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THE following list of French Generals, with their titles, together
with an account of the different branches of the Bonapartean
Court, may perhaps prove useful to our readers:-
Sovereign of Holland-Francis Beauharnois.

King of Naples-Marshal Murat, Prince Joachim Napoleon.
Queen of Naples-Caroline Bonaparte.

King of Spain-Prince Joseph Napoleon.

King of Westphalia-Prince Jerome Napoleon.

Viceroy of Italy-Prince Eugene Beauharnois, 4th corps.
Princess Borghese-Paulina Bonaparte.

Princess of Baden-Stephania de la Pagerie.
Grand Duchess of Florence-Elisa Bonaparte.

Grand Duke of Berg--Prince Charles Louis Napoleon, son of Louis Bonaparte.

Grand Duke of Warsaw-Frederick Augustus IV. King and Elector of Saxony.

Archbishop of Lyons-Cardinal Fesche.

Prince of Pontecorvo-Marshal Bernadotte, Crown Prince of Sweden.

Prince of Neufchatel and Wagram-Marshal Berthier ViceConstable of France.

Prince of Esling, Duke of Rivoli-Marshal Massena. Prince of Benevento-Talleyrand, Vice Arch-Chancellor. Prince of Eckmuhl, Duke of Auestadt-Marshal Davoust. Prince Borghese-Duke of Guastella.

Duke of Abrantes-Marshal Junot.

Duke of Albufera-Count Suchet.

Duke of Bassano-Maret, Secretary of State.

Duke of Belluno-Marshal Victor.

Duke of Cadore-Champagny, Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Duke of Castiglione-Marshal Augereau.
Duke of Cornigliano-Marshal Moncey.

Duke of Dalmatia-Marshal Soult.

Duke of Dantzic-Marshal Lefebre.

Duke of Elchingen-Marshal Ney.

Grand Duke of Florence-General Bacchiochi.

Duke of Friuli-Marshal Duroc, Grand Marshal of the Palace. Duke of Montebello-Marshal Lasnes.

Duke of Istria-Marshal Bessieres, Commander of the Imperial Guards.

Duke of Otranto-Fouche, Governor of Rome.

Duke of Padua-General Arigia.

Duke of Parma-Cambaceres, Arch-Chancellor.

Duke of Placenza-Marshal Lebrun, Prince Arch-Treasurer, Governor of Holland.

Duke of Ragusa-Marshal Marmont.

Duke of Reggio-Marshal Oudinot, 2d corps.

Duke of Rovigo-General Savary, Minister of Police.
Duke of Tarento-Marshal Macdonald, 10th corps.

Duke of Treviso-Marshal Mortier.

Duke of Valmy-Marshal Kellerman.

Duke of Vicenza-General Caulincourt, Grand Chamberlain, and Master of Saxony.

Duke of Feltre-General Clarke, Minister at War.

Duke of Massa-Regnier, Minister of Justice.

Duke of Gaeta-Gaudin, Minister of Finances.
Count Sussy-Colin, Minister of Commerce.
Count Cessac-Lacuee, Minister of War.

Count de Pelous-e Monge.

MISCELLANEA.

MADRID.-Madrid contains no Roman or Moorish monuments; before Charles V. it was but a country-residence, or sitio, where the court passed a few months in the year, as in our days at Aranjuez, the Escurial, and St. Ildefonso. One is astonished on entering Madrid by the gate of Toledo, and the place of Cenada, where the market is held early in the morning, at the tumultuous concourse of people from the country and the provinces, diversely clothed, going, coming, arriving, and departing. Here, a Castilian gathers up the ample folds of his cloak with the dignity of a Roman senator wrapped in his toga. There, a drover from La Mancha, with a long goad in his hand, and clad in a kelt of hide, which also resembles the ancient form of the tunic worn by the Roman and Gothic warriors. Farther on, are seen men whose hair is bound with long silken fillets, and others wearing a sort of short brown vest, chequered with blue and red. The men who wear this habit, come from Andalusia; they are distinguished by their black lively eyes, their expressive and animated looks, and the rapidity of their utterance. Women sitting in the corners of the streets, and in the public places, are occupied preparing food for this passing crowd, whose homes are not in Madrid. One sees long strings of mules, laden with skins of wine or of oil, or droves of asses, led by a single man, who talks to them unceasingly. One also meets carriages, drawn by eight or ten mules, ornamented with little bells, driven with surprising address by one coachman, either on the trot, or galloping, without reins, and by means of his voice only, using the wildest cries. One long sharp whistle serves to stop all the mules at the same moment. By their slender legs, their tall stature, their proudly raised heads, one would take them for teams of stags or elks. The vociferations of the drivers and the muleteers, the ringing of the church bells, which is unceasing, the various vesture of the men, the superabundance of southern activity, manifested by expressive gestures or shouts in a sonorous language, of which we were ignorant, manners so different from our own, all contributed to make the appearance of the capital of Spain strange to men coming from the north, where all goes on so silently.-M. de Rocca.

