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I shark, is I believe still alive, residing in Cork, and that | Admiral Sir D. M., I think, was on the station at the

The Last of the Plantagenets ; an Historical Narrative, time, in cornmand of the La Seine trigate, and that he may illustrating some of the Public Events, and Domestic and bare seen the jaws of the shark, which were preserved, and Ecclesiastical Manners, of the Fifteenth and Sixteenth pat op at the Admiral's penn, with the circumstances nar Centuries. Second Edition. London, Smith, Elder, rated.

and Co. 1829. 8vo. Pp. 408. *I avail myself of this opportunity of mentioning anmther instance of voracity of the shark, which came under Tuis is a work addressing itself fully more to the lover by own observation in 1814, when in command of the ship of antiquarian research than the mere hunter after exciteLiry and Maria, engaged loy the Hon. East India Com

ment. The story advances with a tranquil and leisurely any to convey luis Majesty's 720 regiment from Calcutta |

pace-delighting to linger upon minute portraits of the to the Cape of Good Ilope. On the passage, during a a'm, one of the privates was sitting in a port of the lower

firesides of Old England, its solemn festivals of church 20-deck, eating peas.soup out of an English quart tin and state, the gorgeous panoply and daring deeds of its pat; and, by carelessness, let the pot, with a portion of the warriors. It is not meant for the perusal of such as are

up, fall from his hand overboard; almost immediately after excited only by strong passion and marvellous incident. on it was intimated to me a large shark was caught by the And yet there is an interest in the tale of no common order. beok; a rope was got over his body, and he was hauled on

The story is of a son of Richard III. who, educated in drck. As he was considered a very large one, most of the officers (sixteen in number) of the regiment, with myself,

the retirement of a monastery, was brought to his father's attended to examine the contents of the stomach, and, to

tent the night before the battle of Bosworth-field. Had cer surprise, the tin pot entire, which the man had dropt

the fortune of the fight been good, he was to have been merboard, was taken from the shark. Major-General acknowledged the heir of the kingdom ; but all his proMonekton, who commanded the regiment, was present; spects were stricken down with the king his father. The Captain Moses Campbell, now on the retired list, and

yonng Plantagenet was found on the field, senseless, but Lrat. Gowan, on the recruiting-service, at present at Glas

still alive, by a Jew, who carried him to his home, with Por, were likewise witnesses to the circumstance.

an intention of glutting his vengeance by the slaughter of * I have to remark, on this event, from the greasy appearance of the tin pot by soup being in it, the shark must

| a child of his persecutors, but was brought to better are taken it for animal substance, (beef or pork,) as pork thoughts by the interposition of his wife. Richard Planwas boiled in the soup. I met Captain Moses Campbell in tagenet abode with this couple till he was discovered the Highlands last summer, when he brought to iny recol- weeping at his father's grave by an old servant of that

tion the tin pot and shark story, adding, he had narrated monarch. He was doomed to be scared from this retreat the circumstance, but was afraid it was often doubted."

likewise by the wakeful care of Henry, who suminoned P.SS17.

bis new guardian to court, on suspicion that some inWe consider parents as lying under an obligation to Mr trigues were carrying on among the Yorkists. He was Iones, for putting in their way so useful and handsome a then transferred to the charge of his father's king-at-arms, rolume at tbis present-giving season of the year.

who lived in retirement, exercising the profession of an illuminator of missals. On the rising of the friends of the

house of York under Perkin Warbeck, he was intrusted Sacred History, in the Form of Letters, addressed to the to the care of Lord Lovel, one of their leaders. The party

Pupils of the Edinburgh Sessional School. By the were routed before he could join them. After undergoAuthor of the Account of that Institution, &c. Parting various adventures, he escaped into France, where he 1. Comprising the Period from the Creation to the took military service, and passed afterwards into the Death of Moses. Edinburgh. John Wardlaw. 12mo. ! troops of Burgundy, where he won the notice and favour Pp. 231.

