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accompanied in their fight by Julio | drawn characters we ever witnessed, ecution. Mr. C. Kemble's Don John (Mr. Barnard), a faithful friend. They was very unequally sustained by Mrs. is one of his best performances in that are beset by a gang of banditti, West. "Mr. "Cooper undertook the line, in which he is so excellent, gay against whom they make a despe- character of Orsinio against his wish, and genteel comedy. The other charate resistance, until the swords of the as old characters are not his forte. racters were well sustained. The mubandits are arrested by their leader, The tragedy was completely successful, sic is partly selected and partly origiwho is recognized by Lorenzo as bis and that too under every disadvantage. nal, or rather adaptations from the Itadepraved tutor, Alfero. At this mo. For justice was not done to the author lian operas, by Bishop and Ware, but Dent, a party of soldiers arrive, and in the performance; and the manner in does not possess much inerit. The take the whole gang prisoners. Alfero which it has been got up is disgraceful drama is got up with the utmost taste charges Lorenzo to save his life, and to the managers of the theatre and splendour of scenery, and it was the lives of his associates, by inter- | There was not a single new scene, nor completely successful, though not to ceding with the senate, and threatens, a new article of costume in the piece. the extent the following disgraceful if he fail to do so, to inake a disclosure The tragedy is the first production of puff in the play-bill would have us beaffecting his life and honour. Lorenzo Mr. James Haines, a gentleman whose lieve. Drury Lane does pretty well in had, it appears, in an unguarded mo- name, though hitherto little known in puffiug, but this really out-herods Hement, consented to the proposition of the literary world, cannot longer re- rod, and deserves the severest reprehenAntonio, to poison his unprincipled main in obscurity, after the proof he sion. Ecce signum ; * Don John, or the guardian. Lorenzo's attempted inter- has given of possessing such splendid two Violettas, was received throughout cession fails, and Alfero, to save his talents. The prologue was spoken hy with roars of laughter and shouts of own life, discloses his secret to Orsinio, Mr. Cooper, and the epilogue by Mrs. applause and the acting of Mr. C. who, for the purpose of revenge on Lo- Edwin.

Kemble, Mr. Liston, Mr. Jones, Mr. renzo, obtains the respite of the ban- Covent Garden.-On Tuesday Abbott, &c. &c., was hardly surpassed dits. Orsinio and Alfero go to seize night, Beaumont and Fletcher's excel- even in the days of GARRICK. - The on Lorenzo, who finds means to secure lent comedy of The Chances was per- music absolutely enchanted and electhein, in consequence of which he formed at this theatre, in an operatic trified the audience (almost every piece is charged of murdering the former, form, under the title of Don John, or being encored); and whilst Miss Steand even Elmira is accused of being The Two Violetlas. The success which phens, in the second Violetta, so exan accessary. Lorenzo can bear no has attended similar alterations of The ceeded all her former successful efforts more, be hastens to vindicate his wife Trelfth Night, and The Comedy of as to add another laurel even to her bigh by the acknowledgment of his own Errors, and the consciousness that the reputation. Miss Hallande, in the first guilt

, and determined that when his company is stronger in opera than in Violetta, made as TRIUMPHANT a deshame begins, the world shall end,' comedy, have, no doubt, induced the But, as ever was made by any singer takes poison; bis wife dying before managers to revive this old play in its on the English stage ! him, broken-hearted, on hearing of his present shape. The principal attrac- A new farce was produced at this guilt.

tion of the evening was the appearance theatre on Friday night, entitled A No tragedy was more in- of Miss Hallande, as the first Violetta, Figure of Fun, but the audience saw dependent of stage effect than this; and, we are happy to say, she met with no fun in it, and very unceremoniousthere were no clap-traps, no artificial ap- a most flattering reception. Destitute ly damned it the first night. peals, but the story developed itself na- of the charms of a fine face or person, Surrey THEATRE.-Mr. Dibdin's turally and smoothly. The malignant the deportment of the fair debutante new melo-drama of Kenilworth impassions have little to do in the story was not ungraceful. She possesses a proves on acquaintance. Some of the which portrays the softer einotions of fine voice, and a correctness of ear rare- scenes have been shortened, and the acthe heart. The langnage is of a very ly witnessed in one whose talents are tors have become more intimately acsuperior character, and possesses much yet imperfectly developed, and whose quainted with their parts, which the rapoetic merit. There were several pas- musical education is yet incomplete. pidity of Mr. D.'s motions allows them sages which might be quoted as models Although she was extremely embarras- little time to study. It attracts faof excellence, and, though we dare not sed in her first two songs, yet she dis- shionable audiences every night, and trust to our memory in recording played such gleams of skill and power promises a long and successful career. them, we cannot omit one, the force in iheir execution, as decided, even and beauty of which every one must thus early, her success. Her third Literature and Science. feel. It is when Lorenzo is urged to song was Shield's favourite air of The resentment, and declares he will wait Maid of Lodi,' arranged for her by Diminution of the Sun.-Baron Linuntil that period,

