Search'd their dark orbs for answer. His frame had lost its fulness in that time; The warm blood "Before I knew thee, Mary, Ambition was my angel. I did hear For ever its witch'd voices in mine ear→→ My days were visionary, My nights were like the slumbers of the mad, "I read the burning letters Of warlike pomp, on history's page, alone- I only felt the trumpet's stirring blast, “I heard, with veins of lightning, "The poet wrapt mine ears With the transporting music that he sung. And then he turn'd away to muse apart, "Yet here and there I saw One who had set the world at calm defiance, MAGGIE ROUAT. A TRAGEDY. IN THREE PARTS. PART II. THE dreary solitude of Margaret's abode added to her suffering. She had but one relation, a female cousin, who resided in a more northerly county, and with whom, in happier days, she had maintained an intimacy. Nancy Grant was an elderly woman, and, like Margaret, alone in the world. Hearing of her kinswoman's affliction, Nancy kindly invited her, by written message, which had to find its way through many hands, to come and take up her abode with her for a time. Margaret gladly accepted the offered hospitality. Collecting together such small articles as she could conveniently carry with her, and disposing of what remained amongst her neighbours, she left the scene of her unhappiness with an aching heart. A weary journey of four days brought her to the house of her friend, from whom she received a cordial welcome. After a much longer stay than at first intended, she thankfully acceded to her proposal to remain with her. They dwelt in a small cottage in the outskirts of a fashionable town in the North, and supported themselves comfortably by their joint industry. Margaret and her friend were one day surprised by the appearance of two strangers leisurely approaching their dwelling. One of them was a short, brisk-looking man, in dress and gait a sailor. The other was tall, walked stiffly erect, and wore a sort of military undress, and a common-shaped hat, surmounted by a cockade. The sailor's dress of the former recalled to Margaret her son, who might yet survive. She looked earnestly upon the stranger, but he was not tall enough. She sat down much agitated: it might be some one come to tell that he had perished-but the loud laugh of the men without "Yet now I feel my spirit Bitterly stirr'd, and-nay, lift up thy brow! It is thine own voice echoing to thee now, And thou didst pray to hear itI must unto my work and my stern hours! Take from my room thy harp, and books, and flowers!" dispelled such sad boding. By this time they were heard close by, the one talking rapidly, and almost without intermission. A year "Damme, Jem, can't ye be quiet ?" exclaimed the The very shadows pressing on his breast, "And then I look'd again, And he had shut the door upon the crowd, And in her chamber sat his wife in tears, And his sweet babes grew sad with whisper'd fears. "And then I met thee, Mary, My life but with surprises sweet as this- And in his room again he sat alone. "And so I turn'd sick-hearted From the bright cup away, and in my sadness + * sailor, somewhat angrily, after several attempts to restrain his companion's volubility, Avast, I say. By Harry, f you jabber jabber just like Captain's big monkey, green Tom, with his dd ugly mug. Many 's the douse i' the chaps I gilen him; slyly, though, for Captain grew mighty fond of him, Come, now, slack! De, you've as much jaw's a middy at first trip. Harke, my lad, take a spy about ye, while I jogs into this here, berth but, mind ye, don't hoist a sheet till I hall ye again.” Saying which, he relieved his cheek of a bulky quia, und, making all clean by two wipes of his jacket sleeve, entered the cottage, his hands on his haunches, and slowly eyeing first Margaret, then Nancy Grant, bud without addressing either. Turning again to Margaret, and more closely examining her features, he ejaculated, No!my eye! Be you mother Rouat?