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There chiefly I sought thee, there only I found thee;

Wi' rocks o' the Nevis and Garny Her glance was the best of the rays that surround thee;

We'd rattle bim off frae our shore, When it sparkled o'er aught that was bright in my story,

Or lull him asleep in a cairny, I knew it was love, and I felt it was glory."

An' sing him-Lochaber no more!

Stanes an' bullets an'a', Having now exerted ourselves, to the best of our ability,

Bullets an' stanes an'a': to take off the first edge of our readers' curiosity, we shall

We'll finish the Corsican callan return to this important work more methodically and

Wi' stanes an' bullets an'a'! argumentatively next week.

“ For the Gordon is good in a hurry,

An' Campbell is steel to the bane,

An' Grant, an' M'Kenzie, an' Murray, Songs; by the Ettrick Shepherd. Now first Collected. An' Cameron will hurkle to nane; Edinburgh. William Blackwood. 1831. 12mo.

The Stuart is sturdy an' loyal, Having been favoured with a copy of this work in

An’sae is M‘Leod an' M'Kay; sheets, we should have noticed it sooner, bad our Christ

An' I, their gudebrither, M‘Donald,

Shall ne'er be the last in the fray! mas or New Year's Day number contained reviews. We

Brogues an’ brochin an'a', now hasten to introduce it to the acquaintance of our

Brochin an' brogues an'a'; readers, fully satisfied that it will speedily acquire an ex

An' up wi' the bonny blue bonnet, tensive and well-merited popularity.

The kilt an' the feather an' a'!"* Having so recently taken occasion to speak of the Shep

In a different strain, full of tenderness and simplicity, herd's peculiar talents, we shall not revert to the subject is the following beautiful little lyric: at present; but, as the best mode of recommending the volame before us to the favour of our readers, we shall enrich our columns with a few of its songs, together “Is my greatest favourite at present,-probably because the air is with the graphic and characteristic notes with which my own, as well as the verses ; for I find I have a particular facility they are accompanied.

in approving of such things. It is beautifully set by Bishop, in Gould. We shall begin with the first song in the volume. It ing and D’Almaine's Select Scottish Melodies. is full of that spirit-stirring humour which the Scotch

Lang I sat by the broom sae green, people are fond of mingling with their patriotism. The

An' 0, my heart was eerie ! notes which accompany it are curious and amusing:

For aye this strain was breathed within,

Your laddie will no come near ye !

Lie still, thou wee bit fluttering thing, "I place this song the first, not on account of any intrinsic merit

What means this weary wavering? that it possesses,- for there it ranks rather low,—but merely because

Nae heart returns thy raptured spring, it was my first song, and exceedingly popular when it first appeared.

Your laddie will no come near ye !
I wrote it when a barefooted lad herding lambs on the Blackhouse
Heights, in utter indignation at the threatened invasion from France.

“ His leifu' sang the robin sung But after it had run through the Three Kingdoms, like fire set to

On the bough that hung sae near me, heather, for ten or twelve years, no one ever knew or enquired who

Wi' tender grief my heart was wrung, was the author.-It is set to the old air, Woo'd an’ married an'a.'

For 0, the strain was dreary !
“ My name it is Donald Macdonald,

The robin's sang it couldnae be
I leeve in the Heelands sae grand ;

That gart the tear-drap blind my ee;
I hae follow'd our banner, and will do,

How ken'd the wee bird on the tree
Wherever my Maker has land.

That my laddie wad no come near me?
When rankit amang the blue bonnets,
Nae danger can fear me ava;

“ The new-wean’d lamb on yonder lea
I ken that my brethren around me

It bleats out through the braken,
Are either to conquer or fa'.

The herried bird upon the tree
Brogues an' brochin an'a',

Mourns o'er its nest forsaken ;-
Brocbin an' brogues an'a';

If they are wae, how weel may I ?
An' is nae her very weel aff

Nae grief like mine aneath the sky,
Wi' her brogues an' brochin an'a'?