of the Duchess. She nominated him on her death-bed her

messenger to carry some bequests to her relations in EngTas well-known talents of Mr Wood, as an instructor land. While engaged in discharging this mission, he saw of routb, cannot fail to secure the success of any educa- and loved his fair cousin, the youngest daughter of Edm tional work which emapates from him. In the task ward IV. His unguarded pursuit of her exposed him to which he has now undertaken, we think he has made a discovery ; be fell into the hands of Henry, who doomed must happy selection of a subject, and is likely to produce him to perpetual imprisonment. He escaped, and sailed, a book which will ultimately be found on the shelves of as England could afford him no shelter, on a voyage of Gery youthful library, beside the “ Tales of a Grandfa- discovery ; on his return from which, he retired, induced: ber.*' “ Notwithstanding the vast number of · Libra- by the eloquent sermon of a monk, into a monastery. He ring!" sars Mr Wood," with wbich the present age was called, in the discharge of his ecclesiastical duties, to zhounds, a Sunday Library for Youth' seems still to administer the last consolations of religion to the head of le a desideratum. There is, indeed, no lack of books, a religious house, in whom he discovered the beloved of for of religious books, that bave been written expressly his youth, and received from her dying words the first for the young ; but many of these, including a very large impressions of the reformed faith. On the destruction Toportion of religious Tales or Romances, the judicious of the religious houses by Henry VIII., he supported

rent and guardian feel themselves under the necessity himself by his skill as an architect, until discovered by et rejecting. If the present humble attempt shall be Sir Thomas Moyle, whose benevolence enabled him to sore successful in this quarter, it will be indebted for spend his old age in repose. In the retirement thus afhat success to the deeply interesting nature of its sub forded hiin he composed his history, for the amusement port. It is not, however, to the subject alone, that Mr and edification of the family of his benefactor. and will be indebted for his success. He will owe it

1 Many of the characters introduced are drawn with 41]l raore to the beautifully simple and lucid manner in great truth and felicity; in particular, the gentle ladywhich he has brought before the youthful mind the events bride, the stout King Richard, the vacillating De Mount

Sacred History. Mr Wood's style is clear, manly, ford, the fierce and dissolute Bernard Schalken. There Orpesire, solemn, and unmethodistical. There is no is also much graphic power in the narrative of some of awkish whiping in his book, but a great deal of good the incidents. We could have wished that the author vise, valuable information, and sound religion. We sin- had omitted the few antiquated words with which he grely wish it the most extensive circulation possible, to has occasionally interspersed his pages, as they only conthe utter exclusion and oblivion of that baleful quantity trast disagreeably with the otherwise entirely modern si maudlin trash so frequently introduced into religious structure of his sentences.

tries with good intentions, but calculated only to produce the most ennasculating effects on the intellect of man, Roman, and child.

A Practical Formulary of the Parisian Hospitals. erhia / ving sung of the Nativity in a strain which the most

osterpause biting the Prescriptions employed by the Physicians and

mdthodox high-churchman (Laud himself, or, higher Surgeons of those Establishments, fc. &c. By F. S.

his amiable historian, John Parker Lawson,) might er Ratier, M.D. Translated from the Third Edition of Jesting apart, however, Milton's Ode “ on the Most

padi the French, with Notes and Mustrations. By R.D. | ing of Christ's Nativity," and some other of his mi M'Lellan, M.D. Edinburgh. R. Buchanan. 1830.

pieces, composed about the same period, are worthymia domu 12mo. Pp. 280.

more attention than has hitherto been paid to them, 1

affording an interesting picture of the earliest attempt The younger part of the medical profession in this his mighty mind to embody its workings in disti country are indebted to Dr M‘Lellan for putting into imagery, and clothe them in words_a process not z.elmath their hands a carefully executed translation of this very aptly shadowed out under the picture he afterwards dons prest." useful and practical work, exhibiting a correct view of of the lion at the moment of his creation,

*ឬ រស់រាន the state of medical practice in Paris. The volume is also calculated to make the youthful members of the pro

“now half appear'd

arch Anfal fession acquainted with many new modes of combining

The tawny lion, pawing to get free

den their way and applying remedies, and with the results to which

His hinder parts.”

! sa porn! these modes have in general led. To those students who have the prospect of attending the medical schools of Paris

We find, in these earlier productions of Milton, of Vi we would especially recommend the work; for they will

same felicity and copiousness of classical allusion that me. The find the information it affords regarding the hospitals and

companied him to the last; only it is not here husbaner barnas, clinical courses of the greatest utility. Dr M‘Lellan has

| and skilfully applied, but poured out with the profuse, that thrill added a considerable number of Notes of his own, which

of one who has far more than he can tell how to make in r indicate an extensive and highly creditable acquaintance

use of. The majestic phantoms of old times crowd and cor de la with his profession.

