying, he shook up his pillow, had wrought a deep mine under the walls and buildings as if for the purpose of smoothing it for the head of his to the very centre of the city, when his soldiers, on digsick friend ; and, in so doing, he secretly slipt in beneath ging the earth upwards to the surface, landed after midthe bolster bis concealed parse of gold. After his depart- night in the middle of a poor woman's house, who was ure, the attendant old woman discovered the treasure, busily employed in the act of grinding corn for flourand, in a state of perplexed admiration, announced it to bread, and who was doubtless not a little astonished at A pelles. “ Ah! it is like him," said the languid painter ; the emersion into her solitary chamber of such subter“it is one of the thievish tricks of Arcesilaus !"

ranean visitants.

The mirth and turbulent exclamations of joyous con The submersion of the town of Helice, on the coast gratulation that attended the conclusion of vintage-time, of Achaia, about 400 years before the Christian era, is to wbich allusion is made in several passages of the Old one of the most remarkable and terrific incidents in the Testament, not only originated the drama in Greece, but geological bistory of Europe. Helice was a considerable gave its name to Tragedy-Teuywarce, or the song of the town of Achaia, about a mile and a quarter from the sea, wine-lees, having been its original name. The praises of and celebrated for an altar and statue of Neptune, which Bacchus, who was also addressed by the name of Dithy- was regarded with much veneration by the Ionians and rambus, were first shouted and sung by the tumultuary the neighbouring people. The Achaians had slain, about assemblage of vintage-men and vintage-women in extem- six months before, some suppliants that had Aed for proporaneous verses, which, from his name, were called tection to the altar; and by that atrocity had, according Dithyrambics. Rapturous expressions of joy, humor to the ideas then prevalent, excited the indignation of ous rebukes, and bold sallies of wit, seem to have consti- | Neptune, who inflicted upon the place a sweepivg and tuted the substance of their tumultuous entertainment. summary vengeance.

The subinersion took place during As a representative of this mirthful body, the chorus was winter, and in the night time. A violent vibration of formed, containing originally fifty persons : as that num the ground preceded it, and must have loosened the subber was found by experience to be too large and incon terranean props of the territory ; suddenly the whole venient, thirty-five were withdrawn, leaving fifteen, which shore, for a mile or two, on which the town stood, subcontinued to be the regular number on the Athenian sided and sunk to a level with the bottom of the bay that stage. In order to relieve, by some interruption of inter- adjoined, and the sea, in one accumulated surge, rushed Jude, the chorus from their fatigue of chanting and reci in on the vacancy created, occupying and overwhelming, ting, Thespis, a native of Icara, a village in Attica, intro- in a few seconds, the whole city and plain, so that not a duced one actor with a mask; Æschylus introduced a house-roof was in the morning visible. Nothing remained second actor with the scenic palla, or magnificent robe to testify the existence of the town which, the night which the Athenian priests afterwards copied from him: before, bad stood in her pride, and unsuspicious of danger, he also introduced various masks and dances, which he saving the tops of the few lofty trees that surrounded the himself practised and taught. Sophocles, shortly after- altar of Neptune. Not an inhabitant escaped; they wards, brought forward a third actor, and invented scene must have perished in her, huddled together in the streets, painting, which was considered as the apex of improve- from the alarm given by the earthquake, and more proment, and the complete perfection of the scenic apparatus. bably asleep in their beds, unconscious of the nature of the

tremendous catastrophe that befell them. On the next Till about fifty years before tbe commencement of the day the Achaians sent 2000 men to gather and drag for Christian era, the ancients had no large mills driven by the dead. For many years after, the great brazen statue water, but ground their corn in small mills of one stone of Neptune was seen under water, holding in his hand rolling rapidly over another, which were agitated by the the Hippocamp, which proved a dangerous obstacle to hands of slaves, or women servants; to which reference the fishermen as they fastened their nets and plied their is made in the New Testament. The morning, before occupation over the house-tops of the unfortunate city. sunrise, was the time allotted, in the domestic arrange-There happened to be present, on the night of the subinents, for grinding flour for the use of the family during mersion, Polis, the Lacedemonian ambassador, who had the day; and so loud was the sound of the operation at one time been an instrument in selling Plato from within the houses, as to be heard in all the streets of towns Sicily as a slave; the Divinity thus punishing him, as an and villages; a circumstance which gives beautiful illus ancient writer says, for his persecution of the philosopher. tration to the expression in Ecclesiastes,—"the sound of the extraordinary disaster of this place became a tale of the grinding is low.” The Grecian women had a song melancholy celebrity throughout the whole beathen world, called the Song of the Mill, which they sung when at and was commented upon nearly 500 years after by that employment, beginning, “ Grind, mill, grind ; even Antoninus, as a striking instance of the uncertainty and Pittacus, king of great Mitylene, doth grind.” For it total insolidity of life and human enjoyments. seems that Pittacus, tyrant, as he was called, of Mitylene, bat nevertheless one of their seven wise men, had been In a state of humble simplicity and comparative accastomed to resort for amusement to the grinding-mill, poverty, nations, like individuals, use short and rather

