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XXIV.

Yet now, that I'm a rich old battered beau, One scarce could picture Mars and Aphrodite Observe but how they court me-damn their poUnder the semblance of yon gaudy cornet,

ther Simpering to yon slim goddess of our city;

Day after day, and night succeeding, night,
Old Homer, were he here-how he would scorn it! Their hooks are baited well-but will I bite?
The pair are very fond (the more's the pity),
But, Lord! when eyes are eyes, what need of

XXXIII.
Lorgnette?

Namnot for worlds; as some old crafty trout, No one can't think the blacksmith had been jealous At leisure fattening in his deep clear pool, Of any of these prig-my-dainty fellows.

When some green angler flogs his fly about,

Observes the bright deceit all calm and cool, XXV.

And never dreams of stretching forth his snout,. But if you wish to see a real beau,*

Like your young gaping gormandizing fool; As fine as all the 7th and 10th together,

So I-in short, since I've been Laird of Wastle, Gr and yet wearing all his grandeur so,

My heart is an unconquerable castle.
As if its weight were not a pigeon's feather.
I pr’ythee, gentle female reader, go,

XXXIV. (For scarce he'll venture out in this cold weather) The pride they wounded then protects me now And at Macculloch's window, you shall see

And if it did not were not I a dunce? A man will shew you what a man should be

When madam curtsies low, more low I bow,

And twice I simper, if miss simpers once;
XXVI.

I'm trebly lined about both breast and brow
In native bearded beauty-what a sweep

I've still some smooth brass buckler for the nonce, Of fringe and fold is all about him flowing ! My spectacles spy finely what folks aim at, How graceful sits his cincture, yet how deep, And-in descrto vox clamantis clamat.

Round, round, and round again, superbly going ;
Does it not make your young hearts pant and leap,

XXXV.
To gaze on Hassan's dirk-how rich 'tis glowing Grant me, I pray you, grant me a reprieve,
With sapphire, diamond, emerald, topaz, ruhy ! Dear loving ladies, pity an old man,
He makes your homebred coxcomb look a shoeboy. And give him for sweet charity, your leave

To dwindle out his unmolested span

In his own way--to smoke his pipe at eve
XXVI.
I'm sorry his Circassian has returned-

In quiet o'er his solitary cann,
For love or money I would fain have seen her;

To pore his eyes out if he has a mind, Ah! how to gaze and gaze, mine eyes had burned,

And creep to bed just when he feels inclined. Were she, in aught of feature or demeanour,

XXXVI. Like yon sweet thing, whose tears are all inurned

It is not orthodox that creed of yours, In the world's heart--whose glance of loveis keener

That, without woman, comfort there is none. Than all the lightnings e'er Prometheus stole

I don't deny your company has lures Yon visioned queen of Allan's musing soul.

For most-the sweetest lures beneath the sun;

But time for all things is the best of cures,
XXVIII.

And habit, now (my course so nearly run)
Triumphant captive! oh! 'tis worse than slaughter I promise you has reconciled me quite

To see the paltry price the Turk has told: To be alone by day, still more by night.
With what wide treasures would not I have bought

XXXVII.
Of heart-soul-tears-blood-anything but gold! Besides, I want the courage (grant the wish
If Eve was half as fair as this her daughter,

Were present) for so perilous a change;
Oh! Father Adam Spardons manifold

I know you'd hate my modes of dressing fish; For all thy weakness-her ambrosial breath

The whole of my small culinary range Might weil persuade to sin, though sin were death.

Would shock you-you would scout each favourite

dish, XXIX.

And give for sheepsheads rotis a Volainge ; And yet ’tis not her beauty, first or most,

You would insist on putting in green tea, That penetrates the eye of him who gazes,

In short, my love, we never should agree.
Of all the times my heart's been won and lost
(On recollection their amount amazes),

XXXVIII.
I could be sworn mere beauty never cost
Me much in phrenzy-no, nor even in phrases

For novelties you'd be a constant plotter.
With utter non-chalance my heart repels

You would abuse my old French elbow-chairs, The proud set-to of dozens of crack belles.

