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at this time of the year, much deserted: however, we sha'n't feel it quite a solitude; and, at all events, public buildings, &c. do not go to watering-places, so that still something will be visible. In this re gion the winter is always mild; but the rain is almost perpetual, and still worse as you advance to the north. An Englishman said to an Highlander, "Bless me, sir, does it rain for ever?" The other answered, "Oh! nay, sir, it snaws whiles."
See what a chronicle I have written, &c. &c.,
The preceding is not the only record that Mr. Curran has left of his admiration of Scotland. defence of Mr. Hamilton Rowan contains a short but glowing eulogium upon the genius of that country, for whose splendid services in the cause of the human mind no praises can be too great. After speaking of the excessive terror of French principles, by which juries were governed in their verdicts, he proceeded:" There is a sort of aspiring and adventurous credulity, which disdains assenting to obvious truths, and delights in catching at the improbability of circumstances, as its best ground of faith. To what other circumstance can you ascribe, that, in the wise, the reflecting, and the philosophie nation of Great Britain, a printer has been gravely found guilty of a libel, for publishing those resolutions to which the present minister of that kingdom had actually subscribed his name? To what other
cause can you ascribe what, in my mind, is still. more astonishing;-in such a country as Scotlanda nation cast in the happy medium between the spiritless acquiescence of submissive poverty, and the sturdy credulity of pampered wealth-cool and ardent adventurous and persevering-winging her eagle flight against the blaze of every science, with an eye that never winks, and a wing that never tires-crowned as she is with the spoils of every art, and decked with the wreath of every muse, from the deep and scrutinizing researches of her Hume, to the sweet and simple, but not less sublime and pathetic, morality of her Burns-how from the bosom of a country like that, genius, and character, and talents, should be banished to a distant barbarous soil, condemned to pine under the horrid communion of vulgar vice and base-born profligacy, for twice the period that ordinary calculation gives to the continuance of human life ?"
LIFE OF J. P. CURRAN
REMORSE UNASSUAGED IN THE CONTEMPLATION OF LANDSCAPE-BEAUTY.
It was the night-and Lara's glassy stream
Mr. Curran alludes to the sentence of Mr. Muir, Palmer, &c. who had been transported for sedition.
So calm, the waters scarcely seem to stray,
These deck the shore; the waves their channel
In windings bright and mazy like the snake. að All was so still, so soft in earth and air,
You scarce would start to meet a spirit there;
Secure that nought of evil could delight
So Lara deemed, nor longer there he stood,
THE crowd are gone, the revellers at rest;
Where weakness, strength, vice, virtue, sunk supine,
Alike in naked helplessness recline :
Glad for awhile to heave unconscious breath,
NIGHT wanes the vapours round the mountains
Melt into morn, and Light awakes the world.
Man has another day to swell the past,
RETENTION OF IDEAS.
THE next faculty of the mind, whereby it makes a farther progress towards knowledge, is that which I call retention, or the keeping of those simple ideas which from sensation or reflection it hath received. This is done two ways; first, by keeping the idea, which is brought into it, for some time actually in view; which is called contemplation. The other way of retention, is the power to revive again in our