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A WEEK'S DIARY OF A SIGHT SEE-ER;
A Peep through a Gold Eye-Glass. Sunday. Went to St. John's in the afternoon-admirable sermon-always so, I think, when its minister preaches. His eloquence has not “ The torrent's smoothness ere it dash below," but it has its irresistible force. A charge was delivered to an elder, ordained for the purpose of becoming what at least one-half of our missionaries should be-a practical pioneer of civilization and Christianity. One thing omitted in it—the necessity of his taking a wife with him--some ladies present at least thought so.
Monday.-Saw, at the Broomielaw, Captain Weddell's little barque which he navigated amid the islands where never prow before had steered—Size of a coasting sloop-Little ships have often made
* The inhabitants of climates where the sun is vertical, it is well known, are shadowless,
great discoveries-Frobisher's and Hudson's were not larger-Mr. Barrow should not let his own Polar notions intercept the natural attraction of national patronage for scientific merit and intrepid daring. Scoresby would not then have been in any other “ Orders” than the Admiralty's, nor Weddell without an epaulette or a nameisland. --Evening. Accepted M. Chabert's invitation to supper on phosphorus, nitric acid, and boiling oil—declined, however, to be helped, but insisted that my reluctance shonld not interfere with his appetite. Unlike Will Waddell, he thrives not over, but in, the oven, being fat, French, and forty-Has bought a villa on Mount Hecla, but regrets that he did not prefer the larger volcano in Owhyhee--Salamanders no joke-No wonder coals are up-Royal Society should send him for Empedocles' slipper-Fine study for a painting to illustrate Shelley's Gheber, or Moore's Lalla Rookh. Memo. Sundry bashful gentlemen peeping at the side-slips, but could Make nought on't there, I presume, as Mrs. Mangeon's breadth was between them and “ he of the heart of fire”- they looked indeed rather afraid that they were to be the next morsel must be roasted first, and then perhaps, like crab-apples, they may hiss instead of hatch. - Ran from the show to the theatre to hear Miss Pearson. She is acquiring that confidence which, added to her power, will make her to an audience, as she must have long been to her friends, a delightful singer.
Wednesday.-To Henderson's Gallery-busy-couldn't get beside his easel-something good upon it surely-stole a peepcharming family-group of laughing urchins with happy facesno man can paint children better- Popped into Witte's, and bought a ticket for his sale--think I must be sure of something good should like to get his Canaletti.
Thursday.—Dined in the Ram's Horn-Hugh is the civilest of waiters, and his steak the finest of rump.-Evening. Married gentlemen somehow or other think differently from bachelors on duelling-heard a paper eloquent as a sermon, interesting as a chapter of chivalry, and almost convincing about it. Memo. Won't fightafter I get married. To Mr. Knowles's Lecture on the Stage and upon its Oratory-Too late for the grammatical introduction, but am told it was excellent-Odd that a poet should be also a profound philologist and first-rate instructor in grammar-Would attend his class if he, in teaching " Composition,” could make me write another “ Virginius" - Wonder if his “ Imitation" be large, for he recalled the soul, as it were, of actors, as he illustrated their style, while he yet never condescended to copy their tones— Wish I were a boy again to be his pupil—I would as soon have been Master Mackay that night as the Bailie himself, for he deservedly got as much applause as ever did his namesake, in supporting his part in the first act of Julius Cæsar, which was admirably gone through by all.
Friday.-Lowe's Ball. Brilliant house-proud mothers-happy fathers-tired cousins-wearied friends and unwearied master with inexhaustible pupils.
Saturday.—The luckiest day of the week-Saw the “ OneLegged Bookbinder," who asked me for something to drink, and smoked the scheme of the contents of the next Number of “ The Ant !”
THE HERON CORRESPONDENCE. No. IX.
CHARLES HERON TO HENRY WHITE, EDINBURGH.
