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likely to say respecting them. The retrospect has been and such will future generations call me. I shall not be a painfully interesting, and a most humbling one.
forgotten ; I know it: but I shall not be remembered Chas. And why so, my father? What scene could with approbation. I would fain hope only that I shall your life present to you, but that of a long tract of lofty be thought on with regret and pity. and honoured exertion ?-a poet's work followed by a Chas. What mean you ? I can with difficulty underpoet's reward ?
stand this unusual mood of dejection, and these baseless Dryd. No, no, boy; that sight was not what I saw. forebodings. I will tell you : I saw myself at the starting-place in the | Dryd. Call them truths, Charles; old age and death race of life, endowed with a vigour and elevation of ge- are prophetical. nius rarely granted to the human mind (God knows, I Chas. Then youth and affection shall assume the tone say it with a feeling far removed from vanity); with of prophecy also, and show you what judgment posterity tastes early directed to the genuine sources of poetical in- will pronounce on your other works. They will look spiration, and habits of thought accordant with those of back on you, father, with respect and admiration. They the greatest followers of the art. And I then saw my will contemplate the language and form of poetry before self, thus qualified, passing through life in a servile de our time, and then, turning to your satires and translapendence on popular opinions and courtly caprice, em- | tions, they will acknowledge who it was that transmuted bedding my jewel of fancy in the coarse setting of tem- irregularity and coarseness into an harmonious magnifi. porary and prosaic themes; or, alas ! far worse ! sullying cence, and a strong, stately, rapidity, which poetry before its purity with the incrustations of licentiousness, rant, you never knew. They will own you as the poet who and irreligion. I looked with pain on a lengthened life, has fashioned the finest measure of the language, wbo has which, in the bitterest sense the words can bear, has first shown its capabilities, and, in its structure, united been in vain ; beginning in hope, spent in misapplied toil, beauty with vigour. And when they come to search, as ending in sorrow and in want.
they must, more deeply than into the mere words when, Chas. Surely such views as these are both dishearten to speak poetically, as becomes me in addressing a poet, ing and unfounded. I am grieved to own, my beloved they put aside the golden veil which covers the face of the father, that your old age is exposed to many deprivations genius of poetry, and look on the features which it has which it ill deserves. But you cannot avoid perceiving partly beautified, partly concealed, then will your services that the cause lies, not in yourself, scarcely even in your to the world of letters become still more strikingly evifriends, but chiefly in those revolutions of state, of which dent. you have seen so many, and in which your conduct, as Dryd. You flatter me. Recollect what the subjects far as I have watched it, has done you the highest honour. have been which I have been obliged to handle, and you
Dryd. I admit, that in regard to the few latter years will see that I have been justifiable in aiming at something of my life, your observation is correct : I had no reason higher ; since it was such ambition only that could have to expect any thing save neglect and desertion. I could ensured me a conspicuous immortality. bear it; I could have even rejoiced in it, had I had no Chas. I grant that many, nay, most, of your poems weightier cause for regret. But it is my literary career appear to promise nothing very elevated; but you have which disturbs me when I recall it. What a scene does the more merit in improving them as you have. You it present of misemployed energies! With the mass of have refined these uninviting subjects into a calm and atthe people my reputation rests principally on those very tractive species of poetry; you have cast back the dull productions which I would give the world never to have realities of the present into the distant bazy twilight of written,my plays. My genius was no way calculated fancy; the poor sights, the cold hearts, and the meagre for the stage; the shifting, scarcely perceptible, phases of joys, which daily surround and disappoint us, you have character, I could supply only by a sustained dignity, described with a glow of imagery which will make our unnatural, perhaps, in itself, and certainly epic rather descendants look back on your times with wishful admin than dramatic; the bursts of passion and the effusions of ration. feeling were, in my hands, exaggerated or lost ; and in Dryd. Would that it were so !--but I have not done almost all the most important features of dramatic excel. this. Your filial piety and strong imagination together, lence I was surpassed by one or other of my contempo are hurrying you into misrepresentation. I have, it is raries or juniors ;-by that wonderful young man Con. true, and I am proud to say it_I have indeed elevated the greve, by the unfortunate Otway; and, even in my own tone of poetical thought on ordinary subjects; I have path of tragic pomp and declamation, I have had often to purified the public taste, and taught the difference between own myself at least equalled by Lee; and after all, I elaborated, sophistical, pedantic analogies, and the warm fear none of us will long maintain a high rank as drama transports of true poetical vision ; and I have confined the tic writers.
