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tor, remarked that, whatever might be the misery of an Irish cabin, it was far surpassed by the miserable

huts, raised on the side of the road in the neighbour-
Oh ye ! who, sunk in beds of down,
Feel not a want but what yourselves create,

hood of Port-Patrick and Stranraer.
Think, for a moment, on his wretched fate,
Whom friends and fortune quite disown!

Another correspondent, who had visited the place,
BURNS' WINTER NIGHT. replied that these very huts were erected and inhabited

by Irishmen; and thus, what was supposed to be a IRELAND, poetically described, as "the emerald

specimen of Scottish wretchedness was only a proof

of Irish contentment. of the western world," has long been the abode of su

The notions of the Scottish and Irish peasants, in preme wretchedness and misery. Yet, from the balmy softness of her atmosphere, the richness of her soil,

regard to domestic comfort, are as different as possible.

Take a Scottish peasant of the lowest rank, and you the purity and number of her mountain streams, and the facilities of her numerous bays and harbours, Ire

shall find him not only possessed of his little comforts, land, of all countries in the world, seems by heaven,

but aspiring at luxuries. Whilst the Irish peasant is to have been destined to happiness and civilization.

content with a house, and a dress, eqnally insufficient Instead of a people delighting in the enjoyment of these

to protect him from the inclemency of the weather

the Scotsman has a house substantially built, tolerably blessings, year after year only adds another mark in

well furnished, and its chest contains his suit of Sunday the register of their misfortunes, another figure to the

clothes, without which he neither could expect the falong addition of their sorrows and of their miseries.

vour of his friends nor the smiles of the fair. He never During the mighty changes that have taken place in the course of the last seventy years, in which the most

thinks of marriage, till all that we have mentioned has remote nations of Europe have been making rapid and

been acquired. Habits of foresight are thus formed, as

soon as he enters active life, and generally secure to valuable improvements-Ireland, like some excom

him a respected manhood, and a comfortable old age. municated spot, remains isolated, amid the tide of civil

Behold the contrast. The luxuries of an Irish “mud ization that surrounds it, and becomes more miserable

tenement” are thus graphically described by an eye and more helpless, as her dark history advances.

witness :* We call the attention of our readers more peculiar- * I was met by the father at the door, bending ly to this subject now, because that admirable and

double to get out, he had a beard that would not have statesman-like measure of the Duke of Wellington, disgraced an ancient Israelite. He was without shoes the Catholic Relief Bill, gives the cause of Ireland less

or stockings, and with a coat which appeared as if the. power in its appeals.

first blast of wind would tear it to tatters. As I was Whilst she saffered, under the restrictions which about to enter, I found permission from another quarthe Relief Bill remo

noved, Ireland had a elaim upon us, ter was necessary-a pig which was fastened to a stake because she was persecuted: now she can only hope driven into the floor, with length of rope sufficient to for sympathy because she is wretched. Unfortunately permit him the enjoyment of sun and air, demanded too, her warm-hearted sons bave of late become the

some courtesy. A child was sleeping on a board by dupes of political quacks, who, perceiving that the the fire, two or three children crowded around the Relief Bill deprived them of the only topic on which mother in ragged garments; whilst the dress of the they could reasonably expatiate on her wrongs, have poor woman was scarcely sufficient to satisfy decency. not failed by chimeras, as foolish as they are imprac- The furniture consisted of an iron pot, a sack stuffed ticable, to keep her continually agitated : so that her

with straw, and a single blanket, which at night served best friends feel that legislation, in her present state, for a covering to the whole family." would in some measure be useless, and therefore they Henry Lord Claredon, who was Lord Lieutenant believe it wiser to allow the violent stage of the fever of Ireland, about the year 1680-6, expressly states, to subside, rather than, in her present state, to attempt that the “ scarcity of the people is the greatest want to direct the patient.