WIGS NO FAVOURITES.

To the Editor of THE DAY. DEAR DAY, It is with pleasure I observe that le beau sexe have at last taken up their quills to answer those whinining bachelor correspondents of yours, who, if they do not receive some little curbing, will soon monopolize the space of every Day, in relating their love contretens. But, I presume, they are those gentlemen who wish to "marry perfection," and with all their years, are not yet perfect in the art of making love, otherwise they might have been wedded long ago. But, enough of these frosty bachelors, whose hearts, as my maiden aunt says, are as icy as the north-west passage, else she should never have lived a life of "single blessedness." There is another class of beaux, viz. the Wig Wearers, to whom I wish to give a hint. The ladies have always been taunted as being vain and conceited of their persons, (pardonable sins, I should think in our sex, when our sole study is to please “admiring_man,”) but such a charge may now be transferred from our shoulders to the heads of those coxcombs, whose long flowing ringlets of artificial hair, will vie with the curls of many of the gayest ladies. My companions and self have entered into holy alliance," and we solicit the assistance of every lady who holds her sex in just estimation, to put down such ridiculous folly, by denying all association with such effeminate gentlemen, who, it appears, think more of themselves than they do of any other body. Therefore it will be prudent in these fine gentlemen to divest themselves of their immoderate Wiggism, unless they wish to forfeit the good graces of "lovely woman.'

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Miss C. the other evening at tea, made the following conundrums on wigs:

How is a head which wears a wig like a booby school-boy? Because it is frequently lathered !

How is a beautifully curled wig on a head like a buoy? Because it indicates the shallowness of the part below!

I pray you, Mr. Day, do not deny the insertion of this epistle, or my friends and I will accuse you and the bachelors of having united against the fair, at the sametime that your correspondents would wish us to believe, that they are desirous to unite with us. MARY WIMPLETON.

THE KISS. (From the Polish.)

WHY should I thus, in timid dalliance, twine
My wanton fingers in thy raven tresses;
Fearing to touch those dewy lips of thine,
So richly blooming with ambrosial kisses.

No more I'll waste the fleeting hours, my fair,
With idle doubts and fears for ever wrestling :
No I will kiss thee, though that kiss may scare
The love away, that in thy breast is nestling.
For as of old the Ark received the Dove,
That flutt'ring, sought a resting place in vain ;
So to thy breast the startled bird of love
Will soon return and shelter there again.

CRICKETTING.

THIS admirable game, so well calculated for giving strength and agility to the frame, has now become a favourite amusement throughout Scotland. For the last thirty years many attempts were made to establish the game. In 1829 the Western Cricket Club was formed, and enrolled nearly a hundred members. The year following gave birth to the University Club, composed chiefly at that time of English students, who were all adepts and enthusiastic admirers of the game; these gentlemen observed, with satisfaction, the strenuous exertions which the Western Cricketers were making to become proficients in their favourite amusement, and did every thing in their power to assist them in their endeavours. By their instruction and tutorage, the game was now regularly played, and, shortly afterwards, the W. C. C. could boast of its off-hitters, three-quarter bowlers and good fielders. A Club was then got up in Edinburgh under the name of the Brunswick Cricket Club-and Perth, Stirling, Ayr, Kilmarnock and Greenock soon followed their example, thus establishing this healthful exercise in the principal towns in Scotland. We believe there are now several matches in petto, and, should any of these take place in Glasgow, we have no doubt that our fair citizens will patronize this new and elegant game by their presence.

GLASGOW LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

A Jeu d'Esprit.

THE following New Works, in addition to those mentioned last week, are in the Press under the patronage of the "Gegg Club :" "The Confessions of an Ecclesiastical Litigant," by a Sturdy Supporter of the Kirk of Scotland, in 10 volumes 4to.

