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Our Spectacles were visiting the Assembly Rooms last Saturday, where Mons. Dupuis' Pupils were figuring in Mazourkas and Quadrilles. The dancing Saloon has just been painted, and seems in excellent order for the amusement to be exercised on the 19th. We intend to have an eye and an ear at the approaching assembly, to report to us the fashions and appearance of the ladies. If any thing is out in the preparations or conduct of the affair, we may also be inclined to shew a tooth. In the mcantime we recommend that Mons. Dupuis be appointed Master of Ceremonies, as the want of such a person has been frequently experienced on former occasions.

The other day, as a gentleman, very much afflicted with the cholera panic, was travelling from Edinburgh to Glasgow in one of Mr. Bain's coaches, he was alarmed to observe a person sitting opposite to him, staring very closely into his features. Thinking that it must be some prognostication of the disease that drew the stranger's attention so closely, his fears became every moment more overpowering, till at last he exclaimed, “ For God's sake, Sir, inform me if my face is becoming blue.” The stranger apologized for his curiosity, and resolved never to look a person so earnestly in the face, unless wben a lady's black eyes compelled him.


From our London Correspondent. I have not thought it necessary to write you for some days ; tbe fact is, there was really nothing worth communicating. It seems now to be understood, that Lord F. Leveson Gower's tragedy of Catherine of Cleves, will not be brought forward this season. It is surmised that the delay has arisen from a want of contidence on the part of the regulators of Covent Garden, as to its success. As a quid pro quo it is again asserted that Miss Fanny KEMBLE's historical play of Francis the First will be immediately brought upon the stage.

The Christmas Pantomime at Covent Garden has turned out remarkably well. Tbe pit and the galleries have been almost invariably filled, and when that is the case, the proprietors cannot be losers. It is now almost certain that Mr. CHARLES KEMBLE will retire from the management next season, and that new parties will enter upon the speculation; the Theatre will then be let at an annual rent, like any other house, and a gentleman called ANSTRUTHER has been named in many circles as the expected tenant. All the matters in dispute between Mr. C. Kemble and Mr. Harris have been amicably arranged.

Every day shews more and more, how very ill advised the Patent Theatres have been in their recent attack upon Minor Dramatic Establishments. It is now understood that they do not mean to proceed farther in the prosecution. Enough bas, however, been done to induce the proprietors and parties interested in Minor Theatres to continue the agitation of the question until some alteration of the existing law has been made, so that they may no longer be at the mercy either of the Patent Theatres or of ordinary informers.

A new farce called “ The First day of the Term" has come out at Drury Lane. It seems however merely to have been got up for the sake of a pictorial exhibition, by STANFIELD, of London from Berkeley Square to Westminster Hall. It is to be hoped that the Town will not much longer remain satisfied with such sorts of substitutes for the “ Legitimate Drama,” which the great Theatres cannot act with profit, and which they will not permit the other houses to attempt.

London must have an alteration in the law, and that immediately, if it wishes to preserve its dramatic taste in all the purity of the last century.



That the system of “ Burking" is not new, but bas been often and long practised, is a very general belief. The following care, which we extract from M‘Laurin's Criminal Cases, page 152, shews that it has been practised in Edinburgh about 80 years ago. Few can doubt that, in the intermediate time between this case and the detection of Burke and Hare, it has been frequently practised. The fact of its having been practised and punished, indeed, so long ago as 1752, is a strong additional argument in proof of the necessity of some legislative enactment for supplying schools of anatomy. There is something appalling in the cool nature of the defence offered in this case, that the stealing of a living child only inferred an arbitrary punishment; brut that selling a dead one was no crime at all; the murdering for the purpose of selling is passed over as if they expected it would not be proved. The jury and the court seem to have taken the murder for granted, for they do not find it proven :

February 3d, 1752. “ His MAJESTY'S ADVOCATE, “ Against Helex TORRANCE AND Jean Waldie. “ They were indicted for stealing and murdering John Dallas, a boy about eight or nine years of age, son of John Dallas, “ chairman in Edinburgh, on the 3d December, 1751.

