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AUTOBIOGRAPHY; a Collection of the most instructive and amusing Lives ever published, written by the parties themselves. With original Introductions and Sequels. Both general and particular Title Pages are supplied, so that any Life may be obtained complete, separately; a Portrait of each writer is given, whenever a sufficiently authentic likeness can be procured. Besides other advantages, this Series will include cheap editions of many scarce and curious works, which cannot at present be obtained without considerable trouble, even at high prices.

Twenty-nine volumes are already published, price L.5, 1s. 6d. in boards. A fine Library Edition in 12mofis also printed, at 6s. avolume, or L.8, 14s. for the 23 volumes.

Vol. 1. Colley Cibber.

Vol. 2. Hume, Lilly, Voltaire.

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Vol. 5. Robert Drury.

Vol. 6. George Whitefield. James Ferguson.

Vol. 7. Mary Robertson. Charlotte Clarke.

Vol. 8. Lord Herbert of Cherbury. Prince Eugene of Savoy. Vols. 9 and 10. Augustus Von Kotzebue.

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LITERARY CRITICISM.

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Heres ho calling for chambermaids to prepare a room, no disturbing the housekeeper from her tea to air a pair of sheets, no demand upon the butler for a bottle of wine, nor Travels in various Parts of Peru; including a Year's upon the cook for any extra exercise of his art, nor upon Residence in Potosi. By Edmond Temple. In two eachmen or grooms to take care of carriages and horses. vols. London. Henry Colburn and Richard Bentley.e traveller alights at the door of the house, which he enters, and accosts those he may chance to see, saying, 'God 8vo. Pp. 431 and 504. keep ye, gentlemen!' to which a similar reply is given. The stop here for the night. With the greatest pleasure,' is traveller then says, With your permission, senores, I shall the reply. Here ends, nine times out of ten, the whole of the trouble, or interference between the parties. The traveller points to a spot either inside or outside the house, according to the state of the weather, where he wishes his muchacaho (servant) to spread his saddle-cloths; these being three or four fold, are sufficiently large to lie upon, and, with his saddle under his head, and poncho or cloak over him, complete the bed.

Our reviews of new works are, in general, splacid, impartial, comprehensive, spirited, minute, and complete. They are calculated not only to show the true merits of the author, but to put in the clearest point of view the abilities of the critic. We are aware, at the same time, that there is a set of dull rogues who do not think this last advantage so very essential to a good review. These people say," We do not wish to have your own speculations on the subject in question; we wish to know ra"Some few, who like their luxuries, carry a small mattress, ther what the author says about it ;-give us fewer or and sometimes even a portable bedstead, but nothing of the ginal remarks, and more extracts." We pity the blind-kind is given or expected, either at a public or private house, ness, but we respect the prejudices, of such persons. Knowing, as we do, that there is no author now living who can write upon every subject so well as we can, we must naturally feel for the ignorance of those who have the misfortune to think differently. But as we are the most amiable creatures in existence, and take a supreme delight in humouring and pleasing all our readers, we shall this week review a book or two according to the plan they suggest, and the melancholy absence of our own brilliant observations may awake them, perhaps, to a due appreciation of the value of what they have lost.

-for the very best reason, because they have nothing of the kind to give. The traveller also carries with him his alforjas-a species of haversack-with provisions; but if he happens to arrive at the family meal-time, he is invited to parke, which invitation is usually declined, because it is usually complimentary and nothing more."

Upon the subject of South American and Spanish phraseology, we have the following entertaining passage:

PECULIARITIES OF SPANISH AND SOUTH AMERICAN

PHRASEOLOGY.

"In South America, as in Spain, ceremonious compliments are too fréquently indulged in; offers and promises of every thing, without meaning or intending any thing, are of daily occurrence. But this general rule has, of course, its excep tions; for it would be strange to say that there are not as truly generous friends in South America and in Spain as in any other part of the world, yet even the very best are addicted to empty compliments, altogether unknown among Englishmen. Should you, for instance, chance to admire a valuable necklace, a watch, a ring, or a handsome horse, the owner, although unacquainted with you, immediately makes an obeisance, and says, ' Esta a la disposicion de V. It is fered gift. It must, no doubt, have occurred to others as at your service;' but never expects you to accept the profwell as to myself, in both Spain and South America, when speaking in praise of a lady, be she wife or daughter, in the presence of the husband or father, to have received from the latter the same generous offer-‘Senor, està a la disposicion de V.'

