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Friday, Oct. 23, 1713. A GENTLEMAN wants for a servant, a sober genteel young lad, that can shave and dress wigs, and wears livery, and would like him the better if he could write. Such as can be well recom, mended as honest and sober, may enquire at Mr. Kenneth M“Kenzie, at the foot of the Canongate, where they may hear of a master, who will give them good encouragement and use them well.

Dec. 7, 1717. This is to advertise all Gentleman and others, that there is a good Hackney Coach going to London (if God permit) on the fifteenth day of this instant December, Edward James, coachman. They are to be agreed with at Thomas Gibb's in the Canongate.


The following Edict, published by a foreign Sovereign about fifty years ago, is, we hope, inapplicable to the present time, nevertheless it deserves a place in our periodical, to show the errors of a foriner age, and to warn the fair of the present day to avoid them :

“Whereas, the dangerous consequences arising from the use of stays are universally acknowledged to impair the health and impede the growth of the fair sex ; when, on the contrary, the suppression of that part of dress cannot but be effectual in strengthening their constitution. We hereby strictly enjoin, that, in all orphan houses, nunneries and other places, set apart for the public education of young girls, no stays of any kind shall be made use of, or encouraged from henceforth, and from this instant; and it is bereby farther hinted to all masters and mistresses of academies and boarding schools, that any girl wearing stays should not be received or countenanced in any such schools. We hereby also will and command, that it be enjoined to the college of physicians, that a dissertation, adapted to every one's capacity, be forth with composed, shewing how materially the growth of children of the female sex is injured by the use of stays, for the better iuformation of parents and schoolmasters who wish to procure a handsome shape to their children or pupils, as also, those who are not rich enough to alter the stays in proportion to the growth of such children, or having the means neglected to do it. The above dissertation shall be distributed gratis and dispersed among the public; the more so, as whole nations apacquainted with the use of stays, bring up a race of children remarkable for the healthiest constitutions."

Tue recent celebration of the centenary of the birth of this extraordinary man may make a few particulars of his life and labours acceptable at the present moment. And well may the term "extraordinary” be applied to Joseph Haydn—a man who shone, if not unmatched for musical genius, at least without an equal for industry and fecundity of imagination. His life was extended to the age of three-score and seventeen, from which the immaturity of childhood and the waning years of his later existence must be thrown off. In fact, the period of his musical career was com. prised between the age of eighteen, when he ventured before the public with his first quartett, and of seventy-three, when bis powers began to wane under the infirmity of advancing years. He left behind him an autograph, though incomplete, detail of his rare, un wearied, and successful diligence; and by this, it appears that between the years 1760 and 1805 (for in the former bis Symphony in d appeared), he had composed 118 symphonies, 83 quartetts (the last of which came out in an unfinished state in 1806, and was rendered mourofully interesting by the device on its titlepage—“ Alas! mine every power is withered !"+) 24 trios, 19 operas, 5 oratorios, 163 pieces for the tenor, 24 concertos for various instruments, 15 masses, 10 smaller pieces of church music, amongst others, the “ Stabat Mater” and “ Salve Regina," +4 sonatas for the piano, 42 German and Italian songs, 39 canons, 13 vocal pieces for more than one voice, 365 Scottish melodies, and a host of miscellaneous compositions. In no one individual was there perhaps ever combined more fertility of in vention, more mas. tery of science, more playfulness of humour, or a greater originality of easy and graceful imagination. After the twelve symphonies, which Haydn wrote for Salomon's Concerts, followed the Creation, that splendid achievement, which encircled the evening of his days with an immortality of glory. He composed it at the advanced age of sixty-tive, evidently in the enjoyment of unimpaired fresh. ness and vigour of mind; and it was first performed at Vienna. Even Wieland caught the enthusiasm, which Hadyn's master. piece had kindled under every European sky, nor did be rest until he had sung the praises of the Creation. The writer recollects, as it were but yesterday, paying his first visit to Haydn in the year 1799, and finding him busily engaged in composing the part of " Summer" in his delightful “ Seasons ;” at this time he bore bis years with a racy cheerfulness and vigour of intellect, of sybich three-score has but rarely the happiness to boast. Au isolated fact is frequently the index to a whole life. We remember bis giving as the theme to a canon, which a young artist was desirous of writing, these few but pitby words“ Let thy science be thy God, the world thou inbabitest, and thine own self !” --Athenæum.

