from a polluted world; well was it for him to whom thou wouldst have flown in thy desolateness, that his place was filled by a stranger to his wounded dove,-one who, though devoted as a brother, could better bear up under the bitter ministrations of that hour! "Through the means adopted, she gave token of revival. Her hand had retained a small gold cross, and she raised it to her lips. The clouded lids were slowly expanded from her large dark eyes. A low agonizing moan followed. I hastened to present the wine. In the act, the mantilla fell from the arm which conveyed the glass. Appallingly she shrieked,—became convulsed,-passed from fit to fit,-expired. "I called the sergeants. We are here!' they answered. Spurn those monsters, bound as they are, into the court-yard; remain in the house until morning-I must 2 666 an old woman incapable of bearing children, hence applied as a term of reproach ;—we have an objection to this in common with all the Gaelic Dictionaries which we have seen, viz. that it does not sufficiently distinguish between words truly Celtic, and others which have merely crept into provincial use from the Lowlands, or which have been compounded hastily, often inelegantly, and almost always unnecessarily, to render words which the Celts have hitherto been content to express by a periphrase. This may serve the purpose of Drs Macleod and Dewar very well. They seem to wish that the Gaelic may become a classical language, and they are anxious to supply its deficiencies; but this must prove an idle expectation. The Gaelic is rapidly passing away, and as a spoken language will soon be forgotten. We do not regret this; and even though we were Highlanders, and naturally attached to the language as well as to all the other interests of our native mountains, we should not regret it. The litera"I plunged into the darkness. The black ensigns of the ture of England is that which must amuse, instruct, and Almighty's wrath were unfurled over the earth, of which enlighten the Celts. They have scarcely any literature all lovely and holy things had taken an eternal farewell, of their own, and what little they have is calculated rather and resigned it to the dominion of demons. There was to to debase their taste, and to impede the progress of moral be no future resurrection of the morning. Thus spoke my and intellectual improvement, than to direct their emulatempestuous emotions. But morning came at last; and its tion to proper objects, or to promote useful knowledge. grey eye saw me, like a shipwrecked mariner, pacing mourn-We are not ungrateful for the boon of the Gaelic Scrip fully near the gate of St Jago." hence.' "It will be dangerous, sir, to venture into the streets to-night-consider your wound.' "It may be so I wish it may; help me to clear the passage-I do not feel a wound !' There is more strong light and shade, and what a painter would call effective grouping, in the above passage, than in any other part of the volume. The author avoids-perhaps too scrupulously-any thing that might be considered over-strained and unnatural. He is anxious to stick closely by human life as it really exists; but we do not think his work would have lost in interest had he here and there introduced a still greater degree of contrast among his characters, and a little more brilliancy of colouring. Several very pretty pieces of poetry are interspersed; the stanzas with which the volume concludes appeared originally in this Journal. tures-this was a necessary work, and will yet be necessary for some generations; we are not even unthankful for Gaelic Messengers and Gaelic Sermons,—we doubt not they have amused and instructed many; and we are certainly very far from regretting that much learning, and research, and labour, and expense, have been bestowed on Gaelic Dictionaries;-the philologist, the historian, the philosopher, will now and in after ages derive much useful information from these valuable repertories of the language of ancient Europe. What we deprecate, is the attempt to foist upon us words of arbitrary editorial coinage as the genuine language of the Gael,-thus making a new language, when we only wish to ascertain, and understand, and preserve, the old. We have chosen rather to animadvert on the folly of the system, than to bring the charge home to Drs Macleod and Dewar, by quoting instances of such compounds and substitutes from their work. They are to be found, however, almost in every page; but the charge lies almost equally against the larger Dictionaries, so we may make the observation general. For A Dictionary of the Gaelic Language, in Two Parts; 1st, Gaelic and English; 2d, English and Gaelic. By the Rev. Dr Norman Macleod, and the Rev. Dr Daniel Dewar. Glasgow. W. R. M'Phun. 1831. 