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All who delight in seeing the grace and activity of the young, have been deprived of a privileged amusement, by the termination of Monsieur Dupuis' season. The morning assemblies of this gay and gallant foreigner have always been agreeable resorts for the parent* and friends of his numerous pupils, and have often exhibited more elegant specimens of the polite art, of which Monsieur Dupuls is the tutelary deity, than are to be met with at private ball* or public assemblies,




To the Editor of Tub Dir. Sia,—I was happy to see, some time ago, a communication In your journal regarding the iron- railing of the new Exchange, in Queen Street, and now request a place for a few observations on a subject somewhat similar, regarding St. Enoch's church.

Should the iron-railing, now erecting round St. Enoch's square, be continued on the south side of the square, on the same site it formerly occupied, the effect will be, to destroy the appearance of the facade of the church, and to make it seem low and unimposing.

A very different and superior effect would be produced, by continuing the new railing in a direct line to the southward, on the east and west sides of the church, turning it, at right angles, to the church at its southern extremity. A gate will be necessary to admit the exit of the congregation at the side doors, and a handsome gate will be required at each side in front of the church, through which carriages will enter from the west, draw up in front, and drive off by the opposite eastern gate.

I hope these remarks will meet with consideration; they are offered with the most disinterested wish to improve the appearance of St. Enoch's Square, and to do justice to the work of the architect of the church.—Your obedient servant,


March, 1832.


We subjoin two specimens of the angry communications we are in daily receipt of, from nur rejected poetical correspondents, which, we dare say, will amuse our readers as much as they have diverted us :—

To the Editor of The Day. Sia,—I lately favoured you with a few lines of poetry, and you show your want of taste by its non-insertion. I have been twice at the expense of purchasing your paltry penny publication, and have not even had the trifling consolation of its receipt being acknowledged. Is it thus you encourage the first rays of genius? and you say humdrum is out of place in The Day. I say, there is nothing but hum-drum in it from beginning to end. "Every dog has its day," and you have your's. You seem to put nothing in but the ravings of your own disordered imagination. If my effusion is not inserted by the 28th current, rely on my utmost displeasure.

W. M. D.

March 26tb, 1832.

Sir,—I beg to enquire if you are afraid the literary world will be too small to contain your poems and mine, that you advise me to discontinue writting.' Till now, I conceived you considered the brightness of your's sufficient to burn up all the writtitigs that ever preceded them. You acknowledge that my song contains two or three pretty images-1—well, then, are these not enough to ensure its insertion in your Day? More than two or three dozen of jingles which have appeared there, that I could name, that have neither poetry, expression, originality, similie, image nor common sense—in fact, that are entirely destitute of every thing that constitutes poetry.

But I must thank you for the insertion of two of my pieces, one in an early number, the other, in a very late one, which, because they escaped your notice in stile of hund-writting, also escaped your fastidiousness. When I sent my last, I did not send it for criticism nor advice. Had I stood in need of these, I knew better than ask them from a source where I could expect no proper and no honest answer. But, Sir, I despise you and your criticisms, and if I should, at any time, perceive my " Pretty images" blended with yours, (a thing you are rather guilty of) I shall write a Sonnet that will hurl a black cloud of disgrace about your ears and extinguish the little popularity you may have become possessor of.—I am, Sir, your's,


Glasgow, 29th March, 1833.

* Printer's Devil.—Such spelling.

Ms. Galt has in the Press a new Novel, entitled, "Stanley Buxton, or the Schoolfellows."

There is a project now afloat of starting a Monthly Theological Magazine in this city.


We will be happy to hear, occasionally, from " A. Y." with any translations he may make from the German, but we will, at the same time, feel obliged to him, if he will point to the particular portion of any author's work which he has thought proper to transfer into our language, so that we may examine the work for ourselves. We are rather particular in our German department.

"A lies Zum Guten" will be inserted if a more legible M.S. be sent us. As, also, "A Real Friend," from Herder.

"A Peep at the Trongate" will not suit us.

"The Queen Street Fire" wants " Fire" exceedingly.

"H. H." may perhaps succeed in the difficult manufacture of verses, after another five years' apprenticeship.

We beg leave, respectfully, to decline the three volumes of "Unpublished Pieces, in Prose and Verse," placed at our disposal, by the gentleman who modestly hints, that, if they were published under the name of Sir Walter Scott, Southey, or Wordsworth, they would take amazingly. He may be right, they would, certainly, " take in" a few noodles, and but a few. His qi lie at our publishers, and if not removed within three days, house rent must be charged for them.

