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Crawfurd to the Titles of Crawfurd and Lindsay 122
the Waverley Novels.
trious and Eminent Personages of the Nineteenth Cen-
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be, there is dignity and power in them. Many meanings
lurk in the depths of your expressive eyes, and on your New-Year's Day
ample forehead a phrenologist would gaze with rapture; for he would there discover organ towering above organ,
like Pelion heaped on Ossa. Edinburgh Literary Journal.
New-YEAR's-Dar (blushing.) Indeed, indeed, you compliment my personal appearance more than it deserves.
Edin. Lit. Jour. Not a jot; and you will not long New Year's Day. Ah! my dear Journal, I was sure have mingled in society, before that ingenuous blush at that you would receive me with a smiling face. There the sound of your own praises will cease to mantle on are many persons who look suspiciously on me, and your cheek. when I offer to shake hands with them, they hold out New-Year's-Day. Pardon me, but I hope not. I am the tips of their forefingers in a way so cold and repul- resolved to avoid, if possible, the contamination arising sive, that they wound my feelings deeply; for I have from the indulgence in the fashionable vices of the day; feelings, however little I may look like it.
and I have thus early visited you, of whom I had often Edin. Lit. JOUR. “The cold in clime are cold in heard even in my seclusion, to request, that in all matters blood;" but we are not so. We were so intimately ac connected with morals, and the attendant handmaids of quainted with your elder brother, 1830, that we should | Virtue --Literature, Science, and the Arts, you will act consider ourselves acting very strangely indeed, were we as my Mentor, my adviser, my guide. I know of no one to refuse to acknowledge any member of his family. in whose judgment I place greater confidence, or to whose Poor 1830! he was one of the best fellows we ever opinions I shall ever be disposed to listen with greater knew,--passionate, to be sure, and with an immense deference. The nucleus, as you are, that draws towards bump of destructiveness, as witness several dynasties one common centre a host of the most eminent persons whicla he broke up, as a child breaks up its toys; but in that Scotland and England can produce, your society must bis domestic and social moods, and with his own friends always be valuable, your conversation always varied and -and we held one of the first places in his regard—he delightful. was full of gentle feelings, pleasant fancies, and quaint Edin. Lit. Jotr. Pleased as we are with the devices.
favourable sentiments you entertain for us, it would New-YEAR'S DAY (much affected, and pulling out a be folly to affect to deny, that we certainly enjoy cambric handkerchief.) Your praise of my brother touches opportunities of bringing together as pleasant literary me the more that I never saw him. Hewent forth into the assemblies as are to be met with anywhere. It was but a world before I remember any thing, and, until his recent short time before your brother's death, on last Christmas death, my relations insisted on my living a very retired Day, that we took occasion to ask a few friends to meet and solitary life. One word of praise from you is worth with him, and he declared when be left us, which was a thousand homilies.
not tilla very late hour, that he had never enjoyed so admi. Edit. Lit. Jour. We are certainly not much given rable a party before. And no wonder, for among the to flatter; and when we say that we and 1830 enjoyed ladies we had Mrs S. C. Hall, with her warm heart many a delightful day together, you may believe that we and pleasant humour, ever fresh and new; Miss Landon, are sincere. It was at the period when he was in the with her deep feeling and beautiful fancy; the authoresses summer of his life that our friendship was drawn together of the “ Odd Volume,” with their lively and natural by the closest links. Many a time and oft did we spend imaginations; and though last not least, Gertrude, with long hours together among the woods and streams; and her fine genius, every day springing out into riper luxuto some of these hours we look back with emotions that riance ;—then among the men, we had the Ettrick can never be altogether obliterated from our heart. It Shepherd-the only Ettrick Shepherd in the world ; is, indeed, melancholy to think that they should have fled Allan Cunningham, one of the most universally esteemed so fast, and that he to whom we were mainly indebted of all the Scottish writers of the day; Tennant, the bard for their enjoyment, should now lie buried in the tomb of of “ Anster Fair,” in his own departments of classical all the Capulets. Peace to his ashes ! It is possible that literature and grotesque Scottish humour unequalled; Sir we may never look upon his like again.
John Sinclair, the venerable baronet who has done more New Year's Day (wiping his eyes.) It is needless to for statistics and agriculture—two of the most important indulge in unavailing grief. I am a scion of a noble and subjects to which the intellect can be directed-than all an ancient house ; and the more my predecessors have his contemporaries put together; Malcolm, the poet-soldistinguished themselves, the more does it become me to dier, he who has dreamt fair dreams upon the tented fields exert myself also.
of Spain ; Macdonald, the poet-sculptor, who carves out Edix. Lit. Joue. You say right; and if, as Lord of marble, thoughts that would be but dimly seen through Chesterfield bas remarked, a pleasant countenance be as the haze of words ; Knowles, with his original and engood as a letter of introduction, we are happy to inform thusiastic mind; Carne, and Chambers, and S. C. Hall, you that yours has prepossessed us in your favour. and Kennedy, and Thomson, and Weir, and AtkinsonThough your features have still somewhat of a boyish all good men and true; we had these, and how could they book, and are not yet quite so fully developed as they wili ), fail to make the hours fly past on wings of enchantment?