MUSIC.

frequent meals. It is after they have become opulent and beauty, and partly, perhaps, from the particular circumluxurious that they use but few meals—two meals, or stances under which I first heard it. I mean the “ Highperhaps but a single meal. The ancient Persians, the land Mary" of Burns. I should like to hear it when I am most luxurious people of the world, from whom the dying. Greeks learned all the pompous apparatus of the dining What a host of indefinable emotions may be summoned room and the table, had but one meal-dinner. The into being by a few words and sounds! We read of kings Greeks, in their earliest and most simple condition, had, and warriors who won their way to empire and glory like our good plain country people of Scotland, four through perils, and famine, and the sword ; and yet how meals, corresponding to our breakfast, dinner, four-hours, small is their triumph, and how little are they to be envied, and supper.

As they became opulent, and acquired compared with that man who weds the breathings of his habits of refined entertainment, from their communica own immortal lyre to melody as exalted and divine as its tions with the monarchs of Lydia and the East, they own! began, like the luxurious inhabitants of our modern cities, Blest !-for ever blest !-art thou in my memory, Robert to have but two meals—if, indeed, we may reckon their Burns !-and dear avd hallowed in my fancy lives the breakfast a meal, which was, like that of the Romans, image of thy gentle Mary; though my eyes never beheld but a slender repast. They seem to have sat down to

either her or you,-and now both have passed away from dinner, or rather reclined on their couches, about three this earth like a dream ! o'clock, or a little later perhaps, and to have r tired about twilight, excepting when the party wished to prolong the conversation, or plunge into conviviality.

THE LONDON DRAMA.
Devongrove, Clackmannanshire,
December 18, 1830.

Pavilion Parade, Brighton,

Monday, Dec, 27th, 1830.

Though our last week's critical duties have been very By Gertrude.

nearly a siuecure, yet, to prepare for the anticipated

fatigues of our Christmas campaign, we have deemned it WHOEVER loves nature loves music, for each is full of the

most prudent, as--seeing his Majesty, God bless him! is other; and what the changes of the seasons are to the skies, here also---it certainly is most fashionable, to spend the and hills, and streams, the various tones of melody are to holydays at Brighton, and cateh invigoration, as well as the sympatbies, and moods, and affections of the soul. As an inspiration, from the ocean breeze. Since our last notice, almighty and invincible hand can turn in a moment into the performances at both theatres have been repetitions calm and sunshine the darkest storm of sea and land, so the of pieces already criticised ; and it is therefore merely unseeu and mysterious power of music can chase away the necessary to say, that "Werner” and Miss Inverarity are deepest shadow from the beart-attuning every chord to nightly increasing in public favour ; though all attention divinest harmony. I have seen many summer days that I is now so completely absorbed in preparations for the could compare to nothing but one glorious piece of music. pantomimes, that Tragedy and Comedy “ hide their dimiTheir commencement in the morning was a wild burst of rap- nished heads” before the genius of Harlequinade; and throus joy, as if the voices of a thousand young and radiant Macready and Miss Kemble are, out of all comparison, spirits sung Pæans to the Goddess of Delight far up among inferior to the Clown and Columbine! A few words, the clouds. The noon was gorgeous and magnificent, but therefore, on this all-engrossing subject, must be infinitely more subdued and tranquil in its grandeur; and then the superior to any thing else. Unhappily for the originality strain, analogous to the fall of evening, -oh! how gently, of the Drury-Lane pantomime, even its very name and how beautifully, it died away to the close !-till a holy sad

fable are both pirated from last year's display at the Dens came over every heart, and tears stood in every eye!