ATKINSON & CO. will, TO-MORROW, PUBLISH, Price Is. (id.-. ASSURANCE AND ITS GROUNDS, a Sermon, Preached at the Ordination of the Rev. JOHN LAURIE, as Minister of the Church and Parish of Row; with the CHARGE, addressed to the Minister and the Parishioners, by the Rev. WILLIAM FLEMING, D.D. Published at the request of the Presbytery.

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WE are not aware that the number of distinguished Authors, belonging to our city, is so great, as to permit us to consign even one of them to obscurity, and, yet, for almost two hundred years, comparatively nothing more has been known of Zauharias Boyd than his bust in the Court of the College, his donation to the University, and his supposed authorship of certain doggerel verses, which are never recited but for the amusement or ridicule of the hearer. We trust our readers will have it juster idea of the merits of Boyd, before the conclusion of our remarks, and that, if they will not permit us to inscribe his name on the highest circle of the pillar, that records the glories of the Scottish muse, they will, at least, assign to it a station far above that to which they formerly considered him entitled.

It is proper to avail ourselves of the earliest opportunity of disabusing the reader, regarding Boyd's authorship of the absurd verses, that have been inserted in the jest books of the present day, and which are so frequently offered as specimens of his composition. Many of these are not to be found in his works at all, and others have been mutilated and altered to suit the false taste of the collector. "It is astonishing," says Dr. Jamieson, "what liberties have been taken with the memory of one of the principal benefactors of the University, good Zachary Boyd, in the extracts pretended to be given from the MS. of his poetical works, preserved in the College Library. Unpolished as many of his expressions are, they have been grossly exaggerated."

The first notice of our author will be found in a a letter from David Boyd to Principal Boyd, wherein the following expression occurs:—" There is a friend of yours, Zacbarias Boyd, who will pass his course at the College within two years." From Glasgow he went to Saunmr, in France, under his relation, Robert Boyd. According to his own statement, he had been absent in France sixteen years, " where it had pleased God to make him a preacher of the word, the space of four years." He returned to his native country in 1621. In 1623, he was ordained minister of the church of the Barony Parish of Glasgow, in which situation he continued till his death.

He filled the distinguished office of Lord Rector of the University, in the years 1634*35 and 1645.

That Boyd was I man of strong nerve, and courageous deportment, is evinced by the spirited conduct he displayed during Cromwell's visit to this city. It is related by Baillie, "that Cromwell and his army came by way of Kilsyth to Glasgow, The Magistrates and Ministers fled all away. I got to the Isle of Curaray with my Lady Montgomery, but left all my family, and goods to Cromwell's courtesy, which, indeed, was great, for he took such a course with his soldiers, that they did less displeasure at Glasgow than if they had been at London, though Mr. Zachary Boyd railed on them all, to their very face, in the High Church." On another occasion, when Cromwell went in state to the Cathedral, it so happened that Mr. Boyd preached in the forenoon, when he took occasion, severely, to inveigh against the Protector, so that his Secretary whispered him for leave "to pistol the

scoundrel." "No, no," said Cromwell, "we will manage him another way." He therefore asked the minister to dine with him, and the visit was concluded by prayer, which lasted three hours, " even until three in the morning."

A man so conscientious in the discharge of ministerial duties, public and private, was not likely to be careless, either in his studies, or the employments with which he was intrusted. He appears to have risen early in the morning, from his reprimand to those "who are of a base spirit, who, sluggishly gaping and stretching, lye buskinge on the downe," and he often quoted a Latin verse, which he translated thus,

"It maketh holie, whole and rich to rise early in the morning."

Towards the termination of his life, he became debilitated, and attempted to curtail his public discourses; but, even under such circumstances, this gave offence to his congregation, and the session records bear upon them the following remonstrance on the subject—" Feb. 13, 1651, some are to speak to Mr. Z. Boyd about the soon skailing of the Baronie kirk on Sunday afternoon."

Of the last sickness of Boyd, there is no record, but we know nothing more touching, in biography, than the following words, written tremulously and indistinctly, in a manuscript he had nearly completed, "heere the author was neere his end, and was able to doe no more, March third, 1653."