The lad I loe be cares nae by

Though my fond beart is breaking !" “What though we befriendit young Charlie ?To tell it I dinna think shame;

• “I once heard the above song sung in the theatre at Lancaster, Poor lad, he cam to us but barely,

when the singer substituted the following lines of his own for the An' reckon'd our mountains his hame.

last verse: 'Twas true that our reason for bade us;

• For Jock Bull he is good in a hurry, But tenderness carried the day ;

And Sawney is steel to the bane,

An' wee Davie Welsh is a widdy,
Had Geordie come friendless amang us,

An' Paddy will hurkle to nane :
Wi' him we bad a' gane away.

They'll a' prove baith sturdy and loyal,
Sword an' buckler an'a',

Come dangers around them what may,
Buckler an' sword an'a';

An' 1, their gudebrither, M.Donald,

Shall ne'er be the last in the fray !' &c.
Now for George we'll encounter the devil,
Wi' sword an' buckler an'a'!

It took exceedingly well, and was three times encored, and there
was I sitting in the gallery, applauding as much as any body. My

vanity prompted me to tell a jolly Yorkshire manufacturer that “ An' 0, I wad eagerly press him

night, that I was the author of the song. He laughed excessively at The keys o' the East to retain ;

my assumption, and told the landlady that he took me for a halfFor should he gie up the possession,

crazed Scots pedlar. We'll soon hae to force them again.

“ Another anecdote concerning this song I may mention ; and I do

it with no little pride, as it is a proof of the popularity of Donald Than yield up an inch wi' dishonour,

M'Donald among a class, to inspire whom with devotion to the cause Though it were my finishing blow,

of their country was at that time a matter of no little consequence. He aye may depend on M‘Donald,

Happening upon one occasion to be in a wood in Dumfries-shire, Wi' his Heelanders a' in a row:

through which wood the highroad passed, I heard a voice singing ;

and a turn of the road soon brought in sight a soldier, who seemed Knees an' elbows an'a',

to be either travelling home upon furlough, or returning to his regiElbows an' knees an'a';

ment. When the singer approached nearer, I distinguished the notes Depend upon Donald M.Donald,

of my own song of Donald M‘Donald. As the lad proceeded with His knees an' elbows an' a'!

his song, he got more and more into the spirit of the thing, and on

coming to the end, “ Wad Bonaparte land at Fort William,

• An' up wi' the bonny blue bonnet,

The kilt an' the feather an' a'!'
Auld Europe nae longer should grane;

in the height of his enthusiasm, he hoisted his cap on the end of his I laugh when I think how we'd gall him,

staff, and danced it about triumphantly. I stood ensconced behind Wi' bullet, wi' steel, an' wi' stane;

a tree, and heard and saw all without being observed."

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There is a delicate and touching pathos in the two last Where echoes sing to his music's tone, lines of the second verse of the above song :

And fairies listen behind him.

He sings of nature all in her prime,
" How ken'd the wee bird on the tree

Of sweets that round him hover,
That my laddie wad no come near me ?"

Of mountain heath and moorland thyme,

And trifles that tell the lover. But the Shepherd's versatility is great; and we are not aware of any species of Scotch song in which he is not

“ How wildly sweet is the minstrel's lay, at home. Let us take, as our next example,

Through cliffs and wild woods ringing, Women Fo'k," a ballad we have heard him sing a hun For, ah ! there is love to beacon his way, dred times, with all a bard's enthusiasm, in the presence

And hope in the song he's singing ! of many a fair and smiling damsel; and heartily do we The bard may indite, and the minstrel sing, agree with him in declaring that no one else will ever

And maidens may chorus it rarely; sing it so well again :

But unless there be love in that heart within,

The ditty will charm but sparely."

This is different from Moore's “ Minstrel Boy,” but " The air of this song is my own. It was first set to music by Heather, and most beautifully set too. It was afterwards set by

it is scarcely inferior. Our readers will peruse the folDewar, whether with the same accompaniments or not, I have forgot.lowing with interest : It is my own favourite humorous song, when forced to sing by ladies against my will, which too frequently happens; and, notwithstand

O, WEEL BEFA' THE MAIDEN GAY. ing my wood-notes wild, it will never be sung by any so well again. This song was written at Elleray, Mr Wilson's seat in WestmoreFor the air, sce the Border Garland.

land, where a number of my very best things were written. There “O sairly may I rue the day.

