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As my first reason, the reader will perceive, arises from the circumstance of debts due to me, of which I could get no settlement, my second is founded on the first, viz. debts due by me, which I was unable to discharge ; and, as the one reason was the natural consequence of the other, I thought it time to balance my affairs; so, finding that the amount due to me was, at least, equal to that due by me, I considered myself free of the city; but, in order to save unnecessary trouble to all parties, I thought it advisable to make the city free «f me, and accordingly took my departure, well furnished with letters of introduction; for my kind patrons, though unwilling to come down with the dust, were extremely ready, when they heard I was on the move, to give me recom. mendatory ephtles to their friends. By this condescension, they were relieved from my importunity, and consoled themselves, no doubt, with the idea, that they had, at the same time, laid me under an obligation.

The entrance to Glasgow reminded me very much of the little opening that supplies egress and ingress to the humming tenantry of a bee-hive. The denseness of its industrious population within, was sufficiently indicated by the buzz that met you on the outskirts; while the narrow lane-like approach seemed so ridiculously dlsproportioned to the extent and magnificence of the city, that few who have seen it will, I believe, dispute the accuracy of the above comparison.

Having, through the influence of one of my letters of introduction, established myself in what might be considered comfortable lodgings, I passed the remainder of the evening in arranging with my landlady the various departments of the commissariat. As these, however, cannot be very interesting to the reader, I shall pass them over in silence.


I.N giving an article under this head, it is our design, fearlessly to expose abuses which exist in the management of our Theatre, without regarding any object but the interest of the public. As it is from a sense of our duty to them that we undertake this task, we shall not allow the dread of private odium, to deter us from speaking truths that are disagreeable to individuals, while, by doing so, we may expect to benefit and vindicate the community.

It is notorious to all who know anything of Glasgow, that its Theatre is not an object of general attraction. In a gay and rich society, where no expense is spared to gratify the demands of taste or luxury, it might be expected that the refined amusement of of the stage, would find its constant patrons. Yet play-going, so far from being a fashionable amusement, among our wealthier circles, is a thing quite unknown, except on rare occasions, and even when a stranger comes to visit the town, he is never taken to the Theatre, as one of the lions of Glasgow. This is not the case in Edinburgh, where the Theatre is among the principal places of report to citizens and strangers. It was not the case in Glasgow, as we formerly observed, some thirty or forty years ago. But it is the case in Glasgow now. What then is the conclusion which we are to draw from these facts? Surely, that some change has occurred in our Theatrical Establishment, which puts it on a footing of inferiority as compared with that of our neighbours in the East, and which deters our townsmen from indulging in the amusement to which they once shewed themselves so partial. If the truth be spoken, (and we intend to speak the truth), our regular company of actors is so wretchedly bad, as to render it a mark of taste, in the public, to absent themselves from their performances. This is the reason why his Majesty's Servants, as they are called, in Dunlop Street, are always obliged to exhibit to empty boxes, and are never thought worthy of being noticed in the public prints. But we are inclined to attribute the blame of it, not so much to these Individuals themselves, as to the gentleman who has hired them. They cannot be any better than nature has made them, and, as nature never intended them to excel in their vocation, it is the part of the manager to discard them from his service, and engage more clever performers in their room. Let him do this, and let him make talent, Instead of economy, the ground of his choice, otherwise he cannot expect that the public will be satisfied, or that any but the most indigent of his profession will accept bis penurious offers. If experience does not give him this

advice, he may read it in the past history of the Theatre which is now under his management, and in the present condition of others, which from their prominent situation, ought to furnish a more striking example. Why is it that the two great London Theatres are fulling to decay, that the one is encumbered with a debt which paralyzes all its energies, and that the other is driven to the resource of converting itself into a menagerie of beasts? It is because their managers are sacrificing to a vicious taste, and grudge to pay for the use of those talents which attract crowds to Saddler's Wells and the Adelphi. Precisely for the same reason the Glasgow Theatre will never succeed, till its manager shews a disposition to reform the practice, which he acquired from his previous pursuits, of pleasing the gallery in preference to nuts boxes, and to abandon that ill-judged system of parsimony of which the poverty of his company is only a port. In fact, our stage, in order to deserve respectable support must have its character entirely changed; and whether the present patentee is able to effect this change or not, we are justified in saying that the public have strong reasons for thinking that he does not intend it.

