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ing out, with nervous accentuation, those powerful verses with which his head was continually teeming; and that brow, the perpetual throne of generous expression, and liberal intelligence. Overwhelmed by the conviction of this afflicting truth, men moved away without parting saluta.. tion, singly, slowly, and silently. The day began to stoop down into twilight; and we, too, after giving a last parting survey to the spot where now repose the remains of our Scottish Shakspeare, a spot lovely enough to induce his sainted spirit to haunt and sanctify its shades, hastily tore ourselves away.



From the bill's waving bloom

Flit mourners airy; And midst the woodland gloom,

Wail elf and fairy.

Tones, as when seas are stirred,

Have thrilled the hearts of men :
A whisper, and a word
Of death, and they who heard

Smile not again!
From land to land it went,

And o'er the nations rushed The piercing call-“ Lament !

The Voice is hushed !" Swift as death's angel rode,

Passed on the cheerless tale: 'Twas heard-and eyes o'erflowed ; 'Twas told—and lips that glowed,

Trembling, grew pale.
Glad faces lost their glee,

Stern voices quivered ;
The child beside his father's knee

Looked up-and shivered !
Was this some warrior's knoll ?

Some empire's purple lord's ?
No! 'twas a mighty soul,
Whose sceptre was a scroll

Of deathless words !
The world of thought and song,

The glorious shades of yore-
He ruled a gorgeous throng,

And rules- no more !
Each age, and kind, and mood,

His spirit realm embraced;
King, peasant, learned, or rude,
The city's toiling brood,

The lonely waste,
O'er all of human birth,

His veil of magic cast :
Of that bright glamour, Earth

Hath seen the last !
Within yon castle-halls

His hounds are whimpering low :
By the dim cloister's walls,
Dim figures, wreathed in palls,

Float to and fro.

From lake and battle-plain,

Grey minster, dell, and wold,
The spirits of his reign
Attend his funeral train,

All mute and cold :
While viewless things, that rise

On cloud or tempest.surge,
Sing for his obsequies

A faint low dirge. Late summer's golden eves

A hope and welcome gave; Now autumn, with red leaves,

Ere winter comes and grieves,

Bestrews his grave. Fade, waving forests, fade!

In vain your branches play;
For he who loved their shade

Is borne away!
Mourn we departed might?

Mourn we a star gone dim?
For those to whom his light
Gave joy, and power, and sight,

Mourn : not for him ! Constant, and warm as love,

While here, his gold lamp shone; Now, to bright heavens above,

The star is gone.
All that Earth's pride and praise

Could yield, the Minstrel knew; Crowned with far-shining rays, Honoured, and great of days,

Homeward he drew; Still from his gifted lips

Bright flowed the stream, Till came the pale eclipse

Across life's dream.

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Forth went a shadowy hand,

And touched him on the brow;
Calmly he laid his wand
Aside, and shook the sand,

Death, is it thou ?
Slow o'er his reverend head

The darkness crept, While nations round his bed

Stood still, and wept ! Where shall we lay the dead ?

What stately tomb shall guard, With pall and scutcheon spread, And solemn vaults o'erhead,

Our wizard Bard ?
Green is that valley's breast,

His native air
Sighs from the mountain's crest,

O lay him there!

In the red heather's shade

Thus shall ye lay him down;
Fold him in Albyn's plaid,
And at his head be laid

The laurel crown;
Nor mock with pile or bust

That tombstone lowly,
The presence of his dust

Makes the earth holy!
A shrine not made with hands!

And kingdoms, while his grave
In silent glory stands,
Shall fall, as on the sands

Wave urges wave.
Midst the soul's sacred things

His words inspired
Shall echo, till the wings

Of Time are tired!



“ NEEDs must whom the devil drives.” Those who have sold themselves to the anti-social principle, will, like men in the delirium of a fever, grow more frantic as they grow weaker, and exasperate their sufferings, and accelerate their fate, by their own mad struggles. The sugar planters will rush on their fate. The mother country has warned them -- has laid upon them the strong but friendly hand of maternal discipline ; but they kick against her, and roar and squall with the vehemence of spiteful brats, more loudly at every attempt made to sooth and pacify them. They are like a drunken crew on board a perishing vessel ; hiccuping, bawling obscene songs, and blaspheming in the teeth of the howling storm ; stopping their fingers in their ears when addressed by the few sober men among them; hugging the anchors and swearing, “G-d b-t them! we will sink together in spite of these canting water-drinkers !” Their doom has been fixed by their own insane acts : it is now too late to save them. They have refused to withdraw their sacrilegious gripe from the throats of their fellow beings, whom God has made after his own image, and endowed with reason as well as themselves. They will not even relax a little that infamous system of bondage, abhorrent alike to the divine spirit of Christianity, and the dictates of humanity. They will not themselves take measures to attain what those who object to the instant emancipation of the slaves characterize as the safe and gradual abolition of slavery, as has been done in the new republics of South America; nor will they allow others to do it for them. Witness the persecution of the missionaries in Jamaica ! — witness the refusal of the petty tyrants of the Mauritius to allow Mr Jeremie to land! The slaves have now, under God, but one source of aid to look to, and that is their own right hands; and who can blame them, if, in despair of that relief from bondage which they have long expected from the humanity of the British nation, they shall rise, and tell their masters, “ We also are men ; and we shall be slaves no longer.” They have been taunted and goaded to insurrection, — they have been denied the attainment of freedom in a peaceable and equitable manner ; and, were their colour white instead of black, where is the Briton who would not say that the slaves owe it to themselves and their children to vindicate their liberty as they best



