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Scorched, and desolate, and blasted soul,
A gloomy wilderness of dying thought,-
Repined, and groaned, and withered from the earth.
His groanings filled the land his numbers filled ;
And yet he seemed ashamed to groan. Poor man!

Ashamed to ask, and yet he needed help.” Where's the Sun ? We know not Swainson--and our brother Jamesin what airt to look for him, for we and all shepherds. Little suspects he take it that we have been lying under who is lying so near him with a long this rock in a reverie for some hours, pole. Our snuffy suit is of a colour and who knows but it may now be with the storm-stained granite-and if afternoon. It is almost dark enough he walks this way he shall get a buffor evening-and if it be not far on in fet. And he is walking this waythe day, then we shall have thunder. his head up, and his tail down-not One o'clock. Usually the brightest hopping like a filthy raven-but one hour of all the twelve-but any thing foot before the other-like a manbut bright at this moment-can there like a King. We do not altogether be an eclipse going on--an earthquake like it-it is rather alarming-he may at his toilette-or merely a brewing of not be an Eagle after all--but somestorm ? Let us consult our almanac. thing worse-“Hurra! ye Sky-scrapNo eclipse set down for to-day--the er! Christopher is upon you! take old earthquake dwells in the neigh- that, and that, and that'-all one bourhood of Comrie, and has never tumbling scream, there he goes over been known to journey thus far north the edge of the cliff. Dashed to

besides he has for some years been death-but impossible for us to get bed-ridden; argal there is about to be the body. Whew! dashed to death a storm. What a fool of a land-tor- indeed! There he wheels, all on fire, toise were we to crawl up to the top round the thunder-gloom. Is it elecof a mountain when we might have tric matter in the atmosphere-or fear taken our choice of half-a-dozen glens and wrath that illumine his wings? with cottages in them every other We wish we were safe down. There mile, and a village at the end of each is no wind here yet- none to speak of with a comfortable Change-house! And - but there is wind enough, to all apup which of its sides was it that we pearance, in the region towards the crawled ? Not this one--for it is as west. The main body of the clouds steep as a church-and we never in is falling back on the reserve and our life peeped over the brink of an observing that movement the right uglier abyss. Ay, Mister Merlin, 'tis wing deploys-as for the left it is wise of you to be flying home into your broken, and its retreat will soon be a crevice-put your head below your flight. Fear is contagious—the whole wing, and do cease that cry.-Croak! army has fallen into irremediable discroak! croak! Where is the sooty sin- order-has abandoned its commanding ner? We hear he is on the wing-but he position and in an hour will be selfeither sees or smells us, probably both, driven into the sea. We call that a and the horrid gurgle in his throat is Panic. choked by some cloud. ---Surely that Glory be to the corps that covers was the sughing of wings ! A Bird! the retreat. We see now the cause of alighting within fifty yards of us that retrograde movement. In the and from his mode of folding his north-west, “ far off its coming shone," wings—an Eagle! This is too much and « in numbers without number

- within fifty yards of an Eagle on numberless," lo! the adverse Host ! his own mountain top. Is he blind ? Thrown out in front the beautiful Age darkens even an Eagle's eyes rifle brigade comes fleetly on, exbut he is not old--for his plumage is tending in open order along the pcrfcct--and we see the glare of his vast plain between the aerial Pinefar-keekers as be turns his head over mountains to yon Fire-cliffs. The his shoulder and regards his eyrie on enemy marches in masses-the space the cliff. We would not shoot him between the divisions now widening for a thousand a year for life. Not and now narrowing-and as sure as old-how do we know that? Because we are alive we hear the sound of he is a creature who is young at a trumpets. The routed army has ralhundred-s0 says Audubon and lied and re-appears-and, hark, on the extreme left a cannonade. Never be haps, but, in a human light, far prefore had the Unholy Alliance a finer ferable to a “ brown horror." "No park of artillery-and now its fire sulphureous smell -" the air is opens from the great battery in the balm." No sultriness-how cool the centre, and the hurly-burly is general circulating medium ! In our youth, far and wide over the whole field of when we had wings on our feet-and battle.

were a feathered Mercury--Cherub we All this may be very fine-but never were nor Cauliflower_by flying, these lead drops dancing on our hat in our weather-wisdom, from glen to tell us to take up our pole and be off, glen, we have made one day a wholo for that by and by the waters will be week-with, at the end, a Sabbath. in flood, and we may have to pass a For all over the really mountaineous night on the mountain. Down we go. region of the Highlands, every glen has