You would compel me thro' the house to totter-
Those long cold lobbies, and those steep high

stairs
Ххх.

To hear your notions, (you'd have talk'd with There is a certain haughty conscious swim

Trotter)t O'th' eye, an artful dropping of the lid,

About some Gothic or Chinese repairs; Which says, I'll easily make an end of him,

You'd pull my own coeval damasks down, Or books ('tis all the same) as if it did;

And run up bills, you minx, for chintz from town.
For me, I'm full of self-will to the brim,
I never fancy doing
as I'm bid ;

XXXIX.
I sometimes stare as if I were struck dumb,
But that's pure malice-fudge the merest hum.

Nay, who knows but you might dislike my friends,

And stare them by your coldness from my door?

Give great Pulltuski o'er the fingers' ends ?
XXXI.

Or dare to pun, and call my Hogg a boar?
Impute it not to vanity that I

And then to make deserted ME amends, Should think such engines have been moved or Bring in your fine strange faces by the score, me ;

“ Captains and colonels, and knights in arms, I ne'er suspect that gentle damsels sigh

With stars, and other fashionable charms?
For Wastle's self-whatever smiles I see
To all such fair fond dreams I've bid good-bye,

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They do not fit a quizz of sixty-three.

“ CHILDREN!!!"-the word's enough!-depend When I was young they scorned me being poor,

upon't I can't be gulled in age, though flattered more.

'Twill never do; there's lots of marrying men.

The deuce a fear, if patiently you hunt,
XXXII.

You'll meet with chances every now and then. I was but the faird's brother long ago,

But as for me, my Bramah's very blunt, And all did treat me as a younger brother;

Yet, ere I stop, I tell you once agen,
Full well the frigid curtsey did I know

I'm quite determined to continue single...
Of each disdainful miss and mighty mother; So, there's enough for once of Timon's jingle,

her,

* They seem to have been written when the Persian Ambassador was in Edinburgh.
+ The fashionable Upholsterer of the North.

You will see from this, that the Laird is not going to be married any more than the Shepherd. We still sing in chorus (Tickler, Wastle, and I), every evening, our old song. WHEN shrovetide falls in Easter week,

When usury's never paid to Jews; And Christmas sees the swallow's wing:

And noses are not stained by brandy; When Lawyers nought but truth will speak, And Pussy barks and Messin mews; And Whigs in private toast the king :

And itch is cured by sugar-candy: When songs and plays are quite put down,

When maids on sweethearts never dream; And sermons by all men preferred;

· And birds' nests can no more be harried; And indigo dies breeches brown

And oysters float in waves of creamOh! then my love and I'll be married.

Oh! then-oh! then we will be married. I wish, from my soul, you were here, to join your fine bass in the stave, and to taste the best hock ever the Laird had in his cellar, of which he gives us a long-necked bottle or two every day. You never licked your lips over the like. He got it from Mr Thomas Hamilton, the famous Glasgow wine-merchant, by way of particular favour, and he says it is more than a hundred years

old. There never was the match of it on Yarrow before. Grieve and Laidlaw were pretty well when I heard from them.--Ever your affectionate Contributor,

JAMES Hogg.

ANNALS OF PETERHEAD.

We love Peterhead. We recollect « I have also laboured under other dif. passing a few days there very plea- ficulties than those above stated, which I santly a good many years ago, and in- have studied to surmount; and many of the deed shall never forget the surpassing pieces contained in these pages, are not ardinners that we enjoyed at its incom- ranged according to the plan I had in view,

having collected

much of the information at parable ordinary. Every place within different periods after I had begun printing. fifty miles of Aberdeen is pleasant to Having none who could assist me, I was us, for the sake of that double-bodied obliged to be author, caseman, pressman, town, and the cunning, yet kindly &c.; and many of the following pages never toned pronunciation of its inhabitants. were in MS. being actually composed while We beg leave, therefore, to return our printing them. It is therefore hoped, those best thanks to Mr Buchan for his pre experience, will not

be blind to the trouble

whose judgment is matured by reason and sentation copy of the “ Annals ;” and of such an undertaking, under so unpropito assure him of corned-beef and greens, tious circumstances, and will allow, that and a jug of toddy, at Ambrose's, on imperfectly as the subjects are handled, I de. his first visit to the city of Blackwood's serve the clemency of an impartial public. Magazine.