+ Hin ist alle meine kraft !


ODDS AND ENDS. A SHORT time before our arrival at Hammerfest, a whale was found stranded in the bay. When the tide left it, the fishermen who found it, immediately began to flench it, and had actually cut a quantity of blubber off the back, when a person who resided near the spot, persuaded them it would be more profitable if it were towed into Hammerfest. They accordingly fixed two grapnels through its nostrils, and a hawser round its tail, with which they hauled it off at high water, and made it fast to two boats. It bad not been long in deep water before it began to evince signs of life, and soon after made a start off with the boats, which it dragged for twenty miles, although there was a sinart breeze at the time, and the fishermen in order to obstruct its progress, hoisted the sails and laid them flat aback to the mast. They were in the end compello ed to cut the rope, being in danger of swamping, and thus lost the fish. They were so much enraged with the person who persuaded them to remove the whale that they actually prosecuted bim for the advice he had given.- Clavering's Journal.

Homer, in the seventh book of the Odyssey, after describing Alcinou's palace, states, that the royal garden was four acres in extent, and that the fruits consisted of grapes, olives and figs

, which were watered by two fountains. Laertes' garden had the same fruits and also fountains. The garden of Calypso, in the fifth book of the Odyssey, seems to have been fixed upon by this semi-Goddess for its pleasing situation, without having owed avy thing to art or labour, more than the beautiful spots in Juan Fernandez or Tinian, when visited by Lord Anson.


To the Editor of The Day. Sir, I was much pleased with the frank, free, and lively epistle of your light-hearted correspondent, Miss Matchless, and I cannot sufficiently admire the simple and ingenious manner she proposes for becoming acquainted with the advertising Bachelor. Should such a plan, however, be inconsistent with that gentleman's notions of etiquette, I beg to inform Miss Matchless that there are a number of other bachelors, under a certain age, who will be happy to adopt her new method of introduction, and she has only to name a day after Thursday, and the distinguishing badge we are to wear, and she may depend upon our waiting her inspectiou. It has occurred to several of us, however, that while Miss Matchless is so very particular in her enquiries regarding personal appearance, it would be well were she to favour you with a wooden cut of her own physiognomy; for certain of our club maintain that, if she be the lady they suspect, her personal charms are not of the highest order, and that her vame, while it is strictly applicable to her as a spinster, is quite misapplied in reference to her beauty. Will Miss M. be kind enough to intimare, through the medium of The Day, the colour she proposes to fix for her summer dress, that when we see it in St. Vincent Street we may put on our good looks, and hail her with agreeable countenances ; for first impressions are often the most important, and a single look has done more in a moment than years of plotting and anxiety could effect. I shall conclude in the words of Moore's Anacreon

Woman! be fair, we must adore thee,
Smile, and a world is weak before thee.

ANOTHER BACHELOR. George's Street, Tuesday.

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“R. R.’s" enigma is so obscure, that we cannot discover whether the author writes in prose or verse.

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you will no get noting else to put in it. De Scotch

people are so very fond of der own Mr. Punch, dat IMAGINE not, gentle reader, from the title of this arti

they will give noting to any oder Mr. Punch. cle, that we are about to manufacture for thee that

Judy.Dat is de very bad news indeed, Mr. Punch; matchless mead and never-to-be-neglected nectar of our but what sort of fellow is dis Scotch Mr. Punch. far-famed city—that we have already, with a well tu- Punch.-I no see him, but he must be one very tored eye, tossed the requisite lumps of double-refined droll fellow, one very comical fellow, one very queer into the mandarin china bowl—have squeezed there- fellow, one perfect devil of a fellow-for am told, de upon, free from all essential oil, a goodly half-dozen of people of Glasgow will sit and see him from five round, thin-skinned lemons—have poured in half a bot

o'clock in de afternoon, till two of de clock in de morntle of fine flavoured Jamaica_saturating the whole with ing! dat is ten hours' performance, and dat tho their the contents of a huge pitcher of iced water-that we, neighbour's house be all in de fire, they will not leave in fact, having completed the witching brewst by a top

Mr. Punch, no upon no account. Ah, dis dam Glasdressing of Babama limes, are now about to upraise, gow Punch he play de very devil with oder men of with an air of self-complacency at our own powers, a talent and taste dat come to de town-he must be one full brimmer of the well skinked beverage to our lips, terrible grand cleber fellow. and to ask thee if thou hadst the heart to refuse to join Judy.Where does he put up his box?