We have no room to expatiate further on the management of our present Glasgow Theatre, or we might find other abuses which deserve our censure. What we have written, we have written in the best spirit and for the best ends. First, that we might be instrumental in raising the character of our stage to what it once was, and what it might certainly be again, and, in particular, to prevent the temple of Thalia becoming the mere acme for the buffoon and the pantomimist—the sacred shrine of Thespis from being degraded by such insipid burlesques as Humlic Prince of Dunkirk. Secondly, as a warning to the Manager, whom we believe to be energetic enough, to set about seriously putting his house in order. For his encouragement we promise, that, should our remarks create in him any desire to improve his establishment, we shall be the most willing to assist his endeavours, and the first to recommend him to the support of the public.


A company of German performers has been engaged to represent the chefi-d'atuvre of their national composers, in their native language, during the months of May and June. These performances, with the grand Ballet, will be produced alternately with the Italian Operas, and subscriptions will be opened for the same, either separately or In conjunction with the ordinary entertainments of the establishment. The company, which has been selected from the elite of all Germany, will be complete both in numbers and ability. The following eminent artists have already been engaged for the occasion :—Mademoiselle Nanette Schechner, Madame Schraeder Devrient, Madlle. Heinefetter, Maddle.

Schiitzel, Madame Spitzeder, Madlle. Schneider, &c Herr

Haizinger, Signor Giulio Pellegrini, Herr Dobler, Herr Wachtcr, Herr Spitzeder, Herrn Wieser, Hahn, &c.

The music will consist of all the principal modern compositions of the German school. The ' Fidelio' of Beethoven—" Euro- antbe' and ' Frcisclilitz' of Weber—the 'Jesonda' of Spoilr — the 'Hoclizeit dcr Figaro,' 'Belmonte c Constanze,' and ' Don Juan' of Mozart—the 1 Macbeth' of Chelard, who has been induced to come from Munich, to preside at the representation — the 'Vampyr' of Lindpaintner, who likewise will honour the performance with his presence—the 'Enimeline' of Weigl—the 'Roeberbraut' of Ities;—these, and whatever others may be found in the repertoire of the existing company, the entrepreneur states, shall be represented in the great Theatre of the Italian Opera House.



The difference betwixt Tom and me—
Tom hunts my foolish points to see—
I hunt Tom's merits to find out—
But, after many a vain pursuit.
With grief of heart I'm fore'd to own,
That Tom finds game, but I find none.


"The Day" Overcast In our number for Tuesday, we

ventured, in accordance with the spirit of independence asserted In our prospectus, to give a candid and Impartial opinion on the proposal for railing in the point of the Exchange, and, though we are not conscious of indulging in that vein of raillery which the subject might have warranted, yet, mirabile dictu I our well-intentioned remarks have given real offence. Yea, so much so, that they have actually operated like an emetic, and compelled one of the Corinthian capitals of the Literature of Glasgow to throw up his subscription. This being a circumstance of such serious consequence to our future existence, circulars were despatched to convoke the "Council of Ten," who sat in grave discussion till an early hour this morning, when they came to the conclusion, that the Independence of " The Day" must be kept up even though another four farthing Macenas should withdraw his patronage from the Journal. The foregoing resolution having been engrossed in the minutes of the meeting, the Council broke up, after giving three cheers for the growing independence of the Glasgow Press.



