marching regiment we are making rapid progress in the language. After all, it is very absurd in these Welsh peasants not to speak or understand English. It gives one so much trouble. MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. THE WIFE'S APPEAL," (Reprinted from the American Monthly Magazine of December 1830.) b He sat and read. A book with golden clasps, to car Of times gone by that made them, and old bards, Around the room were shelves of dainty lore, Where the slant light fell on them; and cased gems, From Herculaneum, the niches fill'd. And on a table of enamel, wrought With a lost art in Italy, there lay Prints of fair women, and engravings strange, And a new poem, and a costly toy, And in their midst a massive lamp of bronze ar i *། {། །us The light beyond the crimson folds grew dusk, She rose and put the curtain folds aside In a review of some American periodicals in our last, we promised to lay this beautiful poem before our readers on an early occasion, and now hasten to redeem our promise. "Happy?—yes, dearest-blest Beyond the limit of my wildest dream- One of Hope's promises by Love unkept, "How shall I speak of sadness, The very whim of madness? Yet, oh, there is a boon thy love beside→→ "List, while my boldness lingers! If thou hadst won yon twinkling star to hear thee— To weave for thee the sunset's tent of gold— "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 it I must unto my work and my stern hours! And with his foot he beat upon the floor 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 Take from my room thy harp, and books, and flowers!" dispelled such sad boding. By this time they were heard A year And in his room again he sat alone. close by, the one talking rapidly, and almost without intermission. "Damme, Jem, can't ye be quiet ?" exclaimed the sailor, somewhat angrily, after several attempts to restrain his companion's volubility, g Avast, I say. By Harry, you jabber jabber just like Captain's big monkey, green Tom, with his d-d ugly mug. Many 's the douse i' the chaps I gilen him; slyly though, for Captain grew mighty fond of him, Come, now, rich Hare, nu, as much jaw's a middy at first my lad, take a spy about ye, while I jogs into this here, berth but, mind ye, don't hoist a sheet till hall yongain.' Saying which, he relieved his cheek of a bulky quid, and, 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 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 crony out m "Is't you, Robin n?" cried Margaret, almost overpower 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 use pumping, whatsomdever. 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! ring 12 "Whar's Jeep cried Robin, slapping his thigh man?" "exclaimed she by an effort. "Why, hang it!" "and isn't that the very thing I com'd about? Jem'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 Date! poor Jem's upper works got damaged a bit in fighting the enemy, and so but ye don't belike understand me, old woman?" and was making a dd row about it; when, all on a sudden, he fell slap at my feet. Poor chap, I shan't soon 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 om 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 sould he can't always steer to the right point, you understand. Now, since you've had a 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." 6 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. 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? Doff your cap, my lad; and give her your fist." baseng fan 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. ་་f! "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 bim, "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. 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 I" Jem, that's your mother, my hero!" called he, raising 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 good ship lying off the harbour but, afore stepping aboard, thinks we, 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 know, but, | says I to Jem softly, Dale, Jem! say's The don't be bit by them here shar sharks they're amphiberous say, rascals, half-and-half sort of fellows, that a hardly speaks to. Jem tipped me a wink, as much as to, Robin, let me alone; I knows how to manage em. Howsomdever, the Sergeant stuck closetonJemshipped too much grog, and so the big rogue made a marine of him." 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 seende our 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, I'm his voice, and again trying to shake him into consciousness. Mother!" repeated Jeemy, as if a thought had flashed across his darkness-it passed away; he retained the word, but spoke with his usual vagueness. captain now, 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 wretched parent with a childish laugh. Yes, yes, we're both captainsIsn't it true; Robin?”nom Olay 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 dki mother, you know." sdT* shud ng oot 1 boured* gand??