we

Bear the innates-hope is riven ;

Percy's Reliques; but comparing it with the We now proceed to pluck a few flowers But the sybil now is sailing

others around, we are compelled to believe of poetry from this last production of Mr On the fire flashing wings of the merciless storm, that Mr Fairfield wrote it in sad and sober Fairfield; the first savours strongly of Lau

Though gale and surge are wildly wailing The last dirge of Arva, of the paragon form;

earnest ; mistaking rant for sublimity. We ra Matilda. And the beauty's golden tresses

have not space for the whole, but assure The sun's last beam of purple light Mark her form on the phosphoric billows of night, our readers that it is all alike.

Emblazons Calpe's castle height,
And, anon, a father blesses

And over Lusitania's sea
His relic of pleasure, and her guardian bright.
Night, ebon night, veils every scene

Looks with a smile of melody,

Where oft we met and mingled souls From some transitory gleains, a sort of Oh, that thy smiles had never been!

Now we beg our readers to look at this, twilight of cominon sense, which glimmer- My pulse throbs wild, my mad brain rolls. and consider it well. ed in three or four pieces in the “ Poems,"

The last beam of the sun's purple light

A burst of moonlight feeling gleams. it seemed possible that Mr Fairfield, whose

O'er my fond heart's magnolia bower,

looks with a smile of melody over Lusitazeal was very apparent, might in time But nemory 'mid the bright flowers screams,

nia's sea. What in the name of nonsense come to write tolerable poetry. On the While Love weeps o'er the parting hour. is “ looking with a smile of melody? sight of the “ Lays of Melpomene, O'er life's perspective, dim and dun,

And many a strain is heard from far abandoned this supposition; the sucking

No gilding rays of orient glow,

Of wandering lover's sweet guitar, butterflies, spoken of in the following ex- My soul's gem-star, my fancy's sun,

And in the songs he fondly sings tract quite overcame us, and we cordially

Burns lurid in the vaults of woe.

His glowing heart finds rainbow wings,

Which bear his soul's devoted love joined the author in the exclamation at the Down-winged sylphs no longer dye

To her who would his honour prove. close.

The pale dead rose of buried love; To gain a name, and be the thing the world The air-wove forms of transport's eye

This we presume is highly metaphoricMimics and mocks, delights in and deludes,

Float not o'er sorrow's cypress grove.

al, but its meaning is too deep for us to

fathom.
Dooms to despair, and destines for the fane
Of fame ; to feel the butterflies of earth
Upon cerulean pinions borne,

Within whose solitary cells
Sucking the essence of almighty thought
Mid opal waves of spheral light,

Tearless despair forever dwells,
To sate and gorge themselves withal ;-to be
O'er my dark spirit, lost, forlorn,

And sin, beneath devotion's name,

Comes one dear shade of dead delight. The vassal camel of a mental waste

Reposes in its sacred shame, Toiling for things detestable, who love

This is exquisite; we have read “ Drury's While deeds unweened by him of hell To goad with gilded lances creatures formed Dirge all over, and can find but two

Are done in murder's fatal cell. To elevate their honour, and to hear

This doubtless means that worse things Groans wrung from bleeding hearts:-to toil and stanzas which make even an approach to sigh

Mr Fairfield's splendour of diction and were done in the convent than the devil 'Mid vigils of strained thought, and feel the breath clearness of th ght as above exemplified. ever thought of. Of waking nature stealing o'er the fires We will quote them, and our readers may

Feelings suppressed and thoughts untold Of the hot brain, and hear the morning air

Flowed silently, like liquid gold, compare the first of them with the first Chant matin minstrelsy to hopeless woe,

O'er her fond heart, while virtue's sun Mocking the spirit's ear; to look abroad stanza of Mr Fairfield, and the second with

Threw glory o'er them as they run. O’er earth and heaven, and weave in sunny web the fourth stanza extracted.

* * * Thoughts pure and delicate, conceptions high, Clouds of amber, dreams of gladness,

Oh, spirits that sail on the moonlight sea Creations glorious, and fancies rich,

Dulcet joys and sports of youth,

Should have thoughts as vast as eternity, Threads spun in paradise and knit and linked Soon must yield to haughty sadness

And feelings as pure and happy as those By magic skill of mighty intellect;

Mercy holds the veil of Truth. To think, toil, fancy thus, and yet to know

Rainbow-winged birds who can dwell in a rose, That we but frame an Eden for base worms,

* * *

For bearts full of grief, oh, never can be Serpents of venoin, reptiles foul, and things Hark! what soft Eolian numbers,

Fond of sailing alone on a moonlight sea. Beneath all name—-'tis vile, oh, very vile!