On Tuesday evening, we attended the Ninth Annual Concert given by our clever Flute Professor, in the Great Assembly Room, anticipating, of course, a treat—such as we have frequently enjoyed on former occasions; but, upon the whole, our impartiality obliges us to confess that we were not altogether satisfied. The performers were Miss BvriELD, Mr. Murray, and Mr. Hancox, of Edinburgh, and Miss Pax Ton of this city—who, by the way, will, after more study and tuition, make a very pretty singer. Of Miss BrriELn we have to remark, that we thought the only song her capabilities were equal to was "Away to the mountain's brow"—a light and sprightly melody, which neither requires much elegance nor much facility. "Auld Robin Gray," and 11 Non piu Mesta?" were evidently beyond her powers. In the former, the smooth and graceful " Portamento," so necessary in a ballad where deep feeling is to be expressed, was altogether n-wanting; while, in the latter, which should have been much quicker, her want of easy execution was very apparent. Of Mr. Fiakcox we have to speak very differently—his violoncello solo was the finest thing performed during the evening. The delicate and feeling expression of the Scottish air," My love's in Germany," was, in fact, only equalled by the masterly execution of the Pulacca. This is a gentleman for whose appearance we shall always feel obliged to Mr. Nicol; but as to Mr. Murray—what shall we say of him? Assuredly it is by no means our wish to be severe; but, we would ask, why is this gentleman brought to Glasgow as a solo player? The thing is absolutely preposterous. The fact is, Mayseder's Polacca was performed more after the manner of a student playing an exercise to his master, than any thing at all a-kin to concerto playing; and then, the Scottish air —really it was—but enough. Mr. Nicol played in his usual masterly manner; but we would hint, that fewer chromatic roulades, and fewer shakes, both "loud and lung," would be more tasteful and more pleasing. To afford pleasure to others, it is not always necessary to show that you can master difficulties. The fact is, pathos is the great charm of the flute; and if this be not attended to, all the double-tongueing, chromatic runs, and snuffbox staccatto, will prove of no avail. It is the heart—not the head —that the flute is formed to affect. The orchestra was complete in all its parts ; and except the wind instruments being, as usual, a little out of tune, particularly in the first symphony, was tolerably effective. The overture to Cenarentola was played with much spirit and precision; and, considering the state of instrumental music in Glasgow, was deservedly encored. We conclude with expressing a hope that our observations will induce Mr. Nicol to be more particular in his engagements in future, while we wish him every success in his professional career.


A second edition of '* The Mother's Book" will be ready in a few days.

The Journal of a Tour in the years 1828—29, through Stjrria, Carniola and Italy, whilst accompanying the late Sir H. Davy, is about to appear from the pen of Dr. Tobbin.

Mr. T. K. Harvey is about to re-produce his Gems of Modern Sculpture in a much improved form.


Goon Advice.—" Pray, Mr. Abernethy, what is the cure for gout?" asked an indolent and luxurious citizen. "Live upon sixpencea-day, and earn it!'' was the pithy answer.

iMroRTANT To Schoolmasters—A mechanic in America has invented a machine for seminaries which, by means of steam, not only warms the room, but flogs the boys on a graduated scale, according to their offences.

TnE Plaque In London.—" The court removed to Hampton, to get out of the way of the Plague. This calamity broke out just as we were going to sea ; and was now giving frightful proofs of its increase. Thousands died in London every week. Must I confess, that by one universal consent we seemed to have resolved to say nothing about it? Nay, if we thought about it, we determined to be only the more thoughtless; and for some weeks, I did not suffer the word to pass my lips. We looked up to the sky wandered and laughed among the alleys green; and Hampton might have been taken for an odd kind of a bit of heaven, privileged from the miseries of earth."—Sir Ralph Esher by Leigh Hunt.


'N. N's" communication has been received. The anecdote, however, is rather pointless. It will always give us pleasure, however, to hear from this correspondent.

A continuation of the "Memoirs of Mr. Peter Pirnie" on Monday.

Our Spectacles are to be at the Assembly to-night, and will be able to present our fair readers, on Monday, with an outline of all that goes on at that rendezvous of our city ton and fashion.

Under the head of " Original Poetry," we gave, in yesterday's Number, a little piece entitled " Yes and No," which we omitted to say was a translation from the French.

