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• Then that must be the coast of Norway afore us,' said Away, thou bonny witch o' Fife, the Shepherd ; 'anà a curious and romantic country it On the foam of the air to heave an' fit, is, whilk I'm very fond o' seeing. Gin it hadna been An' little reck thou of a poet's life, James Wilson, the great naturalist, wha lives out at Ca

For he 'sees thee yet ! he sees thee yet! naan, that mistrystit me aince, I had seen a'the Dophvines

• Aha, Doctor, I ken where we are now! This is nae lang syne. But I hardly trow that we hae been a night

Norway, but the Western Isles of Scotland. We hae an' a day swinging alang the floors o' heaven, for I haena

been half-way ower the Atlantic, an' brought back again ta'en aboon a dozen noggins o'the whisky yet, an' I think

by the changing o' the wind. Weel, this is really grand! ye hae only gotten fourteen, whilk wad hae been but an

to see sae mony islands, a' like dark spots o' ebony on unco scanty allowance in twenty-four hours in sic a cli

a sheet o’ silver an' gold! This is a scene that's worth mate as we war in.'

the living for! Weel do I ken a' their shapes an' sizes, • But then, sir, we know not how long we slept,' said

for I hae been ower them a' an' ower again. Yon farI; 'for above a certain altitude the human frame is sub

thest away ane is the Lang Island, stretching frae Barra ject to torpidity, and I remember that mine was such,

to the Butt of Lewis 166 miles, an' containing about as that if you had not awakened me, I think I should never

many inhabitants. A waefu' wretched country as ever my have awakened again.'

fit was in, aince the inheritance o' the M‘Leods an' M‘Do• An we had fa'n baith in the sea sleeping, we wad hae

nalds ; but, alak! they'll soon no hae as muckle land on the gotten a terrible gliff,' said he; "and really, if we had been

haill island as to bury the hinder-end o' them. Then, near the land or near a ship, I wad hae likit to have seen

yonder is Sky; a fine island, an' maistly theirs yet. Then it, for the fun o' the thing. But the truth is, that I hae

here is the fertile Isla, the barren Jura, the bonny little nae inclination ava to light as lang as our provisions last,

Colonsay, and the inhospitable Mull. Oh, but my heart for I think it a grand ploy to swoop through the heavens

is light at flying ower them in this style !-ay, beyond wi' plenty to eat an' drink. Na, na, I hae nae wish to

the flight o' the Hebridean eagle hersell! See how they light this lang time yet, an' least of a' in the open sea.

scour away frae aneath us, as if borne by an irresistible Think ye there's nae way o'tickling her to gar her spring

flood of an ocean river! And then, here come the val. up again ?"

leys and gentle hills of Lorn, with the towering cliffs far • Why, there is one certain method,' said I ; which is,

beyond them. But how insignificant their appearance by throwing out our ballast.'

from this point! Ah, auld Scotland, how my heart * Ballast! where is't ?' said the Shepherd, in astonish

warms to thee! Wha could look on sic a scene, an' no ment.

turn a poet? • Why, all that superfluous stuff of victuals, wines, and spirits,' said I.

“ Man never look'd on scene so fair * The deil be in your fingers gin ye touch them as lang - As Scotland, from the ambient air ; as I hae the pith of a man in my fore-spaulds,' said he.

On hills in clouds of vapour rollid, • Ballast! My truly, billy, but ye ballast weel! Sic bal

On vales that beam with burning gold; last as this winna dunt at our doors every day. No, gin

Or, stretching far and wide between, ye were trailing ower the waves at our grey yaud's tail Her fading shades of fairy green ; like a dolphin, wad I suffer ye to throw out these precious

The glassy sea that round her quakes, benefits; sae ye may fit on your cork jacket an' prepare for

Her thousand isles, her thousand lakes, the warst, for that resource disna await you.'