Glasgow, Hope-Street. My Dear HAL., I know not how I shall thank you for the treat which the early perusal of the copy of Mr. Brougham's Discourse " Of the Pleasures and Advantages of Science" afforded me. It is a wonderful evidence of the versatility, discipline, and compass of his master mind. “ Simple as the outline of a square-complete as the circumference of a circle ; calm, severe, and, I doubt not, almost as imperishable as sculpture.” With the whole range of science he is acquainted, and in almost all its branches familiar. Perhaps it is in Chemistry alone where he is not here perfectly at his ease. The deligbt which you procured me, however, of seeing it before any one else in Glasgow, was too selfish to be permanent in my bosom, I trust, and is now replaced by the diffusive pleasure, that through that noble doric portico to the temple of science which I entered, hundreds and hundreds are now passing ;-in plainer words, that Robertson & Atkinson, my booksellers, have had plenty of copies, and that the demand for them has been prodigious. Indeed I hardly recollect of any work of its size, apart from mere political brochures, having ever made such a sensation in Glasgow, where, to the honour of the Tories be it spoken, many of the noblest of them have come forward to join their Whig brethren in becoming members of the society from whom it emanates. Another topic has even more engrossed the interest, while it had exclusive possession of the mere gossip of the influential part of the public here, during last week; so much, indeed, engaging universal attention to a question, partly literary, as to make me almost fancy myself among those of “ The Stove School," instead of being in the Coffee-Room of a City of Traders. So soon as the author of 6. The Pleasures of Hope” was elected Lord Rector of his own Alma Mater, the inhabitants of his native eity so simultaneously and unanimously felt that the cheering welcome of a public dinner was a proper testimonial of their pride and his merits, that no one doubted it would be given to him on his installation in April, under the most brilliant auspices; and a literary festival, such as you often but we never have had, was anticipated. This, I fear, will not now take place. The demon of party has said--No! One portion of the Whigs feeling that Campbell was an honour to their faith, and that
it was the spirit of manly Opposition which had given him his gown, insisted that the dinner should be given him as a Politician. Another said, by doing so they would necessarily exclude hundreds of liberal Tories and indifferent middlemen, who yet would crowd to do homage, as citizens of Glasgow, to the most distinguished of their number now alive ; and upon this dif. ference of opinion, the project has perhaps split in pieces, and the author of the “ Battle of the Baltic," the < Exile of Erin,” and “ Ye Mariners," will, unless a better feeling take place, leave the city of his youth without hearing their lofty notes pealed forth, as they would have been, in the festive hall, by those who can give, with feeling, the tunes he has “ married to immortal verse," as the most grateful incense that can be offered to an author. There is, as usual in such cases, perhaps somewhat of blame attributable to both sides ; that is, if there was the slightest chance of finding a middle ground between them. On the one hand, it was idle to expect that general politics could possibly be excluded from allusion; but, what then ?-Carning has condemned the invasion of Portugal as warmly as Campbell the invasion of Poland. On the other, what had Catholic Emancipation, or Lord Erskine and Trial by Jury, to do with Thomas Campbell, in spite of the very able special pleading of a Letter by an Old Whig, which was full of wit, and even rose to eloquence, until its writer forgot his suavity in personal allusions to, in some cases, those who had as much to do with the matter as the man in the moon? Some mud was afterwards bespattered by a clumsy handwhich no one minded more than they would the splash of a scavenger's cart; and thus the matter stands—but does not rest, I hope.
There have been few gaieties here of late, and I fear you will eclipse us greatly in your forthcoming Fancy Ball, for, at the last Assembly, there had appeared, at 10 o'clock, ten gentlemen and one lady! Yet I could wish that such a picturesque thing as a masquerade (if I may so speak) without masks should be held in Glasgow. Perhaps you will think this as great a bull as that which was told by a facetious friend of mine the other night, of an Irishman who asked his crony to snuff the candle-lest the wick would grow to the roof! I am impatient for the “ Busy Bodies," from the excitement occasioned by the Second Series of the Odd Volume, of which your kindness has given me a maiden perusal. What, Hal, can I do to return such attentions—it cannot be by literal reciprocity.
You have had Young -he was to have come here, but Vandenhoff's claims for accompanying him were extravagant, and thus we shall see neither. Kean, however, is to be with us—and I shall not write you next week, for every evening will be given to him. Once more for his Othello! Why don't you plague Murray till he brings down Madame Vestris
and Lady Lennox-for I long to see them, and it wouldn't pay Seymour alone to bring them to Scotland ?- Adieu! I hear without the rich and mellow voice of an Irish female ballad.singer, who nightly charms me at my window.-- Thine, C. H.
No. I. “ Full of wise saws and modern instances.” There are those who are petit maitres in their mind as well as fops in their apparel; and as unwillingly admit that they can be approached in talent by younger men, as that they are less captivating than twenty years ago.
It is sometimes as much worth one's while to quarrel with, for the pleasure of being reconciled to, a lover, as it is to wait till fairly hungry before sitting down to dinner.
A woman may be better assured of her beauty by experiencing the envy of her sex, than by looking into her own mirror; and of the superiority of her mind by the misconstructions put upon those actions where that is exhibited, than from the compliments of the admirers either of these secure her.
There is no injury one friend can inflict upon another that it is so difficult to forgive as that of thinking meanly of him-unless it be exhibiting a satisfaction that, in doing so, they are not singular.
Mere good-nature is as often the concomitant, if not the result, of mediocrity of mind, as the accompaniment of well-regulated, yet powerful intellect.
He who has a bad stomach is but the half of a man, because debarred from enjoying a great part of his pleasures. Prometheus on his rock, and Sancho in his island, are but allegorical personations of his condition.
To Correspondents.-Felix, Zaire, and others, in our next.-Alexis will see that, previous to his last letter reaching us, we had done justice to one of his pieces. The necessity of variety, we fear, will oblige us to postpone his others sine die. He is prolific enough to have an ant-hill of his own.We agree with J. W. M. in his objection to written responses, and, in reference to his inquiry as to a code of Rules for Debating Societies, would refer him to a small pamphlet, published in Glasgow, and entitled « Bases for the Formation and Government of Literary Societies.”-A Cor. respondent without a signature, asks us a question we cannot solve, namely, “ What is Love?” as we have never been troubled with the disease; but, most opportunely, the same post brought us a letter containing a recipe which may serve him for lack of a definition.
CURE FOR LOVE. Take one grain of the Essence of Consideration, two grains of Prudence, and let them stand for some time together; then stir them with the Spoon of Forgetfulness, and sweeten the whole with the Sugar of Self-satisfaction. Put the mixture into the bottle of your heart, and stop it down with the cork of sound judgment. Take of this a glass every morning when you awake, and another when you go to bed. This, rightly done and fully applied, is the best remedy in the world.
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