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without its opening to devour me! And Another wilder legend supposes that shall a mortal oppose my purpose ? he was snatched from death by the Daione

"" He raves, alas !' said Catharine. Shie, or fairy-folk, and that he continues • Haste to call some help. He will not to wander through wood and wild, armed harm me; but I fear he will do evil to like an ancient Highlander, but carrying himself. See how he states down on the his sword in his left hand. The phantom roaring waterfall !'

appears always in deep grief. Soinetimes “ The glee-woman hastened to do as he seems about to attack the traveller, she was ordered ; and Conachar's half but, when resisted with courage, always frenzied spirit seemed relieved by her ab- flies. These legends are founded on two

** Catharine,' he said, ' now peculiar points in his story—his evincing she is gone, I will say I know thee I timidity, and his committing suicide, both know thy love of peace and hatred of of them circumstances unexampled in the

But hearken-I have, rather than history of a Mountain Chief. strike a blow at my enemy, given up al! “When Simon Glover, having seen that a man calls dearest — I have lost hon. his friend Henry duly taken care of in our, fame, and friends; and such friends! his own house in Curfew Street, arrived (he placed his hands before his face,), that evening at the Place of Campsie, he -Oh! their love surpassed the love of found his daughter extremely ill of a woman! Why should I hide my tears ? fever, in consequence of the scenes to -All know my shame-all should see which she had lately been a witness, and my sorrow. Yes, all might see, but who particularly the catastrophe of her late would pity it ? Catharine, as I ran like a playmate. The affection of the glee madman down the strath, man and woman maiden rendered her so attentive and carecalled shame on me!

-The beggar to ful a nurse, that the Glover said it should whom I lung an alms that I might pur- not be his fault if she ever touched lute chase one blessing, threw it back in disc again, safe for her own amusement. gust, and with a curse upon the coward ! “ It was some time here Simon ventuEach bell that tolled rung out, Shame on red to tell his daughter of Henry's late the recreant caitiff! The brute beasts in exploits, and his severe wounds. their lowing and bleating—the wild winds « Catharine sighed deeply, and shook in their rustling and howling—the hoarse her head at the history of bloody Palm waters in their dash and roar, cried, Out Sunday, on the North Inch. Bút appaupon the dastard !

rently she had reflected that men rarely “While the unhappy youth thus raved advance in civilization or refinement a rustling was heard in the bushes. beyond the ideas of their own age, and ""There is but one way,' he exclaimed, that a headlong and exuberant courage, springing upon the parapet, but with a like that of Henry Smith, was, in the terrified glance towards the thicket, iron days in which they lived, preferable through which one or two attendants were to the deficiency which had led to Conastealing, with the purpose of surprising char's catastrophe. It she had any doubts him. But the instant he saw a human on the subject they were removed in due form emerge from the cover of the tincket, time by Henry's protestations, so soon as he waved his hands wildly over his head, restored health enabled him to plead his and shrieking out · Bas air Eachin!' plunged down the precipice into the ra- « I should blush to say, Catharine, that ging cataract beneath.

I am even sick of the thoughts of doing « It is needless to say, that aught save battle. Yonder last field showed carnage thistledown must have been dashed to enough to glut a tiger. I am therefore pieces in snch a fall. But the river was resolved to hang up my broad-sword, swelled, and the remains of the unhappy never to be drawn more unless against thé youth were never seen. A varying ira enemies of Scotland ! dition has assigned more than one sup- or And should Scotland call for it,' plement to the history. It is said by one said Catharine, “I will buckle it round account, that the young captain of Clan you.'. Quhele swam safe to shore, far below the " • And, Catharine,' said the joyful Linns of Campsie ; and that, wandering Glover, we will pay largely for soul disconsolately in the deserts of Rannoch, masses for those who have fallen by he met with Father Clement,, who had Henry's sword; and that will not only taken up his abode in the wilderness as à cure spiritual flaws, but make us friends hermit, on the principle of the old Cul- with the Church again. dees. He converted, it is said, the heart- “ Henry and Catharine were married broken penitent Conachar, who lived within four months after the battle of the with him in his cell, sharing his devotion North Inch, and never did the corpora and privations, till death removed thein in tions of the glovers and hammermen trip succession.

own cause.


their sword-dance so featly as at the wed- Do those we reckon of his near acquaintance, ding of the_boldest burgess and brighest Mourn for his fate, and, sighing, case their

bodies maiden in Perth. Ten months after a

In the grim mockery of black exterior, gallant infant filled the well-spread cradle, which the heart owns not, and the judgment and was rocked by Louise to the tune


A fancied refuge from a keener woe! of

Nor do they, then, hide from the light of day
Bold and True,

And melancholy court !-
In bonnet blue.

