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Thy thousand branches gleaming to the elements, and he is, therefore, never moon,
out of nature, but he sometimes for By shadowy hill, gray rock, and fairy gets that many characters appear in
the various drama of life, and many Thy gleesome elves disporting merrily
incidents occur there which are unfit In glimmering circles by the lonely deli,
for poetry. In the quest of truth he Or by the sacred fount, or haunted tree,
has sometimes descended to the comWhere bow'd the saint, as hoary legends tell
mon-place or the vulgar, and in this And Superstition's last, wild, thrilling vic poem there are instances of both faults. sions dwell!
In exculpation, we might bring his “ To Fancy's eye the ample scene is carly history, but we are at present spread,
speaking of his works, not of himself, The yellow moon-beam sleeps on hills and we shall judge of them by their of dew,
merits alone, without a reference to On many an everlasting pyramid
any thing out of them. Old Kina That bathes its gray head in celestial craigy is a man of a rough exterior, blue.
unused to the blandishments of speech, These o'er thy cradle stand the guardians and the refined delicacies of domestic true,
intercourse, but of a warm and geneTh' eternal bulwarks of the land and thee,
rous heart, and of an impetuous but And evermore thy lullaby renew To howling winds and storms that o'er thee forgiving temper. His wife, who is the
plague of his existence, is a loquacious flee : All hail, ye battlements of ancient liberty! shrew, who can judge of things only « There the dark raven builds his dreary her child in a connection fraught with
by their success, and who encourages home ; The eagle o'er his eyrie raves aloud;
danger ; yet, on its failure, does she, The brindled fox around thee loves to by unmerited taunts, add to the roam,
wretchedness of a being whose heart And ptarmigans, the inmates of the was already broken. May was simcloud ;
ply a mountain maiden, beautiful and And when the summer flings her dap- gay, and frolicksome, but of an enthupled shroud
siastic spirit, and capable of exertions O'er reddening moors, and wilds of soften’d which her acquaintances thought agrey,
bove her, just such a one as we have The youthful swain, unfashioned, unen
no doubt the poet had himself seen in dow'd, The brocket and the lamb may round thee is perhaps the best painting of the
his native glens. The palmer, who play: These thy first guests alone, thou fair, whole, was a man of high rank, who majestic Tay !"
had been deeply drenched in guilt,
and passed his life in penitence and This is equal to any thing of the prayers and alms. Our limits do not kind with which we are acquainted. Of permit us to make any extracts from the characters, he tells us,
the hunting in the first book, which “ But ween not thou that Nature's simple may fairly vie with any thing of the Bard
kind. When the hunters had retired Can e'er unblemished character define ; to the royal tent, for their amusement, True to his faithful monitor's award, he again strings the Border harp to its
He paints her glories only as they shine. sweetest and wildest notes, and we of men all pure, and maidens all di.
are always refreshed when he does so. vine,
A harper is introduced, who sings a Expect not thou his wild-wood lay to be ; But those whose virtues and defects com.
fairy song, superior in strange and vis bine,
sionary fancies to any thing of the Such as in erring man we daily see
kind Mr Hogg had hitherto written. The child of failings born, and scathed hu. We have already observed, that in the manity.”
regions of pure fancy, even in this age
of great poets, he has no rival, and Mr Hogg has never ght to exalt the themes in which he is most at human nature to a standard of ideal home, is fairy superstition. In proof perfection, but has either painted of this assertion, we shall extract part what he himself saw, or his imagina- of the harper's song; we regret that tions have been compositions of known there is not room for the whole.
" There was ane auld caryl wonit in yon The revels at the cottage of Kinhowe,
craigie, produced by the residence of Lemedon ! lemedon ! ayden lillelu! Mador there, are vigorously sketchHis face was the geire, and his hayre was ed; but, though they are natural Sing Ho! Ro! Gillan of Allanhu !
enough, and in some cases humor But och ! quhan the mure getis his cuerlei ous, there is about them an air of
coarseness which is not likely to be Quhan the gloamyng hes fauchtit the very popular in this age of refinement.
nychte and the day, &c. Quhan the crawis haif fowin to the grein
“ The dance and song prevailed till feli wode schaw,
The minstrel's forward ease advanced aAnd the kydde has blet ow the Lammer Law;
pace, Quhan the dewe hes layde the klaiver a
He kiss'd their lovely May before their
sight, steep, And the gowin hes fauldit hir buddis to
Who struggled, smiling from the rude emsleep;
brace, Quhan nochte is herde but the merlinis And call d him fiddler Mador to his face.” Och! than that gyre caryl is neuir his
May's song over the cradle of her lene!
son is exquisitely tender. “ Ane bonnye baby, se meike and “ Be still, my babe! be still !--the die mylde,
is cast ! Ay walkis wythe hym the dowie wylde : Beyond thy weal no joy remains for me! The gowlin getis of sturt and stryffe, Thy mother's spring was clouded and o'erAnd wearie wailis of mortyl lyffe,
past Wald all be hushit till endlesse pece
Erewhile the blossom opend on the At ane blynke of that babyis fece !