On the Best and Cheapest mode of erecting Hustings, by the author of a published, but still unprinted, "Ramble through France and Italy."

The Art of Manufacturing Plate from Pennies, by an UltraAdmirer of our "Sailor King," dedicated to Joseph Hume, Esq. "Railers and Railery, or the Advantages of an Iron Medium of Exchange," by VITRUVIUS SECUNDUS, M. G. D. S. Seven copies on vellum for the peculiar use of Exchange Proprietors. "Ratting," a New Rondo in the key of D flat. This piece of music is peculiarly well adapted for those who are desirous to acquire proficiency in modulating from one key to another.

FOREIGN LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

FRANCE.-M. Tabaraud, one of the last members of "the Oratory," and perhaps the last Jansenist in France, has just died at Limoges, in the eighty-eighth year of his age. He was the author of many able controversial works, and occupied himself during several of the latter years of his life with a plan for uniting all sects of Christians into one communion.

M. Champollion, whose premature death, at the age of fortyone, learning and science have such reason to deplore, and to whose discoveries in Egyptian hieroglyphics the journals have more than once attempted to do justice, has left behind him, ready for the press, a Grammar of the ancient Egyptian idiom, and a Coptic Grammar and Dictionary. A monument is about to be raised to his memory in his native city of Figeac.

The library of the late Professor Haffner, of Strasburg, now shortly to be submitted to public sale, and of which the first voluume of the Catalogue has appeared, is one of the finest private collections in existence, and was formed by Professor H. during a period of nearly fifty years. The Catalogue was drawn up by the Professor himself, and is interspersed with characteristic notes, and methodically arranged. The first part, containing more than 8000 works, embraces the departments of philosophy, geography, and travels, history and literature, which are exhibited in a new order, according to which each division presents, at one view, the classes of Greek, Latin, French, German, English, Italian, and Spanish literature. The second part, which is entirely devoted to theology, will appear shortly. The sale of the works comprised in the first part will take place at Strasburgh shortly after Easter, and due notice will be given of the exact time. Mr. Martin, advocate at Strasburg, and son-in-law of Professor H. will receive offers from intending purchasers, either for the whole, or any portion of the classes in the Catalogue.

The

The principal actors in the late Polish revolution are about to be illustrated in a series of One Hundred Portraits, accompanied with a biographical sketch of each character, by Joseph Straszewicz, himself a sufferer and an exile in the glorious cause. work will be published at Paris, in 20 livraisons, each containing 5 portraits, and there will be editions in folio and 8vo. We earnestly recommend the undertaking to all lovers of national honour and independence-to all, and they are not a few, in England, whose patronage is ever extended to works like the

present.

ITLAY.-Silvio Pellico the author of Francesca da Rimini, and of Eufemio da Messina, who has passed several years in prison on political charges, has published, at Turin, two volumes of poetical works, containing five novelle, or tales in verse, and two tragedies, Esther of Engaddi and Iginia of Asti, which he wrote during his captivity, and which seem to maintain his fame as a tragedian.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

HENRY MASTERTON, or the Young Cavalier, by the Author of "Darnley," is in the press.

Mr. Frazer, the popular author of "The Kuzzilbash," "The Persian Adventurer," &c. has also a new Novel in the Press, to be called the Highland Smuggler.

Legends of the Rhine and Low Countries, by the Author of "High-ways and By-ways," is about to be published.

The Token of the Covenant, designed and engraved in mezzotint by Mr. George Sanders, is in the press.

columns.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

B's Sonnet to the "Spirit of Reform" is too political for our
We are not so foolish as to brave the Stamp Acts!
"Darkness" ought to be reserved till "The Night" be published.
The M. S. will be found with our publisher.

Stanzas on "Excitement" will not suit us. We have enough of real excitement at present to require anything fanciful on the subject.

"Sonnet to the Trumpet which proclaimed the passing Resolutions in the Green," is the product of a very immature mind.

An Elegy on the "Old Lady of Self-Election," by the Aidecamp of the Sma' Weft, has too many home thrusts, at those who at present are hatted and enchained, for our columns. The allusion to the want of a Quorum to petition the King, is too true, but the deduction drawn from that circumstance is perhaps carried too far.

