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Embarks for home, and that loved land

Rich with her breath's sweet breeze,

And at her castle's silent gate,

The pilgrim knocks in fear; 'Twas open'd; and a voice like fate

Came dreadful on his ear; « She whom you seek is now Heaven's bride,

In Cloister's still abode;
'Twas yesterday the bond was tied,

That spoused her to her God.”
Ah! now he leaves, full sad and sore,

His halls, built fair and high;
His arms, his true steed, never more

Rejoice that warrior's eye.
From Toggenburg, his sire's domain,

He to the vale comes down,
Enwrapt and hid from fellows' ken,

By hairy hood and gown.

And there a little hut he rears,

Near to the linden-grove, Where holy in the midst appears

The Cloister of his love: All day, from morning's earliest beam,

Till evening chill and late, Still fondling Hope's delirious dream,

There, there alone he sate.

it is far too long, rambling, and excursory; the digressions (as that of the burning of the industrious burgh. er's house) bearing no imaginable relation whatever to the theme of the poem. He has written no less than eight Ballads; at least, he has inscribed them so ; but they are rather Tales, or petty romances in verse. He engaged in that sort of writing, not from any spontaneous impulse of mind, but from a concerted competition with Goethe, and very probably incited by the jealousy of Burger's reputation, which he very harshly and inju. diciously attacked, at a time when the latter writer was suffering under the complicated pangs of mental and bodily anguish. Neither he, however, nor the universal Goethe himself, has any thing to boast of in that department, equal to the masterpieces of Burger, which may fairly bid defiance to them both, and do entitle him to rank first in that quaint species of composition. Of the Ballads of Schiller, Riotter Toggenburg is the best, as it approaches nearest to the strength and simplicity of the ballad style; but there is also much poetical description in Der Tancher, Der Gang nach dem Eisenhammer, and one or two more. Of his other poems, the best are, the Spaziergang, (though that is spoiled by its ear-racking hexameters and pentameters,) Erwartung, Die Gotter Griechenlandes, Kassandru, Kampf mit der Dragon. In his Kindersmorderin we have much of the feeling and elegant sensibility that characterize the tenderer productions of our Robert Burns. But to form a just estimate of Schiller's highly-gifted muse, we must resort, not to his scattered poems, into which the peculiar potency of his mind was not infused, but to his better, more studied, and more polished dramas,-his Maid of Orleans, Wallenstein, William Tell, Mary Stewart, and Bride of Messina ;-these are his immortal compositions ;-chese, next to the finest plays of our Shakspeare, contain more passionate, spirited, and elegant poetry, than is to be found in any dramatic productions since the days of Æschylus and Euripides i

KNIGHT TOGGENBURG.
" I love thee, gentle knight, but 'tis

Such love as sisters bear;
O ask my heart no more than this;

That heart no more may spare ;
In peace I see thy form appear;

In peace I see thee go;
But check that sigh, and stop that tear-

Their cause I may not know !"
In grief he heard her soft rebuke;

Mute from her arms he flung;
Gave one farewell, one last fond look,

Then on his steed him swung ;
He to his vassals orders gave

Through all his Switzer land,
To hie them to the holy grave,

Christ's banner in their hand.
Deeds there were done of force and fame

By every hero's arm;
Their tufted heims did wave and fame

Amid Mohammed's swarm;
And Toggenburg's land-filling name

Fill'd Pagans with alarm;
Yet in his heart love's gloomy flame

Burn'd on with hidden harm.
One year he hath endured the grief;

Nor longer can it bear ;
Abandon'd to unrest, the chief

Leaves Jewry and the war :
He sees a ship on Joppa's strand

Just bound for Europe's seas,

And, on the Cloister's casement hung

All day untired his look,
Until the lattice clank'd and rung

Beneath her finger's stroke;
Till the dear damsel, angel mild,

Th' espoused to her God, Down on the valley look'd, and smiled,

And bless'd him with a nod.