Gem the blushes of the morn ;

We are not so well acquainted with natural In many passages of this work we have Break, Amphion, break your slumbers,

history as Mr Fairfield, but we believe we been reminded of two noted prodnctions ;

Nature's ringlets deck the thorn.

have seen these birds ;-we always called to wit, Nat. Lee's elegiac verses, which he One more parallel and we are done. them rose-bugs; but though their wings be used to recite with much pomp of enuncia- Who—who can bear a rapier smile ?

streaked, it would require a very poetical tion in Bedlam, and the Dirge of Drury, by A kiss that dooms the soul to death?

fancy to see the hues of the rainbow upon Laura Matilda, in the “Rejecied Address. The anguish of illuding guile ?

them. We have been at the pains to mark The nectar upas of the breath?

Twas soft Campania's evening hour, a few parallel passages for the satisfaction

Lays of Melpomene, p. 40.

And earth and heaven were seas of light, of our readers. Lee's verses, if we reWhere is Cupid's crimson motion ?

And Zulma in her rose-wore bower member rightly, began something in this

Billowy ecstacy of wo?

Sate gazing on the horizon bright,
Bear me straight, meandering ocean,

Where white clouds float and turn to gold, wise ;

Where the stagnant torrents flow!

Like garments in campeachy rolled, Oh that my lungs would bleat like buttered peas,

Drury's Dirge. And fancy pictures angel pinions And e'en with frequent bleatings burn and itch,

We must necessarily be short in our no

Far waving o'er those high dominiops. And grow as turbid as the Irish seas, To engender whirlwinds for a working witch!

tice of the “Sisters of St Clara.” Such of Here again we are surpassed in chemical And Mr Fairfield, in more passages than our readers as have read the Blank Book knowledge, as in other branches of science, we have room for, writes thus,

of a Small Colleger," of which we gave a by Mr Fairfield. . We thought at first that

notice a few numbers back, may remember as logwood was brought from Campeachy, Methinks there is a mighty power within My spirit, that I feel such glorious thoughts

a story told there of two Portuguese Nuns. and logwood made a blackish dye, it was an Roll like sun-billows o'er my swelling brain,

We did not think that the best story in the oversight of our author, and the lines should The World, unthinking things, would call me mad! book, nor the best told. Such as it is, how run thus, * * ever, Mr Fairfield has thought fit to do it

Like garments in Brazil wood rolled ; But Night, at man's unholy madness wroth,

into verse, by which process, it is absoluteAnd started at his wassailry, arose

ly undone. The story is a short one; two From her dark couch and shrieked so fearfully nuns attempted to elope from a convent

Like clothes in Nicaragua rolled; To hea ven that angels on each other gazed one succeeded and the other was taken. but upon reflection, we concluded not to In deep astonishment.

One was killed for the breach of her vow, offer our emendation, lest we should have Had we met with the poem from page 36, and her lover kills himself on the occasion; the mortification of hearing that Mr to p. 40, of the Lays of Melpomene, any and the other dies of grief because her lover Fairfield had a patent for extracting yelwhere else, we should have thought it to be would not marry her, and he dies of grief low from a preparation of Campeachy an imitation of some of the mad-songs in because she died.

es,”

or

We must stop here, pressed both by time i lisbed variations of the verbs of that lan-, tion. Every auxiliary does it in the same space. It is with feelings of regret that we guage.

degree. Some of them require the omission have thus performed our duty to the public Our grammars inform us, that “ Mood is of the particle to, but it is still understood in exposing the waste of time, paper, and a particular form of the verb, showing the or implied in the sense of the verb, whether printers' ink, consumed in these works. It manner in which the being, action, or pas- expressed or not. is with feelings the reverse of aught un- siop is represented.” Mr Murray attempts Now it is certain that the above examfriendly, that we beseech Mr Fairfield to to explain the nature of a mood, by saying, ples and a great number of others, do not write no more verses. Can it be probable, that "it consists in the change which the come under the definition of any of the five that he will ever gain fame by it, and is it verb undergoes, to signify the various in. moods; and yet they are as distinct in their not squandering what little talent he may tentions of the mind, and various modifica character as important in their signification, possess in a pursuit worse than vain ? If tions and circumstances of action.” and of as frequent occurrence, as those which there be any thing that he can do of use to

A moment's consideration will show any are included under the common enumeration himself and society, let him turn bimself to grammarian, that English verbs are not va of moods. If the reader will pursue this inthat ere it be too late ; a poet, we may sure- ried to express these varieties of intention quiry, he will find that the five moods defined ly say, without exposing ourselves to a and action. The verbs of many other lan- in our grammars, do not express half of the charge of presumptuous prophecy, he will guages are varied. but in English, they ad-“ various intentions of the mind,” and he never be, until his intellectual nature be mit of scarcely any change. To save the cannot fail of remarking, that the verb wholly changed.