But I will nurse thee kindly on my knee, “ Hir browe se fayre, and her ee se
In spite of every taunt and jeering tongue ; meike,
O thy sweet eye will melt my wrongs to And the damyske roz that blumis on her
see ! cheike;
And thy kind little heart with grief be Hir lockis, and the bend of her bonnye
Thy father's far away, thy mother all too And hir smyle mochte waukin the deide to
young! see ! “ Hir snoode, befryngit with mony a
* If haggard poverty should overtake,
And threat our onward journey to foregeme, Was stouin fra the raynbowe's brychtest for thee I'll pull the berries of the brake,
lay, beme; And hir raile, mair quhyte than snawye
Wake half the night, and toil the livedryfte,
long day; Was neuir wovin anethe the lyfte ;
And when proud manhood o'er thy brow It keust sikn lychte on hill and gaire,
shall play, It shawit the wylde deer til hir laire ;
For me ihy bow in forest shall be strung. And the fayries wakinit fra their heddis of And of the song of shame I oft have sung,
The memory of my errors shall decay, dewe, And they sang ane hyme, and the hymę Of father far away, and mother all too was new!
young! List, lordyngs, list! for neuir agayne " But 0! when mellow'd lustre gilds Shalt' heire sikn wylde wanyirdlye strayne. For they sang the nychte-gale in ane And love's soft passion thrills thy youthswoone,
ful frame, And they sang the goud lockes fra the Let this memorial bear thy mind on high
Above the guilty and regretful flame, They sang the reidbreiste fra the wud, The mildew of the soul, the mark of And the laueroke out of the merlit clud;
shame! And sum wee feres of bludeless byrthe Think of the fruit before the bloom that Cam out of the wurmholes of the yirthe,
sprung! And swoofit se lychtlye round the lec, When in the twilight bower with beau. That they waldna kythe to mortyl ee ;
teous dame, But their erlisch sang it rase se shill, Let this unbreathed lay hang on thy That the waesum tod youlit on the hill ! tongueO lordyngs, list the cronach blande ! Thy father's far away, thy mother all tog The Rycherynge songe of Fayrie-land !" VOL. II.
The palmer's morning hymn is a Gertrude of Wyoming, it is entitled most successful imitation of the He- to rank high among the numerous brew poets, and breathes the very tales of this narrative age; and, if it spirit of devotion.
speak not to the passions in the soft
but irresistible whispers of nature, “ Lauded be Thy name for ever, Thou, of life the guard and giver !
and open, as if by a spell, the foun
tains of our tears, it lifts the mind to Thou canst guard thy creatures sleeping, Heal the heart long broke with weeping,
the loftiest conceptions of mountain Rule the ouphes and elves at will
scenery; and though, in a few inThat vex the air or haunt the hill,
stances, it offends a refined taste by And all the fury subject keep
vulgarity, the subject is always treatOf boiling cloud and chafed deep! ed in a poetical way,—the story is not I have seen, and well I know it!
without its interest,--and the remarks Thou hast done, and Thou wilt do it ! on the joys, and the sorrows, and the God of stillness and of motion !
dangers, of man, in unison with our Of the rainbow and the ocean !
best feelings. of the mountain, rock, and river !
One word more, and we have done, Blessed be Thy name for ever !
We are happy to learn that there is a “ I have seen thy wond'rous might
design of publishing a new edition of Through the shadows of this night!
the Queen's Wake by subscription, Thou, who slumber'st not nor sleepest !
for the behoof of the author. Fame Blest are they Thou kindly keepest !
is almost the only reward he has Spirits, from the ocean under,
hitherto obtained for the succession of Liquid flame, and levell’d thunder, delightful poems with which, for Need not waken nor alarm them
some years past, he has favoured the All combined they cannot harm them. public, and the only one which he God of evening's yellow ray ;
prizes ; for never was there a man God of yonder dawning day,
more careless of fortune, nor freer That rises from the distant sex
from selfishness. His wants are few; Like breathings of eternity ! Thine the flaming sphere of light!