8vo. WHEN the first number of this work was published, we took an opportunity of stating our opinion of its general plan, and, so far as we were then enabled to form In a few instances, we are disposed to question the a judgment, of its execution. We have now the com- authority by which the Editors give the preference to plete work before us, and we are much pleased to find, certain words over others, which they are pleased to that instead of cause to retract, we have rather to add to, mark as obsolete. We suspect the authority is frequently the praise which we formerly felt it our duty to bestow nothing more than that the favoured word happens to be on the labours of Drs Macleod and Dewar. At the same the Argyleshire dialect, though the rejected one is equally time, we are not disposed by any means to acknowledge, pure perhaps, and in more general use over the Highthat the work which they have executed so creditably lands. Even if the less favoured word should be a corwas one of much difficulty. So much has been done of ruption, it ought not to be marked as obsolete, but should late in the department of Celtic lexicography, that a very either be rejected altogether, or noticed as corrupt. moderate share of learning, and no very extraordinary example, "easgann" is an eel, while "eascu," most unportion even of industry, were quite sufficient for the questionably in very general use, whether properly or not, accomplishment of such a task. The editors take credit is marked as obsolete. In justice to the Editors, we to themselves for the addition of many words which are must, however, confess, that in our hasty glance at their not to be found in the larger lexicons, by Armstrong and Dictionary, we find few instances of this kind, while we by the Highland Society. We readily take this fact upon see much to praise. In a cheap form, and in moderate their authority, but as we do not happen to have either compass, the Gaelic student has here a most excellent and of the larger Dictionaries lying near us at present, we valuable work. We cannot, however, help regretting, have not the means of ascertaining the value and import- that the Editors did not give an additional value to their ance of the new additions. We hope they do not consist Dictionary, (which might have been done at little or no in such un-Celtic adjectives as "prothaisteach" (corpulent,) additional expense,) by giving the pronunciation on the from the word provost, or in such instances of pay plan of Walker's English Dictionary. In a language porepov as "aol-chlach," (limestone.) But without like the Gaelic, which is pronounced so differently from dwelling upon such instances, or the far more numerous the written form, this is absolutely necessary, and scarcely ones in which the editors have given us a deficient, and less to the native student than to strangers. The prosometimes even a false, explanation of particular words, nunciation of Argyleshire, or, still better, of Inverness, "cailleach," for instance, they render only in the vulgar might have been adopted as a standard. We do not deacceptation, an old woman—an old wife; omitting alto-spair of seeing this done, some time or other, in a pocket gether its true meaning,- —an useless old woman,-strictly, edition. The Shamrock; a Collection of Irish Songs, many of them scarce, or never before published but in a separate state. Edited by Mr Weekes, of the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane. Glasgow. Atkinson and Co. 1831. 18mo, pp. 254. 66 And my head, you must know, Och! it's how, &c. "Like a bird I could sing I'm quite bother'd and dead; Och! it's how," &c. In a Ir we are to judge of Irish songs by this collection, we must say, that the words in general are by no means worthy of the music. The simple Irish melodies are perhaps superior even to those of our own Scotland, in rich and varied pathos, sweetness, and refinement of sentiment. This is probably to be attributed to the deeper tone of feeling which pervades the native Irish airs. "In listening to Irish music," Mr Weekes has remarked It has been the misfortune of Irish songs to be subin his preface, we are struck with an exquisite melancholy in its character—a melancholy so profound, that jected to the inroads of the spurious offspring of a set of the finest feelings of the human heart must indeed have wretched Cockneys, whose imagination, as Mr Weekes been grievously wrung to produce such an inimitable observes, went only the extent of supposing that" to pathos." Yet, with all the strange inconsistency which dress a flat contradiction in rhyme was to make a comic All such abortions are detestable. so particularly distinguishes Irishmen, we frequently find Irish song." the saddest airs wedded to words of a light and gro- few instances, however, successful attempts have been tesquely humorous kind. The truth is, music, especially of made by nous autres Anglois to infuse into a song the gea simple character, starts more spontaneously into exist-nuine spirit of Paddyism, as, for example, in the followence, and flows more directly from the heart, than poetry, ing clever verses by Mr Atkinson of Glasgow, who has which is more indicative of previous study and intellec- contributed several songs to the present volume : tual exertion. Now, the native bards of Ireland,-Heaven help them!