Thwarted by the selfish blindness of their masters,— trammelted by the necessary bonds of conventional law, this country cannot aid them. They must rely upon themselves. The slave colonies will throw themselves loose from our allegiance? Fools ! If they dared, it would be the best service they could render us. We are taxed-heavily taxed — to keep them from running to beggary in a losing and hopeless speculation. Britain has foolishly appropriated more sugar ground than she can herself consume. Foreign markets are now supplied by the produce of newer and more fertile soils. And Britain is bound, by the terms of her bargain, to pay not only for the sugar that she uses, but for the surplus which she has held out inducements to make the planters manufacture. This is the plain English of the long, winded evidence submitted to the House of Commons last session. In addition to this outlay, we pay for keeping the slaves in subjection. Were the British troops to be withdrawn from the slave colonies, the planters would not be one instant secure of their lives and property. This, then, ought to be our ultimatum to these little despots of the tropics : :-“ Accede honestly and heartily to our plans for ameliorating the condition of the slaves, or we leave

you and them to settle the matter between you.” On our lives, we do believe that the latter alternative will be accepted ; and then it will be St Domingo over again. America cannot aid them. The Northern States are too deeply pledged to dare to engage in such an unholy crusade. The Southern States have their hands full at home : Their own slaves would be up, were they to despatch a force to the islands. Besides, America has no standing army, the only efficient tool of slave-holders. In a very few years at the farthest, the servile war will begin in the British slave colonies. It is then that the worth and importance of our missionaries will be acknowledged, even more than it has yet been. If among a population reared in a state of society calculated to make their reason only an instrument of deeper degradation than mere instinct could have led to, one spark of a higher principle remain, it will be owing to their teaching. If amid the burnings, devastations, and bloodshed which are impending, instances of self-control appear on the part of the infuriated victors, (for victors the slaves must be ;) or something approaching to a distinct view of the object of the struggle, and a power of organizing the multitude for its attainment, be visible, it will be owing to the generous and self-devoted daring of those among them who have courage to remain on the scene of horror. We adjure them by their high calling, “ as they fear God, and regard man,” to gird themselves for this trial. A task of usefulness and worth in the divine regard, to which no mere human strength can nerve a man, awaits them. We know that they will be found “ with their lamps burning, and their loins girded."



We returned a few days ago, from our annual excursion to our cottage in the Grampians, whither we always resort during the grouse-shooting campaign ; and were it not that our magazine is devoted to canvassing the destinies of men, rather than of moorfowl, we should willingly follow the bent of our autumnal inclinations, and proceed to expatiate largely on our Mantons and Purdies ; on our magazines of powder and shot; on the very superior noses, the high breeding, and the finished education of our stanch establishment of setters; to the leading dog of which, in the exuberance of our political feelings, and of our gratitude for the blessings our Premier has recently conferred upon us, we have given the proud name of Earl Grey. We should give a detailed account of all our varied warfare, both by land and by water; on mountain, on moor, on river, on lake, and on tarn ; of all our successes, and of all our disappointments; particularly noticing the days when our own unerring eyes, and undeviating double-barrels, were the means of loading the backs of our gillies with full game-bags, which happily chastened their alpine strides to an equality with our more sober paces; and again pointing out, with great care, those extraneous, and altogether uncontrollable causes, which, in defiance of our unvarying accuracy of aim, did, on certain days, most unaccountably conspire to baffle us, and, much to our dissatisfaction, left the broad shoulders of our Highlanders altogether unincumbered. All this we should have told, together with all the other incidental, accidental, transcendental, and minor matters, naturally requiring to be recorded in a well-written sporting tour. But at the present time, men's minds are too much occupied with the fate of their country, and as a most important feature of it, more immediately intent on watching the probable result of the future elections, for any such trifles as these to find room in them. We shall therefore leave all such things to sleep till some second Colonel Thornton shall arise, on some future halcyon occasion, to celebrate our exploits; and we shall now hasten to give an extract from our journal, which, we hope, may be found not entirely unconnected with the all-engrossing subject of the purity of representation and of election.

