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on a grey hat and a long coat, looking like faded rem. for I never saw ane sae sair reduced, an' as completely nants of gentility; and he was always running one while, daft, unless his ruin had been effected by woman." and standing still another, and sometimes travelling 6. Hilloa ! A hit! a palpable hit !" cried he, springwith a motion like a pacing horse. It was impossible ing to his feet, and holding his side. “That was an to look at his gait without being moved to laughter, unfair lunge! I was taken at disadvantage there! Was and I thought him drunk. At length he run himself it fair, after challenging me to fight with a cut-and. off the road, and got entangled among the scaurs of thrust, to pull out a pistol clandestinely, and shoot me the river ; and though the way out was quite ohvious, to the heart? Yet that is what you have done. It is he could by no means discover'it, until Gordon the inn- a wound that brings a thousand reminiscences to mind, keeper came to him, and set him once more on the high- too scorching to be borne by mortal man. O woman, road. I came over to Gordon, and asked whether the woman ! let no man break his jests or scatter his geman was daft or drunk ? Gordon said he supposed heneral and unqualified reflections over thee; for if thou was both, for he was the queerest fish ever he had seen. art confided in, and trusted with that deference which is
He having gone by my cottage, I did not expect ever due to thy sex and relative situation in life, thou art all to see more of him ; but behold, as it grew dark, the same truth, honour, and fidelity; and sooner will the day wight came and placed hin self down before our kitchen change into night than thy love into laxity and indiffer. fire without any preamble. I went straight to see this ence. And why is it that we rail so much against thee outré person, and certainly his first address to me gave for fickleness and change? Because, whenever we suf. promise of some sport. He looked gravely over his fer from these, we feel that we have deserved it, which shoulder at me_" James, bring me my slippers, if you makes the wound fester the more deeply. But if the deplease ?”
pravity of man will still sit like a canker in the flower “Faith lad, I hae nae slippers to mysell, as ye may of thy delicacy, let him feel the ground on which he see,” says I; “ an' I dinna ken where yours are stan- stands with thee, let him be cast off and abandoned to nin'."
shame and contempt. The world often hears of thy dere. “ I beg your pardon, sir. Are you the master here?” liction of thine own duty, but seldom of its bitter and “Ay, a' that's for him.”
discordant preludes. I have been a lover-yea, I have “ Humph! who would have thought it? You are a loved as never man loved before or after me. I have very extraordinary gentleman, it seems ;—a very extra- been a husband—a parent. And what am I now? An ordinary person, indeed : at least so the world takes on outcast on the earth-a vagabond -a madman !” it to say of you."
“ Whisht, whisht ! Moderate your vehemence a wee “Only a very plain, stupid, simple man, sir," return- bit, man,” said I. “Ye're no just a madman, Gude be ed I.
thankit, but only a wee thing crazed i’ the head ; an' "Faith, I think so; but I must be wrong. Come, I'm really sorry for't, for ye hae that in you that might sit down here, and sing me a song, and then I'll know hae been metal for the best moulded mind. Come, tell what is in you. Don't think I'll bid you do it for no- us some o' your love adventures; I'm mad fond o’ love thing. I'll pay you for it, and that I will. Here's plen- stories." ty of money. Why, now, that's too bad,- you despise Go to your prayers, James--you have much need ; me; but you do not know who I am, sir? I am ten and pray for an absolute and general indemnity to be times a greater man than you, for I too am an author, extended to all your household as well as yourself, for and besides am grandson to a lord ;-and I'll sing you you are all guilty alike. You think you sit like a little one in return."
prince here. These are all your servants; and you be. I inquired his name, but he shook his head, and re. lieve that you are beloved and respected by them to a plied—" That will I never tell in this country. I have most superb degree. You kiss the maids and commend been imprisoned, maltreated, and sent to the house of them, and they laugh at you behind your back. You correction ; and though the mention of my name would scold the men servants and the boys, and think you have made my judges bow down before me, and lick the have cowed them into attention and regular subordina. dust, yet that name have I never mentioned in Scotland, tion; but no sooner is your back turned than they cheat nor would I, were it to profit me a thousand pounds. In you. Every one of the family cheats you. Your hinds the country here I go by the name of THE MAN; but cheat you—your maids cheat you. Even your children if you have any particular occasion to address me by and your wife cheat you ; and all your neighbours and name, you may call me Lord Arch bald."
dependents cheat you to a man. Yet there you sit in “What countryman are you ?”
stupendous apathy, and will not so much as go to your “What is that to you? Who has any thing ado with prayers. Or could you not divest yourself of all these my name or my country? I am no thief, no murderer, incumbrances, as I have done, and soar away into the no notorious breaker of the laws, either human or di. unutterable regions of delirium, where one day is as : vine ; but I have been very foolish! very improvi. thousand years, and one day's journey as a survey of dent! Mine is a strange story !~But you will not sing immensity, where the spheres are all dancing round you, me a song, won't you?
