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course to the fresh air. Nothing is allowed since they generally go where the Ake is to remain on them that can contaminate the best." air, or offend any of the senses. The We cannot mention all the good greater part of the houses stand in regular things of Peterhead, but it would be order, especially the latest built; which are unpardonable to overlook its butter. in general of the finest hewn granite, which
« Peterhead Butter has also attained some is composed of quartz, shorl, and feldspar, celebrity among purchasers, and it is a full neatly finished, and have a beautiful appear. proof of its superiority, that it is admired by ance when the sun shines. In the inside of those who are in the daily practice of using the houses of people of every rank, if you do it. The author of the present work has not find costly furniture, you will, for the frequently
seen in the High-street, and other most part, meet with cleanness and neate ness. Upon the whole, it has a handsome places of Edinburgh, these words in con.
spicuous characters, aspect, the houses being covered with slate, and situated on a gentle ascent, all which with samples of it in their windows ;-in
“ Real Peterhead Butter," give it an elegant appearance from the sea.
other places he has seen it “ Genuine, " &c. “ Peterhead has been much resorted to
Its baths are even better than its as a place of amusement, and as one of the first watering places in Great Britain. Its butter ; and we can safely recommend mineral waters have been justly celebrated them to our invalids-for even the Over all Europe for their efficacy in the cure readers of this Magazine cannot al. of many disorders incident to those living in ways
be in good health and spirits. large and confined cities. It has been fre « Peterhead has now the most complete quented by the Prince and the peasant ; and set of Baths of any town on the coast of many have owned their obligations to the Scotland, owing to the spirited exertions of mineral waters, baths, and cheerful com my worthy friend, Mr James Arbuthnot, pany in Peterhead, for a radical reform in jun. who has, at an unprecedented expense, their decayed and hypochondriacal constitu cut out of the solid rock, one of the follow: tions."
ing dimensions, viz. 90 feet by 30, and ca. We believe Mr Buchan has here pable of holding any necessary depth of wa. said no more than Peterhead deserves ter. The bottom is covered with sand, and and well may he exclaim, beholding quite level. It possesses all the advantages its present splendour, were a person
of the open sea, without the danger attend. now to rise from the dead, who had ing bathing in unfrequented places; and
is filled lived in Peterhead at the time Earl
tide with pure sea water, by
a valve, which opens and shuts when reMarischal granted the original charter quired. For the convenience of those freto but fourteen feuars, and that only quenting this bath, there is built on its mar. 225 years ago, how would he stare gin a house, in which they undress and upon first beholding it as it now stands, dress, and it is sheltered from the gazing with its harbours, shipping, trade ?" eye of a prying public, by a mound of rock The first thirty pages of the volume twenty feet high. are dedicated entirely to the town of ed in 1999 by the Keith mason society, for
“ There is another bath which was formPeterhead and its concerns, which is the accommodation of those drinking the described very graphically, and Mr mineral water. Its dimensions are 40 feet Buchan exhibits a good deal of anti- by 20, and it is now set apart solely for the quarian lore. Among other informa- use of the gentlemen. tion, he gives us a paper, shewing the “ There are twelve warm baths, with, progress of the whale-fishing since perhaps, the best set of apparatus to be 1802; and a list of the manufactures found in Britain ; by means of which the and trades of the town, from which it patient may be accommodated with the would really seem to be a very spirited shower baths, at any degree of warmth that
steam or vapour, hot air, projecting, and and thriving place. is famous for its organs, no less than fifteen having or disease."
may be found most proper to alleviate pain been built there lately, and the most There is a very interesting chapter of them by a cabinet-maker who Education and State of Learnnever saw one made before he himself ing” in Peterhead, from which we remade the attempt.” It is also great gret that we cannot afford quotation. in breweries.