Whilst on our way homewards, we sojourned one night in a small burgh town lying in our route, and, after an early breakfast next morning, we again mounted the driving seat of our dog-cart, and with as sporting an attitude as we could possibly assume, the resistless effect of which, indeed, was sufficiently proved by the undisguised admiration exhibited by certain juvenile milliners' apprentices, who watched our departure from a large bay window opposite our inn, we started, and dashed down the street at a pace that called forth the clamorous applause, not only of the raggamuffin boys, but also of divers nondescript burgh curs which rushed forth from either side of the way, to follow in the wake of our triumphal car, and to the imminent jeopardy of certain aldermanic ducks, who, accustomed as they had been all their lives to maintain the crown of the causeway in dignified composure, in defiance even of the rapid wheel of his Majesty's mail coach, had, notwithstanding, very considerable difficulty in waddling out of our way. In the midst of this our vain-glorious career, and when we had almost reached the town's-end, we suddenly experienced one of those reverses of fortune, which are frequently sent, like salutary medicines, to reduce the fever of human pride, when it rises above that degree which marks the truly healthy state of the human mind. In driving over a deep kennel that ran across the street, our machine sustained so rude a shock, that we were fairly pitched upwards by the concussion, completely into the air, like the ball from the trapshoe, and our persons descended from this, their sudden elevation, with a weight and force so tremendous, as instantly to produce a great, most unexpected, and most alarming derangement of the equilibrium of our vehicle. “W00—00–00—0 up!”—cried we, pulling up our reins in very considerable dismay; and in truth it was full time for us to do so, for the body of our carriage hung over in so threatening a manner, that, had we not succeeded in suddenly stopping our course, we, and carriage, and dogs, and detonators, would have been tumbled in chaotic confusion most ingloriously into the mud. As it happened, however, we managed to descend very gingerly and without injury from our exalted position, when, to our no small mortifi. cation, we discovered that in consequence of the rude jerk we had received, one of our new patentgrasshopper springs had hopped altogether from its place, and been broken in its most delicate part. So there we and our attendant stood, utterly at a loss what to do, our faculties paralyzed by the magnitude of our misfortune, surrounded by a crowd of inquisitive but unaiding idlers; and to add to our confusion, as we were consulting together, amidst the frequent interruptions of numerous officious advisers among those who had assembled about us, two of our gay and handsome milliners' girls came tripping along the pavement, each with a band-box in her hand, and with a wicked simper on her face, that made both of us bite our lips very sillily, and look extremely foolish.

As there is no happiness without alloy in this life, so there are few misfortunes altogether void of alleviating circumstances. By good luck our accident had taken place exactly opposite to a forge, over the door of which was painted in large letters, “ Robert Strongitharm, Smith and Farrier;" and as the brawny muscles of Robert himself were at that moment actively employed in wielding a ponderous fore-hammer, in the act of ringing a wheel belonging to an old gig, which we observed standing by the side of the way, propped up on one leg as it were, like some ballad-singing mendicant, we resolved to put our case immediately into the horse-doctor's hands.

Like all members of the faculties of law, physic, farriery, and ironforging, when a new case is presented to them, Dr. Strongitharm pronounced our case, or rather the grasshopper spring, to be a very bad case. But, as he very properly observed, there seldom is any case so bad but that it may be cured, provided a proper adviser, and skilful operator can be obtained to plan and perfect its cure; and he accordingly began honestly to congratulate us on our having been tossed by our good fortune into hands so very experienced as his.

“ It's a kittle kind o' a job gentlemen,” said he ; “ but it's weel for ye that ye ha'e forgathered wi' ane gey an’ weel acquaint wi' siccan fasheous maitters. Had ye happened on yon useless scart o' a cratur, Johnnie MacGruther, i' the grand shop yonder, twa three doors farther up the street, though he kens mair than a do about pokers an' tangs, an'nit-crackers, an'moose-fa's, ma certy, ye might ha' been lang eneuch i' the toon afore he could ha' sorted your spring. But, let's see !--Od, as this is a pressin' affair that winna’ thole delay, a'm no sure but a ha'e an auld gershapper that may do a' the turn till ye win hame. Come here, Tammas; bring the pliers i’ye're hand. Haud up the body a wee better, man-noo, that 'ill do.” And the smith was in the middle of the business in the twinkling of an eye.

Somewhat tickled by the humour of this son of Vulcan, and being moreover very desirous to see the work forwarded, so that we might be speedily again en route, we entered the smithy with our disabled vehicle, whilst our servant put the horse into an adjoining stable. Th stood silently watching the labours of Mr. Strongitharm and his attendant Cyclops. The broad and good-natured visage of the smith, that looked as if it had been modelled in black diamond, first began to shine over the anvil, and then, by degrees, it even appeared to ignite by the glow of the fire it was exposed to, until at last it absolutely glowed like


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