illustration which poetry throws on life within its proper Chas. You have at least the plea of necessity for your limits, drawing it only from its genuine sources, of ordidramatic works; and, it is surely a consoling reflection, nary intellectual acquirement, and, above all, of our moral that by means of them you have been enabled to support and universal feelings. But here I have stopped, at the yourself at least in comfort, through many changes ot' fa- very point where genuine poetry begins. Of the pure vour from royal and courtly patrons.
elements which this analysis procured me, I have not Dryd. It ought not to have been necessary: No man attempted to make use by applying them to high and ought to make himself the slave of popular vice and worthy ends. I have cleared and decorated the broken fickleness, by taking up literature as a profession. In the fountain-head of poetry, and then sent out its waters to earliest periods of a nation's literary glory, which are her How through a tract barren as Arabian sands. Enough brightest, authors are not such by trade, neither in suc- of this. I have been thinking, too, this afternoon, upon ceeding times ought they to be.
those among the many associates of my long life whom I Chas. Ah, my dear father, your temporary vexation remember most distinctly. They are those whom I knew leads you into assertions, at which, in cooler moments, many years ago, and who have long since died, and been, you will yourself smile.—But we will dismiss the sub- many of them, forgotten by almost all but me; and yet ject of your dramatic writings: it is an ungrateful one. it is these whom, with the ordinary weakness of age, I
Dryd. It is one which, for years, I have been unable seem often to behold standing before me so vividly, that to think of without sorrow and indignation. For there I have addressed them and fancied that they answered are in these works worse faults than those of the under. me; while present events and characters pass by me, and standing. It is a sad thought to an old man of sixty-nine, leave in my memory scarce a trace. Yes : for the old that he has spent the best part of his life in acting the man, memory is the only reality. And yet this decay is ribald buffoon to a licevtious court. Such have I been ; indeed the only token of advancing years of which I am
conscious. I have been meditating to-day on my instruc- to their usual resolute tone; and when you visit my tors and predecessors in poetry; and especially on the apartment again, you may find my opinions more cheergreatest of the number, John Milton. You will hardly fully formed, and more vigorously uttered. Adieu. understand how strangely that man's name affects me.
Ax ARTIST. I think of none oftener, and yet I never hear it without pain. Chas. What? You cannot feel envy? Oh, no, my
LATIN VERSIONS OF THE PSALMS;
GEORGE BUCHANAN. ARTHUR JOHNSTON father; it is impossible ! Dryd. What is it you say, hoy? Do you doubt me,
By William Tennant. as the world has done ? No, sir : I am not envious; and
It is a circumstance most honourable to the classic the scribblers who have said so are as lying as they are
muse of Scotland, that, of the poetical paraphrases, comunskilful. They have charged me with malice and envy,
piled in Latin, of the Psalms of David, the two held in because I scourged Settle and Blackmore into their merit
principal estimation, either in our own country or on the ed contempt ; as if the lion envied the toad whom he
Continent, are the productions of Scotsmen. That of treads on and tramples into dust! No; for Milton's ge
Buchanan was hailed with commendation, shortly after nius I never entertained any sentiment but reverence: I
the Reformation, by the first scholars of Europe ;-that knew him once ; from his advice I received much benefit;
of Arthur Johnston, which appeared about a century later, from his example I ought to have received more. Listen
was preferred by many, in its simplicity, to the more osto me : what I tell you, I should not choose to publish
tentatious production that preceded it; and, if it extruded to the world. I have done too much already to secure its
not Buchanan altogether from his undivided post of posesteem, and, before its votaries, old Bayes will keep up a bold face to the last. But to you, my son, I freely con
session in our schools, at least put in an equal and ami.
