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notes it down as the equivalent for the influence which he seeks to obtain-not because he can wield power, but because even senility is flattered by the appearance of its possession.
THE REPRESENTATIVE OF MAJESTY ;
Or, the Bog-trotting Viceroy. .“ Sir, you are impudent and contumacious ;
“ Remember, rogue, to give me your salute : " Your manners, rascal, ought to be as gracious
« To me as to the king, you ragged brute !
_" You represent him !-you a king, bed !
THE SOFA. No. VII.
SCENE-A Room in the VINE. WILLIAM HERON AND A CRONY. W. H.-Well, in another week, Charley will sit under his own vine, instead of sheltering beneath this one; and as for the fig-tree part of the figure, it will be in his not caring a fig henceforth for us or for our bachelor festivities !
Crony. -I thought this had been the week of his marriage ?
W. H.-The week intended first, but the illness of a near relative postponed more journeys than mine to the south.
Crony. He will not be able to see Kean here?
W. H.-No; but he writes me that he saw him in Ayr, whither the great man-“great let me call him,” “though but five feet six "-was transported in a steam-boat, which Seymour most spiritedly sent to Rothsay for that purpose alone.
Crony.—He had been at his villa, then?
W. H.-Yes; and, with the exception of a former three days' sojourn, for the first time for two years.
Crony.-I marvel much at that; for a more lovely seclusion -a spot of greater beauty-amid a wilderness t00-I never beheld.
W. H.-Your use of the word seclusion should diminish your wonder. It is indeed an exquisite retirement, fit for a man wearied of the world-or very much in love with his wife, (Charles, by the bye, means to ask the loan of it for a month next summer,) but I fear Ennui takes its seat upon yon exquisite little chairs in the reading-closet next to the drawing-room, nay, even lolls upon the classical couches, and peeps through the muslin window-draperies there.
Crony.—But I am sure could never find a refuge in the dining-room below, with its simple sideboard, gaucy gardevine, and bachelor's tea-caddy.
W. H.-You seem intimate with its accommodations, Tom.
Crony.-Not very much so. I passed two very happy hours, however, up stairs, this summer-waltzing in the drawingroom, and chattering with the old housekeeper, in her own parlour.
W. H.-Will you have a board of oysters, now the months of r. r. have set in?
Crony. With all my heart. Had Kean good houses at Ayr?
W. H.-Ay, and at Kilmarnock too; even in that most religious of blue-bonnet and night-cap making towns. In both, the boxes were filled with the “ Beauty and Fashion," such as it is, of the place.
Crony.--Such as it is ! Remember Burns' words respecting Ayr.
W. H.-Yes; and the folks of that place refusing to patronise “ The Ant,” because it did not uphold Miss Foote as a vestal likewise! .
Crony.- Has any good resulted from the Letter to the Lord Provost?
W. H.-Yes ;-a farther proof of the apathy of Glasgow and its magnates to every thing intellectual, has been furnished ; and Seymour has had another opportunity afforded him of showing how much his enterprise surpasses - their patronage. The moment that that man, whose acting needs no adventitious aid, has left us, he paints anew the whole front of the house at his own charge.
Crony.-- These Lough Foyle fellows are capital. We must have some gin.-(Enter gin at the door, and exit at the lips, in pursuit of a “native.")
W. H.-Your hair is absurdly elegant to-night. Have you been at " Le Grand Museum d'Artistes pour Couper Les Cheveux, et faire Les Ornaments à Cheveux, et Les Peruques Pa. tente, pour le Roi G. IV. D'Angletterre ? "
Crony.-Yes, once; but I thought myself disfigured as much as the front wall is by the companions to the signboard you quote.
W. H.-It is an odd specimen of “ Foreign Literature" that, and should have been noticed by your friend in his recent review of its journal.
Crony.-I observe that that most extraordinary work, Mariner's Tonga Islands, originally in an expensive shape, can now be had for seven shillings, as two volumes of Constable's Miscellany.
W. H.-Yes; and with new matter, and in an improved state. It forms one of the most extraordinary chapters in the history of Human Nature; while it is as interesting as a romance, and obviously as simply true as narrative can be. Lord Byron made good use of it in his “ Island," and I know that Charles had a poem on the Hoonga Cavern sketched out even before that appeared.
Crony. And the best of it is, that its original author may be seen in a broker's office in London, quietly seated at his desk, any day between ten and four, as sedate as if he had never drank cava, or councilled king Finow.
W. H.-Did you hear Dr. Chalmers to-day?
Crony.—No; but I certainly shall on Sabbath, as he preaches in his own old pulpit twice on that day.
W. H.-Would he had never forsaken it! The genius of such men is public property, and ought to be exerted not merely in the sphere most agreeable to its possessor, but in that most akin to its nature. In pulpit eloquence he stands aloneand should there have stood.
Crony.— I trust he will yet resume the Geneva, and lay aside the professor's gown.
W. H.While his plans are benefitting the eastern suburbs, what think you of the sages of Anderston instituting a fair and its follies, to demoralize the western districts two days in the year?
Crony.--Mr. Martin's act should be enforced against the whole town council, at the instance of the poor pig that they advertised was to have its tail torn for the amusement of the lieges.
W. H-I laughed more at their visit to the “ shows," than at a story I lately heard of two poor idiots who sung a psalm every night, and on coming to the 119th, after a two hours' chaunt, involuntarily exclaimed, “ Hegh, that's a lilt!”
Crony. And I, than at the visit of an old Scottish lady to the china-shops of London, in search after the there unknown utensils called “a pourie and a shilpin-dish," who, when a tureen was placed before her, ordered away the “lang bowl,” as an unsightly article! Their proclamation was as diverting as an epitaph I saw t’other day on a smuggler,
Here I lies,
Killed by the x ii. W. H.-But hark! there's Harum's “Rant” actually sung as a street-ballad :-that is popularity! Let us out and hear it.
SATURDAY, 29th SEPTEMBER, 1827.
CHRONOLOGICAL AND BIBLIOGRAPHICAL
CATALOGUE OF LITERARY PERIODICAL WORKS PUBLISHED IN GLASGOW DURING THE PRESENT CENTURY.
1801-2. Poetry Original and Selected. — Although perhaps hardly coming within an enumeration of the periodical works of this century, yet during these years was completed this work in four volumes, begun at the close of the previous one. It resembled Dodsley's famous collection in its plan, and also in its being edited by its, publishers, Messrs. Brash & Reid. It contained many pieces of merit from the pens of both these gentlemen, the latter of whom is known as a copious and popular writer, as the former is by the few who can trace his unclaimed productions, as an elegant and tasteful one. It chiefly consisted of selections, but, among its original articles, has pieces of Mayne and Lochore in Scottish verse, which equal any thing of M‘Niel or Wilson. It is now extremely scarce.
1805. Glasgow Repository.-A monthly magazine, four numbers of which were published at a shilling each. We never have been able to get a glimpse of one of them, although six hundred of No. I. were printed, and we are constant frequenters of the snuff shops of the city.
1805-6. The Selector.--This work was avowedly what its title implied—a selection; yet it contained now and then original pieces, most of which were by a clever, reckless fellow called Fulton, and several by Iannahill. Its conductor was Mr. William Maver, better known as being also editor of a miniature edition of Johnson's Dictionary.