But a town so near the colleges of • Of these there are two in the town; Aberdeen, may well be distinguished both of which deserve the highest praise, and for the erudition of its inhabitants. one in the neighbourhood that has long been established in one of the halls of the late Yet there is no rule so general as to Earl Marischal's castle of Inverugie, of be without its exceptions. which honourable mention is made by the " In every place of trade, there must be porter and ale drinkers, both at home and a few of inferior talents and principles, but abroad; and these should be no bad judges, of these there are few here ; yet it would be
doing the public injustice to say there are not equal discernment to those in the South, none of so illiberal minds as, to envy their but rather that they are more dilatory in neighbours' prosperity, and the superior ta- running the risk, as they have less field to lents of those who do not associate with work upon : however, there are no rules them. Although I do not say Peterhead is without exceptions, and we find Mr Alex. more infested with these characters than its Sangster, the senior bookseller, often break neighbours, still it has its share of them.” through the present, as he is both friendly
The gooul people of Peterhead are to the interest of the trade, and to authors, all protestants, “ either followers of among the most liberal-minded in his line." John Calvin the Frenchman, or James Literature being in this flourishing Arminius the Dutchman, but I be- condition at Peterhead, printing too lieve that there are many who, should is advancing under a press of sail-so you ask them to which party they be- is engraving. long, whether Calvinists or Arminians, There are five embellishments to would be at a loss for an answer.- this volume, which, though somewhat They scarcely ever heard of the tenets rude, deserve commendation. The of these church-champions, and there- first is a sort of panoramic view of fore they do not become proselytes Peterhead, in which a cock on the either in faith or practice.” In polítics point of a steeple cuts a famous figure, they are all well-affected to the go- and is almost heard to crow,--its harvernment, and have the good of their bours-groves of masts--vessels at ancountry at heart; so it is scarcely ne chor-wherries going before the wind cessary to add, that they do not read and jolly tars with arms a-kimbo, the Scotsman. “They seldom read op- and manifest quids in their cheeks.position newspapers, with a view to The second presents us with a Greenprofit by them, (what sensible Aber- landman among the ice, part of whose donian would?) and disputes about crew are hoisting on deck huge fragpolitics, like religion, are rare. There ments from a whiale that is lying aare several inns at Peterhead, which long-side, and blurting brine all the are neither shabby, noisy, crowded, while through his nostrils
, and part nor uncomfortable," and the Ship-ta- shooting at a white bear, who is sitvern “is situated in the Broad Street, ting very unconcernedly on his posand is famed for keeping the best teriors, with his organization lowering London porter. What is called the towards the sons of Peterhead, as if club meets here once a week; a party he had bargained to sit out a certain of gentlemen that convene every Fri- number of shots, on condition of reday night, who play cards and take ceiving, in return, a certain portion of supper.” We believe that of this club blubber. The third is a sombre and Odoherty is an honorary member. We solitary view of Slain's Castle, darkenhave a very short chapter on the book- ed by a flight of crows or other watersellers and stationers of Peterhead, to fowl. The fourth is a plan of the which we anxiously turned. About Bullers of Buchan, which have very fifty years ago there were no biblio- much the appearance of being made poles there. One Mr William Far- of gingerbread. And the fifth is a quhar, a sort of poet,—the Allan Ram- view of Raven's Craig, that impressive say of Peterhead,—was the first circu- old ruin on the south-side of the river lating librarian--but the brethren of Ugie, from the chief gate-way of which the trade have since grown both in Mr Buchan has represented a most imnumbers and in grace, and their shops pressive old gentleman advancing with contain a valuable collection of theolo a huge staff in his hand, and who is gy, the works of Rutherford, Fisher, intended, we presume, to gain credit Erskine, Knox, Willison, &c. Só for being an ancient Pict, or Pecht, says Mr Buchan, “ literature, as well folks of whom one frequently reads in as shipping, is now upon the increase.” the history of Scotland, but whose exWe must insert the following well- istence has always seemed to us very merited compliment to our good friend, problematical. Of the printing of his Mr Alex. Sangster.
book and its engravings, Mr Buchan “ The Booksellers in Peterhead do not thus speaks : spéculate much in publishing ; they trust Printing was first established in Peter, more to the judgment of their grave neigh. head as a regular business, on the 24th day bours in the South, and are pleased with of Mirch 1816, by a young man, who had their selections. I do not mean to augur long witnessed, with feeling regrét, the infrom this, that the Booksellers here have convenience his native town laboured under, VOL. VI.
no printing-press, at that time, being nearer had also to heighten our pleasure, giving a than Aberdeen. To remedy this defect, jubilee to all but the fanning zephyr, which and with a view to surmount every obstacle, childishly played in Neptune's lap along however difficult, he set out on a pilgrimage the shore, with the wrinkling folds of his to Edinburgh, and thence to Stirling: he dark green mantle. staid a few days in each place, where he ac “ We next steered through the lofty quired the rudiments of the Faustical Art, arches formed by nature's mystic hand, and at the end of ten day's hard study, pro where the prospects were ever varying, and duced specimens of his progress in it; which entertainments ever new :-Cliffs overhanggave general satisfaction to those to whom ing cliffs, whose towering pyramids often they were shown, particularly to the Right meet, and where the subterraneous passages Hon. the Earl of Buchan, and the worthy below instil into the mind that degree of and philanthropic Charles Forbes, Esq. M.P. solemnity and evening gloom, which is on. who took him under their patronage, and, ly dispelled by quitting this fantastic abode by their kindness, enabled him to go for- of seals, cormorants, and wild pigeons, on ward rejoicing. As he is sensible of the whose rights, they seemed to think, we had honours done him, he still continues to en been trespassing. joy that friendship which was so seasonably “We now approached the Bullers (Bouil. begun. May these honoured gentlemen loirs, or, as the neighbouring people, by long continue their friendship, and he to way of compliment to their chief, call it, walk more deserving.
