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influence, as he sets forth, the Sunday smack, in place of a waggon: and I at sea was passed in public worship think I may safely assure the first by crew and passengers, to the great novelist who means to transplant a edification of both, and to the admi- northern hero to the capital, that a ration of their accompanying vessels. smack is by far the most likely conSorry am I to say, ihat on Sunday veyance of the two, for incidents of the very reverse was the case, in the all sorts; and when it is considered party of which I am the historian- how well the road is now known, and consider, two Frenchmen, a deist, a how little variety can be expected polemic, and some half dozen free from what every body is acquainted thinkers! The Frenchmen seemed to with, there can be little doubt that be more than usually gay, and St. Messrs. the Novelists will thank me Etienne actually proposed a little dra. for the hint. matic scene for the evening, but was I wonder how Dr. Johnson would over-ruled by the captain. We walk, have behaved in a company like ours, ed, talked, sang, played, and romped when they reminded him of the place about, however, rather more than he preferred to “a ship:” the idea previously.

occurred to me almost every time we After the ladies had retired for the were among our elegancies, for let me night, the Doctor and M. Rotte were tell you, these are neither trifling about renewing their controversy; nor scarce in any passage vessel now. and a third person, of some note as it a-days; and in the present instance, afterwards appeared, took occasion to they were peculiarly plentiful and pass a very well worded reprobation choice. Of room, we have abundof our mode of spending the Lord's ance; of food, we have an incredible day. How irresistible are the admo- variety, and all kinds of amusements; mitions of sincerity! there was not we can be retired, or we can join the ore among us who entirely subscribed company as we incline, each person to this man's opinions, but not one of having a little chamber to himself, us who did not receive his statement clean to a degree, and fitted up with of them with real respect for him and the utmost neatness, and with every them: I would give you a specimen comfort that any house on shore can of his oratory, for such his hints be- bestow. In short, hating sea sickeame; but I am afraid I could not se- ness, and occasional foul weather, parate the extremes from the reason- neither of which was among us to able, and so might injure the whole. any extent, a Leith smack is a moving

Traveling by sea loses sadly in hotel, where the guests live together comparison with land, in point of ad. as at a watering place. ventures"; in the latter, you have a But a voyage would not be comcontinual change of objects, you plete without a storm, or an alarm of

sleep every night in a different bed, some serious kind; and thankful am you wake to new scenes and faces, I, a true historian, that there is no and your time is an agreeable variety temptation to me to invent one, there of place, circumstances, and subjects. having happened to us, on Tuesday In a voyage you never move out of evening, just as decent a touch of the the circumscribed limits of a plank; terrible as any prose writer need you behold the same objects from wish. The day had been unsettled your outset to your arrival ; de facto, and squally, and to use the sailor's your travels are no further than from phrase, “ the grey meere's tail was i' your abode to the ship's side, and ac the clouds.” As it was not boistercordingly you are debarred from all ous, however, it did not impede our opportunity of observation, from va- usual gambols, except by occasional riety of incidents (the very essence squeamishness among the females. of amusement), except in so far as the We were approaching Yarmouth company you meet creates it. Only Roads; I forget, or rather I never think what glorious scenes one must knew how the wind stood; but we encounter in a journey to London, were moving very rapidly through like Roderick Random, and Strap; the water, the breeze evidently inbut yet I am not certain, that if creasing, and the air darkening to an Smollett had lived in the 19th, in- alarming degree. Whether to keep stead of the 18th century, he would the passengers quite at ease by alnot have sent his hero to London in a fecting carelessness, or to drive away

uneasiness from his own breast, I of time, they proceeded to right the know not, but about five o'clock the vessel, and make signals to the shore. captain sat down to the backgammon We were about two miles distant board, on deck, with Mr. L.; the from the town of Yarmouth, whence mate was at the helm; the passen- accordingly boats were sent out to gers one or other were walking about, our assistance, but before their arsitting, reading, and so forth; while rival, the danger had gone by; the I was playing with the children, and first distinguishable voice was that of trying to make them keep their feet: the captain calling “ all hands on the the breeze had lasted long enough to lee-bow," possibly less intelligible to accustom us to it, and to abate, if not most of those to whom it was didispel, that secret involuntary terror rected, than if it had been Greek z which a heavy sea, and the lean of and consequently attended to by the vessel leeward always excite in none correctly. The wind had abated fresh-water folks, so that at the mo a little, and the rain now came down, ment I am describing, I do not think the surf about us was very strong that danger was dreamt of by any and upon the bow of the vessel we individual on board. "At that awful could see the sand quite uncovered, moment, however, we struck on a the tide being at ebb. The captain bank, with a shock that drove every assured us in the most solemn manmoveable article, alive and dead, se ner that there was not a spark of veral feet from its position ; while a danger, but that if we had any