cable claim for associated honours. fess, that when I look back upon Milton's course, it seems
In instituting a comparative criticism between these a tacit reproach upon my own. His life, or, at least, that
rival and respectable productions, it is necessary, first of part of it which he so nobly employed, was spent in disgrace and poverty like mine : he, like me, had much to
all, and independently of the influence of name or authostruggle with ; but he overcame it all, while I- We
rity, to make a reference of the copies to their original,
and to consider whether of the two transmits best to the cannot live over again!
mind of the reader the genuine and peculiar spirit of the And now that I have spoken of Milton, let me enjoy
| great Master of the Hebrew lyre. the pleasure of mentioning the design which I had formed
For my own part,
| were I to read David in any other language than his own, of raising myself into the same class with him and his illus
I confess that I should, in unhesitating preference, betake trious brethren. I was conversant, in part, with the same studies which formed his mind, and those of Spenser and
myself to the Latin prose, or to the English prose version,
either of which two represents more faithfully than can Chaucer : these great men were my masters, as they were
be done by any poetical paraphrase, the strong, striking, his ; and I saw that in the school of chivalry there was
majestic peculiarities of the muse of Judea. For, if these room for lofty and poetical invention, to an extent far
peculiarities consist in sentiment, at once simple, comprest, from exhausted by all that has yet been attempted in it.
fervent, and vehement,-in language, animated, natural, It was my aim--But why need I speak of it? I had not
beautiful, without ornament, without artifice, impressive the resolution to go on working in the coldness of neglect,
and sublime, shorn down to the most rigid restriction in to rear the fairy structure which I planned, and acquire
regard to adjuncts and epithets--these qualities (the higha deathless renown as its founder : small encouragement
est surely to be found in writing) are, I fear, not much to would have inspirited me, and that little was denied. Why
be discovered in the versions of Buchanan or Johuston. should I speak of my designs ? and yet it is an old man's
Indeed, they cannot by any means be reckoned a living happiness, and it shall be indulged. My Epic Poem!
transcript of the great original; they are but a general The thought makes me young again ! my old eyes are dim, and my hearing feeble, as if I listened from the
and unfaithful resemblance, marred into dissimilitude by
incongruous garnishments, adorned and adulterated with depth of a grave; but the shapes which have blessed my
the gawds and trinkets of heathenism, that perpetually mind are still present with it, and in my imagination
remind the reader more of Mount Parnassus and the · there is no old age, no decay, no mortality My Epic !
Roman Capitol, than of the mountain " that stands most -King Arthur !- The Round Table ! - Let me be silent
beautiful.” Of the two writers, however, Buchanan must awhile, my son, and enjoy the pictures which the names
be considered the more unfaithful, and that, principally, bring up before me. They are undefined, thronged, and
because he is most eloquent, copiously redundant, and fleeting, but lively and gorgeous in shape and colouring,
artificial; bis genius, diffusive and rhetorical as it was, as if they were painted on the evening skies; and happy,
being, from these excellencies, or, it may be, these defects, oh, most happy, am I while I gaze on them. They are
less titted than Johuston's to express, in brief and poweryonder, like a Roman procession of triumph :-enchanted
ful phrase, the sublimity of the hymns of Zion. Of all castles, golden palaces, and gardens overhanging witch
the versions of the Psalms, whether Latin, or English, or lakes or thundering rivers--crowned and mailed knights,
Scotch, that of Buchanan is the most verbose ; it is, in riding through the shade of black silent forests—abbeys and cells, filled with the voice of prayers and anthems
fact, rather an illustratory commentary in resounding the tented battle-field, with its grove of blazoned banners
verse, than a poetical translation; and if it has more so
norous and princely majesty than Tate and Brady's, it and glittering spears—and the lamp-lit half-seen chamber, where the necromancer does his midnight rites of
has, in return, more verbosity, more extraneous and un
suitable imagery, more unnecessary and endless circumpower. It is a wilderness, a chaos of ancient and chival-ous splendour, rich with the mysterious presence of
locution. In proof of this, we may only refer to the in
troductory verses of the 23d, 49th, and 730 Psalms, and antiquity--the presence which dwells on the ruined tower,
to the whole of the 19th* and 130th, where the simple and the mossy arch or temple ; and the superior intelli
and beautiful thoughts of the original are but dimly to be gences which preside over and inspire the scene, appear
recognised through the elaborate and immense superabun. as if they waited but my command, to rise and mingle
dance of words that overwhelm them. He is also asvisibly amongst its inhabitants !- Fie on me, foolish old man! I am a very child !--Let it go!-And it has past
suredly not to be acquitted of blame in using, as he does,
so many phrases borrowed from heathen mythology and away, like my youthful hopes, like my lost and valueless existence! I can say no more on this subject : leave me, In the first seven beautiful verses of this Psalın, there are, in Charles, for the present. I do not always think thus / Hebrew, but 77 words; reckoning all the attixes and suffixes ; in Bugloomily : perhaps an hour's repose may restore my spirits pressed within three or four short lines !