was a system of competition went on there, the most delightful that I fancied first the womenkind;

I ever engaged in. Mr Wilson and I had a Queen's Wake every wet For aye sinsyne I ne'er can hae

day-a fair set-to who should write the best poem between breakfast Ae quiet thought or peace o' mind!

and dinner, and, if I am any judge, these friendly competitious proThey hae plagued my heart an' pleased my ee,

duced several of our best poems, if not the best ever written on the An' teased an' Matter'd me at will,

same subjects before. Mr Wilson, as well as Southey and Words But aye, for a' their witcherye,

worth, had all of them a way of singing out their poetry in a loud The pawky things I loe them still.

sonorous key, which was very impressive, but perfectly ludicrous. o the women fo'k! O the women fo'k!

Wilson, at that period, composed all his poetry, by going over it in But they hae been the wreck o' me;

that sounding strain; and in our daily competitions, although our O weary fa' the women fo'k,

rooms were not immediately adjoining, I always overheard what For they winna let a body be!

progress he was making. When he came upon any grand idea, he opened upon it full swell, with all the energy of a fine fox-hound on

a hot trail. If I heard many of these vehement aspirations, they “ I hae thought an' thought, but darena tell,

weakened my hands and discouraged my heart, and I often said to I've studied them wi' a' my skill,

myself, “Gudefaith, it's a' ower wi' me for this day! When we I've lo'ed them better than mysell, I've tried again to like them ill.

went over the poems together in the evening, I was always anxious

to learn what parts of the poem had excited the sublime breathings Wha sairest strives, will sairest rue,

which I had heard at a distance, but he never could tell me. To comprehend what nae man can ; When he has done what man can do,

There was another symptom. When we met at dinner-time, if

Mr Wilson had not been successful in pleasing himself, he was deso He'll end at last where he began.

perate sulky for a while, though he never once missed brightening O the women fo’k, &c.

up, and making the most of the subject. I never saw better sport “ That they hae gentle forms an' meet,

than we had in comparing these poems. How manfully each stood A man wi' halt a look may see;

out for the merits of his own! But Mrs Wilson generally leaned to An' gracefu' airs, an' faces sweet,

my side, nominally at least. I wrote the “Ode to Superstition” An' waving curls aboon the bree;

there, which, to give Mr Wilson justice, he approved of most unAn'smiles as saft as the young rose-bud,

equivocally. He wrote “ The Ship of the Desert” against it An' een sae pawky, bright, an' rare,

thing of far greater splendour, but exceedingly extravagant. I likeWad lure the laverock frae the cludd

wise wrote “ The Stranger” and “ Isabelle" there, both to be found

in the Poetic Mirror; and I know some of the poems that Mr WilBut, laddie, seek to ken nae mair!

son wrote against these too, if I were at liberty to tell. The one he O the women fo'k, &c.

wrote that day on which I composed the following song, was not a “ Eren but this night, nae farther gane,

song, but a little poem in his best style. What with sailing, climbThe date is neither lost nor lang,

ing the mountains, driving with Bob to all the fine scenery, dining I tak ye witness ilka ane,

with poets and great men, jymnastics (as Wilson spells it in the

Noctes), and going to tell our friends that we were not coming to How fell they fought an' fairly dang.

dine with them these were halcyon days, which we shall never see Their point they've carried right or wrang,

Without a reason, rhyme, or law,
An' forced a man to sing a sang,

« 0, weel befa' the maiden gay,
Tbat ne'er could sing a verse ava.

In cottage, bught, or penn,
O the women fo'k! O the women fo'k !

An' weel befa' the bonny May
But they hae been the wreck o' me ;

That wons in yonder glen,

Wha loes the modest truth sae weel,
O weary fa' the women fo'k,
For they winna let a body be."

Wha's aye sae kind, an'aye sae leal,

An' pure as blooming asphodel Our friend the Shepherd is not very well pleased,

Amang sae mony men ! it appears, with Mr Moore, whom he flatly accuses of

0, weel befa' the bonny thing jealousy; and, we must confess, with some show of reason,

Tbat wons in yonder glen! when we find that the agreeable author of the “ National

" 'Tis sweet to hear the music float Melodies" refused to sanction the publication of a song

Along the gloaming lea; like the following:

'Tis sweet to hear the blackbird's note

Come pealing frae the tree;

To see the lambkin's lightsome race “ Was written as a per contra to Mr Moore's song to the same air.

