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And on the mantle that my luve wears,

Is mony a gowden drap.
Her bonny ee-bree's a holy arch,

Cast by nae earthly han'!
And the breath o' heaven is atween the lips

O' my bonnie Lady Ann.

Now in there cam my Lady Wren,

Wi' mony a sigh and groan,
O what care I for a' the lads,

If my ain lad be gone!
Then Robin turn'd him round about,

E'en like a little king;
Gae pack ye out at my chamber-door,

Ye little cutty-quean! We recommend the following elegant and spirited composition to the especial attention of all our fair readers. It breathes sentiments which every man ought to feel, and which, we believe, every man, in a greater or less • degree, does feel :

I DO CONFESS THOU'RT SMOOTH AND FAIR. By Sir Robert Aytoun, Secretary to the Queen of James VI.

I do confess thou’rt smooth and fair,

And I might have gone near to love thee;
Had I not found the slightest prayer

That lips could speak had power to move thee :
But I can let thee now alone,
As worthy to be loved by none.

I wonderin' gaze on her stately steps,

And I beet a hopeless flame!
To my luve, alas! she maunna stoop;

It would stain her honoured name.
My een are bauld, they dwall on a place,

Where I darena mint my hand;
But I water, and tend, and kiss the flowers

O’ my bonnie Lady Ann.
I'm but her father's gardener lad,

And puir puir is my fa';
My auld mither gets my wee wee fee,

Wi' fatherless bairnies twa,
My lady comes, my lady gaes,

Wi' a fou and kindly ban’;
O their blessin' maun mix wi' my luve,

And fa' on Lady Ann. We have met with few sea-songs more spirited than that which we subjoin, and we should like to know something more of the author :


By H. Ainslie.
The Rover of Lochryan he's gane,

Wi' his merry men sae brave;
Their hearts are o' the steel, and a better keel

Ne'er bowled ower the back of a wave.

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It's no whan the loch lies dead in its trough;

When naething disturbs it ava,
But the rack and the ride o' the restless tide,

Or the splash o' the grey sea-maw;
It's no when the yawl, and the licht skiffs, crawl,

Ower the breast o' the siller sea; That I look to the west for the bark I loe best,

And the Rover that's dear to me.

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Such fate, ere long, will thee betide,

When thou hast handled been a while;
Like sere flowers to be thrown aside,

And I will sigh while some will smile,
To see thy love for more than one

Hath brought thee to be loved by pone. The finest song, without exception, which has been written within the last century—perhaps the finest song in the language is “ Bonnie Lady Ann," by Allan Cunningham. We are astonished that it has not long ago been set to an air worthy of it, and sung on the stage,in the drawing-room,—at the social-board,everywhere. We request that each of our readers will peruse it three times, and then say whether or not he is of our opinion :


By Allan Cunningham.
There's kames o' hinnie 'tween my luve's lips,

And gowd amang her hair :
Her breists are lapt in a holy veil;

Nae mortal een keek there.
What lips daur kiss, or what hand daur touch,

Or what arm o'luve daur span,
The hinnie lips, the creamy lufe,

Or the waist o' Lady Ann?
She kisses the lips o' her bonnie red rose,

Wat wi' the blobs o' dew;
But nae gentle lip, nor semple lip,

Maun touch her ladie mou.
But a broidered belt, wi' a buckle o' gowd,

Her jimpy waist maun span :
Oh, she's an armtu' fit for heaven-

My bonnie Lady Ann.
Her bower casement is latticed wi' flowers,

Tied up wi' siller thread;
And comely sits she in the midst,

Men's langing een to feed :
She waves the ringlets frae her cheek,

Wi' her milky milky hand;
And her every look beams wi' grace divine ;

My bonnie Lady Ann.