And then in peace he, in his bower,

Lay down, and slumber'd fain; And rose rejoiced at morning hour,

To feast his eyes again;And so, for many a day he sate,

And many a year and longPatient, withouten plaint, to wait

Until her lattice rung;

Till the dear damsel, angel mild,

Th' espoused to her God, Look'd on his little hut, and smiled,

And bless'd him with a nod : And so, one morn, he in the vale,

A corpse sate livid there, As tow'rd the lattice, still his pale

Eye turn'd its lifeless glare!

FINE ARTS.

EIGHTH EXHIBITION OF PICTURES AT THE ROYAL

INSTITUTION.

(Third Notice.) In proceeding to speak of the landscapes at this Exhibition, there can be no doubt that those by the Rev. John Thomson command the preference, as, indeed, they have done for several years. It may be remarked of this artist, that, like all the great masters of antiqui. ty, he has struck out an entirely new line for himself.

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This is, after all, the great, and perhaps the only true David Rizzio," is clever ; the colouring is rich, and much test of genius in every different department of 'intel of the execution is good. Its chief fault is in the figure lectual exertion. No doubt, Mr Thomson is a manner. of Mary, to which no modern artist, with which we are ist; but then his manner is all his own; he stands by acquainted, has ever been able to do justice ; it has, inhimself-he copies no one. There are faults in his deed, been long acknowledged, that failure is the very style, as there is in every thing earthly; but it is vigo- common result of an over-anxiety to do well, and it rous and decided, and his colouring is laid on with an seems to be next to impossible to transfer to canvass the energy and depth of tone which none of our other Scot- beau ideal of a lovely woman. " A Corner in the study tish painters can equal. He has contributed six land- of an Antiquary," by Mr Lees, is a clever picture. The scapes, all of which are excellent ;-his largest picture “View of the Cathedral at Antwerp,” by Mr Roberts, is exceedingly grand ; and there is a smaller moonlight formerly of Edinburgh, and now attached to one of the scene, which, we understand, has been purchased by London Theatres, is very exquisitely finished, and much the Lady Ruthven, quite equal to Titian. We trust and justly admired.--Mr J. V. Barber of Birmingham, Mr Thomson will long continue to paint.

has two very soft and beautiful landscapes, painted in a Mr William Simson has seven pictures. He is a re- style of great delicacy, not unlike that of Andrew Wil. markably clever artist. His “ Twelfth of August, a son, warm, glowing, and delightful, but perhaps just a scene in the Highlands," is full of life and spirit. We little too transparent and unreal.-William Bonnar's may mention, however, in corroboration of what we " Roger, Jenny, and Peggy,” deserves much praise. formerly stated regarding the necessity of painting up, The figures and expression in particular of Roger and in order to suit the glaring lights of this room, that Mr Jenny are excellent, full of nature, and indicative of Simson has introduced a good deal of gaudy colouring much more genius than one mig at first sight, be in. into the foreground of this picture since it was sent to clined to suspect. Our favourite, Carse, has not distin. the Exhibition, which we trust he will remove as soon guished himself this year so much as usual.—Kenneth as it is again restored to a more favourable position. Macleay, by far the best of our miniature painters, es. “ A view on the Esk at Auchindinny Bridge,” by the hibits only one specimen of his talents. It would be easy same artist, is a fine fresh picture, and in looking at it, to speak of many more artists and pictures ; but the one almost feels the breeze which is crisping and dimp- compliment which we mean to pay to merit, by singling ling the surface of the river.-Mr George Simson, out only the best would cease to be of any value, did we though not equal to his namesake, is nevertheless a very admit into our pages a promiscuous multitude of dames. meritorious painter. His pictures of St Abb's Head, Neither are we disposed to enter upon the invidious task and of the Dutch Galliot, do him great credit.

