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whether, by closing our letter box, we shall not give to society the services of men who have been hitherto very little useful to it, aud convert a generation of sonneteers into I so bored and sensible

limb of the political body.

We have spoken of those sutlers and camp followers who, under the designation of anonymous correspondents, have sought from time to time to fill a vacant space in the bright array of our literary phalanx. Header! in what terms shall we give thee the adieus of thy constant comrades the Council of Ten, and in what manner shall we assure thee, that the breaking up of their confederacy shall not seriously injure the comfort of any one of the individuals who have so long enjoyed thy affectionate sympathy? Assure thyself, that they enjoy opportunities which it is not the lot of every one to possess, and that they will find some outlet by w hich they may give vent to the superabundance of their faculties, even when they have ceased to labour for thy amusement in their corporate capacity. The sentimentalist may still awake thy finer feelings through the columns of a magazine, the antiquarian may imitate the merchant of Horace, and embark his wares for the delectation in another bottom, and the theatrical critic may exercise his descriptive talent in composing paragraphs for a newspaper, and scattering the flowery rhetoric of smiling faces and golden skies over a steam-boat trip, while others who are in the ser* leaf of age, or who prefer the dignified ease of retirement to the temptations of a busy life, may retire from public view, and, hugging to their bosoms the fond remembrance of thy smiles and tears, exercise for their own amusement those light labours with which they have beguiled thy leisure hours.

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Nothixc has amused us more, during our protracted editorship, than the complacency with which certain individuals have, in our presence, assumed the honour of having contributed to "The Day," and stated, with a nod of scli-gratulution, the article, which was always the best in the number, they had sent to our publication. Whilst we could not but, at times, envy the smile which beauty granted their modest declaration, we felt it unnecessary to state the whole truth on the occasion. If such assumption can really gratify any person, let him assuredly have the benefit of it. We can, at any time, pluck off his borrowed plumes, and, under the disguise of the gorgeous peacock, discover the impertinent magpie.. Another subject of laughter has been to us the different excuses that have been invented to save the Croesuses of Glasgow, one penny per day, the expense of our publication, when in its most palmy state. "It has fallen off, of late," says one subscriber, " I shall give it up," it did not come till a quarter after nine, yesterday;" says a second, " I shall give it up," " it contained a personal attack;" says a third, "I shall give it up." Now, had our work really been uniformly guilty of such misdemeanours, we would have "given it up" too, but, thata periodical which has extended toone hundred and twelve numbers, avowedly a receptacle for the light literature of the day, should only once, twice or thrice, be subject to such accusations, is one of the most gratifying compliments that could' have been paid to its conductors. But, whilst we thus laugh at the excuses made to save a paltry subscription of one penny, we have been tickled into a broader grin by the criticisms of our real well-wishers and steady friends. It was but the other night, when the merits ami demerits of our work were kindly criticised in our company, "You are connected with 'The Day,'" said an did friend. We bowed majestically. "It does you credit," he stated, "but why, wherefore, and for what reason do you admit such communications as those of Miss Matchless? Such flimsy trifling will not do, you must aim at b Igher game." We felt disconsolate when a lady in the company immediately espoused our cause, and declared "that the only things that induced her to read 'The Day' were, the papers—the delightful paperson the—Assembly, the Fashions for the month, and the correspondence of Miss Matchless, and the Advertising Bachelor." Like the coffin of Mahomet, we suspended our own opinion betwixt the opposing ideas of our friends. It was an illustration of the truth that "it is impossible to please every body." We were now addressed by a vulgar-looking person, who informed us he had given up his paper in consequence of being considered by his friends as Baillie Pirnie, but, no sooner had he said so, than we recollected a letter received from an eminent literary character in Edinburgh, of which the following extract came readily to o'ir recollection, ** your little periodical thrives delightfully. Its blood and soul, however, are the admirable memoranda of Pirnie. I may add, too, that the letters from ' Hogg in Loudon' are unique, and display antiquarian knowledge, as well as poetical power, indicating the production of no ordinary mind." Again, we exclaimed, 11 It is Impossible to please every body."

