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forms of business. He fights well on the field of battle, who had lived a good deal more than eighty years in but he makes a sorry figure at drill. His speaking wants Edinburgh, that, when she was a girl, there were some some of those qualities which are generally deemed houses in the close where she resided (Allan's, first east essential to eloquence--he is deficient in imagination, from the Exchange,) said to be shut up on account of and totally devoid of humour-and, what is still more the plague, with all the furniture within, precisely in unfortunate for an orator, he does not appear to possess the same state as it had been left by the owners when the art of commanding the attention and carrying along they died. Though it was known that coin, plate, and with him the sympathy of a mixed assembly. His other things of value, were deposited in one or more of oratory is rather forensic than popular. He never speaks these houses, they had been permitted to remain undis. without exciting a general impression of his strong in- turbed for a century, and might have continued shut tellectual power ; but he is not the person whom the for a much longer period, but for a particular circum. lounger delights to hear.

stance. When the Highland army came to Edinburgh XII. THE SOLICITOR-GENERAL.

in 1745, many of the soldiers, at the risk of military puThe reason which we stated in our slight sketch of Sir nishment, as is well known, committed such acts of ra. James Moncrieff, must be our apology for mentioning pacity as gave that gallant enterprise but too much of Mr Hope so briefly, and for mentioning him at all. His the appearance of a predatory invasion. Some, hearing official station ensures him at all times a respectful hear of the treasures supposed to be concealed in the pesting in the General Assembly, and the more readily that houses of Allan's close, and entertaining no fear of an he is the son of the Lord President of the Court of Ses- enemy so long dead as the plugue, resolved to break sion, a gentleman who has ever distinguished himself them open, and possess themselves of whatever they by a steady adherence to our national Church, and by found-an innocent species of plunder, as they thought, the faithful discharge of his duty as one of its elders. which neither “ta law nor ta Prince" could be expected The Solicitor-General is not a fluent speaker, but his to visit with the punishment promised to the robbery of advice is often valuable ; and were it not that he aspires the living. They did break open the houses, and, as to somewhat more of authority, than it is proper for a was expected, found many valuable articles, though, layman to possess in an ecclesiastical court, he would be a contrary to the anxious apprehensions of the neighbours, powerful acquisition for the party to which he attaches no fatal consequence ensued. The place, which was all himself, and with which, we believe, he generally votes. marked with engraven coats-of-arins, and the other Mfr Hope is gentlemanly in his address, understands things worth taking, were divided among the adventuwell what he is about, is an excellent lawyer, and pos. rers; and after the spell was thus broken, the houses sesses a large share of political sagacity, which, united were inhabited by poor people, who willingly encoun. as it is in his case, with steadiness of principle, will, tered all the danger that could be supposed to remain, no doubt, raise him to a high, if not the highest, rank for the sake of a free habitation. What was very rein his profession.

markable, one of the Highlanders, when the army af.

terwards visited Glasgow, lodged in the house of a rela. TRADITIONS OF THE PLAGUE IN EDINBURGH: graved on a silver drinking-cup in the man's possession,

tion of my informant, who discovered, by the arms en. By Robert Chambers, Author of the Histories of the that the plundered house from which it was taken had Scottish Rebellion," &c. &c.