fears, wave, dashing against the weather boats were at hand to convey every bow, whelmed the cabin skylight passenger on board to Yarmouth, at overboard, loosened the door way, the ship's expense. We had either and swept a heap of stools, tables, that confidence in the skill of S. or and boxes into the deep. Inse- that terror of a pinnace in a high quitur clamorque virûm stridorqueru- sea, that not a person thought of dentum,” cries, screams, crashes, and moving, to the great discontent of every sort of confusion ensued; we the Yarmouth boatmen, who were were inundated to the very stern now getting the vessel over the bank,

; several of those on the wea, and who did what they could to terther side were absolutely floated to rify us out of a couple of guineas a leeward, while the water rushed in piece, for boat hire : from all that I rivers down the cabin window, bear- could observe of these people, they ing all before it. The vessel eased so were quite distressed at our want of much to that side, that every soul on distress, and seemed actually to abuse board was in momentary expectation us for not having been half sunk bee of being swallowed up in the yawn fore they arrived. Though the danger ing gulf below. It was horrible, hor was over, the confusion and terror rible; I cannot tell you my feelings, were not, and the latter were height death was in every face: some were ened by the flapping of the main said lying apparently dead in the pool in the wind, the surf, the boats, and upon deck; some were scrambling to the cries of the sailors; and, spite of gain the weather side; here was a all assurances of safety, none of the father, there a child, here a wife, passengers felt safe. there a husband; the two families. It was at this period of the drama were strewed about in all directions; that a scene took place which at the looks, the slirieks, the despair in once divested it of all pretensions to every countenance, were far, very far the character of tragedy, and by its beyond the powers of description: I broad extravagance made us as rich look upon it, Frank, that every indi-, a melodrame, as the utmost efforts of vidual of us felt, as far as mental sen- Messrs. Hook, Dimond, and Co. sation goes, the pangs of death in could have manufactured. A voice their direst degree. It is in vain for was heard from the fore cabin utter me to write more about this dreadful ing in the deepest notes of dolour, shock; I cannot make it equal to the “ Whare is he? Whare is he? bring truth, and any attempt at effect would me' till him, my ain bairn, my laddie, be as abortive as unworthy. When my darling laddie; he wad na miss the senses of the captain and sailors wi'the scorners, but the Lord's will returned, which, to do them justice, be done : but dinna part us, dinna wasin not much above half a minute part us." The figure which now