trouble of proving this, we request those undergoes little or no change in expressing who are interested in the inquiry, to go any of them.

through the conjugation of a regular verb, In the next place, we say, that modes of ERRORS OF THE PRESS.

and to mark all the changes which it admits. action are not denoted by the five moods of

In naming the second person singular, we the verb. I walk, walk, I may walk, if I In the first column of the article upon recommend that the familiar style be sub- walk, to walk, express no modes of the acBuchanan's Sketches of the North American stituted for the solemn, or Quaker style. tion of walking. This is so plainly a matter Indians, in our last number but one, the word The only variation which has any claim to of fact, that every grammarian must see it.

be called a mood, is in the termination of The “modifications and circumstances of ac“ Miltiades” is printed for “ Mithridates." the third person singular of the indicative tion” are commonly expressed by adverbs, We may mention, as an amusing coincidence, present; where we say, he loveth or loves, or by nouns and prepositions: as I walk that precisely the same mistake occurs on

instead of love. Let the abettors of the fast, I walk with rapidity; he speaks fiuent

present system make the most of this soli- |ly, he speaks with energy; he lives in a very the 66th page of the American edition of tary variation; it will furnish them but an unhappy situation. Medwin's. Conversations of Lord Byron. incompetent and ludicrous reason for all

Our last sertion was, that the changes In that instance, Byron is supposed to be their display of the conjugation of the verband modifications of being, intention, and through five moods.

action, supposed to be expressed by either speaking of the individuals, and converts

If it were true that the five moods, as of the five moods, as formed by the common the Athenian commander into the Pontic formed with the help of auxiliaries, express auxiliaries, are frequently expressed by the monarch, by the same error, which, in our all “ the various intentions of the mind,” other moods with equal precision. We might

and all “ the various modifications and cir- add, that they are still more frequently dereview, miscalls Professor Adelung's great cumstances of action;" or if they expressed noted by other forms of expression, which work.

nearly all these circumstances of intention do not come under the definition of either of We would also notice the omission of the

and action, leaving only trifling exceptions; the moods.

we should then admit that they ought to be Take, for example, the following senproper signature, “j,” to “The Gladiator,” retained in treatises on philosophical gram- tence. I think that I shall walk. This is in the same number.

mar. But the more we seek for any ground in the indicative mood; but it is equally in the philosophy of language for this divi- well expressed by the infinitive, I expect

sion into moods, the more apparent it will to walk, or I purpose to walk, or I intend MISCELLANY.

be, that no such ground exists. If the reader to walk. So the imperative, walk, is exwill be patient enough to follow us in the in- pressed by the indicative, you shall walk;

quiry, we shall endeavour to show that very by the infinitive, I command you to walk ; ON THE COMMON SYSTEMS OF ENGLISH few of the common modes of intention and and by the potential, you must walk in

action are definitely expressed by what are stuntly. These examples might be multi

termed the five moods of verbs; and that plied indefinitely. In like manner, I can No. IV.

those modes of intention and action which walk signifies no more nor less than, I have In a previous number, we promised to either of the several inoods of verbs is sup- the ability to walk ; the verb is the same in resume the subject of moods and tenses. It posed to denote, are very frequently ex- both cases; and can it be pretended, that was our intention to offer some criticisms pressed by the other moods with equal pre- the use of different auxiliaries changes the on the systems advanced in our grammars, cision. In the first place, let us inquire, mood, while the sense and form of the verb encyclopædias, and philosophical treatises; whether the various intentions of the mind remain the same? If so, what is the meanbut a critical examination of them, which are designated by the several moods of verbs. ing of mood ? we made some time ago, afforded so little Take, for example, the verb walk. By which We do not see that any thing needs to useful information, and so few principles of the moods are the following dispositions be added against the common division and which we could esteem as correct, that our of the mind expressed? I desire to walk ; I definition of English moods ; for, if we misJabour of reading was followed by a degree expect to walk ; I am afraid to walk ; I think take not, we have analyzed them fairly, of disgust which we know not how to over- of walking ; I hope to walk. These are pare and shown, that English verbs have no come; and we feel incapable of repeating ticular affections, dispositions, and intentions moods in form, that is, by variations of the the drudgery with any advantage to our of the mind, in relation to the action, signi- verh, and that the ideas and intentions which selves or others. The most, therefore, that fied by the term walk; and they are dis- verbs express, have an almost infinite num. we shall attempt, will be to illustrate and tinctly expressed by the aid of auxiliaries. ber of modes, which are not comprehended apply the principle which we formerly In the first example, for instance, the verb under the definition of any of the five moods. stated, -that the number of moods and desire is the auxiliary ; and why is it not as We shall leave the subject here, till we tenses which should be recognised in the suitable an auxiliary as can or may? It may learn some good reason for resurning it ;grammar of any language, is so many as be said, that desire changes the verb to the reserving our remarks on tenses for another are expressed by the regular and estab. infinitive mood. But this is a mere decep- number.