*' Who sends you that stuff about Goethe aud German literature, who cares for it ?" 'said an indignant subscriber. We placed iu his hand, a note we had just received by the foreign mail.—" Vienna, 1st April, 1832,—Your work is much admired here, we value your opinion on subjects connected with German Literature, very highly, and mist you will continue to devote part of your columns to that subject." Again, we thought "it is impossible to please every body."

"These horrid stories of the Burkcrs," cried Amelia, and she

unediateh- added,

"the most powerful and striking articles that have ever appeared." We added, " It was impossible to please every body."

"I have never seen a good article in the poetical department," said a gentleman whose "sonnets" and "stanzas" have more than once been rejected; but, we felt quite comfortable under such a rtmark, recollecting the verses which had first appeared in "The Day," and had gone the round of all the newspapers in the kingdom. "In the poetical department even, we cannot please every body." . • '■ lav g .'V«-'

We conclude with remarking that, in whatever way v,

fame, whether in Prose, Poetry, Painting, those who criticise are far more numerous than those who reflect, and that, however honourable the motives, and however successful

in general, the efforts may be, to deserve approbation, let the grand truth go abroad, for the benefit of future periodical literature, that it never will be possible to please every body.


Ma. EniToa,—The urbanity with which my communicationshave been received by "The Day" shall always be remembered with gratitude. I enclose the last communication I intend to w rite, I have been unable to achieve a single conquest in Glasgow, and, consequently, the object of my residence here has been frustrated. Such has been my fate before, as sufficiently illustrated in my courtship of Miss Ranger.

One morning, immediately after my attaining majority, my father called me aside, and informed me that it was his wish I should become a partner with him in business. He stated, that he did not doubt my acceptance of an offer so liberal, but that he could not fulfil it without a condition on my part. I was, of course, extremely anxious, to know what this condition might be, when he informed me, he disapproved of my attendance us en nuteur at the winter concerts, and that I spent too much time in perusing periodical literature. My parent forgot the changes that occur in the long space of forty-five years. "Instead of concern and fiddling," cried he, "you shall take a rubber at whist with the parson, your aunt and myself, and, for your studies, I i mend every thing in- English literature, from 'the reign beth until the publication of the Spectator." Whist 1 Hp endure ; but I bowed, in silent acquiescence, to my father's commands. His proposed range of literature was sufficiently extensive, and, in a few days, I discontinued my subscription to the Eumpean Magazine aud the Cabinet, and commenced the writings of WUMtm Shakespeare. I believe that, in selecting the particular period English literature that he did, my father never dreamed I would select the poetry of the era, and much less the theatrical poesy of Shakespeare. His own tremendous prejudices led him sway from even permitting such a suspicion. He could never name the play-house but in accents of wrath, and he often declared that nothing but the most urgent cause would ever induce him to bonour a theatre with his company. As to the poetry by the stage, he could see no merit in it, and wondered how Shakespeare had derived his fame. With such prejudices as these 1 did AM attempt to contend. I never had been a play-goer, but now that I was debarred from music as a resource In my vacant hours, snd the squibs and amusement of the lighter periodicals was denied me, I confess, after reading Romeo and Juliet, I had an invincible anxiety to see it performed. I shall never forget the pleasure I derived from its first perusal, which was only increased by a second and a third. How immeasurably does its anther leave every rival, as soaring with a flight, and on a wing, peculiarly his own, he Imbibes, as it were, the brilliancy of the solar fount itself, and breathes. In the most melirtuonB verse, thoughts which could only be derived from his high communings with the spheres! By frequently perusing the play I have mentioned, I at length could almost repeat its most eloquent passages. These I occasionally quoted in conversation, and the surprise that ensued when I arerred that I he'd never seen it acted, was only equalled by the mortification I felt in being obliged to confess so awkward a truth.

