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GLASGOW GOSSIP.

The cognoscenti bave, for some days, been peculiarly pleased with the beautiful collection of cast-iron works of art, which are now displayed in Mr. James Lumsden's warehouse, in Queen Street. The various busts, figures, and particularly the equestrian statue of Frederick the Great, prove to what a high pitch of perfection the art of casting has arrived at in Berlin. The latter statue gives a most characteristic idea of the celebrated soldier and philosophe. It is, in fact, a masterpiece of art, and is well worthy of a place in any collection. We understand Mr. Lumsden selected the various specimens, now exbibiting, when, on a tour through Germany, he visited the Königl : Eisengiesserei, or Royal Foundry, in the Prussian capital. We recommend to our Dilettanti an immediate sight of these casts. They are well worthy of examination.

The citizen pays a visit. In coming out he finds the horses unbridled and the coachman in the public-house. Is it not the same in offices ? If the chief is absent a single moment, the clerk is so too.

The backney-coach is run against on the right by a waggon, but on the left it runs against a cab; system of compensation. Ob serve well the jostlings you receive and give, and you will see whether you do not act as backney-coachmen.

As to bis fares, it is clear that he goes only where one goes, and that one goes only where be drives to.

At nine o'clock he has to choose between the candidate of the Royal Institution who goes to distribute, in one hundred and forty-four visits, not the books he has written, but the prospectus of those he intends to write ; and the broker who runs to offer paper for money and who asks money for paper.

At twelve o'clock, other business : a rendezvous for an affair of honour; a duel with swords or pistols.

At five o'clock, dinners ; now is the time for hackney-coachmen to be in the city; they are sure of a fare to the west end.

At eleven o'clock, the theatres close. Visits continue till twelve. Balls till one. Gaming-houses all night.

Therefore nothing grand or imposing takes place in this new Babylon, in which hackney.coachmen do not concur. Add to that, that they are now on a par with the equipages of maste re, they enter courts, they almost enter rooms. The masters of modern carriages and old hackney-coachmen are old acquaintances, and have good reason to esteem each other.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. We understand that the Geology and Zoology of Capt. Beechy, is about to be published.

SISMONDI has in the Press “ Histoire de la Renaissance, de la Liberté en Italie, de scs Progrès de sa Décadence et de sa chute."

Professor Rossetti is about to publish a Work, Sullo Spirito Antipapale che produsse la Riforma, e sulla segreta influenza ch' esercito nella litteratura d'Italia, come risulta da molti suoi Classici, e specialmente da ante, Petrarca, Boccaccio, Disquisizioni.

ODDS AND ENDS.

REMINISCENCES OF FEMALE EDUCATION.

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The following Boarding School Circular, for which we are indebted to an antiquarian friend, will show the various items of education, that were thought requisite about sixty years ago, to form what was considered an accomplished young lady. We question, but in real usefulness the system of Miss M.Donald and ber friend Miss Drummond will stand a comparison with those of many of our modern seminaries.

POPULATION OF ENGLAND, WALES AND SCOTLAND.—The follow. ing is the summary of the several returns in 1801, 1811, 1821, and 1831, made by Mr. Rickman, to Parliament:In 1801

10,942,646 In 1811

12,609,864 In 1821

14,391,631 In 1831

16,537,398 Some men, especially great men, would never hear of their faults, were it not for their foes ; and princes might often have Jearned better lessons of government from the satires made upon them, than from their many panegyrics. Their panegyrics consecrate their worst actions, and never find any thing to be mended; but in satire there is always some truth, and often a great deal ; and where there is no truth, there is no satire.-Trenchard.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

Glasgow, 15th May, 1771.