Mr Edmond Temple is a young Irishman, who went out to South America in the year 1825, as secretary to the then newly-established joint-stock company, entitling itself" The Potosi, La Paz, and Peruvian Mining Association." He and the other commissioners had hardly reached Potosi when the bubble burst, and the affairs of the company fell into irretrievable ruin. Mr Temple, however, was two years and a half out of England, and having kept a Journal of every thing he saw and did, he has now published a book written in that good-natured lively style, which implies that the destruction of the splendid prospects of "The Potosi, La Paz, and Peruvian Mining Company," produced a very trifling effect on his spirits. Mr Temple is not a profound nor a scientific man, but he seems to be an acute sensible fellow, with a dash of the bold and eccentric spirit of green Erin in his constitution. We shall take such extracts "The compliments of Spanish society have been practised from his two volumes, as may appear to us likely to excite most attention when read separately. Some of them in ancient and modern times, and may be very adroitly rendered subservient to self-interest, sometimes to the confusion are amusing, and others instructive. Having landed at of one party, and to the benefit of another, as the following Buenos Ayres, he travelled across the Pampas to Cor-instances will show. The learned Countess d'Aunoy, in dova, and thence by Tucuman and Salta to Potosi. On her travels through Spain, a hundred and fifty years ago, all this route he found that every body kept open house wrote to a friend at Paris in these terms:- I was sitting for travellers, but not exactly after the manner that open at table, when one of my women brought me my watch to house is kept in this country. wind it up, as it was my custom at noon; it was a striking watch of Tompion's make, and cost me fifty louis d'or. My banker, who was by me, expressed a desire to see it. I gave it him with the customary civility. This was enough: my blade rises and makes me a profound reve rence, telling me that he did not deserve so considerable a present, but that such a lady as I could make no other, and he would engage his faith that he would never part with

KEEPING OPEN HOUSE IN PERU.

"Proprietors of houses in England, judging from their own cases, may imagine that keeping open house for travellers is attended with very great trouble and expense. According to the customs of England, it certainly would be so; but in South America it is neither troublesome nor expensive.

my watch as long as he lived. He kissed it at the end of this pleasant compliment, and thrust it into the pocket of his small-clothes. You will take me to be a very great sot for saying nothing to all this; and I do not wonder at it. But I confess I was so surprised at this proceeding, that the watch was out of sight before I could resolve on what I was to do; in fine, I let him go with it, and endeavoured to do myself honour from a thing which gave me great mortification; but it will be my fault if I am trapped again.' Thus far the Countess d'Aunoy-the following adventure is my own. In the Peninsular war, I became acquainted with a Spanish colonel, whose regiment was in the same brigade as that to which I belonged, and whenever I chanced to praise his horses, or admire any thing belonging to him, he always said, with a profound reverence,' that it was at my service. Knowing this to be empty compliment on his part, I thought the least I could do, for civility's sake, was to make a similar reply on similar occasions. One day, he observed, in the corner of my room, a new sabre, which I had just received from England, and taking it up, he expressed his admiration in terms that induced me, with infinite politeness, to assure him it was at his service. This was enough; my blade rises, (as the Countess observes,) makes me a profound reverence, and in an instant both blades disappeared; but it will be my fault if I am trapped again.'

Mr Temple is rather happy in telling a lively anecdote, a good number of which are sprinkled through his book. Take the subjoined specimen :

AN ADVENTURE ON HORSEBACK.

"Before I leave Lagunillas, I shall mention a circumstance that rather surprised us all. When we were setting out from the farm-house to a distant lake to shoot, the son of the farmer happened to be at the door on a good stout horse, whose broad back induced me to ask the rider for a seat behind him to the lake; which was readily granted, with the observation that the horse was muy soberbio (very proud.) However, my weight not being exorbitant, and having no intention of offending the animal's pride, I handed up my gun, and then mounted behind the saddle, with a degree of agility too, that rather pleased me, because my companions were looking on, and, as I thought, with some share of envy, as the sun was very powerful, and the lake at some distance. We moved on six yards awkwardly enough, the horse, by the motion of his tail, and unsettled gait, exhibiting strong symptoms of displeasure. He is quiet, I hope,' said 1, in a tone not very expressive of confidence. Es muy soberbio,' said my friend. Up and down went the horse. Gently, gently,' said 1. No puedo,I cannot,' said my friend. Higher and lower went the horse. Stop! stop!' said I. No puedo,' said my friend.'I shall be off,' said I. Senor por Dios! for heaven's sake, don't squeeze me so tight round the waist!' said my friend. I shall be off, I shall certainly be off!' said I, in a tone louder than was requisite for hearing. Don't squeeze me so tight, senor mio !' said my friend. Hold on! hold on cried my companions. Es muy soberbio,' said my friend. Yes, very proud indeed!' said I, and at the same instant, a violent plunge and kick aiding my exertions, I sprang out of my seat with twice the agility, though not with half the pleasure, with which I sprang into it.

