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Search'd their dark orbs for answer.
Into his temples mounted, and across
His countenance the flush of passionate thoughts
Pass'd with irresolute quickness. He rose up
And paced the dim room rapidly awhile,
Calming his troubled mind, and then he came
And laid his hand upon her forehead white,
And in a voice of heavenly tenderness
Answer'd her :-

His frame had lost its fulness in that time;
His handsome features had grown sharp and thin,
And from his lips the constant smile had faded.
Wild fires had burn'd the languor from his eye;
The lids look'd fever'd, and the brows were bent
With an habitual frown. He was much changed.
His chin was resting on his clenched hand,
And with his foot, he, beat upon the floor
Unconsciously the time of a sad tune.
Thoughts of the past prey'd on him bitterly.
He had won power, and held it. He had walk'd
Steadily upward in the eye of Fame,
And kept his truth unsullied but his home
Had been invaded by envenom'd tongues;
His wife his spotless wife-had been assail'd
By slander, and his child had grown afraid
To come to him his manners were so stern.
He could not speak beside his own hearth freely.
His friends were half estranged, and vulgar men
Presumed upon their services, and grew
Familiar with him. He'd small time to sleep,
And none to pray; and, with his heart in fetters,
He bore deep insults silently, and bow'd
Respectfully to men who knew he loathed them,
And when his heart was eloquent with truth,
And love of country and an honest zeal
Burn'd for expression, he could find no words
They would not misinterpret with their lies.
What were his many honours to him now?
The good half doubted, falsehood was so strong
His home was hateful with its cautious fears-
His wife lay trembling on his very breast,
Frighted with calumny !— And this is FAME

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,
And every dream swept o'er me glory-clad.

"I read the burning letters

Of warlike pomp, on history's page, alone-
I counted nothing the struck widow's moan-
I heard no clank of fetters-

I only felt the trumpet's stirring blast,
And lean-eyed Famine stalk'd unchallenged past.

“I heard, with veins of lightning,
The utterance of the statesman's word of power-
Binding and loosing nations in an hour-
But while my eye was brightening,
A mask'd detraction breathed upon his fame,
And a cursed serpent slimed his written name.

"The poet wrapt mine ears

With the transporting music that he sung.
With fibres from his life his lyre he strung,
And bathed the world in tears-

And then he turn'd away to muse apart,
And Scorn stole after him and broke his heart!

"Yet here and there I saw

One who had set the world at calm defiance,
And press right onward with a bold reliance;
And he did seem to awe

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.

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"Damme, Jem, can't ye be quiet ?" exclaimed the

The very shadows pressing on his breast,
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"And then I look'd again,

And he had shut the door upon the crowd,
And on his face he lay and groan'd aloud-.
Wrestling with hidden pain;

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,
And felt how love may into fulness pour,
Like light into a fountain running o'er ;
And I did hope to vary

My life but with surprises sweet as this-
A dream, but for thy waking, fill'd with bliss.

And in his room again he sat alone.

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From the bright cup away, and in my sadness
Search'd mine own bosom for some spring of gladness ;:
And lo! a fountain started,
Whose waters ev'n in death flow calm and fast,
And my wild fever-thirst was slaked at last.

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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

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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?"

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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."

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"'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.

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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.

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"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

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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.
The barracks of the district were but a short way from
his home; and thither Jemmy repaired every morning)
decked in as much stiffness and pipeelay purity, as if for
his tall, straight figure, strutted backivard and forward 97' DR. G. A 9210" th
a general review. Jemmy was rarely absent from parade

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

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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

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Present, Drs Carson, Keith, Moncreiff; Messrs Skene,
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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

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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

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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.

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Or like the full-blown cistus, fragile flower,
That buds, expands, and withers in an hour!

still we had no idea that it would have been the cause of such
ominous display of empty benches. The instrumental portion of
The Queen of
the concert was very judiciously chosen; but we cannot say quite
sourch for the focal part. Haydn's my
our opinion was executed in
France one of hi
extremely spirited and effective manner. Mozart's "Jupiter,"
was played in a way that altogether surprised us. With the ex-
Яception of a slight wavering of the band which occurred in the
beginning of the second Part, it did the Society infinite eredit

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prent in his over-
for this occasion, showed considerable knowledge
of orchestral composition, but it wanted originality. The finest
parts of the introduction were entirely borrowed from Weber.
Mr. D. Marray played a Swiss air, with variations for the violin,
very beautifully. A larghetto and variations upon a Tyrolea
great taste and delicacy by Mr. J. M. Müller. We particularly
air, composed for the pianoforte by Hummel, were executed with
admired the simple and unaffected style in which Miss Turpin
Oh give me but
"Di Tanti mental performers showed
sung
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of course an occasional baa, bet
sounds was going on, and demonstrations that the manufacture

thanks to
"the hardy band, sound
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Who scraped the strings with strenuous hand,
led in an ad
we escaped much of the infliction, The band was
mirable manner by Mr Finlay Dun, assisted by Mr James Dewar
Altogether, we consider this concert one of the best we have ha
from the Society, and we earnestly hope that the next time they
come before the public, they will meet, with something like en
tioned the whole audience consisted of exactly sixty persons.
couragement, for shame to the people of Edinburght be it men