To the PUBLIC. MISS MÓDONALD and MISS DRUMMOND think it Proper to inform the Public, that they bave opened a Boarding School for Young Ladies, in a large and commodious house in the Gallowgate, where the Young Ladies under their care are instructed in the principles of the French and English languages, in Tambour Dresden and all kinds of fashionable Needle work, in the making up their own millenary things and in several instruments of Music, viz. the Harpsicord, Guitar and Psaltery, as likewise in Singing, Miss M DONALD proposes teaching the Ladies to write, and they will be attended with a proper Master for dancing. Miss M.DONALD and Miss DRUMMOND are very sensible that the charge of Education is both important and difficult, and they tlatter themselves that they are not altogether unqualified for it. They can at least promise that they will exert their utmost endeavours to discharge their trust with fidelity and care, and upon these grounds, do they solicit and hope for the friendly countenance of the public.

« O. L. O.'s” communication has been received, and will appear immediately.

We have put the “ Adventures of a pair of Spectacles" into the bands of our own “ Spectacles,” for his perusal, who will perhaps take a glance at it in the course of a day or two.

“ Hours of LEISURE, No. II." will appear on Saturday.

We bave not received “ Lines to a Robin Red Breast," and we must inform our correspondent that, although we had, we could not return it.

Primus's “ Wild Conjured Phantom of the Brain" would, we suspect, rather terrify than interest our readers.

Angelica's communication will appear in our Saturday's number.

In future all communications for the Editor of Tue Dar” are requested to be left with our Publisher, Mr. John Finlay, No. 9, Miller Street.

A HACKNEY COACHMAN'S LIFE.

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The following little sprightly sketch of a Metropolitan JarveyDriver, we extract from a weekly periodical called the Parrot :

One would believe that the life of a hackney-coachman is a very extraordinary one. Not at all; it is the life of the fashionable company.

In the intervals of his fares, he has all the manners of the world.

He rises at the break of day ; on putting on his jacket he goes to the stable door, looks what sort of weather it is. “ The deuce take such a day," says he, gaping, “it is beautiful weather ;" or else, “ Success! it will be, all day, devilish bad weather.” Does not the publican say the same when he reads the papers ? if there be a prospect of peace, he is suffocated : if of war, he rubs his hands with delight.

The coachman rubs down his horses, swearing; puts them to, threatening : and goes to the stand, whipping. But bis coach, wbich has no feeling, he cleans it, whistling. So it is in the world : furniture is respected; servants are killed.

A citizen arrives at the stand : it is soon seen that he wants a coach. Six coaches go off full gallop to meet him. He takes tbe one with the best horses ; but he takes it by the time and the coach can hardly crawl on. In the same manner men run after places, and fall asleep when in office.

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TALES, SKETCHES, AND TRADITIONS OF THE Among this heroic, though proscribed clan, there
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was one, whose arm was seldom idle, and whose blade

was often dim. Gregair Glun-dubh* had never led his caölCHAIRN.

followers but to victory, and even then, though a homeThe traveller, who crosses the country between Inve

less fugitive, the well-known blast of his born could raray and Oban, will observe a beautiful lake, called summon together two hundred undaunted heroes, on Lochawe, of twenty-four miles in length, and about whose unbending souls the rod of their tyrants bad two in breadth ; its waters are the accumulation of a failed to make impression ; but, finding force of no thousand little tributary streams, which may be seen

avail, he daily diminished their number. Some, under gushing down the sides of the lofty hills, with which

feigned names, sought shelter under those very men it is almost encircled ; and were the scenery on its

whose cruelty had deprived them of the means of using picturesque shores eulogised by the pen of a Scott or a their own ; while others penetrated farther into the Moore, it would at least share the adıniration which is recesses of the Higblands, and bade a lingering adieu bestowed on the boasted grandeur of Loch-Lomond and

to the hills of their childhood, and, at the time when Loch-Catrine: if the first view of it is obtained from the following incident commences, Gregair was wanMonadh Lacanach, a hill above Glenary, nothing can

dering on the shores of Lochawe, with a retinue of be more irresistably striking; numberless islets, covered twelve faithful adherents, who had served bim in his with trees of most luxuriant growth, stud its bosom,

prosperity, and from whom adversity could not sever and rise above its surface in clustering profusion;