chanan, 192, which occupy a wholc octavo page. The Hebrew is com
necrology, as Orcus with his torrent waters, Stygian chains, language, than producing rich and sunny fruit of exqui.
Torches of the Furies, Recess of lofty Olympus, and such site and highly-ripened flavour. His Psalms are rather like ethnical allusions ; yet even this is not sufficient for a poetical exposition and flowery commentary, than a him; he unsanctifies his subject still more by purloining faithful or vivid representation of the peculiar beauties of whole lines from the Latin poets, forming thereby a com- | these Songs of Zion. bination as incongruous and monstrous as would have The version of Arthur Johnston, which has, I believe, been the pasting of pagan scraps and heathenish phy received more commendation than Buchanan's in every lacteries on the unspotted robe of King David, as the country except our own, where his rival's preponderating consecrating the uuhallowed vessels of the Capitolian reputation has too much overshadowed him, is liable, Jupiter to the pure service of the Temple. He begins, though in a far less degree, to the same charge of unfor example, the 82d Psalm with two lines from an ode faithfulness. He has too much of brazen walls, and hot of Horace, of which only two letters are changed, ma- dog-stars, and anchors, and shipwrecks, and harbours, and king the substitution of Jove for Jovis. His work is, cynosures, and such unbiblical tropes and trumpery. He in this regard, much more a quilted-work of centos than is sometimes irreverent in applying improper expressions Johnston's. This redundancy exhibits itself, not only in to the Deity, as, a multiplication of different words, but also in the tame,
“ Crimina dum plectis, formam, ceu tinea, rodis." forceless repetition of the same word, apparently in the design of playing upon the term, a puerile figure of speech,
-Ps. xxxix. 11; and, from the kingly majesty of the Jewish lyrist, as dis where, from the construction, the Almighty, not man's tant as earth is from heaven. For example, we have | beauty, is likened to a moth :- also, “ Justosque justus justitiæ parens
“ Eripe te stratis.”—Ps. xliv. 26. Amore sancto amplectitur.”—Ps. xi. 7.
“ Sic passibus æquis
Te sequar.”—Ps. cxix. 117.
“ Dum reputo quam sint tibi lyncea lumina,
Miror.”—Ps. cxxxix. 6.
“ Ibit in amplexus protinus ille tuos.-Ps. cxlv. 18. “ Impio in scelere pios.”—Ps. xcvii. 7.
“ Solymam qui servat aperta,
Dum stertunt alii, lumina semper habet." “ Deficit mens spe salutis ; spes nec illam deficit.”
-Ps. cxxi. 4. Ps. cxix. 81.