Would that we could indeed welcome thee at a Punch.-Box !! de skounderell ! be no want no board, and round a bowl redolent with such insinuating box; he play his dam trick in de people's houses, and and conversable liquor—sure are we that our humble he is to be found at de first tables in de city, where he endeavours to cater for thy pleasure, and to minister to is as welcome as de sun dat shines. thy instruction, would be more easily accomplished. Judy.-Does he quarrel wid his wife, as you do Then might we, indeed, occasionally pawn upon thee, with your Judy, Mister Punch ? without fear, a Joe Miller for an original joke, and a Punch.-01 no, no, no, no I no hear dat, but he plate of “cauld kale het again" for some perfectly no- make oder men quarrel with their Judys, and dat is vel potage. But alas ! this idea—the idea of congre- much worse thing. gating the many thousand readers of “ The Day" round

Judy.No, no, Mister Punch, dat is much better to

thing; I wish you was one Glasgow Panch, den de join in drinking success to our undertaking—is altoge- quet house would be with us. ther preposterous. The famousTunat Heidelberg, though Punch.--Ah! Judy, don't speak to me, I have one filled to the brim, would not afford each even a single

very great big melancholy at my heart-ah! dis dam bumper—and what in the name of Bacchus is one bum

Glasgow Punch dat starve poor strauger Punch, I per, or one bowl of Glasgow Punch ?

have got de big pain at my stomach. No, no, gentle reader, sanguine though we be, we Judy.-My dear Mr. Punch, I will send to de bave never once dreamt of having it in our power to doctor for your stomach ? quaff with thee, and thy congregated fellows, this drink

Punch.-Ah! Judy, Judy, de cook be de best of the Gods. The Punch to which we now invite

doctor for de pain in de stomach. thee is calculated—not for snug parties with their limbs Judy. I will send for de doctor for all dat. He will stretched under the mahogany, but for crowds standing tell what to do wid dis Glasgow Punch, and dat, may bolt upright in the street—not for a narrow, confined, be, will take de big melancholy from your heart and and cabined circlembut for a wide, mixed, and popular de pain from your stomach ? assembly. To lay this metaphor aside, we now pur- Punch.—My dear Judy, you are de great good pose introducing thee to a legitimate and worthy des

sense woman—it is one million pities that a man of cendant of the famous Pulicinello, who was in the cus

my great big merits should be starved in this great tom of keeping the Piazza San Marco in a constant big city. gafsaw with his oddities and quiddities, with his sly

Judy.--Hush ! der is de doctor's foot on de stair hits and his sarcastic inuendos; and who, on the Rialto, already ? or at the Logetto, whispered secrets, which even the

[ENTER Doctor.] Doge and his Council, with all their spies and lions mouths to boot, could not discover; and sported enig

Doctor.- Well, Sir, what is the matter with you ? mas that set all the courtiers of Venice on the rack to

Punch.- Ah ! big melancholy at my heart and big solve. This celebrated character, and his no less con

pain at my stomach. spicuous helpmate have just made their appearance in

Doctor -Put out your tongue ?

Punch.-Der. our city : what encouragement they are likely to meet with, will be better collected from their own mouths

Doctor.— It seems very clean. thap

Punch.-Clean ! very too much clean, dis is one information we can give on the subject :any [Scene FIRST-Punch and Judy.]

grand town for clean tongue.