That is rather ungentlemanly. and the elements subject to your control ?" I regret asking you. But my story is soon told ; and “Faith, lad, I wish ye maunna hae been snapping up I am well used to think of it, if not to tell it. I was a doze o' opium, like Maister De-Quincy. But if you'll born to a considerable fortune ; although a younger remember, it was a love story that I wantit, an' no a brother, I was independent with economy, and I meant definition o' the fields o' delirium. An' yet it maun be to have been provident and economical outgoing all pre- confessed that there is a dash o' poetry in siccan ex. cedent, had not every one of my whims misgiven. There treme vagaries. I have had dreams like these mysell was no imprudence on my part, for I always meant well sometimes. Have you ever tried your hand at poetry ?" in my speculations. I always meant to increase my “ Often. I have written more poetry than you have fortune ; and who can say there was imprudence in that? done; but my verses were never of that imaginative If matters went the contrary of what I had calculated kind : they consisted of invectives against my race and on, that might be an error in judgment, but not in in- against human nature. The King and his ministers tention. Even at the gaming-table, or on the race- have always moved my greatest indignation ; and my course, or in the lottery, I calculated with certainty on best verses have had their source in contempt of them gaining. But who can stand out against evil destiny !” and their measures."
“Oho! is that the gate how ye hae lost your siller?” “Od, man, that beats a' the absurdities that ever I said I. “Ane needna be astonished at the result. But I heard uttered by a human creature. Ye maun be a expected to hear that you had lost it in some other way, great deal dafter than I apprehendit. For, in the first
place, if ye set yoursell up to ridicule an' pour out your your wanderings, and restore that reason, which is only invectives against human nature, what else have you deranged, not blotted out.” that is imposing, grand, or beautiful in the creation of By this time the servants had all come in, and were God? Wad ye set the horses aboon us, as Dean Swift crowding round him, intent on the stranger.
" What ill. does in his abominable Yahoo story? or the kye an' the looking tellows are these ?” said he ; “ there's one looks cuddy.asses ? What kind o' society wad these form for as if he would storm hell, (turning to Wat Nicol); and a rational an' immortal being? Or, taking the haill ani- here's another looks as if he had been there already, mal creation together, what kind o' warld wad they and made his escape, (meaning old Donald.) But I make ? Wad they sail the seas ? wad they navigate daresay you are all very good fellows. There are none of the rivers ? or wad they Macadameeze their turnpike you major-generals, I suppose. (No, no.) Very well, roads ? Deil's i' the man ! Without human nature in come round, and sit down here. Come, old fellow, give its fourfold state it would be nae world at a'. Is it not us a song. What the devil is all this whining sbour." weel kend to the geologists that the Great Maker o' the Wat Nicol. I canna get a moment's time for thae universe tried this planet twice without the sovereignty beasts if I wad ever sae fain sing. I never saw aught of human nature, an' he had sae little mense o his like them. They wad just tak a body to work on them handiwark, that he had as aften to overturn the haill night an' day. fabric, leaving nought but the bones of its brutal inha. LdArchbald. You are working on no beasts just bitants to testify the existence of both ? As for the King now, friend,-only standing chewing tobacco ; I suppose an' his ministers, let folk rooze the ford as they find it. that is the hardest part of your employment. Come, I'm sure they canna hae done less for you than they hae give us a song ! done for me, but it shall be lang afore I either stain
Wat sings. paper or taint the air o' heaven with any obloquy
against my Sovereign, whom I know to be the Lord's I'll sing of an auld forbeire of my ain, anointed, and without whose appointment he could not
Tweedlem, twaddlem, twenty-one,
A man that for fun was never out-done, have been placed there. Indeed, I have always thought
And his name was brave John Nicolo' Whun. it argued much in behalf of the virtue of the present
Auld John Nicol he lo'ed his glass, generation, that the Supreme Governor of the universe
Tweedlem, twaddlem, twenty-one, saw us deserving of such a kind and benevolent Prince
And weel he likit the toast to pass, to reign over us. And I would have thought that your An' it's hey for brave John Nicol o' Whun ! own state would have led you rather to strains of pachos than invective. Have you never vented your feelings
Wat. I hae forgot the rest o't. It would tak me a in any of the former ?"