Mr. Ware, and which she gave with deneau, who recently published some . When the graves are opened,

great success. She sung two duets observations respecting the diminution And the cold populace of buried nations with Miss Stephens, both in excellent of the solar mass, says, that the sun Stalk to the general doom.'

style ; and gave such proofs of musi- may be imperceptibly subject to sucIn another passage, where the des- cal talents, as to place her in a high cessive diminution, since the science of potism of the grave, over successful rank among English singers. Miss astronomy has been cultivated. Baron ambition in every walk of life, is illus- Stephens, in the second Violetta, dis- Lindeneau supposes the sun's diameter trated, there is a faithful appropriation played her accustomed supremacy. A to be 800,000 miles, 4,204,000,000 of metaphor and a tone of philosophy song introduced from the beautiful feet, or nearly 2000 seconds. We have worthy of our best dramatists. Mr. French opera of Chaperon Rouge, she not,' he observes, hitherto possessed Wallack, in Lorenzo, was very success. sang in a most enchanting style, as any instrument for measuring the diaful; but Elmira, one of the finest she did a bravura of more difficult ex- ! meter of heavenly bodies to a second.


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display such portraitures of real worth The Highland pipe, whose lengthen'd swell Review of New Books.

Of warlike pibroch, rose and fell, and noble heroism, as might awaken

Like wailings of the midnight wind, high and generous feelings in a youth

With voice of distant streams combin'd, Metrical Legends of Exalted Charac-rul mind, without imputing to the he. While mountain, rock, and del, the martial lers. By Joanna Baillie, Author of roes motives or sentiments beyond

din repeat. Plays on the Passions, &c. 8vo. pp. what their noble deeds do fairly war- Then many a high plumed gallant rear’d his 373. London, 1821.

rant." In short, the aim has been to and proudly smote the ground with firmer This volume was published on Tues-produce sentimental and descriptive

tread, day last; and, in respect to the esteem- memorials of exalted worth. The man- Who did, ere elose of ev'ning, lie ed' author, and duty to our readers, ner of the rhyme and the versification

With ghastly face tum'd to the sky, we lose no time in making them ac

No more again the rousc of war to hear, are accordingly, in some degree, borquainted with its contents. Few writ-rowed from Sir Walter Scott. Our

And many for the combat burn'd,

Who never from its broil retum'd, ers of the present day, either male or author is, however, no servile copyist,

Kindred or home to cheer. female, have obtained a higher reputa- and, in every other respect, these le

How short the term that shall divide tion than Joanna Baillie, and none gends have every claim to originality.

The firm nerv'd youths' exerted force, more deservedly. In this respect cri- The first legend, • Wallace,' is

The warrior glowing in his pride,

From the cold stiffen'd corse! ticism has been unanimous, and the founded on a story rendered familiar

A little term pass'd with such speed, notices of her previous productions have to every reader. The incidents in the As would in courtly revel scarce suffice been nothing but eulogies. Public events of the Scottish hero, are faith- Mated with lady fair, in silken guise, opinion has long been with her, and, if fully parrated in this poem, which is

The measur'd dance to lead. we may credit the report, the publish- remarkable for its beauty and simpli.

His warriors firm as living rock, ers of this volume must have calculated city. The third stanza thus describes

Now braced them for the battle's shock; very largely on it, when they purchas- Scotland, under the iron yoke of our

And watch'd their chieftain's keen looks ed it at the enormous sum of £1000, Edward :


From marshall'd clans to foes advancing; which, we suppose, is at the rate of Scotland, with breast upmail'd, had sheathat

Smiled with the smile his eye that ligbeen'dy about half a crown for each line io the

her sword,

Glow'd with the glow bis brow that brightvolume. This is certainly the golden

ten'd: Stifing each rising curse and hopeless prayer,

But when his burnish'd brand he drew, age for poets. What would Miltou say, And sunk beneath the Southern's faithless lord, could he rise and see a modern bard In sullen deep Jespair.