Her mountains frowning o'er the main, * Finding it in vain to reason with this thirsty and ra

Her waving fields of golden grain ; venous son of the mountains, I began to look about me

On such a scene, so sweet, so wild, for some other resource, assured that there would be some

The radiant sunbeam never smiled.”' way of letting the gas escape, should we perceive a ship or proper lighting place. I had long noted a small brass

That is very good, James, and very appropriate,' said handle, attached to a tube which seemed to connect our

| I; 'who in the world can have written that?' tent and the balloon, but I did not understand it, for at

'Ay, what need you speir, Doctor,' returned he ;'wba the handle was written, If like to alight, turn this. But w

writes a' the good sangs an' ballads in our keuntry, an' seeing tbat we approached nigher and nigher to the

never ane either kens or thanks him for it?' ses, I now watched for an opportunity of turning it and

SONG FOURTH. letting the gas escape ; and accordingly, perceiving a large ship at a due distance before us and some small craft far

O for an angel's pencil new,

With canvass of the ocean's span! ther on, I tried the handle with all my might, but it would

For such a panoramic view not badge. I tried it the other way, when it instantly

Ne'er met the eye of mortal man : turned with a jerk and a spring; and thereby letting forth

There flies Loch-Awe, like silver zone, å supply of gas, away mounted the balloon once more in

She's speeding to the south away ; the most beautiful slanting style imaginable. The Shep

And there's Cruachan's clifted cone, herd was actually delirious with joy. He clapped his

Less than Mount-Benger coils of hay. lands, waved his bonnet, took a queich of whisky, and

Now speed, now speed, our wondrous steed, then sung out

Though now thou'rt skiffing on the sky,

In kind Glengarry's snuggest bed

We'll find a shelter by and by.

There goes Ben-Nevis' sovereign head,
Hurray! hurray! The spirit's away,

Soon o'er the Border will he be ;
A racket of air with her bandelet;

Ha, speed thee! speed ! my wondrous steed,
We're up in the air on our bonny grey mare,
But I see her yet ! I see her yet!

The world's on wing from under thee!
We'll ring the skirts or the gouden wain,

• We were very near the top of that broad unshapely Wi' curb an' bit, wi' curb an' bit,

hill that you call Ben-Knaves,' said I;' we might have An' catch the bear by the frozen mane,

cast anchor on it.' An' I see her yet! I see her yet!

Ay, but how wad ye hae gotten aff it again ?' said the Away again o'er mountain and main

Shepherd; ' I was very feared for a game at bardheads To sing at the morning's rosy yett,

wi' some o' his rocks, but the current o' wind that streeks An' water my mane at its fountain clear

up his ravines carried us safely over. And now, hey for But I see her yet! I see her yet!

Glengarry! It is straight before us as the crow flies.'

garry ?

• He is spoken of as a wild savage chief that,' said I, tertainer, and haste to Edinburgh, being distressed about ' and one who will account very little of cutting off the my lawsuit, but I could not make Hogg budge; so there heads of two Sassenachs like you and me.'

I left him, sitting drinking and singing with Glengarry, * An' that's nae lee neither—but only if we were gaun and, for any thing I know, he is sitting there to this day." to cross him or bully him; whilk we hae nae call to do, for a mair kind an' ceevileezed gentleman I never crossed the door threshold o''

LITERARY AND SCIENTIFIC SOCIETIES OF • Here is a fine house, like the castle of a chief, on our

EDINBURGH. left hand,' said I; ' I suppose that is the castle of Inver


Monday, 14th January. No, no,' said the Shepherd, that is Lochiel's castle, bonny Auchnacarry. I have seen it a ruin, all black as ink

Sir Walter Scort in the Chair. wi' the flames that Cumberland's brutal soldiers raised in Present, -Sir George S. Mackenzie ; Professors Hope, it-sae mean and grovelling was the malice they bore against | Russell, Wallace, Brunton, Pillans, Graham; Drs Hib a man that had frightened them sae aft on the field. Lochiel bert, Kuox, Borthwick, Gregory, Russell; James Skene, has now renewed it in mair than its primitive splendour.