Like other great men, Boyd had his aversions and peculiarities. His ire seems to have been highly excited, by the indulgence of the fair sex in the elegancies of the toilet, and the vanities of outward adornment; but what will some of our clerical friends say to the following anathema.

"There be now another sort of drunkards, who spoile their healthe with reeke and smoke; tabaccamen, who goe about to smoke the soule out of the body, as if it were ll force chased out of his hole. What count shonlde such fierie pipers make to God, if death in an instant should seize upon them with that fire pipe at their mouth? I will not insiste against this sinne that was once a great stranger in this land, onely this will I say for the present: this takeing of reeke seemethe to be a graceless thing. If a man come into a house and take but a drink, he will first pray to God for a blessing. But there is no grace for tobacco, as if it were not a creature of God."

Of Boyd's poetical genius it is now our duty to offer an opinion. He appears to have had a vivid impression and relish for the beauties of nature, and whatever was presented to him, either in real life, or in the course of his reading, seems to have been indelibly impressed on his mind. In his prose works, there are passages of eloquence second to none in the works of our Scottish writers; yet in these, we find expressions, intermingled, that induce us to question the author's taste even when he is most splendid.

"It is now time to mind the things that are above. Fye upon clay and stones! What are all the royal palaces of the world to these stately houses above, whereof the floure or pavement glistens with thousands of starres, as with as many golden nails, or twinkling diamonds. There the sun and moon, the two great jewels of heaven, shall be under your feet, which are now above our head."(Battle of the Soul.)

From one who took from scripture nearly all his subjects, it were impossible not to expect, at times, some scintillations of pleasing poetry, but an unhappy facility in composing rhymes seems to have deceived Boyd, into the idea he was favoured by the muse more frequently than his works will allow us to believe.

We shall now present our readers with a few exextracts from the Poetry of Z. Boyd, merely premising, that his faults may in some measure be attributed to the period in which he wrote, and the peculiar manner in which the writers of his day always endeavoured to express themselves.

O, Day spring, from on high—

Cause pass away our night;
Cleare first our morning skye,

And, after, shine thou bright.

This morning wee doe call

Upon thy name Divine,
That thou among us all—

Cause thine Aurora shine.

O that our hours were spent

Among the sonnes of men,
To praise the Omnipotent,

Amen, yea, and amen.

The following lines are from "The Flowers of Zion."—

Description of the latter.
A cypress tree doth wave upon his helme,
His burnish'd harness, like a comet, bright—
All blazing, bloody seemeth—to our sight;
His lance, a loome beam, yea, a mast most big,
Which he doth shake, ev'n like an osier twig;
His stormy voice, is like the roaring thunder,
When as the clouds, most sulph'ry break asunder;
From top to toe, bee's all in harness bright—
What captaine darre, with such a gyant fight?

I see king, priest, and people all are clad
From sorrows wardrop—with a colour sad,
They silent stand—deep silence sure affords
Grief's sharper accent, then most eloquent words.

FROM THE HISTORIE OF SAMPSON. Ho ! Manoah's wife, I willing come to thee, Whom I so modest, and so humble see; Not like vain women, who have greatest speede, To curl the cockers of their frizzled head. The diamonds dancing in their hair like spangles, As pearly dew that on the branches dangles; Though they be base, they'll counterfit the queene, In rich gold tissue, on a ground of greene: Where, here and there, the shuttle doth encheck The changeant colour of a Mallard's neck; They are so vaine, each part of them descries, That art and cunning strive to get the prize. A volume, containing " The Last Battle of the Soul ia Death," and several excerpts from the manuscripts of Boyd, ably edited by Mr. Neil, has been lately published. It is, in every way, creditable to the talents of the Editor. The engraved portrait, by Woodrow, is amongst the very best specimens in that department of art, we have seen published in Glasgow for a long time, and the book is altogether worthy of the public patronage, whether it be valued as a literary curiosity, or an interesting relic of a distinguished Scottish Author.


