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till you have a double right to be mistress here. Ah ! my poor

hair,—you need not pull it so hard."

"Be quiet, then," said Ellinor, half laughing, and wholly blushing.

"Trust me, I have not been in love myself without learning its signs; and I venture to prophesy that within six mouths you will come to consult me whether or not,—for there is R great deal to be said on both sides of the question,—you can make up your mind to sacrifice your own wishes, and marry Walter Lester. Ah !—gently, gently. Nell—"

"Promise to be quiet."

<• I will—I will; but you began it."

As Ellinor now finished her task, and kissed her sister's forehead, she sighed deeply.

"Happy Walter !" said Madeline.

"I was not sighing for Waltor, but for you."

"Forme?—impossible! I cannot imagine any part of my future life that can cost you a sigh. Ah! that I were more worthy of my happiness."

"Well, then," said Ellinor, " I sighed for myself;—I sighed to think we should so soon be parted, and that the continuance of your society would then depend not on our mutual love, but the will of another."

"What, Ellinor, and can you suppose that Eugene,—my Eugene,—would not welcome you as warmly as myself? Ah! you misjudge him; I know you have not yet perceived how tender a heart lies beneath all that melancholy and reserve."

"I feel, indeed," said Ellinor warmly, "as if it were impossible that one whom you love should not be all that is good and noble; yet if this reserve of his should increase, as is at least possible, with increasing years; if our society should become again, as it once was, distasteful to him, should I not lose you, Madeline?"

"But his reserve cannot increase: do you not perceive how much it is softened already? Ah! be assured that I will charm it away."

"But what is the cause of the melancholy that even now, at times, evidently preys upon him?—has he never revealed it to you?"

"It is merely the early and long habit of solitude and study, Ellinor," replied Madeline; "and shall I own to you I would scarcely wish that away; his tenderness itself seems linked with his melancholy. It is like a sad but gentle music, that brings tears into our eyes, but which we would not change for gayer airs for the world."

"Well, I must own," said Ellinor, reluctantly, "that I no longer wonder at your infatuation; I can no longer chide you as I once did; there is, assuredly, something in his voice, his look, which irresistibly sinks into the heart. And there are moments when, what with his eyes and forehead, his countenance seems more beautiful, more impressive, than any I ever beheld. Perhaps, too, for you, it is better, that your lover should be no longer in the first flush of youth. Your nature seems to require something to venerate, as well as to love. And I have ever observed at prayers, that you seem more especially rapt and carried beyond yourself, in those passages which call peculiarly for worship and adoration."

"Yes, dearest," said Madeline fervently, "I own that Eugene is of all beings, not only of all whom I ever knew, but of whom I ever dreamed, or imagined, the one that I am most fitted to love and to appreciate. His wisdom, but more than that, the lofty tenor of his mind, calls forth all that is highest and best in my own nature. I feel exalted when I listen to him ;—and yet, how gentle, with all that nobleness! And to think that he should descend to love me, and so to love me. It is as if a star were to leave its sphere!"

"Hark! one o'clock," said Ellinor, as the deep voice of the clock told the first hour of morning. "Heavens! how much louder the winds rave. And how the heavy sleet drives against the window! Our poor watch without! but you may be sure my uncle was right, and they are safe at home by this time; nor is it likely, I should think, that even robbers would be abroad in such weather!"

"I have heard," said Madeline, " that robbers generally choose these dark, stormy nights for their designs, but I confess I don't feel much alarm, and he is in the house. Draw nearer to the fire, Ellinor; is it not pleasant to see how serenely it burns, while the storm howls without! it is like my Eugene's soul, luminous, aud lone, amidst the roar and darkness of this unquiet world!"

"There spoke himself," said Ellinor smiling to perceive how invariably women, who love, imitate the tone of the beloved one. And Madeline felt it, and smiled too.

After perusing tail extract, it is perhaps not too much of thee, gentle reader, to expect that thou wilt feel an anxiety to turn to the volumes themselves, for at least a newer excitement than the Cholera: or for a momentary relief from the everlasting discussions on The Bill I

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The following singular advertisement will perhaps give a better key to the state of feeling which prevailed in our city, in 1779, than any thing that could be said or sung, now a-days:—

"That having some houses to build at Jeanston, any man that builds one or more of them, must keep six layers on the walls, besides his other hewers and darksmen; and shall get from me three pounds the first week, four the second, and five the third week, to pay his men; and the balance paid him that day the work is done. And he is to have nought for lintels or sharping irons, nor soles or foundations, but only his agreed price for the rood. His servants are not to curse or swear; and, if they do, they are to pay as by Act of Parliament, or as the magistrate) have fixed it.