them. Cruachan, with his crown of mist like an aged monarch, Foremost among the ruthless association for the throws a venerable halo over the perspective: where

destruction of the Macgregors, stood the powerful ever the eye lights upon it, it meets verdure and fer- Earl of Breadalbane. He had been allied to the tility. Rockbill on the one side, and Hayfield on the Colquhouns, on whose account the persecution began, other, seem to vie in their elegant improvements: even and therefore felt an interest in avenging them ; but the cottage of the peasant, with its whitened windows, there was another reason, which had equal weight with gives testimony of the blessings of civilization and in- him. He had participated largely of the unballowed tercourse ; before his door is seen his little garden, spoil, and, in order to secure it, had added murder to with its fragrant blossoms or ripening fruit, smiling rapine ; consequently, he became an object of the fellupon his industrious labours, while the joyful counte

est hatred to those who were entitled to look upon nances, blooming with health and beaming with con

him as their deadliest foe, and the dread of his power, tentment, which reconnoitre the gazer as honest “Bran" | prevented them from taking any open measures. No announces bis approach, forces us to the conclusion, private opportunity was left unimproved, in which they that happiness is in a measure dependent on ourselves,

could wreak their hatred on his property or his partiand is confined to the cottage of industry as often as

Some cabinet business, of pressing importance, the palaces of the great.

having forced the Earl to leave the country, as a greatOn a small island about half a mile from the shore,

er security to his only daughter, who was betrothed to stands Caölcbairn Castle, in mouldering sadness. Before

his kinsman of Argyle, he left her at Caölchairn Castle, the introduction of artillery, it might be possessed of

in charge of a small party of confidential vassals, with considerable strength, and although its now cheerless strict injunctions not to leave the island, or admit a halls and blackened hearth furnish matter of little in- stranger, till his return. Gregair was apprised of the terest to the mere spectator, the lover of antiquity

Earl's absence, and instantly repaired to Lochawe, will feel a sacred awe, while with noiseless step he

where, for a day, he concealed himself in the woods, enters the portals, from which have often issued hoping that some of the inmates of the Castle would “ heroes bold and ladies gay,” and will feel his mind have the temerity to break through the commands of reverting to bygone years, when might usurped the

the Earl ; but he waited in vain, and, impatient to throne of right, when justice was often strangled on finish bis enterprise, he took the desperate resolution the threshold of power, and when our Highlanders,

of swimming across, which, having accomplished, he blind to the advantage of enterprise and independence,

unmoored one of the boats, landed his followers at were left a prey to the bewildering horrors of despo- night, and, as the inmates, from the precautions they tism and anarchy.

had taken, dreaded no attack, they were easily surFew who have traced the history of their country prised, and the Castle was taken and plundered with two centuries back, but will recollect the cruel perse- scarcely a blow of resistance. When the Earl was cution to which the noble Macgregors were for years

made aware of the loss he had sustained, he posted subjected, from a wealthy and powerful clan. They home in the greatest haste, breathing vengeance against were reduced to the extremity of wretchednes, their the perpetrators ; but his rage knew no bounds when lands were forfeited to an unholy faction, who had

he understood that Gregair's visit would, in a few leagued together to extirpate their very name; they

months, probably, make an addition to his fading clan, were hunted from hill to hill, and from glen to glen,

that his family was dishonoured, that his daughter few daring or caring to aid or protect them, the heath

would soon be a mother. A price was set on the outbecame their couch, the canopy of heaven their cover- law's head, every measure was taken, which ingenuity ing, the mountain eagles their companions, and their could adopt or power accomplish, to bring himself and swords their only friends; and, finding every ear deaf accomplices to punishment; but the vigilance of the to their tale, every avenue to redress shut up, we Macgregor baffled every pursuit. If they were a small need not wonder that their actions were at times cha

* Gregor of the black knee. racterised by cruelty, when they found an opportunity † At the time alluded to, the proprietor of Caölchairn Castle to retaliate on their barbarous oppressors.

was only known as the Laird of Glenurchy.