We do not call this the same side its own indescribable kind of day-all of the mountain we crawled up? If vaguely comprehended under the One we do, we lie. There, all was pur- Day that may happen to be uppermost ple, except what was green-and we and Lowland meteorologists, meeting were happy to be a heathered legged in the evening after a long absencebody, occasionally skipping like a having, perhaps, parted that morning grasshopper on turf. Here, all rocks on comparing notes lose their temsave stones. Get out of the way, ye per, and have been even known to ptarmigans. We hate shingle from proceed to extremities in defence of the bottom of our — oh! dear! oh! facts well-established of a most condear! but this is painful-sliddering tradictory and irreconcilable nature. on shingle away down what is any Here is an angler fishing with the thing but an inclined plane--feet fore- fly. In the glen beyond that range he most--accompanied with rattling de would have used the minnow-and in bris--at railroad speed--every twen- the huge hollow behind our friends to ty yards or so dislodging a stone as the South-east, he might just as well big as oneself, who instantly joins the try the bare hook--though it is not procession, and there they go hopping universally true that trouts don't rise and jumping along with us, some be. when there is thunder. Let us see fore, some at each side, and, we shud. how he throws. What a cable ! Flies! der to think of it, some behind--well Tufts of heather. Hollo, you there ; somersetted over our head, thou Grey friend, what sport? What sport we Wackè-but mercy on us, and for say ? No answer; are you deaf? give us our sins, for if this lasts, in Dumb? He flourishes his flail and is another minute we are all at the bot. mute. Let us try what a whack on tom of that pond of pitch.

the back may elicit. Down he flings Here we are--sitting! How we were it, and staring on us with a pair of bronght to assume this rather uneasy most extraordinary eyes, and a beard posture we do not pretend to say. We like a goat, is off like a shot. Alas! confine ourselves to the fact. Sitting! we have frightened the wretch out of beside a Tarn. Our escape appears his few poor wits, and he may kill himto have been little less than miracu- self among the rocks. He is indeed an lous, and must have been mainly owing, idiot-deaf and dumb. We remem. under Providence, to our pole. Who's ber seeing him near this very spot laughing? 'Tis you, you old Witch, forty years ago-and he was not young in hood and cloak, crouching on the then — they often live to extreme cliff, as if you were warming your old age. No wonder he was terrified hands at the fire. Hold your tongue for we are duly sensible of the outrè -and you may sit there to all eternity tout ensemble we must have suddenly if you choose you cloud-ridden hag! exbibited in the glimmer that visits No-there will be a blow-up some day those weak red eyes-he is an albino. -as there evidently has been here be. That whack was rash, to say the fore now_but no more Geology- least of it-our pole was too much for from the tarn, who is a 'tarnation deep him—but we hear him whining-and ’un, runs a rill, and he offers to be moaning-and, good God! there he is our guide down to the Low Country. on his knees with hands claspt in sup.

Why, this does not look like the plication_"dinna kill me--dinna kill same day. No gloom here-but a me-'am silly-'am silly-and folk say green serenity-not so poetical per- 'am auld auld auld."

The harmless creature is convinced of water on the brain will do it-so wise we are not going to kill him-takes physicians say, and we believe it. For from our hand what he calls his fish all that, the brain is not the soul. He ing rod and tackle-and laughs like takes the food with a kind of how), an owl. “Ony meat-ony meat, and carries it away to some distance, ony meat ?" “ Yes, innocent, there is muttering " a aye eats by mysel!" some meat in this wallet, and you and He is saying grace! And now he is I shall have our dinner.” “Ho! ho! eating like an animal. 'Tis a saying ho! ho! a smelled, a smelled ! A can of old, « Their lives are hidden with say the Lord's Prayer." " What's God!” your name, my man?' “ Daft Dooggy Let us read a page of Pollock. Here the Haveril.”* “ Sit down, Dugald.” is a sublime passage. A sad mystery all this—a few drops