Doctor.- What is your regular diet ? Judy.Ah, my dear Mr. Punch, what makes you Punch.—Regular diet ! I not know what dat mean, look so very sad, and hold your head upon your hand, I have had no regular diet, nor any oder diet, since I as if you were not in no good health ?

came to dis place. Punch.Ah! Judy, my dear, we have left our own Doctor.- Who are you ? kongtrie, and come to one no good place. I have Punch.Der is my card. come, for know dat der is one Mr. Punch here alrea- Doctor.–What! Mr. Punch, the celebrated perdy and he take all de money; so Judy, my dear, you former, come to town! may put your thumb in your mout, for I fear very bad Punch.-Just de same, I have been celebrated all

« Sweet Nature's every sense,
The air salubrious of her lofty hills,
The cheering fragrance of her dewy vales,
And music of her woods-no works of man
May rival these, the se all bespeak a power
Peculiar, and exclusively her own.


of money.

over Europe as a man of great talents and wonderful and, Judy, you come dis way, my dear, till we talk of merit.

de matter, ah—dis be de bad place for de man of genius. Doctor.–And you have come here expecting to live - Curtain Drops.] by your merit; ah ! Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch, if that is your intention, I fear you must mess with the cha

TWO DAYS AT KILLARNEY. meleon. Our air is thick, no doubt, but it will not keep up that paunch of yours, or I am much mistaken. I understand your complaint now, but don't be alarm. ed, it is nothing uncommon. All men of talent, whether they sport the buskin, or devote themselves to literary pursuits, are affected by a lowness of spirits, and pains in the stomach, when they come to Glasgow, and the only thing I prescribe for such patients is a change of It has been truly said by the poet from whose pages air as soon as possible. Even men of merit, that be- these lines are taken, that long to our city, are obliged to go to other places in “ God made the country, and man made the town;" order to get cured of such complaints. So don't be for however glorious may be the works of man, howalarmed, Mr. Punch, it is not cholera, but a disease in

ever enduring their sway, what are their glories and digenous to our town.

duration to the ever-green fields, what their splendours Punch.Dat may be all true, Doctor ; but I am to the towering mountains or the nobly-spreading lakes? come for to know dat der is a rival of mine dat de call

What are the charms of a life pent up amidst the smoke de Glasgow Punch, dat is the great big enemy to de and misery of a town, to those which may be enjoyed success of all men of talent.

by him who wanders forth to breathe the free air of Doctor.-(winking to Judy)-0 yes, Mr. Punch, heaven, amidst the inspiring, though perchance soliI know that fellow; he has got the Glasgow people tary, lakes and glens, whither Nature is ever inviting entirely under his thumb; had you all the merit in the his footsteps ? world it would be vain for you to contest the palm with A few summers ago, somewhat embued with these him.

feelings, after having returned to Dublin from a visit to Punch.— I am come for to know he make big sum the vale of Ovoca, and the other beauties of County

Wicklow, we resolved to extend our wanderings to the Doctor.All true, Mr. Punch : there are large sums far-famed Lakes of Killarney. The intermediate jourmoney expended on him; he is a most bewitching fellow, neying we shall pass rapidly over—at Limerick we saw and has a delightful flavour in the nostrils of the public. the stone where the noted treaty was signed ; and,

Punch.-Oh de dam skounderell, he just lead de moving quickly onwards to Tralee ; on the afternoon public by de nose.

of the third day reached the small and dull town of Doctor.-That is just the bridle by which the public Killarney. The Lakes are situated at a distance of ought to be led, Mr. Punch ; but in place of calling about two miles from the town, and the afternoon being your rival bad names, you ought to set about learning delightful, we obtained our first look of the Lower the tricks by which he fascinates the public.

Lake by a walk to Ross Castle. The view that prePunch.—But how can I do dat, when I only hear sented itself to us from this spot is extensive—in the of him, and never see him at all—at all ?

distance we beheld the majestic and bold heights of Doctor.–To be serious with you, Mr. Punch, your Glenà, and the stupendous Mangerton, which seemed rival, whom you are so much afraid of, is nothing to frown in sullen dignity over the milder beauties of more than a “pet tipple,” which goes by your name, the Lake, which lay at its base in a state of the most and, if you will learn to make it to perfection, you will peaceful repose. be more welcome to the tables of our wealthy citizens, Though having every disposition to linger o'er the than if you had written the Letters of Junius, the

scene, yet our stay being unfortunately limited to the Pleasures of Hope, or even the Waverley Novels them- short

space of two days, we resolved at all events to selves. To squeeze a lemon to the fancy of our cits is, extend them to the utmost limits wbich the season afin their opinion, the highest of all human accomplish- forded. With that end, we were early on foot next ments, and, were you fortunate enough to discover any morning, and having the aid of hardy, sure-footed Kerry improvement in the art of giving a top-dressing to a ponies, pursued our way towards the Gap of Dunloe. bowl of their favourite nectar, you might reckon your- This is a wild mountain pass, formed between the hills, self a made man.