of this country." Swift, at the commencement of last Those who have only visited some of the principal century, says" as this is the only christian country towns and cities of Ireland, who have rapidly admired where the people are the poverty, and not the riches the regularity of her streets, and the magnificence of of the nation, so the blessing—increase and multiplyher public buildings, and who have participated in the is by us converted into a curse." And the ratio in splendid hospitalities of her merchants, can have little which population has since that time proceeded almost to tell of the real condition of her population. Although justifies the observation. the poor of her towns may be numerous and wretched, This enormous increase is to be attributed to the they are not the persons who demand our attention. depth of wretchedness in which the Irish peasantry It is her peasantry with whom we have to do, whose have been accustomed to live. There are no manufacnumbers are so great, as not only to overrun their na- tures to stimulate, few resident proprietors to introduce tive soil, but in multitudes to invade the western har. improvements, and a too general want of education to bours and coasts of both England and Scotland. enlighten them ; thus they become callous to every

In the west of Scotland, for a long time past, colonies thing beyond their miserable dwelling, and drag out an of expatriated Irishmen have been established. A cor- existence on a root which almost grows spontaneously respondence apon this subject appeared in a Glasgow around their cabins. newspaper.* An acute traveller, in a letter to the edi.

By the question, “can we do any thing for Ireland ?" Glasgow Chronicle.

• Mr. Curwen.


we are naturally led to consider the most obvious

BALLOONS-A FRAGMENT means for her relief, and the subject of tithes claims

(Translated from the German.) our first notice.

We have, of course, all due veneration for the Church of England, but it does not extend so far as

LET go, my lads,” cried the aeronaut. “ All gone, Sir,"anto induce us to believe her, at all times, either imma

swered his assistants; and, free from all its bonds, the air-ball culate or unreasonable. Perhaps her sway in Ireland,

soared majectically aloft—its gaudy colours and variegated hues where the Presbyterian Dissenters and Roman Catho- glancing gaily in the summer's suu. The aeronaut waved his lics make her number appear as nothing, might be

hat-five thousand mouths gaped wide in uorestrained astonisbmore conveniently curtailed than any where else.

ment-a hundred thousand eyes stared as if they would have started But this is not the question. We desire to secure for from their sockets—and the repeated clapping of a hundred thouher all that she possesses now, provided she will give sand hands---loudly testified the delight of the admiring multiup all other claims for the future. Ascertain, then, tude. exactly, the lands that paid tithe in 1831, and say

I stood amidst the applauding throng, and the ideas conjured up these, and these lands only, shall, in future, be liable by the spectacle, brought the tears into my eyes. The balloon and to such payments : whatever uncultivated lands did its occupant soon were lost to view amongst the clouds, and I sapk not last year pay tithes shall be exempted from them into a reverie on the depth and the daring of th understanding of for ever.

By the adoption of such a measure, all the right of I was moved by seeing, not far from where I had placed mytithes belonging to the church in 1831, will be secured self, a little diminutive old man, evidently much annoyed by the to her, whilst a premium of ten per cent. will be in- pressure he was forced to sustain from the crowd surrounding him stantaneously held out for the improvement of waste on every side. It was really not easy to say of what country this lands, and for the enclosure and amelioration of ex- queer-looking old fellow might be. His beard, long and white tensive and uncultivated districts of Ireland. It is with age, seemed to proclaim him a Mussulman—his complexion admitted by the defenders of tithes, that their effect a Bramin from the coast of Malabar, and his dress was evidently is “to check the enclosure of waste land,*" " and to that of a Greek of the age of Apollonius of Tyre. His small deepprevent estates being so beneficial to the proprietors

set, yet keen grey eyes, glanced brightly as he occasionally turned as they would otherwise bet”—both disadvantages them to the heavens—the sneering smile of derision and of pity are worth overcoming, and this we have proposed to

played around his thin sharp lips, and bis bald and shining head, do without detriment to the church.

as if oppressed by the intensity of the thoughts that filled it, rolled Since the advocates for tithes admit what we have

in alternate movement from the one shoulder to the otber. quoted, when tithes exist, the important converse