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upon books in elementary instruction, will be little a degree of disgust which proves a great im- the developement of the mental por ers. He rebetter than a nostrum of paper and of ink.

, are introduced only to embody the elements of sci- any way. The best part of all that children ing was yet unknown, and hence, that the diffusion

of knowledge by books was impossible. He read ence, and where able teachers are employed to learn, is caught in casual moments, when of Aristotle and Plato, of Socrates and Pythagoras, illustrate, to amplify, co infer; to elicit thought and facts happen to be illustrated in a familiar among the Greeks; some of whom removed to Italy, excite reflection; to encourage inquiry and engage and interesting manner, and especially when in order to disseminate among the Roman youth, curiosity; to teach practice, and explode theory, they chance to see a simple truth explained the knowledge they had gained in Egypt and the either things themselves are presented directly to

It

East.

may the senses, or their appropriate ideas are excited in by being applied to its proper use. the mind, by the aid of analogous images already be said, that this is all the knowledge that pher, after comparing all the data derived from there, and the mere words which signify the one scholars can obtain, which is legitimate. history, resulted in the conclusion, that the great and the other, follow of necessity. In this case we Whatever is not so acquired, is unaccom- diversity of elementary books employed in the secure the reality, instead of the transient shadow panied by love of knowledge for its own schools of modern times, is destructive of the best which fits across the mind only to leave it in sake, or the proper use which it is designed interests of early education; especially when those greater darkness and more deplorable sterility. In short: the one system imparts IDEAS, and the other to effect. It is altogether factitious; and books are voluminous and prolix-calculated to when the spurious motive which excited the enlighten, and expand the mind.

burden, perplex, and stupify, rather than exhilarate, mind to the exertion by which it was ob. The character of those elementary treatises which In the statement of the difference between tained, ceases to operate, then all interest were employed by ancient instructers, he was enathe two methods of teaching, the author is in the knowledge ceases, and it is generally bled to infer from a single splendid example which perfectly correct; but we regret that he did forgotten.

had survived the consagration of the library of not exclude less important matter, and give

The acquisition of knowledge is not in Alexandria, and all the ravages of the Gothic bar

barians in the Western Empire. This was the a more full exposition of the Pestalozzian itself unpleasant to any mind. A love of Geometry of Euclid, the preceptor of the Ptolesystem. We know of no other subject so knowing, a pleasure in receiving informa- mies :-a book which has been found so complete important to all who have any concern tion, is proper to the nature of all children; in itself; so free from redundancy and defect; so with the business of instruction--from the and there is always something which is pre- perfectly inclusive and exclusive, ihat no geometrimother who sows the seed, to the instructer cisely

adapted to the capacity of every child, can in any age, has been able to add or diminish, of ripening youth, who aids in the expansion and in which he will feel a strong interest only are the books which Pestalozzi and his follow

without creating an evident imperfection. Such of the branches, the leaves, and the flowers, when it is presented to his mind. To obtain ers believe to be suited to the minds of youth. and prepares the tree to bring forth fruit. what is now suited to the state and powers But this philosopher ventured even farther, and We do not ascribe to Pestalozzi the sole of the intellect, will infallibly prepare the suffered himself to conjecture what was the characmerit of reviving the system of analytical way for the truth next in order; and the ter of those instructors to whom the Egyptians, instruction. It is a striking characteristic mind may advance by this regular gradation their children. He was able to demonstrate, be

Greeks, and Romans, intrusted the education of of the present age, that men are unwilling towards the illimitable measures of eternity. yond contradiction, that many of the first names to believe any thing on authority; it must We know that this theory, when pre- which history has transmitted, were teachers of the be explained and illustrated so that it can sented definitely, still appears to most per- youth of their country: and he found no trifling be understood. The mind revolts from a

sons wild and extravagant. The truth is, we number of examples of a fact still more to his purdogmatical mode of teaching. We love to can form no idea of this orderly, analytical pose ; that young men were sent from remote

countries to be taught by these great masters. feel that we are free and rational agents, arrangement of the facts or truths in sci-Hence he very logically inferred, that the most as well while acquiring, as while using, ence, because we were not thus instructed. approved instructors were Men of learning, expeknowledge.