-have never been conspicuous either for their studious habits, or the strength of their intellectual faculties; and, to speak plainly, their indigenous song-writers, of course with the splendid exception of Moore, are most Yet now and deservedly a nameless and unknown herd. then we do meet with a few verses that please us, from their being full of the genius of the people. scription is the song entitled MA COLLEENOGE. "Oh! sure thus great is my tribulation, Of this de To mourn the loss of my beauteous fair. "The sweet carnation her cheek adorning, Blushes like the morning on the mountain snows, The pride of nature to contemplate her, Oh Death! you traitor! take me to meet her, Our old acquaintance Molly Malone is also redolent of the Emerald Isle. MOLLY MALONE. "By the big hill of Howth- To the heart of a stone; "Och! it's how I'm in love, Your heart to love me, Sweet Molly, sweet Molly Malone, "I can see if you smile, PADDY MAGINN. "O, you'd laugh, if 'twere a sin, "He's a gentleman every bit, "I wish there were more of his kin, 'Tis the man, not the dirt, "But what has become of Maginn? "And has he to the devil ta'en a spin? And the black ones, his revels 3 On the whole, though the materials he had to work upon were but rude, we must express our approbation of the manner in which Mr Weekes has executed his task. men; but the folly, the enthusiasm, the party zeal, and, must we add? the self-interested views and hypocrisy which have been mixed up to an alarming extent with the management and conduct of such attempts as have hitherto been made to carry that object into effect, together with the doubtful, and, at best, insignificant good produced with so much waste of wealth, labour, and life, have tended to cast discredit upon the cause itself, and to cool the ardour of those who entered upon it with the sincere desire and hope of doing good. This we deeply regret; because, although we entertain little respect for the pseudo-philanthropists, who are generally most clamorous at a Bible meeting, or who look for their reward in the printed list appended to its Reports, we think the Missionary spirit one of the genuine fruits of Christianity, and believe that it is yet destined to effect much good. Neither are we prepared to insist, that no good has been already done, so long as we possess the many translations of the whole or parts of Scripture, (of unequal merit, it is true, but all calculated to facilitate the introduction of the Word of God into Heathen lands,) which owe their existence to Missionary exertions. What has recently taken place in the South Seas, gives us some reason to hope that results even still more satisfactory may be achieved, could the friends of Missions be persuaded to substitute rational means for an unwarranted expectation of miraculous success, and sober piety for ill-regulated zeal. We confess that these remarks have been suggested rather by the title than by the contents of the volume now before us. The author's, or rather editor's object, is not to give a detailed view of the progress of Christian. ity in those countries which have enjoyed the benefit of Missionary visitation, but to avail himself of the journals of these devoted travellers, for obtaining authentic information in regard to countries hitherto very little known to Europeans. This idea, which we believe Mr Picken has had the merit of first starting, is a very happy one, and may be followed up much farther than the present publication professes to do. No doubt, the author who undertakes such a task has to wade through much rubbish, the journals of the good missionaries generally having little claim to clearness of arrangement or literary merit of any sort; still they must, and do, contain much that is interesting, and much that is important. Mr Picken seems well qualified to carry on the work which he has begun. He judiciously gives us the several narratives, which he has abridged in an historical form,—a form that has many advantages over a confused mass of garbled extracts. He is thus enabled, with less violence to the narrative, to dispense with the absurd remarks, the bad taste, and the private transactions, which are so liberally mixed up with the generality of Missionary reports; and he has, at the same time, an opportunity of compressing whatever is general, or comparatively unimportant, in the narrative itself. We again repeat our unqualified approbation of the plan of this volume, and we are also disposed to speak in very favourable terms of its execution. Mr Picken appears to have made, in general, a very judicious use of his materials; occasionally, however, he has fallen into the unnecessary style of importance which disfigures the writings of many of the missionaries. Take, for example, the following sentence: "They stood on the quarterdeck, and, in the language of St Paul, wished for land." Truly it was worth while quoting St Paul for the commonplace expression of a feeling which has been common to all sea-faring men from Deucalion in his cock-boat down to the last Cockney tourist, who, under a smart fit of sickness, mistook the Bass rock for the terrestrial paradise! Jefferson's Proceedings in the Georgian Islands, and Ellis's Researches among the South Sea Islands, occupy the rest of the work. Any farther analysis of the volume it is unnecessary for us to give; but we hope that the success of the present publication will encourage the editor to continue, as he hints in his preface, his interesting labours as rédacteur—a character which he has supported with ability upon the present occasion. Preliminary Discourse on the Study of Natural Philosophy. By John Frederick William Herschel, Esq., A.M. Being Vol. XIV. of Lardner's Cabinet Cyclopædia. London. Longman, Rees, Orme, and Co. 1831. THIS is a volume we can conscientiously recommend to the attention of the reading public. It is full of important scientific knowledge, clearly arranged, and distinctly expressed. No one can peruse it attentively without having his eyes opened to many philosophical