Whoever agree, must give me in their estimates on Friday, and begin on Monday. Robert M'nair.


On turning over a file of the Glasgow Mercury, we find, under the date of May 8th, 1783, that our worthy and respectable contemporary, the Editor of the " Herald," obtained the prize for the best specimen of Elocution, in the delivery of Latin Speeches.


To the Editor of Tub Day.

Sir,—I shall ever have reason to bless " The Day" in which you published my letter. My sweetheart, the goodly Bachelor, took the hint, and on Tuesday night, with great suavity aud warmth of feeling, asked me to become the wife of his binom: we are to be married on the 2d April; it would have been on the first, only, it happens to be a Sunday.

I shall send the decemvirate cake and gloves. Yours, &c.

W. L. U. Marrytm.

P. S. I have just ordered Betty to drown Julius Caesar, and to put me in mind, to-morrow, to send the little spaniel Cupid as a present to the Dog Club.

Glasgow, 15th March.


Francis Palcrave, Esq. has, in the press, "The Rise and Progress of the English Commonwealth, from the first settlement of the Anglo-Saxons in Britain," with an appendix of documents and records, hitherto unpublished, illustrative of the history of the Civil and Criminal Jurisprudence of England.

Captain Mundat is about to publish "Pen and Pencil Sketches in India," being a Journal of a Tour in that Country, with numerous engravings, by Laudseer, chiefly illustrative of the Field Sports of India.

Cicero No Poet.—As to Cicero, I am of the common opinion, that (learning excepted) he had no great natural parts. He was a good citizen, of an affable nature, as all fat heavy men, such as he was, usually are; but given to ease, and had a mighty share of vanity and ambition. Neither do I know how to excuse him for thinking his poetry fit to be published. 'Tig no great imperfection to make bad verses: but it is an imperfection not to be able to judge how unworthy his verses were of the glory of his name. For what concerns his eloquence, that is totally out of comparison, and I believe it will never be equalled.—Montaigne.


Owing to a press of matter, we are obliged to allow the article on the " Assembly" to stand over till to-morrow.

The "Farewell Stanzas" by a Dragoon Officer are too affectionate for our columns.

"No Lawyer's" Epistle will appear to-morrow.

(glF The very extensive and increasing circulation of " The Day" has suggested the measure of offering it as a medium for Advertising. We beg leave, therefore, most respectfully to inform the public that the columns of this Morning Journal are ready to receive advertisements at the same rame rates as the Glasgow newspapers. Glasgow, 19th March, 1832.

Published, every Morning, Sunday excepted, by John Finlay, at No. 9, Miller Street; and Sold by John Wylie, 97, Argyle Street; David Robertson, and W. R. M'pwun, Glasgow; Thomas Stevenson, and the outer Booksellers, Edinburgh: DaVid Dick, and A. Gardner, Booksellers, Paisley .■ A., Greenock; and J. Glass, Bookseller, Rotlisay.








I've Been tonic balls and revels in my time.

And staid them over for some silly reason.
And then I looked, (1 hope it was no crime,)

To see what lady best stood out the seasoa J
But, writing names would merit reprehension,

Yet, if you like to find out this fair she—
At the next Glasgow or Mid-Lothian ball,

You still may mark her cheek out-blooming all.


I Was just taking a last look at my mirror, and putting the finish to the tie of my neckloth, preparatory to my appearance at the Assembly, the other evening', when my servant knocked at the bed-room door, and informed me, that a gentleman was waiting for me in the parlour.

"A gentleman calling upon me at this hour ! James, did you not tell him that I was particularly engaged?" I enquired, not very well pleased at the int «rruption.

Yes, Sir, I said that you could not possibly see any person to-night, as you were occupied with important business; but the gentleman did not mind me at all, for he just winked to me and brushed into the house, saying, that he knew what was your business, and that it was to talk about it that he came to see you."

"Confound his impertinence," I exclaimed, "what sort of a gentleman is he? Tell him I'm not at home, or sick—anything."

