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From venison rose the smoke of our Dost thou still shed tears for the fair repast;

[was the wave. nymph Our drink from Treig ;

our music

Of softest grace and whitest hand ? I Though spirits shriek d, and moun. Endless joy to the tender cheek's, tains roar'd,

[our repose.

Who will never leave the narrow Stretch'd in the grot how sweet was bed!


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I see above thy vale, Scureilt,

Spread thy sails upon the deep, Where first is heard the cuckoo's And hither speed with all thy sweet ;

might; And blue Melall of thousand firs, With pleasure shall my ear receive Of many herbs, and roes, and elks. The broken-hearted's songs of love. The wild-ducks swift and merry swim Tell him, for my eyes have failid, Yon lake of water-lilies smooth, Tell where the feeble reed abides, That show their green leaves on its With mournful voice, beside the speckface,

led fish, Its sides adorn'd with mountain ash. Reclining on his useless shield. The beauteous snowy-breasted swan Now lift me, ye whose arms are strong, Swims graceful on the rising wave. And lay me under fragrant boughs, When she wings her flight aloft, That when the sun has risen high, Among the clouds, she never tires. Their virent leaves may shade afford.

Oft she flies across the main
To the cold haunt of many seals,
Where rises not to a mast a sail,
Nor oaken prow divides a wave.

Then come thou, O sweet memo ry!
That movest quick`midst distant years;
Display the actions of my youth,
Recall to mind my times of joy.
O see, my soul! the damsel fair,
Beneath the oak, the king of trees;
Her showy hand among her golden

Her soft eye on the youth of her love.

Approach the place of my repose,
Thou who singest thy beloved's

Lone swan, from the sea-bound land,
Let me hear thy music in thy flight.
What is the land whence blows the

Which hither bears the plaintive words
Of the youth who roved afar,
And helpless left my hoary locks ?

He singing at her side ; she mute,

; With panting heart that in his music

joysTo which stop to listen the deerLove wafted alternate from their eyes.

There are a small lake and stream in Lochaber which still bear this name. | Gaelic, lon. This word is generally understood to mean an elk. It is now quite obsolete, and is found powhere but in old poems.

I The bard here addresses his son. The next three or four stanzas are obscure. Mr Clark translated from a different version. As the traditional account which he gives of this part may render it more intelligible, it is here suhjoined.

“ The bard, who was himself a chief, had an only son, who fell deeply in love with Lavinia, (Lavin ?) the beautiful daughter of Thalbar. Lavinia was drowned as she was bathing in the lake of Triga, ( Treig ?) Morlav, the bard's son, becoming desperate, sailed for the Orkney Isles, hoping to fall in the wars of that prince, who was then at variance with the King of Norway. His valour and good conduct, however, gained him great fame ; and after the Norwegians were defrated and expelled the Isles, the Prince, in consideration of his services and personal merit, offered Morlav his daughter in marriage, which he refused, and retired to a cave in a lonely isle, where his father heard that he still continued to mourn his lost Lavinia."


Now hush'd the lay ; her soft, white, Oh! bear me near the sounding fall, breast

That pours with murmurs from the Is press'd unto her lover's heart,

rock; And he with ardour oft salutes. Beside me lay my harp and shell, Her blooming cheeks like And the shield which shelter'd my red.

sires in war.


May bappiness attend that age
Whose joys return in dreams alone ;
And blest, my dear one, be thy soul,
O gentle dame of tresses fair!

Come thou mildly over the deep,
O friendly gale! that movest slow;
And bear my shade upon thy wings,
With speed unto the Nobles' Isle. *

Hast thou forsaken me, charming Where are the heroes that lived of vision ?

old, Return, a little while return.

Who, sleepless, listen to their songs ? Alas! thou hearest not unhappy me! Open your hall, Ossian and Dâlo; Beloved mountains, now farewell! By night the bard is no more! Farewell, ye sprightly sons of youth, But oh! before my shade depart Ye beauteous maids, farewell! To the final abode of bards on high, I see you not; yours is the gladness Give me once more my harp and Of summer ; eternal winter now is shell, mine.

Then, loved harp and shell, adieu !


ATTEND to my song, ye contributors all,
Now met to be merry in Ebony Hall:
Since justice has fully been done to the feast,
And the fury of liunger a moment has ceased,
Your hearts, I am sure, will allow it is fit
To drink, with due honours, a bumper Kit!

Ą bumper to him, whose illustrious name
For ever must float on the full tide of fame

While our little bark in attendance may sail,
Pursuing the triumph, and sharing the gale :
The fame will be ours on our tombs to have writ,
Here lies, who contributed something to Kit !

But while he is our head, and we're each but a limb,
He could do without us, though not we without him:
For were all his auxiliaries laid on the shelf,
He could knock off in no time a Number himself ;
Let but steam and stenography help him a bit,
What tomes and what treasures might issue from Kit !