My father, at an early period of life, had been elected governor of our city hospital, and never was a situation in any public institution more honestly or faithfully filled. Night and day, morning and evening, his thoughts and desires were bent on the surest mode of increasing its funds, and diminishing its annual expense. A letter arrived, at this time, from Cornwall, Intimating, that an old gentleman was about to depart this life, and, at he had neglected the poor when he had the opportunity of relieving them, he had determined to leave a sum to different charitable institutions, and particularly named that over which my father presided. He lost not a moment upon receiving this intelligence, but hastened, that if possible he might add another cypher to tbe donation, and to represent the necessity, in the testator's ease, of an extensive and liberal donation. The noise of his departing carriage was scarcely unheard, when I wandered forth, doubtful in what manner I should spend the evening, when my eyes were arrested by a huge play-bill, intimating the performance of Borneo and Juliet—"the part of Juliet by MKs MatHdi Hanger, her first appearance in this city"—the temptation was too strong for me. In vain did I endeavour to banish all remembrance of it from my mind. I became irresistably impatient until the l""'r arrived, and hurried, as soon as it struck, to the third form

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night not only see the but also the performers. Juliet at length appeared, and a lovely creature I never beheld, She n tall, yet beautifully proportioned, Iter eyes were dark and intelligent, and, ere long, I observed them frequently look to the direction where I sat, and, at length, positively and undoubtedly, turned towards me. A person next me in the pit, noticed her love-glance and congratulated me on my conquest. A circumstance, so unusual, gave rise to a thousand leader emotions in my heart—I retired to my dwelling but not to sleep—I determined, if possible, to have an interview with a lady who was so decided in her attachment, and, as the most eligible plan of obtaining it, I called to my aid the Muse, and sent Miss Ranger the following sonnet, intimating, that I should wait upon her to request her opinion of it next day.


Juliet.—[By an admirer.]

How tranquilly thy mellow numbers fall, - this the rep't soul—as midnight voices seem ■ To poet's ear to hold a festival, '* , Of richest music, and in airy dream,

Floating, luxuriant, on its gliding stream, The soul, rejoicing in the glorious sight , Of hill and dale, and distant stretching vales, As in ethereal azure now it sails— lf ., How does it spurn away mortality

While all the darker passions droop and die! And thus thy voice, soft as the breathing flute, . f , Soothing, not sad—by bounteous nature given, . Forbids my humble Muse should now be mute—> . ., Or fear to tell the gift your Bard would prize, . „, . One gentle look from those benignant eyes!

A special messenger was appointed to carry this offering to the fair actress, and, next forenoon, I followed it myself. Our interview was most interesting—she narrated to me the history of her misfortunes—informed me that her father was at one time an opulent merchant, who was afterwards reduced by misfortune, and that she had adopted the stage, not as a profession, but as a resource. Our friendship continued during the whole time of her engagement. She very soon discovered I had first-rate talents for the stage; I indulged her with several specimens of recitation. When, one day, as I took leave of her, with a squeeze of my hand and a most impressive look, she informed me, that she was about to request a Very great and particular favour, which, however, she would not state until we met, I could not imagine what this could be. Money, she assured me, she despised, and it was not without some anxiety, I waited upon her next day, to be enlightened on the subject. She then informed me her benefit was fixed for the following Wednesday—that she had witnessed with wonder and delight my histrionic powers, and that she hoped I would not think her rude, in requesting, that I would act the part of Romeo at her benefit. The smiles of the ladies, the applause of the gentlemen, the envy of the regular actors, and above all, the approbation of her I loved, decided me at onoe, nor did I feel hesitation in promising to lend her one hundred and fifty pounds, to assist in the necessary expenses, which were to be incurred, by a new melo-dramatic afterpiece, that was to conclude the bill of fare on the occasion. I shall pass over the hard study of several days, and merely state, that 11 The part of Homeo by a Young Gentleman" figured in all the bills, and that every box was taken. The night arrived—I left my father's house, and proceeded to the Theatre. The preliminary scenes having been gone through, I heard the prompter call "enter Romeo"—I advanced, and the audience applauded to the very echo, but I could observe in one quarter, a person was rather obstreperous, I accordingly turned my back upon that part of the house, folded my arms and commenced, "Ah me, sad hours seem long. Was that my Father that went hence so fast?" When a voice replied behind me, "Yes, sirrah, but he returned before you were aware," and I immediately received such a blow from a stick, upon the nether man, that all the attractions of the scene could not induce me to try the chance of its repetition —all the side passages were nailed up to prepare for the balcony scene, and three times, round the stage, did my indignant parent pursue me, adding, as he recovered his breath, epithets anything but complimentary. The audience during the whole of this scene, was convulsed with laughter—the manager in vain begged for indulgence—the green curtain was at length lowered, and terminated forever my theatrical career. On arriving at home, I ascertained that ,my father had returned from his journey, in very bad humour; the sick gentleman having recovered, and refused to pay even the expenses incurred in travelling to attend him; that as soon as he alighted, he asked for me, and, finding a letter from the manager of the Theatre, adressed to me, and giving various hints concerning the dress I ought to appear in, he at once comprehended I In- occupation I was engaged in, and immediately determined to act on the offensive. . .