which on both sides are quite precipitous, with imPunch. And I would no more be troubled wid de

mense masses of rock lying about in every direction, pain in de stomach, nor have de clean tongue, nor de and frequently threatening to interrupt the path of the clean teeth ? Ah, my dear Doctor, tell me how I may traveller.come for be taught to make dis grand liqueur.

Crags, knolls and mounds, confusedly hurled, Doctor.—You are a great genius, Mr. Punch ; and,

The fragments of an earlier world." after you get a little knowledge of it, you may make We have never seen Glencoe; but assuredly Glencroe discoveries and improvements that may hit the taste of

presents nothing to equal the dreary sublimity of the our citizens, and, if you are so lucky, you will receive

scenery through which we now passed. A gloomy pool more encouragement and patronage than if you had

attracted our attention at a part of the rugged road, discovered a new planet, or found out the way to the

where, bad we not possessed the most unlimited conNorth Pole. So, Mr. Punch, give up all your wit and fidence in our sturdy ponies, the dread of being precihumour, flights of fancy and ingenious devices, which

pitated into these dreary waters, would have quickly have drawn so much applause upon you in other places, dispelled our ideas of the sublime : as it was, the slight and learn to become an honest pains-taking publican, idea of fear served but to increase the feeling produced hang up a sign of yourself at the door, with a lemon

by the surrounding grandeur of the scene. in the one hand and a ladle in the other : you will be

Leaving Dunloe, we rode on through the valley of sure of full houses every night, always bumpers, Mr. Comme Duff

, and, having sent our ponies back to KilPunch, always bumpers.

larney, proceeded to Gheramine, the abode of Lord BranPunch.- Shaking his head.)-Ah, mine Got, but

don, on the borders of the Upper Lake. His Lordship dis be one dam degradation for de man of talent.

being from home, we found our way to his sanctumDoctor.-Nothing else will do in Glasgow, Mr.

a few books, and some implements and trophies of the Punch-remember the clean tongue.

chase, were alone worthy of note in this secluded haPunch.—Ah, de devil take .de clean tongue-vill

, bitation, the whole aspect of which presented a picture vill, I vill think of it—and you come back and teach of the most morbid desolation. me how to be de publican, and how to make de punch- We now embarked in the boat which had been or

dered to wait us at this point, and found it well pro- to be seen—a few goats are observed scrambling vided with the ammunition suitable for a cruize. Our amongst the rocks, the only abodes of whose owners are bugle sounded a merry peal, and we moved forward in caverns hollowed out of the rocks. amongst

We now descended from Mangerton, and next reachThe fairy crowds

ed the Abbey of Mucruss, a relic of the olden times Of islands, which together lie,

and in a very fine state of preservation. In the inteAs quietly as spots of sky

rior of the choir, which is gloomy in the extreme, are, Among the evening clouds.

piled in numerous fantastic shapes, the last remains of The Upper Lake, on whose waters we now were many bye-gone generations—a more ghastly rememembarked, is about three miles in length, is completely brancer of the futility of earthly desires could scarce surrounded with hills, and, as the narrow river or be presented. pass, which unites it with the Lower and Turk Lakes,

“ To what base uses we may return." is entirely concealed amidst the islands and projecting The noble dust of Alexander was certainly more usepoints of land, the quiet seclusion of the scene over- fully employed, if we imagine it stopping a hole, than powers the mind with a feeling which may be enjoyed,

to suppose his “chop-fallen" skull surmounting a fanbut not easily described.

tastic pyramid in the Abbey of Mucruss. We landed opposite to an immense overhanging