of pointing out faults, for where all have attempted to do We may next mention H. W. and J. F. Williams. their best, the severest and most legitimate criticism is The former is better known by the apellation of Gre. silence. cian Williams. We regret that ill-health and other In Sculpture, besides the excellent busts of Maculoncircumstances have limited the number of his pictures ald, especially the very beautiful one of Miss Macdonald, to three, which, however, will not detract from his for- we are glad to perceive, that two new candidates have mer reputation. J. F. Williams is more prolific. He entered the lists-Mr Angus Fletcher, and Mr John has eight pictures, of which the best unquestionably is Steele. Both possess excellent abilities. We are incli. his view on the Clyde, painted for, and purchased by, ned at present to direct attention in particular to Mr the Royal Institution. It is a capital picture; the ship- Steele, because we know him to be nearly self-taught, ping is remarkably true to nature, and the grouping and attracted to the profession of a sculptor, entirely by and colouring very unexceptionable.

a natural genius for it. We have nowhere seen any noThe Nasmyth family muster as usual in great force. tice taken of the large statue of St Andrew, carved in They all paint pleasingly ; but, with the exception of oak, but painted so as to resemble stone, which has been Miss Ann Nasmyth, we cannot say that any one of recently erected on a portico, at the foot of Hanover them pleases us much more than the other. This lady, Street. We have been surprised at this, for it is a stri. however, possesses a great deal of genius, and some of king and spirited production, and are happy to be able to her small wood pieces would not have disgraced Hob- inform Mi Steele (whose work it is) that this is the bima. We recommend attention to the two pictures opinion of some of the best judges in Edinburgh, whose she exhibits this year, they are Nos. 102 and 133. praises we have frequently heard bestowed upon it, and

Robert Gibb is an artist of much ability and modesty. we think not undeservedly. Let Mr Steele persevere, as He has twelve beautiful pictures ; and had it been ge- he has begun, and he is sure of making good progress. nerally known that the largest and best of these was We shall proceed to a consideration of the pictures, estimated by him at only £30, we are certain that it of the Scottish Academy next Saturday. would long ere this have found a purchaser. Mr Gibb's road scenes and mode of managing the perspective are remarkably delicate and true to nature. Of the few remaining artists whom we think it ne

MUSIC. cessary to name, we must talk more rapidly. We are much pleased with Mr Scrope's view of Tivoli, which is

PROFESSIONAL SOCIETY'S CONCERT. a fine classical painting, and not too close an imitation of the style of Salvator Rosa-an error into which we The only Concert which the Edinburgh Professional feared Mr Scrope might have fallen.-Mr Dyce is a young Musicians have had the courage to give this season, (so artist, of great genius and promise. We particularly ad- dull have all things been in the musical and fashionable mire the feeling displayed in his “Moonlight," and the world,) took place in the Assembly Rooms last Tues. originality and cleverness of his “ Puck.” We under. day evening. It was well, though not crowdedly, atstand, he has been studying at Rome; and, if he will tended. The pieces selected, though not so brilliant or only guard against the error of falling into an imitation varied as we could have wished, were, on the whole, of the ancient school of Leonardo da Vinci, to which we calculated to reflect credit on the judgment and talent can discover a slight tendency, we venture to prognostic of the performers. Besides Beethoven's Grand Symcate his future attainment of no ordinary distinction in phony, with which the Concert opened, and which is his profession. At all events, he is an alumnus of which not one of the most effective of that great Master's comAberdeen has every reason to be proud.-Mr Charles positions, we had three Overtures, which took in, of Lees exhibits several pictures of considerable merit. His course, the full strength of the orchestra. The first of largest picture, “Mary Queen of Scots, and her Secretary these was Mozart's Overture to the “ Zauberflote,"

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which contains a number of beautiful passages, and was And shook the dew-drops from their antler'd brows; very favourably received. The second was Weber's And glorious flowers upon the mountain side Overture to the Freischütz, of which it might almost be | Drank in the daylight; and in silver streams supposed that the public would be by this time tired ; | Gold-mantled fish went darting everywhere; but the public will probably never tire of one of the The mighty ocean murmur'd as a child noblest productions of modern genius. We have sel. Its mother lulls to rest ; the skies look'd down dom heard this exquisite composition better given. The In blue serenity, as if they smiled ;wind instruments struck us as being on one or two occasions a little too loud; but with this exception, the And to the dark impeachment of that man execution of the whole was very nearly perfect. The No other answer mighty Nature made. third Overture we heard for the first time in this city ;it was Boieldieu's, to the Opera of “La Dame Blanche.” It is pretty and scientific, but somewhat French withal, and indicates nothing like the reach of originality and