upon his fancy, that he can scarcely name the first, bet tretetplati a second has already stepped into its place. He runs o en wbi

a catalogue of their names, as if every reader could, fra sateed ch Stories of Popular Voyages and Travels, with Nlustra- his own stores, hang clusters of associations around thead our land

tions. Travels in Turkey. London, Hurst, Chance, as full and rich as his own. We can often trace in th bla foish and Co. 1830. Pp. 279.

anticipations of sublimity, to the full conception of whichitra

his mind was not yet adequate, giving to his verses a cessar breytingar We had occasion, some time ago, to speak very favour

strained and laboured character. Thusably of a previous volume of this work, containing Stories

rebon taken from Popular Travels in South America. We can “ My sorrows are too dark for day to know :

fst him. speak equally well of that now before us. It confines itself The leaves should all be black whereon I write, ser feines to the consideration of European Turkey, and contains, And letters, where my tears have wash'd, a wann, seks, in among many other things, a sketch of the History and


what, than in Geography of the Empire, together with an account of

hana. His w the Manners and Customs of the Inhabitants of Constan

Even his language and versification is not what it aftewwa daevical tinople, with a description of that interesting City. The | wards became. In the poems of which we are now spea sunt in hi whole is founded upon the narratives of Macfarlane,

| ing, he approaches more nearly than he subsequently Canetecher E Madden, Walsh, Frankland, Andreossy, and other recent

to the poets of the Elizabethan age. There is sometimes its tot travellers. The work is very handsomely printed, and

| a forced elevation of verse, contrasting strongly with a fi maista faci embellished with several fine illustrations.

verty of language, that reminds us of Marlow. The road in hotellit lody of the following passage in the Ode on “ The Pa zathi

sion,” is Spenser all over : The Edinburgh Memorandum-Book ; or General, Com “ For now to sorrow must I tune my song, mercial, and Juridical Remembrancer and Scottish Diary And set my harp to notes of saddest woe, for 1830. Edinburgh. John Anderson, jun.; and Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long, William Hunter. 12mo. Pp. 156.

Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse than se debts. This is as good a work of the kind as could be wished.

Which he for us did freely undergo. The lists are full and satisfactory, and the whole is got up He resembles these old poets, too, in the startling uncoi with much neatness, and all due attention to the conve cern with which he passes from the loftiest to the mo nience of the reader.

commonplace language and imagery. Thus


“ With such a horrid clang, MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE.

As on Mount Sinai rang,

While the red fire and smouldering clouds outbrak " Odd i'e

The aged eartb aghast,

With horror of the blast,
If there is any favour of Providence for which a man

Shall from the surface to the centre shake ; ought to be supremely thankful, it is for being born in

When, at the world's last session, the winter time. Encountering storms and snow from

The dreadful Judge, in middle air, shall spread hi and to kee our birth, is like plunging into a cold bath the moment

throne." we get out of bed-it braces us for all that is to come. | And again Fate owed some such strengthening medicine to Milton, “ That glorious form, that light insufferable, for the darkness and evil tongues which were to come And that far beaming blaze of majesty, down on his latter days. Accordingly, we find that he | Wherewith he wont at Heaven's high council-table beland was born on the 21st of December, (the 9th O. S.)-as To sit,” &c. &c. wintry a time as a reasonable man could well desire. It must have been some of those undefinable sympathies,

Yet even in these poems, he bursts occasionally into tha "ted in the car which so often direct the thoughts and actions of men,

lofty and sustained harmony of versification which he af. Sparted, this some yearning after that kind of weather to which he

terwards carried to such perfection. Thus the opening Deatest fire was first inured, that led him to dwell so often upon win

of the Ode on the Nativityter landscapes-dull, cheerless things, from which the “ This is the month, and this the happy morn, herd of mankind turn away shivering. And nothing | Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, short of such a link can account for the stern puritan ha- 1 of wedded maid and virgin mother born," &c.