truths of an important and valuable kind. Our limits do not admit of our entering at present into a detailed account of the contents, but we subjoin two extracts, which will serve as specimens, premising that the whole volume is full of equally instructive matter : THE WONDERS OF PHYSICS. in one second of time, in one beat of the pendulum of a "What mere assertion will make any man believe that clock, a ray of light travels over 192,600 miles, and would therefore perform the tour of the world in about the same time that it requires to wink with our erelids, and in much less than a swift runner occupies in taking a single stride? tion, that the sun is almost a mil ion times larger than the -What mortal can be made to believe, without demonstraearth? and that, although so remote from us, that a cannon ball shot directly towards it, and maintaining its full speed, would be twenty years in reaching it, it yet affects the earth by its attraction in an inappreciable instant of time?-Who would not ask for demonstration, when told that a gnat's wing, in its ordinary flight, beats many hundred times in a second? or that there exist animated and regularly organized beings, many thousands of whose bodies laid close together would not extend an inch? But what are these to the astonishing truths which modern optical enquiries have disclosed, which teach us that every point of a medium through which a ray of light passes is affected with a succession of periodical movements, regularly recurring at equal intervals, no less than 500 millions of millions of times in a to the nerves of our eyes, that we see-nay, more, that it is single second! that it is by such movements, communicated the difference in the frequency of their recurrence which affects us with the sense of the diversity of colour; that, for instance, in acquiring the sensation of redness our eyes are affected 482 millions of millions of times; of yellowness, 542 millions of millions of times; and of violet, 707 millions of times per second? Do not such things sound more like the ravings of madmen, than the sober conclusions of people in their waking senses? They are, nevertheless, conclusions to which any one may most certainly arrive, who will only be at the trouble of examining the chain of reasoning by which they have been obtained." INDESTRUCTIBILITY OF MATTER. "The destruction produced by fire is most striking: in many cases, as in the burning of a piece of charcoal or a taper, there is no smoke, nothing visibly dissipated and carried away; the burning body wastes and disappears, while "nothing seems to be produced but warmth and light, which we are not in the habit of considering as substances; and when all has disappeared, except perhaps some trifling ashes, we naturally enough suppose it is gone, lost, destroyed. But when the question is examined more exactly, we detect, in the invisible stream of heated air which ascends from the glowing coal or flaming wax, the whole ponderable matter, only united in a new combination with the air, and dissolved in it. Yer, so far from being thereby destroyed, it is only become again what it was before it existed in the form world, and a main support of vegetable and animal life, and of charcoal or wax, an active agent in the business of the is still susceptible of running again and again the same round, as circumstances may determine; so that, for aught The first narrative in the volume is that of the Voyage of the Ship Duff to the South Sea in 1796. We have next Dr Vanderkemp's Travels in Southern Africa, perhaps the most interesting part of the whole volume. Mr Campbell's Two Journeys into the Interior of Africa, we can see to the contrary, the same identical atom may be concealed for thousands of centuries in a limestone rock; may at length be quarried, set free in the limekiln, mix with the air, be absorbed from it by plants, and, in succession, become a part of the frames of myriads of living beings, till some concurrence of events consigns it once more to a long repose, which, however, no way unfits it from again resuming its former activity." Men of scientific habits, who examine this work minutely, may, no doubt, discover imperfections and errors in it; but, at the same time, it can hardly fail to inspire them with respect for the talents and sound judgment of its author, Mr Herschel. THIS is one of the earliest copies of any of the American Annuals, for the present year, which has yet reached Scotland. We are glad to perceive that our friends at Boston are making evident and rapid strides in this elegant species of light literature. To take an interest in it implies considerable progress in the arts, and considerable refinement in manners. The Token, in point of appearance and embellishment, is very little behind any of our own annuals; and its literary contents, though supplied by persons whose names are not familiar to us, are highly respectable, and are not the less interesting that their leading features are strictly national. We cannot extract any of the prose papers, on account of their length. But the poetry will supply us with two extracts, in all respects worthy of our own Souvenir. The first is entitled JUST SEVENTEEN. "Her picture hangs before there you A maiden with a dreamy eye, Perusing, in the empty air, The shapes that sometimes hurry by A long-forgotten dream, perhaps, Or