The speckled kid in wanton chaseBut either he or his publishers, or both, up their birses, and caused

The young deer cower in lonely place, it and a great many more to be cancelled, the most ridiculous of all things, in my opinion, I ever kuew. It was manifestly because they

Deep in her flowing den; saw mine were the best. Let them take that ! as Gideon Laidlaw

But sweeter far the bonny face

That smiles in yonder glen! said when the man died who had cheated him. “ The Minstrel Boy to the glen is gone,

“ O, had it no' been for the blush In its deepest dells you'll find him,

O' maiden's virgin flame,

Dear beauty never had been known,

a restless and feverish curiosity hereby excited, and along Aa' never had a name;

with it a painful degree of shame, that we should not But aye siv' that dear thing o' blame Was modeli'd by an angel's frame,

know places to which we are so closely bound. For all The power o' beauty reigns supreme

such evils which flesh is heir to, the Gazetteer of Messrs O'er a' the sons o' men ;

Chambers is a sovereign and infallible remedy. It shall But deadliest far the sacred flame

henceforth, (that is, as soon as it is completed,) neatly Burns in a lonely glen!

bound, occupy a constant place upon our table. We

should as soon think of displacing the Edinburgh Alma. * There's beauty in the violet's vest

nack, or the Rhyming Dictionary. In short, we do not There's hinney in the haw

know how we got on without it before, but we are certain There's dew within the rose's breast, The sweetest o'them a'.

we cannot now dispense with it. It is like tea and potatoes, The sun will rise an' set again,

which our stupid ancestors never seem to have discovered An' lace wi' burning gowd the main

that they wanted; but what a life were this if they should The rainbow bend outower the plain,

now be taken from us ! Sae lovely to the ken;

The following dissertation upon the nature and origin But lovelier far my bonny thing

of those tracts of country to which, in Scotland, the name That wons in yonder glen !"

of " Carse” has been applied, is a fair specimen of the We have room for oply one more song.

It is one manner in which the work is executed : which, for simple pathos, is not surpassed by any other


“ Modern investigation, assisted by the light of science, A FATHER'S LAMENT.

has discovered what was long a matter of justifiable con" A young friend of mine, whom I greatly admired for every manly jecture, that these various carses, or flat stretches of land, and amiable virtue, was cut off suddenly in the flower of his age,

on the margins of great rivers, have been formed by the de(Mr R-A-n.) The next time that I visited the family. position of alluvial matter, and the capricious change of the his parent's distress and expressions of fond remembrance affected

watercourses. By the discovery of the bones of large mame so deeply, that I composed the following verses in his character. rine animals, imbedded many feet below the surface of the I likewise composed an air for it, which I thought adapted to the soil, it has been satisfactorily demonstrated that such places words. It is finely set by Bishop, in his Select Melodies.

must have been at one period-and that an epoch long sub“ How can you bid this heart be blithe,

sequent to the supposed general mixture at the deluge

within the flow of the sea. Some years ago, the perfect When blitbe this heart can never be?

skeleton of a whale was found at Airthrie, in the Carse of I've lost the jewel from my crown

Stirling, many miles from the sea, or the Firth of Forth, Look round our circle, and you'll see

and a considerable distance from the present course of the That there is ane out o'the ring

river. Articles of artificial formation, such as anchors, have Who never can forgotten be

been from time to time exposed in the Carse of Falkirk, Ay, there's a blank at my right hand,

within the memory of men now alive; and many other cirThat ne'er can be made up to me!

cumstances prove that the whole of these two beautiful

prairies have been gradually formed from the alluvium of "'Tis said as water wears the rock,

the adjacent stream. The very nature of the soils of these That time wears out the deepest line ;

two carses is probative of the theory. The land is generally It may be true wi' hearts enow,

a reddish, or at least a coloured stiff clay, capable of produBut never can apply to mine.