His towering form terrific grew,
The holds and castles of the land

And every Scotehman, at the sight, get as much for one hundred lines as

Felt thro' his nerves a giant's might,

Were by her hateful foemen mann'd. . he got for the whole twelve books of

To revels in each stately hall,

And drew his patriot sword with Wallace , his immortal poem, the Paradise Lost; Did tongues of foreign accent call,

wight.' or would Dryden, in the present day, Where her quell'd chiefs must tamely bear have thrown in his Epistle to his Cou

From braggard pride the taunting jeer.

«Then rush'd they fiercely on their foes, sin, and the celebrated music ode, as

Her harvest fields, by strangers reap'd,

And loud o'er drum and warpipe rose Were in the stranger's garner heapld.

The battle's mingled roar. make-weights to the avarice of a

The tenant of the poorest cot,

The eager shout, the weapon's clash; Tooson: and yet it is no libel to Seeing the spoiler from his door

The adverse rank's first closing crash, say, that these productions of Milton Bear unréproved his hard-earned store,

The sullen hum of striving life, and Dryden will live when many of the

Blush'd thus to be, and be a Scot.

The busy heat of trampling strife, effusions of our liberally-rewarded poets

The very infant at his mother's beck,

From castle, rocks, and mountains round, Tho' with writh'd lip and scowling eye,

Down the long firth, a grand and awful are forgotten. Was taught to keep his lisping tongue in

sound, The Metrical Legends' are three in check,

A thousand echoes bore. number: William Wallace, Coluin. Nor curse the Southern passing by.'

Spears cross'd spears, a bending grove, bus, and Lady Griseld Baillie. The The slaughter of the Scottish lead

As front to front the warriors strove.

Thro' the dust-clouds, rising dun, term metrical legends is not here used ers at the Barns of Ayr, Wallace's rem Their burning brands flash'd to the sun, as denoting fictitious stories, but as venge of the treachery, the gathering With quickly changing shiv'ring light, chronicles or memorials of exalted cha- of his friends, and the battle that en- Like streamers on the northern night;

Wbile arrow showers came hustling past, racters, describing such scenes as truly sued, are all powerfully described.

Like splinter'd wreck driven by the blast, belong to the story, with occasionally We quote a few passages from the lat.

What time fierce winter is contending, the feelings, figures, and gestures of ter:

With Norway's pines, their branches rendthose whose actions they relate, and Now with notes of practis'd skill,

ing.' also assigning their motives of action, English trumpets sounding shrill, as they may natarally be supposed to The battle's boastful prelude give;

Opposing ranks, that onward bore, have existed. The object of the au

Which answer prompt and bold receive In tumult mix'd, are ranks no more,

From Scottish drum's long rolling beat, Nor aught discern'd of skill or form; thor,' we are further told, has been to

And,-sound to valiant clansmen sweet :- All a wild bick'ring steely storm! VOL. III.

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While oft around some fav'rite Chieftain's crest, Meet prelude to tumultuous strife

He saw them like a helpless flock, The turmoil thick’ning, darkly rose,

On the embattled plain.

Who soon must bear the cruel shock As on rough seas the billow grows,

Whether in highland garb array'd,

Of savage wolves; yet, reckless still, O'er lesser waves high-heaved, but soon de- Witir kirtle short and highland plaid,

Feel but the pain of present ill. prest.

Or button'd close in lowland vest,

He saw the fate he could not now control, So gallant Grame, thou noble Scot! Within his doughty grasp, broad sword or gun And groan'd in bitter agony of soul.' Around thee rose the fearful fray,

be prest,

The last return to Europe of this inAnd other brave compeers of bold essay,

Rememb'ring hin, he still maintains Who did not spare their mothers’sons that day,

His country's cause on foreign plains,

trepid navigator, his death, and the re. · And ne'er shall be forgot.

To grace her name and earn her praise,

flections on his tomb, are finely de

Led by the brave of modern days.' scribed : -
But where the mighty Wallace fought,
Like spirit quick, like giant strong,

After an apostrophe to those inodern At length, by way-ward fortune crost,
Plunging the foes thick ranks among,

heroes, Abercrombie, Moore, Ferguson, And oft-renew'd and irksome strife Wide room in little time was hewa and Graham, the poem concludes with Of sordid men,-by tempests tost,

And tir'd with turmoil of a wand'rer's life,
And grizly sights around were strew'd; the following eulogy on its hero :-

He sail'd again for Europe's ancient shore,
Recoil'd aghast the helmed throng,
And every hostile thing to earth was brought.