We have received a letter, containing a threat of prosecution, unless an apology is made for an Article which appeared in one of our Numbers. The letter, of course, was laid before the "Council of Ten ;" but no apology is considered due.

We have to inform our Edinburgh Subscribers, in answer to an inquiry which we have received from some of them, that they are entitled to have " The Day" brought to them every morning at breakfast time, without any additional charge, except that which is always allowed to newspaper-carriers, of sixpence the quarter, or twopence the month. If there is any irregularity in the delivery of any of their Numbers, they are requested to apply to our Agent, Mr. Stillie, in order to get the mistake rectified.

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We have been tired for a long while with imitations
of old Scottish ballads, or compositions, alleged to be
in the language, and after the manner of the early
makers of Scotland. One of the most indefatigable
labourers in this vein has been our friend the Ettrick
Shepherd; but, disposed as we are to admit his fine
poetical capacity, we cannot concede to him the merit
of being either a correct antiquary, or an ingenious
imitator. Throwing the poetry and the thought out
of the question, nothing can be more absurd than his
compositions, which have appeared in various publica-
tions, in what he is pleased to style old Scottish. A
correspondent of our's in London, who met with the
worthy Shepherd, some few days ago in the metropo-
lis, appears to entertain the same opinion, and has fur-
nished us with a literary curiosity, of considerable
interest, inasmuch, as it is the conjunct production of
three very eminent characters. Our correspondent
sends us it, as a fair specimen of what a correct
imitation of the old traditionary and romantic ballad
of Scotland should be, if properly handled by modern
pens; and we are inclined to believe, that the eminent
writers who have been concerned in it have perform-
ed their task with no mean ability. The iteration of
circumstance, and identity of expression, as well as the
constant recurrence of a refrain or burden, are features,
common to all traditionary poetry. These, we find,
occur in the romances of Spain, the Provencal trouba-
dours, as well as in the ballads of the whole north of
Europe. In general, the refrain consists either of a
line of an older song, or some proverbial expression;
and we observe that in the production, handed to us
by our correspondent, this has formed a feature of
prominent interest. For ballads, we entertain but a
limited admiration; but, under the whole circumstances
of the case, we daresay the present imitation has claims
of no ordinary kind upon a literary public. But let
our correspondent speak for himself:—
My Dear Ms. Day,

For by that every-day name, I must for the present, address you—I have the pleasure of informing you, that not a few of your papers have found their way to the great Wen, as Cobbett chooses to designate the modern Babylon. If it can add to your satisfaction, I can give you another piece of intelligence, namely, that We all wish you good speed. We admire the novelty and boldness of starting a daily publication, in R city only removed 33 degrees from the north pole; and,although we concur inopinionthat "The Day" is only in its dawn, we confidently anticipate that it will soon culminate to its meridian splendour, and when it closes, as every day must do, that it will be succeeded by a starry and luminous night, the glorious herald of some brighter day to-morrow.

You see my old sin of playing upon words has stuck to me as closely as my debts. One and t'other are a part of my existence, and are now quite as essential, in the present state of society, as the union of soul and body; and, since they never quarrel with each other, I have no mind that they should ever conjunctly sue in the Doctors' Commons for a divorce.

I have just returned from Jordan's, the hour of the night or the morning I cannot tell you, but if the truth must be told, and I were upon my oath upon the subject, I would depone to the best of my knowledge and belief, that it was some " twa or three hours ayont the twal;" but, be that as it may, here am I in my old lodgings, safe and sound, utiburked, unbishopped, and, as I was when we last met here, still your assured friend, and bon camerado. Never did I pass a pleasanter evening. Who think you were present at our soiree, but the Ettrick Shepherd and Allan Cunninghame? There were a number of the small fry of the day besides, (excuse the phrase, my dear fellow,) but we three got into a snug corner together, and, as good luck