yet we know he would rather submit Thine the darkness of the night !
to the privation of the little that is neThine are all the gems of even,
for their supply, than degrade God of angels ! God of heaven!
himself by flattering any man on God of life, that fade shall never !
earth, or sacrificing a single item of Glory to Thy name for ever!”
his independence even to the public;
and the plan does not originate with The wanderings and sufferings of himself, but a gentleman whose geMay, her discovery of Mador in the nius, high as it is, does not surpass his king, and her exaltation to the throne benevolence, who is well acquainted of Scotland, are narrated in an ani- with the regularity of his life, and the mated and interesting way. This virtues of his heart, and has ever been poem has been composed with con- the most zealous of his friends. In siderable care, and if not the best, is an age which is so distinguished for the most polished of his productions. conferring honours on the memory of The Spencerian stanza, the most dif- departed genius, we trust there will ficult of our measures, is here easy and not be wanting a promptitude in che. harmonious, and there is throughout rishing a man whose name will long the poem great richness and felicity of shed a lustre on the Scottish cottage, expression.
and whose modesty and worth are at There is nothing, perhaps, more sur- least equal to the high qualities of his prising in Mr Hogg's literary history, mind. The world has long been than the complete mastery he has ob- in possession of unequivocal proofs of tained over the English language, and the one, but the other is only known the beautiful colouring which, by to his friends, and those whoknow him means of it, he has been enabled to best, best know that the purity of his give to the exuberant stores of his manners, and the honest independence imagination. Upon the whole, if this of his mind, entitle him to the propoem does not rise to the dignity of tection of his country, no less than his the epic, nor even to the witchery of genius to its admiration. The subthe Lady of the Lake, nor the scription price is only one guinea. A rhastened beauty, and occasional su- small sum would raise him to independblimity, and heart-stirring pathos of ence, and we trust the public will not
lose the opportunity of enabling a man The Oulemas, in particular, cried out every way so worthy of their encoura against coffee, they declared that an agement, to spend his life in that free alehouse was better than a coffee dom from care so necessary for the The preachers endeavoured to cultivation of genius, and thus express scold down the favourite beverage. their gratitude for the delight which The muftis declared, that all sube he has so often afforded them. stances roasted to charcoal were pro
Y. hibited by the law, and brought for
ward solemn decisions to confirm their
opinions. ACCOUNT OF THE FIRST ESTABLISH In the reign of Murad III. the pros
MENT OF COFFEEHOUSES AT con- hibitions were renewed, but some aSTANTINOPLE, A. D. 1555.
mateurs obtained leave of the police (Translated from the Turkish Histo
officers to sell coffee in back shops
and courts out of the public view. ry of Betchevi.*)
From that time the use of coffee bea THERE was no coffee used, nor was came so general, that government was there even a single shop where it was tired of forbidding it. The preachers sold, either in Constantinople or any and muftis revised their doctrines, and other part of Romelia, before the year declared, that as the burning of coffee 962 of the Hegira. In that year two did not really convert it into charcoal, private persons, one of whom was a it might be drank without endangernative of Damascus, called Chems, ing salvation; and the sheiks, oulemas, and another from Aleppo, named Ha. vizirs, and nobles, began to take it kim, came to Constantinople, and without distinction. At length, the opened two shops in the quarter Takh- grand vizirs themselves built coffee tecala, where they sold that excellent rooms, and got a sequin or two for beverage. At first these coffeehouses their daily rent. were only resorted to by the indolent and idle, but they soon became popular among the wits and men of letters, who assembled in perhaps twenty or thirty different knots in (We believe it will gratify several of our each house. Parties were formed for
most intelligent readers to mention, that reading, others for chess or trictrac;
the following is the first of a series of some discussed new poems, and others
prose essays from the elegant pen
which has formerly enriched our poepursued scientific conversations. As
tical department with the verses entitled, the expence only amounted to a few
“ The Mossy Scat," " Melancholy," espres, + it was a cheap mode of en “ Disappointment, "'" Ode to the Spirit tertaining a friend, to carry him to a of Kosciusko," and other pieces of a si. coffeeroom. All persons out of em milar description; a continued series of ployment, and paying their court to which, also, we have no common pleaobtain it, kadis, moudaries, and all sure in being now enabled to promise, who had no great business, crowded -EDIT.] to these places, as affording the best
No. I. amusements; in short, the rooms ben On the Moral Constitution of Childe came so crowded, that it was difficult
Harold. to obtain a seat; and their reputation “Oh! what a noble mind is here o'erwas such, that many distinguished
HAMLET. persons, always excepting ministers, went to them without scruple. But It is an undeniable fact, that there the Imaums, the Muezzins, and the is no situation, among the varied graprofessed devotees, declaimed against dations of civilized society, that is not them, saying, the people ran to the productive of some peculiar pleasurescoffeehouse instead of the mosque. and disadvantages to its possessor,-
something, indeed, that favours the
moral axiom, that Nature is no stepa The real name of this historian is not dame, but equally kind and beneficent known. That of Betchevi is derived from to all her children. For, really, when his native town Betche (the five churches) we often see, what we have always in Hungary.