belonged to his ancestor, and accordingly made an effort In Edinburgh, various superstitious ideas were che- to take by force, and finally was glad to purchase, the rished among the common people respecting the plague, said piece of plate, which he retained all his life after, which scourged the city for the last time in 1645, when wards as a family-piece. The old lady from whom I it was also threatened by the Marquis of Montrose, and derived this singular story, had also a tradition, that the only saved from the plunder of that cruel though gal. ancestress of a certain wealthy family in Edinburgh had lant commander by the dread which he entertained of accumulated a vast quantity of money and things of infection. Throughout the Old Town, various places value, by attending those who were dying of the plague, used to be shown where it was said the plague was shut which she was enabled to do with perfect safety on acup, and one in particular was pointed out as its burial count of her having had the distem per before, and being, place. The former were certain old houses in Beth's therefore, incapable of taking it again. The sick.nurses Wynd, Mary King's Close, &c. the doors and windows and cleansers, it seems, were usually the heirs of the of which were either almost altogether buried beneath dead, and many of them, like this person, laid the the adjacent ground, or covered up with such a thick foundations of vast fortunes, which were, however, it layer of dust and mud, as it appeared they could only was remarked, for the most part dissipated by their im. have contracted during the lapse of several centuries. mediate successors. Thus, when Stirling was last ra. When the old pest-houses of Beth's Wynd were remo- vaged by the plague, two particular men, who alone ved in 1808, to make way for the extension of the Ad. performed, or could perform, the duties of attending the vocates' Library,—for that storehouse of learning now sick, became, as is known from authentic records, prooccupies the site of the said dwelling-places of supersti- prietors of much more than the half of the town; yet, so tion,—serious apprehensions were entertained by the little does this seem to have affected the distribution of gossips of the wynd, lest the plague should burst forth property in the long run, that the only descendant of from its place of confinement, and do as much mischief any of these two men, known to exist some years ago, in the neighbourhood as before it had been bound over was an old woman who did not possess an inch of land, to keep the peace. No result of any importance fol- built or unbuilt, and there has been, ever since the old. lowed the destruction of the houses, however, except est inhabitants can remember, just as plentiful a variety that, beneath the floor of one of them, two workmen of “ lairds” at Stirling as in any other town of its ex. found a pot full of gold and silver coins, which had pro- tent. The memory of the circumstance is preserved by bably been buried there by an infected person, under certain tenements and pieces of ground, which, though the dread of being spoiled during his illness (which is now in the hands of various proprietors, still retain the said to have often been the case) by the Cleansers, and names of those who inherited them in the singular way never recovered by the unfortunate owner. I have not mentioned. learned that any other valuables were found in these houses 'ac their demolition ; but can, with not the less

* In Stirling, such were the ravages of the distemper, that all safety, avouch that it was customary, when a house was the magistrates and town-council died. The executioner also shut up for the plague, to leave the whole of the furni- died. A mound is shown in the churchyard of Stirling as the ture within. I was once informed, by an aged lady, stone-work, but is now covered over with soil.

burial-place of those who perished. It is said to be a vault of

One of the most picturesque anecdotes of the plague burial-place of a last-infected person, or of the whole which I have collected in Edinburgh, bears that, du- who died of the malady on one particular occasion. ring the calamitous period, when the town was aban. By the people of the wyod, whose sentiments were doned to the rapacious and the dying, the awful silence perhaps general in the vicinages of all places where the which pervaded the streets, quite as much by day as Plague was buried,” the awful area, the goblin trees, through the night, used to be only broken in the dusk and the black bulge in the wall, used to be regarded in of the evening by a cart going through the city, attend the last age as objects of fearful interest, and even hor. ed by a man, who rung a bell, and cried with a loud ror. What was beneath that thin sward, or within that and solemn voice, “ Throw out your deid !” Scarcely dark wall, there was no saying. Did it contain the any thing could be conceived more awful than such a simple relics of mortality—the mouldering bones, the ceremony, performed under such circumstances. large over-fed worms, and the soft and sable mould,

The place in Edinburgh where “ the Plague was which had once thought and breathed ? Or did it cover, buried” is situated in Leith Wynd. This ancient, as some said, the Plague itself? Was this the prison though much modernized street, as may be well known of that old awful malefactor, or his grave? Did he, the to some readers, is skirted on one side by a fragment of fiend--the scourge of humanity anot still dwell here, the wall of the city, which, Heaven and the magistrates in chains, perhaps, and confined within the incumbent long preserve ! In the inside of this memorial of a soil, but still alive, possessed of all his faculties, and former age, the soil rises almost to the very top, and is, instinct with quite as violent a disposition as ever ? for the most part, employed in the capacity of a garden. Heaven and the magistrates long preserve that wall! If Towards the bottom of the wynd, which, by the way, is it were to be broken down, the inconceivable monster very interesting, a small part of the ground seems enclosed would burst forth from his den, demolish the whole as a sort of bleaching-green, being bounded on the west wynd with one stroke of his tail, and swallow half of by a peculiarly tall house, in which there was once a Ror the people of the town at a mouthful ! man Catholic chapel, (burnt by the Protestant mobs of 1779.) From the wynd, the place is marked by a bulge,