-eh! Dags: how changed you be! Give us your fist, old woman, and you too, my old hearty," addressing Nancy, and squeezing a hand of each in his own tough grapplers 2 Don't ye know me? What, my old lass, you ha'n't forgotten who I be?" continued he, in a tone of amazement. "Don't ye remember Robin Blair, Jem's əbləl us out at overpower "Is't you, Robin ?" cried Mat most lo vormi To invix IT ed by feelings to which the recognition gave rise "De, it's me " said Robin, twitching up his braceless trowsers, with a toss of the head and jerking bend of the knees; then, assuming a rather ludicrous ex pression of seriousness, as he observed Margaret's distress, he added, "Don't blubber so, woman. "I heared all about the old chap, but it's no usc pumping RIBATI dever. It's all as the wind blows, ye know. stevig Robin's blunt offers of consolation were unheeded were scarcely heard. The whole soul of the mother was wrapt in the success of one question) which her tongue! struggled to frame. At last it burst forth in a nl "Whar's Jeeny, man?" an effort. exclaimed "Why, hang it!" cried Robin, slapping his thigh med she by are "and isn't that the very thing I com'd about? Jen's as merry's a lark, and, not far off ; (only I had a mind as how 'twould be best to speak ye first myself, for Jem, d'ye see Jem has had a De poor Jem's upper works got damaged a bit in fighting the enemy, and so but ye don't belike understand me, old woman?" 68 Margaret, unable to reply, signified her assent to his concluding words by a sad shake of the head, smo "Lookye," said: Robin, drawing a chair, cornerwise close in front of her, you remember when Jem and left home together, Jem had a huge notion to be a sailor ? Well, after trudging along for some hours, we came in sight of port, with our lying off the but, afore stepping aboard, thinks vs let's take a cruise for discoveries; so off we steered, when, who should be about, but our marines, row-de-dowing fresh hands. Soon's they see'd me, Sergeant Press comed alongside, and axid us to some grog. We couldn't refuse that, ye knows but, says I to Jem softly, Dale, Jem!' says I don't be bit by them here sharks they line apple perons rascals, half-and-half sort of fellows, a true sailor hardly speaks to."Jem tipped me a wink, as much as to say, Robin, let me alone; I knows how to manage/em. | Howsomdever, the Sergeant stuck closerolemishipped too much grog, and so the big rogue made a marine of him." 111111 MENTINE " Margaret listened, and marked Robin's contemptuous expression of countenance, but was unable to compre hend. T "'Bout five months ago," continued he, "we fell in with a French privateer, hailed him, got no answer, so to it we went. Our marines pattered away to little use, but, dags! had ye only seendejour great shot poured in like thunderbolts the Frenchman was ours, by George, in a couple of seconds. After a round or two, Jem and I somehow got close to each other, doing our best for our noble king and country. Jem just looked aside, to help a lazy lubber who'd got his arm blow'd off, and was making a dd row about it; when, all on a sudden, he fell slap at my feet. Poor chap, I shan't socn forget it there the lay for dead, and might have been heaved to the fishes, but, thinks I, de, let's carry Jem to the cockpit, who knows as how they can't make him open his twinklers again? Jem would done as much for I. Off I hauled him, and was devilish glad to hear him grumble afore we got half down. Jem mended fast; but thof our surgeons made all tight again outside, why, Jem's compass was lost, and, poor soul! he can't always steer to the right point, you understand. Now, since you've hadba bit of explanation, Jem has com'd along with me, stands outside there, and will be with ye in a twinkling." Saying which, he darted to the door, calling "Messmate! Jem! Hallo, my boy! Come along, my hearty." of Margaret had now caught some notion of her son's real situation, and trembled to meet him. Robin returned with his companion, tall and manly-featured, but with a restless glance and half simpering smile. 1 med * 17 TH 13 J "Avast, Jem !"exclaimed Robin to the poor fellow, who followed him into the apartment, repeating over and over the few words he had last spoken. "Look round, man; don't you see poor old mother? lad, and give her your fist." ban ng ban Doff your cap, my ་ ༑ CH He was unattended to by him he addressed, whose glance continually flitted from one object to another. Robin, somewhat perplexed, took him by the arm, and led him towards Margaret, who had sat stunned and hiding her face in her hands. She looked up, as Robin, standing on tiptoe, in order to remove his hat, exposed to view a scar over her son's right temple; then all the feeling of the mother broke forth. ་་ft "My puir lang lost Jeemy! Is't this way you're come