In all these changes Nature seems to work
The names of the boy's sponsors are And she forbids the sigh, that will, perchance,
recorded as “ Ane Hie and Michty Strive t escape its mental prison, and
Lord, Archibald Erl of Douglas, ane

Breathe forth its sorrowing tale ! Each change

but toldHonorabil and gude Knight, Schir Pa

A tale of grandeur, truth, and comfort joined, trick Charteris of Kinfaunr, and ane gra, Of one great progress, one continued chain, cious Princess, Marjory Dowaire of his of all commencing, changing, and improving, Serene Highness Robert umquhile Duke La the grand scheme of a benign existence ! of Rothsay.' Under such patronage, a

Death adds another link, which joins short

time family rises fast; and several of the

To long eternity; for Death is nought most respected houses in Scotland, but But one step further in a man's existence ! especially in Perthshire, and many indi- Were it, indeed, complete annihilation

From off creation's page, or endless sleep; viduals, distinguished both in arts and Then, with some show of reason, we might arms, record with pride their descent from

grieve, the Gow Chrom and the Fair Maid of When we found those we lived but for to love Perth.”

Sinking from our embrace : though, scarcely

Seeing that life is granted for a space,
A little space of time, and not for ever ;

Scarce, even then, would reason tolerate

A useless grief:-but while we have the blest,
The full assurance of a brighter morn,

Rising when Death's dark night is past and
What art thou Death!
That we should tremble as we hear thy name

And know, for certain, that the dying pang, Thrill on the ether; or that we, in haste,

The parting anguish, that the trav’ller feels, Should shudder from the chamber of our

Is but the fare he pays for a conveyance, thoughts

That will conduct him to the realms of joy, At thy bare mention? Why does the idea

Content and Peace, which all his life he Of thine extensive reign bring the long sigh

sought From off the burdened mind? or why do men

There is no greater cause to grieve the mind Deem thee their enemy?

When each one dies, than when he wanders on

To boyhood, youth, to manhood, or to age ! . The infant grows,

R. JARMAN. Plies fast his powers, strengthens every nerve, And, leaving far behind the childish lisp, Enters on boyhood :-then, no tears are shed, No moan of friends proclaims the wondrous change,

REMARKS ON THE SATIRE OF No sorrow fills the parent's breast with an

EMINENT ENGLISH AUTHORS. guish! The boy hastes onward with a firmer tread, Up the steep hill of life ; and, grasping fast

Savage was a man of a superior class, The hopes of coming manhood, stands, where but he was a villain. He was made

youth Greets him with laughter :-then, who weeps so either by nature or his stars. Yet he to find

must have had a strong semblance of Th' adventurer advanced upon his journey?

some virtue, since Samuel Johnson loved And when, more near the summit of the as.

him--for Samuel would not have loved cent, Matured in body, and in mind renewed, a man merely on account of his talents. He starts-a Man !--for higher destination, There was, however, a sympathy of And hurries forward, with a bolder step,

situation and condition; for they were Towards the villa of glad Happiness, In nearer distance view'd:-who, then, begins both poor, and necessity, as often and as To lengthen out the woeful countenance, much as choice, made them stroll togeAnd dim the eyes tears ? None are so mad; ther-moralizing and philosophizing, The veriest fool that vegetates on earth Knows wisdom better than to fret at this ;

yet, we fear, not always so--up and down And spies a pleasure in the alteration ! the midnight streets and lanes, and alleys And, when Time leads him through th' estate of London. It was just as well that the

of Age, Where rugged paths through flow'rless meads that house of ill-fame, when, in a doubt

Lexicographer was not with Savage in appear, And the poor mortal tired, and fatigued, ful brawl, he became a stabber, afterFainting with langour, fears the wish'd forwards condemned to die on the scaffold.

spot, Far yet beyond him, 's farther than he'll reach Savage showed the blackness of his heart And sickens at the thought I-not, even then,

in his conduct to the Countess of Mac.