An analysis of the secret causes, which influence the sentiments of mankind, affords a melancholy view of the weakness of human nature. Even upon subjects, purely intellectual, there is but little of unbiassed conviction. Those circumstances which the logician would call the mere accidents of our nature, as our parentage, neighbourhood, or locality of abode—unimportant as they may appear, and little connected with the peculiar powers and faculties which distinguish our rational being, nevertheless, too frequently operate, to form, or at least modify, the most serious and deliber

ate opinions of men. Nor would it be fair to allege that weak minds alone are subject to such influences. They affect every degree and shade of intellectual endowment. It would, no doubt, be equally misanthropical and untrue to maintain that, in no instance, have powerful talents soared, superior to all disadvantages, and defied every adverse influence which might have contracted the sphere, or limited the expansion of lessgifted minds. For the honour of human nature, we hope that the instances are not few where men have both clearly discerned, and zealously followed, the guiding light of truth, uninfluenced in their pursuit by other motives than the dictates of reason and conscience. It is, however, but too apparent that, if we except the exact sciences, and the reasonings of experimental philosophy, truth is but seldom sought, or valued, for its own sake. Moral science, as cultivated even by its most gifted professors, whenever it would practically enforce its doctrines, or shew their application to the life and manners of mankind, at once comes down from its high eminence. The code of the philosopher, assumes the colour of his age; and his voice, which should only be eloquent with the lessons of wisdom, is too often but the echo of the passions and prejudices of the men among whom he may chance to dwell. Of the great mass of mankind, we may make this assertion in still stronger language. With them, moral principle, of whatever kind it may be, is matter of mere chance. The locality of their animal life gives the colour to their intellectual existence. They profess the faith of their fathers, they adhere to the government of their country, without choice or investigation of the creed which they adopt, or the form of rule to which they unreservedly give up both their allegiance and their affections. With the same vacancy of thought with which the ox and the ass browse on their native pasture, they assume the leading peculiar- ites, and adopt all the distinctive shades, in manners and in sentiment, which prevail around them, not onfrequently boasting themselves of the success with which the copy has been made. Thus it is, that national character is formed and perpetuated, and those shades of difference arise, which constitute the discriminating moral characteristics in smaller communities. And thus it is, that the progress of human knowledge is so much retarded, that the crust of prejudice is hardened from age to age, and that, as we advance onward in the world's history, we too frequently find that each succeeding century is only the reflection of the ignorance and barbarism of those which have gone before.

These causes, it may seem, would render the improvement of society utterly hopeless; and so they would, did there not occur, from time to time, those great moral revolutions, which, agitating the minds of men, like the storms of the natural world, impart a new and vital influence to the inert mass of human opinions. But how seldom can the admirer of intellectual power and accomplishment venture to believe that the will of any one individual, however gifted, ever contributed, in any great degree, to the production of those important changes, which have formed, at different times, remarkable epochs in the history of the human mind. Was it the commanding talents of Luther, or the corruptions of the Romish hierarchy, which chiefly contributed to the reformation in Germany? was it the rapacity of the Scottish nobles, or the ardent zeal of Knox, that produced the same effect among ourselves? was it the trumpet-toned eloquence of Mirabeau, or the tyrannical exactions of an oppressive government, that spread that flame of liberty through France, which, though once almost quenched in blood, she yet so sacredly cherished. Once more, was it poverty, was it national, all-pervading poverty, stealing alike their necessaries from the low, and their luxuries from the high, or was it the theories of our wise and far-sighted politicians, which raised the national voice into that loud and unanimous call for Reform, which is echoed from every hamlet, and elo

qaent on every tongue? Effects such as these are produced by no one individual. These are the master springs by which the universe is governed, and that man philosophises with but a narrow vision who cannot rise from the effect to the cause, and see all things subordinated to Him, whose omniscient eye can perceive the spiritual operations of mind, and direct its subtle influences, with the same ease and certainty as the grosser revolutions of the material world.

It is not consistent with the purpose of this paper, to carry our investigations into the metaphysical difficulties presented by the question—whether our sentiments and trains of thought are governed by the same necessary laws, which most men are disposed to admit regulate the changes of the material world. Whether we adopt the opinion that man can, or cannot, controul the operations of his own mind, we find neither of these rival theories contains much that is flattering to human pride. If we say, with the necessarian, that we can neither controul our own volitions, nor carry these volitions into action, we, on the one hand, make a most humiliating confession of the weakness of our nature; and, if we maintain that the mind is sufficient to itself, independent in its action, and capable both to perceive, and to will, of its own underived energy, we open up, on the other hand, a still more humbling display of human character, in the too obvious misdirection of those heaven-born powers with which we are endowed. Without reference to this somewhat abstruse enquiry, we would content ourselves with remarking, that, in the great majority of cases, the causes which act upon mind are little less palpable than those which govern matter. We can trace, every day, and in every rank of life, the operation of those causes which influence the most grave and serious opinions of men, and, unfortunately, in so tracing them, we seldom can arrive at conclusions favourable to the dignity or purity of human motives. On the contrary, we are constantly reminded, that selfish passions interfere to cloud the understanding, and that indolence and timidity combine to strengthen that phalanx of circumstances, which, from earliest youth, is forming around every individual, and, in the end, acquire sufficient strength to contronl alike the intellect and the will.