hame to me at last?" cried she, clasping him to her breast, while tears of maternal emotion flowed fast. The unconscious son was bewildered by his situation; his eyes, too, were moistened with tears, not of affection, but of sympathy, at seeing another weep, for memory was waste, and even the spring of filial tenderness seemed dried up. Dags, Jem!" exclaimed Robin, trying to rouse him, "Don't ye remember poor old mother, man? Dry your glims, my lad," hastily pulling his handkerchief from his jacket, and applying it to his companion's eyes, while brushing a tear from his own with the palm of his hand. "Jem, that's your mother, my hero!" called he, raising his voice, and again trying to shake him into consciousness. Mother!" repeated Jeemy, as if a thought had across his darkness it passed away; he retained the word, but spoke with his usual, vagueness. I'm captain how, mother; look, see this, mother," disengaging himself abruptly from her embrace, and pointing out a bit of blue silk ribbon tied through a loophole of his jacket. It's quite true; I'm captain, now---Isn't it true, Robin ? Robin's a captain, too," turning again to his pretched parent with a childish laugh... Yes, yez, we're both captains Isn't it true, Robin ?o 1 5,1983) 10 lay, to be sure we are, my messmate!" said Robin, passing his hand over his eyes; “but don't mind that now. You must look to poor old mother, you know." sdT* .sldud ng 001 18 bours gaub?“ HE Margaret Rouat's sorrow was great. She could have bob any affliction but the wreck of reason in her son. Time, howevery reconciled her to his melancholy state; and her affection for him rathor increased than abated. Jemmy could do nothing for his own support. Margaret did her best in this matter, and her kind kinswoman cheerfully joined her. Jemmy was well clothed and well fed, without any apparent diminution of their comfort, or increase of their labour.But the amount of Margaret's afflictions was not yet complete. Jemmy was an innocent and a happy being, without one thought or care to disturb his simple gaiety. His eccentricities were altogether harmless. The chief of them was his love for the dress and duties of a soldier. in front of the Tine, eyeing seachd man with the stern scrutiny of an inspecting officer. The men with show of deference ceded to him his assumed rank of captain and ever when they met, made the formal sweep of the hand to the cap, which Jemmy acknowledged with the careless nod of a superior. When a party was ordered in pursuit of smugglers, for recruits or otherwise, Jemmy always bore it company. He was exact and orderly in all his deport ment, and became a favourite with the soldiers; while their officers spoke a kind word to him as they passed. Upon one occasion, a small escort was dispatched to some distance with a deserter in charge; Jemmy attended of course. The party, consisting only of a corporal and three privates, with their prisonera stout, sly-looking young Irishman and Jemmy, started about noon of a very hot day. Ere they had proceeded four miles on their march, the corporal and his men entered an alehouse to refresh themselves, jocularly leaving the captain" to guard the prisoner, and proud, indeed, was Jemmy of the post assigned him. The soldiers caroused together for a little, when the corporal bawled to the mistress of the house to carry a draught of beer to the two fellows outsideaidla obedience to this order, footsteps were in a few minutes heard moving outwards to the door, but they were soon and hurriedly retraced, and the landlady re-entered exclaiming, quast do no 190 1970 185&woi "The tither man's surely awa, sirs; there's naebody there but the daft captain!" ursol, for using? I' "The devil muster, lads!", bellowed the corporal, as he sprung to his feet, seized his musket, and rushed out. oui de o moise T Jemmy was standing with his back towards him, at a small distance, gazing over the fields, and giggling ind unrestrained admiration of the agility displayed by this late companion. "Hallo you, captain! where's Donnelly ?" roared the Hutt af out bio y vodar 973 (I "He's gone on, corporal--he's gone on; and is to wait for us at the bent yonder," answered Jemmy, uncons scious of aught being wrong, and pointing in the direction the fugitive had taken. y tom to tol "You have helped him off, then!" cried the corporal, and the next moment the sharp