would have it, our friend K had, with a provident

foresight of our peculiar national tastes, brought his contribution to the enjoyments of the evening, in the shape of a jolly-bellied bottle of exquisite, unadulterated, virgin and unsophisticated Glenlivet. We snuffed it up, as the Arjalusian mares do the west wind, and you may conceive what followed. Why, if mortal man can be happy, we were. Our hearts were thawed under the genial influence of that liquour of the Scandinavian divinities, ycleped toddy, and our tongues, like Munchausen's horn, recovered their tones, and gave utterance to much right pleasant and fructifying discourse. Hogg wore his grey maud, a bit of affectation, by-the-bye; but yet I like it, for why should we forego our national costume? Surely, a Scottish Shepherd, as well as an Hebrew Jew, a Turk or Armenian, should venerate the garb of his forefathers. I should only have liked that, to complete his attire, he had sported the broad Kilmarnock bonnet, in shape so like a scene, as well as the coat and breeks of Raploch grey, or watchet blue, of home manufacture; andit is because the Shepherd was incongruous and incomplete in his attire, that I deem him liable to the charge of affectation. From a paragraph I wrote for one of the morning papers, you will have observed that he has figured in Irving'g Chapel. Neither the Prophet from the Border, nor his Female Professor of Unknown Tongues, had any monopoly of admiration that day, I can assure you. The good honest weather-beaten sagacious phiz of our Ettrick forrester, fairly drew off the attention of the congregation, from the sombre gesticulation of the one, or the eldritch squalling of the other. There was ten to one in favour of the " Queen's Wake" against religious fanaticism and humbug, and no takers. Hogg's business in London, besides, as he expresses it, "to glowr about him, and see the ferlies," is, if possible, to get some publisher to bring out his novels in a monthly form, like the Waverley ones. But I fear he wont succeed, for the trade here is confoundedly dull. In fact, nothing will take save political pamphleteering. For my part, I have managed to keep soul and body together, by penning two pamphlets in favour of the Bill, and two against it, which is but fair, as one must live, come of the Bill and Ministry what may.

But I am wandering from my subject. Cunninghame, Hogg and I had got ourselves ensconced in a nice cozy corner, (by the way, I must inform you, that Hogg is here transmogrified into a Lion, and unless he makes a speedy retreat to Altrive lake, he will be dined, suppered and fuddled off his feet,) and, in that corner, I fell tooth and nail upon both him and Cun

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ninghame, for their respective sins, in the article of ballad making. With Cunningharne, I objected to his attempt of fastening upon the Covenanters any thing in the shape of poetical feeling, as contrary to all fact, and in utter discordance with the morose spirit of their sect; and, with Hogg, I objected, not merely to the spirit of his ballad compositions, but also to the uncouth shape, so far As orthography is concerned, in which they had appeared in Blackwood and Frazer. Upon these points, as you say in the North country, there was much argle-bargling. Cunningharne was open to conviction, but Hogg fenced off. "It's easy," quoth the Shepherd, "for you, and the like o' you, that are nae poyets, to pick out fauts, but just do what I hae dune, and then we'll alloo you to cavil, my Billy." If so were the case, was my rejoinder, then there was an end of criticism altogether—there would be no distinction betw een the respective realms of genius and taste. "Neither there should," said the Shepherd, "and be

d d till ye; for the twa gang hand in hand like

bride and bridegroom, lad and lass, a' the warld ower." To this proposition I of course objected, and claimed for the discriminative faculty, an existence separate and distinct from that of the creative, and contended that, although they might be found harmoniously blended in' one individual, they were very far from being frequently so; and, having a few illustrative cases in point upon my finger ends, where shocking bad taste was found lying abed, with undeniable genius, I think I had the advantage of the Shepherd in argument. In fact, I quoted some few passages from his own writings, which he had forgotten, saying merely they were from the pen of a celebrated living affihor, and, after obliging him to confess that they were "unco clumsy, but deevilish clever," I announced name and surname, to his infinite discomfiture.