cing certain kinds of crops in great abundance. The most For I have learn'd to know and feel

remarkable changes in the physiognomy of the country have Though losses should forgotten be

been produced in the Carse of Gowrie and Strathearn. That still the blank at my right hand

Here the rivers Tay and Earn have doubtless altered their Can never be made up to me!

course, and circumscribed their limits in a number of ways. “I blame not Providence's sway,

The traditions of the country people, although always suspicious, are generally worthy

of some credit, especially when For I have many joys beside, And fain would I in grateful way

local appearances give them countenance. It is a common

tradition, that the Tay, instead of forming the southern Enjoy the same, whate'er betide.

boundary of the Carse of Gowrie, formerly bounded it on A mortal thing should ne'er repine,

the north, running under the Sidlaw Hills ; and it is reBut stoop to the Supreme decree;

lated that rings for the tying up of boats have been found Yet, oh! the blank at my right hand

attached to the rocks near the supposed obsolete course. Can never be made up to me!”

The usual tale is, that the Tay turned off from its present We could go on multiplying quotations of a similar course about two miles below Perth, and, making the cir

cuit described, fell into the Firth, at the eastern extremity kind for a long while, but ex pede Herculem. This vo

of the Carse; the Earn occupied by itself the channel of lume of Songs cannot fail to find its way over the whole the two (now) united rivers. They ran along all the way country; and on the shelves of many a library-in the down the Carse, parallel to, and at no great distance from recess of many a lowly window on the top of many each other, winding round, and almost isolating various an antique chest of drawers, it will take its place side rising grounds which lay between them, and which, from by side with the Poems of Burns.

that circumstance, were called Inches, or islands, as Inchira, Meginch, Inchmartin, Inchmichael, Incbture, and others.

A countryman, having drawn a furrow with his plough A New Gazetteer of Scotland. By Robert Chambers, gate, caused the

whole river to take this direction, and to

from the Tay along a low field which he wished to irriAuthor of the “ Picture of Scotland,” and William How into the course of the Earn, leaving its former chanChambers, Author of the “ Book of Scotland.” Nos. nel bare, and detracting from the Inches their pristine I. and II. Edinburgh. Thomas Ireland. 1831. insular character. Another result has been, that the

Tay now appears to flow into the Earn as a tributary, inThis is a very neat, a very useful, and a very amusing stead of sustaining its real character as a principal. Will work.

The typography is good-the different articles and improbable as this story may appear, it is borne partly are, in general, amusing and well written ;-and, as a book out by local facts. It is the opinion of the present writers of reference, it is of great value. All our readers have, that the whole of that district of country, or space forming without doubt, experienced the teazing sensation attend the beds the Tay and Earn, with the carses on their ant upon the rencontre in a newspaper, or history, of the banks, from that part of the Tay where it becomes shallow, name of some district or locality in our native land, the the Carse of Strathearn on the west, was, at an early period,

a few miles above Dundee, to the eminences which bound precise relative situation of which we cannot figure to one immense lagoon, or jungle, such as is now seen on the ourselves, either because we have forgotten it, or, for a continent of America, wherein was a trackless labyrinth of still better reason, because we never knew it. There is watercourses, pools, brushwood, and forest trees. How

