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their Revival to the Conclusion of the haps would not exchange it for a histo-
Eighteenth Century. According to the ry of ihe science, in the strict sense of
plan, the whole work is to be divided the word, if it were not animated by
into eleven sections. The first con. the genius of Kasiner. It is unneces-
tains, General History of Science and sary to observe, that in the continuation
Literature, by way of introduction to of this work, a better plan will be a-
the succeeding sections, and was pub. dopted. Section VIII. History of the
lished by M. Eichhorn in two volumes. Natural Sciences. Of these have ap-
The latter part of the second volume peared, the History of Chemistry, by
has not yet appeared. Section II. His the late M, Gmelin, complete in three
tory of the Fine Arts. Of this section volumes; tlie History of Natural Philo-
the public has been presented with the sophy, by professor Fischer, in five
history of the arts of design by Profes parts ; of which the bfih goes down to
sor Fiorillo, in three parts, containing the last quarter of the eighteenth centu-
the history of painting in Italy and in ry, to Priestly; so that it is nearly con-
France. Section Ill. History of the cluded. Section IX. Jurisprudence.
Belles Lettres, of Poetry, and of Elo This part has been delayed by the
quence. Professor Bouterwick has writo death of the person who was engaged
ien the history of the Belies Lettres to upon it. Section X. Theology. The
the present time in three parts. The first part of the History of Practical
two first contain the history of Italian Theology, bv Dr Ammon, las appea-
Literature, and the third that of Spa- red. The History of the Explanation
nish Literature, with a supplement on of the Holy Scriptures by Dr Neyer,
the Literature of Portugal. Section in three parts, is almost finished. Section
IV. History of Philology. Two parts of XI. History of Medicine. This has
the history of classical literature, by been purposely reserved for the last,
M. Hieren, are all that have yet ap on account of the new discoveries. By
peared, it will be continued. Section the above sketch it appears that out of
V. History of Historical Sciences. This the eleven sections, eight are already
section has been retarded by the death completed, or are drawing more or less
of Professor Schoneiriann, who had un towards a conclusion, and that two
dertaken it, and by various accidents others have been retarded only by the
which have befallen those to whom death of the respective writers. Of the
this department was committed after his sections which are still in hand, the
death. Section VI. History of Philoso. public has still to expect, in the sea
phy. This part, the production of M. cond, the History of Sculpture and Ar-
Buhle, is in six volumes, the last of chitecture ; in the third, the History of
which goes down as far as Kant. Not the Belles Lettres of the other coun-
wit!ıstanding the departure of the au tries; in the fourih, the History of Ar-
thor for Nijscow, the work will be chælogy; in the eighth, the History of
completed. Section VII. History of Natural History, with that of Rural
Mathematical Sciences. The public has Economy, and Technology; and in the
already the History of Military Science, tenth, the History of Dogmatic and
by M. Hoyer, finished in two parts ; Moral Theology. When the immense
and the History of Mathematics, by extent of the undertaking is considered,
Kasiner. The latter had composed four it will not excite wonder that it is rue
parts of his history, which comes down yet completed, but rather that so much
to the latter half of the seventeenth has already been performed in ihe com-
century, when the hand of death over paratively short space of eight years.
took him. In case the author had been The most important parts that are still
able to continue it, he would undoubt- wanting, namely, Natural History,
edly have been obliged either to alter Dogmatical Theology, Morality, and
his plan, which is too bibliographical, Archæology, have been conated to
or to confine it within a smaller coin men whose names alone sufficiently gua-
pass. His work, however, presents the rantee the excellence of their produce
richest and most useful materials for tions, so that no doubt can be enter-
the history of that science. The atten. tained of the speedy completion of those
tive reader may easily discover in it departments,
the progress of that science, and per The collection of antiques belong-

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In troth her jibes I canna bear,

“ 'T' assist a set o' straddling cuifs, She gars me tak'the huff,

“ To dirt the callans' dowps an' loofs, When saucily she cries, Gudeman: “ Whanie'er in pet they wil.na ettle “ You're o er the luys in snuif.”