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But when that the clud lays its cheeks to the flood,

And the sea lays its shouther to the shore,
When the wind sings high, and the sea-whelps cry,

As they rise frae the whitening roar ;
It's then that I look through the blackening rook,

And watch by the midnicht tide ;
I ken that the wind brings my rover hame,

On the sea that he glories to ride.
O, merry he sits 'mang his jovial crew,

Wi' the helm-haft in his hand ;
And he sings aloud to his boys in blue,

As his ee's upon Galloway's land:
“ Unstent and slack each reef and tack,

Gie her sail, boys, while it may sit :
She has roared through a heavier sea before,

And she'll roar through a heavier yet !” Having dwelt thus long on the songs, we must speak very briefly of the ballads. It is a very excellent collection; made up principally of the best things to be found in Sir Walter Scott's Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, Jamieson's Popular Ballads, Finlay's Historical and Romantic Ballads, Kinloch's Ancient Ballads, Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern, and Buchan's Ancient Ballads of the North of Scotland. This country possesses, altogether, about two hundred distinctly different ballads, but some of these have been laid before the public in no fewer than six different forms. Mr Chambers has aimed at condensing the diffused merit of all his predecessors. “I have not only made a careful selection,” he says, “ of what appeared to me in every respect the best of the whole mass of published ballads; but, by a more daring exertion of taste, I have, in a great many instances, associated what seemed to me the best stanzas, and the best lines

The mornin'clud is tasselt wi' gowd,

Like my lu've's broideredcap ;

nay, even the best words, of the various copies extant.” (one of the hottest that has ever been known since the In some hands, this would be a very dangerous sort of descent of Phaeton) in making a peregrination over the tampering ; but we have good confidence, both in the ex- country. We understand, however, that the manner in perience and judgment of the present Editor. He di- which this book has been received, leaves the author no vides his Ballads into four classes :--1. Historical Bal cause to regret his exertions. In 1827, his “ History of lads ; II. Ballads supposed to refer to real circumstances the Rebellion of 1745-6,” and in 1828, his “ History of in Private Life; III. Romantic Ballads; and IV. Imita- the Rebellions, under Montrose, from 1638 to 1660,” aptions of the Ancient Ballads. This arrangement is very peared in Constable's Miscellany. He has now two other satisfactory; and, whilst we observe no omissions of any works on the eve of publication—the Songs and Ballads, consequence, we scruple not to say, that, in many in which we have just reviewed, and a “ History of the Restances, we find better versions of our popular ballads than bellions in 1689 and 1715,” for Constable's Miscellany. we have met with any where else. We may conclude, We may likewise mention, that a translation of the two therefore, as we began, by expressing our conviction that former“ Rebellions" has been announced in France; and this work, which is just on the eve of publication, must what is of greater importance, that Mr Chambers is to be speedily win for itself a large share of popular favour and engaged immediately with a still more voluminous work applause.