OUR Publisher requests us to state, that, in consequence of the absence of one of his regular Runners, several of the Subscribers were deprived of their last week's number on Saturday morning. Those who have not yet received it will please make immediate application, as the numbers remaining are very limited, notwithstanding of Three Editions having been thrown off.

Wi

Advertisements.

ILLIAM LANG & CO. Furnishing Ironmongers, and Brass Founders, respectfully intimate that they have REMOVED from Argyll Street to extensive Premises at No. 93, BUCHANAN STREET, a little way below Gordon Street. W. L. & Co. have opened their NEW WAREHOUSE with an Elegant Stock of the Newest Description of DINING and DRAWING ROOM GRATES, STOVES, FENDERS, &c.; KITCHEN RANGES of the most approved construction, with BOILERS, OVENS, HOT TABLES, SMOKE and WIND-UP JACKS, and every article in the HOUSE-FURNISHING TRADE, including TIN, BLOCK TIN, BRITANNIA METAL and JAPANNED GOODS, and CULINARY UTENSILS of every description.

In the BRASS FOUNDRY DEPARTMENT they have just completed an entirely New and Extensive Assortment of BRONZED and LACKERED GAS LUSTRES, HEXAGON LANTERNS, RICHLY-Mounted CRYSTAL LUSTRES, TABLE and SIDEBOARD OIL LAMPS, Bronze Ink Pieces and Ornaments, and Gas MOUNTINGS, in great variety.

N. B.-HOT AIR APPARATUS for heating CHURCHES and PUBLIC BUILDINGS, fitted up on the most approved principles. A New APPARATUS adapted for this purpose may be seen in operation at their Warehouse.

W. L. & CO. have devoted their particular attention to the best mode of introducing GAS FITTINGS into HOUSES and PUBLIC BUILDINGS; and as the whole of their GAS FITTINGS, as well as GRATES, FENDERS, &c. are manufactured by themselves, they have it in their power to ensure Handsome and Substantial Articles, at prices at least as moderate as any other House.

No. 93, BUCHANAN STREET' }

Glasgow, May 12th, 18:32.

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OSITIVELY ABOUT TO LEAVE.-MONS. EDOUART returns his very respectful thanks to the Nobility and Gentry in Glasgow and its neighbourhood, for the liberal patronage bestowed upon him, and takes this opportunity of announcing, that his stay cannot be p: olonged beyond the 26th of this month. He therefore requests, that all Ladies and Gentlemen, who are desirous of having their Silhouettes taken, will visit the Exhibition Rooms immediately, in order to prevent disappointments. Mr. E. begs to observe, that no Likeness of any Gentleman is exhibited without his consent; and that the Likenesses of Ladies are never exhibited in his Show-Room, or Duplicates sold, without the consent of the parties.

Full length standing, 5s. Ditto sitting, 7s. Children under Eight Years, 3s. 6d. Duplicates of the Shilhouettes, full-length, 3s. Ditto sitting, 4s. Ditto children, 2s. 6d. Family Groups taken at their residences, on the same terms, any time after 6 o'clock in the evening.

PRINTED BY JOHN GRAHAM, MELVILLE PLACE.

THE DAY,

A MORNING JOURNAL OF LITERATURE, FINE ARTS, FASHION, &c.

CARPE DIEM.

GLASGOW, SATURDAY, MAY 26, 1832.

CROSSING THE JURA.

(From an unpublished Tour.)

All things are here of him: from the black pines,
Which are his shade on high, and the loud roar
Of torrents, where he listened, to the vines,
Which stop his green path downward to the shore,
Where the bow'd waters meet him, and adore,
Kissing his feet with murmurs: and the wood,
The court of old trees, with trunks all hoar,
But light leaves young as joy, stands where it stood,
Offering to him, and his, a populous solitude.

BYRON.