THE DRAMA. and peculiar blackness in the extertal wall, as if occasioned by the press and nature of the mould within—and by BEFORE descending to the common Theatrical afone or two spectre-like trees, which throw their dismal fairs of the week, we wish to lay before our readers one forms half over the rampart, apparently bleached by the or two original unpublished letters of great interest redews which would have nourished them in their younger lating to the affairs of the Drama. It was stated in our days, and not bearing any leaves even in summer. BeTheatrical Gossip” last Saturday, that the London neath these trees, which seem to have been brought to Managers proposed reducing the salaries of the leading their marrow-bones by the dreadful juxtaposition, “ lies performers, seeing that their exorbitant demands have the Plague.” It was buried here, says an old female had the very worst effect on the prosperity of the stage. informant, by candle-light, at three o'clock in the Three original letters which now lie before us, place this morning, by Mr Gusthart, minister, long ago of the abuse in a very strong light, by bringing it into contrast

Trinity or College kirk, in presence of two witnesses, with what was customary fifty years ago, in the golden and not without ceremonies, such as praying and the age of the British Drama. The first letter is from Gar. like,”-the aversion of the Scottish Church to the bu. rick to Mr Siddons, who was then a member of the rial-service having been apparently done away with in Gloucester Theatre, and the husband of the afterwards the extraordinary case of “ the Plague.” What “the so celebrated Mrs Siddons. It was in consequence of Plague” was, this worthy lady did not well know; but this letter that she made her first appearance in Lon. she promised to enquire. At a second visit, she inform don, and it must, therefore, be considered in every point ed our ignorance, that it was a thing which long ago of view a great literary curiosity. Boaden, when he used to come into people's houses, in the shape of long published his life of Mrs Siddons, was not aware of its silken threads, palpable to the eye, but not to the touch, existence. We present our readers with an accurate and which, flying about hither and thither in the air, copy. cut the breaths of all with whom they came in contact.

MR GARRICK to MR SIDDONS. That her account of the funeral of the plague was true,

Adelphi, Nov. 13, 1775. she was quite certain ; for she herself had been at the SIR, I wish you joy of Mrs Siddons's safe delivery, sewing-school, when a girl, with two Misses Gusthart, and I hope she continues well. who were the grand-daughters of the minister, and who I am obliged to Mr Dinwoody for his politeness, and told her the story." Her great-grandfather, moreover, shall return him the money upon the first notice of his who died at a most advanced age while she was very return to town. And now about your coming to Lon. young, “ had seen the Plague!”. So, there was no don ;—the sooner I see you here, with convenience to occasion for incredulity.

Mrs Siddons, will be of more consequence to her and to Seriously, it is by no means improbable, that some me. She may have something to do if I see her soon, persons who died in Edinburgh of the plague were bu. which may not be in my power to give her if she comes ried here; for this spot seems to have been part of the later ;-nay, indeed, if she cannot safely set out before burying-ground anciently attached to the collegiate the time you mentioned in a former letter, it would be church in the immediate neighbourhood_bones having better for her not to appear this season, but put off her been found in making excavations in a wood-yard adjoining us till the next opening of our theatre ; but this jacent. A vast number of people, who died of the I leave to your own determination. And now let me dedistemper on Burntsfield Links, whither they were re- site you to give me the earliest notice when you and Mrs moved from the town by order of the magistrates, lie Siddons can be here, and what part or parts she would interred in the precincts of St Roque's chapel, a reli- rather choose for her onset, that I may prepare accord. gious building, the ruins of which remained, till with. ingly. I should have no objection to Rosalind, as Mr in the last few years, in a field to the south-west of the Bute thought it your favourite part, but that a Mrs Grange. Yet the small secluded area, within the town. King has made her first appearance in that character. If wall at Leith Wynd, may still have been the peculiar you will set down three or four that you and she think

her most capital parts, I will make the choice. In the * There really were both a Mr and Misses Gusthart, at dif- meantime, I am, Sir, your most obedient servant, ferent times, in Edinburgh. The minister, who seems to have

D. GARRICK. lived about the end of the seventeenth century, is mentioned in a letter by Thomson the poet; and the Misse: Gusthart are in.