“ Wisdom took up her harp, and stood in place
Of frequent concourse, stood in every gate,
By every way, and walked in every street;
And, lifting up her voice, proclaimed : • Be wise,
Ye fools! be of an understanding heart;
Forsake the wicked, come not near his house,
Pass by, make haste, depart and turn away.
Me follow, me, whose ways are pleasantness,
Whose paths are peace, whose end is perfect joy.'
The seasons came and went, and went and came,
To teach men gratitude ; and as they passed,
Gave warning of the lapse of time, that else
Had stolen unheeded by. The gentle flowers
Retired, and stooping o'er the wilderness,
Talked of humility, and peace, and love.
The dews came down unseen at evening-tide,
And silently their bounties shed, to teach
Mankind unostentatious charity.
With arm in arm the forest rose on high,
And lesson gave of brotherly regard.
And, on the rugged mountain-brow exposed,
Bearing the blast alone, the ancient oak
Stood, lifting high his mighty arm, and still
To courage in distress exhorted loud.
The Rocks, the herds, the birds, the streams, the breeze,
Attuned the heart to melody and love.
Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept
Essential love! and from her glorious bow
Bending to kiss the earth in token of peace,
With her own lips, her gracious lips, which God
Of sweetest accent made, she whispered still,
She whispered to Revenge, Forgive, forgive.
The Sun rejoicing round the earth, announced
Daily the wisdom, power, and love of God.
The Moon awoke, and from her maiden face,
Shedding her cloudy locks, looked meekly forth,
And with her virgin stars walked in the heavens,
Walked nightly there, conversing, as she walked,
Of purity, and holiness, and God.
In dreams and visions, sleep instructed much.
Day uttered speech to day, and night to night
Taught knowledge. Silence had a tongue ; the grave,
The darkness, and the lonely waste, had each
A tongue that ever said, Man ! think of God!
Think of thyself! think of eternity!-
Fear God, the thunders said, Fear God, the waves.
Fear God, the lightning of the storm replied.
Fear God, deep loudly answered back to deep :
And, in the temples of the Holy One,
Messiah's messengers, the faithful few,
Faithful 'mong many false, the Bible opened,

And cried, Repent ! repent ye sons of men !
Believe, be saved ; and reasoned awfully
Of temperance, righteousness, and judgment soon
To come, of ever-during life and death :
And chosen bards from age to age awoke
The sacred lyre, and full on folly's ear,
Numbers of righteous indignation poured :
And God omnipotent, when mercy failed,
Made bare his holy arn, and with the stroke
Of vengeance smote; the fountains of the deep
Broke up, heaven's windows opened, and sent on men
A food of wrath, sent plague and famine forth;
With earthquake rocked the world beneath, with storms
Above laid cities waste, and turned fat lands
To barrenness, and with the sword of war
In fury marched, and gave them blood to drink.
Angels remonstrated, Mercy beseeched,
Heaven smiled and frowned, Hell groaned, Time fled, Death shook

His dart, and threatened to make repentance vain."
Yes it is sublime.

once—sometimes not even when by We leave the harmless_not unhap. some chance we hear your name-it py wretch-and refreshed by the fowl, meets our eyes written on books that pursue our journey down the glen. once belonged to you and that you There ought to be a kirk not far off, gave us--and of you it recalls no but, perhaps, it has been pulled down image. Yet we sank down to the floor -yet we hope not-let kirks that need on hearing thou wast dead-ungrateful repairing be repaired--but 'tis a sin to thy memory for many years we to pull one down--at all events let the were not--but it faded away till we fornew be always built on the old foun- got thee utterly, and we have never dations. There it is—and the Plane visited thy grave ! Trees. Why should we know it again It would seem that many men desire even to the very size of the slates ! to doubt the Immortality of the Soul. They are the same slates—their colour Why-why? Argue the question as is the same—the roof neither more nor low as you choose-yet you cannot be less weather-stained than it was forty brought to a conviction of its mortalyears ago.

ity. Let the natural persuasion of a After a time old buildings undergo man's mind be that in this world he no perceptible change any more than perishes, then this world is all to him, old trees. And when they have be, his Reason gives him over to sense gun to feel the touch of decay, it is and passion. Let the persuasion, the long before they look melancholy- hope, the mere desire of his mind while they still continue to be used, be to the belief in worlds of future they cannot help looking cheerful life, and all his higher mind becomes and even dilapidation itself is painful moral together. We are not to cononly when felt to be lifeless!