some half-whisper'd thing, Welling anew from Memory's silent spring. "Just seventeen! yet in her face A brightness dash'd with tears. The measure in which their ripeness grew. "Didst ever in thy childhood hear A story of a nymph of old, Who, threading by a mirror clear Her fingers in her locks of gold, Did seem so lovely to the eye He bade the image stay, When from the mirror she should glide away? "I think of it whene'er I pass The features pencill'd there so well, For Love still looks on Memory's glass, And though I scorn his art, And feel not, when we part, THE BLIND MOTHER. "Gently, dear mother, here The bridge is broken near thee, and below The waters with a rapid current flowGently, and do not fear. "The moon's new silver shell Is pencill'd passing well, And the swift birds on brilliant pinions flee- "And the kind looks of friends Low to thine ear with duty unforgot- "But thou canst hear-and love "Yes-thou canst hear-and He, And 'tis a lesson in our hearts to know, With but one sense the soul may overflow!" For the sake of their own character, the Bostonians ought to support the Token, for it is a volume whose very exterior tells of pleasant drawing-rooms, well-bred men, and accomplished women; though these have not hitherto been considered the points in which America excels. The History of Scotland, from the Death of King James I., in the year 1436, to the year 1561. By John Lesley, Bishop of Ross. Edinburgh. 1830. "THE following volume," says the editor in his preliminary notice, " contains what may properly enough be denominated the original of the most valuable portion of Bishop Lesley's well-known History of Scotland, printed at Rome in the year 1578," in which "he presents to his countrymen for the first time a copious detail of events from that era, (the death of James I.) down to the year 1562. In the dedication of this latter part of his history to Mary, Queen of Scots, Bishop Lesley alludes to its first composition in the Scottish tongue, as one of the expedients which his affectionate zeal in her service had prompted him to employ, for sustaining the fortitude and constancy of his ill-fated mistress.' A manuscript copy seems to have been presented by Lesley to Mary in the year 1571, two years before his final retreat to the Continent. Nothing has been ascertained respecting the fate of this document; but it is worthy of remark, that the earliest copy known to exist, is that in possession of the family on whom have descended the honours of the first Earl of Melville, the brother of the faithful master of Mary's household. It is apparently in the handwriting of a contemporary English scribe, deformed by occasional errors of transcription, particularly in proper names, and considerably mutilated. 1 : This copy has been adopted as the groundwork of the present edition; its defects having been supplied from one of later date, preserved among the manuscripts of Archbishop Laud, in the Bodleian library. The whole has been collated with other copies, more or less perfect, preserved in different private libraries. The Bishop gives the following account of the motives which induced him to compile his history. We modernise his orthography: "I being retired from the court of England, (where I was resident for a great space in 1568, at your Majesty's command, in treating of your weighty affairs with the Queen's Highness of England and her counsel,) and thereafter remaining at Burton-upon-Trent, awaiting only, yet nevertheless neither having commodity to exercise myself in your Majesty's service therein, for that I was by commandment restrained, nor yet for the present having that place to give counsel in the commonwealth affairs of my native country, or in administration of justice as I was wont to do in Scotland, being one of the counsellors and senators thereof; I thought it very necessary to spare some part of my time to the reading of history, as a most easy, pleasing, and profitable study for the present, principally not having the commodity in these parts to exercise my time in the divine study of the Scriptures, or of the laws, for lack of books in these faculties, and also of the resort and conference of expert and learned men in these sciences, such as I was wont to accompany withal in Scotland. I therefore betook me to read the histories of the realm of England, thinking well to have commodity to get the principal books thereof in this country, as I did; and also that the knowledge of their history is most necessary unto us before all other nations. I employed earnestly my labours in reading the histories written by Polidore, Virgil, Bede, &c. &c.; in which I find many and sundry things set forth by these authors of the deeds and proceedings between England and Scotland, and quite contrary to our annals, registers, and true proceedings collected in Scotland. And albeit the true history of our country be largely, truly, and eloquently treated and written by that cunning and eloquent historiographer, Hector Boetius, yet he writes only to the death of King James the First. And so "Wherefore, most dread and benign sovereign lady, lest that cankered oblivion should deface the glory and deeds of these four sovereign princes, and that some part of your own time may be holden in memory, I have in this vacant time compiled and gathered (and not made) out of diverse, as well foreign as Scottish