"I told him you were not at home, Sir, and he said you were not far away, then; and I said you were complaining a little, but he maintained that he would doctor you. He's a Highland gentleman, Sir, and will take no denial."

Well, thought I, there is no help for me ; and, even at the risk of leaving my toilet unfinished, I must go down stairs and see what this Highland gentleman wants. I had no sooner entered the parlour, than I found a brawny fist thrust into my own, and a stout, but rather handsome man, of about thirty, accosted me with a northern accent, and a rapid utterance.

"Ha! Mr. Spectacles, how glad I am to see you," were the first words he uttered, "it is your friend, Mr.

Duncan , has requested me to deliver this note into

your possession. He is a cousin of my own, Sir, and when I came all the way from Loch-na-meol to Glasgow, I found he has caught the rheumatism with the rain, and wishes you to take me to the assembly to see the ladies."

I took the card which was offered me by my new acquaintance, and found it confirming the particulars which he related, and introducing to my especial

care, Mr. Neil M'K of Loch-na-meol. At any

other time, the slightest hint from "Uncle Duncan" would have been sufficient to make me bestow the most obsequious attention on any of his friends, but just at the moment when I was preparing for an assembly, to be incumbered by an outlandish companion, was a favour which I could not receive agreeably even from the kind old gentleman. I thought of the ridicule which would be excited at the assembly, by the behaviour of a country laird, who, as Uncle Duncan said himself, had scarcely ever been in gay society. I figured to myself the depreciation to which I should be exposed, by being seen in public with a new man; and these considerations presented themselves so for

cibly, that I resolved at once to escape from the engagement if possible. All this passed through my mind in a moment; in the mean time, the Highlander's tongue never rested for a moment.

"I am told, Mr. Spectacles, that you are the best person in the world for shewing a stranger to an assembly, so I hope for your good offices to-night, and you may depend upon my serving you as a friend again. I have a noddy at the door, which I would have required to hire for my own use, and you shall have a seat in it without a farthing of expense.

In this way, he continued his frank address, without my being able, for some time, to interrupt him. At last, I merely got a word or two squeezed in, to plead an apology for declining his company, but, this unwillingness, on my part, was all attributed to coyness, about accepting his offer of a free conveyance. With many blunt and honest protestations, therefore, he insisted upon my taking my place in his noddy, and, actually, dragged me into it, while he assured me that I was as welcome there as I could be in a carriage of my own.

The coachman shut us both in together, and, mounting his box, drove off with an alacrity which accorded very ill with my wishes and feelings. I now found myself fairly imprisoned with this unfashionable Highlander, without the slightest possibility of escaping. My fate was exactly that of a criminal, in the act of being led to execution. In a space of time inconceivably little, I was to brave the lustre of a large and brilliant room, with one, whom, in the bitterness of my heart, I accused of all the ignorance of polished manners, of which it was possible to conceive any human being capable. I anticipated, in my imagination, a thousand awkward blunders, which, he would, infallibly, commit, and I tortured myself with reflecting upon the public disgrace which would be thus entailed upon myself. The titter of the ladies, and the sneers of the beaux, rose before my appalled mind, like the dreams of an opium eater, and already inflicted upon me, all the tortures of a degraded dandy. To increase my misery, my tormentor pursued his unceasing talk, without remission, and filled up the intervals of my melancholy reflections, with evidences of his unfitness for polished society. He kept continually dunuing into my ears, the request that I would get him some handsome lassie for a partner, who could dance a reel, for hours, without tiring. In the height of his enthusiasm, he threatened to spring to the ceiling, and, with the utmost glee, talked of catching a kiss in a quiet corner. At that moment, my sensations were so powerful that I could not find utterance to correct my companion's mistaken notions of conduct, and I contented myself with vowing, against Uncle Duncan, and his recommendations, comme Urns les qttatre.