We were once more upon the borders of the Lough, rock, named the Eagle's Nest, and, as our gunner dis- and found the boat waiting our arrival, provided as in charged a cannon, listened to the surprizing echo pro

the previous day's excursion. After a renewal of

yesceeding from this rock, which, like tremendous peals terday's treat, of Arbutus dressed salmon, in a hut in of thunder, was reverberated an amazing number of one of the islands, we coasted round the Turk Lake, times, until it gradually died away, as the sound ap- which we bad not yesterday been able to visit. This peared to depart in the distance. Again continuing Lake, which may be about two miles in length, is per. our course towards the Lower Lake, through the con

haps the most enchanting of the three. It is indented necting passage, or river, we reached a point, where

by numerous little bays, richly wooded, which, from the current runs down with immense rapidity—the being narrow at the entrance, or protected by islands, oars were laid aside and we were hurried, with amaz- have all the effect, when sailing round them, of sepaing quickness, into Glenà bay. This beautiful spot

rate though miniature lakes, and present a most piclies at the upper part of the Lower Lake, and com

turesque and secluded aspect. mands an enlivening view of a considerable part of The ascent of Mangerton had occupied so much of its variegated extent. Here we unloaded the stores our time that night beginning to come un apace, we had from the boat, and, entering a little cottage, embosom

with regret to leave many spots unvisited, near which ed amidst the most luxuriant wood, at the foot of we might else bave lingered. But many pleasing reGlenà mountain, with appetites sharpened by the brac- collections have the two days spent around Lough ing air of Loch Lein, made a most comfortable repast. Lein left onour minds, and, though probably never desWe had, in addition to what our boat afforded, some tined again to revisit its woods and glens, it is likely excellent salmon newly caught from the Lough. long to remain a delightful source of reminiscence to

We once more embarked, and, proceeding over the those friends who shared with us the enjoyments of splendid expanse of the Lower Lake, shooting swiftly

the scene. past numerous richly-wooded islands, approached the We got back rather late to Killarney, and wound np deeply-indented rocks of Ross Island, from the shores

the pleasures of the day by hearing the enchanting of which we had obtained the first view of the Lake

strains of the Irish pipe, sounded by one who well unon the previous evening. Here the bugle was in re

derstood the touching and simple melodies of his native quisition, and, amidst the delightful quiet of a sum- land. Next morning we bade farewell to Killarney, mer evening, called forth a numerous host of echoes.

and arrived the same evening at Cork, from whence we The boatmen, also, beld a supposed conversation with

returned, by Kilkenny, &c. to Dublin. a person on shore, which did not, however, like an Irish echo that we have somewhere heard of, produce

MISCELLANEA. an answer from the rocks--some rather long sentences were, however, repeated with the most amazing dis- A REMARKABLE INSTANCE OF Sensible REPARTEE IN A Lun. tinctness, from different quarters. We now landed,

ATIC.— A gentleman of the name of Man, who resided at Deptford, and, aided by the refreshed vigour of our ponies, were

and had a place in the Custom-house, having constantly finished

his business at two o'clock, used generally to go home then to dinspeedily seated in the hotel at Killarney.

In his walk he frequently met a gentleman who lived in The last morning we could devote to the scenery of that neighbourhood, who was known to be disordered in his inLough Lein, having dawned, we again mounted our tellects, but whose conduct had always been inoffensive. It hapfriendly ponies, and, attended by a bugleman and

pened one day that the madman met him on the causeway, and,

having a large stick in his band when he came opposite to Mr. guide, prepared for the ascent of Mangerton. The

Man, he made a sudden stop, and striking one end of the stick on view of the Lakes, which gradually opened upon us as the ground, he held it with both his bands, and sternly pronounced, we ascended the mountain, became truly splendid and “ Who are you, Sir ?” The other not at all alarmed, and willing to exhilerating The coast near Bantry, the Tralee soothe his assailant with a pun, replied, “ Why, Sir, I am a double and other mountains, were distinctly seen, forming as

man; I am Man by name, and man by nature.” “ Are you so?" a whole, a prospect of the most commanding descrip

says the insane; “Why I am a man beside myself, and we two

will fight you two"- Immediately upon which he knocked Mr. tion.

Man into the ditch, and deliberately walked off.
“ Now we've gained the mountain's brow,
What a landscape lies below!

No clouds, no vapours intervene,
But the gay, the open scene ;
Does the face of nature show,

In all the hues of heaven's bow,

A minnow by the sunny brink,
And, swelling to embrace the light,

Of waters soon to freeze;
Spreads around beneath the sight."