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party, he attacked and routed them ; if a large, he lander shrinks from the unequal comparison ! " Macretired to fastnesses, where, to follow him was destruc- gregor's pardon” was the boon, and the Earl, finding tion, from which he often sallied against his

pursuers, he could not retract his word, could only say, “ 'tis and few returned to tell the tale of their unbappy given,” waved his hand to the parties to retire, and, comrades' fate.

with the weight of conflicting passion, he fell senseless Ewen Roy Cameron, a noted freebooter, through on the floor. some quarrel with his chief to whom he rendered im- Gregair afterwards distinguishd himself in the geportant services, left his native Lochaber and settled neral turn-outs which distracted the country; he lived

to ed to apply under his distressing emergency. A mes. senger was instantly dispatched, and few days bad elapsed when the “Cameron's gathering” announced,

LITERARY CRITICISM. that he had arrived with twelve of his clansmen and waited the Earl's commands. The business was soon

ProBATION, AND OTHER Tales. By the Author of “ Selwyn

in Search of a Daughter, “ Tales of the Moors," &c. — Adam told him; countless wealth and numberless advantages

Black, Edinburgh, 1832. were promised him, provided he accomplished the capture of Macgregor ; he, on the other hand, set forth The tale which is announced in this title, by the name the peril of the undertaking. However, to satisfy the of “ Probation," is certainly an interesting one; and, Earl, he would attempt the task, having first bound for that reason, it will please the generality of readers. him under a promise, that if successful, whatever boon We confess, for our own part, that we are a little he would ask would, on no account, be denied. He puzzled to account for its power in affecting the mind, instantly set out with his followers in search of his as we cannot discover any merit which it possesses, powerful adversary, and, after several days' fruitless except the drawing of character. In this one respect, labour, had notice, that, with a small party of men, he it certainly does excel in a measure which may

be conwas lodged in a little inn near Callender, in Perth- ceived, when we say that, with defects which nothing shire, at which he arrived and sought accommodation but the highest talent could redeem, this narrative is for the night for himself and his men. The only room even rendered agreeable, by the interest with which it in the house was in possession of the Macgregors. invests the persons introduced in it. The portrait of The landlord, therefore, went to inquire if they would the warm-hearted old maid, Mrs. Sidney Hume, is one object to additional company. Gregair instinctively that no ordinary writer could have designed or painted grasped his dirk and sternly asked what their number with such nature and expression. Her social converwas; being told there was thirteen, he looked round sation and parental manner are so strikingly charac. upon his men with a chieftain's pride, we are the teristic, that the reader fancies her smiling before him same here,” said be, “admit them, the thirteen are in every page, and cannot help participating in the not born whom the Macgregors need fear.” For a wish that he could testify his affection for her, by a time, the courteous manner of the strangers belied filial embrace. The young and handsome Pauline any hostile intention, and, it was not till after they Clitheroe, in like manner, pleases without any attempt had pledged each other repeatedly from the slige- to please ; and her modest and winning behaviour chreachainn, or drinking-shell, that Cameron laid his enchants the imagination so completely, that it pictures hand on Macgregor's shoulder and told him he was to itself the graces of her person and the charms of her a prisoner. As may be expected, this step was in- countenance, with very little help from the describer. stantly resented; however, with the exception of The hero himself, Mr. Edmund Meredith, is a youth the leaders of the parties, the others kept their seats, who claims the attention with no bad grace, and into each, with anxious eye, watching the different mo- whose success in love, we enter with an interest sometions of their respective champions, in whose per- what akin to his own. In pursuing him through life, sonal prowess both were equally confident, but the however, we are too frequently struck with improbastruggle did not last long, Gregair was obliged to bilities, which jar with our sympathies, and remind us yield to the superior strength of his rival, but, having that the tale which we are perusing is no more than a pledged his honour that he would not attempt to es- faulty creation of the mind. cape, he was instantly unhanded, and, once more, seat- The author of “ Probation" has certainly laid himed beside his confiding conqueror.