The stopping of the carriage was a shock which nearly unnerved me altogether. The windows were let down, and the door opened with a violence which made my sickened soul sink within me; and, when I essayed to step out of the chaise, it was with difficulty that my limbs could perform their office. My confusion was not diminished, when my assiduous attendant seized my arm as we threaded the sinuosities of a back lobby, and hurried me towards the blazing lights, whose glare only brought to me the thoughts of confusion and disgrace. As we ascended the stairs together, my tormentor pressed my arm in a transport of delight, and whispered that we should keep together the whole evening. This announcement, and the critical point of my situation, inspired me with a desperate courage. With a cunning which is often the result of extremity I told him that it was a rule of fashion, for an individual never to be seen twice with the same person, in public, and advised him to distribute his attentions among as many of the company as he could. We had then arrived at the first landing place on the stair, and, as there were two passages leading to the saloon, I pointed to the left, desiring him to follow it, while I, resolutely, sprung up the right, and hastened to get into the room before he should make his debut. In my haste I rudely stepped in before a handsome gentleman, wearing upon his upper lip its unshorn treasure, and supporting a tall and elegant lady dressed in black satin. I cast one glance back to read the effects of my misdemeanour, and almost sunk to the ground as my eyes encountered a face whick spoke any offence against it, a violation of majesty.

The effect of the lights, and the music and the sound of human voices, though it at first stunned me a little, recovered me partly from my confusion. Before I had advanced far, I was saluted by some acquaintances, and found myself among a circle of ladies who were busily talking about some expected mysterious event. "When will he come?" said one. "What is he like?" said another. "Good gracious I" exclaimed a third, " he may be among us just now." "Aye !" replied a vivacious ladies' man, who now joined the group, "he may be at your elbow, Madam; for I remember I was once speaking about him at a large party, when I turned round, and saw him listening to me over my shoulder." "O! you have seen him? What was he like?" cried a host of voices at once, and a dead silence ensued while the smart wag gravely shook his head and answered, "Nay, that I can scarce tell; for, before I could recover from my surprise, he vanished through a door and I could only

catch a glimpse of the tail "" What, Mr.!

you saw his tail!" enquired a lady in a black gown, trimmed with white scallops in the skirt. "The tail of his coat, Ma'am, and that, as nearly as I could discover, was a pea green." The breathless suspense which had hung over the group here gave way for a little, and I had an opportunity to ask, who was the

individual alluded to. "O, Mr. !" replied the

lady in black, "you are just conic, and have not heard us talking about the gentleman who wears the Spectacles of The Day! It is expected that he will visit the Assembly to-night, and we are looking out for his appearance." These words were no sooner uttered, than I felt my toe violently trod upon, and, looking to the side, I saw my Highland friend, jogging me with all his might, and winking in such a manner as to intimate that there was a secret between us both, which was not known to the rest of those present. I could have grinned with rage upon the officious fellow, but, fearing lest his signs might produce a discovery, I went with him to another part of the room. He was very anxious that I should introduce him to a tasteful figure, in bright red, and almost ran mad after a young lady whom I had only seen once before in public, deeorated with lace and white roses. I took pity, however, upon their pretty faces, and got my guest saddledon one of those fragrant evergreens, which, by an anomaly in the science of nomenclature, are denominated wallflowers.

Now, left to myself, I had leisure to reconnoitre the room, and the first thing that struck my attention was, the profusion of white dresses, certainly the most appropriate colour for a dancing saloon. The fairy forms which moved, with swan-like grace, through the quadrille, derived additional beauty from the undulations of snowy vestments, and, when the waltz came

in its turn to occupy a place among the amusements of the evening, the pulses of the air seemed all at once to assume a sensible form and motion, and to vibrate in the magic circles of innumerable fair flounces. Here, shining in the glossy folds of white satin, a tall and elegant figure glanced athwart the eye with the mien of a Grecian female, her head sweeping aloft, a plume of Maraboo feathers, and there a pair of handsome ancles, bound after the fashion of the Tyrian virgins, shewed their modest shapes beneath a white flounce adorned with gold trimming. The eye, which traversed with phrenzied pleasure "the gay and festive scene," then rested with delight on the sweet countenance of a rosy girl, whose dark tresses, contrasting with a bunch of roses and confined within a silver band, and her light form, flitting in airy pink, made her look like Iris, the messenger of Juno "drawing a thousand colours from the adverse sun." Again, the attention was claimed by the circling movements of the waltzers, and, conspicuous among the rest, like the leading deer, a white plume nodding over a suit of sables, pointed out a gay queen of fashion. Then, "observed of all observers," a snowy, swan-like form, supported by a pleasant officer, swam past the eye, with Parisian elegance, diffusing scintillations of light from golden sprigs of jessamine. Countenances expressive of sweetness, and figures moulded in the cast of dignity, pursued each other in never ending round. "Beauties, which even a Cynic might avow," there shewed their lilies and roses, the peculiar graces of their clime, and the Moor, who stood that night gazing upon the lovely groups, might have fancied

"Paradise within his view,
And all its houris beckoning too."