“ The counsel for the prisoners represented, That however the 6 actual murder might be relevant to infer the pains of death, yet “ the stealing the child could only infer an arbitrary punishment. “ And, as to selling the dead body, it was no crime at all.

Answered for the Crown. Though the stealing the child, “ when alive, when disjoined from the selling it when dead, might “ not go so far; yet, when taken together, they were undoubtedly “ relevant to infer a capital punishment.

" The court pronounced the usual interlocutor.

“ The jury brougbt in the following verdict :-- Find, That 6 6 the pannels are both guilty, art and part, of stealing Joho Dal. " o las, a living child, and son of John Dallas, chairman in Edin« • burgh, from his father's house, at the time and in the manner " " libelled ; and of carrying him to the house of Jean Waldie, one “ of the pannels; and, soon thereafter, on the evening of the day « libelled, of selling and delivering his body, then dead, to some surgeons

and students of physic.' “ The court adjudged both prisoners to be hanged.”

I. W. L.'s poetical contributions have been received, and will be submitted to the first meeting of our BOARD. Our poetical friends are, however, sadly numerous, and as we have resolved to put nothing in our Poet's Corner at all akin to the rhyming Balaam of a common newspaper, our friends must pardon us if the lucubrations they send us do not always meet their gaze in our columns. They must remember, that what may be very good for a lady’s album, is far under the bright standard of the “ Dar.”

“ Plan for Arresting the Progress of Vulgarity on Blytheswood Hill” will appear in the course of a few days.

• The Confessions of a Burker, No. 2," will appear to-morrow.

“ A pollo's Lyre” will not suit us. Tertia must quaff deeper of the waters of Helicon, before a claim to our attention can be obtained.

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LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. SELEctions from the Prose Works of Mr. Robert Southey, chiefly for the use of schools and young persons, are announced, to consist of extracts from the History of Brazil, Life of Nelson, Espriella's Letters, Book of the Church, &c.

DR. WEATHERHEAD has in the press an Account of the Beulah Saline Spring at. Norwood,

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cepted, by John Wylie, at the British and Foreign Library, 97, Argyle Street, Glasgow : STILLIES BROTHERS, Librarians, High Street, Edinburgh : W. Reid & Son, Leith : Mr. David Dick, Bookseller, Paisley : Mr. John Hislop, Greenock; and Mr. Glass, Bookseller, Rothsay.-Aud Printed by John GRAHAM, Melville Place.






married about eighteen months, and had, during my

stay with them, treated me always with the greatest (Communicated by a Medical Practitioner.)

indulgence. This conduct gave them no doubt, a claim

to such gratitude, as a fiend like me was capable of Aye, Heaven and Earth do cry impossible.

entertaining towards them. They had one little child, The shuddering angels, round the eternal throne,

a lovely cherub, the first pledge of their affection, Veiling themselves in glory, shriek “ Impossible !" But Hell doth know it true.

which, about this time, happened to be seized by one MATURIN'S BERTRAM. of those complaints incident to infancy. Their medical

adviser was called in, and he prescribed such medicines On placing myself by the bed-side of “The Vulture,” as would soon have restored it in health to its distressed I again recommended him to send for some person

parents, had I not found means secretly to tamper with who would be able to administer that consolation his prescriptions." which he appeared so much to require, and proposed

“ Infamous villain," I exclaimed. to go myself for the parish minister. “Parish fiddle- “The Vulture" gave a horrible grin and proceeded. stick!!” he exclaimed, with a look in which the impious

“ The devoted innocent, after lingering in great pain scorn of the infidel seemed to struggle with the des- from the deleterious mixtures, expired in the arms of pairing agony of the fiend—“ first hear my tale, Dr. its distressed mother, and both the unhappy parents

-, and then you will be satisfied that no man dares to abandoned themselves to the excess of their affliction. hold out a single glimpse of hope to a being who has As the mind of the father was unfit for attending to placed himself so far beyond the pale of mercy as I - the duties incident to the occasion, I assisted him in therefore do not farther tantalize a wretch that must writing the funeral letters, making the arrangements soon be called hence to answer for his horrible enormi. necessary for the interment, and nightly joined him in ties." I was silent, and he thus proceeded :—“Had I his devotional exercises.” been a common criminal, I would have imputed my fall. “ Monster of impiety" I again exclaimed. But “The ing away from the path of rectitude to the contamination