"O Scotland, proud may be thy boast! So will'd high heav'n to cross the seas no more. Full strong and hardy was the foe

Since Time his course thro' circling years hath His anchor fix'd, his sails for ever furld,

A toil-worn pilgrim in a weary world.
To whom he gave a second blow,
Many a knight and lord
There hath not shone in Fame's bright host,

And thus the hero's sun went down,
Fell victims to his sword,
A nobler hero than thy patriot son.

Closing his day of bright renown;
And Cressingham's proud crest laid low.' Manly and most devoted was the love,

Eight times thro' breeze and storm he past,
The fate of Wallace, so unworthy No selfish lust of power, not ev'n of fame,
With which for thee unweariedly he strove; O'er surge and wave th' Atlantic vast;

And left on many an island fair, his high deserts, and the fond recollec- Gave ardour to the pure and generous flame. Foundations, which the after-care tions with which his countrymen che- Rapid in action, terrible in fight,

Of meaner chieftains shortly rear's rish his memory, are pathetically de. In counsel wise, inflexible in right,

To seats of power-serv'd, envy'd, fear'd. scribed :-

Was he, who did so oft, in olden days, No kingly conqueror, since time began

Thy humbled head from base oppression raise. The long career of ages, hath to man
What tho' that head o'er gate or tower, Then be it by thy generous spirit known, A scope so ample given for trade's bold range,
Like felons on the cursed tree,
Ready tn freedom's cause to bleed,

Or caus'd on earth's wide stage such rapid
Visited by sun and shower,
Spurning corruption's worthless meed,

mighty change.' A ghastly spectacle may be!

That in thy heart thou feel'st this hero was Ą fair renown, as years wear on,

The reflections on the tomb of Co.

thine own.' Shall Scotland give her noblest son.

The hero of the second legend is Columbus close this beautiful poem :-
The course of ages shall not dim
The love that she shall bear to him,
lumbus, whom the author justly de-

Silence solemn, awful, deep,
In many a castle, town, and plain,
scribes as one who, to the unfettered Doth in that hall of death her empire keep;

Saye when at times the hollow pavement,
Mountain and forest, still remain
reach of thought belonging to a philo-

Fondly cherish'd spots, which claim . sopher, the sagacious intrepidity of a By solitary wand'rer's foot, amain
The proud distinction of his honour's name. chieftain or leader, and the adventurous From lółty dome and arch and aisle remote,
Swells the huge ruin's massy heap

boldness of a discoverer, added the gèn- A circling loud response receives again. In castled court, 'tis Wallace's keep.

The stranger starts to hear the growing sound, What stateliest o'er the rest may lower

tleness and humanity of a Christian.' Of time-worn wall, where rook and daw, The most prominent incidents, in the And see the blazon'd trophies waving nearia

“Ha! tread my feet so near that sacred With wheeling flight and ceaseless caw, life of Columbus, furnish ample scope

ground?" Keep busy stir, is Wallace's tower.

for the powers of our author; and the He stops and bows his head : “ Columbus restIf thro' the green wood's hanging screen, adventurous project--the voyage-the

eth here!" High o'er the deeply-bedded wave, The mouth of arching cleft is seen

dissatisfaction of the crew-the disco. Some ardent youth, perhaps, ere from his home Yawning dark, 'tis Wallace's cave. very of America—the intercourse with He launch tis vent'rous bark, will hither come,

Read fondly o'er and o'er bis graven name, If o'er its jutting barrier grey,

the natives—Columbus foretelling the With feelings keenly touch with heart of Tinted by time with furious din, eclipse--bis return home, and the in

flame; The rude crags silvered with its sprey, Shoot the wild flood, 'tis Wallace's lin. gratitude of his country, are all deli- Till wrapp'd in fancy's wild delusive dream,

Times past and long forgotten, present seem; And many a wood remains, and hill and glen neated with the pencil of a master:

To his charm'd ear the east wind rising shrill,
Haunted, 'tis said, of old, by Wallace and his Who that hath high deeds achieved,

Seeins thro' the hero's shroud to whistle still,
Whose mind hath mighty plans conceir'd,

The clock's deep pendulum, swinging thro' the
There school-boy still doth haunt the sacred
Can of learned ignorance and pride

The petty vexing rule abide ?