than any he has yet produced. It is to be called, “ The Before concluding, we are desirous of giving our read- Domestic Annals of Scotland,” and, beginning with the ens some little personal information concerning Mr Cham era of the Reformation, it is to contain every thing about bers, whose name has, of late years, been a good deal in Scotland, except the political history, of which there will the mouth of the public, and in whom the readers of the be no more than enough to make the rest of the contents LITERARY Journal, in particular, can scarcely fail to be intelligible—a wire strong enough to support the stories somewhat interested. Although his productions are and anecdotes which are to be hung upon it. It is to already so numerous, and have been, for the most part, so bring into view all those private transactions and familiar popular, Mr Chambers is only twenty-seven years of age. circumstances which lie beneath the stream of history, and He was born at Peebles in 1802, his father having been are therefore generally overlooked. It is to contain, among a cotton-manufacturer, and the descendant of a line of other things, accounts of all remarkable criminals, curiworthy burgesses of that town. There was a peculiarity, ous notices of costume and manners of former times, and worth mentioning, in our author's person at birth ;-he innumerable amusing stories and traditionary anecdotes. had six toes on each foot, and six fingers on each hand. It will be chiefly compiled from the public records, and A blundering country surgeon attempted to reduce them the pages of the early simple historians and diarists. For to the ordinary number, by means of a large pair of scis- the convenience of both author and purchasers, it is to sors; but he performed the operation so awkwardly, that appear in numbers, under the auspices of our enterprising the greater part of the superfluous toes still remained. and successful Edinburgh publisher, Mr Tait. It is exIn one view this was a grievous calamity, for it not only pected that the work will extend to five or six octavo vorendered his infancy one of tears, and prevented him from lumes ; and Mr Chambers has himself informed us, that participating in the usual sports of boyhood, but it has he intends it to be his opus optimum et maximum,—the had the final effect of making him slightly lame. In work to which he will point, in future years, when he another view, however, the accident had its advantages, wishes to tell what he did in his youth. since to it is to be attributed the acquirement of those We have made this statement, with regard to Mr studious habits, which, in their subsequent application, Chambers, with no view but that of doing justice to a dehave enabled Mr Chambers to gain for himself a name. serving and able man. He has already done more work as Before he was ten years old, he had read the greater part an author, than, we believe, any other person living of the of the Encyclopædia Britannica, in twenty volumes. Per- same standing. He has to write, too, under

many disadceiving his attachment to books, his parents destined him vantages; and the light and anecdotal character of many for the church, and he accordingly went through a course of his works has been a matter more of necessity than of of classical literature. Circumstances, however, after choice. When it is known that he is obliged to attend, wards occurred, which prevented his entering the Divinity during the whole day, to the concerns of a retail business, Hall; and at fifteen he found himself in the disagreeable and that it is only little nooks and odd corners of his time situation of a person who has lost one aim in life, and that he can allot to writing, the wonder must be, how he not found another. Eventually he determined on be- has been able to achieve one half of what he has done. coming a bookseller, to which profession he has since We suspect there are many, wbo, from not taking this steadily and successfully adhered. Mr Chambers' first view of the case, hardly do Mr Chambers justice. Can attempt in literature was a little volume, entitled, “ Il-a man stand behind a counter, and think poetically? Can lustrations of the Author of Waverley, being notices of the a man go by fits and starts into his back-shop, and abreal persons and scenes supposed to be described in his stract himself sufficiently for a sustained effort of thought ? works." It was published in 1822, when he was twenty Yet he has, in more instances than one, actually done so ; years of age. His second effort was the “ Traditions of and we do say, that, all these things considered, we know Edinburgh,” published in Numbers, and completed be- of few men, under seven-and-twenty years of age, more tween March 1824 and November 1825. Such a work, remarkable, or of better promise, than Robert Chambers. to use the phrase of the trade,“ had long been wanted;" and it therefore succeeded amazingly. We believe so many copies of any local or topographical work have History of the Ottoman Empire, from its establishment till seldom been sold in this country. The book was en the year 1828. By Edward Upham, Esq. M. R. A.S., riched with anecdotes by Sir Walter Scott, Charles Author of the History of Budhism, &c. In two voSharpe, Esq., and other eminent literati; but we are in lumes, (forming Vols. XL. and XLI. of Constable's clined to think that the chief cause of its success was the Miscellany.) Edinburgh. Constable & Co. 1829. unblushing tone of agreeable gossip and garrulous oldwifery which pervaded it. In 1925 and 1826 Mr An acquaintance with the public and private history Chambers published two small works, subsidiary to of Oriental Nations, although perhaps of less practical imthe “ Traditions," namely, “ Walks in Edinburgh, portance to the statesman than a knowledge of European or a Guide to the Scottish Capital,” and “ The Popular history, is more calculated to enlarge the views of the Rhymes of Scotland.” His next work of any magnitude scholar. The common religion of Europe—the common was " The Picture of Scotland ;”—a work which none source from which its nations have derived their political but an enthusiast would have undertaken, and to do jus- science and a community of feeling produced by the getice to which, he employed the whole summer of 1826 neral diffusion and rival cultivation of science, have given

to Europeans, amid all their minuter differences, a strong on in their institutions that upheld the power of the Os. similarity of character. But the character of the people manlie. But these institutions have at length been overinhabiting the East has been developed under different turned. The present Sultan, Mahmoud II., felt that auspices. It shows how different a thing human nature the safety they insured to the governed was not shared may be made.