Vulture" continued unmoved. I was exposed to, by coming in contact with the des- “The night previous to the funeral arrived, and the picable characters my limited circumstances compelled

lid of the coffin was screwed down, amid the sobs and me to associate with. But the deep depravity of a

tears of the agonized pair who listened, in seeming paheart callous to all the feelings of humanity, and na- tience, to the religious consolation which some of their turally prone to revel in the disgusting details of the sympathizing relatives felt it their duty to impress charnel-house, rendered me better qualified to play the upon them. The company at last departed, and the master-spirit among them, than likely to inhale any inmates of this house of mourning retired to bed. I moral infection from their presence. It was not a threw myself down to wait for that silence which was love of science, Dr. that prompted me to drag necessary for carrying my farther designs into executhe pale remains of decaying mortality from their

tion. I at last heard the chimes strike the quarter dreary abode. No; I was perfectly regardless of ad- past twelve. I then rose slowly, and put on my cloth vancing in the knowledge of the profession I affected shoes over those I usually wore. I then glided in to study; a diseased appetite for prowling like a vam- silence from my room, and I had just touched the hanpire at midnight among the receptacles of the dead, dle of the door of the apartment where the corpse was had taken possession of my mind, engendered, no placed, when my progress was stopped by hearing a doubt, by the applause bestowed upon me on account deep drawn sigh. I listened, and heard the groans of of the successful issue of the ingenious schemes of the father mingling with the convulsive sobs of the which I had been the too fortunate inventor. So in- mother, as the miserable pair wept on each other's different, in short, was I to the study of physiology, bosoms over the memory of the little firstling of that, while I had the character of being the most ex- their love. I instantly retired to my lair, where I pert in obtaining possession of a subject, I was, with-Jay couched for two hours, when I again rose, and takout doubt, the most ignorant with regard to its inter- ing the pillow in my hand, slipped in silence to my nal construction-and how could it be otherwise ? The former station. I listened and found the two had, at moment I placed a corpse in the receiving room, all last, wept themselves asleep. All was now silent-not interest regarding it was then, on my part, at an end. a sound reached my ear save the beatings of my own Nature seemed to have marked me for a body-snatcher, fiendish beart, which seemed to throb with a more vio. and I at last determined to follow the bent of my in- lent pulsation at the prospect of completing a scheme clination. With this view, I intimated to the Profes- of atrocity, more heinous and novel, than any it had sor, that unless I received from him the regular price

hitherto conceived. The night was one of intense paid for subjects to the snatchers, I must seek for it frost, and the moon shone bright through the caseelsewhere. Indignant at what he termed my mean- ment, throwing a silvery radiance round the coffin, ness of spirit, he let me understand, that if I intended which enabled me tounscrew and take off the cover with to maintain myself by such practices, he must expel me the greatest ease. In raising the corpse, as I am a living from the class, as he would permit no paid snatcher to man I saw, or conceived I saw, a smile of ineffable hold the rank of a student. We therefore agreed on sweetness, break over the face of the babe-it shot the price I was to receive, and I submitted to the like a burning dagger to my heart—I started, and had degradation.

nearly dropped the corpse on the floor, but, suddenly “ At the time I effected this arrangement, I was three clasping it close to my breast, I calmed my agitation pounds ten shillings in arrears to the people I lodged and proceeded with my work of infamy. I laid the with, a simple well-meaning couple, who had been little one on a chair, and taking up the pillow, I press

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ed it into the coffin to make up the weight, and then screwed it down as I had found it. I now stole, in silence, from the house, and, at the bottom of the stair, pulled off my cloth shoes and hastened, with the speed of a blood-hound, to place my prize in the receiving room, of wbich I had the privilege of a pass key. With the same cautions speed which I left the house I returned, and glided to bed without incurring the slightest suspicion of my absence.