Sounds like the rocking of his lofty mast;
And musing oft its pleasing influence own,

The lion trampled by an ass!
As, starting at his footsteps' echo'd sound,
No; this all-school'd forbearance would surpass. Mix'd with the accents of his high command.

While fitfúl gusts rave like his clam'rous band,
He feels himself alone.

Insulted with a felon's chain,
This noble man must cross the main,

Slowly, the stripling quits the pensive scene,
Yea, ev'n the cottage matron at her wheel, And answer his foul charge to cold ungrateful

And burns and sighs and weeps to be what he Altho' with daily care and labour crost,

has been.

Will o'er her heart the soothiirg magic feel,
And of her country's ancient prowess boast; Was pity to bis suff'rings shown ;
By India's gentle race alone,

Oh! who shall lightly say that fame

Is nothing but an empty name!, While on the little shelf of treasured books,

Whilst in that sound there is a charm
For what can most of all her soul delight,

They on his parting wait,
Beyond her ballad, tále, or jest, she lonks,-
And looks of kindness on him cast,

The nerves to braće, the heart to warm,
The history renown'd of Wallace wight.
Or touch'd bis mantle as he past,

As, thinking of the mighty dead,
And mourn'd his altered state.

The young from slothful couch will start,
But chiefly to the soldier's breast,
May the great spirit smooth the tide

And vow, with lifted hands outspread,
A thought of him will kindling come,

Like them' to act a noble part?
With gentle gales, and be thy guide;
As, waving high his bonnet's crest,
And when his vessel wore from land,

Oh! who shall lighụy say that fame
He listens to the rolling drum,
With meaning nods and gestures kind,

Is nothing but an empty nanie!
And trumpet's call and thrilling fife, He saw them still upon the stránd,

When, but for those, our mighty dead, And bagpipe's loud and stormy strain, Tossing their dark arms on the wind.

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Sunk in oblivion's murky bed,
Loop-hole and window, dimly seem,

“O! curse him not! I needs must rue
A desert bare, a shipless sea ?
With faint light passing through,

That stroke so rashly given;
They are the distant objects seen,
Grew dimmer still, and the dreary scene

If he to us were false or true,
The lofty marks of what hath been.
Was fading from the view :

Is known to righteous heaven."
O! who shall lightly say that fame

When the trampling sound of banded men So spoke their chief, then silent all
Is nothing but an empty name!
Came from the court without;

Remain'd, in sombre mood,
When mem'ry of the mighty dead
Words of debate and call, and then-

Till they heard a bugle's larum call
To earth-worn pilgrim's wistful eye
A loud and angry shout.

Sound distant through the wood.
The brightest rays of cheering shed,
But minglid echoes from within

“ Rouse ye, my friends !" the chieftain said; That point to immortality? A mimick mock'ry made,

'« That blast from friend or foe, A twinkling speck but fix'd and bright, And the bursting door, with furious din,

Comes from the west ;-thro' forest shade,
To guide us thro' the dreary night,
On jarring hinges bray'd.

With wary caution go,
Each hero shines and lures the soul,
An eager band, press'd rear on van,

And bring me tidings. Speed ye well!"
To gain the distant happy goal.
Rush'd in with clam'rous sound,

Forth three bold warriors past ;
For is there one who, musing o'er the grave
lies interr'd the good, the wise, the brave, And their chief, the goodliest, the bravest man, Then from the east with fuller swell

That e'er trod Scottish ground.

Was heard the bugle blast.
Can poorly think, beneath the mould'ring heap,
That noble being shall for ever sleep?
Then spoke forthwith the leader bold :-

Out past three warriors more; then, shrill No, saith the gen'rous heart, and proudly

“ We war with wayward fate;

The horn blew from the north, swells,

These walls are bare, the hearth is cold, And other eager warriors still, « Tha' his cered corse lies here, with God his And all is desolate.

As banded scouts went forth. spirit dwells."

With fast unbroke and thirst unslak'da Till from their chief each war mate good The subject of the third legend is a Or, like ghosts from vaulted charnel wak’d, Must we on the hard ground sleep?

Had to the forest gone,

And he who fear'd not flesh and blood, woman, whose name is unknown in

Our eheerloss vigil keep?