click of setting the lock was heard, and the savage levelled his musket. The poor idiot shrunk from the pointed engine with an involuntary cry. The monster followed with his aim he fired Jemmy gave one bound, and fell back lifeless on the earth. lodgool demouth bars noddri li guld to id Margaret Rouat was preparing the evening meal, when rumours of the dreadful event reached the village, and d istot Monday Evening, 25th April, 1831. bakwon sing anu, to bol BORTHWICK in the Chair. i bat H THERE was presented to the Society, by Thomas Sivright, Esqis a plaster cast of a very fine antique bronze statue in his possession, about 18 inches in height, and supposed to represent a Gladiator, T 42 The secretary drew the attention of the meeting to the Prospectus of a valuable work about to be commenced of Copenhagen namely, the Bibliotheca Anglo-Saxoniunder the able superintendence of the Rev. Dr Grundtvig ca," which is to include a number of interesting AngloSaxon MSS. never yet printed. wond as to ofThe secretary then proceeded to read a curious letter. from Sir Alexander Hay, Clerk Register of Scotland, dated in the year 1614, and supposed to be addressed to John Murrays King King, on the subject of the discrepancies of the valuation for the purpose of being laid before the of lands in various parts of Scotland. This is a subject of great interest in a historical point of view, and the remarks of Sir Alexander Hay throw great light upon it. He attributes the errors that had crept into the valuations, which he estimates in many cases as prejudicing the crown reve to the destruction of the public registers, as well as many nues to the extent of seventy-five, and even ninety per cent., private writs and title deeds, in the burning of Edinburgh, so that, says he, every man presuming that nathing wes/extant to controll them they retoured their landis at pleassour, and so undervalued them as skairse they keiped the sixt pairt of the proportioun of their former retoures." who, however they may talking of the great landholders, frielye of Scottishe proverbe, to give him' kaile off his owne peittis, Majestei's predicessouris, yit ar they loathe, according to our and eterie one eryis still to haif frome the crowne, bot very fem willing to returne any thing back to it. The dibailapidation of the ancient crown revenues, both in Scotland and England, is a subject on which a good deal of obscurity still rests. We are happy to see the Antiquaries of Scotthe collection--and, we presume, eventual publication-of land what in them lies to remove this documents like that quoted above. John Anderson, Esq., then proceeded to read some Anecdotes of the Highlanders, and of the Rebellion 1745-6. Various causes have now conspired to lessen the interest which once attached to the romantic enterprise of Charles Edward, but we listened, notwithstanding, with pleasure taineers many of which were entirely new to us. We do to this collection of anecdotes relating to our gallant mounnot recollect to have heard before, an affecting incident mentioned by Mr Anderson, which occurred after what is commonly called the Route of Moy," when Lord Loudon's attempt to surprise the Prince, at Moyhall was so signally defeated. The little girl who overheard some solthe of means Moyhall, and giving the inmates warning, died next day frustrating it by running across the hills to from the effects of fatigue, notwithstanding the utmost attention paid to her by Lady Macintosh. The name of this little heroine, according to Mr Anderson, was Janet Macbeannien sabem go gid odt or bus 2012 abruptly communicated to her. At first she doubted, and with wild looks again and again questioned her frightened informers. She knew Jemmy had gone to the place, and in company with the persons they mentioned, and the shocking tidings seemed but too probable. The poor mother, pale, weak, and sick at heart, bent her tottering steps to the fatal spot, heedless of the crowds thato were thronging in the same direction. She riveted her eyes on the disfigured countenance of her poor, son-thens blood curdled and clotted, but blacker and thicker, whences life had issued. She dropped senseless on the corpse. Pros vidence in mercy thus dulled her sense of suffering; and when Margaret awoke, it was as from a long and weary dream. Those around, by whose charitable attentions she had recovered, proffered farther kindness in assisting her home. But Margaret was now unconscious of kindness, and rudely shaking them off, she with frantic ges. tures quickly moved forward alone. LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC SOCIETIES OF JEDINBURGH. 