New-YEAR'S-Day. Would that I too had been with His hair was white, and solemn bis embrace ; you on Christmas! but my hard fates prevented me. I met his mother, but some heavy woe When shall I ever behold such a party as that which you Had bow'd her stately age_its cause I did not know. have described ! Edin. Lit. Jour. This very day.
The house was silent, and no more the same New-Year's-Day. How! Is it possible!
As it had been in happy seasons fled ; Edin. Lit. Jour. We were determined that on your I saw that change was there, but whence it came first visit to us you should have a specimen of the society I wist not, until solemnly she said, which our dear deceased 1830 loved so much ; and, if “ Dost thou not know our son is with the dead ? we have not formed very erroneous conclusions, you also Like thee he long'd for each famed foreign shore; will become no less attached to it.
Like thee he left his father's house, and sped * New-YEAR's-Day. You overwhelm me with joy. Shall To old renowned lands_alas ! no more I be introduced to all the persons you have mentioned ? To bless us with his sight, and his home's light restore !
Edin. Lit. Jour. To many of them, and also to some others, no less interesting, whose presence will give a new “ Strange was it-in his vigorous, youthful might, feature to our entertainment to-day, and will show you And in the pleasant land of Italy, that our resources are nearly as inexhaustible as they are A swift decay came o'er him, and bis light valuable. We may indeed as well take this opportunity Of life was quench'd in such short space, that we, of telling you, that, in anticipation of your coming, and Though journeying with what anxious hasie might be, in consideration of the friendly footing on which we have Saw nought of him but his untimely grave! always been with the other members of your family, we
He lies beneath a stately cypress tree, have made arrangements by which we shall secure for
Within the sound of the great ocean's wave, you, during the whole period of your existence, a weekly And amid records old of the renown'd and brave. treat of a similar kind to that which you shall this day
“0, desolate the home from which the pride, receive,--similar, yet continually varied, and as far removed as can be from the dulness of monotony.
The joy, and beauty thus have pass'd away! New-YEAR's-Day. My gratitude knows no bounds.
And many marvell’d that we should abide
Within its walls, to mournful thoughts a prey ; Much as I was prepared to love you, I find that the
But it was not for us to lightly lay reality far exceeds my expectations. There can be only one such being in the world.
Our sorrow by, as aught of little worth ; Edin. Lit. Jour. There is only one. But our friends
God sent the trial,—and here, day by day, have already assembled ; let us join them.
Within our son's dear home and place of birth, New-Year's Day. Where shall we find them?
We wait all future change, with loosen'd hold on earth!" Edin. Lit. Jour. Behold! Enter! The Edinburgh LITERARY JOURNAL points to No. 19, Waterloo Place ; New-Year's-Day eagerly,
A LAST LOOK.
Tutti tornate alla gran madre antica,
E il vostro nome appena si ritrova.
It was evening :-such a day-close as sinks to rest on I saw his home ere it had seen a change,
the bosom of fair Italy. A lonely traveller had gained
a summit of the everlasting adamant which girdles this I knew the haunts in which his youth was spent ; For, o'er the hills, and through the greenwood's range,
country of the soul this garden of the world. He had
sojourned for a space amid its intellectual treasures-its I, in my happy childbood, with him went.
all but holy reminiscences; and the steps of his pilgrimAll eyes on him, as on a star, were bent,
age were now homewards to his own loved northern And his glad spirit cast a light around,
land. A few paces even beyond that overhanging rock, For, like a winged joy, his spirit sent
and the scene will shut from his sight for ever. He Gladness to all, and even men renown'd
turned to look again, as men do at what they love, and Sought him, nor friends would meet when he was absent
yet must leave. found.
From his resting-place on an Alpine cliff, Italy lay His father show'd the trees that he had set,
far as eye could reach, around and beneath, bathed in the
splendour of her own indescribable sunset, Deeming his very hand had bless'd the earth; And when at eve the friendly circle met,
“ Lost and obscured in food of golden light.” Kind, genial spirits, round a social hearth,
It was an hour and place wherein might seem exposed Stern age grew warm before his cordial mirth; the whole wealth of Nature's tranquil beauty and magAnd his proud mother, proud she well might be ! pificence. At band was grandeur of the sternest characDid bless the happy hour that gave him birth; ter; but radiance and shade— foliage, form, and hue, and
And his deep love, and wit like lightning free, distance, like hope mid the harsh realities of life, bad Tamed proud hearts to his will, clasp'd kind ones modulated into harmony the stupendous elements of the tenderly.
Not a sound, save at intervals, as the breathing
air came gratefully over the sense, the booming of the For foreign travel I had left my home;
secret waterfall, struck faintly on the ear, recalling the And home returning, after three years' space,
remote fountain of some classic stream of yore. With ardent hopes of pleasant days to come,
-such as Claude delights to paint-of intensest sweetest Longing to hear his words and see his face,
blue overhead, fell upon the distance and midland in a I sought, in eager love, my native place.
shower of amber light. Amid the transparent glow, as I met his father, but his step was slow,
if pencilled in gold, was traced the far-off Apennines ;
nearer, the champaign Lombardy showed, on its purpled We have much pleasure in adding to the list of our contributors, one of whose genius we have more than once taken occasion to speak
expanse, with the praise due to it. The above beautiful poem was transmitted “ Like lines and hues on ocean's breast at eve," to us by the authoress, with a politeness the more valued that it was nalooked for and unasked.
city and forest-plain and winding stream ;-nearer still,