or when the aboriginal forest disappeared, or the waters of between the river Earn and the Ochils on the south, there is the swamp betook themselves to defined channels, are ques- an elevation which receives the popular designation of Tertions which no writer can answer. It is only a matter of nave, a word, in all likelihood, deduced from Terro Navis, certainty that the country continued in a condition far for the very good reason, that the hillock has the precise from reclaimed after the land became inhabited, because the shape and appearance of a ship turned upside down. It etymologies of the names of places now in use are signifi- seems, in fact, as if a ship had been laid on the ground with cant of the original nature of their respective localities. By its keel uppermost, and then, by the caprice of an enchanter, these names we further discover that the district was the changed to earth, with a coating of fine grass. The neighhabitation of beasts of prey and animals of the chase. bouring inhabitants are not decidedly of opinion that Ter. Boars, wolves, and foxes, froin such a deduction, must have nave was ever a ship, which, like ordinary vessels, sailed been the common inhabitants of the thickets and wilds. It upon the sea; but they are firmly of belief that, whether an has been shown by the ingenious naturalist, the Rev. Dr enchanted ship or not, there is something uncanny about it, Fleming of Flisk, that what is now the bed of the Tay was and that it is under the special care of supernatural beings. once a forest, and this is proved by the discovery of the roots Tosupport such a position, they give the following traditionof trees, still in their natural position, within low water- ary story :-Many years ago, a poor man in the parish remark; immense beds of clay, full of the leaves of fresh- quired a few divots or turfs, to lay upon the “rigging of his water plants; also beds of peat, containing hazel nuts in cottage, and having often remarked the beauty and closeness great quantities; deposits of shell-marl, and other remains of the sward of Ternave, he resolved, whatever might come equally significant. The process of forming dry arable of it, to cast from its surface the quantity of divots he reJand, out of the sludge of a shallow river, easily diverted quired. Proceeding, therefore, with a spade suitable to his from its course, bas been pursued, first by Nature, and, in purpose, he soon arrived by the side of the hillock and comthe second place, by Art. The cause of the windings or menced operations. But it is said that he got no more than links of the Forth may be referred to a something so tri- one incision made with impunity. From the opening beHing, that it is hardly worthy of belief. The fall of a tree neath his spade, there issued the figure of an old man, dressed has sent a stream in a new direction : the slight opposition in the fashion of .ane auncient mariner,' who, with violent offered by the edge of a stone, bas directed the water into gesticulations, motioned him to begone, and forbade him an opposite course. On a smaller scale, the whole opera- ever again to attempt to injure the sides of his vessel, under tion may be seen in the case of a rivulet meandering through a deadly penalty, and having done so, instantly disappeared the bottom of a meadow. The growth of the land is like within the opening of the half-lifted turf. It need scarcely wise of no difficult solution. The grounds of the carse are be added, that the divot-caster required no second warning. the deposition of particles of earthy matter, washed down He withdrew his spade in a qualm of terror and awe; and, by the floods from the upper country, mingled with the re- having come home and mentioned the circumstance to his siduum of forest trees and decayed vegetables. It is interest- neighbours, from that day to this continues the relater of ing to view the spectacle of the reclaiming of land from the the story) no person in the parish, be the condition of the Tay, now in operation, at the instance of both nature and art. rigging what it may, has molested the enchanted ship, or

This large and tine river is constantly bringing down from the ruffled the beauty of its verdant covering.” recesses of the Highlands, an infinitude of particles of sand The reader will find, in another department of our or other matter, individually so small, that they cannot be Journal, some remarks, by a valued correspondent, upon seen by the naked eye, and whose presence is only known the article “ St Andrews,” in the Gazetteer. Into this by the colour they infuse in the water. These particles are not carried out to sea. They are arrested by the tides controversy we do not propose to enter at present. We opposite the carse ground above noticed, and, sinking to the hold with Sir Roger de Coverley—that much may be said bottom, they imperceptibly form a fine species of mire. In on both sides. We have it in contemplation, also, to the course of time, this mire rises to the surface of the enter at large upon the discussion of our Scotch Univerestuary. It is first left dry at ordinary high tides, and sity system ere long. This, however, we may remark, next becomes visible at the height of spring tides. For a that it would be putting a work of this kind to too severy long while, it forms merely long bare reaches at low water, and at these ebbs of the tide, a person might, from

vere a test, to pass every article, seriatim, under the appearances, be of opinion, that he could walk across the review of a person who possessed peculiar, and perhaps hed of the estuary with little difficulty. Floods and high exclusive, sources of information respecting the district impetuous tides at last drift so much matter on these rising described in it. reaches and half-formed islets, that they remain, at all times, above water, and finally, by the action of the winds in blowing thither the seeds of plants, or by other causes beyond the reach of human discovery, the land so formed is The Westminster Review. No. XXVII. January, 1831. covered with a rich herbage, shrubs, plants of a various