The tout ensemble of the man, his curious grimaces, and his evi. takes place when they do not exist. Hence, waste

dent want of sympathy with the joyous scene around began, only lands, exempted from tithes, would be enclosed, and landlords would be benefitted. But waste lands can

in a slight degree, however, to excite my choler. I forced my not be cultivated without capital, and that capital must

way close up to him. “ I say, my old fellow," said I, “old fel. be employed in labour, and thus a source of paid

low, I say, thank your stars that you are permitted (before you labour would immediately be participated in by the

hop the twig) to witness a scene like this." “ Thank my stars, Irish peasant.

indeed !" replied old bald-pate, with a grin of scorn, “ shortWhere the industrious peasantry prevails, we have

sighted son of this short-sighted age, I pity you—I do indeed—I generally a moral population. Where there is a mo- pity you, but I am silent.” “ Pity me, you may, and that as ral population, property is always secure. Ireland much as you please ; but, why be silent? Why not say for what? naturally possesses the most tempting resources for Come, speak out; taciturnity is not often a fault of old age." the manufacturer and merchant ; for the former, the “ Old !” he replied, “old! what do you call old ?"

“ Why, one cheapness of labour, and the numerous rivers adapted who, like you, carries four-fifths of a century on his bending for driving machinery; and, for the latter, her west shoulders; him I call old;" retorted I, somewbat snappishly; for, coast possesses unparalleled facilities for foreign trade. really, he could'nt be a year less. “ Four-fifths of a century? But property, nay, even life is insecure, consequently ho! bo ! ho !” (he laughed aloud, and his laugh was the most capital cannot be embarked for her benefit. Other- unjoyous I ever remember to have heard.) « Well, I never wise, a country exempted from all direct taxes, possess- could have expected to be taken for such a youngster-ho! ho! ho!" ing a superabundant population, free from tithes in

(a youngster of eighty, thought I to myself ; nay, he must be some of her districts, as we propose, and having so joking now.) “ Thank ye, young man,” he continued, “ my many natural advantages, would, ere long, be no des

eldest son, at the building of Nineveh, was killed by the fall of a picable rival to the industrious inhabitants of England

tile, which hit him on the head, and fractured his skull; yes,” he and Scotland.

added, in a louder tone, for something like incredulity must have How foolish and injurious, then, the attempts of

betrayed itself on my face and manner; " yes, a rascal of a brickmen who, under the false guise of friendship for Ire

layer allowed it to drop from his hand, and the fellow should have land, continue to keep her in a state of constant hos

been stoned for his carelessness ; this accident happened as we tility and opposition to England !

were roofing in one of the finest mansions of Nineveh—aye, so A union, to be really useful, must be one of senti

long ago as tbat-and now my mirror, no deceiver, assures me ment as well as legislation. Instead of Ireland, which contains within itself so many anomalies, a country em

that I appear to be, at the least, a middle-aged man of some two bracing the greatest poverty on earth, and yet from

thousand years, or so, though I actually am above six thousand ; whose hills the largest mass of gold ever found in

and for this, really a very tolerable old age, I have to thank my Europe was produced—which, at the time her popu

friend, Enoch ; for, just before he was translated into heaven, he lation was starving, exported corn to a prodigious

presented to me the philosopher's stone, which he possessed. amount--which, from its natural advantages, invites

my life-time I have not had many pupils ; no! though, amongst the capitalist, and yet deters him by her folly,--instead

these, Abaris the Scythian, Hermes the Egyptian, and Count of her fine population being cheered on to acts of St. Germain really have done me some credit, and I can be proud frenzy and intemperance, her real friends should seek of the progress wbich they have made under my tuition ; yet, I to soothe her by every means in their power, and en- bave seen and experienced so much ingratitude, that I don't notv deavour to woo her back to days as peaceful as those care what becomes of the race of man; and nothing but an event when

like to-day's could have roused me from the unconcern I now feel Her son's lov'd woman, and golden store,

about every human occurrence. Oh! it does irk me that I am But still lov'd honour and virtue more.