It shows us people influenced by opinions by the head of the state, and to secure himself, he deand habits so materially dissimilar to our own, that it is stroyed, in the persons of the Janizaries, the peculiar conmore likely to excite a spirit of self-scrutiny, and to dissi- stitution of his nation. It remains to be seen whether he pate false views, to which custom alone may have recon- has power to give it a new one; or whether the old adage ciled us, than any thing else we know.

holds true here, “ that he may destroy a palace who has Mr Upham has very properly prefaced his History of not the art to build a hovel.” If he succeed in organizing the Ottoman Empire with a brief sketch of the progress a new form of military government, the Ottoman Emof Muhammedan doctrine, and of the various nations pire may yet weather the storm impending over her : if which embraced it. He then proceeds with the history he fail in this, she may be looked upon as speedily des of Othman and his descendants. We could have wished tined to be blotted from among the nations. that he had marked more minutely the character and ear Mr Upham's history of this remarkable people is comlier fortunes of Othman-for, in the individual character posed with much candour and impartiality; and contains of the mighty mind that plans and executes the founda- a great deal of information not to be met with in any tion of a dynasty, may not unfrequently be traced those other English book with which we are acquainted. peculiarities which his institutions afterwards stamp upon the whole nation. In the continuation of his work, Mr Fugitive Pieces and Reminiscences of Lord Byron ; conUpham presents us with a succinct but spirited account of the progress of the Ottomans in subduing both Mussul

taining an entire new Edition of the Hebrew Melo

dies," with the addition of several never before publishmans and Christians; and of the management and adventures of their empire down to the present time.

ed; the whole illustrated with Critical, Historical, TheaThe spectacle is, on the whole, a magnificent, if not

trical, Political, and Theological Remarks, Notes, Anecalways a pleasing one. The doctrines taught by Mu

dotes, Interesting Conversations and Observations, made hammed were,

by that Illustrious Poet; together with his Lordship's in all probability, inculcated by that extraordinary man, as much with a view to the moral im

Autograph ; also some Original Poetry, Letters, and

Recollections of Lady Caroline Lamb. By I. Nathan, provement of his countrymen, as to his own aggrandizement. But the conscious want of that supernatural au

Author of an “ Essay on the History and Theory of thority to which he laid claim, together with an impa

Music,” “ The Hebrew Melodies," &c. &c. London,

Whittaker & Co. 1829. tience of character, which made bim spurn the slow and narrow workings of the mere teacher, led him to a spirit

Poor Mr Nathan! what a nest of hornets this book of compromise. In order to secure the obedience of men in several important points, he left them to indulge, to the has brought, and will bring, about his ears! It is cerutmost, some of their most dangerous passions. The con- tainly one of the silliest we have had the happiness of sequence is, that the Muhammedan belief has evolved, in meeting with for some time; and though it is a good minds of superior power, a character made up of the stran- natured piece of drivel, it is, nevertheless, rather of a pro

Heaven forgive Mr gest inconsistencies, even when approaching nearest to the voking, than an amusing, kind. ideal it recommends. There is a mixture of high feeling Nathan for his “ critical, historical, theatrical

, political, and self-indulgence,—of ferocity and benevolence, even in and theological remarks!" But, though Heaven may forthe best Mussulman. Their creed knows nothing of re- give him for these, (intolerably inane as they are,) it is straint and self-denial, and thus all the energies of their impossible that Lord Byron ever can, for the interestnature grow up to their full strength.

ing conversations” he has published in his name ;—the The power of the Ottoman Empire is lodged in the very sweepings of the illustrious poet's mind !—the nohands of one, who, for the time of his sivay at least, is things which all men must say every day of their lives, obeyed in every thing. The rest of the nation may be but which Nathan “conned and got by rote,” and now

What is it possible that any man, divided into those whose sole trade is war, and those gives to the world ! whose business it is to feed and clothe them. The whole with such a name as Nathan, could know of Byron?

exempire, in short, is one vast encampment.