By Henry G. Bell. vigour of conception displayed by Weber. The other

I LOVED thee till I knew instrumental pieces were a fantasia on the flute by Mr

That thou had'st loved before, Platt, and a capriccio on the violoncello by Mr Han. cox-boch ingenious and clever. Mr Murray led in ad.

Then love to coldness grew, mirable style ; but we were grievously disappointed that

And passion's reign was o'er ; he did not honour us with any detached specimen of his

What care I for the lip, abilities,-a condescension which we think we had a

Ruby although it be, right to expect.

If another once might sip The vocal musicians were four, Miss Noel and Miss

Those sweets now given to me? E. Paton, and Messrs Thorne and Wilson. Miss What care I for the glance of soft affection full, Noel's solo was one of Moore's Irish Melodies, “ Come, If for another once it beamed as beautiful, rest in this bosom.” The music is simple and beautiful, and was simply and beautifully sung. Miss Pa. That ringlet of dark hairton's ambition soared a higher flight; she sung Madame

'Twas worth a miser's store; Pasta's exquisite aria, “ Ah! come rapida,” in a style

It was a spell 'gainst care which justified all the commendations it received. Mr

That next my heart I wore; Thorne did all he could for a curious composition, en.

But if another once titled " An Invocation to Bacchus ;” but he could make

Could boast as fair a prize, nothing of it, and neither could we. Mr Wilson has a good tenor voice, which he is cultivating diligently.

My ringlet I renounce, His style of singing, however, scarcely did justice to

'Tis worthless in my eyes ; the very spirited air of Mr John Thomson, with which I envy not the smiles in which a score may bask, he was entrusted, and for which its own intrinsic merits I value not the gift which all may have who ask. secured an encore. There were two duets, neither of which we very much admired. We do not see, by the

A maiden heart give me, by, why one sheet of music should be made to serve That lock'd and sacred lay, two persons in a duet, who are thus forced to stand in Though tried by many a key a crowded and awkward position. We advise an alter.

That ne'er could find the way, ation in this practice at our concerts in future.

Till I, by gentler art,

Touch'd the long-hidden spring,
And found that maiden heart

In beauty glittering ;-
ORIGINAL POETRY.

Amidst its herbage buried like a flower,
Or like a bird that sings deep in its leafy bower.

No more shall sigh of mine
By Henry G. Bell.

Be heaved for what is past ;
I HEARD a voice, as 'twere of one cast down

Take back that gift of thine,

It was the first—the last ;By bitter agony, and thus he spake:

Thou mayst not love him now “ I do impeach thee, Nature! that thou hast

So fondly as thou didst, In causeless malice made me woe-begone.

But shall a broken vow Thou gavest mind to torture me ;-the hopes,

Be prized because thou bid'st By thee first taught to bloom, bloom'd but to fade; Be welcomed as the love for which my soul doth long? The feelings that, like honey in the flower,

No, lady! love ne'er sprang out of deceit and wrong. Imparted to my heart its fragrance, turn To bitterness ;-and, haply to keep pace With this vile sinking of my nobler part, My very energies of limb decay, And sadder-feebler than my fellow-men

By Robert Chambers, author of the Histories of the

Scottish Rebellions," fc..
I grope my way through life,-a friendless ghost,
That sits on graves, or stalks among the tombs.

My native bay is calm and bright,
Therefore, my voice is raised—I stand erect-

As e'er it was of yore, And ere I die, I do impeach thee, Nature !”