John Robison, Thomas Allan, Charles J. S. Menteith, But he's a gouk; for instead o' leeving at that lovely ro

Patrick Neill, Esquires, &c. &c. mantic mansion, and spending his income amang his Ca. This was the most crowded meeting of the Society, both merons, he'll be snowking about the vile stinking shores in respect to the number of members and of visitors, that o' East-Lothian. When I think o'the gallant, matchless

has been held this season. Sir George Mackenzie read the heroism o' their forefathers, the very thought o' siccan

first part of a paper, entitled " An Elucidation of the Fun

damental Principles of Phrenology." The learned Baronet's chiefs as Clan-Ranald and Lochiel is aye like to turn my

communication professed to be no more than an exposition heart. Fient a ane o' them a' has the true an' proper

of those first principles upon which all Phrenologists are feelings of a chief but Glengarry himsell, let them a' say agreed ; and as these have been already repeatedly laid be o' him what they like! - And now we are coming very fore the public, we do not see any necessity for troubling near the bit, Doctor, for as soon as we cross the corner o' our readers with a recapitulation of them. No member that ugly black hill, then Invergarry is plump below us.'

offered any remarks upon Sir George's Essay. The SecreThen over it we must go,' said Í, ‘for how are we to

tary announced the reception of communications frorn Dr

| Hibbert, on the Geology of the Volcanic district Laach, in bring down that inexhaustible machine? Hogg, you are

the Prussian Rhine Provinces; from Dr Knox, on the accounted a powerful fellow; take a bottle and throw at

Dentition of the Cetaceæ, with at attempt to fix the rank it with all your force, perhaps you will be able to burst which the Dugong holds in the animal kingdom ; and from

Dr Edward Turner, a Chemical Analysis of Wad. • Hand me up a bottle then, Doctor,' said he ; ' but od, be sure it be a toom ane, else I winna fling it.' He then set himself firm in his basket, and holding with the one

THE DRAMA. hand, he flung a bottle at the balloon with all his force, which only rebounded away into the air. He tried an

Charles Mathews is the intellectual comedian of the other, and another, all with the same effect; and I think present day. Liston is too much of a buffoon, and there I never saw aught so ludicrous as the Shepherd standing

| is no one else to be named. Yates is clever, but he wants biting his lip, pelting the balloon with one bottle after the original genius of Mathews. What we enjoy about another, and cursing her for a muckle unpurpose swine's

Mathews is, that he does not need to wait till some one blether. At length, perceiving the cbief himself at his has conceived a grotesque and humorous character, before side. Hogg, with a voice like a trumpet, shouted out, be can be grotesque or humorous himself. He is his own * Help, Glengarry! help, help! for the love o' M‘Don author. Not that he writes comedies and farces; but nell's name an' the Jacobite Relics o' Scotland, bring us

that he sees them written in human nature, and reads down, bring us down!'

and studies them in everyday society. Matbews is de“ Glengarry ran for his rifle, but when the Bard saw | lightful, not because he acts what is humorous, but beit cocked and pointed towards him, he roared out, "Tak cause he feels it. Besides, his appreciation of the ridicucare what ye're about, ye deil's buckie, an' dinna haud at lous is delicate and refined. He has the mind of a genthe basket !' Crack went Glengarry's rifle, and before tleman, and consequently pleases the boxes more than the one could have said Mahershallalhashbaz, we were plash

gallery. His representations are full of minuteness. ing in Loch-Garry. Still the intractable machine, not

The little nice shades of character—its outs and ins—its withstanding her wound, was dragging us on, whiles be

small tortuosities—its oddities—its distinguishing pecuneath the water and whiles above it: but always as the liarities, which more obtuse spirits never think of -he Shepherd's head came above, he uttered a loud Hilloa ! in

sees at a glance. Yet, there is seldom much bitterness a half-choked style, while Lady Glengarry and her Misses

in his mirth. He is too sensitive and social, and full of were screaming with laughter at the miserable flounder

| kindliness, to tolerate the vulgar caricaturist. He rejoices ing figure we made in the loch. Glengarry was all ac- in tickling the fancy, but not in wounding the feeltivity; he manned a boat to our rescue, but before it ings. Most of his favourite portraits swim in a rich could reach us, we were dragged ashore and bumping up

essence of bonhommie ; we laugh at them, without being the hill, away for Inch-Laggan; and I firmly believe, either ill-natured or losing our time. This is the that if we had not fastened firm among the branches of great test of an actor's powers, and of the value of an elm-tree, we had been taken to the heavens a third

had been taken to the heavens a third | mirth—has it any thing improving in it? We laugh ata time.