Mr Siddons, belonging to the serted in Peter Williamson's Directory for 1784.

Theatre at Gloucester.

Mrs Siddons lost no time after the receipt of this let- Your answer will ratify this agreement, and an article ter in proceeding to London, and on Friday the 29th shall be prepared without loss of time. I am, Sir, (with December of the same year, she made her appearance compliments to Mrs Siddons,) your most obedient and on the metropolitan boards, having been announced as humble servant, " a young lady." Her salary was to depend on her

THOMAS LINLEY. success ; and as Garrick does not seem to have estimated Drury-Lane Theatre, 25th June, 1782. her talents very highly, we may suppose it was small enough, particularly as she was discharged at the end of

P.S. It must be understood, that (should we not agree the season, and was not re-engaged for several years. In with Mr Palmer) Mrs Siddons is not to perform in or 1776, Garrick and the other proprietor, Mr Lacy, sold near London, before the commencement of her engage. their interest in Drury-Lane Theatre. The new mana

ment with us, gers were, the celebrated Richard Brinsley Sheridan, The engagement was concluded on the above terms ; Linley, an eminent composer, whose daughter Sheridan but as Mr Palmer, the Bath manager, would not release married, and Dr Ford, a physician. By the year 1781, Mrs Siddons from an engagement she had entered into Mrs Siddons' fame had so increased, as once more to at- with him, her appearance in London was delayed till the tract the attention of the London managers ; and our se following year. On the 10th of October 1782, she came cond letter is from Mr Linley to Mr Siddons, offering out as Isabella in the “ Fatal Marriage,” and at once Mrs Siddons an engagement for three years, at £10 per established herself as one of the first tragedians of the week for the first year, £11 for the second, and £12 for age. Between the 10th and 30th of October, she repeatthe third. It is couched in the following terms: ed Isabella eight times to crowded houses, and for the MR LINLEY to MR SIDDONS.

whole season continued to work equally hard,-for ten Drury-Lane Theatre, June 15, 1781.

pounds per week. Though all the best actresses at SIR,_As you desire an immediate answer to your fall far short of Mrs Siddons ; yet the stars, both male

present on the stage were made into one, they would letter, I write (with Doctor Ford's concurrence) without and female, now demand from L.20' to L:36 a-night in loss of time,Mr

Sheridan not being in London ;--for, London ; and when they visit the provinces,” accordas the difference of demand in point of salary is the only point (I think) we could disagree in, and as we wish ing to the fashionable phrase of the day, they insist upon to convince you of the sincerity of our inclination to en.

L.50 a-night, or half the entire receipts. The bad congage Mrs siddons, we agree to your proposal of an arti. bitance are too obvious to require to be pointed out.

sequences which must result from yielding to such exor. cle for three years, commencing in September 1782, at L.10, L.11, and L.12 per week ; and such part of the Managers must not only starve their ordinary company, ensuing season as she may be with us, at L.10 per week, short allowance, thin their orchestra, and even tax their &c. &c., as per former letter. Mrs Siddons' beneft, in coarse of salary, must come hard and niggard bargains with authors, and instead of

orange-women-but, what is still worse, they must drive carly. It is true that, in some very few instances, we

encouraging, they will be more inclined to repress and have agreed to pay a certain sum in lieu of a benefit, át blight dramatic genius. And all this because a few in. the option of the performer ; but we have long since Alated fellows, presuming on the public favour, grossly come to a resolution not to do so in any future engage- over-estimate their own value, and do not care a farthing ment. Mrs Siddons' benefit, if she succeeds (as I doubt though the British drama go to the deuce, provided they not she will) to answer ours and your expectation, must, themselves are pampered into fatness. Their offence in the general course of things, be worth more than L.100 ought to be made a matter of popular cognizance. They to her. She may rely upon every kind of justice from should be hissed, hooted, and pelted off the stage, until us; and as we have the warmest expectation that her they are brought to a just sense of their own impudence, merit will entitle her to the encouragement of the public, and become worthier followers in the footsteps of the consequently our obligation and interest will impel us illustrious Mrs Siddons, her hardly less illustrious brow give her every assistance in our power. We trust this letter will close the business betwixt us ; and reverenced the stage.” Until a reform takes place

ther, and a host of others, who “ knew their own worth, and your answer, as soon as convenient, will much ob- in this particular, a millstone will hang forever round lige us. I am, sir, (with our best wishes to Mrs Sid- the neck of the drama ; and though we are at some disdons,) your most obedient and humble servant,

tance from the root of the evil, we are determined to Tuomas LINLEY.