* To pit their bits o'gubs in settle ;

“ An' like Hugh Paisley's fiddle squeak, But, Tam, we e'en maun bide wi't a',

“ A solo saft o' gruntin' Greek; 'Though jibed up we be,

“ Or trace auld Euclid's crookit lines, The sneeshing mull we still maun ca', Tho' wives should tak'the gee :

“ His tangents, rectangles, an' sines;

« An tell, as gabblin' on they gae, I lo'e my Maggie passing weel,

“ How maiter A is sib to B, ;
An' canty we might be,

An' ablins, i' the self-same breath,
Did nae she haunt me, like a de'il,

“ How X is uncle to them baith;
About my dear Rappee.

“ () man--cou'd folly's sel' ha'e thought it, It sweetens care at ilka hand,

“ That ought wad e'er about ha'e brought It cures us o' our pains,

it?"
What wad the learned Doctors doe, Trouth, Jamie, ye're nae verra blate,
Did Snuff nae clear their brains?

To think I'd gang sae grey a gate.
Then, oh! ye gods, be kind to me,

Nanse Kingan-owre thy honour'd beir
In your Elysian heaven,

I drappit monie a gratefu' tear,
Should I but ance, an’ well, get there, May nae vile spade howk thy remains,
Treat me wi' Thirty-Sever!!!

Nor ruffian han' disturb thy banes,
Nor surly blast about thee rave,

Nor nettle grow aboon thy grave :
Answer to the ETTRICK SHIPHERD.

It was the tats o'thy auld taws
August Magazine, 1805.

Dang i' my haurns the muckle AA's,

An' thrice wi' monie woys, an' jees,
OUT o' the sink o'sin and sorrow, Skelpit me throu the carátchies;

Frae mang the wa's o’auld Gomorrah, Ere I the kittle page cou'd kon
Whare neerdoweels by dizzens dandle, O'Davie's deep lang-headed son ;
Like ingan strings or punds o' candle;

The dreadfu' tenth o' Nehemiah,
Whare vice wi' virtue baits his trap, Or minstrel treasures of Isaiah ;
An' Lucifer keeps apen shap;

Mell-headed Rab, wee limpin' Charlie,
Like onie thief, wlam Hangie's taws An' waddlin' Sam, the shauchlin' ferlie,
Had whuppit out o' stancheid wa's;

Neist took in han' my loofs to scult,
I wi' my birken whistle struttit,

An'rax me down frae Dux to Dult :
Whilk on the banks o' Nith was cuttit,

Weel may I say't, wi'thir chree cuifs,
An' down the Thames at einen gaed,

To wham I trudg’t wi' Lot's wife's hoofs : Weel wrappit i'my guid grey plaid, I learnt whan i' their fangs they held me, To fleg the reek o' Lunnon frae nie,

Just to forget what Nannie teil'd me. An con' a lilt to Ettrick Jamie :

Frae Johny Kennedy *, guid bless him, Sae whan I'd pang'd my wallet fou

Hale be his heart's the warst I wiss him;
Wi’ doggrel duds o’ilka hue,

Blest wi' the gift o' lear impartin',
Straight hame I daunerin' took my tramp,

I gat the nack o'paper scaurtin?!
An' blew my coal, and trimm'd my lamp ; An' Tammie White * sae frank an' kin',
Syne wi' a lingle sew'd thegither,

Tauld me that three ansax mak' nine :
A sort o' pirney jingling blether.

But frae their clutches I was poukit,

An' wi' the clan o' Cain boukit,
What was't ye said, ye sleekit loon?
Tam, for guidsake quat the town,

'Mang unco fowk to chow my kuid, “ Whare bucks and bullies, bawds and

Ere fourteen simmers warm'd my bluid. lechery,

Guid sooth, thou sly auld-farrant wight, “ Whare falsehood, folly, tricks an' trea. I trou thou's

gat

the second sight; chery,

Wha tellid ye l a Scribe was dubbit,
“ Swarm i the streets, and croud the An' trigly curry-kaim'd, an' rubbit.