I had not, however, been there above an hour, before I heard a slight noise in the plundered room. I rose gently to reconnoitre; the door was open, and my blood began

in my veins, as I beheld, in a food of moonlight, a human figure, arrayed in white, bending over the coffin ; my terror, however, was momentary; I instantly perceived that the object before me was the wretched mother, who had stolen from the side of her sleeping helpmate, to indulge her sorrows in secret, and vent the long and last farewell throb of affection o'er the remains of her child. My hellish heart laughed inwardly at the delusion, and I slunk back to bed.”

(To be continued.)

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Tilt & Co. London, 1832. If ever there were a period, more than another, in which a knowledge of the Fine Arts was likely to be generally diffused throughout Great Britain, it is the present. The spirited publishers Tilt and others, and the beautiful art of engraving, have no inconsiderable share in furnishing us with the means whereby our tastes may be cultivated, and our improvement advanced to the utmost extent of which our faculties are susceptible. However much we may be inclined to yield the palm to the great masters of former days in painting and sculpture, we are prepared, not only to dispute their claim to superiority in engraving, but positively to pronounce, that we are equal in all and greatly superior to them in many departments of that fascinating art.

There is no picture, however extensive or complicated, but what the Burin of the present day can easily imitate, and fac-similies of every meritorious work are placed before us in an incredibly short time after their appearance, as well as all the most celebrated paintings of the old masters, one-fourth of which could never, by any other means, come within the observation of even the most opulent individuals. Hence we have an opportunity of seeing and studying works of art of every description, and thereby acquiring a knowledge which could not possibly be obtained by any other

We are, perhaps, not prepared to extend the powers of engraving so far, as a late ingenious writer in the “Day," did those of painting, but, if its contemplation will not produce the cure of insanity, we are certain that it will, at least, perform a perfect cure for blue devils, ennui and many other of those “ills which flesh is heir to."

Looking in t'other night, upon Mr. David Robertson, our facetious Bibliopole, to see if we could find relief from some of the above horrors, he, with his usual humorous and accommodating manners, koowing us to be not only epicures but gormandizers

complete. This is one of those subjects, in the execution of which the painter bas no rival, and is suid to be one of the happiest efforts of his pencil. The design is good, as it gives the best possible idea of the splendour and magnificence of the far-famed palace, as well as some very interesting objects which surround it. The other appendages are characteristic and appropriate. This print is charmingly engraved both in the details and broad masses; but we, who saw the original drawing, are of opinion that the print suffers for want of the gorgeous colouring with which the artist has invested the drawing. Prout's style and taste, as many of our readers well know, are peculiarly adapted for scenes of this description; of course we do not wonder at the complete success which has attended his present pictoral effort.

The next print is “ The Gamekeeper,” by Hunt. The name is associated with many disagreeable feelings, but with that we have nothing to do at present. . The design is extremely simple ; it is no other than a gamekeeper just returned from a fatiguing ramble, which so many consider the highest acme of enjoyment; but which, when pursued as a profession, is by no means so captivating; this latter feeling is strongly depicted thronghout the eptire figure. He is beheld refreshing bimself with a glass of prime home-brewed; but extreme lassitude, unaccompanied with any appearance of pleasure in his employment, is strongly pourtrayed over all his frame; his faithful helpmate slumbers at his feet, while the sole reward of all their labour seems to be a couple of unlucky birds, sleeping on the table the sleep that knows no waking. That the picture was drawn from the life, we have no hesitation in saying. The proofs are unequivocal, although we will not say that it is the most graceful or pleasing attitude that might have been selected for the occasion. With ideal form it has no connection—nor ought it ; but it is powerfully characteristic, well drawn, and placed under a judicious effect of light and shadow. It is likewise a pleasing variety and contrast to the preceding plate.