return again and again to the charge, until we win over Mr Siddons,

all the most influential part of the press to our sentiments, Theatre Royal, Bath.

and do a great good to the literature of our country. The third letter is from the same to the same, written We have had Madame Caradori here for two evenings only ten days after the former, and contains some curi. this week. She is a very finished and beautiful singer, ous remarks on the subject of benefits:

and has been very rapturously received in Edinburgh..

With the exception of Pasta and Catalani, it is long MR LINLEY to MR SIDDONS.

since we heard a finer singer than Caradori. Her style “SIR,-We have experienced that performers, being is at once soft and brilliant, delicate and expressive. made certain of a stipulated sum at their benefits, it has We regret much that she has not been able to join actmade them neglect their interest among their friends ; | ing with singing, for there is so much passion and energy and, under these circumstances, the profits of their nights in Italian music, that it never can produce its full effect, may fall short of what they ought to be. It is not the unless when connected with some dramatic personation. difference of money, when this happens, that is the ob. We hope Caradori will visit us again with De Begnis, ject to us ; but where there is not an acquaintance and or others. interest cultivated by performers of rank, it lessens their The benefits have been going on prosperously. An value to the general welfare of the theatre, in proportion actor should ever be ready to say, with the Roman as they have less personal influence. There is the great patriot est likelihood that Mrs Siddons will make much more

“ 'Tis not in mortals to command success; than L.100 by her night; and in the good faith we have

But we'll do more, sweet public,-we'll deserve it." of her promoting her own and our interest by doing so, we agree to your proposal of making good the deficiency Pritchard takes his benefit on Monday, and certainly on the average of the time of her engagement, should it deserves that patronage which, from the state of the prove otherwise.

box-plan, it is evident he will receive. No one is more

essentially useful in the company, works harder, or with more good-will. In private life, too, Pritchard is very generally and justly esteemed for his gentlemanly man. ners and most obliging disposition.

Old Cerberus.



By the Ettrick Shepherd. [A few years ago, Mr Berwick sent the Ettrick Shepherd a present of a half hogshead of his best ale, with directions, written in plain prose, how to use it; but the Shepherd, forgetting or misunderstanding these, made some mistakes-the consequence of which was, that the one-half of his bottles burst; and what was saved of the ale was so thick, that about a third of each bottle was lost. This year Mr Berwick sent him another cask, and, that he might pay a little more regard to the directions, wrote them in verse, which had the proper effect; and the ale turned out such a beverage as never before was tasted in Ettrick Forest,

So pure, so genuine, and so bright,

One turns to 't aye with new delight."]
Brave Berwick! best of breath's renewers,
Thou best of men, and best of brewers,
(For I defy the Scottish nation
To match me at alliteration,)
Thou art a hero inch by inch,
A friend, a brother in a pinch;
I thought I scann'd thy heart-thy head
As many do-Not we, indeed!
For never could I ween that thou
Could have surprised me so as now!

I knew thee sterling at thy trade,
The ae best brewer e'er was made;
I long knew this, have watch'd and noted it,
Have said it, sworn it, sung it, quoted it;
I knew thee too a sturdy angler,
No blundering blusterer or brangler,
But one who would in courteous way
Stand to thy tackle, night or day,
And, at the last would weigh a creel
With any man that winded reel;
And, though I grieve the world should know it,
Even with a shepherd and a poet.