ceive of it merely as a belief to be de. But there we Three sat on the liberately, and with calculation, actChurch-yard wall! The wittiest of ed upon; but as a belief infusing itself the witty - the wildest of the wild-the into all our thoughts and feelings. brightest of the bright-and the bold- How different are my affections if they est of the bold - he was, within a are towards flowers, which the blast of month, drowned at sea.-How genius death will wither, or towards spirits shone o'er thy fine features, yet how which are but beginning to live in my palethou ever wast! thou who satst then sight, but are gathering good and evil by the Sailor's side, and listened to his here, for a life I cannot measure. We sallies with a mournful smile friend! urge the morality of the question not dearest to our soul! loving us far as if we spoke to men who held vice to better than we deserved ; for though be their interest, and who are to be faultless thou, yet tolerant of all our dragged back from it by violence; butto frailties and in those days of hope men as beings holding virtue to be their from thy lips how elevating was praise! highest interest, but feeling how weak Yet seldom do we think of thee! their nobler moods are against the For months-years--not at all.mnot force of their passions, and wishing

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for every assistance to the pursuit him on the top of a mountain, when of their higher destination. To those we were walking in the glen. How who wish to feel their nature rise, not he got there it is not for us to sayto feel it sink, this belief, in any but there he was-and he took his stance degree in which they can find reason with such an air of independence, that to embrace it, is an immense blessing. it was some time before we could beIn all morality the disposition to be- lieve our eyes that it was him--but our lieve is half the belief, and the strong suspicions having been awakened by a inducements of opinion, to all good Lord Burleigh shake of the head men, arise out of their own life. It is an unconscious practice of ours-us much to be able to say to the sceptic, we believe on the authority of friends - The great reason of your disbelief who have seen us in earnest conversais not the force of the arguments on tion with ourselves-we detected him which you seem to yourself to rest by waving our hat round our headyour convictions, but the inaptitude of when, taken off his guard and relapyour mind for a better belief; and that sing into his servitude, the magnani. inaptitude arises from habits and mous hero performed the same evolustates of mind, which, when they are tion with a dexterity equal to any indistinctly exposed to you, you your- habitant of the Brocken. self acknowledge to be condemnable." There is a disturbance! Bang they Take first out of the mind every thing go, barrel after barrel, to the tune of ten that is an actual obstruction to the be- or twenty--and then what a burst of lief --obtain perfect suspense--and let bagpipes! A Shooting Lodge so near then the arguments weigh. Surely, if the Old Kirk! And pray why not? morality means any thing, it is much We hope it is a Shooting-Lodge-or, to say in favour of any belief, that the at any rate, a Tent. state of morality necessarily produces A Tent-and of the most magnifi. it.

cent description-fit to hold a troop. Singular that we have not heard a We like to see things done in style shot the whole day. The Duke must and this is bang up to the mark. Ay have given them a jubilee. But we there he is in his native dress-his have traversed the dominions of more name Dukes than one-since seven in the

" Well do we know, but may not tell ; " morning--it is now, we should say, seven in the evening_yet not a single but 'tis that of a warlike clan--and he sportsman have we seen. Birds is their Chieftain. Those noble louk. enough--along our Pole we occasion- ing men around him are Southronsally took a vizy at an old cock-and they have too much fine sense to our Wallet would have been crammed mount the tartan-and we think we had it all the pouts we covered but see One on whom Victoria is thought we have had the day and the desert all to have looked sweet at her Coronato ourselves--and only once imagined tion. --but did not mention it--that we “Our honoured Mr North, have you saw a Deer. Not a human being, in- dropt from heaven in among us?" deed, of any sort, but poor Dugald, « We have." “ lIow did you travel, has crossed our way-so not a soul our dear Christopher ?” “In a balhad we to talk to but our own shadow. loon.” Where's your ballast--our On some occasions it was not easy beloved Kit?" “ On our back." " God to look at him without laughing bless you are you well?" “ Toll. leaping side by side with us on his Pole loll.” “ You must stay with us a--in a style beyond the grotesque week ?" “ Two." “ Give us your sometimes suddenly shrinking into a hand on that?" “ Both." - You droich of a broad-backed bandy-and have not dined ?" "No." “ Stir then as suddenly dwindling himself your stumps, ye villains--and let the out into a Daddy-Long-Legs, striding tables be spread for as if he had discovered the longitude. " Our GUIDE, PHILOSOPHER, AND You may not believe it, but we saw


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