To mense a desk, an' sit fou snug,
Thrang as the crikes on Pharaoh's sark; Wi’ Stvleus stuck ahint my lug;
“ Trowth I may say't, twixt you an' me, All hail, ye spunkie scribblin' crew,
“ Without being shangant wi' a lie ; Whether ye strut in vestments new,
“ Thy grunters, weelwat I, my lad, And on sast vellam ply your quills,
“Thou's to a bonnie market ca'd:

Wi' meal an' creish upo' your sculls,
“ Ye hae, shame fa ye, play'd the fool, Or slylie cut at einen pap
" And ta'en the tron frae nature's school; Frae Jack Daglish’s troggin' shap ;
“ Out o’ her presence march'd thyself off, Graiti'd in a garb whilk lairds had spurn'd,
“ L-d safe's was e'er the like heard tell of, Coat, breeks, and waistcoat, three times

turn'd,

Syne

“ park,

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* Two eminent teachers in Dumfries.

sire cannalie slip to your cage,

O Scotland, Scotland, sair ye wrang'd me,
An’scrawl for three baubees the page, Like onie stepmither ye bing'd me:
For auld langsyne permit a brither

What gar'd ye rowe afore my een
To say " quid bliss ye a' thegither;" Your toddlin burns o’ siller sheep ?
May inat fell shaver, Lunnon Willie, What gar'd ye busk the hills and fells
A deep, a dungeon-headed billie,

Wi' flowrets wild an' heather bells?
Ne'er tak'a maigrum in his head,

What gar'd ye ply each pawky artery And lay a tax on cheese an? bread.

Till wi'

your
wiles

ye
sta'

my heart, May markets fa' till ingans sell

Sjne rax me down an aiken staff, As cheap as stinking makerel,

An' like a stepbairn turn me aff;
sheep's-trotters three baubees the lapsou, On life's vile midden for to scratch,
An'rollybags a groat the skepfou ; Wi’ thirty shillings i' my poutch?
lliay nae rude loof your hafîits daud, But it's oure true, that honest love,
Nor het kail-brose your thrapples scaud ; Tho' pure as haly bless above,
Nor carline's claw assail your faces, Is aften tauntit, jeer'd, an' scoff'd,
Ivor herring bare stick i' your hauses. An' frae the yet indignant cuff'd,
May nae vile laundress e’er expose While sly deceit, an' smooth-tongue'd flat-
The failings o' your Sunday hose;

t'ry,
Nor filthy spulzieing tinkler sparks Sen' frae their wylie masked batt'ry,
Whup afi the hedge your bits o' sarks, A shour o' vows sae saft and tender,
For conscience weel I ken that they

Whilk maks the citadel surrender.
Were squeez'd frae mony a banyan day: Thus to the fremmet ca'd adrift,
Laith, laith am 1, that auglit shou'd wrang I mak' a bauld an honest shist,
ye,

To keep my saul an' body eiket,
Three towmunds spell I had amang ye: My hyde wi' bamely hoddin theiket,
Ye shaw'd me how to tak' a clue

An' whyies, whan twa three capfou's pap O'pirney yearn, syne glegly throu’

in, The een o darnin' needles keek,

My cheipen hause an' giesand crappin, An' wattle holes wi' stocking-steek ; I screed aff“ Sandy owre the lea,'' Or whan auld sable hose gat thin

Or“ Donald haud awa frae me,” Wi' a burnt cork to black my shin :

Or Robin's bonnie " Highland Mary,”. But as our clashin graunies say,

Or“ Cowden-knows,” fou blythe an' cheaThe best o' dogs ha'e but their day.

ry; O Hornie, lad, that spunk o pride

Whilk brings to mind our honour'd MiThou lighted up within my hide,

ther;
Has brought me to my marrow banes, An' keeps my flutt'ring heart thegither.
Upo' the warl's cassa stanes.
I saw the feeble and the auld

Now Jamie lad, sin' you and I
Wi' haffits bare, an' capets bauld,

Are just twa pigs o' the same stye, Toiling and sweating for their brose, By nature's han' wi' ae stick tar'd, Their breeks, their shoon, their sarks an' “ On life's rough ocean luckless star'de" hose ;