Yet, notwithstanding these and several ballucinations of And numerous other examples, frequently line after line similar sort, his work, by those who desiderate in the continuously. He introduces also, like Tate and Brady, copy the simple energies of the original, deserves, besimilitudes and illustrations, not only not to be found in yond doubt, to be preferred. He is not tempted, like the original, but such as neither King David nor the Buchanan, by his luxuriance of pbraseology, and by the Jews had probably any conception of. He uses the word | necessity of filling up, by some means or other, metrical anchor repeatedly, a nautical instrument, the name of stanzas of prescribed and inexorable length, to expatiate which is not to be found in the Hebrew language ; he from the Psalmist's simplicity, and weaken, by circumhas Aethiopic vultures, African crops, drunken taverns, locution, what he must needs beat out and expand. His cubs of the Libyan lioness, ferocious Scythians, &c. His diction is therefore more firm and nervous, and, though translations confound all geographical, historical, and not absolutely Hebræan, makes a nearer approach to the chronological proprieties; he mentions the
unadorned energy of Jewry. Accordingly, all the su“ Sonante Perses arva findens ungula"-Ps.vii.
blime passages are read with more touching effect in his
than in Buchanan's translation; he has many beautiful as familiar to the Psalmist, 400 or 500 years ere the name and even powerful lines, such as can scarce be matched of Persian or Persia was known; he denominates Pha by his more popular competitor, the style of Johnston raoh, from merely an accidental resemblance of names, possessing somewhat of Ovidian ease, accompanied with “ Phari rector superbæ”—Ps. cv. 25;
strength and simplicity, while the tragic pomp and world
ly parade of Seneca and Prudentius are more affected by whereby it is presupposed that King David knew Pharos Buchanan. In all his Psalms, saving one, Johnston about 800 years ere that famous light-house was con has adopted the Elegiac couplet of Hexameter and Penstructed. Even his metaphors are sometimes confounded, tameter, which, by forcing him to restrict the expression as
of his thoughts within two lines, bas prevented him from “ Linguæ obseravi claustra fræno."-Ps. xxxix. 2.
flying off into any reprehensible exuberance. In order
to show, however, that he could have written, had it so Where bolts and bridles are jumbled together. He de pleased him, in Buchanan's multitude of metres, he has, scribes the heavens as sweating showers, like a man over with strange obliquity of taste, selected the 119th wrought with labour ;
whereon to exhibit his metrical capabilities, turning all “ Cælum
the parts of that didactic and preceptial poein, into every
possible lyrical diversity. Than this choice nothing could Maduit sudoris anheli Imbribus."-Ps. lxviii. 9.
have been more unfortunate, as that Psalm is written in
one tenor of un varying equality, and approaches nearer For so many striking infidelities and inaccuracies, not to prose than any other of the Psalms. Buchanan has, even all the eloquence and metrical talent of Buchanan | with much more taste and propriety, thrown it all into can form any compensation; his inexhaustible stock of Trochaic Tetrameters. phraseology, his unrivalled dexterity in moulding it into As class-books, these two Latin paraphrases have been verses of every dimension that were in use among the long read, Buchanan in our Scottish, Johnston most, I Romans, much as they deserve our admiration, and much believe, in the schools of Holland. Yet it may be very and justly as they are admired by us, are but the very fair matter of doubt whether lessons from such books of seducers that misled him into his faults as a versifier of modern compilation are proper Sunday exercises. If it is the Psalms. His mind was florid rather than sublime; intended that boys should, at an early age, imbibe a taste elegant and eloquent rather than fervid or animated; for, and catch the true spirit of, Hebrew poetry, the luxuriating rather in the flowers and foliage of beautiful prose version, which is obvious to any puerile capacity,
is infinitely to be preferred; whereas, in the poetical ver The thing's enough to pit ane out,
By Miss Jewsbury. * and unballowed use to which to debase the Lyrist of I sat with one I love last night, Judea, whose songs and sentiments are too noble and too
I heard a sweet, an olden strain, divine to be connected with the cold, repulsive, pedagogi. In other days it woke delight, cal impediments of Spondees and Dactyls.
Last night but pain ! Devongrove, Clackmannanshire, ? 13th April, 1830. 5
Last night I saw the stars arise,
But clouds soon dimm'd the ether blue,
And when we sought each other's eyes,
Tears dimm'd them too.