clesfield, whom, if he indeed believed of the Wanderer sinks dowu dwarfed into her to be his mother, he treated as un- the obscurest name. Cowper was a man, naturally as he accused her of treating not only of the finest and profoundest himself; and in that case like mother like sensibilities, but of very strong passions,

But though Savage was no doubt which, cruelly thwarted and disappointed, somebody's bastard, he was not the bas- and defrauded of their just joy in very tard of that lady, as Boswell has proved ; early youth, shook the whole constitution and we hope, for his own sake, that he of his being, and tainted it with melannever thought he was ; in which case, he choly and with madness, or aggravated was not an unnatural monster, but merely and brought out the hereditary disease. an audacious swindler. A swindler he His later life-indeed almost all his life, certainly was; and his insolent ingrati- after he had reached the prime of mantude to Pope, who either relieved him in hood-was so calm and quiet in its onprison, or kept him out of it-we forget goings to the outward eye, and for the which

the detail, we think, is in one of most part was really so indeed ;-The our friend D'Israeli's admirable books hearth, at which he and Mrs. Unwin sat was of itself quite enough to show his-the Mary, whose tender affection and character in its real and odious light. its uncommon ties his genius has conseSuch a man could never have been a crated and immortalized-burned with great satirist. His own conscience could such a seemingly cheerful and tender uni. never have been sufficiently at ease to formity except when disturbed by thoughts allow him to chastise the crimes or vices of for which at times there was no relief, not others; for it may be laid

wn as a

even the voice from Heaven ;-The Poet general rule, admitting no exceptions, was so devoted to his flowers, and his that a great satirist must be a good man. hot-house plants, and his pigeons and his Yet there are admirable lines in Savage, rabbits, that is, to everything fair or

harmless in animate or inanimate nature ;

His intercourse with the world was so “Conceived in rapture, and with fire begot.” small, it being like that of some benevo

lent hermit who had sought refuge in reAnd,

tirement from the troubles that beset him “ No tenth transmitter of a foolish face." in society, without being in the least an

ascetic, or his sympathies being either You think you see the young Esquire deadened or narrowed with the human and his long line of ancestors and his beings living in another sphere;-All his posterity too, for the Face will continue more serious studies, (we make no alluto be handed down, depend upon it, till sion to his religion, which was more than death destroys a direct descendant before serious, always solemn, and too often he has had time to propagate ; and a ne- dreadful,) were of a kind so remote from phew or cousin steps in to vary a little the the every-day interests of the passing time physiognomy at the Hall, though the and even from the intellectual pursuits same dull, dead, large, grey goggle eye, most popular and most powerful, for good remains ungouged ; and in a few descents or for evil, in the world which he had so the Face will to a moral certainty re-ap- nearly forsaken ;-His ambition and love pear in its pristine foolishness. Savage, of fame, which though deep, and strong, besides, was probably something of a and pure, and high, because they were scholar, though Johnson's fine philoso- born and sustained by the consciousness phical biography of him must be read of genius, that, beyond all things else, rewith many salvoes; for nothing is more joiced in interpreting the word of God, as common than for men of great acquire- it is written in the fair volume of nature, ments to transfer, in a fit of enthusiasm and in the book which reveals what in for some unworthy associate, the glory nature is hidden, and beyond all finding that is in themselves alone, to one whose out, were so linked with holy undertaendowments may be considerable, but kings and achievements in which God who, on the whole, is but a very inferior alone should be glorified, that they seem character. Yet Savage is a sort of name to be hardly compatible with any permain English literature ; and the Wanderer nent design of busying himself with drawis a vigorous, and, had he been an ho- ing pictures of passions rife in common nest man, would have been a pathetic existence, so as to embody moral instruccomposition.

tion in a satirical form ; -Altogether there Different from Savage as light from seems something so soft, so sweet, so delidarkness was Cowper as a moral creature, cate, so tender, almost so fragile in the and as an intellectual one so infinitely his peculiar structure of his bodily frame,-a superior, that by the side of the immortal spirit of cohesion among all his faculties author of the Task, the transitory writer both of thought and feeling so very unworldly and such a refinement of man. now that the hand of heaven seems stretners about him as may not be called fas- ched forth to avenge and destroy.