The causes which principally operate in forming what passes current in the world as opinion, or, perchance, may be even dignified with the high-sounding epithet of principle, we may take occasion, hereafter, more fully to specify. In the mean time, we cannot better illustrate our meaning than in the following quotation from an essay of the justly celebrated Foster: "It is amusing to observe, how reason has, in one instance, been over-ruled into acquiescence, by the admiration of a celebrated name ; or, in another, into opposition, by the envy of it; how most opportunely reason discovered the truth, just at the time interest could be served by avowing it; how easily the impartial examiner could be induced to adopt some part of another man's opinions, after that other had approved of some part, especially if unpopular, of his—as the Pharisees almost became partial even to Christ, at the moment he defended some of their particular doctrines from the Sadducees. It is curious to see how a professed respect for a man's character and talents, and concern for his interest might be changed, in consequence of some personal inattention received from him, into illiberal invective against him and his intellectual attainments; and yet the railer, though actuated solely by petty revenge, account himself the model of equity and candour all the while. It is every day seen how the patronage of power can elevate miserable prejudices into revered wisdom, while poor old experience is mocked with thanks for her instruction; and how the vicinity or society of the rich, or, as they are termed, great, can melt a soul that seemed of the stern consistence of early Rome, into

the gentlest wax on which corruption could wish to imprint her venerable creed, the right divine of kings to govern wrong, with the pious inference that justice was outraged when virtuous Tarquin was expelled."

Such was the opinion which Foster entertained of the candour of the learned, and the patriotism of the loyal; and such U a specimen of that train of reflection which must be familiar to the observant mind in the intercourse of the woild. It would be most untrue to say, that disinterested principle is nowhere to be found, though it may be well worth considering what portion of the alloy of selfishness enters even into such high pretensions; but of the mass of mankind, it may be asserted without scruple, that an impartial scrutiny of the grounds on which their opinions rest, would make them glad to conceal, even from themselves, the polluted sources from which they spring.



•* Tell me a Story, plcaie."

Mr little girl
Lisp'd from her cradle—so I bent me down,
And told her how It rained, and rained, and rained,
Till all the flowers were covered and the trees
Hid their tall heads, and where the houses stood
And people dwelt, a fearful deluge rolled—
Because the world was wicked, and refused
To heed the words of God. But one good man,
Who long had warned the sinful to repent,
Obey and live—taught by the voice of heaven—
Had built an Ark, and thither, with his wife
And children, turn'd for fafety. Two and two,
Of beasts and birds, and creeping things, he took,
With food for all—and, when the tempest roar'd,
And the great fountains of the sky poured out
A ceaseless flood, till all beside were drown'd,
They, with their quiet vessel, dwelt secure—
And the mighty waves did heave them up,
And o'er the bosom of the deep they sail'd
For many days. But then a gentle Dove
'Scaped from the casement of the Ark, and spread
Her lonely pinion o'er that boundless wave.
All—all was desolation—chirping nest,
Nor face of man, nor living thing, she saw;
For all the people of the earth were drown'd
Because of disobedience.

Nought she spied,
Save wide dark waters, and a frowning sky—
Nor found her weary foot a place of rest.
So, with a leaf of olive in her mouth,
Sole fruit of her drear voyage, which, perchance,
Upon some wrecking billow floated by,
With drooping wing the peaceful ark she sought.
The righteous man that wandering Dove receiv'd
And to her mate restor'd, who, with sad moans,
Had wouder'd at her absence.

Then I looked
Upon the child, to see if her thoughts
Wearied with following mine—but her blue eye
Was a glad listener, and the eager breast
Of pleas'd attention curl'd her pouting lips—
And so I told her how the waters dried,
And the green branches wav'd, and the sweet buds
Came up in loveliness—and that meek Dove
Went forth to build her nest, while thousand birds
Awoke their songs of praise, and the low ark
Upon the breezy breast of Ararat
Reposed—and Noah, with glad spirits, rear'd
An altar te his God.