But, passing from these things, said I, why is it that you will persist in your present atrocious system of orthography? It is neither Scottish nor English of any period. Why do you not, since you affect this antique form, recur to classical models, and make your compositions smack of a critical acquaintance with your own vernacular? At present you and a herd of imitators after you, have clad yourselves with the castoff raiments of poor Chatterton! stitched and tagged together with the thread of your own conceits. If you must write Scottish, in heaven's name give us the language of Winton, of Barbour, of Douglas, Dunbar, Lindsay, or even some more recent author, but do not seek to impose upon the world with an unmeaning concatenation of letters, which belong to every age, and yet no age, which are merely the chance arrangement of the moment, without any system, and are only calculated to throw difficulties in the way of the reader, without powdering over, at least, to the intelligent eye, your ballads with the dust of hoar antiquity. Against this general charge the Shepherd defended himself fiercely. He, however, admitted, that it was not the first time that he had been challenged upon the same score, although he would not yield to its justice. "I maun hae my ain way in spellin', as in ither things," quoth the Shepherd, almost demolishing the table with a heavy thwack of his brawny fist. Turning to Allan Cunningham, he continued, "D'ye mind, Allan, the nicht that we were at Abbotsfuird, when the seamen thing came abune board, and when gude Sir Walter took the same view of it as this birkie does— and d'ye mind the ballat we three made to be in imitation, o' a genuine auld ballat o' the north countrie, baith in speech and language?" I do, said Allan. "You'll mindthat itwas agreedamang us, that the sang suld hae an owercum either the first line o' an aulder sang, or a proverb, to make it correspond wi' sum o' our ain ancient ballats, or the ballats o' the Danes and Norwegians." Well do I remember that social and instructive evening, said Cunningham, and as well do I recollect that Sir Walter acted as "Adam Scrivener," and said, that he would garnish it in classical Scottish,

and that as a sort of crambo verses, each of us contributed line abont. I really would like to see what sort of stuff we three made of it."

"Made of it," exclaimed the Shepherd, "Lord, man'. I hae the indentical ballat in my pouch. I brocbt it up aither to gie to Jerdan, wha ye ken, is aften eneuch imposed upon wi' what are ca'd auncient pieces; or else to gie't to Frazer, as a piece o' my ain. It will do fine for an article in his Magazine." With that, Hogg pulled out of his pocket, a sheet of foolscap; and, having expressed some curiosity to see it, he handed it over to me with these words, "keep it till the morn, my laud; ye'll see what We poyets and antiquarians can do when we like. Od, maun, I nailit baith Sir Walter and Allan there, wi' lines o' auld sangs and proverbial sayings innoomerable. Nane o' them could baud the caunil to me in that line,—I was sic an oracle."

I fobbed the wonderful production, took it home with me, and, having nothing else to fill up my sheet, I transcribe it for your use, well aware that you will take as much pleasure as I do in the learned pastimes of men of genius. It is a literary curiosity of a sort. Yours, &c


Erl William has muntit his gude grai stede,

(Merrie lemis munslicht on the sea, J
And gralthit him in ane cumli weid.
(Swa bonnilie blumis the hawthorn tree. J

Erl William rade, Erl William ran—

Fast thay ryde quha hive trewKe
Quhyll the Ellinlaud wud that gude Erl wan—

Blink ower the burn, sweet may, to mee.

Elfinland wud is dern and dreir,

Merrie is the grai gowhis sang,
Bot ilk ane leafis quhyt as silver clear,

Licht mahis schuirt the road swa long.

It is undirneth ane braid aik tree,

Hey and a lo, as the leavis grow grein,
Thair is kythit ane bricht ladie.
Manieftowris blume quhilh ar.nocht seen.

Around hir slepis the quhyte muneschyne,

Meik is mayden under kett,
Hir lips bin lyke the blude reid wyne.
The rois of flowris hes sweetest smell.

It was al bricht quhare that ladie stude,

Far my luve,fure ower the sea.
Bot dern is the slave of Elfinland wud.

The knichl pruvit false that ance luvit me.

The ladle's handis were quhyte als milk,

Hingis my luve wore mair nor ant.
Hir skin was safter nor the silk,

Lilly bricht schinis my luvit halse bane.