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pel Occasionally, too, we find passages, which, for deep-felt liar an intercourse, he had become exceedingly like one se and delicate beauty, are not surpassed in any of his works. of themselves. His dress was that of a jockey, and of this kind is the beautiful image of Peace

his language that of a stable-boy. If at any time he “ She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding

was compelled to listen to state matters, he invariably Down through the burning sphere,

interrupted his ministers with a “ Brr, brr,” or, “ Come With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing."

up, my little man," or some such elegant phrase. The

courtiers under this king were exactly what they are The effect of the divine afflatus on the priest at Delphos everywhere else--the imitators of their superiors; and is likewise finely conceived

the halls of the palace resounded, therefore, with the “ No mighty trance, or breathed spell,

noise of their heavy boots and clanking spurs. Even the Inspired the pale-eyed priest."

most gallant among the young nobles, in place of chapeaux

bras, carried long whips in their hands, which they crackAnd the attitude of kings awaiting Christ's advent

ed in the ladies' ears, instead of whispering soft nothings “ The kings sat still with awful eye,

into them. Rude and unpolished as they were, they never As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.',

condescended to speak, as people of cultivated minds al.

ways do, of plays, balls, love, dress, and such important What seems to us most peculiarly striking in these

matters; but, from morning to evening, their horses af. poems, and most prophetic of Milton's future character, forded an unchanging theme. is their unimpassioned tone. The only things that seem It is said that courts are the paradise of women, but to excite him are beauty, harmony, and moral enthusiasın.

this certainly was not the case in the court to which we We can trace nowhere, that thrilling of the nerves and I allude. The ladies enjoyed neither flattery nor amuserush of blood which makes, in most men, the time of | ments of any kind ; and the poor queen, in particular, life he had then attained, one delicious dream of passion. I and her two beautiful daughters, were really to be pitied.

Turning from the contemplation of these untimely | They had nothing better to do than to yawn away their blossoms, to the works upon which Milton's fame rests, I time in their vilded chambers, or to sit at the windows, we are struck with the isolated character of his genius. and fret themselves to death at the eternal exercising the He stands in the line of our land's poets, among them, king held of his beloved quadrupeds right in front of the but not of them. His bigh finish has nothing in com palace. At length they represented the irksomeness of non vith the gorgeous rusticity of his predecessors, and

their case to the monarch, in terms so touching, that at As little sympathy is there between his rapt and lofty / their united and earnest entreaties. he consented to give musings, and the strong common sense and courtly polish

a ball, fixing, of course, upon one of the days usually set of tbe wits who came after him. There is nothing na

apart for the bleeding and doctoring of the horses. tional in his thoughts or feelings. He is more at home,

The night of the ball came, but what was the surprise of and finds more kindred souls, in Athens, Rome, and on

the ladies, who were all assembled in full dress, to see the the mountains of Judab, than in merry England. His

courtiers enter the ball-room-not in dancing shoes and very language is foreign. His words are half Latin

gold-clocked silk stockings, as they ought—but in their combis constructions have a classical denseness and compact

| mon riding apparel. His Majesty, however, occasioned ness. There is a harmony in his blank verse, that we thein still greater surprise, when he declared, in the most would seek in vain in any other English poet. His poetry

| condescending manner, that, booted and spurred as he was, has no hunan passion. Its tone is calm and equable. he intended to open the ball with a dance entirely of his own There is in it an exquisite feeling of the beauties of na- invention. The reader already anticipates, that the royal ture and art-a relish for barmony-a love of all that is breaker of horses could not have invented any other dance good-a power of sympathising with all that is great,

but the Galopade, now so much renowned. His Majesty but there is little or no sympathy with individual man. | led out the lady highest in rank, and, arranging the other The perusal of Milton is like the performance of an act

couples in a large ring, he seized his partner round the of devotion. The world, its cares and joys, grow dim ;waist, and then bounded forward with his astonished fair we feel our minds expanded, and a sublime harmony dif one in a wild and thundering gallop round the circle. foed through all our thoughts. We are no longer at the The rest followed this obstreperous pair in the same manmerry of every chance emotion, but are become images of ner, his Majesty directing with his whip the movements the sustained and majestic progress of the universe.

of the bipeds, who were making themselves as like quadrupeds as possible. A few matronly ladies, and some

elderly barons, who were not quite rapid enough in their THE TRUE ORIGIN OF THE GALOPADE."

motions to please this extraordinary director of the cereTranslated from the German of Langbein, by one of the

monies, were honoured with some pretty sharp hints from Authoresses of the Odd Volume,“ Tales and Le

his rod of correction. His Majesty was in high spirits, gends," ge.