Pavilion, Whitechapel Road ! And “ Davy Jones, or They say that every thing around us is full of poetry,–

Harlequin and Mother Carey's Chickens," having deand how much do we not see daily that breathes of nothing lighted the wonderers of the East, has now travelled to but music! I have heard music in the wintriest night, astonish the gazers of the West, though its voyage has when I looked at the stars, and there was no sound in the

had any thing but fair winds hitherto in its progress to air. It was a low sacred psalm, that spoke of God and

this evening's exhibition ; the misunderstandings behind prayer, and it sanctified and purified the mind. I have

the curtain having more than once threatened its shipheard music when I gazed on a fair young face, and its

wreck altogether. In consequence of these, Mr Stantones were soft and silvery, telling of pure feelings and in

field's Alpine Diorama has been brushed over in ten noceut enjoyments. I have heard music when I looked on

days, although, to have received due justice, it should have the furrows of wan and withered age; its chords were

occupied nearly as many weeks; and the author, as wę strange and melancholy, and they made me weep, for they presume he calls himself, Mr Wm. Barrymore, one day

threatened to walk off with the MS., and abandon the sounded like the dirge of happiness that had fled for ever !

season to its fate. Having escaped these and sundry Of all sorts of music, songs are probably the best. In songs may be found the perfection both of melody and poet

otber difficulties, however, to-night it is to be brought

out to an admiring public, and all that we are yet able ry. As fragrance dwells with the flower, so music and

to announce of its attractions is, that its first scene is to miustrelsy should ever be linked together; and where one is be at the bottom of the sea ; that it will be redolent of bad, the other should not be degraded by an unequal union.

sea-nymphs and mermaids, and is to have two ColumIt is painful to see a fine air adapted to silly or inharmo

bipes ! -The Covent Garden exbibition is to be entitled, nious words, or to hear beautiful and touching verses join

Harlequin Pat and Harlequin Bat, or the Giant's ed to unmeaning or heartless strains. How often, in these Causeway;" the first tive scenes of which are to be days of retinement, (as they are called,) have we to regret broar farce, written by R. B. Peake, and the hero, the utter worthlessness of both ! and how refreshing and

Trismagistus Mulligan, played by Power. The scenery how ennobling is it for our ears to be taken captive, which and mechanism will be much superior to the usual avethey sometimes are, by the unexpected taste and feeling

rage ; and amongst them will be introduced the very evinced by some encbanting singer--whose very soul seems palpable joke of our Lord Mayor's Show lost in a fog! to come forth from his lips, and whose genius, on a sudden, The minors are all equally busy as their betters; and bathes the hearts of his auditors in a sea of pure and living Master Joseph Sebastian Grimaldi-like the Vicar of light. There is one song which I can never listen to with- Wakefield, we love to give the whole name—“ fallen from qui tears ;-chiefly from its own intrinsic and surpassing his high estate" through "villainous coinpany," is to

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figure at the Coburg. Of their deserts and doings, how But in the twinkling of an eye, the Bell Inn evaporates, ever, both great and small, we must delay writing farther and, Mother Bunch only knows how or why, but we are until we can do them all justice.

all at once in the vicinity of the Bell Rock Lighthouse Peregrine Somerset. a delicate transition, no doubt, from the Bell Inn to the

Bell Rock. It is a stormy night, full of thunder and

lightning, and particularly high waves, so Mr Edmunds THE EDINBURGA DRAMA.

walks in and sings, “ The Bay of Biscay," and then Har.

lequin and Columbine dance a pas de deur, though it rains · The man who does not love a Christmas Pantomime, Morayshire foods upon them all the time. The whole is fit for "treason, stratagem, and spoil.” “ Let no such is as it should be; but, by Our Lady! down all at once man be trusted.” In the Christmas week we think of goes both the Bell Rock and the ocean itself, and all the nothing else. We dream of the pantomime ; we break- thunder and lightning, into the solid earth, and our old fast, dine, and sup on the pantomime ; we give up all our acquaintance the town and port of Leith, with its ships, ordinary pursuits, and do not care one farthing for the sailors, fish-women, and fish, some of them queer enough, state of Europe. “ The pantomime's the thing by which starts up before us. At length Leith too goes the way of to catch the conscience of"_OLD CERBERUS! It makes all flesh, and the best scene of all—a country fait, opens tis young again! and only think what it is to be young !

upon us.