All our knowledge consists of truths ob- rience, and character. All the causes which have combined to tained with little regard to method, and By this process of investigation, corroborated by produce this character in the present age, stored in the mind with almost no reference tradition among the descendants of these two na. have tended equally to introduce that method to orderly arrangement.

tions, resident in the mountains of his country, of instruction which Pestalozzi has done so

Pestalozzi gathered all the assistance wbich an.

The greatest difficulty which this system tiquity could supply, and reduced to practice in his much to illustrate and recommend. The presents, is that of determining the proper native Switzerland, the result of his inquiries. His Reformation, the works of Bacon, of New- arrangement of the several sciences. Prob- plan has been successfully pursued in Europe and ton, of Franklin, and many others, and all ably it should be different with different America; and the institution of Fellemburgh in that has been done to encourage and culti- scholars. In any single science, there is Switzerland, and the Polytechnic school of France, vate experimental science, have contributed no great difficulty in arranging the truths

have given celebrity to his principles. to the same end. The tendency of the analytically. We mention, as examples, and in perfect barmony with the philosophy of

These principles are at once natural and simple, whole, is to abolish the system of dogmati- Euclid's Elements in Geometry and Col- Franklin,-' to practise much, and trust little to cal teaching, and to substitute for it a sys- burn's First Lessons in Arithmetic. Upon theory. The simple elements of science are pretem of learning, - a system by which the some other occasion, we may endeavour to sented to the learner, and he is led to all the minute scholar sball, at all times, have that pre- show, that the same system of arrangement particulars, as if by actual discovery: In this mansented to his mind which he is capable of can easily be applied to the other sciences; tenacity of memory, but to repose with all its powers

ner the pupil is induced to confide little in a mere comprehending, and of applying to some and shall conclude this notice with an ex- on the decisions of an active understanding.

This is the way in which all real tract from the Address of Mr Brown, wbich Lancaster, on the other hand, was desirous of knowledge is obtained, and it is because contains some just observations respecting hazarding a mere experiment, without the least auour elementary books and our common the systems he is comparing.

thority from the practice of any age or nation. modes of instruction are so imperfect, that

A philanthropist, no doubt, he desired a more so very little is done at school to improve

Among the variety of suggestions in relation to general diffusion of knowledge than the condition any other faculty of the mind than the the best method of inculcation, those of Pestalozzi of the poorer classes of the community, in every

and Lancaster, have secured the greatest share of country, had hitherto admitted. By a sole reliance memory. The memory is continually stuffed public consideration. But while each has found its on books, with the bare rehearsal of lessons to those with natural images, while the affections are advocates, no two systems are more diametrically who were ignorant of their meaning, he hoped that uninterested in them, and the understanding opposed.

such children as were deprived of higher advantakes no cognizance of their application or

Pestalozzi seems to have reverted his eye upon tages, might receive, at least, tolerable instrucuse. Foreign motives—as fear of punish- the brightest pages of Grecian and Roman history, tion.

and, after admiring the perfection of the respective In England, where this system received at first ment and hope of reward_must be contin languages of these two august nations, to have in considerable patronage, it has sunk into general ually urged in order to encourage the mind quired into the causes of their literary and intel- neglect; and in these States, where Lancaster to this almost useless mode of acquiring lectual greatness. By a natural mode of argument, travelled long, and laboured with indefatigable inknowledge. We call this species of knowl. from effect to cause, he was led to suspect, that the dustry to impress the public mird with the sense of edge almost useless, because it proves of eminent historians and poets, orators and statesmen, the importance of his new discovery, the schools

military chieftains and scientific artists of those established on this plan bave gradually dwindled, comparatively little practical advantage, states, must have acquired the first rudiments of the and must eventually share the fate of their predeand übe acquirement of it is accompanied by sciences under circumstances peculiarly adapted to Icessors across the Atlantic. I have witnessed the

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THE LAPSE OF TIME.

the rivers Ettrick and Yarrow unite with

POETRY.

The grape in rich clusters hung, promising mirth, the Tweed, and in the vicinity is the seat

And the boughs of the apple-tree slept on the earth. of Sir Walter Scott. Further on we en

Did we thank thee, then, God of the seasons? Ola tered the district or earldom of Lauder

no! dale, passed near Cowden-knows, and pluck

Lament who will, in fruitless tears, ed some of the bonny broom, which was

The speed with which our moments fly:

We were prompt in accepting thy favours, but slow I sigh not over vanished years,

Were our lips to give thanks for the rich gifts, thy then in flower; beyond this was Earlstone,

hand

But watch the years that hasten by. or Ercildoupe tower, the birthplace of

Showered thick on the maize-littered vales of our

land. Thomas the Rhymer, who figures in the

See how they come, a mingled crowd “Scottish Chiefs."