springing forward at an amazing rate -- jumping, whirl

ing, and tossing his partner from his right to his left arm, A few leaves of the Chronicles of a country, the situa- from his left to his right, till the dance became so wild, tion of which I do not choose to mention, and the name so hot, so hurried, that the ladies, with robes, petticoats, of which I am determined to keep secret, have fortunately laces, and flounces torn to pieces by the spurs of the actallen into my hands. The Chronicle contains the pri- complished cavaliers, sank breathless and exhausted upon rate memoirs of one of its kings, who, it appears, was chairs and sofas. passionately fond of horses, and of every thing connected Such were the circumstances attending the first night's rith them. Nearly the half of his revenues was lavished performance of a dance, whose fame has now spread far Spon the royal stud, which consisted of several hundred and wide, and in which the young and the lovely of the table steeds. They fed from marble mangers, and drank land engage with keener delight than they ever glided hat of silver buckets; and every thing relating to the through the quadrille, or died away in the waltz. Who Banage was conducted in the same style of magnificence. shall deny, that the nameless king of this unmentioned

As was to be expected, this intellectual, high-minded country is more deserving of immortality, than many prince, spent the greatest part of his time among his whose sayings and doings have been more frequently in war-legged favourites; and, by so constant and faini- the lips of mankind ?

It may not be generally known to our country readers, that the wilopade is now the only dance much patronised in the fashionable waits of the metropolis,



faithful wife, the gentle expressive countenance of an inte pour que A LETTER FROM DUBLIN.

fectionate mother, the joyous sympathy of an unmaris al dil Dublin, 220 Dec. 1829.

uncle,-place us where a sight like this is to be seen, isted 001

we envy not a seat upon the bench, the woolsack, or the The first term of the rear (as we always call the one throne. The play is over, and we have no doubt a v atn which closes it in Ireland) is generally a dull one, and excellent play too, though we cannot exactly take upor this year it has been particularly so. Except the blow-up

to say whether it was “ Hamlet” or “ The Jealous Wil - (pard between the great counsellor and his friend Pierse Ma- The play is over, and the people have stood up in the chal hony, which has now come before the world in the news. and put on their hats, and chatted, and looked route papers, there has been little of public interest astir in the | And now the fiddlers, who have been away fully lon". hall of the Four Courts. The Royal Irish Academy than the gentlemen in the upper gallery thought altoget: meets as usual, to ballot for new members, and pass the proper, have come back again. and Mr Pindar. after le

of be prett accompts. The Dublin Society is in full correspondence ing over bis music-stand to say something exceedin with Lord Leveson Gower, who wants to withdraw or humorous to Mr Platt, which makes Mr Platt laugh diminish the Government grant; make them charge for evident delight, draws his bow across the bridge of my their lectures, which have hitherto heen free to the pub- violin, and makes a sbrill squeaking noise, which is in lic; alter the mode of admitting the members; and, in tated by the whole orchestra, until, harmony being short, remodel the whole institution. Nothing final, inow- tained, they strike up one of the spirit-stirring ever, nas yet been determinert on. The Society has just Scotland, and a thousand heads, hearts, hands, and few: * {1 granted their gold medal to Mr Hogan, a Cork artist, beat time to the strain. The pit sits downı, the galler ia who is now exhibiting here a magnificent statue of a dead sit down, the boxes sit down. But expectation is on tavand, Christ, which he has recently executed at Rome. The toe. Hark! the bell rings! Un goes the curtain ! W the resolution entered into last Thursday by the committee of for “ The Twelfth Cake, or Ilarlequin Rainbow !” Wrópa Fine Arts was, that, “ Having viewed Mr Hogan's statue we declare, there they all are in the back parlour of NCH of the Redeemer after Death, together with a plaster cast Chocolate, the celebrated London grocer! Did you er tout of a Fawn, from a model executed by him at Rome, we see a merrier party assembled on a Christmas night? M e xal are upanimously of opinion, that in both these works Mr | Rose, to be sure, seems a little afraid of the very poliicht not Hogan has displayed a union of rare and high talent, attentions of Mr Alderman Guttlewell, who certainly be stowni fully meriting the distinction proposed to be conferred on a head big enough to swallow Rose at one gulp ; but t niearch him." This is, I believe, only the second gold medal young sailor, Harry Spritsail, soon comes to her assister and b granted by the Society since its foundation. The former ance, and one may see with half an eye how the wir t h one was to Sir Charles Giesecke, their own professor of blows. Well, did you ever witness such a game at romp Ionelul mineralogy. The figure, which is recumbent, and of the Nobody could say where it would have ended, but when itibe size of life, is really admirable for so young an artist, and in the twinkling of an eye, down tumbles one of the wa bebe affords great promise of future excellence.