That strolling player on the platform before "Tis to be unsuspicious, confiding, romantic, joyous ! 'Tis his “ pavilion of fancy,” inviting the ladies and gentlemen to be full of rosy health, and never-failing spirits ! 'Tis to walk up, with a je-ne-scai-quoi in his manner which to believe that the world is what it seems, and that all the Talma or John Kemble could never have copied, is a felmen and women are not “merely players." 0! to be low particularly dear to our affections. He plays on the young again is to know nothing of criticism, and the sour fiddle too ! But mark the uncertainty of all human harsh thoughts which criticism brings along with it. 'Tis things! Just in the midst of one of his most exquisite to go with papa and mamma, and three or four brothers Alonrishes, Harlequin waves his sword, and in a moment and sisters, and half a dozen cousins and second cousins, his pavilion of fancy is changed into a menagerie of wild all crammed into one coach by a process quite inexplicable; beasts! and the clown and the pantaloon, and the strolling 'tis to rattle along with them through streets, all brilliant tragedian himself, are under the paws of lions, hyenas, with lamps and shop windows, till we stop at that palace leopards, orang-outangs, boa-constrictors, sea-horses and of young delight—the Theatre! Then, for five blessed polar bears, who break out of their cages, and swarm over, hours, what looks of rapture! what peels of merriment ! | the stage, to the imminent danger of the whole audience, what thrillings of delicious emotions ! Time! Time! though they have as yet limited their ravages to seventeen Time !" how thou dost change all these things !—but, individuals in the orchestra. Leaving this too agitating thank Hearen! “ Mother Bunch” is greater than thou; scene, and led by the silver moon, we come to a rural and when she comes to our aid, we defy thee, wrinkled cottage, where we ourselves could spend all our lives with cynic! See! the curtain goes up, and Awl the cobbler Columbine ; but, presto! Mother Bunch slides down on refuses to give his daughter to Colin as he should do, and

a lunar rainbow, and transports us all at once to her fairy wishes the girl to marry that nondescript booby. Colin bower and pearly fountain, where, amidst a brilliant disis dismissed in sore dejection ; we'll follow him. Being play of fireworks, every body is made happy, and then, a woodcutter, he goes to the forest to cut wood ; but, to alas! the curtain falls and shuts out Paradise from our put the finishing stroke to his misfortunes, he breaks his view. Nothing lasts for ever, and even a Christmas panaxe, and immediately determines to hang himself. He tomime must come to an end, though we have often is just about to carry his intention into execution, and wished that it had no end, but went on through the whole really it would have been a pity to have done so in so

year, for ever and for ever! We can see it again to be lovely a part of the country, for we never saw a more

sure, that's one comfort! To-morrow and to-morrow. romantic woodland scene, when Mother Bunch comes

Jones has played once this week. We were unable to to his assistance, and presents him with a golden axe, on

be present, but we shall say something good about him condition that he won't tell whom he got it from. The next Saturday, partly in the hope of making it apparent golden axe is a golden key to old Awl's good graces, and to Mr Green, that the blue silk waistcoat he is continuhe consents to give Colin his daughter ; but the young ally wearing is of all other waistcoats the most odious lady is determined to know how he came by the axe, and and anti-classical. A bitter bad piece, called “ The Nahe soon finds it impossiblemas every lover would have tional Guard,” represented in the too flattering bills as a done-to keep his secret in opposition to her entreaties.

“comic opera,” has been brought out, and on the whole He blabs, and instantly Mother Bunch comes down like has been bitter-badly played. But we have the Christa flash of lightning, and the cobbler's household vanishes

mas Pantomime-we bave Mother Bunch, and we are into thin air, and the nature of all his establishment is happy-yea, we are in good-humour with all the world. changed. Colin is Harlequin, the lady of his heart is

Old Cerberus. Columbine, Awl is Pantaloon, and the opposition lover is Clown. Off they go, like velocipedes down an inclined plane, and it makes one almost giddy to follow them. LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES. Lo! they have all got to a barber's shop, and the Clown plays the barber, and of course the poor Dandy, who

The First Number of The Edinburgh University Magazine, to be comes to have his hair dressed, suffers in the cause.

continued monthly during the session, is announced to appear next What an essay might be written upon the dandies of week. The Editors wish to make this Magazine a vehicle for the pantomimes ! They are a race by themselves, always general talent of the University. looking pleasant, and carrying a jaunty air, but used in Dialogues on the Rule of Faith, between a member of the British a manner that seems to set at defiance Mr Martin's Society for promoting the religious principles of the reformation and bill against cruelty to animals.

a Catholic Layman, to be inscribed to the Office Bearers of the SoPantomimic dandies

ciety, are in the press. are delicious creatures ! But even the dandy in the pre The first Number of The Edinburgh Law Journal will appear sent instance does not suffer so much as the pantaloon, for speedily. The attention of the Conductors of this work will be dihe gets his head chopped off, and the clown, with his usual rected to two great objects,--the improvement of Scottish Jurisprucomplacency, puts it in his pocket, leaving pantaloon to dence, and the promotion of a thorough knowledge of its principles run after him in search of it. The barber's shop disap- and practice among the members of the legal bodies.

British Melodies, or Songs of the People, by H. S. Cornish, win pears, and here is the exterior of the Bell Inn Tavern and

appear Hotel. The clown and pantaloon's head sup together, Professor M‘Culloch is preparing for publication a Theoretical and and perform many more equally wonderful experiments. Practical Dictionary of Commerce and Commercial Navigation..

this month.

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