doomed to witness a piece of folly like this,” pointing to the speck• Defence of the Church of England, by the Rev. F. Thackary.

like object which an opening in the clouds permitted us, at the + Dr. Belward's Defence.

moment, to descry. “ Ye love novelty—I hate it. Jean Jacques


bave not seen him for a long time before, looking so well, and in the apparent enjoyment of so much physical strength. That he has failed something there cannot be a doubt, as his voice has no longer the strength wbich it used to possess, nor his frame the activity by which it was once animated. His eye, however, still retains the basilisk power which gives so much effect to the representation of villainous characters; and his mind, beyond the reach of decaying nature, yet finds an utterance for all its imitated feelings, in the tones and accents with which he gives to his characters the semblance of reality. As the part of Shylock depends more than either Richard or Othello, upon those qualities which Mr. Kean still possesses in their full vigour—those which require less activity of langs, but at the same time display more the vigour of the mind-we anticipate great enjoyment from seeing him in this part on Friday evening. As we have heard a dis. tinguished dramatist remark, there cannot be a better illustration of the genius of the actor, than his personification of the Jew of Venice ; for to those who remember the manner in wbich he performed the same part, when his powers were unimpaired, and who experienced the same effect, produced on their minds, by his representation of it, now that his physical strength is less entire, this is a convincing proof, that his mind is the principal agent in his acting, and that its power is so untiring, as to set at defiance by its fresh resources the natural sinking of its corporeal tenement.



My heart was joyous as a summer mead

All clad in clover, When first I felt that swimming in my head

That marks the lover.

In pre

Rousseau, your countryman, declaims against the sciences, and, by my faith, I think he isu't far wrong.'

“ Listen, young man ! The first age of the world--the first at least, which you have ever heard of—ye term the golden. Well! nature then led mankind in leading strings, and pretty innocents they were— they ran about-and very neatly too, I assure you--on all-fours. This lasted about a thousand years. Then, Sir, I was doomed to witness an astounding revolution. Would you believe it ? a daring fellow stuck up hand-bills on the corners of all the streets, and in them he announced that, on such a day, at such an hour, he would walk about on his hind paws only; aye, and that without any precaution but a stuffer, and without any assistance but a cord! that he would, at last, let go the cord, and run about, all alone at full speed—there's for you! Egad ! you may conceive what an uproar this made ! ‘Oh! he's a-going for to do us,' was the universal cry. • He can not, and he will not walk on his hind-paws alone ; and if he does attempt it, he'll most assuredly break his nose.' Well, the day arrived. What a gathering of town's-folks and strangers! We all squatted down on our hams, and waited for the arrival of the daring adventurer with the greatest impatience. He came, and stepped into the midst of us with the confident air of a man sure of the success of his scheme. And well he might be; for his confidence was justified by the event, wbich more than justified the most sanguine expectations. Well, too well, indeed, are the fatal consequences of this hardy enterprise known! So easy did man now move about on two legs, that he quickly rambled from one quarter of the world to another, and thus he soon arrived at the so-named, or mis-named, silver age.

About a thousand years after this, another revolution ! Another, and no less daring adventurer proclaimed, that he would swim about upon the waters in a cask; and be also announced, that his sole precaution would be a rope tied to his tub. He stated too, that he would at last cut the rope, and push himself from bank to bank with a pole—nothing else! I' faith, Sir, the public did stare! All that could exclaim, exclaimed, “Oh? he'll not attempt it; or, if he does, he'll most assuredly be drowned.' sence of an immense multitude collected by the river-side, he launched forth into the stream, and floated a-down the current for more than ten fathoms ! Amidst universal acclammations he stepped ashore-crowned with laurels, he was borne aloft, shoulder-high, and carried in triumph to his own modest and lowly babitation. Thus did men learn to controul a new element-thus was invented a new mode to gratify their wants—and thus, steadily impelled by the fanning gales of invention, they dashed smoothly along into the leaden age.