scene of bustle in an ordinary farce,when chairs and tables “ So much unaffected kindness and hospitality I never are thrown down, and the dramatis persone run knockexperienced as in the house of Glengarry, but we never | ing against each other in all directions. But this is idle told him how we were set off, nor does he know till this laughter, called forth by seeing our fellow-creatures make day but that we took the jaunt out of good-will and en preposterous fools of themselves. As soon as the exciting thusiasm. Hogg even told him that he was engaged to cause of the merriment ceases, we almost regret that we another jaunt with a literary friend. He gave us £100 Jost our time in giving way to it. There is more philofor our balloon, in which he proposed to go a-eagle-shoot-sophy, and a much deeper substratum, in the mirth exing, and take some jaunts to his estates in Knoidart and cited by Mathews. He opens up to us new views of hu.. Morrer. He was delighted with this mad aerial visit of man nature,—he reads us a moral lesson in the midst of the Shepherd's, and the two sung Jacobite 'songs the our cachinations,—he shows folly her own image, and whole night over. I was obliged to leave our kind en- smiles her out of countenance—he puts things in a new

so she woudless best of d her ericht

1 lgbt, and as soon as we see them in that light, we obtain Spirit of Beauty! may thou still prevail,

Des ideas concerning them,—the more he makes us laugh, And o'er both Time and Ruin keep thy sway! the better it is for both our head and heart. Mathews, Though man's divinest works these may assail,

mareover, is rich in thoughts. His mind continually over And with defacing fingers work decay, | dewwith them. He always seems to us, if we may so speak, Thou hast a power more mighty yet than they ..

suve in an atmosphere of jocund conceptions. His face, Pervading nature, and enlivening all ;-
deeply marked, as it now is, with a thousand lines and Thou mak'st more beautiful the ruins grey
prinkles, is a study for a Shakspeare. There is in it Than princely palace, with its stately hall;
the faces of a multitude. It is like a series of palpable Witness the ivy'd tower, the garland-cover'd wall.
and risible mental operations. His eye is full of all
tiads of light. His nose twitches about, up and down, Spirit of Beauty! Woman's lovely form

* to this side and now to that, like a merry mischie Is thy fit temple, and thy fairest shrine ;
was imp, half buried among the dimples and little knolls Thou mayst take shelter there 'mid every storm
and crevices of his cheeks, in which a thousand racy ima-

That darkens o'er this earth, no more divine. ginations lurk. It is to us also matter of great consola Although in worlds above thy light may shine, Disa that Mathews is lame, and halts in his gait. It takes The brightness that thou giv'st to woman's eyes him at once out of the common class of men, and hangs Eclipseth all those heavenly orbs of thine ; op bis picture indelibly over the chimney-piece of our To view the radiant soul that in them lies, Ezmery. There is more humour in either of his legs, 'Tis said that angels have been known to leave the skies than in the whole body of any other man. We have Socied to ourselves that we saw little roguish faces hiding ender his stockings, and peeping out from his shoes. Of

STANZAS TO A LADY. ail the comic actors we ever saw, Mathews is our favourite. This is little to be wondered at.' He was admired

By Lawrence Macdonald. by Lord Byron, and is esteemed by Sir Walter Scott. A three-act piece, called “ Monsieur Mallet, or My

" She walks in beauty like the night Daughter's Letter,” was produced on Wednesday even

or cloudless climes and starry skies,

Where all that's best of dark and bright, ing, to introduce Mr Mathews to us as the Frenchman.

