"Now, sir, that's no like you," cried Andrew hastily. "Dinna provoke a starving man, by telling him he may eat if he likes, and shewing him bread and meat locked-up in an iron cage far beyond his grip.-But you masters I grant are not without your ain share in the miseries of these times.—And for what is't a'!-That the lady may have two shawls, and the laird two coats, where their father and mother had but one that the mistress may have three sets of china tea-tackle, where one served her goodmother. This three to be bought with a prodigiously increased quantity of our labour." "Of my capital, or profits, Andrew." "We shall not dispute about words, sir,-yours and ours together—and what ought to be your profits. You great folks, the Cotton Lords as Mr. Cobbett ca's ye, are far from free of troubles and anxieties.—And what for incurred? Twa or three gold seals with coats o' arms dangling at the gold watch, give unco little comfort, aboon the auld clumsey clicking turnip, if the chief business is to remind the owner that the fatal hour is drawing nigh and little to meet Maister Carrick's peremptor demand." Mr. Mathewson gave a half-smile which Andrew construed into assent or perhaps approbation. "And how do you know that we are not equally entangled-Reckon ye for nought all our mills, machinery, goods, debts; binding us hand and foot as firmly as the necessity of daily supplying the daily meal does you-character, capital and credit, are with us all at stake ;-ye should be considerate in your judgments of us, Andrew." "Ay that they should; and that's what I aye tell them," put in Tibby." It would be wiser like, Andrew Howie, if you, that's a man of knowledge and experience, gave Mr. William a gude advice." Tibby had unlimited faith in the wisdom of her head. "Then I could caution you masters, sir, how ye build mair mills, and machinery; though we may have a spurt of better trade shortly." "And try ye, Andrew, and advise your neighbours to make at least three out of every five of their boys, some other trade than weavers, though brisk times should come." "We must have down the peck too, sir—and that short ly; but how are we to keep it down if ye go on at this same rate,-ye may cover all the hills in America, with Paisley shawls, and the plains of India with ginghams and mull muslins, and hang yarns on ilka buss o' the wilder ness; but what the better would we be?-Cheap bread it "I may be speaking ower long, sir; but looking on this nation as one family and fellowship, and B, the cotton self, the blessing we are all craving, will last but for a spinner or weaver, as equally the child of the commonshort time, if we manage no a' the better. If by underwealth with C, ye observe, the landed man, or great far-selling, and over-producing, we learn the agriculturist, by mer, the question with our rulers or stewards rather small degress, to get six ells for his bushel instead o' three, -for the people maun rule themselves,-stewards I say what the richer, better fed I mean, will us poor operatives who fear the Lord, and understand their duty, is this-be, in the long run? Till we can make the field yield its if what C suffers or sacrifices shall not be met by more than increase as rapidly as the machine does its products, or limit an equivalent, in what B gains."-But here, when An- those products, it makes little odds whether the loaf is nodrew had almost foundered at any rate, Tibby, with woman's tact perceiving symptoms of weariness in her visiter broke in with "Sic a man bothering Mr. William wi' his B's and C's—when Andrew gets to the B's he is as wad as ever was Johnnie Waldie, reading the 10th of Nehemiah-ye mind auld John Waldie, sir? He died only last Michaelmas." "It Andrew turned eyes of stern reproof upon his helpmate, who however bore his rebuke with great sang froid. is not for the mere conveniences of life I speak," he said, "but something far mair lasting and precious, lost sight of-made shipwreck of altogether.- By-and-by we must alter our Single Book, and make the answer to the question What's the chief end of man ?'—at least of manufacturing man to be- To work fourteen or fifteen hours out of the twenty-four, fabricating, half the time, trash worth no rational body's buying; and half starving while he is about it." "There is much truth and much error in what you say, Andrew," replied Mr. Mathewson. "But how do you system-mongers, and state-tinkers propose mending your condition would ye advise a Strike." minally a 6d. or a 1s. It will still be aboon our hand." "Na, Andrew Howie, ye are surely gaen clean daft There's an unco odds." now!" cried Tibby. "My certes! a sixpence or a shilling! Andrew looked from his half-closed eyelids with a sort of pitying contempt of the weaker vessel, which was irresistible to Mr. Mathewson, low as his spirits were; laughing heartily, he declared that Tibby had the best of it. Her delight was complete, and Andrew himself was much gratified when rising, the manufacturer requested his old fosterer to cook for him the well remembered supper of his simple childhood, the only dish he could now fancy for his early rural supper. "Sowens! Sowens!" cried Tibby, with