June day to sing ower a' his tricks. “I have never succeeded much in that way, nor do I
Ld. Arch. Blow up! Prithee go on, old Cappernoity. remember these sort of verses so well as the others. The
Wat. Nah ! I canna get a moment's time for thae following are some, among many others, which I com
confoundit beasts. posed while lying in prison at Fort George ; but they
(Exit Wat, singing “ Hey for auld
John Nicolo' Whun !" are not equal to the worst of my satirical ones." Here he repeated several verses, in the Don Juan style,
Ld. Arch. Come, young man, give us a song. relating to our late and present monarchs, that were
Aye, that I will, man. truly horrible; then on Mr Perceval, Lord Castlereagh,
Sings. and several others, till at last he came upon the Rev.
Here I sit, the king o' the Yarrow, E. Irving, the stanzas upon whom were far too blas
An' lang I hope king to be; plemous to be set down here. The following are some My name it is Will Goodfellow, of the verses he had alluded to previously :
An' wha dare wrastle wi' me?
Stanes an' bullets an'a',
Hammers an' mells an a',
At races an’ wrastles I beat them,
At hap-step-an'-jump an'a'.
Ld. Arch. It is vexatious that your songs should be
so short here, when they are so full of glee. Come, More than yet you've given belief;
you tall girl, that suppose yourself so very handsome, Fortune's bolts have o'er me thunder'd,
will you give us a song?
Nancy. With all my heart, my Lord.
Mary is my only joy,
Mary is blithe and Mary is coy,
Mary's the gowd where there's nae alloy-
Though black-yet O she's bonny!
Her breath is the birchen bower of spring,
Her lips the young rose opening,
And her hair is the flue of the raven's wing-
She's black-but I she's bonny!
The star that gilds the evening sky,
Though bright its ray, may never vie
Wi' Mary's dark an' liquid eye,
The gem that cheers our valley.
In yon green wood there is a bower,
Where lies a bed of witching power;
Under that bed there blooms a flower,
That steals the heart unwary.
A pang that the tongue may hardly tell, tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, be with you in all Though felt both late an early.
The beauteous flower beneath the tree,
tories of Oulin were gradually absorbed into that advanThe spell of the wildest witchery,
cing faitli, whose destiny remains yet for fuller accomThe gowd an' the gear, an' a' to ine,
plistiment, the rejoicings of Yule-e'en most readily coaIs iny black but bonny Mary!
lesced with the festivities of Christmas, and the advent The poor wanderer then sung the following verses in vian mountains, was bailed in festivities originally cone
of a brighter sun than ever gladdened the Scandinaa strain truly moving and melancholy. I think I have secrated to the God of Day. Thus is our merry Christ. seen them, but cannot recollect where. He said they mas made up of the patch-work of Roman, Scandinawere Campbell's, but that I judge to be a mistake. I vian, and Christian observances; and, like a river which could only get off from singing, by a promise to give in its progress from the dark immensity of its mountain him a song in writing. He is still here.
distance, has gathered in and commingled streamt after I'll bid my beart be still,
stream, it rushes upon our hearts and souls with a full And check each struggling sigh,
and an overpowering tide of joyous associaíion. He who And there's none e'er shall know
enjoys health, and even the most pitiful competence, but My soul's cherish'd wo,
who will not relax a little of his usual bearing and aus. When the first tears of sorrow are dry. terity at Christmas, is a forbidding, if not a dangerous,
character. He may be many things, and to some peo. They bid me cease to weep,
ple, and in some relations of life, "cvery thing;"but ous For glory gilds his name; But the deeper I mourn,
thing he is not, and cannot be,-“a good fellow.” Since he cannot return
But, after all, we are not beholden to such considera. To enjoy the bright noon of his fame,
tions as the above for our Christmas feelings and recol.