writers, this simple treatise for the convenience of my country; only not taking upon me to write a history, for I know well how unmeet I am thereto, but that your majesty and my country may have some short abbreviation or summary of the principal deeds in these days, to serve only till it shall please others, better learned and more diligent in searching of the whole circumstances, to set forth the same at greater length for the honour of our nation and country." It would be doing the good Bishop great injustice, to say that he has modelled his history upon that which has generally been attributed to Lindsay of Pitscottie. But it deserves, at all events, to be remarked, that there is a most suspicious coincidence in the thread of their narrative. The different characters of the two compilers have, however, communicated themselves to their writings. Pitscottie is gossiping, but in the highest degree graphic. The style of the Bishop is more generalized,-less adorned with individual portraits: he is a statesman, in short, and looks upon men only in the mass-as political engines. As a specimen of his historical style, we subjoin our author's summary of the CHARACTER OF JAMES THE FIFTH. "There was great dule and moan made for him through all the parts of his realm, because he was a noble prince, and laboured all his days to maintain his subjects in peace, justice, and quietness. He was a man of person and stature convenient, albeit mighty and strong therewith, of countenance amiable and lovely, specially in his communication, his eyes gray and sharp of sight, that whomsoever he did once see and mark, he would perfectly know in all times thereafter, of wit in all things quick and prompt, of a princely stomach and high courage in great perils, doubt ful affairs, and matters of high importance; he had in a manner a divine foresight, for in such things as he went about to do he did them advisedly, and with great deliberation, to the intent that amongst all men his wit and prudence might be noted and regarded, and as far excel and pass all others as his estate and dignity. Besides this, he was sober, moderate, honest, affable, courteous, and so far abhorred pride and arrogance, that he was ever quick and sharp to those who were spotted with that crime. He was also a good and sure Justiciar, by which one thing he allured to himself the hearts of all the people, because they lived quietly and in rest, out of all oppression and molestation of the nobility and rich persons; and to this severity of his was joined and annexed a certain merciful pity, which he did oftimes show to such as had offended, taking rather compositions of money than men's lives, which was a plain argument that he did not use his rigour, except (as he said himself) to bow and abate the high and lawless hearts of the people, specially Erischmen and Borderers, and others nourished and brought up in seditious factions and civil rebellions, and not for greedy desire of riches or hunger of money, although such as were afflicted would cry out; and surely this good and modest Prince did not devour and consume the riches of his country, for he by his high policy marvellously enriched his realm and himself, both with gold and silver, whereof he left great store and quantity in all his palaces at his departing." The volume is neatly and correctly printed, after the manner rejoiced in by the sons of St Bannatyne; and the brothers of the Order have purchased one hundred copies. THE storm still raged, which had reduced myself and two other travellers to solicit shelter in a solitary religious house in one of the passes of the Tyrol. There consequently appeared small hope of our being able to resume each his respective journey, for darkness and tempest were fast closing around. Nor, in truth, did much anxiety seem to be evinced about redeeming our lost time before next morning. The good fathers, of whom only five then happened to be indwellers, had left us to the hospitable cares of a lay-brother, and in possession of the refectory, with abundant appliances of cheerful enjoyment. Our horses, meanwhile, had been stabled in a small cloister leading to the chapel, and looked equally comfortable as their masters. We thus yielded, without reluctance, to circumstances, whose very novelty would have lent a charm to our situation, apart from the peculiar pleasure which unexpected good always imparts. The Accordingly, we soon found ourselves on the most cordial understanding for all the best purposes of temporary fellowship, while each speedily discovered in the others, qualities which awakened regret, to think that such communion must necessarily be for a brief season. senior of the party thus strangely assembled in the spacious and antique hall of Holycross, could not have seen above thirty summers. Study, however, and thought, had impressed traces on his brow, that might have been His first mistaken for the effects of ten more years. appearance bespoke the initiated of some German university. A countenance calm and pale, showed an almost marble immobility, but forth from his large blue eyes looked a soul of unquenched enthusiasm. Our other companion was a native of the genial South, in the first flush of manhood, and eminently handsome, though the inward canker of some peculiar grief had left its ravages on his sunken cheek. The evening had passed away, |