was seen issuing from the hatch- evil day, for great shall be the wrath way, was that of an old woman in a to come.” I think it was Lord Shaftslarge bodied gown flung behind, bury who first calls ridicule the test check apron, coloured neckkerchief, of truth; he would have been much all of the ancient cast, with a cap more correct had he said of temper: which must have been out of date what have my forebears, or what have in 1785; grey hair rolled in thick 1 done, that I should be pre-ordained folds on a shriveld forehead; small to submit to the laugh of a crowd of blue eyes, and a peculiarly animated people through the mental exuberacountenance for her age-an old wo tions of a disordered fanatic? and man, Frank, whom you have seen, why am I held, by a stupid affection and who, perhaps, was the first being for a person who is my torment, from in the world whom I saw ; Nelly ridding myself of her for ever? but Handyside, my Nurse. How she came there it lies; she will not leave me, where she was, and why, you must and I cannot set her off! S'death, ask her : so it was and is, that for Frank, were you ever laughed at ? my sins she is doomed to torment my Were you ever gibed, jeered, and life out with her attachment, and í joked by a parcel of witlings? Were am doomed not to have courage to you ever beset with an old woman as throw her into the sea, though God I was? And what do you think, they knows, I am guilty of more heinous have the face to say that I returned crimes than saying that I wished her the old woman's endearments; that I at the bottom of it. Judge if I had was melted by her attachment; and reason; she rushed like a sybil the more staid and sensible of them under the influence of au incantation, commend my nature, forsooth! But right across the deck, and singling you have not heard the whole; while me from the company, who were Nelly was pulling me about, we were just beginning to calm a little, flung every instant in danger of being upset her withered old arms about my neck, together by the motion of the ship, sobbing and blubbering out, “ Na, so that, sometimes we were close tona, my bairn, my ain bairn, it winna gether, and sometimes wide apart; be; twa and twenty year the gither her arms, however, still keeping their mauna be parted now, we'll gang purchase, as the captain called it, and down thegither as we cam up—my her tongue its creaking, when I was lamb. Neither wonder than we gang set upon by another family appento the bottom; it couldna be ither dage, who, though not quite so obwi'sic graceless reprobates :" and so streporous or unruly as Nelly, vies forth. It was in vain that I tried to with her, I believe, in affection for quiet, threaten, or command her ; she her master (for which by the bye she seemed resolved that the ship should hates him cordially), Hector, the old sink, and no power on earth could house dog! Was this to be borne, persuade her to the contrary: I was Frank? Nelly's arms on one side, hugged, tugged, and slobbered about, and Hector's paws on the other. We till my temper was almost gone ; and looked, as Holmes afterwards told her eternal ejaculations for mercy on me, exactly like the King's arms over our souls, and her downright abuse Mr. Hunter's shop door on the south of every body within her sight, were bridge ; our voices made such a trio to the last degree provoking. Take as, I believe, never was heard by a sample, “Aye, ye sit fu crouse mortal ear: “ for God sake let me go, now wi your sangs on the Lord's Nelly; down Hector; Nelly be quiet; day, ye wicked heathen, but ye'll kennel up, you rascal; we are quite may be sing another sang or mornin; safe Nelly,- let me go-take off the Lord deal mercifully wi'thy ain folk! dog, will you,”-answered by barks Ye wad daur the Lord on his ain day on both sides, “ Hout na! I'se no wi your profane courses, an ye maun let ye go, ye cam into the warld drag the innocent amang ye to per- whare ye're now, and ye maun e'en dition,-hut the Lord's no unmind- gang out o't sae ; doun, ye great tyke. ful of his ain in tribulation. Na, na, Let ye go indeed; I wonder wha my bairn, we'll no be set amang the wad get ye, gin I let ye go, trow! goats; but Lot couldna save Sodom, Ay, ye may look (to the people) an and we maun gang down like the ye may laugh; as the fool thinks the lave: but woe to the scoffer in the bell chinks doun Hec!"-Bark

went Hector ; groan went Nelly; by sending his tusks into the turnip, laugh go the auditors ; down go we with a cranch that set mine on edge; in a heap! There were now no bounds he kept mumbling and muttering over to the laughter. It is incredible how his food, and seemed as voracious as soon the sorrow of the last moment if he had not tasted meat for twelve was changed into mirth. I may say, hours: his strangely shaped head, that but for this broad scene of the the white lank bony fingers in which ludicrous, we should have been bu- he held the immense lump of vegeried in the vapours for the rest of the table,-and, above all, the merciless voyage ; but, however much one gnash of his teeth into it, brought to likes to see mirth and hilarity restored, my mind all the horrors of Ugolino, the most facetious of us demur to the and really there was no small resemrestoration at our expence. After our blance. tumble, Nelly was lifted almost by Every body had, of course, someforce and put into bed. The cause of thing more dreadful and more mare her furor, for I can call it nothing else, velous to tell than his neighbour ; was the ungodly conduct of the men and thus the time passed till Wedin the fore-cabin, where she had oc- nesday at noon, when we cast anchor, casion to be a good deal with the for the tide, at a place called Purfleet, other servants on board, taken along on the Thames; they told us some with that of the passengers on Sun- indistinct story of the name having day, and partly our having sung and been given by Queen Elizabeth (“my played music. I had sent her a glass poor fleet,") in the time of the Arof Younger's ale after dinner, and I mada : it was the first bit of Engwas told she was fast asleep when lish ground on which I ever set foot, the vessel struck; most probably she and that may damn it to everlasting had waked from some hideous dream, fame, if nothing else will. Holmes, P., and acted upon it as a reality. Hec- and some two or three more of us tor seemed to think the whole was a hired a wherry for an hour or so, and mighty good frolic, and I had just landed there. It is an old kind of sense enough left to appear to think place; you see a church in the mid80 too ;-yet I was deucedly roasted; dle of an apparently good glebe, and and how I am to come on with Nelly cottages around it; the steeple does as a housekeeper, in London, I trem- not rise above the real surface of the ble to think!