It is true he is old; but 'tis easily seen,
Though his age may be gouty, it also is green:
He is garrulous, too, his detractors repeat ;
But where was garrulity elsewhere so sweet?
Oh! never did old age and eloquence sit
Half so comely on Nestor as now upon Kit!

Gaelic-Flad innis. The heaven of the old Scots. None of the Highland bards who lived subsequent to the universal prevalence of Christianity talk in this strain ; and

l therefore it is to be inferred that the author of this poem flourished previous to that period,


And though thus resembling the Pylian Sire,
He has Ajax's force and Achilles's fire,
The softness that dwelt in Audromache's breast,
With the Ithacan's slyness to season the rest.
No wonder in Homer he made such a hit,
When Iliads and Odesseys centre in Kit!

The Crutch !-what a weapon in Christopher's hand !
The wind of its waving what force can withstand!
Its wondrous achievements will ne'er be forgot
In quelling the Cockney and stunuing the Stot:
It will crack you a crown as your nail would a nit-
Woe, woe, to the wretch that encounters with Kit!

Yet think not his heart without pity or ruth,
Or the Crutch ever raised save for virtue and truth;
His motto is noble, proclaim it aloud
To spare the submissive and punish the proud :
When his eye with benignity's beam is uplit,
What magic can equal the kindness of Kit!

Ere Christopher came a new era to bring,
The prose of the press was a pitiful thing :
There was hardness of heart, or else thickness of skull,
The witty were wicked, the worthy were clull:
The bright reconcilement of wisdom and wit-
To whom do we owe it ?-entirely to Kit !

When riot and wrong seem'd to rule in our isle,
And the boldest and best held their breath for a while,
Still true to his country and true to his creed,
Was Christopher found in the hour of our need:
When the ship on the breakers seem'd ready to split,
The first boat to save her was manu'd by old Kit !

The times are much mended, but some things remain
That may call for the hand of the hero again :
For what with the Chartists, and what with the Church,
The law is of late rather left in the lurch.
Then his patriot rage may he never remit,
Till he floors every foeman of order and Kit!

Now may Christopher live, till in number we see
His years and his articles almost agree ;
And may Maga's adherents, the high and the low,
Enjoy the best blessings her bounties bestow :
Even down to the devils, that never will quit,
But keep constantly howling for copy from Kit !

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And here let our Queen put a close to my song-
May her life and her love both be happy and long !
A health to the youth whom her choice makes our own,
May her heart prove a dow'ry more rich than her throne ;
And may all bad adviser3 be soon forced to flit,
And replaced by true subjects and sages like Kit!


Miss MARTINEAU's name is very dual cases. What should we say of widely known--more widely, we think, Tales illustrative of the Rule of Three? than her works. Almost all those who They are not, indeed, mere fictions of have formed a judgment for them- the moment. Who does not remem. selves allow that she is a woman of ber the long and interesting statements genius, and we believe that her most of conditions which enlivened the arithbitter enemies have never raised a metic books of our childhood ? the whisper against her personal charac- imaginary walls that were built by so ter ; yet among the better classes of many men in so many days, that other society, and especially among women, problematical walls, by help of more her writings are looked upon with men, might be built in fewer days ? peculiar suspicion and dislike. Some above all, the ever-recurring horsepart of her unpopularity she has no dealer, who, at the rate of a farthing reason to regret; for she has incurred for the first nail in his horse's shoe, it knowingly, and must have been and a halfpenny for the second, realprepared for the malice and slander ized we know not how many thouof the idolaters of almsgiving, or the sands, the established hero of geo. pions promoters of pauper marriages: metrical progression ? It is not, how. much of it has arisen from the sys- ever, for the sake of science that we tematic attacks which some of our deprecate the attempt to popularize it contemporaries have long been in the by representing it in practical operahabit of making upon her weak points, tion. A tale of Miss Martineau's is or even upon the pretended incon worth more than many argumentative gruity of her views with the assumed essays, and we regret that they should proprieties of her sex : but besides all involve an error in their original conthis, there is a large residue of honest ception. The scientific instruction disapprobation to be accounted for, which is conveyed by them is, after all, and we think that she has in most of contained principally in the conversaher former works naturally provoked tions, which the characters are more lit, and in some justly incurred it. or less awkwardly made to hold with