GLASGOW The evening meetings of the Andersonian Univer-
sity have been very agreeable On the list becasion, after coffee,
were exhibited, these occasionally fall from the region of perpe
snow, and are worshipped by the natives with superstitious
several specimens of ammonites from the Himale mountains
veneration, and preserved with such care, that it is only very
was also exhibited a remarkably perfect Roma fibula, lately dug
egniobjately that any of them have found their way to Europe. There
up in the ruins of the wall of Antonings. Mr Sniifle of Jordanhill
then read a paper upon the effects of the deluge, ilostrated by
numerous specimens of tusks and bones of the mammoth, and
other extinct animals, and, pointed ont the diluvial phenomena as
on Monday the 25th, Mr Ross would read a paper on education,
exhibited in the country round Glasgow. It was announced, that
and that Dr Scouller would describe a remarkable fossil frustace
ous animal, of which the specimen in the museum wall the only
one hitherto discovered, Mr Atkinson, is threads on wreeding
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Till the sweet notes hush'd nature seem'd to hear
Through all her scenes of mountain, grove, and river-
Who heard those tones, wish'd they might linger ever!
But now the gazer scarce a sigh suppresses,YAM
At the changed features of thy loveliness,
As thou approachest with thine auburn tresses,
Shading a brow, whose smile was form'd to bless:
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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."

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the consent of the friends and family of the deceased, Mr Thomas
Campbell transferred the private papers of Sir Thomas Lawrence,
when other literary engagements prevented Mr Campbell's pro
ceeding with the biography, according to his original design. I
a povel, by
In the press, Ivan Vejeeghen, or Life in
ciety in Moscow and St Petersburg Polish and Russian country
gentry--provincial magistrates civil and military officers
actors and actresses-hells and tricks of the Moscow gamblors
sketches of the Russian bar characters of the judges, & The
first St Petersburg edition was sold within three weeks after its
publication, and it has already been translated into the French and
German languages.

THE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. We are authorized to state,
that it was at the express desire of the proprietors, that Mr
Campbell seceded from the editorship of the New Monthly
Magazine." The chief contributors to that work are as firmly at
be
named:
tached to it as ever, and to their exertions are now added those
may
Among the former
of several new writers.
Horace Smith, Mrs Hemans, Allan Cunningham, Carne, Leigh
Hunt, the author of "Richelieu," and "Darnley," Miss Lan
don, the author of "Pan Pry, Barry Cornwall, &c. and
of those who have lately given their literary support to the Maga
the
are the most noted: Theodore Hook, Lytton
Bulwer, Galt, the Hon. Mrs Norton, the author of GFR.
Mrs Charles Gore, Cooper, author of "The Spy," "The Pilot,"
&c. and others whose names have not transpired. Several of the
oldest and most valued contributors who had left the work, have
returned under the new arrangement,iue bas cos
PROFESSIONAL SOCIETY'S CONCERT.-The members of this Society
gave a morning concert on Friday last, in the large Assembly
Room. The day was badly chosen for a morning concert, but

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Theatrical Gossip. Planche's sevent
The Legion of Honour, an adaptation from the French has been
favourably received at Drury Lands On late 66calion, the even-
works of this author the drama we have just mined, Charles
ing's amusements at this theatre cousisted exclusively of the
the Twelfth, and the National Guard. comedyin, Eve acts, by
Don'T, de Trueba, has been read in the Green Room at Covent-
Garden, and may be expected to appear soon.-Their Majesties
have visited the Italian Opera; the entertainments were "La
Gagen Laitra," and

have commenced their season at the Adelphiot The Best part of
the evening's entertainment is Mathews Comic Annual the se
part, the two humourists.combined
cond, Yates in Italy. In a
their forces; but the plece did not succeed, and has since been
withdrawn Various reasons have been assigned for the th success
of this division, of which itslutter stupidity seems the most plau-
sible.-In Glasgow, Alexander refitting his theatre, with enlar
Montrose"-dramatised, we are informed, by Atkinson-The
ing it. Seymour has done, as, much, feschis sustoppens with
benents are commencing here, and have, of course, put a stop to
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No. 130.

EDINBURGH LITERARY JOURNAL;

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WEEKLY REGISTER OF CRITICISM AND BELLES LETTRES.

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THREE DAYS AT CLOVENFORD.

THE JOURNEY.

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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.

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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

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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

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