lections. It is to the page of our own individual expeWhile minstrels wake the lay,
rience, during the light and cheery period of boyhood, For peace and freedom won,
that we are to refer, whien we trace the cause of our preLike my lost lover's knei
sent happiness. We knew not then_ would to God that The tones seem to swell, And I hear but his death dirge alone.
we could still, in many cases, continue in ignorance of
the “ whys and the wherefores” which lay at the foun. My cheek has lost its hue,
dation of a thousand delightful experiences ;-we knew not My eye grows faint and dim,
the great moral principle which set all the ends of the But 'tis sweeter to fade
earth a-rejoicing and maddening at Christmas and the In grief's gloomy shade,
New Year; but we willingly gave way to the common Than to bloom for another than him.
movement, and floated on the stream-way of use and (Exeunt Omnes.
wont, as straws and feathers frisk and whirl under the Mount Benger, Dec. 220, 1828.
impulse of a kindly breeze, on the lake or the pool's sus. face. Oh! we were so hapny, that whilst the blood moves,
and the brain images, we shall never lose signs and feel. A MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND A HAPPY NEW
ing of our happiness. How sacred, how solemn, is true YEAR!”
and genuine happiness! It is not only twice blessed, but
blessed and blessing for ever. It sits as the pebbled dia. By Thomas Gillespie, LL.D., Professor of Humanity mond of the mountain, radiating downward on the val. in the University of St Andrews.
ley of life, through all its breadth and distance. To these " Oh, to feel what I have felt,
higher points in our early experience of being, the heart ever returns,-around them it revolves in all its future aberrations and excitements,- till the boy of eighty, and
the child of pinety, has learned, and is heard to confess, The Roman saturnalia was a grand affair. It was that age has nothing better to record or enjoy, than the one of those alleviations—and they were more numerous sayings and feelings of early life. than is generally supposed or adinitted—by which the I am half persuaded, that moonlight, and snow, and most abject and dependent condition of hunianity is re. frost, and a powerfully-bracing atmosphere, with a sky deemed from absolute and unsunned darkness and mi. blue as indigo, were regularly bespoke, (about forty sery. The poor slave of eleven months, who had been years ago,) against the Christmas holidays. Oh, what constrained to submit in silence to whim, caprice, and evenings these were then, amidst the mountain land of even cruelty, stood now excusable in the vindication of my nativity! How the yellow moonlight slept on the his right, to think, and to reason, and to remonstrate. By hills' sumn.it, whilst cleugh, and linn, and gullet, were the courtesy of the most imperative of all laws, -" in- shaded away into obscurity,_whilst the hare hirpled veterate usage,"—he was entitled to re-enact the age of across the sparkling brilliancy of a snow-covered lea, and Gold, in all its endearing recollections of freedom and the dog's bay, heard from the distance, was sufficiently hilarity. From the 17th to the 20th or 221 of Decem- alarming ever and anon to arrest her progress ;-wbilst ber, the whole “ familia” wore an aspect of hilarity and the boy " was abroad” on his own Christmas eve, in all good will,-presents were interchangel, --courteous mis- his glory, roaming in congregated glee, and with tongue sives dispatched,boys went about in masquerade,—and and whistle of irrepressible delight, from house to house, the servant, in the nobler breathings of a more sacred and from fun to frolic, now moving, like Milton's Satan, emancipation, was free from his master.”
“ smooth-sliding without step," over the moony brightTo all these saturnalian orgies have succeeded the festi- ness of the icy pool, and anon calling into existence and vities and observances of the Christmas holidays, which activity the distant echoes, to witness bis feats on the have on this occasion, as well as on various others, contri- bright and slippery steeps, or on the yet-bending and ved to ingraft Christian upon Pagan observances, to fill cracking ice-way of the half-frozen current. those channels, which time and usage had wrought, with But the eventful evening previous to the New Year's other and purer streams of recollection. The heathen dawn has passed, with all its kind and affectionate ceretemple and ceremony gave way, upon the introduction of monial, as the clock measures out, in deliberate beat, a purer faith, to the Christian, but by a transition at the requiem of the departed twelvenonth, and lips have once so gradual and imperceptible, that for centuries the met and separated, which, ere another siunilar occasion, walls, as well as the observances, of the Christian church, shall be separated by many a mountain and many a betrayed manifest evidence of their heathen origin. When sea—by the deep earth, it may be, and the wildly-wathe south came into contact with the north, and the vo- ving grass which covers it—and the delighted family
And be what I have been !"