I knew thee, too, a horseman good,
As e'er bestrode the Highland brood;
For I once saw thee do a deed
Which chivalry could scarce exceed,
When leaving Yarrow, long agone, once,
With Ritchie, for the famed St Roman's,
Even when the hues of night were seen,
Tinging our mountains darkly green,
And the young gloaming 'gan to draw
Her airy veil o'er Benger Law,-
Though toddy jugs had kept us late,
And darkness threatened by the gate,
A horseman met thee fiercely galloping,
With legs and arms all walloping, walloping,
And, without pause to stay or greet him,
You turned, you ran him, and you beat him.

All this I know, and twenty times
As much, that will not mould to rhymes.
And why should virtues mentioned be
Which others know as well as me?
I know thee, all the rest pass,
An excellent callant o'er a glass ;
And when a third or halflins mellow,
A right-unbowsome, stubborn fellow,

With bladds of eloquence about thee,
Which make the best disputers doubt thee,
Draw in their horns, and make't their object,
On the first chance, to change the subject.

Shrewd Henry Scott, who argues madly,
I've seen thee make him stutter sadly;
And Forbes, who wants neither sense
Nor yet a touch of eloquence,
I've seen him oft, when hardly wrong,
Obliged to laugh and hold his tongue.

As for Dunlop, when hardly press'd,
He turns the matter to a jest,
Looks shy, as without care or pother,
First to the one side, then the other,
And says—“My mannie, that may be
Sound sense to you that's nane to me;
But this I still maintain—In one sense
Your argument is downright nonsense.”

Stand to them, Berwick! yield to none!
Of all thy peers I know but one,
In pith and ardour, beats thee thorough
A provost of an eastern borough :
A tall, unsonsy, headstrong loun,
Can beat a parliamenter down,
With biting sauce his language season,
And crack a crown as well's a reason.

But, honest Berwick, 'tis not that
I have so long been aiming at;
Yet, when a rhyme with friendship mellows,
My intimates are such queer fellows,
Such bold, impetuous, fervent masses
Of law, of gospel, love and lasses,
That whether I try to laud or scoff them,
It is not easy to get off them.

However, all know these things true ;
But, till this day I never knew,
Nor do I think mankind yet know it,
That thou’rt a genuine, sterling POET ;
Yes, I profess, and risk the sequel,
Of whom I ne'er beheld the equal.

I've been presented oft with rhyme,
From doggerel to the true sublime
From David Tweedie to Lord Byron-
Which any mortal man would tire on;
But all their poems put together,
Compared with thine, are but a feather,
Which every breeze away can puff;
But thine's the genuine, sterling stuff,
So strong, so mellow, and so bright,
One turns to it aye with new delight,
It hath a freshness and a zest,
As Mr Jeffrey would express't,
That bears it forth afar before
The first of all the rhyming lore.

'Twas wrote in friendship-men may crave it,
The world may beg, but shall not have it;
But whae'er comes with thy permission,
I'll trust it to his fair decision,
And ten to one that he'll agree
In the same sentiment with me,
That William Berwick's verse surpasses
Al bards that e'er have climb'd Parnassus.

They grow so stale, so dead, so flat,
One quite forgets what they'd be at,
And scarcely one of them discover
Charms to induce a twice going over;
But thine, dear Berwick, can beguile
The dourest face into a smile
Can move the spirit man within,
Till in his ears a singing din

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They tell me that I ne'er shall know again,
Now I have mingled as a man with men,

Hopes that for me were fraught
With wealth, which vulgar gold has never bought.

Informs him, to his consternation,
That Berwick's strain is inspiration.

It suits not the old Shepherd's tongue
To flatter either old or young,
Except a blithe and bonny lassie,
He is for that a deal too saucy:
So I protest, in downright plainness,
For vigour, purity, and fineness,
That of all poetry, (whoe'er grudge it,
And I by this should be some judge o't,)
I give the preference express
To this same friend whom I address,
Even William Berwick, whose libations
Have crown'd him, by all estimations,
Head brewer of the Modern Athens.
This I subscribe, on column narrow,
James Hogg, head shepherd of the Yarrow,
Before these witnesses of note,

George Anderson and Walter Scott. Mount Benger, March 25th, 1829.

Perchance it is too true;this filmy world

Is ever weaving cobwebs round the heart; From his cloud-castle, with his banners furld, The spirit of romance too soon is hurl'd,

And his young votaxies start
To see his meteor light so soon depart.