Of bright and dark, but rapid days;- Thou hast rained on us manna, Lord,- yet we are Beneath them, like a summer cloud,

mute; There were so many beautiful scenes in

The wide world changes as I gaze.

Though summers all smiles, of thy love are the fruit, our route, that we were unable to divest ourselves of our incorrigible habit of loiter- What! grieve that time has brought so soon

Springs and autumns, as fair as the Orient boasts, ing, and were, the third time, delivered

The sober age of manhood on!

Dawn on us,-yet faint are our longues, Lord of

Hosts!

As idly should I weep at noon, over to the power of darkness, with its

To see the blush of morning gone. usual and very agreeable concomitants,

Now we raise our glad voices in gratitude raise, mud and rain. We reached Lauder, how

Could I forego the hopes that glow

And we wraft on the beams of the morning our In prospect, like Elysian isles ?

praise; ever, in pretty good time, and with as little

And let the charming future go,

We thank thee for golden grain gathered in shock, difficulty as was to have been expected.

With all her promises and smiles?

And the milk of the kine, and the fleece of the flock Lauder is a burgh of barony, the meaning

The future!-cruel were the power of which designation I do not know. It

Whose doom would tear thee from my heart. And we thank thee for limbs moving light to the

task, interested me principally as the place Thou sweetener of the present hour!

For hearts beating high, though unwarmed of the where Archibald Bell-the-Cat hanged Coch- We cannot-no--we will not part.

flask. ran. It is ten miles distant from Melrose,

Oh, leare me, still, the rapid flight

Fill us, Lord, with just sense of thy bounty, and give so that we did pretty well this day, having That makes the changing seasons gay,

Health to us, and to all in the land where we live. ! walked seventeen miles, besides standing The grateful speed that brings the night,

J. some hours in and about the abbey.

The swift and glad return of day;
Although this day was Sunday, we could
The months that touch with lovelier grace

NIGHT.-A POEM. (Continued.]
not think of spending twenty-four hours in This little prattler at my knee,
Lauder, and accordingly departed at nine In whose arch eye and speaking face

Oh why doth the spirit thus love to roam, o'clock. Near the village is Thirlestane New meaning every hour I see ;

From its wonted rest in its quiet home?

Is it that fairy spirits fly castle, the seat of the Earl of Lauderdale,

The years that o'er each sister land

Around the orb of the sleeping eyean ancient and odd-looking edifice, built,

Shall lift the country of my birth,

Recalling the scenes that had gone forever, some five centuries ago, by Edward Long- And nurse her strength, till she shall stand The friends from whom we were doomed to sever, shanks. From thence we proceeded four The pride and pattern of the earth; The smiling lip, and the sparkling eye, miles, through rather an upinteresting

The bosom on which we were wont to lie,

Till younger commonwealths, for aid, The voice whose accents calmed our fears, country, still by the banks of the Leeder,

Shall cling about her ample robe,

The hand that dried our falling tears : here reduced to a very small stream, to And, from her frown, shall shrink, afraid, All we love, and all we dread, Carfrae Mill.

The crowned oppressors of the globe. The absent living, and the dead, Leaving the Mill, we began to ascend the

True-time will seam and blanch my brow

As if to mock the power of night, Lammermoor hills to Channelkirk, and Well-I shall sit with aged men,

By bringing the forms of death to light?

Or is it, that while the frame is still, * from thence passed over the hills and a And my good glass will tell me how

And the thoughts no longer obey the will, dreary, heathy waste, which extended, on A grisly beard becomes me then.

That Fancy, escaping from Reason's sway, each side of the road, as far as the eye

And should no foul dishonour lie

Leaves her to slumber-and flies away; could see in misty weather. Eight miles Upon my head, when I am gray,

Poising her fickle and downy wing, from Lauder brought us to the county of Love yet may search my fading eye,

O er bowers of Joy, where pleasures spring, Mid Lothian. Here we began to descend

And smooth the path of my decay.

Or wandering drearily 'mid the shade

Of ruined prospects, that guilt hath made ? and the country presented a more agreea- Then haste thee, time,-'tis kindness all

Enough to learn, as we mark the feeling ble aspect, but the weather assumed a very That speeds thy winged feet so fast; Within a slumbering bosom stealing, different one.