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"Scenes of this kind, it is well known, afford much more entertainment to the spectators than to the performers; I shall, therefore, say nothing upon that part of the subject, but come to the point which has been my only object in mentioning this circumstance, namely, the age of the horse. 'Pray,' said General Parossien, how old is that proud-spirited beast of yours?'-' I have always understood,' replied the young man, that he is the age of my father.' And more than that,' said one of the bystanders. My father is past forty,' said the young man, who had himself been riding the animal for seventeen years. We were all astonished, for the horse was, in appearance, to use an appropriate phrase, as fresh as a four-year-old.' Hot stables, heavy clothing, excessive feeding, and violent physicking, are the causes no doubt why we so seldom hear of their age in England, where a horse at little more than nine or ten years old is considered as having done his work,' and, generally speaking, is no longer in esteem.'

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On the important subject of the inducements which Peru holds out to emigrants, we must not omit to make the following extract from much more that our author urges in the same strain;

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EXPENSE OF LIVING IN PERU.

"It is notorious, that numbers of families and individuals have left England and Ireland to establish themselves on different parts of the Continent of Europe, where they live in comparative affluence, upon means which, in their own country, with difficulty afforded them a decent subsistence. I have taken considerable pains to enquire into the prices of every thing concerning the establishment of a family in either of the fine provinces of Cordova, Tucuman, tion at some future day to persons at home, whose circumor Salta, and having in view the object of giving informastances might induce them to leave their native land, and of life, I applied only to the most respectable authorities, to adopt another, in the hope of finding an easier enjoyment who, I felt convinced, would not mislead me on the subject. "It is not considered genteel to talk of one's own riches, and, therefore, I shall not state the amount of mine in pounds, shillings, and pence, younger brothers of the wealthiest families have seldom to boast of their credit at Coutts's, but this I say, that the means which in England will not even keep a man's head above water, are sufficient to enable him to live in affluent independence in either of the provinces of Cordova, Tucuman, or Salta; where, if so disposed, and valuable estate;-large, because its extent would be I could, without difficulty, become legal possessor of a large from four to five or six leagues; valuable, because the land is capable of producing every thing that may be desired from it, and because, with the estate would be obtained, at least, fifty head of horned cattle, as many horses, and of sheep and goats, any number you would wish to have; in some cases, too, an annual rent of from two to three hundred dollars, paid by a tenantry, who become, in fact, the vassals of the landlord. Such an estate may be purchased here, and its price would not exceed £2000 sterling; how it might be improved, under proper management, it is easy to imagine. With respect to amusement, game of all sorts in abundance in the land, fishing in the rivers, lion and tiger hunting in the mountains, would afford pastime to the sportsman; whilst those more industriously inclined would find ample gratification in agricultural pursuits, and no little pleasure in cultivating a garden, in a climate where the rigour of winter is unknown, and where flowers succeed flowers every month in the year.

"A library, a great deficit in this country, (although, thanks to Mr Ackermann's judicious publications, books are now beginning to be circulated,) would no doubt be amongst other comforts that would accompany European settlers, who would soon find here as wide a field for speculation, with as cheering a prospect of success, and certainly without any such risk of health, as either in the East or West Indies, during their brightest fortune-making days. All circumstances fairly considered, the prospects, in chosen spots of South America, are as inviting to industry, with small means, as in any other part of the world. "How many masters of families are there in Great Britain, well born, too, existing in embarrassment and want, with capitals of five and six thousand pounds? I mention these sums merely because either of them is sufficient, in the province of Cordova, Tucuman, or Salta, to purchase ease, comfort, and independence; in a word, amply sufficient to bestow upon its possessor every luxury that a fertile soil and fine climate can afford. All these advantages, I am aware, do not ensure to every body the enjoyment of life; that depends upon moral principles, into which I pretend not to enter. I have heard something about quot homines, tot sententiæ,' which is Latin, and the English of it I take to be this,―There are many persons who would find every happiness in South America, and many who would find none at all!' I am addressing myself only to the former, and to them I continue my observations.