glowing eyeseh, sir! and do ye think ye could sup sowens yet! at weel ye'se no want them." Mr. Mathewson believed he was thus undegenerate,-Master Manufacturer, and great Cotton Lord, as he had so long been. Andrew putting on his night-cap to ward off the night visiter to the end of the village, adding "line upon line." air, and still carrying his printed documents, convoyed the «That's Mathewson the great manufacturer," was whispered among the lounging groups in the village street. "He's had great losses lately they say, and is come out here to seek "Na, sir; I'm for nae Strike-unless it were better man-his health. I'll wager Andrew Howie has been gi'in him aged than ever I saw a strike yet. If the yearthen vesshel smite itself against the vesshel of iron, where will lie the pot-sherds? But if ye would give up underselling each other, sir." "And I may retort, if ye would give up your underworking, Andrew—and overworking, and long hours, and diminish your numbers." "I showed you how it could not be, sir,-situate as we are; entangled every limb and power o' us, in that weary loom." drew, beset by friends on his return, deny the honourable a hecklin.—I see it in Andrew's eyne." Nor could Animpeachment. "It will be twa days, lads, ere Mr. William, say again, man and master meet on equal terms in this country." But we leave Andrew to the glory of fighting his battle over again, till Tibby had three times summoned him to his water-gruel supper. If any courteous reader shall imagine that in ANDREW HowIE, he recognizes an old acquaintance, we trust that he will like our hero none the worse for such recollection of another honest man. PETER JONES'S OPINION OF ENGLISH MANNERS. THE following extracts, from a letter written by Peter Jones, whose original name was Kahkewaquonaby, a chief of the Chippeway Indians in British America, to the editor of the Christain Guardian newspaper, published in Canada, will be perused with interest and amusement by many of our readers. They will perceive from this reverberating echo of his sentiments, the estimation in which we are held by this unsophisticated observer of English manners and modes of life: when they walk in the tiptoe style, they put me in mind of the little snipes that run along the shores of the lakes and rivers in Canada. They also wear sleeves as big as bushel bags, which make them appear as if they had three bodies with one head. Yet with all their big bonnets and sleeves, the English ladies, I think, are the best of women. "If you should see any of my Indian brethren, I would thank you to tell them that I pray for them every day, that the Great Spirit through Christ may keep them in the good way. I often have longing desires to be in the midst of my friends and brethren in Upper Canada. We expect to leave England for America about the month of May next." "London, England, Dec. 30th, 1831. "MY DEAR BROTHER,-I take up my pen for the purpose of sending you a little paper talk, that you may know how I am, When the above letter was written, it is scarcely probable and what I have seen in this land of light. I am happy to in- that Mr. Jones had any idea of its ever being returned to Eng form you that my health is much improved since I wrote to you land in print, before he hade adieu to this country. It is therelast, for which I desire to thank our Heavenly Father, from fore just to infer, that in this epistle his real and unvarnished whom cometh every good and perfect gift. I rejoice also to sentiments are fairly expressed. At many public meetings, the state, that my soul still follows hard after the Gool Spirit, in editor has heard him with much pleasure; and perhaps few whose service I find much joy and comfort in my heart, while speakers ever excited, in a listening audience, a more intense or wandering in a foreign land, and in the midst of strangers-lively interest. The time of his departure, we apprehend, is. strangers they are in one sense, but brothers and sisters in now nearly at hand; but we feel assured, that when the interChrist, for such they have been to me ever since I landed upon vention of the Atlantic shall separate him from our view, he will be remembered with the utmost respect by the multitudes their shores. whom he delighted with his talk.-Imperial Magazine. "I have visited many cities and towns in this country, for the purpose of attending missionary meetings; and I am happy to say, that all who love the Lord Jesus Christ have received me and my talk with open arms, and their hearts have been made very glad when they heard of the conversion of my poor perishing countrymen in the woods of Canada. "The British and Foreign Bible Society have printed a thousand copies of the translation of the Gospel of St. John into the Chippeway language, which will be forwarded to Canada early in the spring. I have made arrangements with this Society to proceed on in translating the Gospel of St. Luke, the Acts, and some of the Epistles, into the Chippeway. THE COMPOSITOR. Let not the compositor be confounded with the printer or pressman. These two agents of a most marvellous art, are separated by an immense interval in typographical importance. The