Save you, save you, fayr ladie,

Gentil hert schawls gentil deed.
Standand alane undir this auld tree;

Deir till knicht is nobil steid.

Burdalane, if ye dwell here,

My hert is layd upon this land.
I wuld like to live your fere.

The scliippis cum sailin to the strand.

Never ane word that ladie sayd;

Schortest rede hes least till mend.
Bot on hir harp she evir piayd.

Tharc nevir was mirth that had nocht end.

Gang ye eist, or fare ye wast,

Ilka stem blinkis blythe for thee,
Or tak ye the road that ye like best.

Al trew feeris ryde in cumpanie.

Erl William loutlt doun full lowe;

Luvis first seid bin courtesie.
And swung hir owir his saddii bow.

Ryde quha listis, ye'll link with mee.

Scho Dang her harp on that auld tre.

The wynd pruvis aye ane harpir gude.
And it gave out its music free.

Birdis sing blythe in gay green wud.

The harp playde on its leeful lane,

Lang is my luvis yellow hair.
Qubill it has charmit stock and stane-

Furth by firth, deir lady fare.

Quhan scho was nmntit him behynd, libit h be In rlix quhil/iis lure ilk uthir.

Awa thai flew lyke flaucht of wind. Aia tens kin, and bairnis thair

Nevir ane word that ladie spak;

Mim be maydens men besvdc. Bot that stout steld did nicher and scbaik.

Smal thingis humbil hertis of pryde.

About his breist scho plet her hands ;

Luvand be mat/dins quhan thai lyke, Bot tbay were cauld as yron bandis.

The winter bauld bindis sheuch and syke.

Your handis ar cauld. fayr ladie, sayd bee,

The cavlder hand the tracer hairt.
I trembil als tbeleif on the tree.
Lichl caussis muve aid friendis to pairt.

Lap your mantil owir your heid,
My hi e teat clad in the rtid Scarlett,

And spredd your kirtil owir my stede.
Thair nevir wasjoic that had nae lett.

The ladie scho wald nocht dispute;

A'oclU woman is scho that lathis ane tuna. Bot cmulder hir fingeris about him cruik.

Sum sangis ar writt, bot nevir sung.

This Elfinland wud will neir half end.

Hunt quha listis, dayhcht for mee. I would I could ane Strang bow bend.

AI undirneih the grene umdtree.

Thai rade up, and they rade doun,
WearUit wearis wan nicht away.

Erl William's heart mair cauld is grown.
Hey, luve mine, quhan dawis the day 1

Your hand lies cauld on my breist bane.

Smal hand hes my ladie fair.
My horss he can nocht stand his lane.

For cavltlness of this midnicht air.

Ej 1 William turnit his heid about;

The braid mune schinis in lift right cleir. Twa Elfin cen are glentin owt.

My luvis cen like twa sternis appere.

Twa brennand eyne, sua bricht and full, BonnUie blinkis my ladeis ee. 'Flang fire flnuchts fra ane peelit skull. Sum sichts ar ugsomlyh to set.

Twa rawis of qubyt teeth then did say,

Cauld the boysteous windis sal blaw.
Oh, lang and weary is our way.
And donkir yet the dew maun fa'.

Far owir mure, and far owir fell,
Hark the sounding huntsmen thrang.

Thorow dingle, and thorow dell,
Luve, come, list the merHs sang.

Thorow fire, and thorow flude,

Mudy minilis rage lyk a sea, Thorow slauchter, thorow blade,

A seamless shrowd weird schaipis for me!

And to rede aricht my spell,

EerUie sal nicht wyndis mean. Quhill fleand I levin & raikand Hell.

Ghaist with ghaist maun wandir on.