"With a capital of 25,000 dollars- which, according to the present rate of exchange, is not five thousand poundsyou may not only double it in a few years,' said an intelligent curate to me, in conversation upon this subject, ‘but, in the meantime, you may rival in living his Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop of Toledo.' All the enquiries I made upon this subject tended to confirm the curate's observation, and mightily roused in my mind a desire to rival his Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop, whose splendidly jewelled hand I had the honour to kiss, and whose comfortable benediction I had the happiness of receiving, at his court in Madrid, some few years ago."

We conclude our extracts with our author's account of his first entrance into Potosi:

THE APPROACH TO POTOSI, AND FIRST VIEW OF THE TOWN.

"The road, as I advanced, although in no respect im proved in itself, indicated the approach to a town of consideration. It was no longer an unfrequented solitude, as I had been accustomed to find it. Peasantry, with droves of asses, and flocks of beautiful llamas, were to be seen passing to and fro; some strolling lazily to the city, laden with fruits, vegetables, Indian corn, flour, charcoal, firewood, and other necessaries; some returning from the market at a brisk pace, after disposing of their burdens, and hastening many leagues into the fruitful valleys of the country to renew them. Indians, male and female, with poultry, milk, eggs, and sundry commodities for consumption, enlivened the way, and apprized the hungry traveller that, although surrounded by bleak, uncultivated, and uncultivable mountains, he was still in the land of the living.

"Suddenly appeared before me in the distance a high -mountain of a reddish-brown colour, in the shape of a perfect cone, and altogether distinct in its appearance from any thing of the kind I had ever seen. There was no mistaking it: it was that mountain which was made known to the world by the merest accident, by an Indian, who, in pursuit of a llama up the steep, to save himself from falling, caught hold of a shrub, which, being torn from the soil, exposed a mass of solid silver at the roots; it was that mountain, incapable of producing even a blade of grass, which yet had attractions sufficient to cause a city to be built at its base, at one time containing a hundred thousand inhabitants; it was that mountain where hidden treasures have withstood the laborious plunder of 250 years, and still remain unexhausted. Having said thus much of the new and striking object before me, I need scarcely add, that it

was the celebrated mountain of Potosi.

"Onward I rode, cheered by seeing the beacon which indicated the termination of my journey; not so my jaded mule; it received no stimulus from that which to me acted as an exhilarating draught. Forty miles upon a road (my mule assured me it was full forty-five) is a wearisome distance before breakfast for either man or beast, and mine, every mile I now advanced, gave indubitable evidence of exhausted strength, yet the means of refreshment was far distant from us both. Patience and perseverance were our only solace; and with these two efficacious virtues, I believe in my heart honestly adhered to by both of us, we mutually assisted each other-I by alighting to walk up hills and steeps, the mule, when I remounted, by jogging on, if the heath happened to be free from rocks and stones; for the approach, even to the Imperial City, is nothing more than a rugged path tracked out by the footsteps of men and animals.

"From the top of every eminence that I ascended for the last two hours of my journey, I felt a longing expectation of obtaining a view of the town; because, to behold, even at a distance, the abode of rest, at the conclusion of a long voyage or journey, is a consolation which every traveller anxiously seeks and enjoys with sensations of real pleasure; but this consolation is denied in approaching Potosi; neither house, nor dome, nor steeple, is to be seen at a distance.

"The last curve round the base of the silver mountain, whose pointed top was now far above my head in a cloudless deep-blue sky, brought me at once upon the town, which, with its ruined suburbs, covered a vast extent beneath me, and in ten minutes more I was at the posthouse in the centre of it."

We can recommend this work as conveying a distinct and lively account of the present state of a great portion of South America.

A Set of Ten Songs and Two Duets. The Words and Music by two Sisters. London: J. Power. Edinburgh: Robertson & Co. 1830.

MRS NORTON and Mrs Blackwood are the two sisters to whom the public are indebted for this interesting volume. The music is, upon the whole, exceedingly sweet, simple, and ladylike, its general character being that of graceful plaintiveness. The song entitled "Chacta's Lament for Atala," is, however, particularly bold and energetic;-the modulation throughout is good, and the symphonies and accompaniments powerfully written. The words are not unworthy of the music. The two following songs are by Mrs Norton:

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“I'll wander through the streamlet, I'll wander o'er the land, I'll wander till I reach again the glittering ocean strand; I'll call to my dear sailor boy across the dreary sea, 'Twas there I parted from him—will he come again to me? "I'll listen to the murmuring waves that break along the shore, And think it is his bounding step who can return no more: I'll watch the cloud's dark shadow that steals upon the sea, And dream it is his graceful form that steals across to me. “I'll watch the splendid light that breaks so softly o'er his graveHis eyes were blue and sunny bright who sleeps beneath the I'll fancy 'tis his glance that comes so smiling o'er the sea; His glance, bis voice, his step, alas! will he return to me?" Not inferior to these are the following verses by Mrs Blackwood:

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FOR THE SAKE OF THOSE WHO ARE GONE.