* _,»* Margaret Rouat's sorrow was great. She could have bote any affliction but the wreck of reason in her son. Time, howevery reconciled her to his melancholy state; and her affection for him rather 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 aflictions 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 fod a general review. Jemmy was rarely absent from parade} his tall, straight figure, strutted backward and forward in front of the line, eyeing each 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 prisoner a 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 outside.idla obedience to this order, footsteps were in a few minutes LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC societies of п19912,79 пom vid /nisiqs') di ier worg nistqa) 201 Monday Evening, 25th April, 1831. 97'00% 9 1 bat DR. G. A. BORTHWICK in the Chair. Present, Drs Carson, Keith, Moncreiff; Messrs Skene, Slyright, Maidment, Dauney, Laing, Gregory; Captain Knight, RN., &ẹ, &cod void bozulfur ogi 11. -THERE was presented to the Society, by Thomas Siv| right, Esq., a plaster cast of a very fine antique bronze statue in his possession, about 18 inches in height, and supposed to represent a Gladiator, The secretary drew the attention of the meeting to the under the able superintendence of the Rev. Dr Grundtvig a valuable work about to be commenced prospectus of of Copenhagen namely, the "Bibliotheca Anglo-Saxonica," which is to include a number of interesting AngloSaxon MSS. never yet printed. www - là được 1 heard moving outwards to the door, but they were soon to the destructia seventy-five, and even ninety per cent., and hurriedly retraced, and the landlady, re-entered exclaiming,, aquad id a H2 191 7970 1692 & Waiz "The tither man's surely awa, sirs; there's naebody there but the daft captain!" qumla The 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 King James VI, for the purpose of being laid before the Murray, of Lochmaben, Gentleman of the Bedchamber to King, on the subject of the discrepancies of the valuation of hands 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 revenues to the extent of private writs and title deeds, in the burning of Edinburgh, of the public registers, as well as many "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." In another passage he says, talking of the great landholders, who, howevir they gottin their landis frielye of his Scottishe proverbe, to give him kaile off his owne peittis, Majestei's predicessouris, yit ar they loathe, according to our and euerie ohe eryis still to haif frome the crowne, few m 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 e are happy to see the Antiquaries of ScotWe obscurity, by the collection and, we presume, eventual publication-of documents like that quoted above. "The devil!--muster, lads!" bellowed the corporal, as he sprung to his feet, seized his musket, and rushed. out. Jemmy was standing with his back towards him, at a small distance, gazing over the fields, and giggling in unrestrained admiration of the agility, displayed by his late companion. "Hallo you, captain! where's Donnelly?" roared the corporal. 4th, full out bio 100t indtromen 5. Fo "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. cry. earth. "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 The monster followed with his aim he fired Jemmy gave one bound, and fell back lifeless on the Synodlibet noddry di ould to ti Margaret Rouat was preparing the evening meal, when rumours of the dreadful event reached the village, and were, by the thoughtless officiousness of some children, 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 that were thronging in the same direction. She riveted her eyes on the disfigured countenance of her poor son--the blood curdled and clotted, but blacker and thicker, whence life had issued. She dropped senseless on the corpse. Pro 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 kind 66 still rests.c land doing bot very 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 to this collection of anecdotes relating to our gallant mountaincers-many of which were entirely new to us. We do not 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 soldiers in Inverness talking of the design, and who proved the means of frustrating it by running across the hills to Moyhall, and giving the inmates warning, died next day 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 Macbean item & about ourse and of: o- bn moniqmine ORIGINAL POETRY. -97qatos 63 sidan 287 201 STANZAS. i 「i ' orག མtz[ bor!ff; ness, and rudely shaking them off, she with frantic ges...When on its breast the moon's sweet beams are dancing tures quickly moved forward alone. In shadowy light, and melancholy glee; Or like the full-blown cistus, fragile flower, The aged smiled when thy sweet face was nigh somewhat still we had no idea that it would have been the cause of such an ominous display of empty benches. The instrumental portion of the concert was very judiciously chosen, but we cannot say quite ch for the oil pa an one of th executed in an extremely spirited and effective manner. Mozart's “Jupiter," was played in a way that altogether surprised us. With the exHception of a slight wavering of the band which occurred in the beginning of the second Part, it did the Society infinite credit. Both these, showed considerable knowledge yere Bore the