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question is not, whether Carthage shall be destroyed or preserved ? but, whether Rome shall be destroyed, in order that Carthage may be destroyed also? There are perhaps some difficulties in the commencement of this new policy; but nothing can exceed the magnificence of the prospect that lies beyond them. The very extent of the view, and grandeur of the objects, will excite an intelligence and an energy by which the greatest difficulties will be overcome. Great objects must excite great minds, and little minds will follow then.

Song on the 42d Regiment.



I have just read a debate in council at Barbadoes, on Report of a the dispatch of my Lord Bathurst to his excellency Sir Henry Warde;" and I think it impossible to read the very able speech of Mr Hamden without suspecting that the abolitionists have calumniated the planters. I do not suspect them of intentional falsehood, or even of malice; but I think that they abuse the moral strength of their cause, and that they are in danger of destroying the effect of their virtuous indignation, by too prompt and heedless an exercise of it. These men do not know the real strength of the cause which they advocate. They are not aware, that a clear, unreserved, uncompromising exposition of general principles, by men who know the

THEY come-the glorious band!

But few their numbers be; Their thousands sleep on foreign land, Far-far beyond the sea!

Song on the 420 Begiment.

But weep not for the dead,

Whose toils and pains are o'er; For them alone should tears be shed Who live but to deplore

For hearts of hope bereft-
(The love of woman flown)
For youth and beauty early left
To pine and die alone.

[Jan. power as well as the truth of their argument, is the most powerful weapon of attack which Nature has given for overthrowing all the high places of wickedness. It excites in bad men a feeling of inferiority and denature cannot endure,-an apprehengradation which the pride of human sion of infamy, more intolerable than the actual suffering. timendi non item. There is another Dolendi modus, advantage in this way of attacking abuses. It cannot injure the innocent, or those who are at peace with their own consciences, and who, to the best of their ability, identify their private interests with the interests of other men. General principles are naturally opposed to arbitrary power; former, who are not interested in and none have cause to dread the maintaining the latter.

the West-India planters might be It seems to me, that the debts of reduced with the consent of their creditors, as the rents of British farmers have been reduced with the consent of their landlords. But I am not sufficiently acquainted with the facts of this subject.

should be punished with death, on I am not sure that a white man the evidence of slaves. He may be sent home to this country, and confined in a Panopticon. ment ought to be proportioned to the The punishstrength of the evidence, as well as to the magnitude of the crime. This principle would admit of a more general application. A. B. C.

Youth's laurels bloom in tears

Its memory, breathed in sighs,
Lives on thro' friendship's fleeting years,
And with fond friendship dies.

But what is Fame to those

Its voice who cannot hear-
Which breaks not on the long repose,
Nor soothes the " dull, cold" ear?

Then weep not for the dead,

For they are past all pain;
No breaking heart-no aching head
Lies on the battle-plain !

J. M.

No. IV.

But how the subject theme may gang,
Let time and chance determine;
Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.


Ar the request of my brethren of the Harum-Scarum Club, I for once take the post of our much-respected Secretary, Martinus Scriblerus, who has met with an accident, which, although not dangerous, will for some time prevent him from wielding the quill.


It is one of Rochefoucault's max. ims, that, in the misfortunes of our best friends, there always some thing not unpleasing to us; and his observation is so far confirmed in the circumstance I have just stated; for while all of us esteem and regard our worthy brother and Secretary, we are pleased to have an opportunity, for once, of substituting another in his office; not that we are dissatisfied with his services, but that we may supply some circumstances which he has omitted. From his communications to you, it would appear that the club consisted of only six members; whereas, in the language of Wordsworth, we are seven." Whether this error proceeded from our Secretary's modesty, or that, like the wise men of Gotham, he omitted himself, when reckoning over the members, we shall not determine; suffice it to say, that he produced a sey-piece, and was enrolled a member, on that evening when the Club was constituted; and as his pen has given some notoriety to our Institution, whether we are to obtain the respect, or excite the risibility of the public, we hold it meet that he take his proportionate share. And as he has faithfully sketched the characters of the different members, we have resolved that his shall not be omitted in the group; and although now a little in the background, it shall be portrayed with fidelity; for, in obedience to the commands of the Club, and also my own feelings, I shall

Nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice.


