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VOL. 6] The Shepherd's Calendar. By James Hogg.

21 ta'en twa or three mae o' them. Base to become fordable, I hastened over to villains! that the hale country should Ettrick, and the day being fine, I found bae to suffer for their pranks! But, numbers of people astir on the same erhowever, the law's to tak’ its course on rand with myself,—the valley was movthem, an' they'll find, ere a' the play be ing with people, gathered in from the played, that he has need of a lang spoon glens around, to hear and relate the danthat sups wi' the deil.”

gers and difficulties that were just overThe next day John brought us word, past. Among others, the identical girl that it was only the servant maid that who served with the shepherd in whose the ill thief had ta'en away; and the house the scene of the meeting took next again, that it was actually Bryden place, had come down to Ettrick schoolof Glepkerry; but, finally, he was house to see her parents. Her name obliged to intorm us, “ That a' was ex- was Mary Beattie, a beautiful sprightly actly true, as it was first tauld, but only lass, about twenty years of age; and if that Jamie Bryden, after being a-want- the devil had taken her in preference to ing for some days, bad casten up again.” any one of the shepherds, his good taste

There has been nothing since that could scarcely have been disputed. time that has caused such a ferment in The first person I met was my friend, the country—nought else could be talk- the late Mr. James Anderson, who was ed of; and grievous was the blame at- as anxious to hear wbat had passed at tached to those who had the temerity to the meeting as I was, so we two contriraise up the devil to waste the land. If ved a scheme whereby we thought we the eff-cts produced by the Chaldee Man- would hear every thing from the girl's uscript bad vot been fresh in the minds own mouth. of the present generation, they could We sent word to the school-house bave no right conception of the rancour for Mary, to call at my father's house that prevailed against these few indi- on her return up the water, as there was viduals; but the two scenes greatly re- a parcel to go to Phawhope. She sembled each other, for in that case, as came accordingly, and when we saw well as the latter one, legal proceedings, her approacbing, we went into a little it is said were meditated, and attempt- sleeping apartment, where we could ed; but lucky it was for the shepherds hear every thing that passed, leaving that they agreed to no reference, for directions with my mother how to mansuch were the feelings of the country, age the affair. My mother herself was and the approbation in which the act in perfect horrors about the business, was held, that it is likely it would have and believed it all; as for my father, fared very ill with them;—at all events, he did not say much either the one way it would have required an arbiter of or the other, but bit his lip, and remarksome decision and uprightness to have ed, that“ fo'k would find it was an ill dared to oppose them. Two men were thing to hae to do wi' the enemy.sent to come to the house as by chance, My mother would have managed and endeavour to learn from the shep- extremely well, had her own early prejherd, and particularly from the servant- udices in favour of the doctrne of all maid, what grounds there were for in- kinds of apparitions not got the better ficting legal punishment; but before of her. She was very kind to the girl, that happened I had the good luck to and talked with her about the storm, hear her examined myself, and that in a and the events that had occur

urred, till way by which all suspicions were put she brought the subject of the meeting to rest, and simplicity and truth left to forward herself, on which the following war with superstition alone. I deemed dialogue commenced :it very curious at the time, and shall “But dear Mary, my woman, what give it verbatim, as nearly as I can rec- were the chiels a' met about that ollect.

night?" Being all impatience to learn particu- “O, they were just gaun through Lars, as soon as the waters abated, so as their papers an'arguing.'

ye

Arguing! what were they arguing Hout,' quo Jamie Fletcher, “it's just about?"

some bit stray bird that has lost itsel.' “ I have often thought about it sin' 'I dinna ken,' quo your Will, ' I dioda syne, but really I canna tell precisely like it unco weel.' what they were arguing about.”

“ Thiok ye, did nane o' the rest see Were

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wi' them a'the time?" any thing ?” “ Yes, a' the time, but the wee while “ I believe there was something I was milkin' the cow."

seen.” “ An' did they never bid ye gang

“What was't?” (in a half whisper out ?

with manifest alarm.) “Oo no; they never heedit whether “ When Will gaed out to try if he I gaed out or in."

could gang to the sheep, be met wi'a It's queer that ye canna mind ought great big rough dog, that had very near ava;---can ye no tell me ae word that worn him into a lin in the water." heard them say ?"

My mother was now deeply affect“I heard them sayin' something about ed, and after two or three smothered the fitness o' things."

exclamations, she fell a whispering; “ Aye, that was a braw subject for the other followed her example, and them! But, Mary, did ye no hear them shortly after they rose and went out, sayin nae ill words ?

leaving my friend and me very little wi“ No.

ser than we were, for we had heard both “Did ye no hear them speaking nae- these incidents before with little variathing about the deil ?”

tion. I accompanied Mary to Phaw· Very little.”

hope, and met with my brother, who “What were they saying about soon convinced me of the falsehood him ?"

and absurdity of the whole report ; but “I thought I aince heard Jamie I was grieved to find him so much cast Fletcher saying there was nae deil ava.” down and distressed about it. None

“ Ah! the unworthy rascal! How of them durst well shew their faces at durst he for the life o'bim! I wonder either kirk or market for a whole year, he didna think sbame.”

and more.