But, if they have otherways determined, I Mr Buchan has really made a very shall console myself with the following lines, amusing book of it; and there are written originally in French by the king of

Prussia.” some circumstances attending his little publication, which we think must in-, As we are not now reviewing the terest in his favour all good-natured, works of the king of Prussia, we omit statistical, and antiquarian readers. his majesty's verses, and turn to Mr These are very modestly mentioned in Buchan's prose. We shall not insult his preface. He has not had the be- our readers by telling them where Pea nefit of much education-and he is not terhead stands. rich in this world's gear. Besides—but

66 Peterhead is a clean and neat little let our worthy annalist speak for him- town ;-the streets are open, straight, and self.

in general clean and dry, and give a free

Annals of Peterhead, from its Foundation to the present Time ; including an Ac. count of the Rise, Progress, Improvements, Shipping, Manufactures, Commerce, Trade, Wells, Baths, &c. of the Town : Also, a Sketch of the Character of the Inhabitants, their Civil and Ecclesiastical State: An Excursion to the Bullers of Buchan, Slains Castle, &c. with their Description-the Scenery of the country round-Remarks on Dr Johnson's Tour to the Hebrides, &c. : Biographical Notices of men of learning and genius, among whom are, George Earl Marischal, founder of Peterhead, and Marischal College, Aberdeen ; with a number of Curious Articles hitherto unpublished ; with Plates, Engraved by the Author; by P. Buchan, author of the Recreation of Leisure Hours, &c. Peterhead, Printed at the Auchwedden-press, by the Author ; Sold by him, the Book sellers in Peterhead, and the principal Booksellers in Scotland. 1819.

picture of Mary Queen of Scots, and sionate Pilgrim; and the other two are standing right before it and all that not written by Shakspeare at all. The we can do, she will not go away. one beginning " Come live with me,

We do not know that any other part &c.” is part of Kit Marlow's Milk of this tragedy requires notice, unless Maid's Song; and the other—" As it it be Mr č. Kemble in the gallant- fell upon a day, &c."—is part of a we will not call him the unfortunate delightful little lyric by an obscure Mortimer; who perishes in endea- poetof Elizabeth's time, named Richard vouring to rescue Mary from her ene- Barnfield. We whisper these things mies. It was a delightful sketch in the manager's ears--for every body breathing the buoyant spirit of youth else knows them. These same persons, and chivalry combined. This gentle- too, have tried to make improvements man's noble person and air are the in the language in which Shakspeare only things left on the stage that are has thought proper to dress his poetry; wurth looking at in this way, except which is as if a country clown, with Miss Foote--and her beauty has evi- his hard, horny, plough-holding findently made so much impression upon gers, should attempt to improve the herself, that other people feel nearly arrangements of a woman of fashion's absolved from its power.

toilet. The Comedy of Errors. We had nearly forgotten to mention, SHAKSPEARE's Comedy of Errors that the music which is introduced has been revived at this theatre. For into this comedy has these remarkable what reason, it is difficult to divine, circumstances about it—that it is partunless it be that the managers think ly original by Mr Bishop, and partly this the most valuable of those of selected by Mr Bishop, and yet it is Shakspeare's works which are laid on all selected, and all by Mr Bishop. the shelf—which is not unlikely,—for The explanation of the riddle is this it is without exception the least va- that that which is not original is seluable.—The revival, however, has lected by Mr Bishop, and that which been quite successful, on account of is original and by Mr Bishop, is sesome very pretty music being intro- lected by Mr Bishop also.--But it is duced into it, set to some of Shak- very pretty and appropriate neverspeare's songs and some other verses, theless. and sung in a spirit of the most