Scriblerus is a bachelor in the noon of life, by profession a limb of the law. He lately had a fair chance of succeeding to the office of TownClerk, which is now filled by a venerable gentleman, whom Time will soon oblige to resign; but the H. S. Club is obnoxious in the eyes of our rulers, and our Secretary, in his account of it, has incurred their high displeasure; hence there is no chance of his succeeding to any office or emolument under their patronage. In his early years, he was rather a wildish boy, and being, in our homely phrase, gleg of the uptake, his lessons at school cost him little trouble, leaving him leisure for other pursuits; and many of his school-boy pranks are still remembered, both by his friends and enemies; for he had studied and practised many hocus-pocus tricks, and might have passed for a Herman Boaz in town, and a conjuror in the country. He constructed a magic lantern and camera obscura; had always a supply of phosphorus, detonating powders, and other chemical preparations, by which he amused some, while others trembled with alarm at his exhibitions. During the leisure hours of his apprenticeship, he studied natural and experimental philosophy with some success, particularly electricity and galvanism, both of which still contribute to his amusement. With a heart that feels, and a hand ever ready, according to his abilities, to relieve what he believes the real distresses of his fellow-creatures, Martin still delights in his practical jokes on the ignorant and timid; forgetting, that the fears of a bewildered imagination are in themselves real evils, often producing acute and lasting pain. And although he every night devotes a portion of his time endeavouring to banish his landlady's rheumatism by electricity, yet he is never

better pleased than when he can extract some fun from his philosophy. But, exclusive of losing the Town Clerkship, by quizzing the Provost, he has lately had two practical lessons, which, it is the hope of his friends, will, in some degree, wean him from this propensity.

The Harum-Scarum Club.-No. IV.

A rich, but simple countryman, not long ago, called on him, intending to employ him as his agent in a lawsuit. The electric machine stood on a table in the room, and Scriblerus saw, with delight, that his client viewed it with wondering curiosity; and in answer to a query what it was, replied, that it was a newlyinvented musical instrument; and proposed playing an air, requesting the man to hold the chain till he put it in tune. The consequence may be easily guessed; the countryman received a shock, which first frightened, and then offended him; no apology nor explanation could appease him; he went off in a rage, and our friend lost his client. The accident alluded to, in the beginning of my letter, was produced by a similar cause. His landlady had got a new servantmaid, who, Martin soon discovered, had never seen an electric machine; he conceived this an opportunity too good to be lost, and soon planned a double plot, in which his dupes were to be the servant-maid Susan, and his landlady's cat. Having put his machine in good tune, he called Susan up stairs, and, by some plausible story, persuaded her to sit down with puss on her lap, holding her gently with both hands. Twisting the chain around the cat's neck, he proceded without delay, and soon produced effects far beyond his anticipations, for when the discharge took place, Susan, uttering a wild scream, fell on the floor, dragging both the cat and the electric machine along with her. Scriblerus, in his attempts to disengage the chain, had his right hand severely bit by the infuriated animal, and the machine was dashed in pieces. The scream of the girl had alarmed her mistress, who, coming up, found Susan on the floor in a swoon, and the lawyer standing over her, with his hand bleeding profusely. The good woman soon formed an opinion of the cause very wide of the truth, and began to express her sentiments

accordingly, when her lodger entreat[Jan. ed her to run for Dr Tell, and all should be explained afterwards. The man of medicine was luckily at home, and hastened to his friend. When the girl was restored to life, though scarcely to her senses, Martin_prothis unexpected catastrophe, and exceeded to state what had produced pressed great alarm about his wound, which was very painful, and his arm already much swelled. Dr Tell be well to take advantage of his fears, saw his alarm, and believed it might as the means of curing his propensity to those wanton tricks. He therefore dressed the wound with a grave countenance, and being earnestly entreated to say, candidly, whether any bad consequences were likely to follow, seemed reluctant to answer. patient; and being adjured, in the This only increased the alarm of his most solemn manner, to speak candidly, he said, that the cat had been put in a rabid state by the shock, and there was no foreseeing the possible consequences; although he hoped to prevent them, by putting his paregimen. Having kept his friend tient under a troublesome and severe under this terror as long as appeared prudent, he read him a severe lecture on the imaginary fears he had tained a solemn promise, that these too often inflicted on others, and obtricks should be renounced; he then assured Scriblerus he had no bad consequences to apprehend, and that he would undertake the cure with the utmost confidence.

