"Susan, rise!" a voice loud bawling Said, "Unbar the envious door!" "Whea commands?" she scream'd, then falling Senseless, streek'd her on the floor. Wi' a rounge the yieldin' hinges Frae the partin' stoothens flee, In the storm-struck stranger swinges, Walter enters yes, 'twas he! Swift to Susan's aid he hies him, Greapin' roun' the weel kent bower, Prodlin' up the smotherin' embers, 66 "Ah," cried he, can time sae alter Fwoks, as thus to be forgot? Fair yen, I'm thy faithful Walter ; Canst thou, Susan, know me not?" When his weel-kent voice she listens, Here awheyle with ardour glowing "Yes," she said, "thou lang-lost stranger, "Know," said he, "tho' foul and tatter'd In my present garb and graith; Tho' with muck and mire bespatter'd, I've enough to bless us baith. "Midst the battle's devastation Fell my captain, stunn'd with blows; I succeeded to his station, By this chance my fortune rose. "But of a' the joys I've teasted, Or mun e'er expect to teaste In teyme to come, or teyme far weasted, This, this moment joys me meast. Cheer thee, then, my Susan, cheer thee, Pleasure yet thy cheek shall cheer; Think thy Wat will ay be near thee; Think thy luive will ay be near." MARK LONSDALE. ARK LONSDALE was born in Caldew M gate, Carlisle, on the 26th of May, 1758, Of in an old-fashioned cottage which is now razed to the ground, but which, with the garden, occupied the site of the present Ragged Schools. He was the eldest son of John Lonsdale of Caldewgate, blacksmith, and Isabella Mark his wife, who formerly belonged to Thrustonfield. his early education very little is known, but there is not much doubt it was of a common order, as he was sent at an early age to follow the business of a pattern designer. As he grew up to manhood, not being satisfied with the drudgery attending his calling, and finding Carlisle too limited for the full scope of his ambition, he, like many others, made his way towards the metropolis, where there is a wider field for competition, and where merit has a better chance of success. He had not been long in London before he turned his pursuits, both as author and mechanic, to the most intricate parts of theatrical amusement. His success in this soon procured his promotion as manager of Sadler's Wells, which post he held for a number of years. He was the immediate predecessor of Charles Dibdin the younger. When he gave up his situation at Sadler's Wells he became part proprietor of the magnificent pictures, the Battle of Seringapatam, &c., which were exhibited at the Lyceum. It was here that Mark Lonsdale projected that elegant and instructive scenic exhibition and oral description denominated ÆGYPTIANA, an exhibition which at once demonstrated that though he had not had the benefit of a classical education, he was not wanting in a knowledge of the classics. This exhibition, although a convincing proof of his abilities, was an utter failure in a pecuniary point of view. It was his intention, had his first plan succeeded, to have given the peculiarities of geography, natural history, and manners of the inhabitants of other countries, but a disarrangement of his circumstances was the reward of his first national endeavour. He then retired to Ireland, where he was engaged in tuition, and became tutor to a young nobleman. The following letter to his niece, Miss Isabella Lonsdale, (afterwards Mrs. Joseph Railton,) gives an interesting sketch of his manner of life in Ireland. TULLAMORE, 16th, Dec., 1810. I am still going on very successfully in my tuitions, but, in consequence of short days and bad weather, am obliged to contract my circle into a narrower compass. My principal station is now in the town I write from, a very bustling, dirty, genteel, uncomfortable place, about six miles from Clara. Here I am well employed for three weeks in the month, and the fourth week I spend in Maryborough, the principal town in the adjoining county, and about the size of Caldewgate. The distance is eighteen Irish miles, (about twenty-three English,) and I walk it on a Sunday, let the weather be fair or foul, equipt in the common foul weather dress of the country, viz: tann'd leather leggings, a frize great coat, an oak shillela, and a glazed hat,—such is the costume of an Irish traveller, and such a figure may very likely be presented to you in Scotch Street, some day or other within the course of the next summer. The gentry are, one and all, very bad paymasters, -and one had need have the patience of Job to get an account settled with them; all my connexions, however, are very safe I believe, though rather slow. I have no fear of losing anything in the end,— and one or two of them being exceptions to the general rule, supply me with cash enough to go on with. * * In my last, I think, I gave you a sketch of my usual engagements for the summer; and it may perhaps interest or amuse you to know how I am employed for one day in Tullamore. At eight o'clock I attend at Mr. Killaly's, (the engineer of the canals,) for two hours, and instruct his son and daughter and two apprentices in drawing-I then snap up a hasty breakfast, (sometimes I go without,) and at ten o'clock go to the Rev. Mr. Cames's academy, where I attend, for one hour, four young gentlemen in drawing, one of whom is a young baronet, Sir Charles Levinge-from thence, at eleven o'clock, I go to Mrs. Clark's boarding school, and teach drawing to five young ladies-thence to Miss Grey's boarding school, at twelve o'clock, where I have eleven young ladies at drawing-and at one o'clock I go to Mr. Acres's, where I stay till four, and attend to the education of his two daughters, in English grammar, writing, arithmetic, geography, drawing, and French; here I am a great favourite with my employer, who is the most opulent man in the town, and often dine and spend the evening with him; he is an intimate friend of Mr. Telford's, who recommended me to him-and I make no |