Thy pleasures stay not till they pall,

While it dwells on the pictures of joy or pain Excepting the village of Fala, which is And all thy pains are quickly past. Which Fancy's pencil hath touched again, the neatest that I have noticed in Scotland, Thou fliest, and bear'st away our woes;

That there dwells in that frail abode of clay,

A being, whose home is far away; we observed nothing remarkable for the And, as thy shadowy train depart,

There is something there no power can bind, next nine miles. Here we recrossed the Esk The memory of sorrow grows

A living soul an immortal mind! rivers, which are particularly beautiful at A lighter burden on the heart.

A prisoner there—which waits the hour,
B.

When Death, destroying Nature's power,
this point, and passed through Dalkeith,
which is a considerable town. Near it

Shall free it from the thrall of Time,

And let it seek its native clime,stands Dalkeith castle, the seat of the AUTUMNAL HYMN OF THE HUSBANDMAN.

Which, trying its powers in sleep, would seem Duke of Buccleugh, who is said to be the Now we rest from our toils, Lord, our labours are To rise on the wing of a midnight dreani, richest nobleman in Scotland. Six miles

done,

And struggle to lift the veil that 's thrown from Dalkeith, by Duddingstone, brought Our meadows are bared to the kiss of the sun ;

Between it and the world unknown ; us to Edinburgh, which we entered exact. We have winnowed the wheat, -welt our toil it That world, where its being shall still endure ly at six o'clock, having walked twenty. And our oxen have eaten the husks of the maize.

re pays,

In joy or in sorrow-defiled or pure,

While ages roll-through time's extent, five miles in nine hours, including stop

Eternally living—but still unspent! pages. The road, during the last fourteen We gathered our harvests; with strength in each or fifteen miles, had been quite good, com.

limb

Oh night! thou emblem of death's long sleep. pared with what we had experienced be. Toiled the mower,-the ripe grass bowed prostrate How inany poor wretches thy vigils keep, fore, so that we were very slightly fatigued,

to him,

On the stormy wave, where the winds are high, thongh pretty well wel, and our garinents Was blither than those who wear sceptres and How many, worn out by thy terrors, pray

And the reaper, as nimbly be felled the proud grain, and the lightnings flash from an angry sky; somewhat the worse for the “samples of

For the blessed beams of another day, the soil,” with which they had been adorned, in the various stages of our progress. And the wheat blade was tall, and the full, golden ear * See Sierart's Elements of the Philosophy of

There is another class we mean to glance, one original character, developed and varied, in this, and while the future continues in at. This embraces writers who are honest, by the operation of a very few agencies. It futurity, we would class ourselves among and writers who are not. We have no con- is a mind, however, of vast capacity, and the faithful. cern with the purposes or motives of men the causes which are brought to operate Sometimes, however, this vast and remote when they write or print, for a bad book upon it are of great power. We are not future seems to approach nearer than it may not have proceeded from a bad motive, surprised to find this character at times a should upon the borders of the present, and or a useful one from the best. Honest au- wandering misanthrope, feeling deeply the sometimes our writers and talkers seem to thors are not so to themselves only, but to power of nature, an man as he now is, think, and to feel, that it has actually their age, and to their country. There is a and man as he has been, in the remote and reached us, and that we are now what a real weakness in a written bypocrisy. A strange times of antiquity. It is not strange few centuries may make us. In this there man may walk before us, and talk before us to us that he should now appear deep in the may be great evil. If our legislators get it, too, and be nothing he seems. But the mind toils of love; now recklessly cruel, and now they may legislate for what is not ; changand the heart of the whole community stir ardently attached. We do not wonder to ing and overturning what belongs to us, to at the false histories of the writing author. find him grossly licentious and ingenious make way for what belongs to nobody. Our And this they do, whether the falsehood be in his ribaldry; now discoursing about financiers may get it, and we may be taxed found in the glozing of sin, in excessive moral distinctions, and now losing or de- in advance, and be called wealthy, because panegyric, or in caricature vice.

spising the whole of them. At one moment every body may be hereafter. It would The purely imaginative, and the salirists he spurns our sympathy, and in the next we sometimes seem that the inspiration of our too, have not unfrequently been the faith- should be ashamed of his company. This writers was getting transfused into the mass, fulest authors, and the truest historians. character has been pronounced to be his and that we are living in the future, whether Who reads Hume, Gibbon, or Robertson own, at least in an early period of its bis- we will or no. We are getting at last at for a true history? Nobody. But who does tory. This, however, he has denied. But abuses, which have been the protection and not read Shakspeare with a saving and a if it be in any measure so, bis works to that happiness of our fathers and ourselves, but safe faith. He wrote truly of all ages, for extent at least are autobiographical, and will which will never be tolerated in the times he wrote truly of his own, and knew what go down to succeeding ages for their veri- to come. A strange sort of benefaction is was in man. To be honest, was not the less similitude alone. They are not histories of thus to be substituted for present good, the unwise in his time, in the construction of a his time, for they do not give us what an incalculable good of a vast future. villain, than it is now.