Meet in her aspect and her eyes, He, of course, sustained the part admirably; but the

Thus mellowed to the tender light

That heaven to gaudy day denies. drama is a very poor affair, and turns upon an incident which, though it does excellently for an anecdote, is wo

There is a pensive sweetness in thine eyes, fally diluted when made into a whole play. Besides, the thing is ill written, and gives but little scope for good

A mystery and a depth, like that of heaven

When viewed by night without the day's disguise ! ating.-Murray, as a stage-struck negro, was amusing ;

Though 'gainst this world my spirit e'er hath striven, and Miss Pineott, as Monsieur Mallet's daughter, was

Yet there be deeds of mine to be forgiven; simple and natural. If this young lady would act with


And, fair Madonna, I would pray to thee a little more energy, we think she might make herself

For solace to a heart all wrung and riven; well liked. We expect to owe to Mr Mathews several

To features less divine men bend the knee, Exceeding pleasant evenings next week.

And lovelier in the realms of fancy none may see. · Old Cerberus.

Though I have gazed on faces where the eye

Shone forth in beauty like the star of morn

That ushers in the day so tranquilly,

And struggleth not as doth the babe new born,
When first it wakes to life 'mid passion's storm;

But steals all gently o'er each earthly bower,

As if it meant to keep the angel form

It thus assunjes, in that most heavenly hour,
By Lawrence Macdonald.

When it comes forth to wake the world with gentle power: We have pleasure in introducing to our readers as a worshipper of

Yet, there is something like a nameless feelingthe Mases, one of the most successful and eminent of our Scottish Seulptor-E..]

Of which we're conscious, but know not the cause

That hovers round thee, like the daylight stealing " Who hath not proved how feebly words essay To fix one spark of beauty's heavenly ray!"

O'er Nature's face-ere man infringed her laws,

Or earth beheld the curtain sin still draws SPIRIT of Beauty! were it not for thee,

Between high Heaven and this inglorious spot; I would not gaze one hour on Nature's face,

Where, if one blessing falls, it is because
How great soe'er her wondrous works might be ;

Lost virtue never can be all forgot ;
Nor yet desire to traverse boundless space,

And if it brings eternal bliss, 'twill be thy lot. ' Exploring all things, wheresoe'er a trace

Of wisdom, power, or goodness, meets the eye. 'Tis this all nameless thing that dwells in thee, , Thou hold'st the universe in thy embrace !

The essence of thy being, thy mind's light, The rolling earth!-the burning spheres on high! ; Thy soul in more than infant purity, And all those worlds of light that wander through the sky. | That makes both eye and star set to the sight,

When thou art near, with something still more bright Spirit of Beauty! in a foreign land,

Shining in silence like the pale moonbeam,
I've seen thee mingle with the noontide sun,

When it reveals the glories of the night,
And o'er both earth and ocean wave thy hand;

And makes this earth to me seem like a dream, And when that glorious orb its course had run, And thou the fair pervading spirit of the scene. And night's more silent, solemn reign begun,

I've seen thee with the pale moon mount the skies, Speed on thy journey through this world below, As if mankind, and earth, thou sought'st to shun,

Thou loveliest of thy kind, and most divine !
So high in azure heaven thou seem'st to rise ;

Though I would kingdoms for thy sake forego,
But back again thou cam'st to dwell in woman's eyes! I would not link tby destinies to mine,

Nor with my fortunes aught of thee enshrine,

Because I could not brook the blight that then
Would fall, and break that tranquil peace of thine.

That aught like thee should ever wear a stain,
Would make the heavens to blush, and double all my pain.

And while yon sun and starnies bright

Their annual round renew,
Blithe may we hail this festive night,

To Kyle's sweet Minstrel due !"
Gretna Green.

B. F.

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DAY.-JANUARY 25, 1830.