We paced along our favourite walk,
But paced in silence broken-hearted,
Of old we used to smile and talk-
Last night we parted ! The silver medal, given annually by the St Ronan's Border Club to the best angler, was competed for on Thursday, the 5th inst., and Oh! grief can give the blight of years, won by W. M.Donald, Esq. of Powderhall. On the night before the
The stony impress of the dead, competition, two of the principal office-bearers of the Club sat en
We look'd farewell through blinding tears, joying themselres in Riddell's Inn till a late hour, and the debate
And then Hope fled ! growing very keen about the prowess of the various candidates for the prize, the one director, to put an end to it, proposed to the other to sing a song. The proposal was willingly acceded to, and the following composition was the result. If any part of it has sub
A GRAND NEW BLACKING SANG. sequently turned out true, it can only be attributed to the spirit or prophecy, or the second sight.*]
By the Ettrick Shepherd. LITTLE wat ye wha's comin'
Black-MAKERS now their shops may seal, Will o' Powderha' 's comin',
Warren may gang an' black the deil ; Jock is comin', Sandy's comin',
For a' their whuds an' a' their wiles, Mr Nibbs an' a' 's comin';
They'll ne'er compare wi' Jamie Kyle's : Scougal 's comin', Rose is comin',
I've tried them a', by burnish'd gold! Robin Boyd, to blaw, 's comin',
And Kyle's is best a thousandfold. Philosophy an' poetry,
But gude preserve my glancin' clootsAn' doctor's drugs, an' a' 's comin'.
The cocks come fightin' wi' my boots !
The dogs sit gurrin' at their shadows, Meat is comin', drink is comin',
An' a tom cat completely mad is ! The silver medal braw 's comin',
The birds come hangin' wing an' feather, Hens an' cocks, an' bubbly jocks,
To woo upon my upper leather; An' good fat soup an' a' 's comin';
An' the bull trout, (the warst of a',) A’ the members look sae stout,
Whene'er my glancin' limb he saw, At every cast they 'll draw a trout,
Came splashin' out frae 'mang the segs, But nane that 's in will e'er come out,
An' bobb’d an' swatter'd round my legs; For a' that crack an'craw 's comin'..
For in these mirrors, polish'd gleaming,
He saw a mate in crystal swimming :
This I ca', joking all apart,
Complete perfection o' the art.
Sae a' the blousterin' Blacking-makers E'en-down lees an' a' 's comin'; Some trouts are gather'd for a week,
May claw their pows, an' turn street-rakers, An' some amang the sand to seek,
Or gang wi' ane that's right auld farren,
The sly, redoubted Robin Warren, An' some in grass as green as leek
To hunt the otter an' the beaver 0! little wat we wha 's comin'!
By sources of Missouri river, But wha to trust nae man can tell,
Or fly to Afric's sultry shores, My ain 's the warst o' a' strummin',
An' help to black the Blackamores; But there are tricks a man may smell,
For business here they can have noneAn' find his mou'a-thraw comin'.
Othello's occupation's gone. Come, dinna glower, an' dinna grin,
While Kyle, the sprightly Kyle, shall stand Cheating an' leeing are nae sin ;
The chemist of his native landThere 's ay some hope o' truth in ane,
A blacking-maker, all uncommon, Sin' Will o' Powderha''s comin'.
Is equallid or excell’d by no man
The greatest ever born of woman!
N. B. Pray call, before 'tis over late, But siccan tricks, as five or six
At hunder an' twall the Canongate. Frae poet's crcel to draw, comin'
* We have much pleasure in adding the name of Miss Jewsbury • If our friend the Ettrick Shepherd be the author of this song, | to those which have already graced the pages of the Literary Jourhe has, with great modesty, made no allusion to himself ; but we are nal. The above simple and touching stanzas might be set with excel. willing to back him, at the next competition, against any man who lent effect to music, and we recommend them with this view to the ever svitched the Tweed with horse-hair.-ED.
attention of our masical readers.
TO MEDORA. «
George the Fourth, received by the Nobles and People of Scotland,
upon his entrance to the Palace of Holyrood House, on the 15th of WRITTEN BY THE SIDE OF THE TWEED.