"Friend of my youth! we meet again,—
Both changed in outward guise;
But the love we bore each other then
Still lives in our tearful eyes!
Those who were wont our hearts to fill,
Have left us on earth alone!

But we'll love each other the better still,
For the sake of those who are gone!
Old Friend!

For the sake of those who are gone!

"We'll sit in the shade of these old oak-trees,
And speak of the tried and true;
Nor hide our tears, which no one sees,
But the friend who is weeping too!
And if our wrath be idly stirr'd
By a heedless look or tone,

We'll forget the look, and forgive the word,
For the sake of those who are gone!
Old Friend!

For the sake of those who are gone!

"Friend of my youth! we part once more,
And our paths are distant far!

But we'll meet, when the long day's toil is o'er,
In the land where those loved ones are!
And oh while yet we linger here,
Each journeying on alone,
Let my name be dear to thy distant ear,
For the sake of those who are gone!
Old Friend!

For the sake of those who are gone!"

We know of no more elegant occupation for the female mind than is afforded by the combination of music and poetry.

The Dominie's Legacy. By the Author of " The Secta-
rian." In three vols. London. William Kidd. 1830.
MR PICKEN, the author of this book, is not fortunate
in the names of his works. He is a man, however, of
considerable genius, and his writings "have that within
which passeth show." The "Dominie's Legacy" is a
collection of Tales, mostly of Scottish Life, containing a
pleasing mixture of pathos and humour, though the for-
mer predominates. We particularly recommend the sto-
ries entitled, "Mary Ogilvie," "George Wishart," and
"The Rash Marriage." They are distinguished by se-
veral touches not unworthy of Washington Irving him-
self. We shall give a specimen both of Mr Picken's grave
and gay style,-the grave first :

MARY OGILVIE'S INTERVIEW WITH HER FORMER LOVER ON
HER MARRIAGE-DAY.

"I stood gazing on her as she confusedly told this story, still holding her hands, and replied, with more of passion than wisdom, that she needed not be thus particular in giving me an account of herself, and that the time was when she would not have thought of making excuses for meeting me in this wood. She looked at me with surprise when I had uttered this speech, as well she might; and, withdrawing her hands, she began to say, Ay, and I have seen the day, Mr George, when and her heart seemed to fill at her own thoughts.

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"When what, Mary?' I said, as she paused. 'Speak! I love to hear you speak as you used long ago.'

"When,' she answered, I would not have needed to make excuses for meeting you in any place; and when, if it had been told me, that ye would hae been absent from the houms o' Lillybrae for years an' years, and that ye came back without ever asking to see me, or speak to me, as ye used to do,-if it were nae mair,' she added, mournfully, but to gar me greet by talking to me of our happiness when we were bairns,—I wadna hae believed them. And if ye really like to hear me speak as I did langsyne,' she went on, her voice trembling as she spoke, what for did ye not come to Lillybrae and speak to me, George?'

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"This last sentence was spoken in a tone so affecting, and with a look up into my face of such appealing expression, that it smote me to the soul with agonizing conviction of injustice, and even cruelty, to her, and took from me the power of giving utterance to the excuse which I meditated; I hesitated, and stammered. Mary Ogilvie,' I at length said, I cannot now tell you all the reasons; but believe me, my heart was not in them, Mary. I denied myself much, much in not seeing you, at least to talk of former happier days; but I learned that you were about to be married to a young man of whom your father approved; and I knew not but that you might have forgotten me and our early love. And you know, Mary,' I continued, taking both her hands again, and looking into her eyes, 6 we have other things to do in life than idling about these bonny woods, picking primroses and reading love tales; for the scenes of early youth are but like a dream, and pass quickly away, and the feelings may be very different in after years. But my heart assuredly was not in fault, Mary; I have not forgotten those days, nor this pretty bank, nor your lovely blue eyes and golden locks, nor the day when we wandered to the Craigs of Glenvie, norYou are in tears, Mary; I did not mean to pain you.'

"Oh, George!' said she, while the tears fell fast from her swimming eyes, how can you speak so to me now, and not a word until my very wedding-day! And yet I know you do not mean to pain me; I know your warm heart; but you'll be designed for some grand lady, and I never should have thought about the like of you.'