There tidiousness, but rather a shrinking timi- is nothing in Byron of such sustained dity, so that, like the sensitive plant, he majesty as Cowper's Expostulation with was as it were, paralized by the least this Queen of the Cities of the earth-nor touch of rudeness, and, perhaps unknown even in Wordsworth. In a comparison to his own heart, courted retirement the or parallel between these two great bards, more to escape the chance of such shocks Cowper and Wordsworth, which we inas carelessness or coarseness often unin- tendere long to attempt, we shall vententionally inflict That we are not ture on some quotations even from the prepared to think of such a being, if such poetry of the author of the Task, for we Cowper were, standing forth a satirist of believe that by the Task he is chiefly the follies and absurdities of his kind, no known; nor is it wrong, or wonderful, less than their worst and most flagrant that he should be—but assuredly in his delinquencies, and to see him with a bold earlier poems, there is more of the vivida grasp shaking the blossom of the full-vis anima, even of the Mens Divinior, blown sins of the People. Yet this Cow- although for reasons that will be after per did ; and his satire is sublime. There wards given to those who wish or want is not anywhere that we know of in the them, they never can be so incorporated language such satires as his Table Talk, with the read poetry of England. Even Progress of Error, Truth, Expostulation, as a personal satirist--that is the satirist of Hope, Charity, Conversation, Retirement particular vices, as they are exhibited in Perhaps we ought to call those composic individual characters whose portraits are tions by some other name, for they are unsparingly drawn, we know of nobody full of almost all kinds of the noblest poe- with whom Cowper may not take rank, try. Never were the principles of the while, as a general satirist of that mystereal wealth of nations more grandly ex- rious compound of good and evil, Man, pounded, illustrated, and enforced we know nobody who may take rank with national honour, faith, freedom, patriot- him,- for spleen, rancour, bile, in his ism, independence, religion, all sung in loftiest moods, he has none,-there is a magnificent strains, kindled alternately profound melancholy often mingling with by the pride and indignation of a Briton, his ire, for he knows that he too is of the exulting in, or ashamed of, the land of same blind race, whom he upbraids with saints and heroes. No want of individual their folly and their wickedness; he hates portraits of fools, knaves, and even ruf- sin, but he loves and pities the sinner ; fians. The same man, who was well his is not the railing of sanctimonious satisfied to sit day after day beside an pride, but as a Christian, he feels that he elderly lady, sewing caps and tippets, • does well to be angry;"_his Morality except when he was obliged to go and is always pure and high, but his Religion water the flowers, or feed the rabbits, is a power purer and higher far-its derose up, when Poetry came upon him, nunciations are altogether of a different sinewy and muscular as a mailed man nature, appealing to other fears, and dallying for a while with a two-edged other hopes, and other sanctions; and in sword, as if to try its weight and temper, the spirit of religion alone will any satire when about to shear down the Philistines. ever be poured from the lips of man, Cowper goes forth in his holy ire like a which, because of its influence on human man inspired and commissioned. You happiness and virtue, may be named see his soul glowing and burning with sacred, holy, divine, and enrolled among fires kindled on the altar of religion. He the other records of Immortal Song. comes strong from the study of the old To Cowper, Byron, as a satirist, was prophets. And in some of his most maga far inferior in divine energy. Indeed his nificent marches, you think that you hear energy in that department, so far from the Bible transformed into another shape being divine, was intensely human, and of poetry, the essence being the same, nor in that intensity lay its power, often great are the sacred strains profaned by being and triumphant, but irregular and misdisounded to a lyre smote hy such a hand rected, and just as often defeating itselfa hand uplitted duly, many times and the chief emotions produced in our mind oft, besides night and morn, in prayer, being pain to see such noble gifts abused and ever " open as day to melting cha-indignation at the recklessness of his rity.. How he sheds sudden day into injustice,-and in some striking instances, the midnight darkness of London, lying a high sympathy with the scorn of the bare with all her sins and iniquities ! men vainly imagined by him to be his The dark City quakes as she is suddenly victims-but, in truth, unscathed, in their brightened, and stands confessed in all genius and virtue, by the charges that, her guilt, in which she dares not to glory, though launched in lightning, either fall