delight

Mr Macready. ful and friendly rivalry by Miss Ste- Since our last notice, Mr Macready phens and Miss M. Tree. Miss Tree has gained a sudden and unexpected is really an exquisite singer. She increase of popularity, by his perform improves upon us every time we hearmance of Richard III. and Coriolanus. her; and is only second to Miss Ste- At the close of both these tragedies, it is phens. These two ladies sang “ Tell the fashion to hail him with shouts of me where is fancy bred ?" in a most applause, waving of hats, &c., and calls delicious style, " flowing with milk for him to come forward and give out and honey."

the play, after he is “ dead in law.”— The managers are very clamorous We have been prevented from seeing about the success of this their experi- any more than the last act of his ment of introducing examples of Shak- Richard III.—for it has not been acted speare's Sonnets” to the stage. If for several weeks. The most striking those poems wait till these gentlemen part of this is the manner in which, discover their beauties, and marry after having received his death-blow, them to music, they will “ live and die he retires to the side-scene, and then, in single blessedness.” In truth they with a super-human energy, lifts himare innocent of knowing any thing self to more than his natural height, about such trifling matters. They and comes pouring down upon his ad think that because a sonnet is a short versary till he reaches him, and then poem a short poem is a sonnet. We falls at his feet like a spent thunderassure them that this is not the case; bolt.- This is extremely fine. If this and moreover add, for their edification, performance should be repeated, we that not a line of any thing they have shall make a point of recurring to itintroduced into the Comedy of Errors for the little we did see of it, raised is to be found in Shakspeare's Sonnets. our expectations of the rest very high, Two of the four examples which they Mr Macready's Coriolanus, if it be refer to the sonnets are from the Paso not raised our general opinia

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I banish you!" and his quarrel and consists chiefly of natural viens with Aufidius in the last scene, where of the country in which the scene he reiterates the word “boy!” We is laid. have seldom witnessed any thing more The Pantomime at Drury-Lane is nobly dignified than his manner of indifferent. It commences with the giving the first of these speeches; and nursery story of Jack the Giant Kil. the last was highly energetic, power. ler—but it soon deserts that, and runs ful, and natural: but it must be ad- into the usual Steeple-race

. The mitted that they both wanted the scenery, too, is equally common-place; merit of originality. This first was a and the drollery (such as it is) consists fac-simile of Mr Kemble's voice and of practical puns, which one half of manner in the same part. So much the audience cannot relish, and the So, indeed, that the resemblance other half (for whom chiefly the Panactually startled us. The latter part tomime is produced) cannot underof the last scene was performed exact. stand. It is really a little too bad, ly in the manner of Mr Kean. We that these enormous houses, which do not say in the manner that he will are fitted only for the representation of perform it,-for he is an actor that Spectacle, should give us so few toles baffles all anticipation.—In saying rable examples eren of that. that we have not seen any thing in

Miss O Neil. the late performances of Mr Macready And so we are never again to see which has raised our opinion of his Miss O'Neil! never again to watch her talents, nothing can be farther from our eyes, those“ fountains of sweet intention than to detract from the tears," till we forget ourselves and all reputation which he now enjoys and the world! Never again to listen to deserves

. The only point in which we her voice, till we become enamoured differ from the public on the subject of “ dainty sweet melancholy!" Never is, that we think the popularity which again to But we are getting foolhe enjoys now, he deserved to enjoy ish, and, indeed, inpertinent for this before. 'Undoubtedly he is the second lady is no longer a subject for publie

actor on the English stage, but it is notice.-We now take lease of her for equally certain that he is at a very everonyineed that the stage will great distance from the first: as far as never see her like again, as it never did talents are from genius.