THE VISION OF ABDALLAH. I was seated in my chamber, in mine own house, in the great city of Balsora. Darkness covered the land and silence reigned in my habitation. The night was far gone, but the hand of affliction was upon me, and sleep was banished from my couch. And I said unto myself, what hath been done by me, or by my father's house, that I should be thus grievously afflicted? Youth is mine, but my strength is wasted. Riches are mine, but they cannot purchase for me an hour of peaceful slumber, or assuage, for one moment, the acuteness of my sufferings. Kindred and and friends have been given unto me, but their words have lost their sweetness—their presence is a burden unto me. Why should length of days be desired by helpless man? He is the creature— the very sport of circumstances. Would to God I had never lived! Would to God I were mingled with the ashes of my fathers!

And, in the anguish of my soul, and the exceeding soreness of

my disease, I repined against the decrees of the Most High, and wept bitterly.

Whilst I was thus giving utterance unto my sorrows, my chamber was suddenly filled with a light, pure and soft as the pallid beams of the moon. Lifting up mine eyes, a celestial being was manifested unto me. Her flowing robes were of a dazzling whiteness, and her countenance, lovely beyond that of the daughters of our race, was resplendent with grace and majesty. Fear came upon me, and I fell upon the ground, covering my face with my hands. The Genius raised me up, and, with a look of much benignity and compassion, said unto me, "Fear not, young man—re-assume thyself, and hearken unto my words. I am Zulitzn,* and I have heard your griefs. Murmur not that thou art unable to scan the universe, or to penetrate the grand designs of the Most High. The creature must be inferior to its Creator. Beings of the highest order wonder and admire; and, unless thou thinkest the Most High ought to have made thee equal unto himself, thou hast no cause for impeaching the divine administratio.i. Thou holdest the appointed place in the scale of beings, and, so far from complaining, thou oughtest to rejoice that thou art what thou art—that the Most High hath conferred upon thee the great and dignified honor of being an instrument —and man is not a mean one, in the accomplishment of his vast purposes.

"Neither ougbteat thou to murmur that afflictions and disappointments are scattered over the path of life. Thou knowest not, and canst not know, the designs of infinity, but, be assured, that nothing takes place in the government of the universe, from which lessons of instruction may not be drawn by thee or by thy fellow men. Without presuming to conjecture the cause or object of thy particular affliction, it is admirably calculated to produce many and lasting advantages.

"Do not the children of thy race often make a false estimate of the things of this world? Thy situation is well fitted to make thee see them in their proper light.

"The pride of the human heart too frequently maketh man forget the Most High. And well hath it been said by the inspired poet of another clime, that man, vain man, plays such antic tricks, in the face of High Heaven, as make the angels weep. Let thy present affliction teach thee self-knowledge and humility. Let it also teach thee to look forward to, and prepare for thy future state of being.

"Thou art weak and helpless—thou art dependent upon the sympathies of others. My son, learn from this, brotherly kindness and much charity.

"And when thou reflectest upon the goodness of the Most High, and upon the utter insufficiency, in thyself or others, to exempt thee from the ills of life, be taught, my son, the sacred duty of resignation.

"Nor are these all the consequences of thy present state. It is calculated to draw forth the affections and tender sympathies of thy kindred and friends, and to lead them, though perhaps, in a limited degree, to the exercise of those reflections and the practice of those virtues which are enforced by thine affliction upon thyself."

The Geuius ceased to speak. The light of truth penetrated my inmost soul, I lifted up my streaming eyes. I was alone and in darkness. Zulitza had vanished, and the halo of her glory had ceased to illumine mine apartment.

* ZuliUa—Gcnim of Wisdom.



Royal Patronage,—The civil list of Louis Philippe contains some items which, we conceive, would not figure to an useless purpose in that of a King of Great Britain, whether in a political or literary and scientific point of view. Those to which we refer are—

Library Department, (for subscriptions to

publications) . . . £10,000

Music, boxes at theatres, and benefits . 12,000

Manufactures .... 23,500
Museums and the Fine Arts . . . 18,000

Works of Art .... 20,000
Medals and Mint ... • 16,200

It would, therefore, appear, that the French Sovereign has to sum of nearly one hundred thousand pounds placed at his disposal of the special encouragement of native arts, sciences, and manufactures.

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