WITH the exception of the Sinplon, there is, perhaps, no route more interesting and extraordinary than that across Mount Jura. Leaving the rich and beautiful Bourgognois, the traveller finds himself, immediately on passing Poligny, amid the lower mountains which separate France from Switzerland, surrounded on every side with wild and magnificent scenery, rocks towering over head, fearful precipices overlooking verdant valleys, lofty mountains covered, with pines hemming in the narrow pathway, and ever and anon some sweetly situated village, giving life and animation to the whole. The Lower Jura, in fact, presents, at every turn, a new and picturesque landscape. Every valley has its little rivulet, its lively white village and its spire-crowned church embosomed in wood, while the mountain sides are either clad with hamlets, brushwood and pines, or present perpendicular precipices from their summit to their base. The scenery recalls, altogether, the more romantic portions of Scotland, with an accompaniment, which it however rather sparingly possesses, a vast profusion of natural flowers. Every rock there blooms with saxifrage, thyme and heath, adown every steep hang garlands of creeping plants, while on every bank is to be found a garden of primroses, butter-cups and hyacinths.

On leaving Morez, a beautifully situated village, we commenced the arduous task of climbing the higher mountains of Jura, which we preferred doing on foot, leaving the carriage to get on as fast as four horses could drag it, which afforded us always abundance of time to view new valleys and scenery, ever beautiful and ever changing. After ascending, for several hours, we came to a little village, situated at the beginning of a considerable plain, where patches of snow lay scattered about-it was even lying to a considerable depth around the doors of the houses, which were built in a peculiar manner: each house had two doors, one upon the ground and the other, to which there was an inclined plane, a little higher, thus affording the inhabitants an exit and entrance when the snow happened to be six or eight feet deep, which was generally the case during the greater part of winter. At this place we were asked for our passports, which was complied with, but, on giving our word of honour that there was nothing contraband in our trunks, we were not put to the trouble or inconvenience of opening them. After passing this village, although the country bespoke nothing but poverty, yet there was scattered, over the whole visible landscape, an amazing number of cottages, the inhabitants of which were busily employed in cultivating that part of the ground which was then clear of snow. From a conversation we had with one of the farmers, we found that neither wheat nor barley grows on this soil-oats, rye and a few potatoes being only cultivated. VOL. II.-No. 4.

As we ascended, the snow got wider and wider, when, about two o'clock, we found ourselves not only surrounded by the emblems of winter, but actually in a thick shower of snow, which confined our observation to within two or three feet of the carriage. At three we reached a little, lonely miserable house, which we recognised as an Inn, by the never-failing intimation painted over the door, of "Ici on loge à pied et à cheval." The landlady told us we might have dinner if we chose, and paid many high encomiums on the excellence of her cuisine, and even went the length of bringing in a poulet for our inspection; but, unfortunately for her expectations, we could not think of sacrificing our dinner at Geneva for the cold and meagre entertainment of a Jura auberge. As soon as the postilion had got the horses ready, we proceeded on our journey every step we advanced the snow got deeper and deeper; in many places where the road was cut, the snow reached above the carriage, and the country got so triste at last, that all of us were impressed with a temporary melancholy. It was but temporary, however; for the dangerous situation in which we were placed from the state and make of the road, soon dispelled this somewhat pleasing feeling for one, for which there was no antidote until we had traversed the greater part of the ridge of mountains. The last feeling may be easily explained when it is taken into consideration, that we were shut up in a voiture, traversing a road cut out near the summit of the mountains, where, on one hand the snow was fully ten feet deep, while, on the other, there was a precipice which terminated in a deep and fearful valley. The sudden falling of the snow, or a false step of one of the horses, would have hurled us over a height of 6 or 700 feet. The carriage wheels were, frequently, within a few inches of the fatal precipice where the snow was deepest, the greater part of the road being cleared for one carriage only, and even that had such an inclination towards the valley, that the voiture sometimes rubbed upon the wheels. We travelled, in this hazardous situation, for fully an hour, with few thoughts but what respected self-preservation, when the road, taking a sudden turn, one of us, who looked out to answer Madame's question whether we had une longue course à faire, discovered through a break in the chain of mountains, the Lake of Geneva, with all its accompanying scenery. Every one leaped from the carriage at the announcement, and fear was utterly forgotten in the pleasures that succeeded. What a grand and magnificent spectacle met our eyes at that moment! I shall never forget the sensations experienced when my eye wandered over the immensity of the scene which had burst, like enchantment, on the sight, when, instead of the wilderness of Jura, contracted and ever similar, it now freely ranged over the richly cultivated country of France-the laughing scenes of Switzerland -the richly-wooded romantic Savoy-and was only stopped from plunging into Italy by those mighty barriers that appear to shut out that land from the rest of Europe. But it is these gigantic Alps that give the peculiar interest to the scene, and it is these that absorb the observer's attention-the eye, no doubt, must rest upon the charming country of the Pays du Vaud, with its villages, its hamlets and its cities-it must be attracted by the shining splendour of Lake Leman and