the Earl of Errol's Punch Bowl,) with "Since his settlement in Peterhead, he has chilly tremour, to contemplate its majestic made a Printing Press, with no assistance form, rising from the vast profundity of from any other person, being wright and water below. On entering this vaulted arch, blacksmith alternately himself.
to explore the interior of its inmost recesses, sent work is wholly printed with this press.
the hideous howling and wild screaming After having succeeded, beyond his most
notes of the hawks, owls, coots, and a num. sanguine expectation and that of his friends, ber of other sea fowls, so deatened us, that in this laborious job, he was led to try the for some time we were obliged to answer Type-founding, in which, the length that one another by signs, he went, he succeeded equally well; but the “ The arch, through which we entered, cutting of the punches, and preparing of is about forty feet high, formed by the the moulds, were found to occupy too much great architect of nature, out of a wall some of his time, as he was always under the ne hundred feet high, destitute of all lateral cessity of making his own tools.
cavities, and where nought is to be seen but “ Since his engaging in the present his the distant clouds floating in snowy wreaths tory, he has made a few attempts in En. through a blue-tinted sky of glowing æther graving, the result of which will accompany in the aerial regions above. this volume.
“ In shape, it is nearly of an oval, whose “ Ere the reader proceed to examine the diameter is from thirty to forty yards wide. work critically, it may not be unnecessary,
Its irregular, but stupendous walls, whose nor, I hope, deemed egotism, should I ac shaggy sides display the rugged rock penquaint him, that the author never had a les dent over the guit below in awful grandeur, son in the art, and the enclosed views are exhibit the hand of nature in her rudest among the first of his productions in that form. line."
“ In some of the horrid chasms above, We shall now accompany our inge- the ravenous hawk and owl are known to
The whole nious author on a water-party of plea- nurse their callow young. sure to the Bullers of Buchan-no re
forms such a contrast to what strangers are lations whatever, as our English read- accustomed to view, that the eye and ear er will immediately perceive, to Buller
are lost in an agreeable perplexity.” of Brazen nose. Mr Buchan is our pilot, Johnson on the point of these Bullers.
Mr Buchan is at issue with Dr --and a poetical pilot too.
And, we admit, that he makes the “ After getting through this gut or strait, (which in an enbing tide is no easy task, lexicographer look exceedingly foolwe began to view the vast expanse
of Nepish. The folly of all Samuel's remarks, tune's dark domain, with Cruden's bold observations, and reflections, on what and rocky shore, which vary the pleasing he saw in Scotland, almost exceeds scene. Certainly nothing could be more belief. He was not a little of a Cockpicturesque, or inviting in nature, than the ney in his way—and nothing can be mild and delightful aspect of the rippling more absurd to our view, than the waves borne over the surface of the shining image of the old blind unweildy pordeep, till lulled into a breathless calm by poise, rolling about in a little crank the slumbering vigils in a morning of May, yawl, under
the magnificent arches of cert with the flagelet of some hundred Kitty. this tempestuous temple, and forming wakes, which few in rapid motion from his childish theory of its formation.the crevices of the projecting rocks. Æolus See how Mr Buchan settles him.
“ First, He says, We entered the arch indeed, little advantage they could have in bewhich the water had made.' Does any ing saved from stoning to perish by starving, man of common sense suppose that the wa even allowing the possibility of being safely ter was like aquafortis, to cut or eat out of barricaded as he says, a few lines before,when à solid rock ten or twelve feet thick, an visiting it in a boat, we were inclosed by arch of thirty-five or forty feet high, and a a natural wall, rising steep on every side to bout twenty wide ; this would have been a a height which produced the idea of insurphenomenon of rather an unusual and ex mountable confinement.' Again he says, ' If traordinary nature. If such occurrences I had any malice against a walking spirit, took place in the Doctor's time, I am sure instead of laying him in the Red Sea, I none has in mine.
would condemn him to reside in the Bul. Secondly, He deems it a place of safe re. lers of Buchan. How then, in the name treat for small vessels in the time of war, of wonder, could it be possible, for those persisting in the opinion of the practicabili. who were without the means to get out, to ty of stopping up its entrance with little save their lives, unless another miracle were difficulty, so as to secure its inhabitants wrought, and they fed with ravens, as was from their enemies, and saying that the Elijah !". crews of the vessels thus blockaded can lie We think that we have quoted esafe in the caverns below, while their vessels nough of this entertaining little voare shattered from above with stones.'
lume to interest the benevolent reader “ I suppose every one sees the improprie- in its author. Do buy a copy, then, ty of this conjecture, it being a well known fact that, were their vessels shattered to pieces,
our good sir-and be assured that, if however secure from their enemies, they you have a library at all, there are themselves might be, while lying in the ca many worse books in it than the "Anverns, they would literally starve. I can see, nals of Peterhead.”