Stood by the fire alone. history, a Lady Griseld Baillie. Our Hard hap this day, in bloody field,

He stood, wrapp'd in a musing dream, author says, that a more perfect fe

Ye bravely have sustain'd,

Nor rais'd his drooping head, male character could scarcely be ima- And for your pains this dismal bield

Till a sudden, alter'd, paly gleam gined;" and, indeed, she appears to And empty board have gain'd,

On all around was spread. have approached that divine perfection Hie, Malcolin, to that varlet's steed,

Such dull diminisb'd sombre sheen of a woman,' mentioned by Shakespeare, Apd search if yet remain

From moon eclips'd, by swain more Dearly than any one with whose Some homely store, but good at need, Related, or love herd is seen

Spent nature to sustain. history we are acquainted. An inter

O'er mantling hill and plain.

Theu to the fitful fire he turn'd, esting account of this lady, is inserted Cheer up my friends! still, heart in hand,

Tho' few and spent we be, in Mr. Rose's answer to Mr. Fox's Itis- We are the pith of our native land,

Which higher and brighter grew,

Till the flame like a baleful meteor burn'd tory of James the Second, from Lady And she shall still be free.

Of clear sulphureous blue.
Murray's Narrative, an unpublished Cheer up, tho’scant and coarse our meal, Then wist the chief, some soul unblest,
MS. at Edinburgh,
This poem, In this our sad retreat,

Or spirit of power was near ;. which combines much playfulness with We'll fill our horn to Scotland's weal,

And his eyes adown the ball he cast, strong feeling, describes the virtues of And that will make it sweet."

Yet naught did there appear. this glory of her sex, and concludes Then all, full cheerly as they could,

But he felt a strange unearthly breath with contrasting her with the polish'd some broke the boughs, some beap'd the wood, And he heard at the gate, like a blast of wrathi,

Upon the chill air borne ; fair of mudern times,' who do not

Some struck the sparkling flint.

The sound of Fadon's hom.
gard such old forgotten homely merit.'
To each of these legends, there are
And a fire they kindled speedily,

Owls, bats, and swallows, flutt'ring out
Where the hall's last fire had been;

From hole and crevice flew, appended a profusion of notes ; indeed, And pavement, walls, and rafters high, Circling the lofty roof about, more than are necessary, for the au- In the rising blaze were seen.

As loud and long it blew. thor's poems are sufficiently intelli- Red gleam on each tall buttress pour'd, His noble hound sprang from his lair, gible, and the principal events which The lengthen'J hall along,

The midnight rouse to greet, she details in the two first legends, And tall and black behind them lower'd Then, like a timid trembling hare, sufficiently well known to render a re. Their shadows deep and strong.

Couch'd at his master's feet. ference to authorities, unnecessary. The ceiling, ribbod with massy oak,

Between his legs his drooping tail, Four ballads, entitled Lord John of

From bick’ning flames below,—

Like dog of vulgar race,
the East, Malcolin's Heir, The Elden
As light and shadow o'er it broke,

He bid, and, with strange piteous wail,
Seem'd wav'ring to and fro'.

Look'd in his master's face.
Tree, and the Ghost of Fadon, con-
clude the volume; they strongly re-
Their scanty meal was on the ground,

The porch seem'd void, but vapoar dim
Spread by the friendly light,

Soon fill'd the lowering room, mind us of some of the best of our And they made the brown-born circle round, Then was be aware of a figure grim, early English ballads, and though As cheerly as they might.

Approaching thro' the gloom. rather longer than we should have some talk of horses, weapons, mail,

And striding as it onward came, wished for extract, yet anxious to give Some of their late defeat

The vapour wore away; an entire poem, we select the last, the By treach’ry caus'd, and many a tale

Till it stood distinctly by the fame,
Ghost of Fadon:'-
Of Southron spy's retreat.

Like a form in the noon of day.
On Gask's deserted ancient ball,
“ Aye, well," saysone,“ my sinking heart

Well Wallace knew that form, that head,
Was twilight closing fast,
Did some disaster bode,

That throat umbraced and bare,
And in its dismal shadows all
When faithless Padon's wily art

Mark'd deep with streaming circlet red,
Seem'd lofty, void, and vast.
Beguil'd us on the road.

And be utter'd a rapid prayer.
All sounds of life, now reft and bare,
But well repaid by Providence,

But when the spectre rais'd its arm,
From its walls had pass'd away;
Are such false deeds we see;

And brandish'd its glitt'ring blade,
But the stir of small birds shelter'd there, He's had his rightful recompense,

That moment broke fear's chilly charms
Dull owl, or cbatt'ring jay,
And cursed let him be.'

On nobke Wallace Isid.


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