The precepts

cept, indeed, that a parrot once pecked at his lordship's of their religion enjoining the conquest of infidels; the toe, and that the author of “ Childe Harold” was par.

tial to crust! want of any engrossing employment at home; and the natural turbulence of their character, render war to them

Instead, however, of exposing Mr Nathan's imbecilia necessary of life. A kindred spirit in their rulers, and ties, which are so palpable, that we disdain the ignoble the necessity of employing in external aggression those un

task, we prefer culling the only things worth reading in ruly spirits, who would, if inactive, turn like ban-dogs The following relates to the pronunciation of Lord By

his book; and even these are nothing very extraordinary. and throttle each other, keep them perpetually at loggerheads with one nation or another. The Ottoman Empire is the thunder-cloud of nations-it exists but to explode, and tion with the noble author relative to the pronunciation of

“ This composition brings to my recollection a conversaafter a short calm to gather again into darkness. It has his name. His Lordship's family have differed; some callswallowed up in its career all the disorganized states which ing it Børon, others Byron. On bis entering the room, have come in collision with it; and the only countries while this was the subject of conversation, his own pronunwhich have stood firm against its aggressions, are those in ciation was asked, He replied, somewhat indifferently, which law and government were so established, that even “Both were right :' but catching the eye of a very beautiful when thrown into temporary confusion, there was, in the young lady near him, he said, Pray, madam, may I be common feeling, a principle of vitality which re-united ly.' Then, henceforward,' exclaimed his Lordship, · Bý.

allowed to ask which you prefer?' Oh, Býron, certainagain.

ron it shall be!' If the foregoing anecdote is illustrative of Such is, or rather such has been, the Ottoman Empire. his Lordship's attention to the fair sex, the following is, It rose and spread itself with the same rapidity as that of perhaps, not less characteristic of the poetical feeling which the Saracens and the Moguls. Its character was the same; usually accompanied his complimentary effusions of gallantthe principle of its success the same. Its greater perma- ry. At a party where his Lordship was present, a refernency is owing to this, that its founders transferred to world,' had given rise to a speculative argument on the

ence to those elegant lines commencing with, . If that high the laws the power of enforcing discipline, which in the probable nature of happiness in a future state, and occashorter-lived dynasties was attached only to the indivi- sioned a desire in one of the ladies to ascertain his Lorddual. It was the spirit of Othman and Amurath living ship's opinion on the subject; requesting, therefore, to

ron's name:




know what might constitute, in his idea, the happiness of the next world, he quickly replied, • The pleasure, madam, Geraldine of Desmond; or, Ireland in the Reign of Elizaof seeing you there.

beth, An Historical Romance. In three volumes.. The subjoined anecdote of Kean may amuse our read- London. Henry Colburn. 1829. " When Kean was first introduced to Lord Byron, his

GERALDINE of Desmond is evidently the work of an

author whose powers are considerably above par. Faults previous intercourse with retined society had been only limited, and, meeting the first poet of the age, he appeared it has, but they are compensated by the beauties which rather abashed in his presence, till the pleasing urbanity of crowd around them, and by the indications of mental cahis lordship's manner gave courage to the tragedian, and pabilities, both intellectual and imaginative, which prorendered him in a short time quite at his ease, and the mo- mise yet better things in future. ments passed in the most social manner. Kean, after re