« But still the Patriot, and the Patriot Bard,
" He'll hae misfortunes great and sma',

In bright successioa raise her ornament and guard !"
But aye a heart aboon them a',

Cottars' Saturday-Night.
He'll be a credit to us a',
We'll a' be proud o' Robin."
Burns's Song on his own Birth-day.

| As SCOTIA stood musing on days that are past,

Her eye all around her she pensively cast, * A' Ye wha bow at friendship's fane,

O'er her land of red heather and thistles so green : Or own the Muse's sway;

A sigh came un bidden, when, far in a wild,
A' ye, within whose tingling veins

She Coila descried softly tending a child,
Warm Love's soft pulses play;

Whose looks beam'd with rapture, through ringlets pros True Scottish hearts assembled here,

fuse, This night to toast and sing

As conn'd be the Legends of Wallace and Bruce, Deep Mem'ry o' the Bard o' Kyle,

Entranced 'mong the heather and thistles so green. In friendship's social ring! An' sure frae out our isle ne'er sprang

“ Hail, Coila, still dearest! whom now dost thou nurse? A worthier wight than he;

A statesman or warrior ? a blessing or curse Nor, frae the North, has pibroch rang,

To my land of red heather and thistles so green ?" — In strains mair bauld and free:

“ A child,” she replied, “who is doom'd to inspire Though' spurned at Fortune's venal ha',

The sons of thy heather with patriot fire ;
His genius rose sublime,

And yet no Belhaven, to combat thy wrong,
To hail our honour'd “ Land o' Cakes,”

Nor Wallace of war, but a Wallace of song,
An' “ days o' langsyne."

Awakes to thy heather and thistles so green.
He sang auld Coila's haughs and streams,
Her leafy woodlands gay,

“ From the thousands his spirit, resistless, shall lead, Her flowery straths and airy bens,

As follow'd thy Wallace, a Bruce* may succeed
Where winsome lasses stray :

Our bard of the heather and thistle so green.
Frae his wild harp bauld strains he struck,

Though far bath the fame of thy heroes been heard, 'Neath hoar Lincluden's shade ;*

Still farther the fame of thy Patriot Bard: In bonnie Doon's romantic neuks

While roams the proud peasant thy mountains and plains, He mourn'd his Highland maid.

So long shalt thou, Scotia, exult in his strains His harp was heard on rocky Dee,

While blooms the red heather and thistle so green." Where Aird's green forest grows; At Beauty's glance on Catrine lea The voice of Coila rose.t

TO ALISON. When Gallia shook her threatening crest, • He woke that matchless strain,

COME hither, my beloved one,
That roused in every patriot breast

Of the dark and sparkling eye,
The Bruce's martial flame;

And let thy bright and dimpled cheek
For echoing wide the slogan flew

On thy brother's bosom lie,
All Scotland's vales alang,

While he traces in thy laughing face
And freedom waved her bonnet blue

The buds, yet scarcely blown,
The mustering ranks amang.

Of the beauties of thy childhood, that
Though doom'd mid Zaara's deserts wild

· So promisingly shone.
The dread Simoom to brave,
Or where nae simmer breezes fan

Oh, thou wast once a sickly thing,
The far antarctic wave,

Seem'd doom'd to early death;
Still memory should our bosoms charm,

And many an hour we sat by thee
And wake, o'er Robin's lay,

To watch thy parting breath;
Remembrance of our native land,

But heaven, that yearn'd for thee, relax'd
In life's ecstatic May.

Its hold, and thou at length
Though warldly cares our steps should trace,

Fast overcam'st disease, and grew
When wintry eild is near,

In loveliness and strength.
Or puirtith shaw his weezen'd face
To twine us o' our gear,

Twelve long, long years I've been away-
Ev'n then, forlorn and “tempest driven,"

And in that weary time
His precepts sage and true,

Thy little image solaced me
By star-eyed Independence given,

In many a distant clime;
Shall proudly bear us through.

And I had hoped—but let that pass —
Come, then, a toast, let's pledge it fain,-

The day perhaps may be “ May a', frae Tweed to Spey,

Not distant, when I yet may do Fast link'd within the Muse's cbain,

· AU I bad hoped for thee. True brothers be for aye;

I left thee a mere child-and now

Thou art a woman grown; * " The Vision, a Fragment,” which, in Dr Currie's opinion, is the most sublime of all the compositions of Burns. + The Lass o' Ballochmyle.