the picturesque beauties of Savoy, but still their powers are momentary, it is inevitably borne away to those mighty ramparts, which, in reality, hide their summits in the clouds; and there it ranges along the vast amphitheatre of one hundred and eighty leagues in extent, receiving impressions of grandeur, of majesty, of sublimity, which the most fertile imagination cannot describe. To say the Alps came up to all I had conceived of them is little, and to say they surpassed anticipation is no more. The person who can look down with apathy and unconcern upon the magnificent panorama, which is to be seen from Mount Jura, has no relish for the scenery of nature, and he that can behold the Alps, for the first time, shooting up into heaven amid a cloudless sky, and radiating from their summits of snow and ice all the brilliancy and colouring which the setting sun gives to them, without feelings of rapturous delight and wonder, is not worthy to enter that land which has proved the abode of the great worshippers of Nature, since his soul must be incapable of appreciating those things which to them have been, and are still, the purest and most exalted-nay, the inexhaustible sources of mental enjoyment!

In order to enjoy this scene to the full, we walked down to the town of Gex; on our way we saw the fountain, erected by Napoleon Bonaparte, which bears the following inscription:

CRETET. DIRECT. GAL. DES PTS. & CHEES. BARANTE PREFECT.

1805.

Over the uppermost line of the inscription was a space, from which the name of Napoleon had been effaced. A woodcutter, near the fountain, shewed us all its beauties and properties with great eagerness, not forgetting the space from which "Son nom" had been erased! Before entering Gex, we rejoined the diligence. As we proceeded towards the village of Ferney the road became flat, the fields, orchards and vineyards enclosed with hedges, and the neat, white farm houses, just as in England. Every thing indeed, intimated, that we were in a different land. The inhabitants and the agriculture both, told us we had left France. There were none of those farcical groupes we had seen in Burgundy-none of those little wooden ploughs drawn by asses, with their mouths enclosed in baskets to prevent them stopping to eat grass, driven by a woman mounted astraddle on one of the asses, with ploughman trucked out with wooden shoes, cocked hat and powdered hair, accompanied by the never-failing ragged boy that breaks the clods--every thing was much the same as at home. With the exception of greater fertility and extensive vineyards, we could, without much stretch of imagination, have believed ourselves in Britain.

Passing Ferney, our approach to some more important place than for two days at least we had been accustomed to, was announced, by a string of oddlooking vehicles on four wheels, drawn by one horse and peculiarly low hung, and, ere long, we crossed the draw-bridge which leads into Geneva, and found ourselves, once more, amidst the bustle of a city. At the gate our passports were taken from us, and we were desired to call next day for them at the Hôtel de Ville.

It is the fate of all travellers, occasionally, to feel the pain of parting with good company, and it was our case, assuredly, when we bade adieu to our fair compagnon de voyage at the door of the "Balance d'Or." Our lively friend, we discovered, was the daughter of a Protestant clergyman, and was returning to Lausanne from a long visit to some friends in Flanders, without a guardian. This, however, is no uncommon occurrence in France or Switzerland, which, in some degree, may account for the ladies being not so distant in their manners as in Great Britain, where it is considered a sine qua non to have a male companion. If we might be permitted to judge of the character of the Swiss from this lady, we certainly prefer it to that

of the generality of other nations. To the ease of the French character she united many of the sober qualities of the English, and possessed, in a high degree, the Swiss characteristic of enthusiastic love for the beau ties of her country. The truth of Goldsmith's lines, descriptive of the Swiss,

"Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms,

And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to his mother's breast; So the loud torrent and the whirlwinds roar, But binds him to his native mountain more," could never have been better illustrated than in our female companion's feelings and conversation, during our last day's journey. At the sight of Jura she felt her approach to the scenes of her infancy, and, with poetic rapture, hailed the kindred scene; and, when the lake and the mountains she had been so well acquainted with, burst upon her view, she exclaimed, in a sort of extascy of delight, "Voilà mon lac-Je suis chez moi !" Amidst the wilds of the Jura scenery her poetry kept us alive, I pencilled down four lines, not so much for their sweetness as to remember the con-amore spirit with which they were repeatedAsyle obscur de non heureuse enfance, Lieu toujours cher et toujours regretté― De vous voir n'est il plus d'esperance, Et sans espoir vous aurois-je quitté ? Home everywhere has its attractions, but when in the neighbourhood of the scenes of our infancy, it has ties that can bind the most volatile to it for ever. Who has not felt a powerful spell drawing him

to the pleasant fields, travers'd so oft,

In life's morning march when his bosom was young?" And who, after a long absence from his country, when his native city or native valley meets his eye, has not experienced the most heartfelt satisfaction in recogniz ing the well-known spots which were the haunts of his childhood? Of home, Southey truly says—

