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the dreșs. In the front marched the being now placed between each two drummer ; on each side of him a ladies, all attired in court dresses. standard bearer (inen) carrying, one The King and his retinue are generala silk flag of light blue, and the other ly the handsomest young Negroes in a white, famously decorated. Round the town. The King himselt is althese ivere collected all the idlers, or ways a free black. Immediately at mobility, some playing on one thing, dusk, a thousand candles are lighted some another, all keeping good time. up, and the procession moves by Close following came the Queen, (each candle light. About seven each party party has a King and Queen,) sup- takes their station before the princiported on each side by a maid of ho- pal house of their colour. The Blues nour, glittering in finery; after her last year encamped before our door, followed the principal ladies, two and and the King made the piazza the hall two, arm and arm, betwist them, a of audience. The Reds were almost gain, marched the rest, in regular suc- opposite at another house, In our cession, two and two, according to their piazza a table was set forth covered, size, the smallest bringing up the rear. On it stood a cake six stories high, The drums beat and the ladies sing round, each story smaller as it drew The glittering colours wave in the towards the top, powdered over with sun-beams, and the multitude rejoice. sugar, and on each side of it stood The Reds follow the same order, half a dozen of Madeira, glasses, &c. only red is their predominant co &c. At this table sat their Majesties lour.
attended, and the piazza was perfectly You will naturally ask where do full of people of all descriptions. Mr slaves get all this? I'll tell you: the and Mis
and some company Mulattos take a principal part in the which we had that day at dinner, fray. The elderly brown women in came all down to pay their respects. Falmouth, many of whom are well to They drank a glass of wine with the do, head the different parties in pri- sovereigns, and marched up stairs avate, regulate the ceremonies, and gain. The rest at this time had formpurchase the dresses out of their own ed a circle at the door, and there they purse, while the young brown girls dance, surrounded by the candle holdinake them; and to such a height is ers and an immense mob. At ten the the spirit of emulation carried, that procession moves off in order ; the the brown woman who headed the King and Queen are escorted to their Reds last year, said publicly, that, abode; he bows, and she curtsies to
before the Blues should gain the their subjects; the subjects bow in day, she would sell a Negro, and return. Three loud cheers are given ; spend every farthing of the money," the drums beat, and the colours wave. In this order, then, and with the Their majesties retire. The candles greatest glee imaginable, do the two are put out, and I conclude my letparties parade up and down, from one ter. corner of the town to the other, all day. The first day of the year is the last and grand exhibition, and it is then that the great trial of strength
JAMES HOGG. takes place, and the King makes his appearance. In the forenoon it is
Continued from page 129.) not known who will gain the day, for many additions take place on both
Pilgrims of the Sun,” and “ Mador sides. About five in the evening both
of the Moor.” parties make their appearance com The poem, of which the name plete. The music comes first; then stands first in the title of this article, comes the King, superbly dressed in bears evident marks of haste, and is, blue or red, covered with gold or sil we think, the least perfect of the latVer lace, a sword at his side, and a ter productions of the ingenious aucocked hat. On his right walks her thor. None of the ballads of the Majesty ; on his left the chief maid 'Queen's Wake was more uniformlv of honour. Immediately behind coines commended by reviewers, or more his Majesty's chief officer, with other frequently quoted with applause by the two principal dames on each arm; public, than Kilmeny; and there is no and so on in succession, a gentleman doubt that by this happy effort of ge
ON THE LIFE
AND WRITINGS OF
nius, he fairly won all the fame which nature of the work in which he was it brought him. She is the being of a engaged, and to have produced a long purer region than this, and all her and elaborate poem, where every thing dreams are celestial visitations, the is described with a minuteness, foreign more delightful from the shadowy to the subject, and which banishes the mystery in which they are involved; whole illusion. Its pretensions are yet is she so evidently of our kindred, besides so high, that it enters the lists as to awaken our tenderest sympathies at once with Pope, and Milton, and in all that concerns her. There is no the old rhymers. It consists of four thing more tempting to an author, books, the first and fourth in the balthan to return to themes from which lad measure, in which, we may rehe has obtained celebrity, and certain mark by the way, that by far the best ly there is nothing more dangerous. of Mr Hogg's poems have been writWithin the last twenty years we have ten,) the second in