one presides over the first transformation which speech undergoes-the other only directs the machine, which repeats it in a thousand echoes. Mechanism already begins to deprive the latter of his occupation; without his assistance the ink is now spread over the types; without his aid the paper is placed upon the form, slid under the press, and given forth, by the mute instrument, with the stamp of thought and the voice of I have thought you would be glad to hear my remarks, as genius. Thus the pressman finds his department invaded by a an Indian traveller, on the customs and manners of the English workman more laborious than himself, and not, like him, subject people, and therefore send you the following brief remarks made to hunger, fatigue, and sleep. The compositor is beyond such from actual observation:-The English in general are a noble, competition; he may defy the power of matter to supply the generous-minded people-free to act, and free to think-they place of his intellectual activity. There can exist no subtle pride themselves very much in their civil and religious privi- combination of springs and wheels to enable the fingers of an leges, in their learning, generosity, manufactures, and com- antomaton to seize the characters which correspond with the merce, and they think that no other nation is equal to them in written word, and arrange them in a composing stick; for, to respect to these things. I have found them very open and do this, the automaton must be able to read. See the composifriendly, always ready to relieve the wants of the poor and needy tor in action, his eyes fixed upon the manuscript, and scarcely when properly brought before them. No nation, I think, can paying attention to the motion of his fingers-and you readily he more fond of novelties or new things than the English are; infer, from the intelligence of his look, and the expression of his they will gaze and look upon a foreigner as if he had just drop-countenance, that in him the mind alone is at work, whilst his ped down from the moon; and I have often been amused in see- right hand, which goes from the case to the composing stick ing what a large number of people, a monkey riding upon a and back again to the case, seems but to follow the poise of his dog will collect in the streets of London, where such things body. To read well is a very important part of the composimay be seen almost every day. When my Indian name, (Kah-tor's duties, and is the more difficult, because the literati and kewaquonaby) is announced to attend any public meeting, so great is their curiosity, that the place is always sure to be filled and it would be the same if notice was given that a man with his toes in his mouth, would address a congregation in such a place and on such a day; the place without fail would be filled with English hearers. They are truly industrious, and in general very honest and upright in their dealings. Their close attention to business, I think, rather carries them too much to a worldly-mindedness, and hence many forget to think about their souls and their God, and are entirely swallowed up in the cares of the world: their motto seems to be, Money, money, get money-get rich and be a gentleman.' With this sentiment they all fly about in every direction like a swarm of bees in search of that treasure which lies so near their hearts. This remark refers more particularly to the men of the world, and of such there are not a few. The English are very fond of good living, and many who live on roasted beef, plum-pudding, and turtle-soup, get very fat and round as a toad. Roasted beef to an Englishman is as sweet as bear's meat to an old Indian hunter, and plum-pudding as a beaver's tail. men of science who intrust their works to him, neglect, for the most part, to write legibly. I speak not here of those whe leave to him the care of punctuation, sometimes even that of correcting their violations of grammar and orthography. What services does he not render to ungraceful anthors, who repay them in calumny, and impose upon him in their errata the responsibility of their own blunders, which they term typographical errors, or negligence of the corrector? If his vanity had likewise the resource of errata, how many correct sentences might he not claim, substituted in the proof for the original solecism? It may readily be imagined, that the compositor must come to his first apprenticeship in typography, with a mind stored with all the elementary knowledge necessary for any literary profession. He must be grammatically acquainted with his own language, and, according to the kind of work he has to do, must be conversant with, at least, the nomenclature of the science treated of in the manuscript before him. More than one compositor, it is true, has learned whilst composing, as more than one author has done whilst writing. A printingoffice is a school of universal knowledge; it was there Beranger felt the first throb of poetic inspiration, and he learned orthography in the exercise of a calling which was the first occupator's life; but in this calling, as in every other, there are exceptions and individualities. I could name the