The third print, which fills up the number, is after the wellknown Stephenoff, “ Rembrandt in bis Study." This subject is beautifully engraved, but it also loses for want of the colour in the original drawing, nor do we think the distribution of light the best that might bave been adopted for the subject. It looks spotty, and what is meant for the great mass of light, is too much in the corner of the picture to be pleasing or effective. On the whole, however, though the composition be scattered and uninteresting, still its mechanical excellence, both in the engraving and the original picture, is not surpassed by any painting in oil or engraving we have seen of the modern school. From the superior manner which this number of the work alluded to is got up, and the knowledge we happen to have of the pictures which are to follow, we may confidently assure the subscribers that they may anticipate such a series of interesting and varied specimens of exquisite art, as will prove to them a rich recompence for the small sum they may lay out in the purchase of this deserving publication. Tilt & Co. are also bringing out landscape illustrations of Byron's works, by the justly celebrated Stanfield, and others, which are reported to be chefs d'auvres. From such subjects and such artists, we may fairly anticipate a sumptuous feast.


WEST OF SCOTLAND EXHIBITION, We rejoice, not only because we have it in our power to present

in art, placed before us

, by way of treat
, the first number of a our readers

, with a catalogue of sales, effected by our enthusiastic

new work entitled, “ Gallery of the Society of Painters in Water Colours." “ There," says he, “ look at that, and then tell us what you think of the water colour lads, so much slighted by your oil and gumption connoisseurs.”

We had before heard of the work, and, of course, were not al. together unprepared for it. We have always been advocates for the encouragement of this most masterly, beautiful, and, we may add, national style of painting, and that from its being exclusively English, at least in the present most effective and splendid state at which it has arrived.

The first subject that presented itself was a View of Venice, after Prout, and, on beholding it, we felt somewhat akin to that which Acres tells us of his courage, away flew our ennui, and all our disagreeable dreams began to ooze even out at our finger ends. To speak seriously, our mind was tranquillized and our pleasure

friends of the Dilettanti Society, of the pictures recently exbibited in the Fourth West of Scotland Exhibition, but we also are glad to perceive that, notwithstanding the public mind is at present agitated, by interests so important, as entirely to absorb its attention, the sales of the Society have this year been so numerous. We are aware, that nothing but the greatest personal exertions of the members of the Society could have accomplished this in the present circumstances of our city and neighbourhood ; and, we are sure, that the contributions of the Artists, when another opportunity of exhibiting occurs, will sbew they appreciate the services of its members in their behalf.

We understand that New Rooms, in a very favourable and fashionable part of the city, bave been secured, for future exhibitions; and as we trust the present louring of the political storm will pass away, and serenity and peace will soon bless our beloved


We have received the following epistle, upon the grave subject of gentlemen's trousers, which we insert in the hope that some of our numerous correspondents may clear up the matter that is so justly complained of by our correspondent. We may merely say, that, having little acquaintanceship ourselves with the mysteries of the goose, we order our publisher to take the opinion of the “ World of Fashionon that momentous point at issue, according to its dicta in puris naturalibus. Whether he has done so to the letter or not, we cannot say; but it is certainly to be hoped that, notwithstanding his peculiar accuracy, he bas, in this instance, been guilty of an erratum.

To the Editor of the Day.

land, so we also hope that the pure and civilizing Arts will again assume their sway, and ever find in Glasgow a congenial home. List of Pictures sold in the Fourth West of Scotland Exhibition,

under the Patronage of the Members of the Glasgow Dilettanti

Society. 5, The Mountain Watch. George Harvey, S.A.-R. Jenner, Esq. M.G.D.S. * 14, The Clandestine Correspondence.-Charles Lees, S.A.-W. Whyte, Esq. 23, Fisher Boys -T. S, Good.-W. Thompson, Esq. 58, The Smuggler-W. Bonnar, S.A.-W. T. Nimmo, Esq. M.G.D.S. 41, Rebecca, from Ivanhoe.-H. Y. Howard, R.A.-J. Corbett, Esq. 59, View in Vallambrosa.-J. Giles, S.A.-A. M'Lellan, Esq. M.G.D.S. 72, Vale of Garry, Athole.-D. 0. Hill, S.A.-J. Kerr, Esq. M.G.D.S. 87, Cattle Piece.-W. Geikie.-J. Brown, Jun. Esq. 90, Windsor Castle.-F. H. Henshaw.-A. M'Lellan, Esq. M.G.D.S. 97, Dead Game.-George Stevens.-M. Bulloch, Esq. 100, The Blessing.-W. Bonnar, S.A.