age, especially his own, makes of the mass If this be in any measure true, if we are Pope was no traducer of his species as he of men, with whom he was born. They are to realize prophecies, or are realizing them found it. His age made him, as the age strictly individual, for they all tell us about already, we should look to it, and very semakes every body. His harmonious, and, the same being. Give these works any riously. Human life is getting longer, it is not upfrequently, grossly indelicate satire, other character, admit for a moment that said, than it used to be, but it will hardly has its quality from his time. It was the they were intended by the author as a true carry us as far as our writers are disposed current selfishness which made its passage history, or a dramatic sketch of his times, to do. We may be losers in the bargain, and through his heart, and a fine intellect fol. and he becomes at once the veriest and what is thus lost to us, will be lost to our lowed in its tide. Pope, however, is tem- vulgarist libeller. As it is, he is the most successors, however remote, or however nuporary and local, for he is confined, and remarkable egotist, if one at all, that bas merous. They were safe prophets in the hemmed in by an artificial society both of ever lived. He industriously brings to the British parliament, who foretold the liberty fashion and letters. We have dispensed surface, and keeps there, what other men and prosperity of America, for we had one with the hoop-petticoat, and pretty much more industriously have hidden in the deep- of these already, and could not long want with the heroic couplet. But he is true to est recesses of their own hearts. This sin the other. Prophets are not safe now howwhat he saw and felt, or to his age, and is gle fact explains a thousand anomalies in ever, our prophetic writers; for we have o far no libeller.

his works; and among these, the strange both liberty and prosperity, and it is for Byron is still more local than Pope. He selfishness which could love deeply the in these, and for these alone, we should give is almost individual. His variety is more dividual and hate the species; or regard the our minds in the fulness of their best powin name than in thing. His writings seem whole with one sweeping abhorrence, dis- ers; and if we are true to our best interests

, to be the efforts of a very few agencies upon gust, and contempt.

those which have been long proved, and his own vast mind. A review of some of We have spoken of authors who have found so, our posterity will be blessed withhis poems, which by bis own title of them, been true to their own character, to their out prophesy. really belong to his infancy, was one, and age, and to the world. There are other probably the earliest of these. This review classes; we have room to speak of but one annoyed him dreadfully. He did not con- This class is peculiar to our own sider that he had strayed from his nobility country. It has in a measure been made

No. I. into the republic of letters, and was igno- by the country, its institutions, and prosrant that the constitution of this wide re. pects, and deserves to be named. It be

The Author. public, guarantees to all its citizens the longs to us; and however little we have

Me dulcis saturet quies. privilege of abusing, as well as praising been allowed to appropriate of letters,

Obscuro positus loco, each other. His nobility went in company we may safely clain this. If we should

Leni perfruar otio. with his genius, a legitimate association name it, we should call it the prophetic class

Chorus er Thyeste. enough in his case, and they were equally of authors. This will serve to distinguish I am a wayfaring man in the literary annoyed by the receptiou they met. Disgust them at once from all writers within a world, and in humour and out of humour to the whole British empire soon followed, reasonable antiquity, and will surely distin- with its inhabitants, have come and gone and the Curse of Minerva appeared a few guish them from all the moderns. Our wri- from place to place, and as yet have left no years after English Bards and Scottish Re- ters, whether imaginative or historical, are memory behind me. I have always shunviewers. A still more personal annoyance prophetic. They go habitually before the ned ostentation, even in the vehicle that at length drove his lordship from England lime. They live in the future of their own has carried me, and turning aside from the forever, and then we had Don Juan, or, with minds. They are with a population which busier marts of literature, have loitered in other things, English manners, and English cannot be numbered. The blessings of our its green alleys and silent avenues. To society, under the similitude of Eastern institutions are upon all. A mass of intel- men in the higher walks of letters nature sensuality.

lectual power and physical strength occu- has made known the warm intellectual As an author, and it is in this character pies the distance, to a degree at times al- springs, whence issue those vast concepLord Byron now lives, his lordsbip is almost most oppressive to us, who are comparatively tions, that are too wide for the embrace of entirely exclusive. He bas given us but few and powerless. Now there is no harm inferior minds :—and we of bumbler birth

more.

THE LAY MONASTERY.