man who reads his manuscript without understanding it, without seizing the idea expressed by the characters which his fingers have assembled, like the tapestry workmen at the Gobelins, who does not see the masterpiece he is producing. I could indicate another whom I could vouch for as prudent, economical, and of regular habits-he is upwards of thirty, and has a wife and children: he is preparing to become a corrector and foreman Translation from the French, in the Athenæum, "They eat four times a-day breakfast at eight or nine in the morning, which consists of coffee or tea, with bread and butter, and sometimes a little fried bacon, fish, or eggs; dinnertion of Franklin. Such are the general outlines of a composiat about two p. m., when every thing that is good and strong is spread before the eater, and winds up with fruit, nuts, and a few glasses of wine; tea at six in the evening, with bread and butter, and sometimes a little sweet cakes. Supper at about nine or ten, when the leavings of the dinner again make their appearance, and upon which John Bull makes a sound, hearty meal to go to bed upon at midnight. The fashion in dress varies and changes so often that I am unable to describe it-I will only say, that the ladies of fashion wear very curious bonnets, which look something like a farmer's scoop shovel; and' COLUMN FOR THE LADIES. THE CONVENT AT YORK. Many of our fair readers are probably acquainted with the fact that a Convent with a Lady Abbess, and a numerous sisterhood of Nuns, exists in the heart of England, and that the conventual regulations are as strictly observed, and the fair votaries as much secluded from the world, as in romantic Italy-or more Catholic Spain. Near the Micklegate Bar, in the ancient city of York, stands a large mansion, which has for many years been occupied by those religious ladies. An old gentleman, a friend of the writer's, who had a young girl consigned to his protection by her parents on the Continent, wished to place her ia this establishment, and for that purpose waited upon the Abbess, who is styled the Rev. Mother by the community. Being a Catholic of good family, he was readily admitted, and fortunately for the curiosity of our readers, we were permitted to accompany him. The Superior's parlour is a handsome apartment, hung with pictures by various foreign masters, but scarcely had we time to examine them before she made her appearance. It is impossible to convey to our readers the impression which this elegant woman made when we first beheld her in her monastic habit; the costume was so picturesque though simple, that we could fancy ourselves removed, at least, three centuries back, when the cowl of the Friar and the veil of the Nun were as common in merry England, as buff and jerkin; a full flowing dress of black cloth quilted round the waist, gave an air of dignity to her person; her face was shrouded in the close white cap, which comes down over the brow and is continued round the chin, something like that worn by widows, and over her head hung the ample black veil of the order, a rosary of beads and a cross completed the picture. With the easy dignity of one who had mingled with the world, she returned our salutations, and entered at once into the subject of the interview. From my friend's letters of introduction and well-known connexions, little hesitation was made, terms satisfactory to both parties were arranged, and in reply to some questions, relative to the regulations of the establishment, the Abbess invited us to visit the different schools, chapel, and buildings of the Convent. The first apartment into which we were shown was the dining-room, which adjoins the kitchen, and the food is conveyed by means of the turning board so common in religious houses on the Continent; by this means all intercourse between the pupils and servants is avoided. The girls are divided into four classes, each under its superintendent; when we entered the different rooms, the nuns and children stood up to receive us, while some opening large folding doors at the extreme end of the apartment discovered an oratory; each room in this respect being furnished alike. Amongst the number of children presented to us, was a niece of Cardinal Weld, and several Spanish girls, whose parents had been driven from their own country by the political disturbances of the times.-The chapel, to which we were next conducted, is a building of elegant proportions, neatly fitted up for the purpose of devotion. Its prevailing colours are white and gold; the altar is plain, but ornamented by a valuable painting. Here again our imaginations were powerfully appealed to the greater part of the sisterhood were assembled at their devotions, and knelt in rows before the altar, as fixed and unmoved as statues; amongst them was a beautiful girl, of eighteen, who had just commenced her noviciate; her plain white dress, contrasted with the sombre black garb of the nuns, produced a curious effect. The Abbess informed us that the sum presented to the establishment, on a nun's taking the veil, was six hundred pounds, which went towards the fund for their general support. The exercise ground, which