09912,794nom id nisiqs) dit deut 'i szuob 9 SOCIETY OF ANTIQUARIES, 86 Or like the full-blown cistus, fragile flower, still we had no idea that it would have been the cause of such HOLZHE.. prent in his over- 39 of course an occasional baa, bet thanks to GLASGOW The evening meetings of the Andersonian Univer- The aged smiled when thy sweet face was nigh, Bore the full nowy of melody along 1Я ДИА Marol Bat Till the sweet notes hush'd nature seem'd to hear Adown thy cheek in fev'rish beauty plays, chrom 99 no egn "'"' That dwelt upon thy lips in other days, That cherub smile, which chased away all gloom, Seem'd of celestial birth, and deathless bloom - doulavul ol Yes, thou art sadly changed. Yet, can it be oq 1970 That death may seize on that angelic formjani woll And the chill grave close over such as the dyndaib And yield thee all to darkness and the worm?ndo gui ww.doidwosly 'Tis but thy spirit that essays to rise From this world's cares and troubles, far above room To hold sweet communings, beyond the skies;afquisto With sinless beings worthy of its loves you lolit Then should we grieve, when to thy soul 'tis given go To quit its sojourn here--for bliss in heaven?d ne tid donosi din bluos of S. Xog jali dymmad quins LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES. T fup en Ln,blos A HISTORY of Poland, including a narrative of the rerent trans him actions in that country, is announced. It is said to be from the pen of a distinguished Polish nobleman. author of "The King's Own," has a new novel in the press, entitled, " Newton Forster; or, The Merchant d wool bus de but fir Service." The fifth and sixth parts of Booth's Analytical Dictionary of the English Language are nearly ready, quiglubui dong san The "Silent Member," of Blackwood's Magazine, has published A Letter to the King." 551912 119 66 20 f The Life of Sir Thomas Lawrence, which is just proceeding fr of of so the consent of the friends and family of the deceased, Mr Thomas THE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. We are authorized to state, 66 seventieel ara production- Theatrical Gossip. Planche's sevent have commenced their season at the Adelphiot The Best part of 9160071 ரிங்சி to The Tableaued fed toge ads to suro? TO CORRESPONDENTS. Wa have mislaid the address of G. R. M.," but will forward to him the Numbers of the Journal he wishes, as soon as he sends us it." H." is under consideration-Lines "On a Shot Thrush" wont do. No. 130. EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL; OR, WEEKLY REGISTER OF CRITICISM AND BELLES LETTRES. u, of of b'arave Mit bm. THREE DAYS AT CLOVENFORD. THE JOURNEY. THE This last argument was irresistible; and, as we had made up our mind beforehand to yield to our friend's urgency were merely coquetting with him, like a lady delaying the rosy, glowing yes, or an angler pausing to enjoy (the humane brute!) the convulsive tugging of the finny captive of his skill-we agreed to get our fishingtackle in order, and be off next morning to Clovenford. We were accordingly stirring by daybreak. Alfred was with us by four, and, ere the coffee was filled out, or the cigars lighted, the Lounger came sidling into the room with his noiseless footfall. The partaking of the said coffee and cigars, previous to setting out upon an early drive, is one of the German luxuries which Alfred imported from the University of Göttingen, and a precaution against the effects of the raw morning air upon an empty stomach which we recommend to the serious attention of all true believers. This pleasing duty over, we bundled ourselves-rods, fishing-creels, and all-into the phaeton, which John had brought to the door. Alfred assumed the seat beside John, while the two seniors deposited themselves behind. It is true that we are all tolerable whips, but before breakfast the exertion is too much. Each man, wrapping himself close in his greatcoat, rolled his cigar round in his mouth, and, puffing out a huge volume of smoke, threw himself back into a corner. John shook the whip over the horses, and away we went. It was a grey sort of a morning, rather dull and lowering, and