Whane'er we meet, we manna care An' at their ease - shamefou' to tell,

Whilk o' us tak's the muckle chair ; Stout buirdly cuissers, like mysell,

Nor let that dæmon Envy pit Ahint a desk strut i' their boots,

Atween us twa her cloven fit.
Wi laird-like air tossing their snouts

But brither like, gae hand in hand,
At fowk wha coudna cool their kail

Singing our lov’d, our native land;
Till labour wan the hard-earn'd meal;

Amang the woods, the hills, an' hallows, Sae, wi' a sort o' jeering whew

Whare Bruce an' Boyd, an' Grame and My quill indignant down I threw,

Wallace, bn' scamper'd aff to seek a darque

Sae bravely wan, wi' their fell swords, O' decent creditable wark;

Each blessin' which our land affords.
But weel trou'd I that fate wad tak' me Mair wad I said, but twall o'clock
For some landluppen loon, and mak' me, Rings i' my lug wi' doolfou' stroke,
Like Robin Burns, graze wi' the geese, My drowsy een are haftlins lockit,
Till, i' the street o' auld Dumfries,

My candle dowp's fa'n 'i' the sockit,
On Willie
Glgat my een,

An' just affords a glimm'ring blink
A chield brent new frae Aberdeen,

To shaw my scribbling tool the ink; Wha on his beuks poor Tam did rate, An' for a wee, my canty chiel, And in due time shaw'd him the gate O' you to tak a Scots fareweel, o wield an axe an' thraw a wumble, Till Highland Donald's fam'd for fleein', An'mak' millstanes about to 'rumble; Till lawer boddies leave aff liein', At whilk, guid help me, far an' near Till I the warlish gumshon learn l'ye toil'd aboon a dizzen year.

O' getting clockin' placks wi' bairn;

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Be:

Believe me, Jamie, Pse remain

Far bonnier than the new-blawn rose, Staunch as the aik on Scotland's plain, Whan wat wi' morning dew. 'True as the flameing orb o'day

Blue were her een, her temper mild,
Thy loveing billie,

As that o'lam' or dove;
T. M. C.

He lang esteem'd her, but at length
A BALLAD.

Esteem grew into love.

The wishes o’his heart he tauld,
By the ED NAM Poet.

He woo'd her for his bride;
WHEN Mary had twall summers seen, An' she, a' innocence an' truth,
She was, alas : bereft,

Not lang the lad deny'd. By death, o' baith her parents dear,

He led her blushing to the Kirk, An'a poor orphan left.

An' there he pledg'd his vow, rth' warl' wide there was nae frien' That to his faithfu' cottage lass Her tender years to ee ;

He wad thro' life prove true. W.W. Sac forc d by strong necessity Away to beg gaed she.

THE SEA-GULL. For mony ae lang month an' day,

By the Same. She dander'd up an' down,

RUDE winter flew off to the North, Beggin', an' tellin' her sad tale

Whose blasts had deformed the year; To a' the country roun'.

And gentle spring smiling came forth, But chance, or else the will o' heiv'n, Again drooping nature to cheer. Upon a winter's day,

The birds to their songs them betook, Just at the close, amang the snaw,

That sat all the winter and mourn'd; Gart her to tine her way.

And the Sea-Gull the ocean forsook, Not knowin' how or whare to gang,

And unto her lov'd haunt return'd. Nor yet what course to take,

Hope fill'd her fond breast as she hy'd She sat her down, an' loudly grat,

Again from the wave-beaten shore; An' sair she main did make.

But it vanish'd away when she spy'd Young Sandy heard her piteous sabs

The much-lov'd waters no more. As frae his sheep he came;

She, while her breast heav'd with sighs, An' ran an' took her by the han'

Sat down 'neath a neighb'ring tree's shade, An' led her to his hame.

Then cast all around her sad eyes, An' seated her upo' his hearth,

And thus, so the muse thought, she said : An' up the fire did blaw,

“ Ah! where shall I now bend my flight! To warm her feet, baith wat an' cauld, " Ah! whether shall now I repair! Wi' wadin' thro' the saaw.