lies at the back of the establishment, adjoins the burial place; both are unfortunately overlooked by the old city wall, and many persons frequently assemble to watch them taking their mid-day walk. The burial ground resembles a garden more than a spot set aside for the interment of the dead; the graves are marked by stones-those of the superiors by a cross. There is attached to this retired spot, an oratory, exquisitely fitted up. Here the sisterhood may indulge in their contemplations of the past, or breathe their hopes for the future. The writer and his friend took their leave of the worthy Abbess with feelings of respect for her unaffected piety and politeness, and could not avoid expressing regret that one, whose manners appeared so calculated to form all that was amiable in domestic life, should voluntarily have retired from it. LORD AND LADY CONYNGHAM.-Lady Conyngham, since become so celebrated in England, was then in the full bloom of her charms. In this respect, she was entitled to a brilliant reputation; but, I confess, I could never admire beauty so totally devoid of expression. I am not surprised at the Venus de Medicis not returning my smile, because she is a statue, and nothing but marble; but when I approach a beautiful woman, I expect a look and expression of animated nature. This was not to be found in Lady Conyngham. She was very elegant, took great care of her beauty, dressed well, and carried the care of her person so far as to remain in bed the whole day until she dressed to go to a ball. She was of opinion that this preserved the freshness of her complexion, which she said was always more brilliant when she did not rise till nine at night. She was a beautiful idol, and nothing more. Lord Conyngham, her husband, might be called ugly. The Duchess of Gordon, who, in her frightful language, sometimes uttered smart things, said of Lord Conyngham, that he was like a comb, all teeth and back.—Memoirs of the Duchess of Abrantes, lately Published. A PERTINENT QUESTION.-A little girl, on hearing her mamma say she intended changing her dress for half-mourning, replied, looking up in her face with great archness, "Pray, dear Ma, are any of your relations half dead?" GLENCO. Of the many romantic valleys which wind among the rugged and tempest-beaten mountains of Scotland, there is none, excepting Coruisk in Skye, that can vie with Glenco. Entering it from the dreary moor on which the King's house is situated, the traveller is struck with astonishment and awe as the great mountain masses, which form the southern side, burst successively upon his view. As he advances, new objects of admiration present themselves in the vast ravines between the huge cliff's down which the torrents are seen pouring with headlong impetuosity, the varying appearance of the tremendous dark rocks rent and shattered by the convulsions of nature, and the broken and jagged summits of the mountains rising among the mists to the height of 3000 feet. The northern side is less irregular, being a continuous ridge of deeply fissured and broken rock, from whose chasms the winter torrents have swept thousands of fragments, which lie heaped at the base of the rocks, and along the sides of the diminutive rills which, in summer, mark the place of the impetuous streams which are collected from the rains of winter. At the base of a lofty mountain which rises in broken precipices to a height of several thousand feet, and in the bottom of the glen is a lake of clear water; and near it is the little green pasturage which this scene of sterile grandeur affords. Considered individually, this part, which may be called the upper valley, is inferior in grandeur to none in Britain. Coruisk, in the bosom of the Cuillin mountains in Skye, a scene less known, because more remote, and in a very secluded situation, is the only rival of Glenco. Passing the lake in the latter, the traveller finds the valley continued in an easterly direction, nearly at a right angle to the upper glen. Here the scenery is changed. The mountains are less majestic, and several of them are covered with verdure. Woods, corn fields pastures, and huts are seen along the course of the wild stream that flows from the lake. Further on Loch Leven, an arm of the sea, but joining to the advantage of having a direct communication with the ocean, many of the agreeable qualities of a fresh water lake, comes into view. Here again new scenes present themselves: villages, woods, and fields, the whole enlivened by the busy hands occupied in the slate quarries, and the appearance of a vessel or two in the loch. The latter has a very narrow outlet, and the tide rushes through it with such impetuosity, that at Ballychulish, the ferrying place, one fancies himself on the banks of a large and rapid river. COLUMN FOR THE YOUNG. It is with a feeling of deep awe and reverence that we, in the passing week, select our lesson for the young from the works of Sir Walter Scott. THE LAST JUDGMENT. THAT day of wrath, that dreadful day, "WHY sitt'st thou by that ruin'd hall, Dost thou its former pride recall, Or ponder how it passed away ?"