harmless at their feet, and expire in smoke, keen wit—and it requires original genius or recoil dangerously on him from whose to render tolerable intolerance. Of fine, unhallowed hand they had been let loose, free, flowing, fearless, joyous, extravaand bring the hurt and ignominy which gant, horse-playing, horse-laughing, were designed for theirs, on his own head horse-funking, insane and senseless mad to the entire satisfaction of the world humour, not one single drop, not one looking on the unprovoked assault, and single gleam, not one single “ nicher,” for a whie fearful of the issue. It is a ever moistened, or irradiated, or shook the numbling-a shocking—a revolting sight pages of that staid, sober, solemn, stately, —to see a man of transcendent endow. King_Church-and Constitution Period ments, like Byron, vulgarly abusing the ical. The ghastly editor grinned as he genius from which, in the highest inspi- cut up the grubs, like a grim insect-butration of his poetry, he delights to bor. cher, instead of smiling like a suave row; to hear him expressing hatred and entomologist. Your true naturalist, hascorn of those men who had taught him ving first smoked his beetle to death, pins so much of what was wise, and good, and him down in the glass case with a pleagreat, in his own thoughts and feelings; sant countenance, a preparation undisfiand but for whom his own works, glo- gured, though pierced through the spine rious as they are, had been less glorious ; by a small thin, sharp, bright, polished the wanderings of the “ Noble Childe spear, labelled with the creature's scienhimself, “ musing by flood and fell,” had tific name. Obright blue sunny spring been less sublime ; and Nature herself, to and summer skies, why hunt butterflies his eyes, as a poet, in a great measure, a with the same truculent physiognomy, sealed book. But the soul within him the same sly stealth, and the same bold was easily disturbed and distracted, and eap, with which, in the deserts of Africa, his ear had been poisoned. Left to his you would attack a tiger roaring against own natural thoughts and feelings, which, you with a tufted tail, come ten or twenty in his solemn honrs, were always great, feet high? Why treat an ass as if he or akin to greatness, Byron would have were a lion ? A dragon-fly is not a worshipped the genius of the living with dragon. Mr. Merry was not an Avatar, much of the religion with which he wor- descending in his Tenth Incarnation to shipped the genius of the dead. But his destroy the world-Mrs. Mary Robinson moral being was assailed from many though certainly not the thing, was yet quarters and nature's best affections and not the Lady of Babylon, with her hellpassions, by his own fault, by the fault of red petticoat and cap of abominations, in another, by the fault of the world, and by her sinful and city-sinking hand. Yet evil fortune, seemed at last to be turned the crabbed, elderly, retired little stuagainst him, --so that Byron, in the blaze dious gentleman, was as proud of his of fame, and all the glory of genius, did Bæviad and Mæviad, as if, like another feel,-he has himself confessed it, -as if Hercules, he had scoured of robbers the excommunicated ! No wonder, then, inside and the outside of the whole world. perhaps, that his satire was reckless and Then it is one thing, we shrewdly susbitter-his merriment often outrageous pect, to be the translator of Juvenal and because that of an unhappy man. But Persius, and another thing to be those his genius seldom, though sometimes, de- gentlemen themselves-just, too, as it is serted him, to whatever unworthy tasks it one thing for a true poet of the olden time might be reduced. It remained faithful to have composed, in a fit of inspiration of with him to the last; nor was its power passion, that elegiac song of almost un, or inspiration abated, but with the dying endurable pathos, struggles of the poor expatriated poet, closing his eyes afar off from friendship “ I wish I were where Helen lies, and love from all kindred, and from the Day and night on me she cries,". face of the young vision

and another thing for a false poetaster of " Ada, sole dau hter of his house and heart ?" the new time to bave scribbled in a sort of

waspish grief, very like anger, an imitaGifford, we suppose, was not a bad tion thereof, as inferior in beauty to the satirist; but of his powers it is hard to original, as William Gifford's housejudge, for we know not how to distin- keeper, no doubt a worthy woman in her guish between his own gall, his own bile, way, inclined to corpulency, and with his own spleen, and those same charming hair too, too red, was inferior to Adam commodities furnished to him by others Fleming's Lady-Love, the Flower of by choice contributors to the Quarterly. Kirk-Connel, tall and graceful as the Few satirical articles in the Quarterly have lily or the hare-bell, the blue-bell of been of much merit-bitter bigotry is not Scotland, that on its airy stalk is beloved:

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