“ A thousand years later, called the hero times of Greece, Hercules boldly ventured out into the Mediterranean; and, proud of the achievement, he resolved to perpetuate the remembrance of the affair he had performed. In the midst of the Gardens of the Hesperides, therefore, he set up two pillars, and vauntingly inscribed upon them, • Ne plus ultra, Who dares go farther, ha ?' He was, however, mistaken. The mind of man was forced forward by the impulse which bis adventure bad communicated. Navigation generated commerce—one nation exchanged with another the commodities of life, for the toys and trifles of luxury; and, in short, clothed in purple, and decked in jewels, mankind tottered on wards, and reached at length the iron age.

Three thousand years after this, a Genoese took it into his noddle to be ashamed that men should contentedly creep along the coasts of th ree quarters of the world only, and dared to conceive the existence of another-a new continent; and, in search of it, he had the temerity to stretch across the mighty ocean. Fresh bursts of wonder! new expressions of incredulity! a universal murmur - Let him attempt it-he'll hardly dare to do it: and if he does he'll never return !' He did go, though, and he returned, to gain the glory of having discovered—I may almost say created a new world. His ship resembled the famous box of Pandora-gold and spices, indeed, overflowed all the world; but with them came diseases that have proved the bane of mankind.

To this last stage of existence I cannot find a name. Send me one young man.Don't you see that Invention has but increased the miseries and the vices of mankind ? and shall I not shudder at the spectacle we have just beheld ?-I may and I do—for it tells me of an invention that will disclose to the ingenuity of mankind the boundary-line of a new and incalculably extensive dominion.”

The wildest waste, a Canaan was to me

Of milk and boney ;
Farther, I had not learnt to sipple tea,

Or count my money.
The future lay before my longing eyes

In warm perspective,
When straight I set about to exercise

The right elective.
Sweet Sarah Tims, a killing, cutting thing,

(Who now my lot is,)
Witli eye-lid drooping like the turtle's wing,

Soon caught my notice.
At first, I felt it was a cramping task

To pop the question ;
I feared the answer I might wish to ask

Would need digestion.
But, no indeed—my dove was on the wing ;

I said, “ Wilt do it?" “ I care not,” quoth she, “ 'tis a pleasant thing,

Though one should rue it.”


( Another Version, not quite the same.)

My heart was joyous as a summer mead;
My brow unruffled as a summer sea;
My spirit owning nought that craved remeed,

Beloved, of thee.
The twilight of the melancholy wood,
Sore stiuts the fragrance of the widow'd flower;
And I, unsunn'd, waste in my solitude

From hour to hour.
That I have tasted pleasure, and that now
I dree, in loneliness, its bitter dearth,
Flings twofold sorrow o'er my darken'd brow,

And o'er my hearth.
For I have made of joy and thee twin things,
In the young dalliance of delighted thought;
But poor is now the pleasure that life brings,

To what it brought.
The house-dove, hov'ring round my window sill,
Murmurs warm challenge to his wishing mate;
I call alike, but vain my call; for still

I'm desolate. I grav'd our names within the beechen woodThe wounded bark wears the sweet signet wellThat tongued tree still to the solitude

Our paines doth tell, Oh ! that our fates were as of yore again, When, by the brooks, we lavish'd our young love; And made a haunted place of glade and glen

Return, my dove !

Tuis celebrated Tragedian, whose appearance in Glasgow used to be the signal for crowded audiences to besiege the doors of the Theatre, is now performing here, probably for the last time; and such is the apathy manifested by the public on this occasion, that very many, who have not observed the advertisement on the shopboards, are still ignorant that there is anything unusal in the Dunlop Street performances. On Monday night, when Mr. Kean appeared in his favourite part of Richard III, the attendance was neither so great nor so fashionable as the merits of the actor deserve. This may in some measure be attributed to the want of efficient support which was lamentably manifested that evening ; and in consequence of which, immediately after the conclusion of the tragedy, the boxes and a part of the pit were almost unanimously deserted. It certainly is not to be accounted for by any want of energy in Mr. Kean's performance, for we may say, that we



The following odd coincidence has been mueb talked of by those who were present at the reading of the Lunatic Asylum Report, on the 5th of this month. It appears that, in that document, evidently drawn up by Dr. Balmanno, the worthy and indefatigable physician of our far-famed establishment, most honourable mention is made of Mr. Robert M‘Nair, formerly a much respected denizen of this city, and well named the father of tbe institu. tion, whose eighteenth annual report is about to be laid before the public; and, strange to say, about the very time that the meeting was congregated, and was listening to the exertions, which Mr. M Nair bad once made in establishing the Asylum, that gentleman was breathing his last in Leith, where he had spent the latter years of a most useful life.