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course to the fresh air. Nothing is allowed since they generally go where the Ale is to remain on them that can contaminate the best.” air, or offend any of the senses. The We cannot mention all the good greater part of the houses stand in regular things of Peterhead; but it would be order, especially the latest built ; which are unpardonable to overlook its butter. in general of the finest hewn granite, which,

6 Peterhead Butter has also attained some is composed of quartz, shorl, and feldspar, celebrity among purchasers, and it is a full neatly finished, and have a beautiful appear. proof of its superiority, that it is admired by ance when the sun shines. In the inside of those who are in the daily practice of using the houses of people of every rank, if you do it. The author of the present work has not find costly furniture, you will, for the frequently seen in the High-street, and other most part, meet with cleanness and neat places of Edinburgh, these words in conness. Upon the whole, it has a handsome

spicuous characters, aspect, the houses being covered with slate,

Real Peterhead Butter," and situated on a gentle ascent, all which with samples of it in their windows ;-in give it an elegant appearance from the sea.

other places he has seen it “ Genuine," &c. “ Peterhead has been much resorted to

Its baths are even better than its as a place of amusement, and as one of the first watering places in Great Britain. Its butter; and we can safely recommend mineral waters have been justly celebrated them to our invalids for even the over all Europe for their efficacy in the cure readers of this Magazine cannot al. of many disorders incident to those living in ways be in good health and spirits. large and confined cities. It has been fre- « Peterhead has now the most complete quented by the Prince and the peasant ; and set of Baths of any town on the coast of many have owned their obligations to the Scotland, owing to the spirited exertions of mineral waters, baths, and cheerful com- my worthy friend, Mr James Arbuthnot, pany in Peterhead, for a radical reform in jun. who has, at an unprecedented expense, their decayed and hypochondriacal constitu- cut out of the solid rock, one of the followtions."

ing dimensions, viz. 90 feet by 30, and caWe believe Mr Buchan has here pable of holding any necessary depth of wa. said no more than Peterhead deserves— ter. The bottom is covered with sand, and and well may he exclaim, beholding quite level. It possesses all the advantages its present splendour, “ were a person

of the open sea, without the danger attend. now to rise from the dead, who had ing bathing in unfrequented places ; and

is filled every tide with pure sea water, by lived in Peterhead at the time Earl

a valve, which opens and shuts when reMarischal granted the original charter quired. For the convenience of those freto but fourteen feuars, and that only quenting this bath, there is built on its mar225 years ago, how would he stare gin a house, in which they undress and upon first beholding it as it now stands, dress, and it is sheltered from the gazing with its harbours, shipping, trade ?" eye of a prying public, by a mound of rock The first thirty pages of the volume twenty feet high. are dedicated entirely to the town of ed in 1999 by the Keith mason society, for

“ There is another bath which was form Peterhead and its concerns, which is the accommodation of those drinking the described very graphically; and Mr mineral water. Its dimensions are 40 feet Buchan exhibits a good deal of anti- by 20, and it is now set apart solely for the quarian lore. Among other informa- use of the gentlemen. tion, he gives us a paper, shewing the “ There are twelve warm baths, with, progress of the whale-fishing since perhaps, the best set of apparatus to be 1802; and a list of the manufactures found in Britain ; by means of which the and trades of the town, from which it patient may be accommodated with the would really seem to be a very spirited shower baths, at any degree of warmth that

steam or vapour, hot air, projecting, and and thriving place. It is famous for may be found most proper to alleviate pain its organs, no less than fifteen having or disease." been built there lately, and the most There is a very interesting chapter of them by a cabinet-maker who on “ Education and State of Learnnever saw one made before he himself ing" in Peterhead, from which we remade the attempt.” It is also great gret that we cannot afford quotation. in breweries.

But a town so near the colleges of “ Of these there are two in the town, Aberdeen, may well be distinguished both of which deserve the highest praise, and for the erudition of its inhabitants. one in the neighbourhood that has long been established in one of the halls of the late Yet there is no rule so general as to Earl Marischal's castle of Inverugie, of be without its exceptions. which honourable mention is made by the “ In every place of trade, there must be porter and ale drinkers, both at home and a few of inferior talents and principles, but abroad; and these should be no bad judges, of these there are few here ; yet it would be

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