• Prophetic of Sir Walter Scott.

Blending thy mother's playful charms

Marion de Lorme, comprising the reign of Louis XIII.; and the With beauties all thine own;

Mémoires du Marquis de Dangeau, from the original manuscripts in

the King's Library. Thou hast her dimples and her smile;

SIR THOMAS LAWRENCE-Sir Thomas Lawrence had been a Her buoyancy and mirth;

member of the Royal Academy for thirty years, and sueceeded to the And, blest inheritance! thy heart

Presidency on the death of Mr West. He is supposed to have derived Reflects her modest worth.

an income of about L.10,000 a-year from his profession. On the

day previous to his death, he had worked on a splendid portrait on Ay, hide thy blushes there, my sweet,

which he was engaged, of the King in his robes; but the last finished

which left his hands is the exquisite portrait of Miss Fanny In the bosom where thou'st lain,

Kemble, which has been drawn on stone by Mr Lane, and is just In years long past, in many an hour

published. It is a very remarkable fact, that no portrait whatever Of restlessness and pain. .

exists of Sir Thomas Lawrence, either on canvass or in marble: he 'Tis bliss to feel thy cheek once more

having never sat for one, nor painted one of himself; which latter Thus on my breast recline

almost all the great masters of former times did. The Royal AcaThy cradle once and now thy home

demicians who are now most in the public eye, after Sir William

Beechey, and Messrs Northcote, Thomson, Stothard, and WestallWould it were pure as thine ?

who are all at that age when it is not likely that they would willingly Edinburgh, 9th Nov. 1829.

W. B. H. enter upon the active duties of the Presidency-are Howard, Etty,

Turner, Westmacott, Chantrey, and Wilkie. The President is chosen

by ballot, and the day of election is the 25th instant. Every acaTHE CIGAR

dernician has a vote, and the choice is determined by a second ballot

on the two who have the highest number of votes ; the object of elecMy spirits, confound them ! had sunk below par,

tion is then recommended to the approval of the King. It is said So I said to myself—I will smoke a cigar;

that Wilkie has the best chance. We learn that Mr Thomas CampFor I knew that if any thing eartbly would do

bell has undertaken to prepare a life of Sir Thomas Lawrence, for For curing those devils by men called “the blue,”

which he is to receive one thousand guineas.

I FINE ARTS.There is now in course of publication at Venice, 'Twould be an Havannah, tò me dearer far

a collection of the Statues belonging to the Imperial Academy of Fine Than Persian, or Russian, or Turkish cigar.

Arts, and of other classical sculptures which are the objects of public

admiration in that city. They are of a large quarto size. Whenever I meet with the crosses of life

PROFESSIONAL SOCIETY'S CONCERT.-The first Subription ConA bill from my tailor--a scold from my wife

cert for the season took place in the Assembly Rooms last Tuesday. A riot in Ireland, a murder in France,

It was respectably, but not crowdedly attended, a good number haI take out my herb with a calm non-chalance,

ving been kept away by the intimation that none but subscribers could

be admitted. Of the instrumental music, the gem of the evening And, fragrantly whiffing, look grave as a czar

unquestionably was the Overture to “ Semiramis," upon which Ros'Tis a noble specific, a genuine cigar!

sini has exhausted all the richness and variety of his genius. It is full

of striking and beautiful movements, and, notwithstanding its length, Some live upon books, and some live upon beer, was'enthusiastically encored. We observe that some critics have at. Some with racing and gambling can run through the

el lacked this overture:- it may be scientifically defective in one or two

points, but it is full of genius, which, we regret to observe, the said cri. year,

tics do not appear to have found out. The three vocalists of this Some dote upon beauty, and would not resign

concert were, Miss Inverarity, Miss E. Paton, and Miss Louisa JarA fair woman's smile, or for gold or for wine;

man. Each of these young ladies sung two songs; but Miss InveraBut a queen might pass me in her glittering simar rity's “ Il braccio mio" was the only one which obtained an encore. Unregarded—if I had my tranquil cigar.