We understand that at a criminal trial which took place lately in Edinburgh, the following singular circumstance occurred. The jury were impannelled, and about to proceed to business, when it was all at once discovered that some of the members bad come from the cholera-strieken towns of Musselburgh and Tranent. The panic which this discovery oocasioned cannot be conceived. In a moment the jury became speechless and pale, and there was a general but silent effort made by all present to reach the door. This was happily effected without any accident, and the terrified jurors, after having refreshed themselves with a breath of callour air, were persuaded to go on with the trial, without suffering any other inconvenience than that which fear usually occasions.

Sir John MALCOLM is, at present, busy with the Life of Lord Clive.

The first volume of the Georgian Era, comprising Memoirs of Persons who have flourished in Great Britain from the Accession of George I. to the demise of George IV., is in the press.

A Story of Naval Life is on the eve of appearance, to be eatitled The Adventures of a Younger Son.

Mr. James's Memoirs of Celebrated Military Commanders will speedily be published.

A new edition is in the Press, with numerous plates, in 2 vols. small 8vo. of Campbell's Poetical Works. It will include all Mr. Campbell's recently published Poems.

Bent's List of Books PUBLISHED DURING THE YEAR 1831. It appears from this useful little compilation, that the number of vew books published in the last year was about 1100, exclusive of new editions, pramphlets, or periodicals-being 50 less than in 1830.



To the Editor of The Day. Dear Mr. Day, If you have got any tender feeling, you cannot put it to a better account than lecture our Glasgow-wegians into the propriety of walking the streets-not according to their "present evil ways," but after the manner they do in London, i. e. “ with the right hand to the wall." Such a mode would relieve us (the tender sex) of a great deal of “jolting and squeezing,” so, if you have any desire to stand high in our estimation, it is by guarding the public to do what is right, and, according to the standard adage, “right wrongs no man!” With kind wishes for your daily welfare, I remain, “most charming Day,yours, till to-morrow,

CELESTINA. Carlton Place, Tuesday afternoon.

P. S.-It almost escaped me to mention, that, at a Ladies' Party we had t'other evening, the subject of conversation concentrated into that of the most talented and polite Jour-nal (of) “ The Day," when it was unanimously agreed, that, if a blank were supplied, we would pronounce it-an all-perfect Day !-of course, the blank refers alone to “births, marriages and deaths," by inserting which, “ your petitioners shall ever pray,"

DEFINITION OF Love. At a Parocbial examination, a Minister asked a sort of half crazy woman what love was, which the string of his former questions led him to, “ What's love, Nanpy?” “Love, Sir." “ Yes, what's love ?" “ Hoot fye, Sir," says Nanny, “dinua spier sic a daft like question as that, when l'ın sure ye ken that love's just an upco' fykeiness i' the miod, an' what mair can me or any ither body, say about it?"

ANECDOTE OF MADAME MALIBRAN.- At New York, GARcia's daughter, then new to the stage, appeared at the opera, and performed with great success several different characters, such as Tancredi, Malcolm, in La Donna del Lago, Desdemona, &c. Relative to her performance of the latter character a curious anecdote is told. Garcia played the Moor of Venice, and at the rehearsal he considered his daughter's performance so cold that be declared his determination to stab her in good earnest at the catastrophe if she did not evince a little more spirit. This threat, in the mouth of a very severe master, was taken seriously by Mademoiselle Garcia. It had a good effect. The performance was sublime. At the conclusion, her father, in a transport of joy, overwhelmed her with praises and caresses,