Since, many a time,
When to her rest, ere evening's earliest star,
That little one is laid, with earnest tone,
And pure cheek pressed to mine, she fondly asks
*' The Ark and Dove."

Mothers can tell how oft
In the heart's eloquence, the prayer goes up
From a sealed lip, and tenderly bath blest,
With the warm teaching of the sacred tale,
A voiceless wish, that when that timid soul—
Now in the rosy wish of infancy
Fast bound—shall dare the billows of the world,
Like the exploring Dove, and find no rest,
A friend—a pitying, a redeeming hand,
May, quietly, guide It to the Ark of Peace.

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GENEALOGY OF CHRIST. He was perfect in his generation!.




To the Editor of This Day, Sir,—It is recorded in the 17th verse of the L Chapter of Matthew's Gospel:—f' So all the generations, from Abraham to David, are 14 generations; and from David, until the carrying away into Babylon, are 14 generations ; and from the carrying away into Babylon unto Christ, are 14 generations;" thus making 42 generations in all.

The following is a faithful transcript of the generations enumerated in the modern or common version of the New Testament:— ■*'

Abraham. Solomon Salathlel.

Isaac, Roboam. Zorobabel.

Aula. Ablad.
Asa. Eliakim.
Josaphat. Azor.
Joram. Sadock.
Ozias. Achlm.
Joatham. Eliud.
Achaz. 4 Eleazar.

Ezekias. Mattban.
Manasses. Jacob.
Amon. Joseph.

Josias. JESUS 13

j_>sviu.—14 Jechonias 14

From whence it appears that there are only 41 generations! On comparing the 11th Verse of the I. Chapter of Matthew in the modern version with that of an old version, (Beza's edition,) I find the missing generation thus accounted for :.—


"And Josias begat Jechonias." "And Josias begat Jakim; and

Jakim begat Jechonias." Jakim falls therefore to be added to the modern version, in order to complete the 42 generations mentioned in Verse 17th; it is strange, however, that such au omission should have occurred on so important a subject. I remain, Sir, yours repectfully,

J. T.

Glasgow, 30th March, 1832.


To the Editor of The Djt. Sir,—As you are a person of some consequence, well read, and well informed, you will do a poor fellow, like myself, a great deal of favour, by informing the Ladies, of how great an inconvenience these monstrous Bonnets are, they are wearing in church. Do, give them a slight hint on this subject; and, if they be not advised

in a week, threaten them with a visit from Mr. Spectacles. I

am, Mr. Day, your most obedient servant,

Timothy Shobthidge.

Glasgow, 23d March, 1832.

CHARITY SERMON,—THE ANNUAL COLLECTION will be made in the OLD EPISCOPAL CHAPEL, TO-MOllROW, for the Poor of the Congregation, on which occasion the Rev. GEORGE ROSE, A. M. Trinity College, Cambridge, will Preach.

This Charity gives its aid chiefly to Aged Widows, and to Men in advanced life.

Glasgow, March 28, 1832.


Death-bed Reflection.—O, what matter of melancholic is this, that within a few days, where are my two beautifull twinkling eyes, shall be nothing but fearfull eye-holes in a rotten skull, which shall be nothing but u nest of clockes and abominable creeping things? Within a few years, this head, which now lyeth softlie upon this pillow, shall be rounded and trinnelled up and downe by the feete of the posteritie. Here a bone and there a bone, and not a bone together, all shall lie scattered here and there; the dogges shall play with some, and children shall play with others; some shall lye drying before the sunne, and others shall be bruised into pieces, and ground into powder. O what a change is in this our mortalitie! Beholde, presentlie, what a starveling I am, being nothing but skinue and bone '.—Boyd.

If life be compared to a journey, how often is religion, though the bosom friend of the early stage, only the occasional associate of thy next, is degraded into the formal attendant of the succeeding, and, at last, is viewed as a stranger, who is met in coldness, or a as a troublesome intruder, who is repelled in disgust. If life be compared to a voyage, how often, at the setting out, is the anxious eye drawn, incessantly, by the constraining power of religion, toward heaven, and the vessel is steered by the light from above; and, yet, while the course extends, and the ocean widens, and the necessity of sure direction is greater than before, a fatal boldness is engendered—the star of Bethlehem is no longer contemplated— pride and self-sufficiency usurp the helm, and the devoted bark is driven along the tracks, whose end is ruin. Or, if life be compared to the seasons, how often, in the spring of existence, does religion apparently take a deep root, and the heavenly plant rises, and, attractively, as well as rapidly, it ascends, and, far apart are the circles on the stem which mark its growth, and bright is its verdure, and, of the fruit, luxuriant is the promise. And, yet, it is afterwards oppressed and choked with a thousand vain productions, till, in the summer and autumn, it is utterly lost, under the broad and deadly umbrage of "plants which our Heavenly Father never planted."—Dr. Muir, Edinburgh.