been accustomed to esteem the best † An aspre is worth about a halfpenny. gifts which heaven bequeaths to man,
DESULTORY ESSAYS CONNECTED WITII
productive of a restlessness and dissa- the line of distinction between them. tisfaction of spirit allied to melancho- The incidents by which the Childe is ly itself, and beholding all the contin- first introduced to us, and the causes gencies of life in their worst lights, of the morbid melancholy of his heart, we are forcibly reminded of the com- may be different. We trust, at least, parative happiness of unambitious that the causes are so; but, whatever mediocrity, and turn with delight to the excitements may have been, the the innocent and artless days, so state of mind induced is unquestionfaithfully delineated by Goldsmith, ably the same in both. Lord Byron when we thought cross purposes has too much respect for himself, to the highest stretch of human wit, and yield to an overweening inclination, if questions and commands the most its seductions led him to be suspected rational way of spending the even- of egotism; and he has therefore aing." Our immortal Burns, too, if he dopted the most delicate mode of comdid not suggest, at least concurred in, municating to the world his own feelthe remark, that there could be nó ings, and reflections, and sorrows; surer way of rendering one of our spe- and of displaying and awakening into cies miserable, than by endowing him exertion the powers and passions of a with extraordinary sensibility, with mind, so richly endowed, and so appetencies of mind, which it would proudly elevated, as to have little be difficult to supply, and with pas- sympathy for the pursuits and objects sions and powers beyond the run of that agitate tiie minds and occupy the common mortality. The opinion is attention of his less gifted brethren of not merely hazarded ; it is one that is mankind. confirmed by melancholy experience, We do not agree with his Lordship, and attested by examples in every age, that Childe Harold is a repulsive perand by the misfortunes and unhappi- sonage; we think him wholly the reness so frequently attendant on the verse, though we cannot well define possession of genius. We need scarce- the nameless something that induces Ty substantiate our statement by ad us to sympathize in all the loathings, verting to the latter days of Swift, and sicknesses, and melancholy of his and Collins, and Beattie,-to the gen- heart, and seduces us to admire the tle Otway, the melancholy Gray, or daring pride, and the dangerous prethe unfortunate Chatterton ; for, ex cepts of his cheerless and gloomy phicept in the almost supernatural in- losophy. Notwithstanding all our restance of Rousseau, it never was ex- searches in the labyrinth of mind, and hibited in such strong and vivid lines, all the ingenious theories that have as in the illustrious author of the been brought forward to explain its work now before us. There seem to wonders, there are some phenomena be melancholy ideas for ever floating which have hitherto appeared inconon his mind, and overshadowing, with gruous and inexplicable; and, as an a sad and sombre twilight, all his example, we may cite the uncontroprospects, and breathing, like the verted, yet apparently paradoxical, simoom," the most lone wind of the axiom of Rochefoucault, that “ there desert,” destruction over all his hap- is always something in the misfortunes piness, and desolation over all his of our dearest friends not displeasing hopes, and which have often driven to us.” It is not a barbarous triumph him from the settled "society of his over their unhappiness ; and it does fellow men,“ to breathe the difficult not arise from a want of sympathy for air of the iced mountain top," to hold their sufferings ; it is a far more noble converse with the fountains and with and generous emotion; it is allied to the forests, and keep up a proud com what Ossian has happily denominated munion with the mysteries and the “ the joy of grief.". We are confimajesty of nature.
dent, that if Childe Harold had been To our more unimaginative readers, represented to us in his feelings, and we are conscious that these refiections reflections, and conduct, as a gay, an will appear to savour of enthusiasm, innocent, and a happy being; and be reckoned as descriptive not of sinned against than sinning;" pleased the poet, but of his ideal personage; with all he beheld, and with all he not of Lord Byron, but of Childe Ha- beard ; at peace with himself and rold. It may be so; for we confess every thing around him, that neither that we were never able to discover his gaiety, innocence, nor happiness,