full dowy of melody along A 12109 Teatret Pitt, in his over Till the sweet notes hush'd nature seem'd to hear 19977 v composed for this of orchestral composition, but it wanted originality. The finest considerable taste in thanks to Horncastle's Oh give me but my Arab Steed." We saw demonstrations that the manufacture of we escaped much of the infliction. The band wa led in an ad As thou approachest with thine auburn tresses, Shading a brow, whose smile was form'd to bless: For now a purer white deeper redituoue 11 on Adown thy cheek in fev'rish beauty plays," And the fresh smile of buoyant health is fled," That dwelt upon thy lips in other days That cherub smile, which chased away all gloom, Seem'd of celestial birth, and deathless bloom of mrbroodt'no zgni Yes, thou art sadly changed. Yet, can it be 1970) That death may seize on that angelic formjani woll And the chill grave close over such as the dyndaibA And yield thee all to darkness and the worm.?undo qui 'Tis but thy spirit that essays to rise ww daithe soulg From this world's cares and troubles, far above room To hold sweet communings, beyond the skies,quo With sinless beings worthy of its lovet visusse futi with superstitious Then should we grieve, when to thy soul 'tis given egoe visteration, and worshipped by the mail the region of perpe. with such care, that it is only very To quit its sojourn here for bliss in heaven?nd, egniobately that any of them have found their way to Europe. There O din bluos of S. Xary was also exhibited a remarkably perfect Romali fibula, lately dug Ja jumad quia up in the ruins of the wall of Antoninus. Mr Suilth of Jordanhill then read a paper, upon the effects of the delugesiilbestrated by numerous specimens of tusks and bones of the mammoth, and other extinct animals, and, pointed out the diluvial phenomena as exhibited in the country round Glasgow. It was annonuced, that on Monday the 25th, Mr Ross would read a paper on éducation, and that Dr Scouller would describe a remarkable fosil Crustace ous animal, of which the specimen in the museum fall the only one hitherto discovered, Mr. Atkinson is th read, on matweceeding evening, an Essay on the present state of the Law of Literary Property. 297logsnodt. LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES. A HISTORY of Poland, including a narrative of the recent trans actions in that country, is announced. It is said to be from the pen of a distinguished Polish nobleman. olm 11h Captain Marryat, author of "The King's Own," has a new novel in the press, entitled, " Newton Forster; or, The Merchant Service," The fifth and sixth parts of Booth's Analytical Dictionary of the English Language are nearly ready, The "Silent Member," of Blackwood's Magazine, has published "A Letter to the King." The Life of Sir Thomas Lawrence, which is just proceeding from the press, is the work of Mr D. E. Williams, to whom, with 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 I design, Theatrical Gossip. Planche's seventie dramatic productionThe Legion of Honour, an adaptation from the French has been favourably received at Drury Lands{On W/late 66casion, the evening's amusements at this theatre consisted éxeldibelly of the works of this author the have just nained, Charles nal the Twelfth, and the ceeding with the biography, according in Russia Gazza Ladra," and the ballet of KenilwyftkaĹMathew's and Yates In the press, Ivan Vejeeghen, or Life a, no of sohave commenced their season at the Adelphio? They Best part of ciety in Moscow and St Petersburg Polish and Russian country the evening's entertainment is Mathews, Copic Annuald the segentry-provincial magistrates-civil- und military-officerscond, Yates in Italy. third part, the two humourists combined actors and actresses-hells and tricks of the Moscow gumblors 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, 1.22 12AL IN SUS RE have, ofsits a stop to 1621 APRIL 23-229. us after the hidi s so their forces; but the plece did not succeed, and has since been withdrawal Various reasons trave been assigned for the in success of this division, of which itslutter Shupidity feels le most plausible.In Glasgow, Alexander, rotting his there, enlar it Seymour has done as muchy for his swtcppens with THE NEW MONTHLY MAGAZIN. We are tied to state,ontrose, dramatised, we informed, by Atkinson-The that it was at the express desire of the proprietors, that M benefits are commencing here, Campbell seceded from the editorship of the New Monthly our criticism during their continuance, Kean Magazine." The chief contributors to that work are as firmly at preachings 7b letwal v997s ongl tached to it as ever, and to their exertions are now added those ; 16: __ WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES of several new writers. Among the former may be named: 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, and of those who have lately given their literary support to the Magas zine, the following are the most noted: Theodore Hook, E. Lytton Bulwer, Galt, the Hon. Mrs Norton, the author of "Granby 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, Lue bas 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 |