August 1822." Besides the King, this painting contains full-length
portraits of the Dukes of Hamilton, Montrose, and Argyle, the late By Laurence Macdonald.
Earl of Hopetoun, Sir Alexander Keith, Sir Walter Scott, and others.
There are also, of course, a great multitude of persons of all ranks Tweed's bright blue waters—dancing in the sun
and ages, executed in Wilkie's peculiarly racy style. The critics, To their own music and soft zephyr's song
however, difter much in their estimate of the merits of the work. When o'er their pebbly bed they laughing run,
" The whole picture," says a writer in one of the weekly journals, Or smoothly glide, like happiness, along,
“ has the air of the reception of a buckram commander of the old Seem fraught with life like thee !—when feelings strong
military school, by the lairds of a petty town, all look so staid, me.
lancholy, and demi-officially ceremonious. It is a sad affair, and the Stir in thy soul and sparkle in thine eye
streaky handling of the painting makes its dim and murky tone more When new-born joys into thy bosom throng,
uninviting." Etty, Turner, Briggs, and Newton, exhibit, upon the And brighten o'er thy face, as if the sky
whole, the finest pictures.-A Geographical Society is about to be Were mirror'd there, and heaven itself to earth drew nigh. formed in London on a plan similar to that of the Geographical So
ciety of Paris. An institution of this kind has hitherto been a desi
deratum in this country, and, if properly conducted, is likely to be The earth's green surface, and the glassy stream
of very essential service to the cause of science. -At a recent meetThe soft and wavy line of hills around,
ing of the Oriental Translation Committee, 2 resolution of considerGilt by the radiance of the sun's last beam!
able interest to Oriental scholars was agreed to, that a sum varying Fair nature's beauty, that doth here abound,
from 20 to 100 sovereigns should be given to any person who can In deep and fairy vale, in flowery mound
point out a translation in the Arabic or any other Oriental language, All that attracts the gaze, in form or bue,
of a lost Greek or Latin work. And all that meets the ear of heavenly sound,
Theatrical Gossip.-" Hofer, the Tell of the Tyrol," written by
Planché, and the music taken from Rossini's "Guillaume Tell,” has But conjures up thy image to my view
been prodigiously successful at Drury-Lane. It is supported by the So much thy pure young spirit seems all things t'imbue.
combined talents of Miss Stephens, Vestris, Sinclair, H. Phillips, May 7th, 1830.
and Bland.-Two new farces have been produced, one at Drury-Lane and the other at Covent-Garden, called, “A Joke's a Joke, or, too much for Friendship,” and “ The Colonel;" both were deservedly
and unequivocally damned.-Miss Paton took her benefit on ThursLITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.
day last at Covent-Garden. She played Jessica, with songs, in the + Merchant of Venice," to Miss Kemble's Portia, and her father's Shylock-Ducrow has commenced his season at Astley's Amphi.
theatre, and is drawing crowds.-A ludicrous scene occurred the We understand that the first volume of the History of German
other evening at the King's Theatre. Malibran and Castelli had Literature, by Mr Thomas Carlyle, translator of “ Wilhelm Meis.
performed the parts of Romeo and Juliet, but having died too near ter,” and author of the “Life of Schiller," is now ready for the
the front of the stage, they were left at the fall of the curtain still press. The work is to be published in London.
lying before the audience. It would scarcely have done for them to ; The Book of Scotland, by Mr William Chambers, is, we under
have risen and walked off so two gentlemen in yellow livery came stand, now in the press, and is expected to appear about the end of
forward, and each taking a lady in his arms, bore her away, amidst this month. The contents appear to be of a varied and instructive
the shouts and laughter of the audience.--Sontag has been getting nature. They are designed to exhibit a popular view of our differ
I herself hissed at Berlin, and this treatment affected her so much that ent national institutions, whether political, civil, or religious,-pro.