Blackie, Esq. 101, A Scene in Warwickshire.-H. H. Lines.-T. Edington, Esq. 112, Dead Game.-A. J. Oliver, A.R.A.-W. T. Nimino, Esq. 192, John Knox's House.-H. W. Burgess.-W. Buchanan, Esq. M.G.D.S. 135, Fisherman's Cottage Door.-J. Oliphant.-J. King, Esq. 137, Fishing Boats.-J. C. Brown.-C. Hutcheson, Esq. M.G.D.S. 143, A Country Girl.-J. Pairman.-J. White, Esq. 158, Bothwell Castle.-A. Donaldson.-J. G. M‘Kirdy, Esq. 164, Cesar's Camp.-F. H. Henshaw.-A. MʻLellan, Esq. M.G.D.S. 164, Windsor Castle.-F. H. Henshaw.–T. Edington, Esq. 165, Crawford Park.-F. H. Henshaw.--C. Hutcheson, Esq. M.G.D.S. 172, Cottage Scene.-F. W. Watts.-A. T. Cleland, Esq. 174, Landscape and Cattle.-H. H. Lines.-J. Storer, Esq. M.G.D.S. 183, View on the Solway.-J, A. Gilfillan.-R. Freeland, jun. Esq. 192, Landscape with Cattle.-John Fleming.-J. Baird, Esq. M.G.D.S. 203, Purse Bay, Ullawater. --John Knox.-T. Carswell, Esq. 216, Scene near Loch-Earn Head.-A. Sommerville.-J. Turnbull, Esq. 923, Portincross Castle.-H. M'Culloch.-T. Carswell, Esq. 252, Scottish Shepherd.-W. M'Artney.-R. C. Baird, Esq. 976, Mouth of the River Don.-W. Brown.-J. Fleming, Esq. 296, View on Rannoch Moor.-C. Fielding.-W. Thompson, Esq. 300, Bridge, Westmoreland.-J. Powell.-W. Baukier, Esq. 558, Model in Wax, Fidelity.-B. C. Furniss.-A. M'Lellan, Esq. M.G.D.S.

359, The Sleeping Child.- Alox. Ritchie.-Sir Archd. Campbell, Bart.
360, Bust of the Duke of Kent.-H. Wetsmacot-W. Hamilton, Esq.
.361, Bust of Dr. Valpy.-H. Westmacot.-J. Black, Esq.
362, Bust of an Artist.-H. Westmacot.-Dr. W. Young. M.G.D.S.

Directors of the Fourth Glasgow Exhibition.
Messrs. J. Smith of Jordanhill, Messrs. J. Storer, Esq.
J. Douglas of Barloch,

J. Watt, Esq.
J. O. Anderson, Esq.

J. Clow, Esq.

Exhibition Committee.
Messrs. A. Henderson,

Messrs. J. Baird,
A. Donaldson.

R. Hart,
J. A. Gilfillan,

C. Hutcheson. The Pictures and Statuary sold, we believe, amounted to about £400. This is really well. Liverpool Exhibition this Season only sold between 3 and £400 worth, while that at Manchester disposed of about £900. We are glad to tind the Fine Arts in so palmy a slate.

Sir,— Among the variety of information and amusement contained in “ The Day,” I was particularly pleased to observe that you had not neglected the “ Gentlemen's Fashions.” It is very satisfactory for me to be informed, that when in full puff I put on my best blue coat, with yellow buttons ; the proper thing to wear with it is a green velvet waistcoat ; and I shall figure with one accordingly at the assembly on the 19th.

All this is very easily understood, and comfortable ; but when you descend to the no less " indispensable” article of habiliment, I must say I am a little puzzled. I am there informed'it is fashionable to wear trousers “ without straps or bottoms." The former article I do not object to dispense with ; but, unless a kilt is allowed, I must demur to the latter. At all events, dear Mr. Editor, do issue, as soon as possible, an order for broad skirts to the coat, for the sake of the comfort of

A Dandy.