ground, being built in a chalk pit: it We got towed over the bank about has a very picturesque effect upon a midnight, and the pumps were at stranger; and the structure of the work night and day till our arrival cottages, the neat little plots of garin the Thames. Our terrors were den, the river, and all that, set those now converted into subjects for jokes; sensations afloat in my breast upon and, bating the long accounts of sea which you and I had so much sage dangers, which all present, more or disquisition before my departure :-of less, had come through, we talked of these in due time.-We returned to nothing else than the oddness of each the ship, after having got imposed other's behaviour in the time of the upon in a purchase of a pound of eels alarm. It had happened to me to from some boatmen. light upon the Doctor almost imme The river, from a little way below diately after the danger was over: he Woolwich, presents a perfect forest also had apparently been asleep; he of masts; its windings, warehouses, lay on the ground bed in the passage works, seats, hospitals, storehouses, between the two cabins, and when I depth, breadth, length, and strength came upon him, he was poking his are all to be found in the picture of bald long head out of the aperture, London, where you may have a full, which he had drawn so sparingly, true, and particular account of the that his head only could get out: in whole of them, for the small charge his left hand he kept the place of of shillings. Thank God, I am the book he was reading, and in his restricted by our agreement to an acright he held an enormous raw turnip count of the personel and morale of which he had just begun to munch. London, not of the materiel. So pray He asked me what was the matter, purchase a plan of it, and the picture and on my expressing surprise at aforesaid, if you mean to follow my his being ignorant of it, he replied narrative, for I really will not set

forth more than I am under compact Frank, I am, and in all conscience I to do.

may be; I have devoted the best We landed last night; I slept in part of the morning to this epistle. this house, which is a comfortable Tell Sandy not to forget my Erskine hole enough, and where I find the and Stair; give my respects to your charges are much below my calcu- mother and sisters, and believe me, lation,--an agreeable disappointment. &c. If you are not tired now, my dear Cock and Lion, Wapping.


BY THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY, &c.* This is not the best, nor is it the pular tradition is left, or till the pen worst (the worst is good enough for drops lifeless and regretted from its us) of the Scotch Novels. There is master's hand. Ah! who will then a story in it, an interest excited al call the mist from its hill? Who most from the first, a clue which you will make the circling eddies roar ? get hold of and wish to follow out; Who, with his " 80 potent art,” will a mystery to be developed, and dim the sun, or stop the winds, that which does not disappoint you at

wave the forest-heads, in their course? last. After you once get into the Who will summon the spirits of the stream, you read on with eagerness, northern air from their chill abodes, and have ouly to complain of the or make gleaming lake or hidden canumber of impediments and diver- vern teem

with wizard, or with elfin sions thrown in your way. The au- forms? There is no one but the thor is evidently writing to gain Scottish Prospero, but old Sir Waltime, to make up his complement of ter, can do the trick aright. He is volumes, his six thousand guineas the very genius of the clime-mounte worth of matter; and to get to the in her cold grey clouds, dips in her end of your journey, and satisfy the usquebaugh and whiskey ! - startles curiosity he has raised, you must you with her antique Druid spells in be content to travel with him, stop the person of Elshie, or stirs up the when he stops, and turn out of the fierce heat of her theological fires with road as often as he pleases. He dal Macbriar and Kettle-drumle : sweeps lies with your impatience, and smiles the country with a far war-cry to in your face, but you cannot, and Lochiel, or sighs out the soul of dare not be angry with him, while love in the perfumed breath of the with his giant-hand he plays at push Lily of St. Leonard's. Stand thon, pin with the reader, and sweeps the then, Meg Merrilies, on the point of rich stakes from the table. He has, thy fated rock, with wild locks and they say, got a plum by his writings. words streaming to the wind; and What have not the public got hy

sit thou there in thy narrow recess, reading them? The course of ex- Balfour of Burley, betwixt thy Bible change is, and will be, in our favour, and thy sword, thy arm of flesh and as long as he gives us one volume for arm of the Spirit :-when the last ourselves, and two for himself. Who words have passed the lips of the is there that has not been the better, author of Waverley, there will be the wiser, and happier man for these none to re-kindle your fires, or recall fine and inexhaustible productions your spirit! Let him write on then of genius? The more striking cha to the last drop of ink in his inkracters and situations are not quite stand, even though it should not be 80 highly wrought up in the present, made according to the model of that as in some former instances, nor are described by Mr. Coleridge, and we they so crowded together, so thickly will not be afraid to read whatever sown. But the genius of the author he is not ashamed to publish. We is not exhausted, nor can it be so are the true and liege subjects of till not a Scotch superstition, or po his pen, and profess our ultra-fealty

• The Pirate, by the author of “ Waverley, Kenilworth,” &c. Archibald Constable and Co. Edinburgh.

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