AT the ANNUAL GENERAL MEETING of tbe PROPRIETORS of the NORTH BRITISH INSURANCE CORPORATION, held within the Company's Office, Hanover Street, on Monday the 5th instant, the following Noblemen and Gentlemen were elected PRESIDENTS and DIRECTORS, and a DIVIDEND was declared payable on Monday, the 4th day of June next.

President.—His Grace the Duke Of Gordon. Vice-presidents.—The Right Honourable the Earl of Aboyke.-—The Right Honourable the Eahl of Camperdowx and Gleneacles.

Extraordinary Directors.—-The Right Honourable Lord

Viscount Strat Italian The Honourable Lord Moncrieff.—Sir

Thomas Dick Lauder of Fountaihhall, Bart Sir Robert Dundas of Dunira, Bart George Macpherson Grant, Esq. of Bal

lendalloch—John Cunningham, Esq. of Dulocb—-William Trotter, Esq. of Ballendean—Henry Monteith, Esq. of Carstairs Thomas Guthrie Wright, Esq. Auditor of the Court of

Session * Richard Alexander Oswald, Esq. of Aucbincruive.

—• Henry Houldsworth, Esq. of Cranstonhill, Glasgow

* Colin Campbell, Esq. Possll.

Ordinary Directors.—Robert Cockburn, Esq. Chairman

Robert Wright, Esq.—William Young, Esq Robert Menzies,

Esq.—James Nairne, Esq.—Hugh Broughton, Esq James

Hay, Esq.—* James Farqohar Gordon, Esq.—* James Gillespie Davidson, Esq Gilbert Laurie Finlay, Esq.—Alexander

Monypenny, Esq Thomas Richardson, Esq.

James Borthwick, Manager.—John Brash, Secretary.
Those marked * are New Directors.

The following advantages are offered to the Public, by this office :

The Aasnred may either participate in the Profits, , against risk by the Capital of the Company, or they may to their In irs a precise sum at a reduced rate of premium. On the 4th May, 1631, an addition was declared to the participating policies in force on the 31st December, 1830, of £1 per cent, on the sums insured for each year they have been in force within the Septennial period, ending that day.

Policies when transferred in security of Loans are relieved from the Duelling clause.

Every facility is given to parties going Abroad, and no charge for travelling in Europe.

No extra premium required from Naval or Military Gentlemen, unless called into actual service.

No admission fees or entry money charged. North British Insurance Office, > Edinburgh, ]5th March, 1832. \ Messrs D. BANNATYNE and D. MACKENZIE, Agents,


N. HODGART, Union Bank, Agent for Paisley.

TO SELL or LET, Furnished or Unfurnished, the VILLA of GARHALLOW LODGE, near Dunoon, Argyle- Shire. The HOUSE consists of Dining Room, Drawing Room, Five Bed Rooms, Kitchen, Pantries, Scullery, Store Room, Cellar, and Two Rooms for Servants—an abundant sup- ply of excellent Water. Offices consist of Stable, Coal House, and other conveniencies.

The Grounds extend to somewhat more than One and a Half Scotch Acres, consisting of Shrubbery, Romantic Wooded Banks, With a productive walled Garden, and about two Roods of excellent pasturage,

The House was recently built, and since occupied by the Proprietor—is perfectly dry, free from smoke, completely furnished, and every way adapted for the Residence of a Genteel Family, most conveniently situated for Sea Bathing, and commands one of the finest and most extensive views on the Frith of Clyde.

For further particulars, apply to the Proprietor at the House; or to Messrs. Graham, House Agents, 90, Argyle Street, Glasgow.

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'phdn, Glasgow; Thomas Stevenson, and the other Booksellers, Edinburgh: DaVid Dice, and A. Gardner, Booksellers, Paisley: A. Lain a, Greenock t and J. Glass, Bookseller, Rothsay.


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