blank verse, and seen some of the most eminent men of the third in the heroic couplet. The the age miscarry from no other cause blank verse wants the variety and the than too frequent a recurrence to the full swell of harmony, of which, asame forms of characters and manners. bove all the English metres, it is susHomer himself would have failed in ceptible; and even his own Border a second poem on the subject of the harp seems in this unfortunate inIliad, and if so, who may hope to suc stance to have become rusty, and to ceed in similar circumstances ? It have lost much of its sweetness and frequently happens, that as the ex- melody. The couplet is well pointed, pectations of the public rise with and contains some delicate satire, but the reputation of an author, till they here unhappily out of place. become so extravagant that it is im Mary Lee is thus introduced, but possible to satisfy them, so does he how unlike the opening of Kilmeny! presume on his popularity, and slack
" She look'd with joy on a young man's en in his exertions, till he is awakened
face, from his slumber by the unceremoni- The downy chin and the burning eye, ous voice of censure, the more grating Without desire, without a blush to his ears, from the music of applause She lov'd them, but she knew not why." which lately sounded in them. Works produced in this sleep of the soul, are
This is excessively like burlesque, rather the grotesque images of the but we believe the author was never night-mare of a distempered fancy,
more in earnest, and never fan
The than the fair visions of a sane ima- cied himself more successful. gination ; and though they may ac
truth is, that poets, though quick quire an ephemeral notice from the sighted as lynxes to the errors of distinction of the family to which they others, are a bat-eyed generation to belong, they soon drop quietly
into the ceed with the description of this ex
rise reason to suspect, that Mr Hogg's re
traordinary damsel. putation would not have been so high " She learned to read when she was young as it is, if the Pilgrims of the Sun had The books of deep divinity, been his first work, and would not And she thought by night and she read by suffer any great diminution if all day, were deducted from it which this of the life that is and the life to be." production ever gained him.
One evening, when this pious girl Mary Lee, the heroine of the poem, was at her prayers, and the reader is not a twin sister of Kilmeny, but must remark, that it was a season Kilmeny herself, in the very same when the fairies had power, circumstances, yet treated in a far less interesting way. They are both dream
“ There came a wight to Mary's knee, ers, and both are borne to a celestial With face like angel's, mild and sweet.” land; but the dreams of the one are But whether he was man, or fairy, or an unpretending sketch of visionary angel, or mongrel, we cannot tell, for, glory, in which more is left to the in the course of the poem, he is repreimagination of the reader than is ex- sented as all of them at different pressed by the poet,-in those of times; but, whatever he was, he was the other, after a few of the first stan- commissioned (by whom we are not was, he seems to have forgotten the told) to free the mind of this Border
maiden from certain infidel doubts earth to heaven, there is here a mithat were resting upon it. The first nuteness and a familiarity that draws book contains the aerial journey of it down from heaven to earth. But, Mary Lee and her guide, Čela, to the in the “ thoughts that wander through gun ; but, though this part of the eternity and infinity,” what prudent poem evinces much of an imagi- man would dare to contend with Milnation that can seize and embody the ton? But even here there is much fairest shows of the heavens and the beautiful poetry: earth, the poet seems, in its composi- “ They rested in the bowers where roses tiou, to have looked neither before
hung, nor behind; and we are tempted to And flow'rets holding everlasting sweetness. suspect that the correction of the And they would light upon celestial hills proof-sheet had been left to the print. Of beauteous softened green, and converse er's devil, for it abounds in the most hold grotesque contradictions; for instance, With beings like themselves in form and the moon is, at the same time, a cres
Then, rising lightly from the velvet breast
Of the green mountain, down upon the " She kythed like maiden's gowden kemb." vales And the waning moon,
They swooped amain by lawns and streams "She saw the wraith of the waning moon, Then over mighty hills an arch they threw
of life; Trembling and pale it seemed to lie; It was not round like golden shield,
Formed like the rainbow.” Nor like her moulded orb on high.'
In the third book she is conducted And the full moon,
to the land of lovers, and of poets,
and of warriors, and of lawyers, and * And up arose the queen of night, in each of these there is some sly and In all her solemn majesty."
cutting satire. The pilgrims travel onward through
“ They saw the land where bards devisions of glory, often fitly sung, till lighted stray, they arrive at the sun, where the poet And beauteous maids that love the melting has thought proper to place the hea.
lay; ven of heavens.
