friend, engaged to place the Fair Maid under the charge of the Duchess of Rothsay,and it was then that she fell into the hands of the Duke and Ramorny. Simon betook himself to the highlands, and it was represented to Henry that both had sought the protection of the young chieftain-this it was which so inflamed his rage against him. After the battle was over-Douglas offered to Henry the privileges of knighthood, which he declined, being really sick of such ruthless slaughter, and conscious that it would never lead to the approbation of Catherine. However, he was rewarded by the hand of his mistress, and the happiness of a numerous offspring. Thus ends the storyas stories should end, with the good fortune of those who have interested

us most.

EXTRACT FROM A POEM ON ST. MICHAEL'S MOUNT.

Have ye seen the queen of the western deep?
Know ye St. Michael's sea-girt steep?

Have ye gazed on her castle-crested brow?

Have ye looked from her rocks on the waves below?
Oh! if ye have not, ye have missed a sight,

Fair as Ocean holds in her realms of light :

Yes, fair as the Isles of the Eastern clime,

Tho' bright with the beams of the morn in her prime,
And graced with the legends, and relics of Time!
She is beautiful even in the daylight high,

When the waves are bright and blue as the sky
Around her base, and an emerald gem,

She seems set in a sapphire diadem;

She is beautiful, even, when the golden eve
Doth its brightest tints round her summits weave,
Or steals the sun-given hues away,

And wraps her brows in a veil of grey.

When twilight broods o'er the ocean wide,

And above shines palely the Galaxy's tide,

And the stars like the night's bright watch are set,
Or friends in heavenliest converse met,

Oh! still she is lovely,-oh! still her form
Darkly defined like the cloud in the storm,
Against the horizon's deepened blue,

Has majesty and beauty too!

But, oh! she is fairest in moonlight hours,

When her brow seems wreathed with silver flowers;
And the soft light floats like a mantle o'er
A robe of heaven from all earth's-soil pure;
And the gentle waves, like her children play
Around her feet, in the gladdening ray;-
Oh, then she is fairest !-Oh, then she seems
Fit haunt for Fancy's loveliest dreams!
Unchain'd from Earth, begirt with the deep,
Calm as the Heavens when tempests sleep;
She seems Imagination's land,

Or the resting place of some heavenly band.
Then may ye people her turrets high,
With the forms of beauty and chivalry;
Then may ye image the gleaming lance,
And the plumed helm in the moonlight dance;

And see the glittering form of the knight,
Clasp in farewell his lady bright;

Hear from behind the dark moss'd rock

The last soft words that young Love's lips broke,
And deem the fisher's distant bark

Is watched by an eye with tear-drops dark
And follow'd by the young heart's sigh,
Borne on the breezes mournfully;
Or lifting more the veil of time,
Behold upon the mountain's brow,
The proud arch Druid sit sublime,

And sweep his harp and hear the flow
Of music from its fountains come,
Freshly and sweetly through the gloom;
Now in those mingled songs

Of sorrow, and of wrath,

;

That mourn'd Icene's queen and daughters' wrongs,
And cursed the conqueror's path ;

And on the wings of prophecy,
Borne to the veil'd futurity,

Saw from its shadowy mount in vengeance hurl'd
Back to his SEVEN HILLS the King-bird of the world.
Now in that deeper lay,

That mourn'd their own decay,

There sacrifices quench'd, their altars overthrown;
Slow-solemn-melancholy

As when the theme is holy,

Yet hopeless, like first love, and to be breathed alone!
And now all faint and dying,

As the Druid's soul were flying

On the last breath away;

As if the pitying Heaven,

Its own kind hand had given,

And gently loosed the minstrel from his clay !

Forgeting yonder lofty towers,
And wealth's hereditary bowers,
Sweet Island of the West!
Oh! oft hath deem'd my weary spirit,
That thou wouldst be a lovely home,
The dearest place of rest

To one who did the Druid's art inherit,
And had no wish to roam !

What music would he make to thee,
Thy moss-grown rocks, and moaning sea.
Thy evenings beaming beauteously,
Around each rocky dome ;-

But oh, one heart must still be there,
To make thee all, all sweet and fair!
A minstrel's perfect home.

A heart, a heart like her's or his,
Then thou wouldst be an Isle of bliss.

S. E. II.

ON ANAGRAMS.