— While in my glass the sand-grains shiver, When TIMB and thou shalt part for ever!" Original and Selected. POLITICAL CONTEMPT.-Or in other words, political ridicule, is a compensation which the powerful leave to the weak. It is like the wooden sword of harlequin-used with vigour and wielded with force; but the blows make a great noise and do little injury; he upon whom they fall, is scarcely aware that he is struck. DILATORY AND OVER CAREFUL PEOPLE.-It is less in business to be too full of respects, or to be too curious in observing times and opportunities. Solomon saith, "He that considereth the wind shall not sow, and he that looketh to the clouds shall not reap." A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds. Men's behaviour should be like their apparel; not too strait or point device, but free for exercise or motion. CHOLERA. Bassora, which is situated at the Persian Gulf, on the River Uphrates, and contains about 60,000 inhabitants, is the great market for Asiatic produce destined for the Ottoman empire. The cholera lasted fourteen days in this city, in which time it carried off from 15,000 to 18,000 persons, or nearly one-fourth of the inhabitants. From Bassora it was carried by the boats navigating the Tigris, as far as Bagdad, and there it destroyed one-third of the population. A pilgrim, says the fable, met the plague going into Smyrna. What are you going for?-To kill three thousand people answered the plague. Some time after they met again. But you killed thirty thousand says the pilgrim. No! answered the plague, I killed three thousand -it was fear killed the rest. SALARY OF THE CHANCELLOR 700 YEARS SINCE. The salary of the Chancellor, as fixed by Henry I., amounted to 5s. per diem, and a livery of provisions.—Mirror. EXTRAORDINARY SEDUCTION.-The Morning Post of Friday contains the following extraordinary piece of intelligence: "The Duchess of Kent, with her suite, were seduced to remain a whole day at Llangollen, in consequence of George Robins's sale of Lady Eleanor Butler and Miss Ponsonby being in progress." (Any stranger to the circumstances would naturally infer that her Royal Highness felt a desire to purchase one or both of the above-mentioned ladies, and that George Robins was commissioned to knock them down instead of their collection of curiosities.) A GOOD REASON.-"What is the reason," asked a junior on Circuit the other day of Charles Phillips, "that delicate, modest, and sensitive women will allow themselves to be brought forward as evidence in actions for breach of promise of marriage, seduction, &c.?""'Pon my conscience, I can't say," said Sir Charles, "unless they mean to shew how much they wish to bring their quondam sweethearts into Court again." BENTHAM.---The Edinburgh Review, talking of Bentham and the parties of flatterers and detractors which he had during his life time, says-" He will now have judges ---posterity will pronounce its calm and impartial decision; and that decision will, we firmly believe, place in the same rank with Galileo and Locke, the man who had found jurisprudence a gibberish, and left it a science." FALL OF THE WIGS.---It is a curious fact, that, except York and Canterbury, not one of the Bishops at present wears a wig-all walk about incog. Ravenscroft, of Lincoln's Inn, London, the principal wig-maker, said the other day, that he had lost half his business, he having hitherto made wigs for all the Bishops. Poor Ravenscroft is, of course, a Tory, and may be excused, for, unlike some other barbers, he honestly confesses his motives, and very naturally hates a Wig Reform? STORY TOLD BY LUTHER.-A monk who had introducel himself to the bedside of a dying Nobleman, who was at that time in a state of insensibility, continued crying out, "My Lord, will you make the grant of such and such a thing to our monastery?" The sick man, unable to speak, nodded his head. The monk turned round to the son, "You see, Sir, that my Lord your father gives his consent to my request." The son immediately exclaimed, "Father, is it your will that I should kick this monk down stairs ?" The usual nod was given. The young man immediately rewarded the assiduities of the monk by sending him with great precipitation out of the house. M. de Lennox of Paris, who failed in a former attempt to inflate a colossal balloon in the form of a whale, succeeded lately in filling one of somewhat smaller dimensions, and ascended, accompanied by Mad. de Lennox and M. Berrier, a physician. They were furnished with oars of a peculiar construction, with a view of making an experiment as to the possibility of directing the balloon in its course through the air. The ascent was at first made with difficulty, but after some of the ballast was thrown out it became more rapid and gained a very high eleva tion, passing over Paris in a southern direction. is published in MONTHLY PARTS, which, stitched in a neat cover, BESIDES appearing in WEEKLY NUMBERS, the SCHOOLMASTER will contain as much letter-press, of good execution, as any of the large Monthly Periodicals: A Table of Contents will be given at the end of the year; when, at the weekly cost of three-halfpence, a handsome volume of 832 pages, super-royal size, may be bound up, containing much matter worthy of preservation. PART I. for August, containing the first four Numbers, with JOHNSTONE'S MONTHLY REGISTER, may now be had of the Booksellers, and dealers in cheap Periodicals. TO CORRESPONDENTS. THE STORY TELLER.