circle, “ man, wife, and wean," has scattered away into figure in the page of endeared recollections; and are a temporary repose,-and the “ falling stars have not there not many pens, at this very instant, employed on only advised," but secured, the stilly silence of unbreath the banks of the Ganges, or in the isles of the Atlantic, ing sleep,—and the visions of to-morrow have come in in indiving references to fathers and mothers, brothers scarcely perceptible tinge and movement over the chan- and sisters, friends and companions, with whom the in. ging features of reposing youth, and the morning star nocent festivitics of the season are inseparably and en. bas arisen and taken his station on the eastérn summit, dearingly associated ? It is, therefore, under the fullest --and day lias dawned in streaks and glow, and wavy-conviciion that I am actuated by the simple motive of flush, where the eye of the aroused boy can scarcely be promoting my own and my readers' happiness, wlien I assured of the joyous truth, and “ a happy new year” conclude these hasty observations, by wishing them, in has resounded from Dan to Beersheba,-and the shepherd the language of the season—" A happy New Year.” has travelled the muir and the moss, that his sweetheart may perceive his approach, crc her ears have been aroused
St Andrews, 20th Dec. 1828. by any other less welcome sound, and the arborescent window has been melted into clearness by the warm breath of the awakened inmate, and a winter blossoning
BURGER AND HIS WRITINGS. more splendid by far than the hawthorn of spring is seen By William Tennant, Esq., Author of over heugeway.furze, and forest-nobreath of heaven will
“ Ansier Fair,” fic. stir
, no melting ray will penetrate, till man has witness. ed, felt, and adored, the scene of enchantment which the BURGER, son of the curate of Wolmerswende, near landscape presents—All this has taken place, and yet the Halberstadt, in Lower Saxony, was born on thé first festivities and delights of the New Year are only begun. hour of the first day of January 1748. For a long time
I care not for the riot and the ramble of a city New he was, both in mind and body, a weakly child; and at Year,-northe exalting swell which breaks upon the ear of school was, like our Thomson, more frequently chidden night as the Tron clock numbers twelve,-nor for that re- for the dulness, than commended for the sharpness, of polting presence of tipsified hilarity which drags under his apprehension. His studies were cominenced at the lamp-light so many naudlin eyes and cars-worn counte- gymnasiuin of Aschersleben, and were afterwards pronances, where, under the sound and the expression of joy, secuted at the Pædagogium and University of Halle. His thers lies, not so deep, nor so imperceptible as to escape the grandfather, whose affection for him he has celebrated notice of the most casual glance, the worm and the ser- in song, had at first destined him for the church; afterpent—the coiled-up and lurking loathsomeness of a con- wards for the bar ; but both purposes were frustrated by science, which the lapse of a few hours will awaken into the gaiety and restlessness of his disposition. Amid the fearful activity. My recollections are of the country, and debts and difficulties induced by his improvident belaof the people who inhabit it;-of the laborious class- viour at college, he was deserted by his grandfather, who es, in particular, in whom the respite and the variety had hitherto affectionately supported him. A few noble of a season of rejoicing awaken an exquisite perception young friends received him into their protection. He of enjoyment, and who, being happy themselves, are anx- now entered vigorously upon his Greek and Latin stiijous to make common cause with every friend, relation, dies, and at times displayed the dawning of his poetical and neighbour, in the participation of happiness. talent in soine humorous productions, which were read
These pleasing, and, in my apprehension, venerable, with applause to his club of congenial young spirits. as well as salutary usages, are now fast dying out; like Among his friends were Boie, Alartin Muller, Voss, the men of other years, they are dropping off, one by Cramer, and Count Stollberg. one, whilst the rising generation is scarcely aware, in In the year 1772, he obtained a situation of inferior many instances, of their existence. This, Í confess, is rank in the justice-court of Altengleiclien, in the printo me subject of regret. These observances, coming cipality of Calenberg. As this office neither well acdown to us as they do, from a remote antiquity, and corded with his disposition, nor had emoluments