But, who is she, calm as a summer sky, beautiful as the morning, who advances, robed in the pure colour of the sun, and imparting a share of her own light to the society which live around her? With tresses like the glittering forest leaves, which glance back the rays of the sun, and with a smile like that which wakens nature in a morning of May? Is it thou, beautiful among the daughters of Scotland, and blooming as the rose of Shiraz? Dost thou, who erst veiled thy charms in subduing sable, now shew thy perfect power of pleasing, by assuming the garb of cheerful white? Art thou ever ovely, both in the emblem of night, and as the goddess of day, and hast thou chosen that those hearts which thy solemn suit had wounded, should own the power of thy beauty, when adorned with sprightly vesture?

These were the spontaneous feelings which sprung up in my heart, as I gazed for the first time on the belle of the evening, and I could not help wishing myself a handsome young foreigner, that I might support on my arm so precious a burden. I was arrested in such reflections by a voice behind me, which I recognized to be the unwelcome one of the Laird of Loch-na-meol. —Hoping to escape from his intrusion, I endeavoured to move off among the crowd, but, before my object could be accomplished, his hand was on my shoulder.

"Here 1" said he, " what is that gentleman with the blue coat and silk lining to the tails of it?"

"That, I believe, is one of the stewards," was my reply.

"Just so, and, think you, will he have any ginger beer, for there are some ladies that I want to give a drink to?"

O! hang this fellow, thought I, he takes a steward of an assembly for a cork drawer. Woe betide me! if I am to endure the scorn of his ignorance. With all the art I was master of, I endeavoured to get rid of him, with an indefinite answer, but all to no effect. Like Sinbad's old man, he again got me into his gripe, and seemed determined not to let me get off as long as he had questions to ask, and remarks to make. He was very much pleased with the company —thought this lady, in white, with the profusion of curls, pretty, and that neat figure, in pink, absolutely bewitching. The tall lady with the Grecian profile, and the other with the alabaster skin and aqualine nose were, decidedly, elegant, but rather too slim for his taste. But what dwelt with most weight upon his mind, was that he could not get an opportunity of dancing a reel. Gallopades, waltzes and quadrilles, had completely tired him, and I found his whole amusement had consisted in conversing with the ladies. He was now determined, however, to attempt a quadrille, and, though I foresaw that he would expose himself, I could not resist the temptation of introducing him to a partner, and thus getting rid of him myself. In leading him across the room, I observed that one of my acquaintances, whom I meet frequently at a billiard room, cut me, after looking very hard at my companion.

Again master of myself, I lounged about the room with the view of securing myself a place in the next dance. In my cruize I was passed by a very pretty and genteel figure in white muslin, with B satin band, whom I understood to be a debutante, leaning upon the arm of a learned gentleman, and I was ultimately successful enough to engage the hand of a handsome belle arrayed in the same colour, whose gay shawl had often attracted my admiration to the fair owner on a forenoon. We took our station beside the ropes, and were quietly waiting for a gay young spark, who could get no lady to dance with him, as they were all engaged three deep, and were refusing all invitations with some hauteur, when, to my horror, who should appear as our vis a vis but my unwearied persecutor? His feelings were of a different kind from mine; for he nodded over to me half a dozen times with the greatest glee, and seemed desirous to make me mad, with showing our acquaintance, by every hideous expression which his face could muster. It was no relief from this dumb show, when the dancing began, for my friend was so untutored in that art, that he used a quick reel step the whole time he was upon the floor, and made such bungling, in trying to execute the figures of the quadrilles, that we were soon obliged, though very much against his will, to resume our seats.

Stung with as much mortification as I could have felt, had I committed the blunders myself, I slunk away, and endeavoured to escape being noticed as the friend of a person who had created so much confusion. In fact, I was just upon the point of quitting the room, when a young dragoon, who makes a good figure on horseback, requested me to stay, as he wished to introduce me to a very promising young lady, dressed with blond sleeves, who had come out that evening. I returned, therefore, and, as I went to speak to one of the directresses, I heard the Highland accents of Loch-na-meol. He was seated upon a sofa, between two ladies, making his jokes upon a number of waiting maids in the orchestra, which was employed, on this occasion, for the purpose of giving strangers of that description, a peep at well dressed people. The Highlander was quite delighted to have an opportunity of shewing his rustic taste, in criticising the looks of these spectators; but there was, probably, no other person in the room, who did not wish that, instead of the scarlet cloth affair, the orchestra had been kept in its pro- I per place.