London. Robert Hewerd. nature, and even trees. In the bed of the Tay there have The New Monthly Magazine. No. CXXI. January, risen, in this manner, Grange Island, Rhind Island, 1831. London. Colburn and Bentley. Cairney Islands, Carpow Island, Chisbinny Island, and The Aberdeen Magazine. No. I. January, 1831. AberMugdrum Island, and perhaps these islands may, at a

deen. Lewis Smith, future day, be joined to each other, or to the mainland on one side, so as to offer a complete specimen, in modern The present number of the Westminster Review is very times, of the way in which the great body of the carses have political, but in these times this must be the natural tensprung into existence. The ingenuity and wisdom of man dency of all the larger periodicals. The Westminster is of are hastening, though not with a very creditable rapidity, the extension of the dry land on the banks of the Tay, and

course democratical, and to a degree which, to us, albeit gradually diminishing the unprofitable breadth of its chan- we have nothing to do with politics, is somewhat de trop. nel. The work of creation is going on chiefly upon the At the present moment, when we see old constitutions Fife side, a short way below Newburgh. Rude piers or breaking up all around us, and when wbat the Solicitordikes are run out from the shore, to the length of a few General calls the “despotism of public opinion,” is atyards, at certain distances from each other, and at every tempting to sweep away the established principles and flux of the tide, a small portion of the mire is left betwixt maxims of centuries, we cannot help thinking that a noble them. Little by little, the margin of the land is protruded farther and farther into the water, and when it has reached opportunity offers itself to those who are disposed to dethe outer termination of the dikes, additional projections fend, not bigotedly, but with firmness and judgment, the are made, and the same result follows of an increase of land. institutions of their ancestors. “ Public opinion" must of In this way many fat fertile fields have been added to this course have its way; but public opinion is one thing, and portion of Fife; and, judging from a superficial calculation, the opinions of the people of the mob—are another. In it would seem to be no difficult

matter to hem in the Tay to every well-governed state, the great body of the populaa narrow deep channel on the Perthshire side, thereby not tion has hitherto allowed itself to be regulated by the only increasing the quantity of productive land to a vast amount, but doing much for the benefit of navigation. An enlightened few; but the spirit of these latter days seems old writer on this part of Scotland, relates a circumstance,

to inculcate the belief, that physical strength implies significant of the former maritime condition of Strathearn, moral right-a false and dangerous doctrine. A ship's and the superstitious feelings of the people. In this district, crew are at all times much stronger than their officers,


but what becomes of the ship when the crew mutinies ? right to say that we agree with our correspondent in The commander of an army is, in point of physical thinking it more than probable that the New Monthly will strength, as one to forty thousand ; but cut off the com now go on with increased spirit and success. Campbell maoder, and the army becomes immediately a disorgan- has long slept over it, and the consequence was, that it ized mass. These are truisms; but they are truisms became dull and monotonous. From Mr Hall's extenwhich the writers in the Westminster Review' seem dis- sive literary connexions, and the determination he has posed to forget. The articles in the Number before us on already evinced to infuse freshness and novelty into his the Defensive Force possessed by any People on the periodical, we augur very favourably. The present NumBelgian Insurrection-on Machine-Breaking-on the her displays much talent, and though the introduction of Parliamentary Representation of Scotland—on the Wels portraits is an evident imitation of Fraser, and therefore lington Administration-on European Revolution—and, objectionable, yet if all the engravings be as good as that above all, on the character of George IV., have a strong of the bust of Sir Walter Scott, which commences the tendency to support the despotism of public opinion, series, they cannot fail to form an additional attraction. understanding by public opinion the opinion of the nume- We entertain towards the Magazine and its conductors, rical, not the intellectual, majority. The article, in parti- every good feeling. cular, on the character of George IV. appears to us to The first number of the Aberdeen Magazine is highly call for unqualified disapprobation. The Westminster creditable to the good town. The article on Demonology Reciou hates kings, and therefore glories in attacking a is excellent. Former experience is against the success of dead king, in dragging his remains from the tomb, and any provincial Magazine in Scotland ; but we shall see loading them with every ignominy which the malevo- whether the conductors of the present publication can lence of the writer can suggest. Now, seeing that our make an exception for themselves. beloved native country bas existed as a country at all, under a long and almost uninterrupted line of kings, we love kings, and, though not blind to their errors, we would not recklessly heap a load of obloquy upon their Songs of Solitude. By William Bennet, Author of

“ Pictures of Scottish Scenes and Character," &c. &c. biers. To respect and reverence those whom God has given to rule over us, is at once a moral duty and a sacred