THERE are a great many proper names, which by a transposition of their letters, are susceptible of yielding words of curious significance; and most persons have pleasantly spent an idle hour in attempts of this kind. The results which are sometimes obtained are so singular and striking that some enthusiasts have sought to build religious truths on so slender a basis as the transposition of biblical words. For the entertainment of our readers, we shall select a few anagrams from Collets' "Relics of Literature."

The lady Eleanor Davies, wife of the poet, was the Cassandra of her age, and several of her predictions encouraged her to conceive she was a prophetess. As her prophecies were usually against the government of Charles I. she was brought into the high court of commission. She was not a little mad, and fancied the spirit of Daniel was in her from an imperfect anagram she formed from her name "Reveal O Daniel." She was cured of her fancy by the following happy transposition, Dame Eleanor Davies-never so mad a ladie!

Bonaparte was a fertile subject for Anagrams.
Napoleon Bonaparte--No: appear not at Elba.—
His military rival furnishes one not less appropriate;
Arthur Wellesley Duke of Wellington--

Let well foil'd Gaul secure thy renown.

That on the hero of the Nile was still better, and perhaps the happiest ever formed. Horatio Nelson-Honor est a Nilo.

The following are very amsing and appropriate

Revolution-Love to ruin.

Telegraph-Great help.

Catalogue-Got as a clue.

Charades-Hard case.

Lawyers-Sly ware.
Toast--a Sott,

The French, who are very fond of making anagrams, have discovered that La Sainte Alliance was nothing more than La Sainte Canaille. Charles James Stuart makes "Claims Arthur's Seat," which Calvin gravely asserted to show an "undoubted right to the Monarchy of Britain, as successor to the Valorous Arthur." James Stuart----also gives a just master. Randle Holmes, the author of a treatise on Heraldry, was complimented by an expressive anagram

Lo! men's herald,

Births, Marriages, and Deaths, Gerrans, Mrs. Martyn

The Cornish Magazine.

JULY 1st, 1828.

PROPOSED REFORMATION OF THE LAWS OF ENGLAND.

THE great improvements which Mr. Peel has recently effected in our Crim→ inal code seem to have awakened, throughout the nation, an ardent desire for the general amelioration of the Laws of England. To the consideration of a subject so important and so interesting, the present paper will be devoted. It is a popular, but mistaken notion, that a folio volume, of the ordinary size, is sufficient to contain all the laws necessary for this kingdom. It shall be my object in this article,-first, to shew the flacy of this notion-and then, to offer a few suggestions on the reformation of our Laws.

There can be no question, but that the obliteration of all superfluous words, and the cancelling of all impolitic laws, would effect a considerable reduction in the volume of the present British code. In the Statute Law, particularly, the redundancy of expression is so great, that its reformation in this respect alone, would diminish its gigantic bulk by several thousands of pages-and if it were reformed also in other respecís, so that whatever did not conduce to the national welfare, should be repealed, it may safely be asserted that, notwithstanding Mr. Peel's recent curtailments, more than one half of what remains in the Statute book, might be advantageously expunged. In the Common Law, likewise, much revision is required-volume upon volume has been written, hundreds upon hundreds of dissimilar cases have been decided, and consequently as many laws have been established, on certain impolitic customs existing in this kingdom, (such as entails, &c.) which ought never to have been sauctioned, by parliament, or permitted by the laws of the land :—abolish these customs, and the vast fabric of legal ingenuity and labour which has been erected on them, will be leveled with the ground.

But while so much of our present code might be thus advantageously expunged, we require, for our government, laws still more numerous than those to which we are now subject. This is an assertion, however, that will require some illustration, and for that purpose it will be necessary to institute a comparison between barbarous nations and civilized communities, or between those who inhabited this Island eight or ten centuries ago, and those who inhabit it at the present day. In those remote ages, the inhabitants consisted chiefly of a very small portion of Lords or owners of land, and a very large portion of villeins or slaves; those slaves were not suffered to enjoy any property-all they possessed was the property of their Lords, who were suffered to treat them in any manner they pleased, provided they did not kill or maim them. Each Lord with his villeins, subsisted on the produce of his own lands, which seldom yielded more than a sufficiency for that purpose and the purposes of hospitality; all the personal or moveable property which existed, was very little beyond the bare necessaries of life-consequently, no commerce prevailed, and as the Lords lived at great distances from one another, very little communication of any kind was kept up between them, except in times of war or other pressing emergency. Now, in such societies as this, the only laws which can be consitlered as necessary, are a

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