The weather continuing " I fear aye he's something regardless, fine, we two went together and peramJamie.”

bulated Eskdale moor, visiting the “ I hope nane that belangs to me principal scenes of carnage among the will ever join bim in sic wickedness! flocks, where we saw multitudes of men But tell me, Mary, my woman, did ye skinning and burying whole droves of no see nor hear paething uncanny about sheep, taking with them only the skins the house yoursel' that night?"

and tallow. “ There was something like a plover I shall now conclude this long accried twice i' the peat-neuk, in at the count of the storm, and its consequenside o' Will's bed."

ces, by an extract from a poet for whose “ A plover! His presence be about works I always feel disposed to have a us! There was never a plover at this great partiality; and who ever reads time o' the

year, And in the house the above will not doubt on what inci100! Ah, Mary, I'm feared and con- dent the description is founded, nor cerned about that night's wark! What yet deem it greatly overcharged. thought ye, it was that cried ?” “ I didna ken what it was, it cried

“Who was it reared these whelming waves ? just like a plover,"

Who scalp'd the brows of old Cair Gorm ; “ Did the callans look as they war And scoop'd these ever-yawning caves ? fear'd when they heard it ?"

'Twas I, the Spirit of the Storm !" They lookit gay an' queer.” Ile waved his sceptre north away, What did they say ?

The artic ring was rift asunder; * Ane cried, • What is that?' an' And through the heaven the startling bray another said, “What can it mean.' Burst louder than the loudest thunder.

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Beautiful Extracts from Cornwall's Dramatic Scenes,"

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The feathery clouds, condensed and furled, Ere morn the wind grew deadly still,

In columos swept the quaking glen ; And dawning in the air updrew
Destruction.down the dale was hurled, From many a shelve and shioing hill,

O'er bleating flocks and wondering men. Her folding robe of fairy blue.
The Grampians groan'd beneath the storm!

Then what a smooth and wonderous scene New mountains o'er the correi leau'd;

Hung o'er Loch Avin's lovely breast ! Ben Nevis shook his shaggy form,

Not top of tallest pine was seen, And wonder'd what his Sovereign mean'd.

On which the dazzled eye could rest ; Even far on Yarrow's fairy dale,

But mitred cliff, and crested fell,

In lucid curls her brows adoro!.
The shepherd paused in dumb dismay;

Aloft the radiant crescents swell,
And cries of spirits in the gale
Lured many a pitying hind away.

All pure as robes by angels worn.

Sound sleeps our seer, far from the day, The Lowthers felt the tyrant's wratb;

Beneath yon sleek and writhed cone; Proud Hartfell quaked beneath his brand ; His spirit steals, unmiss’d, away, And Chesiot heard the cries of death,

And dreams across the desart lone. Guarding his loved Northumberland.

Sound sleeps our seer !---the tempests rave, But 0, as fell that fateful night,

And cold sheets o'er his bosom fling; What horrors Avin wilds deform,

The mold warp digs bis mossy grave ; And choak the ghastly lingering light!

His requiem Avin eagles sing. There whirled the vortes of the storm.

JAMES Hogg. Eltrive, April 14th, 1819.

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DRAMATIC SCENES AND OTHER POEMS.

BY BARRY CORNWALL.* VHE “ Broken Heart" is founded Sylv. Who is't?

Jeron. Must I then speak, and tell my name to upoo a tale of Boccaccio, and exhibits great powers in the pathetic. Sylvestra, fair Sylvestra! know me now: Jeronymo, returning from Paris to Not now ? and is my very voice so changed Italy, finds that his mistress, Sylvestra, By wretchedness, that you—-you know me not?

Alas! has been married, through the arts of

Sylv. Begone. I'll wake my husband, if his mother, to another-and gaining ad- You tread a step: begone. mittance joto her chamber, dies there Jeron. Jeronymo ! of a brokec heart. The situation is a Sylv Ha! speak.

Jeron. Jeronymo. fine but a dangerous one—and Mr.

Sylv, Oh ! Cornwall has succeeded in it to a Jeron. Hide your eyes : miracle.