The object at which the fair author aims is stated, in lating many anecdotes, with which Lord Byron was highly the Preface, to be the production of a modern historical delighted, performed a simple, but truly ludicrous exhibition, at which his lordship was convulsed with laughter, romance, possessing a character of solid excellence, and and threw himself back upon the sofa quite in ecstacy avoiding that slip-shod flimsy style, of which we have of Kean, with a burnt cork, painted the face and body of an late had so many specimens. This is a highly laudable opera-dancer upon the back part of his hand, and making object ; but, nevertheless, some of the most striking faults his two middle fingers represent the extremities, the upper of the book have originated in a partial misapprehension part the thighs, the lower part the legs, and having painted of this excellent principle. The historical romance takes the nails black to represent shoes, he wrapped his handker- for its subjects either persons who have figured in history, chief round his wrist as a turban: the dancer, thus completel, commenced an opera with great agility and effect;

or fictitious persons who are supposed to have lived duthe ludicrous attitudes and nimbleness of the fingers gave ring some interesting period of history. The great aim of such zest to the increased laughter, that his lordship encored the author ought to be to concentrate the interest on his the performance with the same enthusiastic rapture as if characters, and to introduce surrounding events, only with Kean had been actually engaged in Richard the Third.” a view of showing how they modify or illustrate the pe

There is something more worthy of preservation in the culiarities of the dramatis persona. Now, Miss Crumpe, two following songs, which have not before been pub- in her anxiety to give solidity to her work, has brought lished :

the state of the country far too prominently forward, by

which means, in the first place, she has deviated into the By Lord Byron.

province of political history; and, in the second, she has I speak not-I trace not-I breathe not thy name,

given to her background a force and prominence that subThere is grief in the sound-there were guilt in the fame; dues the figures in the foreground. This causes the inBut the tear which now burns on my cheek may impart

terest of the story to flag occasionally, especially in the The deep thought that dwells in that silence of heart. first volume, and the first half of the second. Another Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,

objection that we have to the book is, that the principle, Were those bours ;-can their joy or their bitterness cease? though good in itself, is too much forced upon our notice. We repent-we abjure—we will break from our chain, We see the labour which ought to be glossed over. The We must part-we must fy—to unite it again.

authoress is continually bracing her nerves to some great Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt;

exploit. This conscientious labour is the vital principle Forgive me, adored one-forsake if thou wilt ;

of a book, but it ought to rest unseen, like the foundation But the beart which I bear shall expire undebased, of a house, or like the inward workings of vegetable life, And man shall not break it—whatever thou mayest. visible only to the eye of the contemplative beholder in And stern to the haughty-but humble to thee,

the compactness of the building and the richness of the My soul in its bitterest blackness shall be ;

foliage, not bare like an anatomy, so that he who runs And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet, may read all-the hidden economy of nature. With thee by my side, than the world at our feet.

Having premised thus much with regard to the plan One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,

of the work, we add a word or two as to its execuShall tarn me or fix, shall reward or reprove;

tion. Miss Crumpe has brought to her task abundant And the heartless may wonder at all we resign,

stores of reading, reflection, and imagination. She is Thy lip shall reply not to them--but to mine.

evidently well versed in the history of Ireland, as was,

indeed, implied in our complaint that she had obtruded They say that Hope is happiness ;

it too much on our notice. Many of her occasional disBut genuine Love must prize the past,

quisitions afford proofs both of power and delicacy in inAnd Mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bliss

vestigating the recesses of the human heart; and there is They rose the first, they set the last;

a warm glow of poetry struggling through the whole book, And all that Memory loves the most,

and bursting forth, not unfrequently, in the most beautiful Was once our only hope to be ;

flashes. Our authoress, however, is not yet sufficiently And all that Hope adored and lost,

au fait in her profession, to have learned the art of maHath melted into Memory.

king all her abilities work with due subordination to each Alas! it is delusion all ;

other. The future cheats us from afar ;

The one or other of them starts every now and Nor can we be what we recall,

then into an undue prominence, which mars the harmony Nor dare we think on what we are.