One mighty hill they clomb with earnest In the second book, he flings away pain, the harp of the mountains, and with a For ever clomb, but higher did not gain ; daring hand seizes that of Jerusalem, Their gladsome smiles were mixed with
frowns severe ; “ Harp of Jerusalem! How shall my hand for all were bent to sing and none to hear." Awake thy Hallelujahs ? ”
After their long pilgrimage, they Here he seems designedly to have arrive at Etterick, and in a churchentered into a competition with Mil- yard see, in a new-opened grave, ton, and no doubt with a confidence
“ An aged monk, uncouth to see, of victory, but he has not only sunk Who held a sheeted corpse upon his knee, beneath the giant's grasp, as was to be And busy, busy, with the form was he !" expected, but has even shewn less skill and address than usual. In the herself, who, during her swoon, or
This was the body of Mary Lee choice of a subject, it is of great con- whatever else it was, had been sup Sequence for an author to examine well not only the strength, but even raised by an avaricious monk for cer
posed dead, and was buried, and now the peculiar character of his mind. tain precious jewels, which had been, We know that Milton is no great favourite with the author, and are incline with her in the grave. At this very
as he thought, thriftlessly deposited ed to suspect that his themes are not very congenial to the natural currents of moment the spiçit enters its own tea his own imaginations; and that, had nement, and drives away the intruder. he studied them, he would rather have whole family out of their wits,—is re
She returns to Carelha', -terrifies the followed the moonlight void of the
-tells her strange story, fairies, than entered
is courted by many Border chiets,* Into the heaven of heavens, an earthly but rejects them all. At length, a guest.”
Hugo of Noroway arrives,-pays his Instead of the sublimity of Milton addresses to her, and is readily acceptthat irresistibly lifts the mind from ed. They live to a good old age, the
admiration of the whole neighbour- Just in the middle of its swift career, hood, as well they might, for this Hu- Th’Almighty snapt the golden cord in go of Noroway is none other than her twain celestial guide Cela, and, to crown the That hung it to the heaven-Creation sob,
bed! whole, the poet modestly insinuates that he is descended from this extra
And a spontaneous shriek rang on the hills ordinary pair.
Of these celestial regions. Down amain
Into the void the outcast world descended, Such is an abstract of this tale, Wheeling and thundering on! Its troubled in which it is difficult to determine whether we should most
Were churned into a spray, and, whizzing, the extravagance of its original con flurred ception, or commend the genius dis- Around it like a dew.-The mountain played in some of its passages. It tops, was written in the very wantonness of And ponderous rocks, were off impetuous his fame, engendered by the success
flung, of the Queen's Wake ; and really we
And clattered down the steeps of night for would advise him, as friends, to be more careful of his reputation in fu- Rushed the abandoned world; and thro'
“ Away into the sunless starless void ture, for it did him no good ; and many of those who had looked askance And rifted channels, airs of chaos sung. on the elevation of a shepherd, to the The realms of night were troubled — foz first ranks of the living poets, were the stillness forward enough to rejoice in what they which there from all eternity had reigned were pleased to denoininate a total Was rudely discomposed ; and moaning failure. It was written in a few weeks; sounds, and, from the facility which he had Mixed with a whistling howl, were heard
afar then acquired of embodying his ideas in verse, we know that much of it By darkling spirits !-Still with stayless might have been written.“ currente for years and ages, down the wastes of
force, calamo ;" and, from the inconsisten
night cies in which it abounds, it does not Rolled the impetuous mass ! -of all itş appear to have undergone any revision. The celestial pilgrimage has no And superfices disencumbered connection whatever with the Nur- It boomed along, till by the gathering sery Tale, which is its ground-work; speed, and the fabric raised on this founda- Its furnaced mines and hills of walked sultion is just as if an artist should sus phur pend a Gothic temple on a baby-house. Were blown into a flame-When meteorThe description of the destruction of
like, a planet, and its reproduction as a
Bursting away upon an arching track, comet, is no unfavourable specimen of The dusky regions. —Long the heavenly
Wide as the universe, again it scaled its bappier efforts. It is worthy of its
hosts author; and it is indeed impossible, Had deemed the globe extinct—nor thought that, in the course of a long work, ge of it, nius like his should not often break Save as an instance of Almighty power:. forth from the mists in which inat- Judge of their wonder and astonishment, tention, or a slight remaining taint When far as heaveuly eyes can see, they of bad taste, may have sometimes involved it.