-Andrew Howie, a Man of the West......121 Peter Jones' Opinion of English Manners; The Compositor...... 126 COLUMN FOR LADIES.-The Convent at York; Glenco, &c.......127 COLUMN FOR THE YOUNG,-Last Judgment; Time..............128 SCRAPS.-Political Contempt; Cholera, &c......................128 EDINBURGH: Printed by and for JouN JOHNSTONE, 19, St. James's Square.-Published by JouN ANDERSON, Jun., Bookseller, 55, North Bridge Street, Edinburgh; by JOHN MACLEOD, and ATKINSON & CO., Book sellers, Glasgow, and sold by all Bookseliers and Venders of Cheap Periodicals. THE AND EDINBURGH WEEKLY MAGAZINE. CONDUCTED BY JOHN JOHNSTONE. THE SCHOOLMASTER IS ABROAD.-LORD BROUGHAM. No. 9.-VOL. I. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 29, 1832. PRICE THREE-HALFPENCE. DEATH OF SIR WALTER SCOTT. SIR WALTER SCOTT died at Abbotsford, on the afternoon of Friday the 21st curt., about half-past one o'clock. No form of words could express our deep and emphatic sense of the event we are called upon to announce and we employ the simplest. It was the will of God that the spark of the Divine Essence should return whence it had emanated, and a painful preparation had taught us all to acquiesce. We do not lament SIR WALTER SCOTT's decease. The GREAT--the GooD-the GIFTED, is taken from us only when it was no longer desirable that the ruined clayey tenement should imprison its immortal tenant. We forbear dwelling upon the few trifling details that have reached us.-The event itself comprehends all. Amidst the homage and regret of millions he passes from our Earth who never had an enemy on its sur face. No death that can befal, not in our country alone, but in the whole civilized world, could be so universally felt. Kings may bow their heads, and Mighty men pass away unregarded, if not unnoticed; but the death of Sir WALTER SCOTT comes strongly home to the sympathies of every human being that ever heard of his name, and understood but the least part of what that immortal name signified. Such are the claims and the triumphs of Genius, when united as in his instance, with the finest spirit of humanity that ever attempered human clay, and made goodness visible. ON THE POLITICAL TENDENCY OF SIR WALTER SCOTT'S WRITINGS. In this brief notice, we neither intend to write the history, nor criticise the works of Sir WALTER SCOTT; neither to indulge in laudation nor gossip. His works are in every man's hands; and if ever there was an author who needed no commentator, "no dragoman to interpret between him and the human heart, it is the author of Waverley. All the tongues and tribes of Europe at once understood his broadest Scotch, because it spoke of things which were common to all, long before the confusion of Babel. His life, like his character, was simple and open; and, until it shall be written by one of three persons whom we shall name, there is little can be known which curiosity or impertinence has not dragged to light a thousand times already. These three gentlemen are, Sir WALTER'S WILLIAM LAIDLAW, his intimate friend from beson-in-law, Mr LOCKHART; his Secretary, Mr fore the time that his genius dawned upon the world till his eyes were closed; and Mr JAMES BALLANTYNE, also his friend from schoolboy days, and his literary associate through life. We can receive no acceptable life of the author of the Waverley novels save from one or all of these gentlemen ; until some master-mind shall arise, who, commanding all the lesser lights which they shall bring to bear on one point, may, in the memoirs of Sir WALTER SCOTT, embody the Philosophy of Humani.. ty, and the spirit of our own national history, with that finer spirit, expansive as Life, and enduring as Time, which pervades all that he has written. If he has left memoirs of himself, that will be better than all. Dreading, therefore, the tattle, gossip, indelicacy, and obtrusiveness ready to be poured forth on this subject, and disliking all needless exhibition, even though made in an affectionate and reverential spirit, we shall not follow the example we deprecate, either in personal anecdote, in superficial criticism, or hackneyed laudation of works so universally familiarized, so deeply sunk and fastrooted in the hearts of all readers. We propose a different task, which, however ill it may be performed, has at least the merit of honest purpose. Convinced that in heart and mind, in principle and affection, and (with a few incidental and casual aberrations into which he was hurried or betrayed) in conduct also, this illustrious person belonged to no state party, we would fain redeem his venerable and beloved name from the political party which claims it-and sound to a Crusade which should 66 conquer his tomb from the infidels.” If SHAKSPEARE deserve the epithet of the myriadminded, to Sir WALTER SCOTT belongs that of the myriad-hearted; and, with this large natural charter, it will not be difficult to shew that he essentially |