Next morning, he obliged me as a man of honour to promise, that for five years I should never enter a Theatre. This promise I have kept, which is more than I have been aide to do, with my one hundred and fifty pounds; for, on calling at Miss Ranger's former dwelling place the same forenoon, I was informed she had left town at six o'clock morning, in the mail, and although she had

not paid her landlady all that was due, she had neglected to leave her address. The landlady permitted this in consequence of her stating, that she had left a valuable letter for me, which was not to be given me, until the landlady was reimbursed. Matilda always said she had it in her power and would, certainly, one day or other, surprise me with a handsome present, I therefore paid the landlady five pounds, which discharged her account, and hastened home with the delightful idea, that all my sorrows would be atoned for, by an affectionate epistle from the charming Matilda—I broke the the letter, and found it contained—Mv Sonnet


Whistle-Binkie, a Collection of Comic and Sentimental Songs,

chiefly Original Glasgow, I Unpublished.)

We have been favoured with a few of the proof sheets of this truly original work, which, in the words of its laughter-loving Editor, we are certain will be found adapted, either for " Bachelor's Hall or the Family Circle." It is, in fact, at once an offering to M,unus and to Sappho, rousing the reader's risible faculties atone page,and melting his heart with love and tenderness at the next- This glorious OUa Podrida, which we hope soon will be found on every Drawing-room and Club Table in the Kingdom, the Editor has christened with the odd cognomen of WhistleBinkie, an appellation which, it appears, was wont to be applied to "men whose intellectual powers were either put forth in whistling, singing, or story-telling, or some other source of amusement that caught the fancy, and received the encouragement of their fellow-men, while engaged in their convivial orgies." The "Scottish Tea Party," which leads the van of this curious and valuable collection of Comic and Sentimental Songs, we opine, will set many a table in a roar; and, if given with the characteristic spirit which it breathes, would make the individual who could do so, a Whistle- Hinkic of the first order, and one, who, if he loved the pleasures of the table, might have his legs under foreign nahogany every day in the twelve-month. The author of '''

mahogany every day in the twelve-month. The author of _ song will gain, we are certain, no little favour by this inimitable picture of a tea and scandal skittle; and he who can unite the imitative powers, which are requisite to give it due effect, will certainly be entitled to be called the Scottish Mathews. The exquisite contributions made by our friend Mr. Motherwell to this little Repository of Fun and Feeling do him the greatest honour. Some of them our readers have seen in our periodical; and, we are happy to find that they now appear in a more portable shape. Unlike the generality of Song Books, which are merely compilations, the pages of this pretty and chatty vocalist, are ehieHy original, and original too in every acceptation of the word. We wish the work well, knowing it to be the production of fellows of "infinite wit, and most excellent fancy;" and we cannot offer a better cure for the head-ache or the heart-ache, or prescribe more effectual medicine for the "whipper-tooties or mulyyrula," than an afternoon's sip of our facetious Bibliopole's exhilarating "Whistle-Binkie."

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Mr. Editor, I ne'er expected you'd B'

So cruel as give up the D,
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That it ne'er its expenses would P.
In the morning at breakfast, or evening at T,

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or politeness and breeding, to show them the K,

While amusement was still in your V-U.
In poetry, certainly you did X-L,

And your readers it will VX to C,
No new papers of Pirnie, all written H well,

And all read with such great XTC.
Yes, surely deep gratitude to you we O,

As boundless and deep as the C,
And always we'll bail your magnanimous CO.