Yet will I combat with realities,

And with bright hues of my own choice invest These emerald fields, and yonder sapphire skies; And more than aught external will I prize

Each thought that builds its nest
In the quiet shelter of my peaceful breast.

Let me not yield

and I may find even yet
Of joyous feeling an abundant store;
I will not waste my days in vain regret;
The sun goes down, but when the sun has set,

By heaven's sea and shore,
The ever-shining stars come forth the more.

I'll worship nature still and there shall be

A still abiding spell in her wild voice;
And every fountain, every living tree,
Shall to my heart be rife with poesy;

And mid the dark world's poise,
I'll hear a music which shall say-Rejoice!

TELL ON THE MOUNTAINS. ONCE more I breathe the mountain air; once more I tread my own free hills ! Even as a child Clings to its mother's breast, so do I turn To thee, my glorious home. My lofty soul Throws all its fetters off: in its proud flight, 'Tis like the new-fledged eaglet, whose strong wing Soars to the sun it long has gazed upon With eye undazzled. Oh! ye mighty race That stand like frowning giants, tix'd to guard My own proud land; why did ye not hurl down The thundering avalanche, when at your feet The base usurper stood ? A touch-a breath, Nay, even the breath of prayer, ere now, has brought Destruction on the hunter's head; and yet The tyrant pass'd in safety. God of Heaven ! Where slept thy thunderbolt ?

Oh! Liberty, Thou choicest gift of Heaven; and wanting which Life is as nothing; hast thou then forgot Thy native home; and must the feet of slaves Pollute this glorious scene? It cannot be. Even as the smile of Heaven can pierce the depths Of these dark caves, and bid the wild-flowers bloom In spots where man has never dared to tread; So thy sweet influence still is seen amid These beetling cliffs. Some hearts yet beat for thee, And bow alive to Heaven : thy spirit lives, Ay, and shall live, when even the very name Of tyrant is forgot. Lo! while I gaze Upon the mist that wreathes yon mountain's brow, The sunbeam touches it, and it becomes A crown of glory on his hoary head : Oh ! is not this a presage of the dawn Of freedom o'er the world? Hear me then, bright And beaming Heaven! while kneeling thus I swear To live for Freedom, or with her to die!

New York.

SONNET TO PRUDENCE. * PRUDENCE! thou cold and calculating thing, Dost thou thy head amongst the Virtues rear? Thou that from Sophistry art taught to spring, And dazzling in false colours to appear ;I hate thy heartless path o'er frozen snow, Track'd by suspicion, apathy, and pride, Yet never melted by affection's glow, Nor e'er by noble, generous feeling tried. Still shine obscure in earthy, glow-worm light, Lure grov'ling souls, that dare not soar on high ; Then sink forgotten in an endless night, Ephemeral insect, gender'd but to die; Whilst noble Worth, from thy society driven, Will find a home and resting-place in Heaven. Aberdeen.




By Henry G. Bell.
THEY tell me that I cannot write as when

Young feeling lent its freshness to each thought,

NEW PLAN OF EDINBURGH.-We have seen a New Plan of Edinburgh, entitled, “The City Directory; or, Stranger's Guide to Edinburgh, Leith, and their Environs," which, for its distinctness, accuracy, and completeness, we have no hesitation in rem commending to our readers. It contains, besides, an alphabetical list of all the streets, squares, places, public buildings, churches, villas, &c., and exhibits both the roads in the vicinity, and all the new and intended improvements. It is put up in a neat case, and is sold at a very moderate price.

Whist. To those who love whist, and, after chest, it is pro bably the best game extant, Mr Arnaud's neat little work, which has just been published, called, “ An Epitome of the Game of Whist, Long and Short," will be very acceptable. It is written in a more popular and agreeable style than Hoyle's Treatise, and contains many instructions which Hoyle has omitted.

An American poet of great promise is the author of these spirited and vigorous lines. As the LITERARY JOURNAL crosses the Atlantie, we are glad that he will have an opportunity of pointing out his contributions to his countrymen, in one of the periodicals of the Modern Athens.-Ed, Lit. Jour.

• In the common acceptation of the term.

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