of Mr Chocolate's back parlour, and in walks, from h betrit Our Diorama has expired, and is to be succeeded by a magic chariot among the clouds, Iris, the Goddess of that havent Minor Theatre, for which Mr Jones, the former patentee Rainbow. She is in a thundering passion ; and, in onzlariegated of the Theatre in Crow Street, obtained permission from moment, our worthy friend, Mr Chocolate, is changes noch the last Lord-Lieutenant; and then finding, as I under from a celebrated London grocer into Pantaloon ; and, in speciale stand, that he was unable to establish such a thing re- | like time, the polite Alderman Guttlewell is metamo s e spectably himself, sold his privilege to a showman of the phosed into Clown, Rose into Columbine, and Hare ben name of Scott, who promises great doings. At the Spritsail into Harlequin. Iris takes ber departure, at van Theatre-Royal, Auber's opera of Masaniello has had a off the merry quartett go on their perpetual race of fua ke se in great run, and Braham bas been in excellent voice. He and frolic. It is now that the interest becomes intens takes his benefit and farewell to-morrow night. Fanny and that the eyes of all the little rosy boys and girse en Ayton, it is said, is come.

sparkle like diamonds, and their clear laughter rings Some of the booksellers of Dublin have had a meeting among all the crystals of the chandeliers. But the tricks to establish a trade company similar to that of London, that follow,the “ quips, and pranks, and wanton wiles, en for publishing reprints of standard works, &c. They have what uninspired pen shall essay to describe? By Joves de eaten one dinner on the strength of it already, and have there is actually Duddingston Loch, or some place ver referred to a committee to examine and report what fur-like it, and there are several members of the Skatin ther should be done. The University press is at length Club gliding away upon skates, in a manner that would d actively engaged in putting forth a complete edition of honour to Messrs Cockburn, Torry, and Simpson ;-boy Archbishop Usher's works, under the inspection and re- sliding, too! just as we ourselves used to do on the Noi vision of Dr Elrington, son of the Bishop of Ferns, and Loch some fifty years ago, and tripping each other in glo 'NAL King's Professor of Divinity in Dublin. The only local rious style, and flinging snow-balls, and then quarrelling,literary news of much interest at present is the commence a regular fight “across the bonnets ;"--but, good leaven , ment of a new Literary Gazette, pretty much on the Mr Paul Pry has fallen in; see! there is his head abore thi. " same plan as that of your Literary Journal, being devoted ice--now, plump! be disappears altogether. For mercy: les Gre to literature, the fine arts, and local and personal sketches. sake, bring ropes and a ladder! The Clown goes to the edge There is much show of vigour and originality in the no- of the hole, when, lo! up rises Mr Paul Pry's ghost, ale tices of its appearance which have already been made least ten feet tall! Never mind! the Clown is a bold man public, and there is a sort of patriotic feeling enlisted in he ties a cracker to the tail of the ghost's coat, and blow: its behalf, as a really powerful effort to raise Dublin and the gigantic phantom (into the air! Presto! Pass !-tbolista Ireland from the very low position which they occupy at wintry landscape disappears, and behold! a lovely sum. like, bu present as a literary place and nation.

mer garden, with flowers of all hues and odours; and to there come that happy pair, Harlequin and Columbine,

with hearts too light and gay for any movement but that a day THE DRAMA.

of the dance-0! that we had been born a Harlequin ! a las con

Yet, that funny fellow, the Clown, has a part of our envy The highest happiness to be enjoyed on earth consists too. See! he has got into a haunted kitchen, the most adidas in seeing a Christmas Pantomime. Place us in any box suspicious and mysterious-looking place we ever bebeld.lone not farther off than the fourth from the stage, surround Only look at that huge Tom-cat sitting by the side of us with a whole bevy of merry juvenile faces, and among the fire, with his great red eyes and long black tail, it ha these plant, at proper intervals, the graceful figure of a which he whisks about so fearfully! Hark' the clock ma

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Lighter than shadows on the wa'!
Man's car can catch nae sound ava,

E'en though you watch him, Turn but your back, the cheild's awa',

And wha can catch him ?

The throwgaun carle ne'er looks behind him-
Nae tether has been found to bind him-
The fleetest sleuth-hund canna wind him,

He's sic a rinner;
And man--gear-gathering man !-- will find him

At last the winner!