quite from a state of society in many respects greatly differ. sufficient to maintain him, he soon threw it up; and, afier ing from the present, serve the purpose, and exhibit the having engaged in an expensive farming speculation at features, of the “ wandering Jew. They are the em. Appenrode, retired, in 1784, to Gottingen, where he gave balined records of national manners, which, with greater prelections on composition and rhetoric. His appointfidelity than ever was exhibited in Cataconibs of Egypt, ment as professor was sanctioned by the governinent; show the frame and expression of bygone ages. I would but he was not fortunate enough to receive any salary. go many a mile to see a Scotch “kirn” in the style I During his residence at the farm of Appenrole, he have witnessed it in early life. That joyous night of had lost his first wite ; and soon afterwards married her relaxation, which, after the fatigues of harvest
, came, sister, whoin he celebrates in some of his most beautiwith a redeeming glauness, over heart, and pulse, and ful poems under the name of Molly. Death soon sepa. framework, which united into one, master and servant, rated him from this adored person,-a terrible blow,-mistress and damsel--age and youth_austerity and the heaviest that could befall hiin, -hat brought him to light-heartedness, and at which the laird himsell” has the grave's brink. From this time he never recovered been frequently known to show that he was neither lame fully his former vigour of health and vivacity of fanpor sulky.-Into what now has our immortal“ Hallow. cy; and though he struggled on in the performance of een” shrunk and shirivelled ? Into the memory of a thing his various academical and other duties, neither his gone by, or a few vague and spiritless efforts to burn a mind nor his poetry seems to have regained its former brace of nats, or relate an anecdote or two of fairies and spriglitly gaiety. T'ime, however, which consumes brass goblins. Periodical returns of seasons of innocent hi- and marble, gradually diminished the bilterness of his larity serre many good purposes. They are not only grief for his adored níolly. He wished to give a mother the “ oases” of the descrt, cheering the traveller with to liis three children, and once more, in connubial har. fres/mess and verdure, but they are the natural and ef. piness, to relieve himself from the fatigues of his profes. fective provocatives to mutual love and kindly feeling. sion. Just at this time he happened to receive from Stut.
When your family circle has been scattered, like the gart, in Suabia, a poem from a muse-smitten maiden, Covey of plovers before the sportsman, and the breath of proffering him, in pretty-enough verses, heart, hand, and time, having withered, some has conveyed others into estate. Burger at first laughed at this whimsical prodistant lands; when the letter returns with its annual posal ; but the satisfactory information given in answer outpouring of recollected endearments and affectionate to his queries regarding the lady, the advice of his friends, remembrances, do not“ Christmas and New-year's Day" and the very romance of this unexampled proffer, tó
prevailed upon him, that he returned a response in gen. Die holde die ich meine-a beautiful ditty—the most ile rhymes, which led, notwithstanding a warning voice elegant compliment that ever was paid, in the north or from Italy against it, to his union with this romantic in the south, to female beauty. A translation of it has Sappho of Suabia. The marriage took place in October been attempted by the writer of these remarks, and is 1790. A fabric of connubial bliss, built on such an here subjoined :unsure and fanciful foundation, soon gave way, and
THE FAIR ONE WHOM I MEAN. was supplanted, in its ideal zauberwerk, by the sad, killing realities of domestic discomfort and disagreement.
Die holde die ich meine. The rest of Burger's life was embittered by this poeti.
0, in what pomp of love serene, cal spouse ; and after a fretful cohabitation of two years
Smiles she, the fair one whom I mean ! and a half, he was coinpelled to divorce her by due form
Tell it, my pious mouth, to earth; of law. Burger's health and good humour were now
Whose wonder-working hand shines forth? completely shattered by the unsuccessful issue of this
Whereby in pomp of love serene, connexion ; he shut himself up henceforth in his cham
She smiles, the fair one whom I mean! ber; fell dangerously sick in October 1793; and died in 1794 of pulmonary consumption. He seems to have
Who has illum'd and kindled bright, been a man of good heart, full of kindness, affection, and
Like Paradise, her eyes' blue light?