self under great disadvantages, in endeavouring to Ewen Roy did not hesitate to inform him of the make more of his story than it would warrant: for the errand on which he had sped so well; a deadly pale- incidents with which he has filled it up are far from being ness sat, for a moment, on Gregair's cheek, but it in- successfully connected. He probably thought that the stantly gave way to a proud determination. “I am history of a foundling, who inherits great riches, and, your prisoner,” said he, “but I did not think that after being a spendthrift, is changed to a virtuous man, Scotland could produce the man who could master by the influence of love, was not sufficient of itself to furGregair ; fate has not ordained that he has fallen into nish materials for a novel, and he has therefore endeathe hands of Ewen Roy Cameron from Rannoch.” voured, by collecting a number of extraordinary occur" Then, replied the other, you see before you Ewen rences, to relieve the tameness of his narrative, and to Roy, who never yet met a foe on dishonourable keep the mind of the reader occupied with some strong terms." Next morning both dismissed their followers excitement. For this purpose, he makes his hero be and set out for

wbere Gregair was ushered miraculously preserved from drowning, at a shipwreck, into the presence of the haughty Earl.

by a sailor, in whose house he is educated till he is there, Macgregor,” said he, gazing on him like the again marvellously saved from death by a lady, who vulture about to pounce on his prey, “ thou art seized turns out to be his grandfather's widow. Through her at last, and thy weight of gold will not procure thy li- he becomes rich, and requites his own eseapes by siberation." The proud bearing of the Earl seemed to milar good turns. First of all, he saves a lady, give the prisoner little uneasiness; his glances of with whom he afterwards falls in love, from being scorn were answered by a look of stern defiance, and killed in the upsetting of a coach. After that, he the only emotion appeared was, the proud curl of his accidentally saves a mysterious old gentleman from lip as the domestics were ordered to lead bim away to being burnt, whom he accidentally finds to be connectexecution. Hold,” said Cameron, ere you re

ed with his family: And, finally, he accidentally saves move him I first crave my boon.”

“ Name it, my

from starvation the old sailor who had accidentally brave fellow,” said the Earl," and it is instantly grant- saved him from drowning. These are but specimens ed.” All present were fixed in breathless suspense ; of the marvellous spirit with which the book is throughriches and distinction were at bis command, but, when out embued. Many of the other rencontres are equally these are placed in the scales with honour, the High- | absurd ; such as that which attends Mr. Peregrine

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Palmer's arrival at Dover. It is needless, however, to shall merely take notice of those passages which ofbe more specific, as the author seems himself to be fend against the statutes of Horne Tooke, or Lindley aware of his blunder, when he talks of one of the ad- Murray. ventures alluded to in this manner :

At page 47, we remark the following sentence :It is of a nature so nncommon and melo-dramatic, that, unless The whole details of the single combat à l'outrance, waged by the reader good-naturedly proceeds on a principle long since adopt- spendthritt heirs with Father Time, being as familiar to all classes ed by myself, viz. that of setting down for facts all circumstances of readers as, thanks to Sir Walter-they have now become with in a parrative too improbable for fiction, I don't see how I can those of the joust and tournay of olden days, I spare myself a expect to be believed.

blush, and the reader a yawn, by leaving them henceforth to his What are we to think of a declaration like this, in

imagination. what is professedly a work of fiction !

Any one acquainted with the rules of grammar perAn objection, equally great, which lies against the

ceives, that the pronoun they, properly refers here to unity of the story, consists in this—that several charac- the subject of the sentence, and that, in opposition to ters are introduced who have no connection with the

the author's meaning, it would read, if printed fully, fortunes of the hero, and who, after being paraded on

as familiar to all classes of readers, as, thanks to Sir the stage for such a short time as merely to excite

Walter the details have now become with those of curiosity, are dismissed without any further notice.

the joust and tournay of olden days,” &c. There is, indeed, a great want of an underplot in this