In yon blue void, that hideous world ap“ But the time
Showering thin flame, and shining vapour That God ordained for its existence run.
forth Its uses in that beautiful creation,
O'er half the breadth of heaven! - The an. Where nought subsists in vain, remained, gels paused! no more!
And all the nations trembled at the view." The saints and angels knew of it, and
At the interval of about an year, Mr In radiant files, with awful reverence,
Hogs published Mador of the Moor, Unto the verge of heaven where we now stand,
a warrative poem, in the Spenserian To see the downfal of a sentenced world. stanza. It is dedicated to Mr John Think of the impetus that urges on
Grieve, the chosen friend of the poet, These ponderous spheres, and judge of the and never was there compliment warm
er from the heart, nor better deserve
ed. It is the simple language of ge The groves of visionary worlds to hail, nuine feeling, and is equally honour- In moonlight dells thy fairy rites to keep, able to both friends.
Or thro' the wilderness on booming pinion
sweep." “ If I knew man on earth that loved me and it is perhaps to be regretted that
more, Or more approved my wayward minstrel- he had ever abandoned these themes
for others less congenial to him. sy, Beshrew my pen, so prone to rhyming
The story of the poem may be told lore,
in one sentence. The King of Scota If it should dedicate this Book to thee: land is in the Highlands on a hunt. But when I think of all thy truth to me, ing party, and, in a frolic, leaves his And love, though sorely tried, that ne'er courtiers, and goes to the cottage of gave way,
Kincraigy, a Highland farmer, in the At once all thoughts of loftier patron flee. disguise of a strolling musician. The Slight is the gift; for, need I blush to say, old man and his family are described, That never song of mine had seen the day, But for thy friendship and unchanged re
particularly his daughter May, with gard ?
whom the king falls in love. They To thee I owe them- How shall I repay
are privately married, and in due time My more than brother !-all thy poor re
a lovely boy is the consequence of this ward
union. Albert of Glen, who had Is this, thy favourite lay, of thy too fa- been a suitor of this beautiful maiden, vour'd bard.”
is so enraged at the preference shewn
to the wandering minstrel, that he This poem was undertaken at the drives Kineraigy out of his farm. In suggestion of a lady, a most ingeni- this extremity, the unhappy May ous woman, one of the earliest and quits her father's house in quest of the most faithful friends of the author. her husband. In her solitary waną It speaks volumes in his favour, that derings she meets a palmer, who conhis earliest associates have, amid all ducts her on her way. After many the varieties of his fortunes, been his hardships, she arrives at Stirling, and most attached friends; and that he makes many fruitless attempts to gain never gained a friend by his genius admission at Court, where she believe whom he lost by one act inconsistented her husband was. One evening with the purest and the most exalted she is observed by the Abbot of Dunprinciples of friendship. On this sub- fermline, who enters into conversaject; the writer speaks from his own tion with her, and draws from her experience, and he speaks with con- her story. He asks her if she had refidence.
ceived any pledge from her husband; At first, nothing more was meant nothing, she says, but an old silver than a short poem, descriptive of ring, which he at once recognizes to Highland scenery and manners, and have belonged to the king. Heprepares in this view one book was written; him for her reception, and she is ina but he began to think that it might troduced, acknowledged, and they are be rendered more interesting if these remarried, and of course pass years of descriptions were blended with a sto “ glory and felicity." ry: But, according to the plan adopt The poem opens with a description ed from the beginning of these es of the scenery of the romantic Tay, says, we shall proceed in our exami- which is in the author's happiest mana nation of the poem itself. There is ner, and here he may enter the lists more of life and manners in it than with the most distinguished poets of in any other of his poems; but we do the age, some of whom have obtained not think him nearly so successful in so much glory by their picture of ine the pourtraying of these as in the fairy dividual scenes. His genius was foscreations of his own fancy. He has tered among the mountains, and in well described his own poetical pro some degree created by them, and pensities and powers in this address to whenever he approaches them, it is his Muse.
kindled into more than usual enthu.
siasm. * Thou lovest amid the burning stars to sail,
"O that some spirit at the midnight noon Or sing with sea maids down the coral Aloft would bear me, middle space, to