A little bird, that cannot think

On storms and leafless trees.
Having surveyed and drank out of the Devil's Punch
Bowl, a dark and very cold pool of some extent, very

A flower sprung in a wintry vale,

To smile amid the gloom, near the summit of the mountain, we descended a short

And sweetly scent the passing gale way down the Glen of the Horse. The sides of this

That bears away its bloom. glen are very precipitous, and we found that careful

The violet, lily, and the rose, footsteps are required of those who would proceed

Blend in her mien together ; with security. A more desolate, gloomy spot cannot

Alas! that summer ere should close, well be imagined—no traces of human habitations are

And leave sucb towers to wither.



As every trait of our National Bard is an object of interest, it is with pleasure we present our readers with the foll wing letter, written by him, to a friend in Paisley; although merely a business letter, our readers will perceive, in several sentences, the spirit of the Bard, bursting the trammels of mercantile correspondence, and expressing itself in unison with the real feelings of his heart. We beg again to offer our gratitude to the Lady who has so kindly presented us with this relic, as well as the letter of Lord Lovat, we formerly published. Dear Sir, I am sorry I was out of Edinburgh, making a slight pilgrimage to the classic scenes of this country, when I was favoured with your's of the Ilth inst., enclosing an order of the Paisley Banking Company on the Royal Bank, for twenty pounds seven shillings sterling, payment in full, after carriage deducted, for ninety copies of my book I sent you. According to your motions, I see you will have left Scotland before this reaches you, otherwise I would send you Holy Willie with all my heart. I was so hurried that I absolutely forgot several things I ought to have minded-among the rest, sending books to Mr. any order of your's will be answered at Creech's shop. You will please remember that non-subscribers pay six shillings : this is Creech's profit, but those who have subscribed, though their names may have been neglected in the printed list, which is very incorrect, they are supplied at the subscription price. I was not at Glasgow, nor do I intend for London, and I think Mrs. Fame is very idle to tell so many lies on a poor poet.

When you or Mr. write for copies, if you should want any, direct to Mr. Hill, at Mr. Creech's shop, and I write to Mr. Hill by this post to answer either of your orders. Hill is Mr. C.'s first clerk, and Creech, himself, is presently in London. I suppose I shall have the pleasure, by your return to Paisley, of assuring you how much I am, dear Sir, your obliged humble servant,

RoBt. Burns. Berrywell, near Dunse, May 17th, 1787.

; but

do so by mine." This proposal being acceded to, young Williams instantly leapt overboard, swam to bis opponent's dog, secured him in preference to his own, returned to the vessel, and, with the animal under his arm, was bauled up by a rope which had been thrown over the side for him to hold by. His comrade then took his sousing in turn, to the high delight of young Williams, and was equally successful in saving the life of the other poor brute. The matter did not rest here; the youths bad been guilty of a breach of orders in thus risking their lives, and were each sent to the mast-bead by way of penance.- When far advanced in years, the kind-bearted Admiral declared, that there was scarcely any circumstance in his life he reflected on with greater satisfaction than tbat of having been instrumental in saving the lives of these dogs : so true is it, that bravery and humanity are closely allied.

SEBASTIANI.— Sebastiani, in whose military command this district was comprised, was a person who betrayed no compunction in carrying the abominable edict of M. Soult into effect; and scarcely a day past in which several prisoners were not put to death in Granada in conformity to that decrec. Among the in. stances of heroic virtue which were displayed here during the con. tinuance of this tyranny, there are two which were gratefully acknowledged by the national Government. Lorenzo Teyxeyro, an inhabitant of Granada, who had performed the dangerous ser. vice of coinmunicating intelligence to the nearest Spavish general, was discovered, and might have saved his life if he would have named the persons through whom the communication was carried on; but he was true to them as he had been to his country, and suffered death contentedly. The other instance was attended with more tragic circumstances. Captain Vicente Moreno, who was serving with the mountaineers of Ronda, was made prisoner, carried to Granada, and there had the alternative proposed to him of suffering by the hangman, or entering into the Intruder's service. Sebastiani showed much solicitude to prevail upon this officer, having, it may be believed, some feeling of humanity, if not some fore-feeling of the opprobrium which such acts of wickedness draw after them in this world, and of the account which is to be ren. dered for them in the next. Moreno's wife and four children were therefore, by the General's orders, brought to bim when he was upon the scaffold, to see if their entreaties would shake bis resolution; but Moreno, with the courage of a martyr, bade ber withdraw, and teach her sons to remember the example he vas about to give them, and to serve their country, as he bad done, honourably and dutifully to che last. This murder provoked a public retaliation which the Spaniards seldom exercised, but -when they did upon a tremendous scale. Gonzales, who was member in the Cortes for Jaen, had served with Moreno, and loved him as such a man deserved to be loved ; and by his orders seventy French prisoners were put to death at Marbella. – Southey,