Obscurity is the predominant feature in our next tale, as those persons, who do not figure in the denoue- quotation, which we make from page 75. ment, seem to have very little business in the book. I rose at least two hours sooner than I had done since my acWe should be inclined, for this reason, to rescind that

cident, or than any usual habits when in heulth, and awaited in a

state of great excitement the summons to change a scene, which passage where the episode of the Rannoch cottagers

had begun to pall grievously on my senses. appears; and if the author does not consent to give some account of the destinies of Roger Falconer and

Who were his usual habits ? we may ask. He

might have risen earlier than his domestics, but, to the heiress of Castle-Moray, we should be as well

talk of rising earlier than “his habits when in health,” pleased to see these characters, amiable as they are,

is absurd. altogether omitted. To say the truth, the book seems

Again, what is the author's idea of time, when he so crowded with persons who have nothing to do there, except to claim a passing attention, and so overloaded

says, two pages further on, with scraps of different stories—nay, so much increas

About an hour after breakfast, I heard on the stairs, the well

known step and joyous prattle of Mrs. Clitheroe ; and when, with ed, by narratives introduced without any connection

her usual foreign frankness, she tendered her arm to conduct me with the principal one—that it seems to have been the to the sitting room, I never was more excited by handing a celegreat aim of the author to endeavour, by every means, brated beauty to the top of a dance at the race ball. to swell out his work into a bulky volume. If, in- He means to say, that “he never was more excited stead of indulging this preposterous ambition, he had by handing a celebrated beauty to the top of a raceconfined himself to simple details, like Goldsmith or ball, than when Mrs. Clitheroe, with her usual frank.. Mackenzie, we are confident that he would have gain- ness, tendered her arm to conduct bim to the sitting ed more upon the sympathies of his readers.

room." But, instead of this, he bas made the hero We are not inclined to attribute these defects to hand the beauty at the race ball and be conducted by any want of talent; for we are convinced that the Mrs. Clitheroe both at the same time; for, if the memauthor of this volume is a man of very high powers. bers of the sentence be transposed, they will stand in Some of his descriptions, which are intended to illus- the same order, and convey a meaning just as good as trate character, are exceedingly good, and the scenes this, “I never was more happy in Tartary, when I which he has drawn at Glen-Falconar, as well as some was in London.” passages in the dialogue, are apt to remind us of Wa. Let us examine the foot of page 83. verley. The style in which the book is written is unu

By removing from ber father's roof, wbile yet unable to travel, sually free from the affectation so apparent in most a pretext was at once afforded for a temporary residence in the modern writers ; but, to oppose this, it is, in some in- town, without betraying my latent attachment. stances, obscure, and occasionally ungrammatical. For In vain we enquire, where is the subject to which the amusement of our readers we shall pick out a few the participle removing and the adjective unable refer? sentences, which, either by their cumbersomeness or It would have made sense in this way, By remov. bad arrangement, will shew how liable even a prac- ing from ber father's roof, &c. I had a pretext, &c.” tised writer is to fail in inastering the accuracies of The volume contains, besides Probation, two short our tongue.

stories, in one of which Selwyn is at last fitted with a We begin with the Introduction, which, as it is the wife. They are written with considerable talent. first specimen of an author's powers that meets the In concluding our notice, we beg those readers who reader's eye, is generally supposed to concentrate all may think that we have been less indulgent to the vohis abilities. Does the writer of the following sen- lume criticised, than the reputation of its author wartences suppose, that the vague and metaphysical ge- ranted, to consider, that it is only upon works, which neralities in which they abound, are half as expressive indicate talent one way or other, that we bestow any as plain English ?

attention, and that our strictures are intended to proIf it be asked why, amid a redundance of fictions of the most mote the object which we have always in view, the imsplendid and spirit-stirring description, the following simple pages provement and diffusion of taste in literature. were written, criticism may be disarmed by the reply of affection, that they were written, because every effort of memory, however superfluous, and every touch of the pencil, however feeble, which

ORIGINAL POETRY. recalled to the eye of fancy their delightful subject, was a source of positive gratification. Their publication has been dictated by a kindred motive, viz. : the hope that one whose element and vocation it was, during three quarters of a century, to do good—might per

My first, all ladies study much, chance be made, even now when unbappily no more, to contribute

Tho' changing as the summer weather ; indirectly to the same benevolent purpose.