When, in the days of hope and love,

I stood upon its shore ; He spoke, and there was silence. Then I heard

The sky is glowing, soft, and blue, The merry voices of ten thousand birds

As once in youth it smiled, Who sang their morning pæans to the sun;

When summer seas and summer skies And through the forest glades the deer awoke,

Were always bright and mild.

NATURE.

MY NATIVE BAY.

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The sky-how oft hath darkness dwelt,

den of which, surrounded by colonnades, is the grandest which has

hitherto been found, At Pompeii, in one of the public buildings disSince then, upon its breast;

covered lately, some ancient paintings have been found, which are The sea-how oft have storms convulsed

considered of inestimable value. Among these, the following are Its gentle dream of rest !

mentioned as particularly remarkable :-Ist, Medea meditating the So oft hath darker woe come o'er

murder of her children, who are innocently playing at dice, while The lustre of my thought;

their tutor, at a short distance, conscious of Medea's intention, is And passion's storms a wilder scene

lamenting the fate which impends over them. 2d, The sons and

daughters of Niobe assailed with the Arrows of Apollo and Diana. Within my bosom wrought,

This is said to be a picture full of pathos. 3d, Meleager departing for the chase of the wild boar of Calydon. 4th, Perseus deliver

ing Andromeda. 5th, A Bacchante. 6th, The Muses. Many other Now, after years of absence, pass'd

curious ancient relies have also been recently discovered. In wretchedness and pain,

Theatrical Gossip.-Mademoiselle Sontag, who is understood, I come and find those seas and skies

however, to be no longer a mademoiselle, has again made her ap All calm and bright again..

pearance at the Italian Opera at Paris, and has been received sich The darkness and the storm from both

the most distinguished applause.--Pisaroni appears to be rapidly

gaining ground at the King's Theatre in London; the crities are Have trackless pass'd away;

even beginning to think her pretty, Velluti is expected to join the And gentle as in youth, once more

company about the middle of March. The revival of the "ReThou seem'st, my native bay!,

cruiting Officer" at Covent Garden, a new piece at Drury Lane, the joint production of two very successful dramatic writers, Morton and Kenney, and the “Red Rover” at the Adelphi, have

kept the play-going citizens of the modern Babylon in good huOh, that, like thee, when toil is o'er,

mour for the last ten days. Another dull week has passed over And all my griefs are past,

the Theatre here ; there was a good house last Saturday, and there This ravaged bosom might subside

will probably be another to-night, but all the intermediate eren To peace and joy at last !

ings have flagged wofully. Why does not the manager bring And while it lay all calm like thee,

down some theatrical comet to rouse us from our lethargy, since

all other means have failed? We are glad to perceive he is to re In pure upruffled sleep,

vive, on Monday, Farquhar's delightful comedy of the “RechatOh, might a heaven as bright as this

ing Officer," which has been so successful in London. This is Be mirror'd in its deep!

spirited and as it should be; and we trust the attempt will be attended with good suceess.-There was a Grand Fancy Ball the other evening at Glasgow, for the benefit of Mr Seymour, who was lately burned out of the Theatre Royal there. We hope it

was productive of something considerable. LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.

WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES.

Feb. 21.Feb. 27, An interesting volume of Dramatic Sketches may be expected soon from the Edinburgh press,-founded, we understand, on SAT. Wild Oats, & Free and Easy. what may be termed the romance of the pastoral poetry of Scot- Mon. Charles XII., Youth, Love, and Folly, Carror Side land, the incidents embodied in each sketch having been suggest TuesGeorge Heriot, & leart of Mid-Lothian. ed by the catastrophe of some popular national song.

WED. Charles XII., 'Twou'd Puzzle a Conjur or, of Cranced We learn with pleasure, that Mr Upham's long-expected His.

Brig. tory of Budhism has at length appeared. This splendid volume

THUR. Rob Roy, & The Miller and his Mene contains 43 plates on Elephant 4to, and is patronised, we under

FRI. Paul Pry, Youth, Love, and Folly, & Carron Side. stand, by the Hon. the East India Company, and by the President of the Asiatic Society.