and unity of the work. It may also be observed, that in The " Recollections” of Lady Caroline Lamb are, if she sometimes indulges in a strained language, which can

her anxiety to express her fervid ideas with equal warmth, possible, still more contemptible than those of Byron. scarcely be called English. As to the story, its scene is The following Epigram may serve as a specimen. It is laid in Ireland during the reign of Elizabeth. It naraddressed to her husband :

rates the feuds of two noble families, whose fate had beYes, I adore thee, William Lamb,

come interwoven with the political broils of their counBut hate to hear thee say, God d—:

try; and the misadventures of two ill-starred lovers, Frenchmen say English cry d-d-,

whose parents are at the head of the opposite factions, But why swear’st thou ?-thou art á Lamb !

We do not think that Miss Crumpe (would to Heaven People of genius should be careful whom they admit she had another name !) discovers a very acute perception into their society, for we can conceive of few things more of the outward differences of national or individual chaannoying, than to be tossed on the rack of a fool's ad- racter ; but if her personages want that air of reality miration, and held up to the public gaze as the object of which some novelists communicate to theirs, the loss is bis eulogium,

in a great measure, compensated by the high poetical feel


ing which is inherent in them, and a purity, such as could sermon will explain more fully the nature of the So. be communicated by woman's mind alone. We have ciety : room for only one extract. It describes, in vigorous “I cannot, perhaps, do better than state the object of the terms,

charity in the simple statement made in the third general

rule of the Society, which is as follows:- That the object THE DEATH OF AN IRISH CHIEF. Meanwhile the contest of O'Nial and Thurles conti- of this Society shall be, to give temporary relief to such nued within a few yards of the precipice that yawned out- provision is made by any of the existing institutions of pub

cases of distress in Edinburgh and its vicinity for which no side the chapel. They wrestled until they reached the very fic charity; more particularly, to assist strangers, who can edge of the cliff. At the moment when they did so, the Chief, in endeavouring to evade a well-directed stroke from satisfy the committee that their circumstances require aidhis opponent, made one false step, and staggering back, fell

to get them, and also those in Edinburgh who belong to disflat upon the ground. Thurles sprung forward, laid his

tant places, removed to their friends, or to where they have right foot on the chest of O'Nial, and holding the point the prospect of getting their wants supplied. The most par, of his sword above the body, gaspingly exclaimed,

ticular attention is paid to those discharged from the Royal

-“ Rash man! force me not to murder ! llesign the Lady Geral Infirmary.' And that the Society,” adds Mr Ramsay, dine, and I will spare your life.'

“ has fully performed this part of its intentions, so far as For a second there was stillness. The clear radiance of means have been afforded, will appear when I mention, the moon streamed full upon O'Nial, as he fixed the blaze that, during the last year, the number of cases visited and of his eye on the figure that stood over him. The Chief relieved amounts to 750, which, upon an average of the tain's body strained in a mighty but vain attempt to rise.

number in each family, will amount to between two or three His hair stood erect with rage as he fell back to the earth, have been enabled, in part or entirely from the funds of

thousand individuals. Of these, 227 were strangers, who and a sort of ghastly grin convulsed his face with an express the Society, to reach their homes.” sion of ironical scorn, that writhed him to torture, while the words,—" You spare me! You !” broke forth in a sti

We are glad to aid Mr Ramsay, and the other friends fied groan, like that of death's last agony.

of this institution, by giving, through the medium of our Your answer !" cried Lord Thurles, in a voice of thrill- pages, a more extended publicity to the laudable objects ing energy:

it has in view. “ See it !" gasped the Chief.

He felt about with his hand, drew a dagger from his vest, and aimed a furious plunge at his victor, before the latter MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE. was aware of the intent.