Yet always found in lofty balls, If one flower, however dim and scentless, shall have heen added

Wbere beaus and belles may meet together. to the chaplet of departed worth, or one alleviation, however trilling, purchased for the ills of surviving penury, the author's unpretend

My second-pray, excuse the themeing object will have been attained.

Is where the animals reside,

Unseemly to the eyes of all, We might produce one or two instances of awk

Offensive to the llebrew's pride. ward construction, or of sentences beyond the standard length, and we might ask the author wbat he

My whole adorns the British fair,

The noblest jewel the meant by such phrases as “threatening a fever,(vide

The ornament of all the sex, p. 76); but, as we do not wish to be hypercritical, we

Which ever lovely will appear.

CHARADE FOR THE LADIES.

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CELEBS AND CLARISSA. In our number of Monday last, we hinted that our friend Celebs was making interest in certain quarters, in order to obtain an interview with our fair correspondent Clarissa, and in consequence we have this day received the following polite card from the lady. Though she seems extremely indifferent as to the uneasiness she may have occasioned the gentleman, and very coolly (we would almost say unfeelingly) hands him over to any other lady who may be inclined to listen " to all he's got to say;" still there is a secret something, in the female heart, that strongly inclines it to the side of mercy.

Before however hazarding our opinion, how far Clarissa's heart may be of this description, we shall consult Aunty Pyet on the affair, as it was on her authority we ventured to give the report, respecting Cælebs, a place in “ Cupid's Register.” Since writing the above, we have opened a parcel of communications, sent us by our publisher, among which we observe, a letter from the gentleman himself. We regret, however that our limits will not permit of its appearing in our present number, as we have a respect for both.

DISCOVERY OF H. STEPHEN'S NOTES TO CICERO. A few weeks ago we noticed the discovery of a valuable Greek commentary by Stephens, in the Vienna Library. Anotber discovery, equally interesting to the literary world, bas been made in a library at Orleans, where a folio edition of Cicero, (that printed by Charles Stephens in 1555,) with a broad margin, full of notes, signed by Henry Stepbens, has been brought to light. On one of its leaves appears the name of “ John,” which is conjectured to be the handwriting of John Scapula, the faithless clerk in H. Stephens' service, who plundered his employer of the • Treasury of the Greek Tongue.' This curious book was obviously destined for a reprint of a complete edition of Cicero's works; the same of which Stephens makes mention in the preface to bis · Castigationes in quamplurimos locos Ciceronis,'-a work which, however, was never brought before the public. Sixty pounds bave been already offered for the Cicero in question ; but the owner demands ninety-six (2400 francs,) and intends to present a tithe of that sum to the hospital at Lyons, where Henry Stephens closed his eyes.Atheneum.

Few poets,

To the Editor of The Dar. CLARISSA is happy to observe that her epistle bas led Celebs to entertain such favourable sentiments towards one at least of her sex; and if it inclines him, " albeit, unused to the melting mood,” to take compassion on one of the many fair ladies, whom bis amiable manners and appearance has so deeply captivated, she will have reason to congratulate herself, on her labours not having been in vain. As to herself, she is so completely enveloped in “ the mantle of indifference,” that, even having touched the heart of the invincible Calebs, cannot induce her to throw it aside. She has every reason, however, to trust, that the impression she has made will have no serious effect upon him;

For Heaven be thanked, we live in such an age,

When no man dies of love, but on the stage. Monday Morning.

MISCELLANEA. CRABBE, the Poet, whose death we recently announced, left behind him, quite finished, a rural poem of great beauty and simplicity, which is now in the hands of Mr. Murray. of the present or of the last centuary, have been more generally read or better understood than Crabbe. Surely it would be extremely desirable to publish an uniform, complete, and cheap edition of the whole, to appear periodically in volumes, after the plan of Lord Byron's works, especially if the edition was got up with equal neatness, both of printing and embellishments, and published at as cheap a rate.