"There is a magic in that little word;

It is a mystic circle that surrounds
Comforts and virtues never known beyond
The hallowed limit."

When Lausanne was descried by our Swiss compa nion, all her home attachments appeared to be sensibly awakened, and all the tender and joyful recognitions between father and daughter, brother and sister, seemed to rush on her mind and to monopolize her thoughts, for, from that moment, she could talk of nothing else but the dear capital of the Pays de Vaud and the charming Lake Leman. It was impossible not to admire the lady's amor patriæ, and not to be convinced upon the whole, that her opinions of her country and of her home were fixed as decidedly as those which the ill-fated Kirke White has put into the mouth of the home returning Savoyard!

Oh! yonder is the well-known spot,
My dear, my long lost native home!
Oh! welcome is yon little cot,
Where I shall rest, no more to roam!
Oh! I have travell'd far and wide,

O'er many a distant foreign land;
Each place, each province I have tried
And sung and danced my saraband.

But all their charms could not prevail
To steal my heart from yonder vale.

GLASGOW PUNCH.

ACT I.-SCENE 2.

Punch, Doctor and Publican.

Doctor. This is the person, Mr. Punch, whom I said I would bring to teach you to make Glasgow Punch, and after that you can make your fortune as soon as you please.

Punch-embracing Boniface)-Ah! my dear friend, how my heart dance de big dance in my bosom at de sight of your very good face.

Publican.-Haud aff your hands-man, that's no Glasgow fashion.

Punch.-Ah! mine goot friend, teach me how to make de grand liquor, and I will be any fashion you please.

Doctor.-Mr. Punch, our friend Boniface here will not only teach you to make punch, but will also let you have his business, if you give him a good price for it.

Punch.-Ah! my dear Doctor, though I wish to learn to make de punch, I don't mean to be de publican-no, no, no, no, I have oder fish to fry-I wish to learn to make de punch, and de punch will get me de vote.

Doctor.-Vote!!!

Punch.-Ah! Doctor, you not understand me too much, I change my mind, I not mean to be de publican man now, but de Parliament man, and de Glasgow punch will get me de Glasgow vote, and when I be de member for Glasgow I will den look out for myself, and get one great big bag of money to keep me and Judy from starve.

Doctor.-What! Mr. Punch the mountebank! the charlatan! have the assurance to offer himself for the suffrages of the people of Glasgow-impossible!-you must be dreaming, Mr. Punch.

Punch. If I be dreaming, I hope it is de golden dream dat will soon be realized. Your member must be man of great talent, and I am man of great talent -all de world knows dat-for I have told all de world dat myself. If de Glasgow people want de great oration I am de great oration myself, and I can shew them speeches which I have speak, all printed in letters of gold !!!

Doctor. These are what you call "brilliant speeches," I presume, Mr. Punch-but don't you know there is some other qualification wanted, than what you have mentioned.

Punch.-What is dat.

Doctor-Just three hundred good sterling pounds a-year, Mr. Punch.

Punch (scratching his head.)-I knew dat-dat is what is called de devil in de hedge-but I'll tell you what I mean to do.

Doctor.-Well, let me hear your scheme of finance. Punch. It is one grand cunning little schemefirst of all I will sell my show-box-den I will buy three hundred pounds a-year in de British fundsden I will go to de Reform meeting, and I will make de grand oration, and Judy she will be sitting behind me among de oder orators Judys, seeing de performance! and de people will all cry, "Punch for ever," and I will give de ten pound voters de grand ocean of cold punch, and I will get all de votes, and I will be de member.

Doctor. Well jumped. Mr. Punch, you get over the ground amazingly-but I should like to hear one of your grand orations that is to do all this for you.