A LITERARY GAZETTE is about to be published at Oxford. We do not see why it should not be made to pay, though its circula

TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. tion can never be expected to equal that of similar works which issue from the metropolitan press. England naturally looks to We have not lost sight of the Autographs we promised: they London for its Literary Gazettes, and Scotland, we hope, as are in the hands of the engraver. naturally looks to Edinburgh for its Literary Journal.

“ Crito" complains that it is not fair to postpone the consider ORGANS AND PRESBYTERIANS.-We learn that a pamphlet on ation of the pictures at the Scottish Academy, till Fe have disthis subject may be expected in a few days; and from what we

cussed those at the Institution. We have to remark, in reply, are told regarding the author, we think it likely that this ques- that the Institution opened first, and that we cannot afford room tion, which will probably soon become one of general discussion, for articles on both in the same Number; neither did we like to will be smartly and ably treated.

break in upon the continuity of our criticisms by taking them Mr Upham, author of "The History of Budhism," "Rameses," alternately. This, however, we willingly promise, that is the and “ Karmath,” has nearly finished his “ History of the Otto- Academy opens first next year, the Academy shall be noticed first; man Empire,” which is to form two early volumes in Constable's for “Crito" is mistaken in supposing that we wish to show the Miscellany.

slightest preference to the one over the other.-Our Glasgow corMr Samuel Walter Burgess has in the press, the Votive respondent may rest assured, that he will meet occasionally in Wreath, and other Poems.

the Edinburgh Literary Journal with " short familiar papers en A monument is about to be erected to the celebrated Italian | interesting and curious departments of science."—We shall be glad poet, Vincenzo Monti, in one of the most conspicuous parts of to receive some prose contributions from “ D. A." of Cupar Fife; the city of Milan, the place of his residence for thirty years. his poetical communications will meet with our best attention.

The new edition of the Pilgrim's Progress, preparing for the The “ Remarks on the Astronomical Chair" have scarcely been press, by Mr Southey, is to contain a Life of the Author, and digested with sufficient care.--" An Albumite" will find « Starexplanatory Notes on the work. This is probably a higher com.

zas for Albums," by Montgomery and others, in several of the pliment than honest John Bunyan ever expected would be paid Annuals for 1829. to him.

“ Bonny wee Lily," by "T. V. D." of Glasgow, is good; but, A second edition of The Opening of the Sixth Seal is already before publishing it, we should like to receive something else from

the same quarter. We have too much original poetry on our announced.

hands, to think of reprinting any selections from the old anthors HERCULANEUM AND POMPEII.-It gives us much pleasure to -We are afraid that none of the pieces by " C. J." of Glasgor learn that the most brilliant discoveries are daily being made at will exactly suit us.—The song from Aberdeen, tune, “ The meet Herculaneum and Pompeii. In the excavations at the former, a ing of the waters,"_" Sonnet,” by “ A. B."-" Love and Friendmagnificent mansion is gradually making its appearance, the gar- ship,” by “J."-and “ The Jews," by " Leta," are inadmissible.

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were before we heard them. He was present at the battle LITERARY CRITICISM.

of Assaye, and a variety of other smaller affairs. As soon as peace was concluded with the Mahratta powers

he returned to Madras, and was afterwards present at Tzelve Years' Military Adventure in Three Quarters the mutiny at Vellore. He subsequently accompanied

of the Globe; or Memoirs of an Officer who served in different expeditions to the Islands of Bourbon and the Armies of his Majesty and of the East India Com. Java ; and at length, getting tired of India, he returned pany, between the years 1802 and 1814, in which are to England in time to share the glories of Wellington's contained the campaigns of the Duke of Wellington victorious campaigns in Spain and the south of France. in India, and his last in Spain and the South of He does not appear to have been present at Waterlov; France. In two volumes. London. Henry Col. and the peace which succeeded haviog rendered 'his burn. 1829. 8vo. Pp. 403 and 381.

sword useless, he has betaken himself to his pen.