* M.G.D.S. a Member of the Glasgow Dilettanti Society.


0! Mary, when the wild wind blows,
And blasts the beauty o' the rose ;
Thy coming fate to me it shows,
And I could wecp for Mary.
Aft has the blossom deck'd the tree,
Since tirst thy flatt'ring tell-tale e'e
Confessed a wee bit love for me;
Aud I was smit wi' Mary.
O! Mary, I hae loe'd thee lang,
Thou’rt aye the burthen o' my sang.
Baith day an night, whare'er I gang,
I think o' nought but Mary.
When sleep seals up my weary e'e,
In dreams thy Angel form I see,
And in soft raptures say to thee,
Oh! dinna leave me Mary.


thors of The O'Hara Tales. —London, 1831. This is really a catchpenny performance, and if it met with its due, instead of being praised up by “ hireling critics," it would hare been long ago drummed out of the literary republic. The “ Chaunt of the Cholera" is nothing hut a chain of jingling stanzas, by which this fell disease is supposed, like the rattlesnake, to give us warning of its approach. The effect which our author produces is very different from what he intended, as his jumping versification elicits any emotion rather than that of awe, and demonstrates that, while in his poetic phrenzy, be supposes himself soaring on the back of Pegasus, he is only moanted on some hobbling hack, which all his efforts are unable to stimulate into any thing but an ineffectual activity. The “ Songs for Ireland,” of which the greater part of the volume consists, possess litt merit, and are written, we must say, in a very bad spirit. They are intended to express the feelings of the Irish peasantry; but they are, in fact, rather calculated to encourage the natives of the Sister Isle in an antipathy to the English government. Most of them, though only now published, were written two or three years ago, when the deputy administration at Dublin was in all its unpopularity; and it is very ill-judged, to say the least of it, to revive old grudges, by recalling these times to remembrance. this book of Mr. Banim's is merely got up, like some quack advertisements, to take by its alarming title, and we hope that a discerning public will withbold from it their encouragement.

O Mary! when the world's unkind,
And poverty leaves me behind,
I still can cheer my drooping mind
Wi' thoughts o' thee, sweet Mary.
And were I sick and like to dee,
Thy witching smiles could comfort gi'e ;
Then, come wbat will, my prayer shall be
For happiness to Mary.

J. W. L.


In fact,

Says Tom, “ Of drink it is the rule,
To change the wise man to the fool.”
Now, all Tom's friends most gravely think
Tom need not fear a drop of drink!



We are happy to learn that other two volumes of the Tour of a German Prince, with a Portrait, containing among other things his observations on the Society and Manners of the Metropolis, will be speedily published.

MR. W. Raddox has just completed a line engraving from an early picture of Wilkie's, in possession of Mr. Catley of Barnet, called the “ Clubbist," from Goldsmith's Essays. A companion plate is also just completed by Mr. Warreni, from another early picture of Mr. Wilkie's, entitled the “ New Coat,” from Voltaire's Tales, both of which are to be issued this month. Mr. Raddon is also engaged upon a line plate of “ Queen Mab," from Milton, after a picture by Fuseli, forming a companion to his plate of the “ Night Mare,” after the same artist.

A GENTLEMAN, t'other morning, having obtained our Journal in which the “ Symposium in the Edinburgh Rainbow, by a Modern Athenian," was inserted, tepped on board a steam boat at the Broomielaw, and sat himself down, without drying it, to feast himself with its contents. A Greeneck witling who observed him ere long, approached, and, thinking to get a rise out of the Glasgow cit, said, “I see, Sir, that your Glasgow Day is like its synonyme—wet." “ I beg your pardon, Sir, it is the wet night in Edinburgh that makes it so, and I may merely tell you that I hope the Day will reign thereby more effectually than ever.” " Why, Sir,” exclaimed the Shaws' Water man, “ I think your wit seems to be as dry and cutting as the Edinburgh atmosphere in April.” “ It is a mercy,” retorted the cit, " that it is not so dull and misty as that of Greenock throughout the whole twelvemonth."