Russian Navy.-One day when I was on board the Azoff, a man fell from the main-yard into the sea, narrowly missing the Admiral's barge, which was alongside. On rising to the surface, the Admiral applied his cane pretty smartly to the man's shoulders; and, on my expressing some commiseration for the poor fellow's misfortune, the Admiral exclaimed, “ Ah, the dud rascal! be was neap breaking my barge to atoms.”-MS. Journal of an Officer,

[We would willingly comply with the call of our fair Correspondent, but, as we do not, in any way, wish to infringe on the Stamp Acts, we bave hitherto avoided inserting births, mar. riages and deaths.-E. of D.]

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS. “ Censor” will probably appear on Saturday. « CODICIL TO THE DEVIL'S WILL" will appear to-morrow.

“ W. R.'s” pleasing paper on the Coliseum at Rome will appear on Saturday.

“ FUMIGATOR" is under consideration,

“ SOM NLATOR’s” communication will be submitted to the attention of the Board.

Peggy Pilor's kind epistle has been received. It has as yet been our endeavour to avoid personalities, and we shall continue to do so, " that our days may be long upou the land !"


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A Society has been formed at Copenhagen, under the title of Die Königliche Gesellschaft für Nordische Alterthumskunde. It proposes to publish works connected with ancient northern litera. ture, especially such as will throw light upon ancient northern history. The society has now been in existence for six years. It ranks amongst its members the names of Magnusen, Rafn, and others well known in the northern literary world. It publishes, every year, a report of its proceedings; and, from the last, we learn that they have already published the following volumes :FORNMANNA Sögur ou Sagas historiques d'événements passés

hors de l’Islande, publiés dans la langue islandaise, Vol. I,

II, III, IV, V & XI. OLDNORDISKE SAGaer, traduction danoise des mêmes auvres,

par M. C. C. Rafn, Vol. I, II, III & XI. SCRIPTA HISTORICA ISLANDORUM, traduction latine des mêmes

Sagas, Vol. I, II & III. ISLENDINGA Sögur ou Sagas historiques des événements paséss

en Islande publiés dans la langue originale, Vol. I & II. KRAKAS Maal ou hauts-faits et mort héroïque de Ragnar Lod

brock en Angleterre, publiés dans la langue originale avec traductions en danois, en latin et en français, avec notes et

remarques critiques et philologiques. Fornaldar Sögur NORDRLANDA ou Sagas mythologiques-his

toriques et romantiques des événements du Nord avant l'occupation de l'Islande dans le Gme siècle ou commencement de l'ère proprement historique, publiés daus la langue islandaise

Vol. I-III.

action danoise des mêmes cuvres, Vol. 1-III.

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of the church, and was thus rendered into English dog

grel, for the purpose of rivetting the exploit of the The Devil was sick, and the Devil a monk would be,

prelate more strongly on the minds of the people. The Devil got well, but the Devil a nionk was he.

St. Dunstan, as the story goes,
Once took the devil by the nose

With red hot tongs, which made him roar

Till he was heard three miles and more. A GREAT many of our apothegms have had their ori- That the devil was seriously injured by the above gin in some historical fact, and frequently when these treatment is sufficiently clear from the document itself, facts bave slipped, like eels, from the grasp of the his- as we cannot suppose he was such a great calf as to set torian of the age to which they belonged, they have up a bellowing about nothing ; more particularly as been preserved by the voice of tradition. The writer, we find it recorded in our proverbs, that he once exhowever, is not among those who attach historical im- pressed his dislike of all unnecessary uproar, and is thus portance to oral testimony, unless he find such testi- represented as entering bis caveat against it :mony corroborated from other quarters. That the “ Muckle din and little woo', as the de'il said whan he clippit devil was once assailed by one of those “ills which