The best way of conveying an idea of the nature of These military adventures seem all to be ainazingly this book, is to select some of the most amusing stories pleasant things, and the military adventurers exceed- it contains, and string them together. Its value seems ingly good sort of fellows. They all tell us in the pre- to us principally to depend upon its anecdotes, and the face, that, being soldiers, they must not be criticised very lively manner in which they are for the most part told. severely for what they write ; and then they go on to spin Without farther preface, therefore, we present our read. a yarn of two or three volumes' length, and, by the time ers with the following :-we come to the conclusion, we rise surfectly satisfied that the hero of the story, who performed so many ex- A JOKE ON BOARD SHIP.-" I shall not dwell upon ploits “i' the eminent deadly breach," ought to have the manner in which we passed our time on board ship been a generalissimo, though hard fate rnay bave fixed -how we panted under the line_how we rolled round the him only a captain, and put him on the half-pay list. Cape, frequently with more soup in our laps than we Bat if the reader be satisfied that the half-pay captain could keep on our stomachs-how the backgammon. conducted himself gallantly, we presume that the main board ratiled from morning till night how we paced purpose for which he wrote his book is answered. We the quarter-deck, when the judge and general did not are no great patrons of these personal military narratives. take it all to themselves-how we fished for. sharks... We suspect they tend to nourish conceit, and to engender how we speared dolphins, porpoises, and albacores ; Manchausenism ; whilst it is altogether impossible that nor shall I attempt to paint the pictured agonies of the they should ever be able to convey any comprehensive dying dolphins, already so beautifully described by and useful knowledge. An inferior officer in the army Falconer; nor the nobler and more potent struggles of is like a fly on the spoke of a wheel; he sees that the the greedy, daring shark, to do justice to which would machine is in motion, but he does not know why or require the pen of a Homer. Neither shall I swell my wherefore. He may write in a lively, agreeable, anec- pages with an account of the visit we received from Fadotal sort of style, and lis book may be made to bear a ther Neptune on crossing the line, with the ceremonial considerable resemblance to a novel ; but if we look for attending it, as the subject is stale; nor detail all the any thing deeper than this mere surface-work, we shall jokes, practical and verbal, which we played upon each invariably be disappointed. One such book, therefore, other, except one of the former ; and, if it amuses the is as good as a thousand; for they must all necessarily reader half as much as it did me, I shall be content. bcar a very close resemblance to each other, seeing that There was a lazy fat fellow amongst us, who was al. the duties, battles, marches, and counter-marches of all ways lolling or sleeping on the hen-coops, upon whom our young military friends must be as like each other as we resolved to play a trick; 80, seizing an opportunity possible.

when he was snug on his customary roost, we planted It is true, no doubt, that some dull rogues have pub- ourselves with buckets of water just over him. At a lished their Memoirs, and some clever ones have done signal given, he was jerked off the coop, and soused from the same thing; and this makes a variety. Our present head to foot with such a full and successive torrent of author we rank among the latter class. He is a good the briny fluid, accompanied by a cry of Man over. hamoured, slashing, dashing, hop-step-and-leap kind board ! 'Rope ! rope ! Down with the helm ! &c., of writer. His general stock of knowledge seems to be that he actually struck out, as if swimming for his life as limited as could well be desired ; but all he needed till a failure in the supply of water, succeeded by peals was a good memory and a tolerable flow of language to of laughter, brought him to a sense of his situation.”set down his own reminiscences. He went out to India Vol. I. p. 23-5. at an early age as a cadet, remained a short time at SOMETHING RATHER DIFFICULT TO SWALLOW. Madras, and then joined the army under General Wel. “Here I cannot omit mentioning a curious circumlesley. He there, of course, proceeds to recount a num. stance which I witnessed about this time, a consequence ber of minute incidents with which he himself was per- of the privation undergone by these unfortunate bullocks. sonally connected, amusing enough in their way, but Lolling one day in my tent, ruminating on the hard. very Kitde calculated to make us much wiser than we ships of a soldier's life, and on the shifts to which he is

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