Glasgow. W. R. M‘Phun. 1831. 12mo. Pp. 264. obligation. We argue not for the “divinity that doth

MR Bennet is evidently an amiable man, and he is hedge a king ;" but because we would wish to respect our

an agreeable writer. Both his prose and poetry contain selves, and the laws which we ourselves have made, we many sentiments that reflect credit on his heart, and would wish to respect the person of our living, and the indicate a lively and healthy imagination. Circumstances memory of our dead, monarch. The article on the Par- prevent us from speaking at greater length of the volume liamentary Representation of Scotland is ably and power- now before us; but, as a specimen of the contents, we fully written, but the nature of the reform which it sug- subjoin the following sketch, which we think one of the gests, we consider to be of much too levelling a description. most successful in the book : As to the literary contents of this Number, by far the best article is on Webster's American Dictionary, and the next is on Lesson's Natural History of Man. The “ The room I enter'd where I oft before others appear to us somewhat flimsy, especially the Had met my young unwedded friend. reviews of the Heiress of Bruges, Maxwell, the Life of

There sat, Bruce, and Basil Barrington. The article on Tennyson's

Plying her needle with a housewife's care, Poems is showily written, but contains one of the most

Beside the cradle of her infant child,

She whose dear name my friend had oft reveal'd, preposterous puffs of a small and rather mediocre volume

When in our hours of confidence, we used of poetry that we ever remember to have seen.

To talk of those we loved. We notice the New Monthly Magazine at present, prin

The self-restraint cipally with the view of informing our readers of a change And distant coyness of the youthful maid, which has taken place in its editorship. A literary In her were soften'd now-though cherish'd still, friend in London, in no way connected with the Maga

With charms of sweeter and more winning kind. zine, wrote to us, a few days ago, in the following terms:

In loose and graceful negligence her robes “ Campbell is at last decidedly out of the New Monthly.

Flow'd round her airy form : her beauteous brow,

O'er whose clear sunlight care had never cast I am sorry for it, as I am afraid he may feel the loss of

One darkening shadow, half-conceal'd, shone forth the £600 a year Colburn paid him. Mr S. C. Hall is

Through many a raven tress that o'er it waved installed sole editor, to the benefit, I have no doubt, of the In loose and playful wildness : In her mien magazine, if we are to judge by the January Number, The softness of the rose, when newly blown, which is admirable. The point on which the separation

Seem'd blended still with half its budding pride ; took place between Colburn and Campbell, at least the

“ And O! when o'er her cheek a trace of thought immediate point, was the insertion of portraits in the

Stole, like the wafture of a spirit's wing, New Monthly, which the ex-editor obstinately resisted,

How deep, how placid, and how holy, seem'd and chose rather to resign than yield. The January

The sentiment it shadow'd ! Nomber has a portrait of Scott, with a memoir by Allan

'Twas, I knew, Cunningham. Campbell, I understand, has written a Some tender calling back of pleasures gone, letter of farewell to Colburn, in which he alludes to the Some fond concernment for her husband's sake, long friendship that has subsisted between them, and de Or hope or wish for the dear pledge that laysires that the letter may be shown to the publisher's

The image of its father !_slumbering on

Beneath her watchful care. How calm it slept ! friends. He mentions in it that he now intends to retire

How sweetly o’er its seraph face were playing into private life, having given up his house in Scotland

The smiles of stainless innocence! It seem'd Yard, and taken apartments; and that as to the design Dreaming of that bright world from whence it came, imputed to him of establishing another magazine, he has As if not yet its spirit had taken leave no such intention. Is not this an inglorious end of Of heaven's beatitude, and journey'd forth Tbomas Campbell ?” In reply to this question, we do

On life's dark pilgrimage!

Its mother's eye, not see why there should be an end of Campbell merely

While dropt her listless hand, now fix'd became because he has given up the magazine ; on the contrary,

Upon the beauteous vision. The full tear, having now his time more at his own disposal, why That fell unconscious—the soul-utter'd prayer, should he not once more come before the world in his

And look of deep-felt ecstasy-declared pristine vigour? But, leaving this question, we think it Her yearning tenderness and boundless joy.

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