evidently as uncertain as a civic dignitary what it ought to make of itself. It was all the same to us. The horses darted onward, and walls, houses, placards, and sign-boards, flew away behind us. It is a beastly practice of the bill-stickers of Modern Athens to clap one placard awkwardly and unevenly upon the top of another, leaving part of the old to appear above the new. It produces permanent cross-readings far before those of the newspapers. Thus, we saw on one corner -“The Political Union-For Sale ;" on another—" The Lord Advocate-Is Open every lawful day from ten till dusk ;" on a third_" The Cheapest Reform Bill;" and on a fourth · "The Learned Cats at-A Meeting of the Temperance Society." We have sometimes been inclined to suspect that the sly rogues were aware of the strange medleys they thus got up." As we passed the Tron Church, the hard-handed sons of labour were congregating-indulging in half-an-hour's saunter, and a " blast o' their cutties," before proceeding to renew their monotonous employments. Some of them were fine high-spirited, free-glancing young fellows, while others were evidently members of that sect which directs its disciples to testify their aversion: to Mahommedanism, by performing their ablutions only once a SATURDAY, MAY 7, 1881.99 d 461 Price 6d. 17,11 f week. As we are averse to public expressions of respect, we felt somewhat afraid lest our good townsmen should insist upon taking the horses from the phaeton, and drawing us out of town, but luckily they did not recognise us, and we were allowed to pass in quiet. Once fairly out of town, we mended our speed, and the carriage bowled along over the smooth road. Blessings on thee, Macadam! How invaluable has thy discovery proved to the erewhile travel-bumped wight! How invaluable to glaziers, as the late experience of Edinburgh can testify! There is an inexpressibly soothing charm in the noiseless, motionless, rapid change of place which we experience in a well-hung vehicle on a smooth road. It brings on a state of dreamy voluptuous contemplation. We receive the impressions of the beautiful scenery through which we are passing, listen to the songs of birds and milkmaids, and look at man and his doings; but we cannot talk. We never met with any person who could talk in a coach but one lady, who on entering, begged that we might not deem it rude in her if she declined conversation, for she had a very severe cold, and was quite unable to speak. Without exaggeration, her tongue never lay still from that blessed moment till we reached the end of our journey-a tritle of some fifty miles. There being no lady in our party, we rolled on in silence, up the Esk and down the Gala, until we arrived at the Hanging Shaws, an ugly and ominous name. We were each indulging in a separate reverie. But here the sun overcame the clouds, and looked smilingly down upon us. Alfred muttered a question, imperfectly heard, respecting the breakfast arrangements at Torsonce, and the Lounger stretched himself across our portly personage, to see what condition the water was in. It was of a beautiful brown the hue of the darkest cairngorm. The sun was flashing on the ripples which a light breeze brought at times over its surface. Huge distended clouds, hovering a short way above the hills, promised a frequent interchange of sun and shade. We had to lay violent hands upon our friend, for, in his eagerness, he had grasped rod and creel, and was on the eve of springing from the vehicle. The spring is come at last," said we, with a view to check his impetuosity, by changing the current of his thoughts. "Much though we admire the leafy luxuriance of England, there is a more heartfelt charm to us in the evidence of reviving vegetation, which we trace among our treeless hills and glens, what time the "pale primrose" and the "dim violet" peep forth as now, beneath the shelter of some long tuft of grass, withered and bleached by the rain and blasts of winter. Have you no new song akin to the spirit of the season?" "I have a new one by your old friend, Alexander Maclaggan; but your Gruffness is such an enemy to love lays." "We have been thawed by the genial influence of the season, and could, like our great prototype, Hercules, tumble down upon our Nemean hide.' Sing." And, accordingly, he began to chant, with his fine mellow voice, the words of our young songster, which |