An involuntary start, which moved him some steps backward, saved our hero from the stroke. On seeing this,

THE RED COAT. O’Nial raised his hand still higher, uttered a second fiend. By John Malcolm, Author of " Scenes of War,” “ Tales like laugh, and, preferring death to submission, plunged the

of Field and Flood,gc. dagger through his own heart. An ejaculation of horror broke from Lord Thurles. Every feeling of his soul was The proudest and happiest day of my life-says the swallowed up by that of humanity, and he was in the act unpublished autobiography of Captain Gay-was not of springing back to wrench the weapon from his side, that on which I first received a bow from Lord B., and when O'Nial, perceiving the intention, in a transport of desperation, thrust both his hands into the clayey soil that

a smile from Lady C. as her carriage whirled past-nor was dabbled with his blood, and collecting all his strength that on which I first discovered, what I had long susin a last convulsive effort, the dying Chief heaved his body pected to be true, namely, that I was a genius--nor even so close to the edge of the precipice, that it fell over the that on which the hope that I was not indifferent to the brink, and, with an appalling sound, dropped heavily from object of my adoration was crowned with conviction, by point to point of the projecting rocks beneath.

her returning my emphatic squeeze of the hand. No, On the whole, this book is one which, with not a few reader! these were all doubtless happy days—too happy faults, does credit both to the head and heart (we cannot ever to return; but the proudest and happiest one of my find a more original phrase) of its authoress.

life was that on which I found myself fixed, as by a spell,

in a reverie of self-admiration before a huge mirror, worThe Nature and Obligations of Christian Benevolence, a

shipping my own image as it first met my eye, arrayed in Sermon, preached in St John's Episcopal Chapel,

a red coat; and the deepest transport with which I ever Edinburgh, on Sunday, 15th December 1828, when a

gazed upon a fair girl was faint indeed to what I felt Collection was made in aid of the Funds of the Edin- upon that blessed occasion, while surveying my own fair burgh Benevolent and Strangers' Friend Society. By

self from top to toe. As attitude is every thing, I, that the Reverend E. B. Ramsay, B.A. F.R.S. E., &c. morning, devoted several hours to the study of the graces Assistant Minister of St John's Chapel. Edinburgh. -and practised, at my rehearsal in private, what I in8vo. 1829.

tended to act in public. I then held imaginary conver

sations with ladies of rank-handed them their fans, It is pleasing to think that the humane and generous which they had dropt, with an air altogether irresistible institutions which exist among us have always found promenaded them to the dinner table—bowed them to able and eloquent advocates to bring their claims before their carriages—and spouted extempore verses composed the public. Mr Ramsay, in the discourse before us, has for future occasions. proved that few could have pointed out, with more effect, My red coat was to me a mantle of inspiration, promptthe merits of the excellent institution in whose behalf the ing a thousand romantic visions of “love and glory”-of sermon was preached. Mr Ramsay's talents as a clergy- laurels won in the battle and the ball-room and of conman are well known in this city; as well as his un- quests over England's foes and England's fair. wearied zeal in the discharge of his duties, honourable at I had obtained my appointment in consequence of the all times, but especially praiseworthy in a man of birth retirement of an old subaltern, disgusted with a service and family. We sincerely recommend this discourse, in which he had grown grey; but which, in other rewhich is now published in the hope of aiding, by its sale, spects, had left him without any memorials except his the funds of the Society for which it was preached. We wounds and half-pay. know of few institutions which have greater claims on Upon the eventful day of which I have been speaking, the generous and bumane. At first established by a few he met me at the gate of the barracks occupied by my philanthropic individuals, it has been the means of afford regiment, and thus accosted me :-“ Young man, make ing relief to many who might otherwise have perished the most of this day, and enjoy it as you can--it is deswant. It is a Society which belongs to no religious tined to be the happiest of your life. I have only had party: the widow, the fatherless, the stranger, and the two happy ones in the course of sixty years the one destitute, of all creeds and countries, are objects of its was, that on which I put on a red coat for the first, and care. The following extract from Mr Ramsay's able the other, that on which I put it off for the last time."

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