That has kept us so long on K, V.
No more Master ED, will your motto can C,

With propriety carpe D, M.
Nor can it be called now the every D, D,

For, alas! we shall never more C M.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS. We beg leave to return the numerous Correspondents of "The Day" our best thanks for their many favours. We would willingly return the MSS. which we have not made use of, but our papers have accumulated so much on our hands that the task of doing so would really be Herculean.

*t* To those who wish numbers to complete their sets, we beg leave to suggest an immediate application to our publishers. We have likewise to state, that any person who may be desirous to procure a complete copy of " The Day" should do so, without deJay, as there are only Ten Comes can be made up.



The applause with which oar old friend, Sheridan Knowles, win received, in the Glasgow Theatre, on Thursday evening, was as hearty and unanimous as it was well-earned and deferred. His good fortune seem* to have renewed his youth, and we rejoiced to see the glow of health an evident, and his firm and manly bearing aa conspicuous as, when a dozen years' ago, he made his first bow to a Glasgow audience. Aa tm actor we feared Mr. Knowles might "o'eratep the modesty of Datura," and we were therefore agreeably surprised to find him, subdued yet not tame, energetic yet not furious, effective yet not boisterous—and, consequently, the important character he assumed, was represented powerfully, because it was naturally performed. Indeed, Mr. Knowles seemed not to aei but to feel, and we shrewdly suspect that in Matter Waiter lie lias originated u character through whloh to breathe his own sentiments and feelings, and by his acting of It to convey theim in the most powerfnl and .distinct manner, to bla pleased and admiring audience. In the reception our citlxena gave him, vhey.'nol only honoured the author-actor, but sufficiently proved that When real worth and merit come amongst them, they »re neither niggardly of their Matrbnage, nor of tftelr applause. Mr. Knowles was well supported throughout. The Julia of Miss Jarman was very respectable, perhaps there was occasionally a little want of confidence, wbleh may have arisen from playing before the author. Miss Phillips and All*- Lloyd performed their parts admirably: in-fact, we never saw the former to greater advantage. At the Close of the Hunchback, Mr. Knowles was loudly called for, and was received with many a hearty cheer.




Rothesay, 25th Jane. , Dear Si-san,—I got your letter by post, and I now write you by the steam boot to teach you a little economy. It was, certainly, thoughtless of you to be incurring the expense of postage, when you knew Papa had engaged with the boat people to take our luggage and parcels gratis, and all that you had to do was, just to put a bit ef brown paper about your letter and tie it over with n thread. Though our money is, perhaps, as plenty as that of some of our neighbours I could name, yet we need not, for all that, be throwing it away at the cocks—besides, my dear, the olan I have mentioned ia quite genteel and done every day by the first families here. 1 would not hare wrote you so soon, but I wish you down on Saturday at furthest, as I want your advice about Lucretia. Lucretia, you must know, my dear, has made ntu impression, and, as the gentleman, though pretty well In years ami irot much indebted to his looks, is able to make a bandsome settfement, I expect you will either persuade her to have him, or hear what' he has' to Toy yourself. Papa and I thought every thing was In a fair way, but yesterday morning she came in to breakfast hanging her head like a water-lily, and began whining about feelings and all that sort of nonsense. Now, unless it

be that foolish utlection for Bob I don't know what can be

the matter with the girl. It's excessively foolish to lose a good match for a fidgety creature like him wbecan do nothing but play the fiddleand dance quadrilles, and, you know, though younger than you, yet Looky has no time to spare, so make up your mind, my dear, as to your own conduct, before you come down. Our neighbour Miss has played her card very well, and the old knave

who lately came here, bump'd from , with the large for

i know, whom so many ladies have been setting their caps at. It would seem, the free and easy elegance of her morning dress had attracted the old gentleman's notice, and the sly one observed that the fish was playina about the hook, but she, poor innocent, never appeared to be aware of the circumstance till the question was popped, and then when be said snip, she said snap, and a good snap it has been, for I understand she will, at least, hare about five hundred a year at bis death. So you see, Miss Bam, what early rising comes to, and what young ladies lose who lie snoring In bed, for I assure you it has been a morning affair altogether. For ourselves we have been pretty well in health, but we have been completely confined to the house with rain—except in the evenings when it chance to be fair—not a lady waa to be seen save old Mrs. Guddle who went wandering about like a restless duck, from house to bouse to complain of the state of her bones and gather the sympathy of her friends as a cure for her rheumatism. But the weather is now getting better, and our friend Dr. Guzzle says, the glass is getting up, but you will say,' perhaps, it is always vp with him—so it used, ray dear, but Pa tells me be has been living very sober since he eante to Rothesay.—Wishing you