Aye, hide them, married woman ! lest you see

The wreck of him that loved you. Jeron. So: all is hash'd at last. Hist! There she

Sylv. Not me. lies, Who should bave been my own : Sylvestra !-No; Loved you like life ; like heaven and happiness. She sleeps; and from her parted lips there comes

Lov'd you and kept your name against his heart, A fragrance, such as April morning draws

(Il boding amulet) till death, From the awakening flowers. There lies her arm,

Sylv. Alas! Streteh'd out like marble on the quilted lid,

Jeron. And now I come to bring your wandering And motionless. What if she lives not ?-oh!

thoughts How beautiful she is ! How far beyond

Back to their innocent home. Thus, as 'tis said, Those bright creations, wbich the fabling Greeks

Do spirits quit their leaden urns, to tempt Plaeed on their white Olympus. That great queen Wretches from sin. Some have been seen o’nights Before whose eye Jove's starry armies shrank

To stand, and point their rattling fingers at To darkness, and the wide and billowy seas

The red moon as it rose ; (perhaps to turn Grew tranquil, was a spotted leper to her ;

Man's thoughts on high.) Some their lean arms And never in such pure divinity

have stretch'd Could sway the wanton blood, as she did-Hark!

'Tween murderers and their victims : Some have She murmurs like a cradled chid. How soft 'tis,

laugh'd Sylvestra!

Ghastly, upon-the bed of wantonness, Sylo. Ha! who's there?

And touch'd the limbs with death, Jeron, 'The

Sylv. You will not harm me? * Ses Ath. vol. 5. p. 474.

Jeron. Yes

Jeron. Why should I not ?-No, no, poor girl! In that short compass; but my days have been I come not

Not happy. Death was busy with our house To mar your delicate limbs with outrage, I

Early, and nipped the comforts of my home, Have lor'd too well for that. Had

you

but lov'd And sickness paled my cheek, and fancies (like Sylv. I did! I did !

Bright but delusive stars) came wandering by me. Jeron. Away-My brain is well :

There's one you know of: that-no matter-that (Though late 'twas hot.) You lov'd ! away, away, Drew me from out my way, (a perilous guide,) This to a dying man ?

And left me sinking. I had gay hopes too, Sylv. Oh! you will live

What needs the mention,-they are vanished. Long, aye, and happily: will wed perhaps

Sylv. IJeron. Nay, prythee cease. Sylvestra! you and I I thought,-speak softiy for my husband sleeps, Were children here some few short springs ago, I thought, when you did stay abroad so long, And lov'd like children : I the elder ; you

And never sent nor asked of me or mine, The loveliest girl that ever tied her bair

You'd quite forgotten Italy. Across a sunny brow of Italy.

Jeron. Speak again. I still remember how your delicate foot

Was 't so indeed ? Tripp'd on the lawn, at vintage time, and how, Sylv. Indeed, indeed. When others ask'd you, you would only give

Jeron. Then be it. Your hand to me.

Yet, what had I done Fortune that she could Sylv Alas! Jeronymo.

Abandon me so entirely. Never mind't; Jeron. Aye, that's the name : you had forgot. Have a good heart, Sylvestra : they who bate Sylv. Oh! no.

Can kill us, but no more, that's comfort. Oh! Can I forget the many hours we've spent,

The journey is but short, and we can reckon When care had scarce began to trouble us?

On slumbering sweetly with the freshest earth How we were wont, on Autumn nights, to stray, Sprinkied about us. There no storms can shake Counting the clouds that pass'd across the moon- Our secure tenement; nor need we fear, Jeron Go on

Though cruelty be busy with our fortunes, Sylv. And figuring many a shape grotesque ;

Or scandal with our names. Camels and caravans, and mighty beasts,

Sylv. Alas, alas ! Hot prancing steeds, and warriors plum'd and Jeron. Sweet! in the land to come we'll feed on helma

flowers. All in the blue sky floating

Droop not, my beautiful child. Oh! we will love Jeron. What is this?

Then without fear ; no molbers there; no gold, Sylv. I thought you lik'd to hear of it.

Nor hate, nor paltry perfidy, pope, none. Jeron. I do.

We have been doubly cheated. Who'll believe Sylv, Then wherefore look so sadly?

A mother could do this ? but let it pass. Jeron. Fair Sylvestra !

Anger suits not the grave. Oh! my own love, Can I do aught to comfort you?

Too late I see thy gentle constancy. Sylv, Away,

I wrote, and wrote, but never heard ; at last, You do forget yourself.

Quitting that place of pleasure, home I came
Jeron. Not so. Can I

And found-you-married : Then-
Do aught to serve you ? Speak! my time is short, Sylv. Alas!
For death has touch'd me

Jeron. Then I
Sylv. Now you're jesting.

Grew moody, and at times I fear my brain Jeron. Girl!

Was fever'd: but I could not die, Sylvestra ! Now, I am-dying. Oh ! I feel my blood

And bid you no farewell. Ebb slowly ; and before the morning sun

Sylv. Jeronymo ! Visits your chanıber throngb those trailing vines, Break not my heart thus : They-they did deceive I shall lie here, (here in your chamber,) dead. Dead, dead, dead, dead : Nay, shrink not.