the sow. flesh is heir to," is most distinctly asserted in the above Now, it is but fair to suppose that, if he possessed that proverb, but as to how, when, and where, it is left en- consistency of character attributed to him by Milton, tirely at the mercy of conjecture. That our arch-enemy and others conversant with his peculiarities, he would once made a will, the writer has some reason to believe, never have condemned that conduct in poor grumphy, having actually seen a copy of it himself, in black letter, which he was in the habit of indulging in himself. and purporting to have first made its appearance some- From this circumstance, therefore, we conceive the time in the seventeenth century. Now, provided this affair with his saintship was no joke, and that he was document is to be considered as genuine, we may, laid up in consequence is but a natural conclusion, with great reason infer, that the devil must at one Now, bad any of the learned practitioners of our time have been seriously indisposed, for we cannot times been formed into a well-paid board of health, believe that one, so naturally shrewd and sagacious and required to report on the case, we have no doubt as auld black-a-viced is allowed to be, would have but they would have pronounced it “inflammation of incurred the expense of a lawyer's bill, unless he a very dangerous description," produced by the fiery felt, as our poet expresses it, “some curmurrin'in indiguation of the churchman. The “ particular des. his guts." That we are correct as to the actual cription,” however, as in the case of cholera, they existence of the deed referred to, our readers have would have been very shy in condescending upon, so our most positive assurance--in addition to which, long as the pay was forthcoming. As we have no we can also refer them, for particulars, to Mr. David sinister purpose to serve, we shall, in few words, give Laing, Secretary to the Bannatyne Club, Edinburgh, our decided opinion. From the circumstance of his and Mr. John Wylie, Secretary to the Maitland Club, Satanic majesty's attention being drawn towards his Glasgow. We are induced to give these two references, friends in the disposal of his goods and chattels, it is in order to accommodate the readers of “ The Day" in evident that his bowels must have been affected :-and, both places. Our friends in the country, we have no as we have always considered the nose as a conductor doubt, may also have their curiosity gratified, by frank- of caloric, we have little doubt but the barbarous treating their letters to either of the above gentlemen. ment he experienced from his Grace of Canterbury Having thus, in a manner, established the existence of brought on inflammation in those parts, sufficiently a “will," and also shewn the reasonableness of our alarming to beget the resolution expressed in our leaddeduction in relation to the devil's sickness, our read- ing proverb, and also to suggest the propriety of his ers will, perhaps, expect us to be equally explicit “ inakin' a red.” with respect to the date and nature of his complaint. Having thus, as we conceive, given as much inforOn this subject, kind and indulgent friends, you will mation on this intricate case as can well be expected, allow us to scratch our head, and advise, for a moment, we may perhaps be allowed to indulge in a remark or with the crown lawyers.

two on the conduct of the saint. That be and the As it appears to have been part of the policy of his devil were opposed to each other in politics, is evident “ subline” darkness, to refrain from issuing bulletins from the violent heat which the argument gave rise to. when he chanced to be laid on the shelf, it is extreme- That the devil was, and is a staunch, consistent, outly difficult to ascertain exactly the date of the sickness and-out anti-reformer is known to all; and though, on mentioned in the proverb.— If we take it for granted, the present occasion, like the antis of our day, he was however, that the ailment alluded to, suggested the defeated at his own weapons, yet, we must say, we canpropriety of the old one setting his house in order, we not see much of that patient, urbane character in the may venture, on what may be considered pretty toler- demeanour of his Reverence which sheds such a halo able anthority, to fix upon the middle of the tenth cen- round the mitres of our modern churchmen. Meek, tury as the era of both occurrences. It appears, from forbearing men that they are they would a thousand the most indisputable evidence, that about this period, times rather permit the devil to lead them by the nose, or rather towards the close of the century, the Arch- than incur the odium of taking such uncharitable bishop of Canterbury, from what provocation it does liberties with him. 'Tis true, the old gentleman connot sufficiently appear, took a very singular and un- ducts himself in a more polite manner than the gruff gentlemanly liberty with the ebony beak of his Satanic old champion of Canterbury ; and, in place of shockmajesty. The assault is recorded in the Latin archives | ing their feelings with the application of red hot tongs,

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