it pleasant sail down, I remain, dear'Strssh, your affectionate Ma,

lit" - ■ Dorccs Bam.


The Second Volume of The Family Topographer, containing Cornwall, Devon, Dorset, Hants, and the Isle of Wight, Somerset, and Wilts, is In the press.

An Essay on the Ministry of Local or Lay Preachers, by William Robinson, will soon appear.

A Fac-Simile of the celebrated Hymn, "From Greenland's Icy Mountains," by the late Bishop Heber, is nearly ready for publication.

The Devotional Letters and Sacramental Meditations of Dr. Philip Doddridge, Is in the press, and will shortly appear.

A Weekly Miscellany, to be conducted by Mr. Piunoek, -is announced.

The Weekly Cabinet of Antiquarian Literature will soon


Fifteen Months' Pilgrimage through untrodden tracts of Khuzistan and Persia, ill a journey from India through Turkish Arabia, Persia, Armenia, Russia, Old Poland, be, by J. H. Stocqueler, Esq. is preparing for publication.

A History of the Non-conformist Churches and Ministers in Yorkshire, by the Rev. Thomas Scales, ia about to be published.


It is witii much pain we have to announce the sudden demise of Dr. Dim M i ;s Day, who, last night, expired at hie mansion ia Miller Street, at the goodly age of 112. To a most kindly and gentlemanlike deportment, he united the moat versatile powers of mind. He was at once a dramatic and lyric poet, a biographer, a satirist, a wit, and a man of rertu. He was a profound scholar, ami a modem linguist of the very first order, having- given proofs to the world of an acquaintanceship, not only with the tongas, but with the literature of France, Italy, Spain, Germany, Persia, Arabia and India. To these high literary qualifications which have spread his fame, far and wide,. and brought celebrity to his native city, he added so many amiable social qualities, that it has been resolved to give him a public funeral, and this morning, the following programme of the procession wag agreed on, which is to take place on Monday:—

Six Mutes, three and three. „ Band of Music, playing, " Oh the days are gone." Teu Leeries, with torches lighted, preceded by the City Laureate, singing, " Oh 'The Day' is gone down o'er the Baltic's

broad billow." The Secretary of the Commercial and Literary Society, in deep mourning. Followed by the Members.—The Editors of the different Newspapers, arranged in the following order. Reformers' Gazette and Ursa Major. Free Press and Trades' Advocate. Chronicle and Scuts Times. Courier and Herald. Stationers' Company, headed by two rival Bibliopoles,

Mr. John Finlay, carrying a banner with " The Day" reversedTbe Architect, bearing a plan of the Monument to be placed in the Merchants' Park, with the following

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Both clouds and sunshine linger'd o'er his name, Exalted now beyond the reach of Fame: Reposing here, beneath this verdant lawn, He knows, for him, no brighter " Day" can dawn. THE BODY. Editor of " The Day" as Chief Mourner. Pall Bearers. The Council of Ten, followed by the Contributors. Baillie Pirnie on Horseback, followed by Auntie Pyet in a Sable Coach.

The Original Publisher of " The Day," followed by the leading Members of the Trunk makers' Society. Kejerted Contributors in plain clothes, while the Procession doses with Mr. John Graham, Printer, bearing a on which is i FINIS.


Published this Day,

THE SECOND VOLUME of HISTORICAL and DESCRIPTIVE ACCOUNT of BRITISH INDIA, from the most Remote Period to the Present Time;

Being Ao. VII. of the Edinburgh Cabinet Library.

Vol. III. which completes India, will be published on the 31st of July.

Printed for Oliver & Botd, Edinburgh:
And Smms & Marshall, London.


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