The Reign or Elizabeth - Was the golden period of cosmetics. The beaux of that day, it is evident, used the abominable art of painting their faces, as well as the women. Our old comedies abound with perpetual allusions to oils, tinctures, quivtessences, pomatums, perfumes, paint, white and red, &c. One of their prime cosmetics was a frequent use of the bath, and the aplication of wine. Strutt quotes, from an old MS. a recipe to make the face of a beautiful red colour. The person was to be in a bath, that he might perspire, and afterwards wash his face with wine, and “so should be faire and roddy.” In Mr. Lodge's “ Illustrations of British History," I observe a letter from the Earl of Shrewsbury, who had the keeping of the unfortunate Queen of Scots. The Earl notices that the Queen bathed in wine, and complains of the expense, and requires a further allowance. learned professor informed me, on my pointing out this passage, that white wine was used for these purposes. They also made a bath of milk. Elder beauties bathed in wine to get rid of their wrinkles, and perhaps not without reason, wine certainly being a great astringent. Unwrinkled beauties bathed in milk, to preserve the softness and smoothness the skin. Our venerable beauties of the Elizabethean age, were initiated coquettes, and the mysteries of their toilet might be worth unveiling.D'Israeli.

LACONICS. (From the Album Wreath.)

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions.

There is no faith so firm as that which has never been called in question.

Vivid imaginations present and occasion a thousand inconveni. ences that dull souls are not liable to, or sensible of. - Zimmerman.

Oh! cruel girl, I did but steal one kiss,

And you have stolen away my heart for this. He that wishes to content his desires by the possession of what he wishes for, is like him who endeavours to put out fire with


The most important and awful precept of the day, is its departure.

Replies are not always answers.

Compliments fill up the hiatus, when intellect, sincerity, or affection are mute.

Confessing a folly is an act of judgment, a compliment we often refuse to pass on ourselves.

Happiness is the shadow of contentment, and rests or moves for ever with its original.

There is an alloted sphere for every species of ability.

To be happy at home, is the ultimate result of all ambition, the end to which every enterprise and labour tends. -Dr Johnson.

In bature, movement is life: but, repose is life in sculpture.



We do not recollect having received the contribution « L." al. ludes to; we should, however, prefer an article in prose ratber than in verse.

“ Finis" ought to be contented with the present enviable situation of his verses. We generally decline the contents of Albums.

“ Z." is a comical fellow.
“ Miss Wimpleton” without delay.


ANECDOTE OF ADMIRAL WILLIAMS FREEMAN.-The last number of the United Service Journal contains a memoir of the distinguished vaval services, during the American war, of the late venerable Adiniral of the Fleet, William Peere Williams Free

The following anecdote of him, whilst a youth, is characteristic of the man. When a midsbipman, serving on a foreign station, young Williams (for he did not take the name of Freeman until late in life), and a brother Mid, had each a favourite dog on board their vessel: Williams's dog bad by some means given offence to the other youuker, who threatened to throw the animal overboard. “ If you do,” rejoined Williams, “ then yours shall follow;" and he accordingly kept his word. Enraged at the loss of his dog, the other Mid came up to Williams and demanded satisfaction, challenging him to fight. “ Be calm, Sir," said Williams coolly, “ you bave acted most brutally towards my poor dog, and I have retaliated on yours, as I promised I would do ; you are entitled to no satisfaction from me, but your unoffending dog is : I therefore propose to save the life of yours, if you will

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