Luckily, I did not attract his observation just then, and I sat a little with the matron I was seeking, whose comely and good humoured countenance restored me some comfort. In a short while, I observed a number of people were going away. I took the opportunity to make my exit as quietly as possible. I did not, however, accomplish this without being observed by my faithful Achates, who fastened himself upon me in the passage. We proceeded down stairs together, and were looking out for a noddy, when, all at once, my companion discovered that he had got an old hat, instead of a spick-andspan-new one, which, in the simplicity of his heart, he

1 had purchased for the occasion. I observed to him, that it was the established rule of public parties, for the guests who left first, to take the best hats with them, and that he could not expect to have a better than that which fell to his share, considering how many had been served before him. This, however, was poor consolation, and he insisted upon our making some attempt to recover the lost beaver. This suggested to me a scheme for ridding myself of his company, and for revenging myself on him, for the misery which he had caused me. "Well," said I, "if you are anxious about your hat, the only place where I think it is likely to be found, is the coal hole; and if you please, we shall go there to seek it."

"What'" said he, surprised beyond measure, "and is it in a coal hole that they put a gentleman's hat?"

"Stay! my friend, you do not understand—the coal hole is a sort of finish for young bloods."—" Yes, trust you there," he rejoined. It is a finish for new hats at any rate."

With some persuasion, I got him to accompany me to that famous resort of merriment, and, before he well knew where he was, I had him pushed into the room, where several choice spirits of my acquaintance had already assembled. "Gentlemen, here is Mr. Spectacles of The Day"—I cried as I thrust him in among them, and no sooner were the words out of my mouth, than I had secured the door on the outside, thus rendering useless any attempt at escape from within, and then walked leisurely off, while my ears were gratified with the cries of " out with Mr. Spectacles, duck him, bag him," which effectually drowned all the unfortunate Highlander's attempts at expostulation.


(An Impromptu at the last Assembly.)
Need I name the charm1* that win me,
Need I tell the love within me.
Who that looks upon thy beauty,
But must own that love's a duty.

Teach thy skin to doff its whiteness,
Bid thine eyes to lose their brightness.
Then my prayers will cease to move thee,
Then, my Anne, I'll cease to love thee.

But while beauteous forms and faces
Speak the heart's euchanting graces;
And while these are lavish'd o'er thee,
Still, I must, and will, adore thee!


Steak Navigation.—There is one very important point of distinction between America and England with respect to Steam Navigation. The Americans have no steam-vessels that go to sea, or so few that they need hardly be counted. A few boats make passages up and down the Strait that lies between Long Island and the main land of New York, and one or two run from Boston to ports in the North; but, with these exceptions, the steam navigation of America, magnificent as it is, may be considered as confined to the fresh water, while that of Britain may be said as yet to be exclusively on the ocean. Nor is this adduced as a mere point of curious distinction; it involves in its essence a difference of the highest national importance. The steam-boats of America are not tit, either by their form or the nature of their materials, to stand the action of the sea for ten minutes; and, in like manner, the men by whom they are navigated are not seamen in any sense of the word. It is very true that an American is a hardy, active, and ingenious fellow—up to anything and everything; but for all this versatility of talent and ductility of purpose, it is not possible all at once to convert him, into a salt-water sailor, any more than it is possible to render his river steam-boat a sea-going craft. On the coasts of this empire, on the other hand, we are daily bringing up in our steamers an additional set of seamen, as valuable as any which the coasting trade has given birth to in past times, while all our old sources of supply remain untouched— Quarterly Review.

Novel English.—Byron, in one of his notes appended to Don Juan, says:—" Anent is a Scotch phrase which has been made English by the Scotch novels."—A novel way of making English! We shrewdly guess the " Great Magician's Wand" has been at work here.

GLASGOW REMINISCENCE. In the year 1779, in the month of September, a woman set out from the Cross of this city, to walk on foot to Haddington (60 measured miles) in 19 hours, which she performed with ease in 16 hours and three quarters. The bets, at starting, were ten guineas to one that she would not perform it.