They told me that the girls of France were fair, Sylv. Prythee go.

And you had scorn'd your poor and childish love ; You fright me.

Threaten'd and vow'd, cajold, and then-I married. Jeron. Yet I'd not do so, Sylvestra :

Jeron. Oh ! I will but tell you, you have used me harshly,

Sylv. What's the matter? (That is not much,) and-die : nay, fear me not. Jeron. Soft! The night wind sounds I would not chill, with this decaying touch,

A funeral dirge for me,sweet! Let me lie That bosom where the blue veins wander 'round, Upon thy breast ; I will not chill't, my love, Asifenamoured and loth to leave their homes It is a shrine where Innocence might die : of beauty : nor should this thy white cheek fade Nay, let me lie there once ; for once, Sylvestra ! From fear at me, a poor heart-broken wretch : Oh! Look at me. Why, the winds sing through my Sylv. Pity me! bones,

Jeron. So I do.
And children jeer me, and the boughs that wave Sylv, Then talk not thus ;
And whisper loosely in the summer air,

Though but a jest, it makes me tremble.
Shake their green leaves in mockery: as to say

Jeron, Jest? " These are the longer livers."

Look in my eye, and mark how true the tale Sylv. How is this?

I've told you : On its glassy surface lies Jeron. I've numbered eighteen summers. Much Death, my Sylvestra. It is Nature's last

And beautiful effort to bequeath a fire

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American Trade with China, To that bright ball on which the spirit sate

Our readers will see from these Through life ; and look'd out, in its various moods, of gentleness and joy, and love and hope,

scenes now quoted, that Mr. Cornwall And gain'd this frail flesh credit in the world. is a writer of no ordinary genius. His It is the channel of the soul: Its glance

volume is one of great performance, Draws and reveals that subtle power, that doth and pf greater prornise.

None but a Redeem us from our gross mortality. Sylv. Why, now you're cheerful.

mind both of exquisite tact and origiJeron. Yes ; 'tis thus I'd die.

nal power, could, in our belief, have Sylv. No, I must smile.

created so many fine things in the very Jeron. Do so, and I'll smile too.

spirit of the old drama and of nature. I do; albeit-ah! now my parting words Lie heavy on my tongue ; my lips obey not,

He does not servilely follow the elder And-speech-comes difficult from me. While I can, dramatists, but he walks with humble Farewell. Sylvestra ; where's your hand ? diguity by their side. He is a worthy

Sylv. Ah! cold.
Jeron. 'Tis so ; but scorn it not, my own poor girl: ters, and the shade of Massinger him-

and hopeful disciple of illustrious masThey've used us bardly: Bless'em though. Thou wilt Forgive them? One's a motber, and may feel,

self might with pleasure hail his appearWhen that she knows me dead. Some air--more air: ance in the world of imagination. Where are you ?--I am blind-my hands are numb'd ; This is a wintry night. So,-cover me. [Dies.

TRADE OF THE UNITED STATES WITH CHINA.

From the New Monthly Magazine, July 1819. MR. EDITOR, O Fall the phenomena which occur of our rivals in a point of such great

in the history of commerce, from importance. We all know the enterits earliest period to the present time, prising spirit of the merchants of the the most extraordinary, perhaps, is the United States, the boldness and intreintercourse between Europe and the pidity of their seamen, the astovishing East, chiefly through the medium of and rapid increase of their maritime the English East India Company. This power, and the peculiar local advantaintercourse, as far as we are conceroed, ges of that great continent. The Amay be divided into two grand branch- merican government beholds with pleaes, the first with our own empire in sure the increasing commerce of its Hindoostan, the second with the great citizens with China, which promises to Chinese empire, and the latter chiefly become more and more important to the for the sake of obtaining a single article, republic, and has undoubtedly been the use of which bas become so babitu- much encouraged and promoted by pual to all ranks of society, that it has long merous articles in American newspaceased to be a luxury, and may be now pers, and other periodical publications, fairly classed among the chief necessa- mioutely pointing out its great advantaries of life. The immense importance ges. of both these branches of our Asiatic It would not be easy to find another commerce is universally acknowledged; instance of an intercourse with so reand therefore, you may, probably, not mote a country, which so amply rewards be indisposed to admit into your valua- the activity of the merchant and the seable miscellany some observations on the man, as this trade with China, and danger with which one of them, the the Americans possess such great advantrade with China, appears to be threat- tages above the English, that well-inened. I am induced to communicate formed persons do not hesitate to prog. them to you, because they are chiefly nosticate, that the latter will not be able, collected from conversations with intel- in the long run, to maintain the compeligent Americans, and tho’ they may be tition with the former, but will be, in thought in some respects exaggerated, in the end,obliged intirely to abandon to sbew us at least the sentiments and views them the trade of the Chinese seas. If

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