she fainted twice in the course of the evening.-Nothing new has minent and peculiar laws and usages, duties of public functionaries,
been doing at our Theatre this week. Miss Isabella Paton is to and other matters hitherto unpublished, or scattered over a number of works not easily accessible. The book is intended chiefly for the
commence a week's engagement this evening, in the Country
Girl," and the « Weathercock."-We observe that Mrs Eyre is to use of strangers, and will form a companion to the Picture of Scot
take her benefit on Tuesday, on which occasion Miss Eyre is to an. land. .
pear.-Mr Murray has returned from London, and, as we hinted in The Reverend John Parker Lawson, M.A., author of the “ Life and Times of Archbishop Laud," is preparing for the press a vo
our last, he has not come alone. lume entitled, the Doctrine of the Absolution of Sin, as maintained
WEEKLY List or PERFORMANCES. by the Holy Catholic Church in all ages, stated and explained in seven discourses, with notes and illustrations. In these discourses
May 11–14. several popular doctrines, such as Universal Pardon, Assurance of Faith, Lay-preaching, Predestination, &c., will be examined,
TUES. Guy Mannering, The Scape Goat, 8 Cramond Brig. A work, under the title of Satanic Records, or the Autobiography WED. Wild Oats, No! & Free and Easy. of a Nobleman, is announced.
THURS. George Heriot, William Thompson, fc. The Rev. Dr Wiseman, Rector of the English College at Rome, is
FRI. Rob Roy, & Gilderoy. . at present engaged in translating some Oriental works in the Vatican. • The Drama of Nature, a poem, by Joseph Mitchell Burton, is announced.
MEDICAL PROVIDENT INSTITUTION OF SCOTLAND.-The annual public meeting of this society is to take place, we understand, early
TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. in June. The objects of the institution are generally-to protect the
Notices of several new works of interest are unavoidably postmembers throughout their lives from the casualties to which profes. sional men are exposed, and to make provision for their widows, children, or other dependants, after their death. We believe it is
The dramatic production of " Clarens” is not without merit, but
it contains many symptoms of iramature judgment, and we are afraid to the highly praiseworthy exertions of Dr Edward D. Alison, that the success which has hitherto attended this excellent institution is
is not in its present form calculated for representation. It lies
at our Publishers'. The communication from “ R. W." of Dunmainly to be attributed. THE STONEHAVEN LUMINARY.- small literary periodical, bear
bar, on the subject of the Psalms, will be forwarded to Mr Tennant.
-We cannot comply with the request of “Proteus," in reference to ing this name, has been established in Stonehaven. It contains some very creditable writing, both in prose and verse, and indicates a good
his volume of manuscript poetry, unless he ceases to write to us anospirit on the part of its conductors.
nymously.-The “Sketches in Sutherland and Caithness" will not NEW MUSIC.-We have received a copy of a new song, entitled,
suit us. We are obliged by the communication of “T. A." of Glas. " Where are the Flowers of the Wildwood ?" the music by the au
gow. We are afraid that the MS. to which he alludes has gone amiss. thoress of “ Aloyse," the words by Charles Doyne Sillery. The air
ing.-We received with pleasure the communications of our Aberdeen is original, plaintive, and expressive. The song was sung by Miss
Correspondent “ W. S.;" the “ Ascent of Elijah" shall have a
place. Its author will hear from us in a day or two.-“ Remarks on Jarman in the part of Aloyse, in Glasgow, with much applause. CHIT CHAT FROM LONDON.-The Exhibition of the Royal Aca.
Philology" are unavoidably postponed till next Saturday.
The poetry of “T. B. J." and of "W. W.," if possible, in our demy is now open at Somerset-House. It contains eleven hundred pictures, one half of which are portraits. There are six portraits by
next.-The Sonnet by “N. C." of Glasgow is more laboured than the late Sir Thomas Lawrence, all of which are very interesting,
usual, and does not please us quite so well as we could wish. "The particularly those of the Earl of Aberdeen, and Mr Thomas Moore, Song of Love," by “G." of Glasgow, contains some good verses, but though the last is not quite finished. The subject of Wilkie's prin. it is unequal. We shall be glad, however, to hear again from its cipal picture, as explained in the catalogue, is “ His Majesty, King author. A packet lies for “ J. S." of Inverness at our Publishers'.