The waters no more meet my sight Bein' warmed, now she tauld her tale,

“ That were to my bosom so dear. An' a' her waes express'd,

“ No longer, alas ! in the spring Compassion saften'd Sandy's heart

“ My flight from the sea must I bend: Towards his little guest,

“ No longer with joy on the wing 66 Ye'se thro’ the country beg nae mair,"

“ Hie hither the summer to spend; Thus unto her he said,

6 Or search in these fields for

my fare, < But ye sall now here dwall wi' me, « Or joyfully sit all the day, An' be my cottage maid.”

long with my fellows to rear Nae mair he said, but silent sat,

“ My brood 'mongst those rushes in May. O'erjoy'd she gae consent,

s'Ye fields and ye vallies, farewell, He knew the treasure not whilk heiv'n

“ Fate now has exil'd me from you, That night unto him sent.

“ My haunt that I loved so well,

so I bid you for ever adieu." Full five years dwalt she i' his cot, An’ilka day saw he

The poor hapless bird said no more, Proofs.o' the guidness o' her heart,

But on the wing mounted again, Truth and fidelity.

And sorrowing flew to the shore

Unto the hoarse waves to complain She waxed taper, straight, and tall,' Ferny Hill, 2

W. W. An' grew unto the view;

PRO

Proceedings of Parliament.

HOUSE OF LORDS.

tion to his belonging to the great body

of the Privy Council ; but it was the BILL was passed last session of close connection, the association, beA

Parliament for indemnifying Mr Trotter, in giving his evidence on the

tween a Judge and the Ministers of the

Crown that he disliked. It was this atimpeachment of Lord Melville, against tempt to blend and amalgamate two suits either by civil or criminal process; characters perfectly distinct in thembut a question was reserved in the House of Lords for the consideration of selves; those of a Judge and a Minis

Since this appointment of the the Judges, “whether, according to law, Chief Justice of the King's Bench to a a person was bound to answer a question, when such answer might subject much attention to the subject, and in

seat in the Cabinet, he had devoted him to a civil suit for the recovery of a

the course of his researches he was able debt?” The bill has been again intro. duced this session, and on the ist of Common Law Judge having ever before

to find but one solitary instance of a March, the Judges attended according been a Cabinet Minister. to summons, and delivered their opi

It might be objected, that the person nions, when eight gave their opinions in the affirmative, and four in the negative. that the propriety of his having a seat

who held the Seals was a Judge, and Lord Stanhope expressed his regret at the difference of opinion among the

in the Cabinet was never questioned.

But the case was different; tbe Chancel. Judges. The difficulty could be got lor stood upon quite other ground. He over by a bill he intended to bring for. ward, the purport of which was to allow Crown, and although the property of the

was a great political servant of the the examinations to be fully taken, and the questions to be fully answered, but subject often came under his decision, the evidence not to be divulged. The yet it never extended to his life or liberLord Chancellor, Lord Eldon, and Lord ty. From the Revolution down to the Ellenborough, concurred in thinking of a Common Law Judge (Lord Mans

present day, there was but one instance that a declaratory act on the question, field) having a seat in the Cabinet, and as it stood decided by the Judges, was taking a babitual part in advising his the only proper measure at present. Majesty. He would no farther refer to Lord Stanhope however persisting, his that solitary precedent, than to say, that bill was brought in, read a first time, and much mystery hung over it, and that ordered to be read a second time.

that Noble Lord took the earliest opportunity he could of escaping from the

odium attached to his appointment. He CASE OF LORD ELLENBOROUGH.

lamented that so sacred a principle of 'The Earl of Bristol rose, to submit a the Constitution did not meet with due motion to their Lordships, which would, reverence on the present occasion. If if adopted, have a great effect in render- that crying evil had not some salutary ing the Government as popular as it de- check put to it, the statutes of William served to be, from the talents and con. III. which went to provide for the insideration which composed it. With tegrity and independence of the Judges, respect to the question itself, the more would be a dead letter. In the whole it was considered, the more it would be system of state policy, there was no found not only unwarranted by prece- principle in which there was so general dents, but directly in opposition to the a concurrence, as that which prohibited best principles of the Constitution. He the office of Judgeand servant of the had a high respect for the integrity, the Crown being identified in the same pertalents, and the information of the Noble son. Venerating the constitution as he and Learned Lord. He had no objec- did, thinking it the most admirable sysMarch 1806,

March 3.

tem

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