amusement of his friends, and the The story soon got air, to the secret gratification of his enemies. Some advised him to apply to Prince Hohenloe; while others agreed, that, being a heretic, the holy man would it would not be answered. Martin not pray for him, or even if he did, himself now laughs at the joke, which is known all over the town, and has already cost him a new gown to the servant-maid, and another electric machine, besides disqualifying him from writing for some time to come.

piece, which he prefaced with the
I now annex a copy of his sey-
following introduction :

tionary tale lies on the coast, a few
The scene of the following tradi-

miles north-east of Arbroath; the ro-
mantic caves are well known, some
of which run quite through rocks,
and land him who explores them on
a spot where all is new around him.
One is dark, and runs to great ex-
tent under ground. In the ages
ignorance and superstition, this was
named the "Forbidden Cave," and
firmly believed to be occupied by
demons from the infernal regions.
Even in the last century, few would
have been found possessed of suffi-
cient fortitude to venture within its
portal. I have often heard the out-
line of my tale told by my grand-
mother, although I have taken the
liberty of altering the catastrophe,
which, as related by her, was truly
horrible. Dickmount-Law is more
than a mile distant from the en-
trance of the cave, where, according
to tradition, the piper and his wife
entered, when returning drunk from
a wedding. Next day, the piper was
heard at Dickmount-Law, sound-
ing his drone, also his wife singing
the following distich, in a doleful

Lone, lost, and weary, plays Tammy Tyrie,
Beneath the barns of Dickmount-Law!

I CHANT the deeds of departed days,
A tale of the olden time;
Though limpingly lags on my verse,
And careless is my rhyme.

Where none who enter'd e'er return'd,
To find an earthly grave.

Soon after, the piper's dog was seen to issue from the cave, with such accompaniments as I shall not shock your feelings by naming; but they plainly indicated the death of his mistress. The piper continued to play incessantly for some nights and days after, but was never more seen on earth. Thus runs the current tradition, which at one period was firmly believed by many.

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And, haply, you have heard the tale
Of thedark Forbidden Cave,

dark sea,

On the bounding billows borne.
In wintry winds, a boat of fire,
Steer'd by a spectre form,
Would proudly rise on the mountain wave,
Light gliding in the storm;
Like arrow from a well-bent bow,

Would shoot athwart the gloom,
And swifter than the speed of light

Dart in its darksome womb.

Then the paddling oars were heard to plash,

Amidst the salt-sea foam;

And a hollow voice, from its dark recess,
Would cry,

"You're welcome home !"

If you've ever been where rude rocks rise,
By Brothock's winding shore,
Where Becket's ruin'd Abbey stands
In age sublimely hoar;

Then shouts of wild unearthly glee

Would strike the list'ning ear;
And laughter loud, and revelry,

Unmeet for man to hear.

You've seen the deep indented caves,
The work of Nature's hand;
And their yawning fronts, where wild
waves dash,

As they rush o'er the strand.

Down div'd beneath the briny flood,
The monsters of the deep;

The Piper of Dickmount-Law. And the hoary seal, with shaggy head,

Behind the rocks would creep.

And then would wake the winds of

And the bellowing tempests roar;
And the mountain wave, with curling
Would lash the sounding shore.

The sea-fowls, sleeping in their nests,
Would wake with wailing scream;
And the fisher, laid on his homely couch,

Would start in a frightful dream,

The sheep would bleat in the distant fold,

As the grey-rocks echoed round,
And stars would shoot in the midnight


So awful was the sound.

The frighten'd fish forgot to swim,

And jump'd with quivering fin; The limpet clung to the tangled crag,

So dreadful was the din.

And never a boat would take the sea

Till the Sabbath bell had rung;
Nor fisher dare to leave the land

Till holy mass was sung.

Tom Tyrie was a man of might,

Who liv'd at Dickmount-Law, And none like him, besouth the Dee, Could Highland bagpipe blaw:

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