An inquisitive Paisley man, observing a large placard respecting our publication stuck at the corner of the Sneddon, stopped a waggish acquaintance with this question :-"Seest 'ou that yellow paper there—Gordon's Loan aud Prussia Street !-what's t'at noo ?" “ It's the · Day;' do you no understand that, man?" “'Od," said the wabster, “ is't ocht mair about thae hlack chiels Day & Martin ?” “ Na!” said the wag, “it is the Day of Alljeers !



“ Lay of the Mill, or the Pleasures of the Pay-Night," will appear in the course of next week.

It will be found a most appropriate ballad for the study of those who declare themselves every Saturday, by their deeds,—the sworn fues of Temperance Societies.

“ The Bonnie Brig, to the tune of Johnny Cope,” had been laid out for to-day's Number ; but, it having appeared in a Con. temporary, we have, of course, kept it back. Had we been aware that its author was so impatient to see himself in type, we certainly would have attempted to minister to his mania several days ago. We shall take care, however, when we are next favoured with his lucubrations, that we conform to the peculiar idiosyncrasy of our correspondent.

“ The Largs Regatta, No. 3," early next week.

A.'s lines on the “ Source of True Happiness,” we fear would afford little pleasure to our readers.

“ Volatile's" Stanzas are rather too much in the “hop-stepand-jump" style for our columns.

“ M. M.'s" Verses, after a little emendation, will perhaps find a place when we have room.

“ The Three Leaves," by E. Nyam, are under consideration.

“ Stanzas, by a Lady,” are not quite up to our standard. The spirit is good, but the execution feeble.

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On Monday, Dr. Brice read an ally-written and interesting Paper on the causes of the Greek Revolution. A discussion ensued—not on the subject of the Essay, on which there could be no difference of opinion—but on a question started by Mr. John Douglas, on the relative importance of Politics and the Natural Sciences. Mr. Douglas advocated the superior importance of Politics, whilst the President and Dr. Scouller took the opposite side of the question. We hope, in future, to be able to give a fuller account of these interesting Meetings, and that we shall also have it in our power to give a record of the dates, subjects treated of, and names of the speakers, at each of the preceding Soirées.

In order to insure this Publication being on the Breakfast Table every morning, it is requested that intending Subscribers will leave their names and addresses at the Publisher's.



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We have been prevented, for want of room, to continue the remarks which we commenced in a late number upon our own theatre; in the meantime, we beg leave to present our readers with a short epistle which we received yesterday, connected with that subject :

(To the Editor of the Day.) Sir,-Having heard considerable praise bestowed upon Miss Jarman, I had the curiosity to attend her benefit.

The pieces were,

“ The Soldier's Daughter,” “ Perfection,” and “ The Evil Eye,” in all of which she appeared to great advantage, but more especially in the first two. She is tall, handsome, and graceful, and her manner in every thing is that of a lady. Genteel comedy is her forte, and, in that alone, can she be called great ; for, although she excels in the pathetic, her voice wants that breadth and volume that is necessary for the declamatory and heroic parts of tragedy. “ Perfection” is a clever Interlude, and the title might, with the greatest propriety and truth, be applied to Miss Jarman's personification of the principal character. Her part in the “ Evil Eye,” with the exception of one scene, is an indifferent one, and was played nearly as well by Miss Mason, to whose style of acting it is peculiarly adapted.

The Dunlop-Street Company is, upon the whole, unworthy of so large a city as Glasgow. Stoddart, I think, has mistaken his profession, and has a vile custom of speaking with his teeth shut, as if to avoid lisping. Alexander, whom I allow to be a man of talent, ought to recollect, however, the nature of the character, which he is representing, before he introduces anything of his own, lest, in the part of a gentleman, he should call a lute a

hurdy gurdy,and be deservedly hissed for it, as he was on Friday. Lloyd is, as he ought to be, a favourite. If Ferguson, the prompter, was aware that his old hat is discoverable from the side-boxes, he would, perhaps, endeavour to look more like a gentlernan than a Jew.

The band of the 4th Royal Dragoon Guards was in attendance, and played, during the evening, a number of delightful airs, which even the “ Gods" seemed to appreciate, from the li. berality of their applause.

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