"As I was about to reply, she took her hand from mine, and, holding it up before my mouth, exclaimed, Now, dinna speak nae mair to me, George! dinna talk to me of by gone days; I canna bear it the day, for I'm but a weak woman, and I am gaun to be married to a youth of my ain station; and yet-Now, dinna speak!'

arms, our tears mingled, she broke from me after a sob or
two, staggered with agitation as she glided off round the
foot of the green mound, leaving me like one in the midst
of a dream. I stood stock-still for some moments, in the
bewilderment of shuddering agitation; then, throwing my-
self on the soft turf, to recover my feelings, I pondered on
the shortness of those scenes that live longest in our remem-
brance, and on the fewness of those illumined pages of the
book of life, which are more precious to the heart, and
dearer to the imagination, than all the rest of the dull and
p. 41-5.
blotted volume."Vol. II.

In a more lively vein is the following amusing sketch of some

WEST-COUNTRY RADICALS AT DRILL.

"I was conducted out of town with my head full of popular armies, squadrons of pikemen, marching and countermarching; and extended lines of a warlike people covering great part of the country. But when I came to the spot, I could see nothing but a straggling crowd, of less than a hundred persons, most of whom stood talking in groups; and instead of arms or military appointments, they mostly wore aprons before them, and had short tobacco pipes in their mouths. One group I heard disputing upon what were to be their degrees of military rank, viz. which of them should be ensign, and which should be captain; and another was occupied in a strong argument (for there were some of them old soldiers) regarding what was the speediest mode of cutting to pieces a regiment of dragoons. "A party of about forty were in another part of the field, formed into a line of Indian file; and were marching and halting, and facing about, very much like children playing at soldiers; for, as most of them were to be commissioned officers, some were talking, some laughing, and now and then some stood still, while one or two ran to a hole in the hedge, to listen, as they said, if the horsemen were coming.' I perceived that except a few determined men, it was generally the youngest and most regardless-looking that were most forward to be soldiers; and as their discipline allowed perfect liberty and equality, I joined (the better to make my observations) this sample of physical force;' but looking along their irregular mixture of boys and men, I could not help despising myself for my folly in being found among them.

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"You'll be a pretty sort o' a captain, Jock,' said one to his neighbour, gaun there marchin' wi' your han's in your pouches!'

"Deevil sic anither sodger I ever saw!' said an old militiaman, touching his comrade on the left, whose faults he could see in the dark- Ye set down your feet, man, when ye march, just as ye were treading the treddles; an' your vera head gangs nid nodding, as if ye were following the shuttle.'

"Od, man,' said the refractory recruit, answering again, 'ye're deevelitch strick for a malicious man! Do ye expect me to be as good at the marching already as a fugleman or a fife-major? and to stick in my back and out my breast, just like Jock Walker, wi' his bass drum on his wame; besides, haven't I held up my chin in the air to please you till my vera een are standin' in my head?'

"Canna ye turn out your taes, man?' reiterated the zealous militiaman; 1 declare ye hae no more notion o' marchin' than Tibbie Drabb's hens!'

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"I'll tell you what, Jamie Corbie,' said one, speaking to the man behind him, if ye dinna keep your lang legs to yoursell, and haud your brogues aff my heels, I'll kick behind me like a cuddy, that's what I will!'

"But what most diverted me was the happy union of the hardships of war with the luxuries of home, in a patriotic weaver near me, who, having considerately lighted his short pipe at that of some other, before he commenced drilling, was circumspectly going through his exercise with it in his cheek. The word of command was given to face to the left; but the man next to him happening to forget to which of his sides this military term applied, turned to the right; in doing which, his nose came in contact with his comrade's pipe, and broke it off at his mouth, and the two valiant sol

"One word more, Mary,' I said, completely overpower-diers stood facing each other. ed, and then forget'

666 I canna forget! No, I winna forget!' she exclaimed, with a look of despair. Farewell, George!' and she tried to get away.

"Will you leave me that way, Mary?' I said, almost calmly: It is our last meeting, as remembered lovers,-the very last in this wood.' I drew her to me, she fell into my

"Deevil's in you! ye hae broken my pipe,' said the one, spitting out the stump of his pipe.

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Hang ye, ye hae broken my nose,' said the other, feeling his face with his hand.

Blast your bletherin' tongues!' said the militiaman ; what gars ye speak in the ranks?'

"The straggling groups behind were now beginning to

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