Ev’n he whose power o'er sea and land philanthropy. Although seldom even in moderate cir
Heaven's blue bright bending arch hath spann'd; cumstances, he was generous, so far as his means went,
He hath illuin'd and kindled bright, not only to his friends, but even to those that had in
Like Paradise, her eyes' blue light! jured or offended him. Though deceived often by others, he ever retained his ennobling opinion, generally, of the Who with such master-skill hath spread human heart ; and his demeanour, albeit in particular Sweet o'er her cheek Life's white and red ? instances extravagant or erring, was, on the whole, dis- He, who to th' almond's blossom lent creet and prudent. He was not covetous of external
Its beauteous tincture dew-besprent ; rank or wealth ; he was ambitious only of fame, and the
He with such master-skill hath spread confession of his poetical supremacy. In company he
Sweet o'er her cheek Life's white and red ! obtruded no claims of notice; he was still and reserved, Who form'd her purple mouth so fair, rather than noisy or usurping. He aped not the artifi. So rich with sweetness living there? cial manners of the courtier or man of fashion ; yet, not
He, who with lusciousness so mild, withstanding his deficiency in courtly polish, he insinu- Fills the red cherry, July's child; ated himself easily into the favours of the fair sex, by
He made her purple mouth so fair, the genuine captivation of candid, open, and amiable
So rich with sweetness living there! manners.
Who made her silken tresses flow, The poems of Burger deserve to be better known in
All waving, round her neck of snow? Scotland. In some points of his moral and mental cha
He, whose sweet west-wind o'er the plain racter he has been likened to our Robert Burns; but he Rocks the glad stalks of golden grain; is entitled, as a poet, to a higher rank than the Ayr. He bade her silken tresses flow, shire peasant. For Burger, to the strength of original All waving round her neck of snow! genius, superadded the cultivation of accomplished scho- Who touch'd, for heavenly speech or song, larship. His mind, equally alive as Burns's to the charms Her voice with rapture all day long? of Nature, and equally susceptible of the keenest and He, who did lend the lark his note, tenderest impressions, was subdued and refined by good And Philomel her tuneful throat; taste and discipline, and had at command every classi- He touch’d, for heavenly speech or song, cal grace and attraction. His tenderer productions re
Her voice with rapture all day long ! mind one more of Waller than of Burns. His lan.
Who hath so arch'd her beauteous breast, guage, so far as a foreign ear may dare to be a judge of Where Pleasure has his golden rest ? it, appears to be, of all the German poets, the most He, that the swan's white bosom fair sweet and mellifluous. The cadence of his High Durch Curves out with plumage rich and rare; periods has, indeed, in our ears, a charm of euphony as
He hath so arch'd that beauteous breast, pleasing in its effect as the well-vowell'd trillings of
Where Pleasure has his golden rest! Petrarch ; whose sentiments and poetical workings have What artist framed, in high design, assuredly less nerve and originality than the Bard of Her waist so delicate, so fine? Germany. In the Ballads, which are among his best He, from whose perfect mind beam'd forth, productions, he has shown a wildness, a sepulchral pomp, Beauty's each form in heaven and earth; and ghostly horror entirely his own; and he has, in these That mighty artist did design as well as his other poems, invigorated his verse by the co
Her waist so delicate and tine! pious use of the figure Onomatopoiua, an ornament which Who breath'd into her form, a mind Quinctilian regrets that the Latin language, in compari. So pure, angelical, and kind? son of Greek, so little allowed, and which, of all modern He, that the angels made on high, languages, the German, from its bold sounds and clashing These holy children of the sky; combinations of consonants, so readily and eloquently He breath'd into her form, a mind admits. He has also, like the other poets of his country, So pure, angelical, and kind! though perhaps more sparingly than Schiller, made O! praise, Great Maker, to thine art! abundant use of compound substantives and compound And thanks, warm bursting from my heart ! adjectives, an adaptation which the German language That Beauty's type enchants me so, possesses in common with Greek, Persic, and English, Crown'd with each grace thy world can show; thereby giving to its poets the capability of greater O! praise, Great Maker, to thine art ! force, richness, and compression. His best productions And thanks, warm bursting from my heart ! are, besides his addresses to his Molly, which are all
But ah! for whom on earth below beautiful, Leonora, Der Wilde Yager, Lenardo und
Smiles she, attired in beauty, so? Blondine, Die Elemente, Die Entfuhrung, Bruder O God! might I have ne'er been born, Grauroch, Frau Schnips, gc. Of these, Leonora is Ne'er seen thy blissful light of morn, known in several translations. But of all bis effusions, If not for me, in beauty, so, we were most captivated by the short poem entitled, Smiles she, that fair one whom I know!