Punch. You shall hear dat-I have got one in my pocket all in de proper language, for I am one great big genius. Always keep dat in mind if you please,

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Doctor.-You must stand up.

Punch. I will stand up on des chair, but I must call Judy to hear me-Judy, my dear.-[Enter Judy.] -You sit down behind me, and look like the Judys you saw t-oder day.

Judy. And hear you talk about de breaches-0, Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch-O fy, Mr. Punch, you grow de very naughty man since you come among de vulgar Glasgow men, dat talk such bad words before der Judys.

Punch. My dear Judy, you know your own Mr. Punch is too much de big gentleman as to speak words dat would make any fine lady make her mout small. [Punch, turning to the Doctor.]-Well, my dear Doctor, you now see me on de chair which we shall call de Hustings, and you must suppose me dressed in de very clever looking black coat, and de poetical black velvet waistcoat, dat we call de man of genius waistcoat, and de long tight-tight-with de silk stocking and de small shoe, and de pretty leetle opera

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Doctor.-What! would you address the ten-pound freeholders in an opera hat, Mr. Punch.

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Punch.-No, no, no, no-not in de opera hat; would put my opera hat under my arm so-and I would have de leetle swivel in de toe of my shoe, so dat I could wheel round to de people on de south side, and de people on de nort side, and de people on de east side, and de people on de west side, on de shortest notice, and I would hold out my oder arm so, and I would say " Men of Glasgow, exhausted with running all de week after de tails of your meeting, can add noting striking to de features which I see around me, but what I hold in my hand, and dat is my mout; and when my mout is in good health, it can speak for itself. It is a mout, and I will make appeal to yourselves, dat never has been shut when your interest required it should be open. men of Glasgow! is de mout dat has always proved itself de battering ram of public opinion, and will never cease to ram de reform bill down the throat of de boroughmongers. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow ! dat has always roared like de lion in de cause of liberty, when oder men, dat I could name, have just made de cheap like de mouse. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow! whose jaw will grind de corrupt jaw of de enemies of reform to atoms, and scatter it like chaff to de four winds of heaven. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow! that has de teeth dat will make the foes of de people bite de dust. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow! dat holds de tongue dat noting can hold but itself; dat, like de tongue of de great Tom of Lincoln, will be heard above every oder tongue, when it jows from pole to pole in de great cause of de people. Yes, men of Glasgow! de Poles have been de very bad used people; but I hope, eer long, dat de goddess of liberty will extend her arms from Pole to Pole. Yes, men of Glasgow here is de mout dat is de scabbard of dat sword which, like de sword with de two edges, will pierce de phantom forms, of dubious sex, dimly seen, like damned spirits moving behind de trone. Yes, men of Glasgow! I have drawn des sword, and I will throw away de scabbard. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow! from which the waters of Helicon flow in one eternal gush, and by which de flowers of eloquence grow up like willows by de water courses, Yes, men of Glasgow! I hope you will join me in culling from amid the rich luxuriance of those oratorical flourishes and flowers that have grown up in their spontanious redundancy, a wreath a bloomingly transcendent wreath-to garland the lofty Shaksperian brow of public opinion. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow! dat has never mumbled de crust of corruption. Here is the mout dat has never longed after de rich skimmings of de political flesh-pots of Egypt. But here!-here, men of Glasgow! is de mout, (and I say it with de great big pride), dat waters from morning to night,and from night to morning, after de honour of being your representative; and if you will grant me your suffrages, you will find my mout-dat mout which I am now about to lay my hand upon-de storehouse of wisdom, and de granary of gratitude. Men of Glasgow! I bow to de shadow of de shoe-tie of your approbation. [Mr. Punch descending from the chair.]— Der, Doctor-dere is de speech which I will print in letters of gold, and de ten pounders will all cry bravo, Mr. Punch! tree cheers for de King, and tree cheers for de great distinguished Mr. Punch!

Doctor.I fear, Mr. Punch, it will not do. How can you think that our very intelligent community can be caught by such mouthfuls of chaff and nonsense as you have given out?

Punch.-Chaff and nonsense !!!

Doctor.-Yes-is it not nonsense for a man to say he will throw away his mouth?

Punch.-I did not say I would throw away my mout. I said I would throw away de scabbard of de swordbut you have de soul of de dull dunghill cock in your body, and you not understand de grand and lofty flight

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