GLASGOW HUNT REMINISCENCE. In November, 1779, the gentlemen of the Glasgow Hunt found a fox on Tuesday morning, at Tollcross, at nine o'clock, and run him till half-past four in the afternoon; he crossed Clyde three times, and ran over a great tract of country; he, at last, got the ground, in Hamilton wood. The chase could not be less than fifty miles.


The following Epistle, connected with the subject of Law, Lawyers and Litigants, will be found worthy of the attention and consideration of our readers. The proposal of our correspondent is one which we would be glad to see carried into effect, but we agree with him that the formation of a code, like that of the Code Napoleon, is surrounded with many difficulties.

To the Editor of Tun Day. Sia,—Your able paper on "Law, Lawyers and Litigants," while it contains many sound truths well expressed, leaves, at the same time, an opening for some few remarks.

The absurd prejudices against the members of the legal profession you very properly expose; but, still I think you do not make sufficient allowance for these feelings, which it must be allowed alone originate in the delays and uncertainty of the law.

It appears strange that, while a single sitting of a court of justice suffices to determine the life or death of a human being, years must elapse before the disputed succession to an estate can be settled. A friend of mine, by the death of a relative, had, about twenty-six years ago, a portion of an estate in a neighbouring county bequeathed to him, the co-heirs denied his right, and a lawsuit was the result. The case has ever since been travelling alternately between the Court of Session and the House of Lords, and, though he has had repeated decisions in his favour, he is only now, when arrived at an advanced period of life, about to receive what ought to have been his property twenty-six years back. Now, Sir, though it might possibly have taken more than a day to decide this question, I cannot help thinking that, under a proper system, with some little previous examination into the merits of the case, a day being appointed, documents produced, and witnesses examined, as in criminal cases, that a decision could have been arrived at within an extremely moderate period. One of the great evils of British law is, that it is founded on no certain principles; its existence chiefly depends on the decisions of former judges, and the commentaries of writers upon their opinions. Again, these decisions are daily liable to be overturned by succeeding judges, showing that there must be something extremely unsettled in the foundation of that, which every newly-fledged judge can so easily upset. The study of British law may prove a quickeuer to the intellect, and may be calculated 11 to impress upon the miud of the student, the principles of justice, equity and truth." But, I doubt very much, if the law itself be likely to instil an admiration of the same principles in the minds of those suitors, who are dragged within its pale, whether in a righteous or an unrighteous cause. The law of this country, is in truth, an expensive luxury, for the gratification of the rich man's petulance or envy—to the poor it presents no evenhanded justice, that is a prize beyond his reach. Our demand therefore, is, to possess cheap and speedy justice—justice to all classes in society—and, though speed may occasionally carry injustice in its train, better is it to have even that quickly, than years of expensive litigation and annoyance.

I am glad to find, that you acknowledge the evils of the present system ; but, I am afraid that it is not the abolishing of fees to useless servants, and altering the forms of procedure, that will alone bring about the desired end—the numerous scattered acts of the legislature, and the leading features of R proper system of law ought to be collected together into one national code, to which every man might refer and apply to his own case. Difficulties no doubt might arise, cases might occur which no code could comprise; but these, as they happened, might be made to form a fitting appendix to the grand code, and in the course of a few years, we might have laws, which, if not absolutely perfect, would be as near perfection as any human institution could well arrive at.

There are no doubt many plausible objections to a code, but, they appear greatly counter-balanced by the advantages likely to accrue from it. The formation of one is a task fitted for some master mind, and such a man the country at present possesses: were his energies directed to this point, and joining to it, a more rational mode of procedure than the present, no man need despair of seeing the laws of his country possessed of a clearness and aptitude of application, very different from the mystery and doubt which overshadow the present absurd system.

Trusting that you will excuse these desultory remarks, I remain, yours, &c. No Lawyer.


The verses to the "Comet," by <* A Neighbouring Star," are too eccentric for our taste.

The paper of " Ad admirer," we suspect, would not excite the admiration of the public. The story is common-place.

The Epistle, asking us, whether we were serious when we wrote the Article " On the Highland Character," requires no answer.


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M. E. having taken the Royal Family of England, has determined to visit all the Continental Court* before any more provincial Towns, and he hopes that the specimens left behind him in Glasgow will give ample proof of his peculiar talent in taking Likenesses.

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