At times, it's true, he slacks the rein,
Claps on the drag-disease and pain-
Then slowly, as a wechtie wain,

He seems to pass us ;
Let health return-crack! crack! Again,

Awa he dashes!

strikes thirteen! The Clown proceeds to cast seven pancakes, and at the finishing of every pancake, rattle the pots and pans, fly about in all directions the tin dishes, eater the ghosts of murdered cows, sheep, hens, geese, aod turkeys, pass through the air the wild forms of skeleton cats in pursuit of spectral mice, and horror accumulates on horror! Let us escape, or we shall die of fright!--Ha! here is a “ Grand moving Panorama, representing the voyage of bis Majesty King George the Foarth from London to Edinburgh.” We'll pay our shilling, and go in to see it. Upon our honour, Mr Hillyard, you, Mr Meldrum, and your numerous assistunts, have got up one of the prettiest panoramas we ever ust our eyes on. The whole scene passes before us like magic. There go the hearts of oak sailing down the Thames, past Greenwich, and away round the Nore Light, just as the sun sets gloriously. Then rises the xilvery moon, and the Royal squadron proudly paws the waves as it glides along the coast of merry England. The morning dawns at Fast Castle, and away we scud past Barborough Head, Holy Island, the Bass, and Tantallon. Huzza! we are steering up the Forth, and now we are in Leith Roads! In please your Majesty, yonder is Arthur Seat, and the Calton Hill, and the Castle, and you may already hear the shouts of all Scotland coming to you in thunder from her exulting shores! Well done, Ur Hillyard !--we thought not to have lived that hour over again, but you have shown us the imperial pageant ence more.-Heaven and earth! how is this? But now we were in Auld Reekie, and behold! we are all at once barried away to the most “ Gloomieferous Cavern of the Blue Devils.” Immortal members of the Six Feet Club! Look at these two blue devils! Were you aware that devils are, at least, the height of Melville's Monument ? There are not fellows to be trifled with in a steeple-chase! They disappear, and the Cavern of Gloom is in an instant converted into the “ Variegated and Radiated Temple of Iris!" When did so much glory ever burst upon the soul? And here, in this palace of delight, Harlequin and Columbine are united for ever ; and the curtain falls, and me go hoine, with the hearts of our children and grandebildren beating within us and around us; and our dreams, like theirs, for one long blessed night are full of paradise and joy!

- God help thee, Ou Cerberus! is this a style for a Critie like thee to write in?" We know not; we only tbank our stars that some of the feelings of boyhood are still lingering about us, like the last rays of evening upon the far-off symrait of some huge, grey, and rugged moun.

Ae simmer day, 'mang meadow grass,
As I sat gamfin wi' my lass,
At e'en, I saw the grey-beard pass ;

I kend his auld pate
He leer'd, and pointed to his glass,

And shook his bald pate!

Was ne'er sic pryin, pawkie thief; Nae hidling hole frae him is prief; He steals in by-I say't wi' grief

Through door an' drapery, And eats, without my grannie's leif,

Her weel-hain'd naipery !

His ample scythe maws a' thing down
Sometimes a king-sometimes a clown;
Sometimes a tower --sometimes a town;

Yea! frae its station
He hurls into the abyss profoun'

Some thrawart nation !

What can resist his pond'rous jaw,
His teeth sharp as a tiger's claw !
Kirks, pyramids, he crumbles sina',

And ere he blin'
He crams them in his menseless maw,

Withouten din!

Old Cerberus.

But hark !-deep-toned, methinks I hear
(While thoughtless mortals loudly cheer)
Time's warnin' voice sound in my ear-

“ Let me remind you,
For guid or ill, another year

Is left behind you !" Edinburgh, 1st Jan. 1830.


TIME. By Captain Charles Gray, Royal Marine Forces,

« Tak tyre in tyme, ere tyme be tint, For tyme will not remaine."

Alex. Montgomerie.

Waex first this warl' was set a-spinnin',
Time, ostrich-like, begoud his rinnin';
His scythe was gleg-his glass beginnin'

To shed its sand,
Ere Eve or Adam yet knew sinnin',

Or brak command.


By Alexander M Laggan.

O! a good New-Year,

A happy New Year,
To every honest true ane!

To the lass we loe,

The friend we trow,
May joy come wi' the new ano !
I'll sing ye nought of

Of angry Whig or Tory;

A spankin chiel was he, I trow;
A tuft o' hair hung owre his brow ;
Ere lang, the wavin' wimpler grew

A decent hoarlock,
And wise the man that strove to pu'

Hion by the forelock......

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