Miss Inverarity, who upon this occasion made only her second pub

lic appearance, has an amazingly powerful voice, which, under the To the doctor a patient gives highest delight,

superintendence of Mr Murray, she has evidently cultivated with no To the alderman turtle's an exquisite sight,

little assiduity. There is still, however, a considerable want of

sweetness and refinement in her style ;--if she can acquire these, we At tithe-time a fat bishop's joy is complete,

doubt whether she will have a rival in Edinburgh, Miss E. Paton A lady loves jewels, a client's a treat

always lady-like and pleasing. Her songs were “Fra tante angoTo the gentlemen flocking in crowds round the bar, scie." and " There's a tear." Miss Louisa Jarman is as yet new to Bat the purest of pleasures is in a cigar.

an Edinburgh andience; but from the two appearances which she has now made, we hesitate not to pronounce her a decided acquisition

to the musical world here. Her voice, though not of very great voIt brightens the genius, it softens the heart,

lume or power, is sweet and ciear, and her style chaste and elegant. It goes to the brain by a wonderful art,

In her « Una voce poco fa," on Tuesday evening, there was perhaps It makes you a poet in spite of yourself,

a little want of brilliancy: but the ballad of “ Alice Gray" was full It changes to china what erst was but delf,

of pathos and expression, almost reminding us of Miss Noel. You look at your candle and think it a star,

MUSIC-M. de Solomon, a musical professor at Paris, has just inYou lisp in soft numbers and bless your cigar! vented a little machine, by which, it is said, all instruments may be

H. G. B.

tuned without difficulty, even by the youngest musician. The mu. sical intelligence from Germany is wholly on the subject of Paganini,

the celebrated violin-player. The sums he is said to have accumuLITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

lated since his departure from Frankfort, that is, in the space of

three months, are enormous. He is reported to be fond of money UNIVERSAL MECHANISM, as consistent with the Creation of all

a pardonable weakness, when it is considered that the wealth he Things, with the appearances of Nature, and with the dictates of

amasses is for an only child, a boy of four years of age, to whom he Reason and Revelation, by G. M. Bell, Esq., is nearly ready for pub- is anxious to ensure an independence before his own health, already

precarious, is entirely broken. Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry, designed to illustrate REMARKABLE SPECIES OF PETTY LARCENY-THE ATLAS heir peculiar Modes of Thinking and Acting, will shortly be pub versus The LITERARY JOURNAL.- We were not a little amazed bed in Dublin.

to observe, under the notice “ To Correspondents" in last week's A new novel, entitled Forester, will appear immediately.

Atlas, the following paragraph :-"There has been, for some time The Pacha of Egypt, besides sending young men to Europe to pur past, a species of petty larceny carried on by our provincial contemde their studies, has commenced a newspaper at Boulaq, the port of

poraries, which we are surprised to find committed by a respectable Cairo, which is to be published twice a-week. It is entitled News paper, the Edinburgh Literary Journal. Our articles are weekly Bot, of the common folio form, fand in two columns, the one copied wholesale without acknowledgment. (!) As the Journal does Turkish, and the other Arabic.

not require aids of this kind, we hope it will have the courtesy, in fudronest the anomalies of the day, we observe a Treatise on Boxing ture, to give credit to the source from whence it derives its intellibished by Virtue.

gence. There must be some mistake here. We have no desire to Among the numerous volumes of Mémoires announced at Paris, quarrel with the Atlas ; but really the accusation contained in the e notice the continuation of Mémoires d'une Femme de Qualité, above passage is one of the coolest things we have seen for a long from the death of Louis the Eighteenth to 1829; the inedited Mé- while. With the exception of a single line or two of literary gossip. moires de Madame la Duchesse de Chateauroux; the inedited Mé which we take indiscriminately from the Court Journal, the Literary moires de Madame la Marquise de Pompadour; the Mémoires de Gazette, the Spectator, the Athenæum, and, it may be, the Atlas, and

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