Na III. [By way of giving as much variety as possible to the views we are opening for our English readers into the present condition of German literature-and more particularly into what we consider its most promising department, the tragic drama,-we this month insert, not an account of a regular play, but a complete translation of a short dramatic sketch, intended originally for being represented upon a private stage. This is a species of composition wherein all the best of the German poets have occasionally condescended to employ their powers. The stage is the ruling passion of the German people in the present day, and nothing connected with that passion and its manifestations can be regarded as uninteresting.
It would, of course, be equally useless and impertinent for us to enter into any regular criticism of a composition which we present entire to the judgment of our readers. There is something in the history of the little piece, however, which must not be omitted. It originally appeared under the name of the Twenty-Ninth of February, with a conclusion of the darkest horror-infanticide being added to the guilt of adultery and incest, in order to leave no part of the spectator's soul unpenetrated with the influence of the awful Destiny (the favourite deity, as we have already sufficiently seen, of the German stage) that was here set forth as coming down from her accustomed arena of royal and noble houses, to spread ruin and desolation over the family of a simple forester.
There is a fine passage in the Thyestes of Seneca, which seems as if it had been written expressly to speak the meaning of the sketch as it then stood.
Mentes cæcus instiget furor :
-Impiâ stuprum in domo
self seemed to have been conjured entire by Müllner into his narrower and lowlier circle.
In this state, there is no doubt, the production was a more perfect one of its
kind than it is now; but no one can regret the alteration, with whatever minor disadvantages it may be attended. Well as the Germans are accustomed to strong excitements, it was found that their public would not tolerate seeing terrors of this kind brought home to the immediate bosoms of mankind in the midst of that humble life, for whose hardships Providence has sent down an equivalent in its exemption from many of those miseries that visit higher heads. The author, therefore, devised a new catastrophe-a tender and happy-not a terrible one, for the Twenty-Ninth of February; and it is in this shape we now give it.
The name will strike English ears as a strange one ; but it could not have appeared in any such light to the Germans, who were already well acquainted with the Twenty-Fourth of February by Werner-a beautiful composition, of which, in one of our early Huræ, we shall give an account at least, if not a complete version. The quibble in the name of the female may also appear in very doubtful taste—we think it is so, but still must recollect that it is the bad taste of Homer, Æschylus, Euripides, Shakspeare-as well as of Adolphus Müllner. The German reader may be informed that the pun in the original is on the word Thräne (which signifies tears.)
The chief interest of the piece, and its chief merit, appears to consist in the powerful idea it gives of an unseen but felt communion and sympathy going on between the world of the living and the world of the dead. It is the vice and the misery of modern literature that ideas of this dark kind are left out and banished. They do not suit the clear-sighted, rational, intellectual eye of our self-satisfied age-an age which is too proud of itself to take any delight in the exhibition of difficulties and mysteries, such as all its power cannot overcome, nor all its perspicacity explain. There is, nevertheless, great sublimity and great beauty too in the idea which Müllner has so well illustrated ; and there is nothing in it, so far as we can see, that should shock the notions of the most sincere Christian, although we observe the German critics bave, for the most part, been of a very different opinion.
In our next article of this series we shall have the pleasure of introducing, for the first time to the English reader, another great living tragedian-Oehlenschlager the Dune. ]
THE TWENTY-NINTH OF FEBRUARY
A Tragic Sketch.
Sophia, his Wife.
Lewis Horst. The scene is the forester's house in the Soph. Alas! kood. An apartment with a principal door, Wal. Wherefore art thou so anxious ? and a side door. On the former are written
On the way the days of the list weck of February in
So often trod, each tree or mossy stone Leap year. Under Saturn the twenty-ninth. Will guest him like a friend-all is famiA projecting chimney-i skreen before it ;
liar and implements of hunting on the wall.
Then the snow's lustre-covers, like a robe SCENE I.
Of light, the way-whereon the beaten paths Walter, lost in thought, with a hanger That lead through the grey forest shades are in his hand, which he has been polishing; And unavoidable-as death. Sophia is working at a hunting net, and rises disquieted soon after the curtain druus
Soph. 'Tis well
For men—but he-a careless child-oh, up
Walter, Soph. SEE, now the evening red has died He will be lost away
Wal. What evil spirit thus Stars glimmer thro' the broken clouds-and Disturbs thy peace ? --To prophesy misforstill
tune, My son is not returned.
It is not well !-An hundred times to-night, Wal. Have patience wife
Hast thou been starting from thy chair, to He comes anon.
look Soph. Oh! never till this day
If the boy came :-Yet every day he goes He staid so late.
Froin hence to school in town--and has, Wał. Come, strike a light!