In her first publication, Tales illus- each other, on poor-laws, corn-duties, trative of Political Economy, Miss and currency restrictions—matters utMartineau displayed a rare power of terly inappropriate to fiction, as they delineating character, and of presenta are independent of individual feeling ing a succession of vivid and interests and character. In a good fiction every ing pictures of the everyday occupa- part ought to be objective to the writer, tions of life. Her skill in reducing and subjective to the dramatis persona; to the concrete, the scientific proposi- the introduction of the absolutely obtions of Smith, Malthus, and Mac- jective places the hero in the same cateculloch, showed that her ingenuity was gory with the author—that is, it makes as remarkable as her imagination; him external to the plot. This rule put there is a fundamental error in is incontrovertible; but the converse the attempt to combine creative art of it is very often adopted in the prac. with instruction. We hope that most tice of novelists. Sir Lytton Bulwer, of her readers entered too heartily into for instance, constantly dwells upon the interest of her tales to tolerate the reflections or feelings which are sublist of practical inferences, ó pulos jective to himself, and therefore exönmar's which she thought proper to

ternal to his fictitious characters. Sir append to each. Didactic poetry is Walter Scott and Miss Austin seldom no poetry except where it forgets to or never violate the rule. The most teach. The Georgics, of which the glaring examples of the absurdity of true subject is the praise of a country doctrinal fiction may be found in the life, would form a perfect poem if it theological volume of Tremaine, and were possible to remove from them the in Sterne's publication of his sermons agricultural precepts with which they under the character of his own Yorick. are encumbered. The laws of supply If, however, Miss Martineau had and demand are peculiarly capable of confined herself to the illustration of being expressed in general formulæ, admitted or demonstrable propositions, and proportionally liable to confusion none could have been offended, though when they are entangled with indivi. some might have been tired; but, un.



luckily, the questions on which she Miss Martineau should be intolerant, writes are in many cases still unde- but we blame her for being anti-nacided ; and it cannot be agreeable to tional: on this point we can listen to a disputant who has enough to do in no argument. If England were the maintaining his ground against argu- meanest of nations, it would be our ment, to find his opinions dramatically duty to abide by her, to borrow instipersonified in characters who are re- tutions, if necessary, from America or presented as combining every kind of from Japan, but not to speak of her meanness and folly with the primary with contempt or with alienation, crime of heretical illiberality. We Σπαρτην ελαχες, ται την κοσμεί. Nation, think Miss Martineau in most of her ality is too sacred a thing for sopbistry politico-economical views clearly right, or speculation. England is more to in a few utterly wrong ; but we can us than any theory of despotism or conceive ourselves to have differed pantisocracy, and we have no right to from her far more frequently, and are make our patriotism dependent on the by no means flattered by the moral improbable casualty that our governand intellectual character of the ficti- ment should embody ideal perfection, tious representatives whom she would When Miss Martineau gives a zest to in that case have assigned to us. her six volumes by sneers directed

After all, the faults of the Tales are against her country, and even hunts out trifling in comparison with their great stray instances of steam boat rudeness, and varied excellencies; and we be- for the purpose of showing that the lieve that the authoress would in a perpetrators were Englishmen, we short time have outlived the partial think that her opponents are excusable dislike which they occasioned against for some warmth of criticism, and her her literary character. Her next admirers for disapproval and regret. work of importance had far graver But of all her work on America, the faults and peculiarities, which made it most objectionable part was the inmore obnoxious to the higher classes considerate chapter on religion. She of English society. She went to advocates no particular sect or class America with an evident determination of opinions, but an unbounded indifto find good results, and to attribute ferentism to all-a many.coloured them to the institutions, which, by an heresy for the sake of heresy. In a priori process, she had already de- former times heresy was like treason,termined to be good. Now this was “ when it prospered, no one called in itself no more than the spirit of it" heresy ; but Miss Martineau has partisanship in which Mrs Trollope discovered that its spread in all direcidolized the paternal government of tions is a proof of the advance of Austria, or the honest enthusiasm with truth. We are satisfied that she is which Lord Londonderry admired the historically wrong: schism has often parades and jewels of the Czar. We proceeded from religious earnestness, might regret that Miss Martineau but multifarious refinements of beshould so far diminish the weight of lief never-the sophists of Socrates' her authority ; but we could not deny time were essentially heretics, but that her opinions, however hastily they cared too little about the truths adopted, were in themselves natural they undermined to become separaand plausible. But, unfortunately, there tists--the Lutherans, Calvinists, and runs through all her eulogies of Ame. Socinians of the 16th century were inricą, a meaning bitterness which shows deed heretics to each other, and to the that she delights in preferring it to church which they left; but their pri

; England. We will not enter on the mary object was never to establish vast question of the relative superiority speculative propositions, but to form of the two countries ; let her retain for themselves a saving rule of faith. her opinion ; it is not ours; and we The meaning of this loose phraseology might perhaps claim some toleration must be collected from the general for doubts as to the prospects of Ame- views of religion which accompany it. rica, which were felt by Niebuhr, The clergy of all denominations are which are admitted by De Tocqueville, attacked-hopes of a new reformation which are almost universal among are expressed, and every kind of fixed educated Englishmen, and which seem institution is considered as pernicious, on her own showing to spread in Ame- which impedes the separation of the rica itself, wherever knowledge and pure spiritual essence of Christianity refinement extend, We are sorry that from its outward forms and symbols.

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