Good breeding is indeed an amiable and persuasive thing: it beautifies the actions and even the looks of men. But equally odious is the grimace of good breeding. In comparison with this, bluntness is an accomplishment. The ape of a well-bred man is just as offensive as the well-bred man is agreeable : he is a puisance to his acquaintance. I am frighted at the affected smile, and the apish shrug. When these foul copies of courtiers throw their civil grin in one's face, it is as much as one can do to avoid spitting in theirs. A starched rogue, forcing smiles, is a more hideous sight than a mummy. He is a fugitive from nature; and it is notable impudence in such a creature to pretend to be courteous. -Gordon.

Tue HUNCHBACK FAMILY.-An individual at Antwerp gave a supper to 40 poor hunchbacks. He awarded a premium of 60 florins to him whose hunch was the most prominent, and who was also proclaimed “ king of the feast." Carriages were sent to bring the guests from their residences, and convey them back again when the festivities were concluded. They enjoyed the dance till a late hour in the night, and returned bome highly gratified with the kindness and generosity of their new Amphytrion. -Belgian Paper.

DEATH OF GENERAL WOLFE.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

The following account of the last moments of this distinguished Officer is extracted from Mr. James's “ Memoirs of Great Commanders,” just published. We will probably take an early opportunity of noticing this interesting and pleasing work by the author of “ Darnley."

“ The enemy approached steadily and quickly, firing as they came up; but, according to the general order, the British troops reserved their fire till the distance between the armies was parrowed to forty yards, when pouring it rapidly into the French line, they threw the advancing columns into some confusion. At that moment Wolfe gave the order to charge, and was leading on the Louisburg Grenadiers to attack the enemy with the bayonet, when he received a wound in his wrist, to which he paid no farther attention than by wrapping his handkerchief round it. An instant after, however, a second shot passed through his body; and before he fell, a third entered his right breast. He dropped immediately, and was carried insensible to the rear.

The troops still pressed on, and General Monkton, the second in command, who was leading on another regiment of Grenadiers, fell severely wounded a moment after. The French wavered ; and while their officers were making immense exertions to keep them to their ground, Montcalm was killed in the centre of the line. Nearly at the same moment each of the British regiments closed with their adversaries. The bayonets of the Grenadiers drove the enemy in confusion down the slope ; the Scotch regiments threw away their muskets and drew their broad-swords; the French dispersed in every direction, and the cry, • They run! They run !' echoed over the field.

“ Wolfe had lain without speech, and he though apparently revived from time to time, yet he never raised his head, and scarcely had animation returned for an instant before be again fainted away. At the moment when the French were finally put to flight, however, he was lying seemingly insensible: but at that cry · They run ! they run !' his eyes opened, and looking up, he demanded eagerly, Who run ?'

" • The French !' was the reply; "they are in full flight down the bill.' • Then, I thank God,' said the General, I die contented ; and with those words upon his lips General Wolfe expired.”

The Stanzas on the Death of Lord Byron's Mary, subscribed Z,” were misdirected. They have now reached us; but, from the cursory glance we have given them, it is our belief, they will not do for The Day.

We will endeavour to find room in our Monday's number, for another Chapter from Baillie Pirnie's Memoirs.

“Moral Poets of Great Britain, No. III. Jeremy Taylor, D. D." on Saturday.

A SOLEMN Conceit,” by the Author of “Wake, Lady, Wake,' will appear shortly,

In future all communications for the Editor of Tax Dar" are requested to be left with our Publisher, Mr. John Finlay, No. 9, Miller Street.

Having still great demands for No. 33, containing the Article on the “Cure and Prevention of the Cholera," and as all the Editions are sold off, this article, in a separate form, will now be found with our Publisher, at No. 9, Miller Street.

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