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name, we'll hae him ta’en afore the merchant, wi' an empty stamach, and Shirra ;" and I was dragged across the maybe ye'll learn something about buypavement, in dread of being pelted by ing cattle afore we're done. It's a caall the cattle dealers in the market, pital joke after a'.- I canna helplaugha , and of being perhaps walked in pro- ing at my ain simplicity.” Mr Harria » cession amidst a crowd of boys, to the gals added his request to the solicitanearest watch-house. A few moments tions of Mr Cloverfield, and after å conversation, however, served to make good breakfast, and a glass of brandy, \ the necessary explanation; and when which I was forced to swallow to keep it was known that my father had been in the wind out of my stomach, as Anthe town-council, and had a shop on the drew said, I received a kind invitation, South Bridge, my character of swind- when I felt inclined, " to come and ler was changed immediately into that tak a day's fishing in the Braidwater of a “ foolish laddie, for middling wi' at Wirlyknows, where was the best things that I had naething to do with.” trout in a the country;" Mr Cloverfield began now to think it I left my friends with a hearty shake was partly his own fault that I was of the hand, and with mutual congradragged in to purchase bullocks, which tulations at the circumstance which I could not for their value have kill- had brought us acquainted ; and I ed; and young Harrigals declared, returned home by the Bow and the that such a comical circumstance had Lawnmarket, both of which streets, never occurred in the High Market in and the houses therein, seemed, from his day.
their dancing so oddly before my eyes, “ Foolish callant,” said Andrew, not to have made up their minds about “ what for did you no speak out, the centre of gravity. The people also man! I thought whan I saw ye feart appeared to walk less steadily than to set your feet in the sharn, and handle when I commenced my excursion. the nout wi' your yellow gloves, pre- These circumstances have been since serve us a', that the Edinburgh flesh- endeavoured to be accounted for by ers were turn'd unco gentle indeed. the administration of the glass of But howsomever, I wadna cheat ye brandy to my stomach; but I leave it ye need nae hae been fear’d for that. to the reader to decide, whether it is Mr Harrigals kens that they are a kely that the houses should acgude bargain, and ye might maybe hae tually nod their heads, or that the cesell’d them wi' profit. But, come, we'll lebrated traveller, Christopher Columhae a half mutchkin upon it. Lassie, bus, Esq. should be imposed on by tell your mistress to bring in the tea- his own very serviceable organs things,-ye're no to gang awa', my sight.
Angling and Shooting.
Pennant's British Zoology in Versen
by David DRINKWATER, F. L. S “ We are all catching or caught, pond of life; and provided a proper said I to myself, as I left Lucky Thom- bait be held out to us, we seldom fail to son's little tavern or inn near Mussel- snatch at it. The shop-keeper baits his burgh, where Entertainment for windows with jewellery, ribbons, ane Men and Horses” met my eye, after a silks, to catch the eye of female beauty morning's exercise on the Esk ;-we while tallow-candles and tea, hamis are all anglers or fishers in the great cheese, and sugar, are laid out to at
red for share with
every day tract the notice of the thrifty house and pulled by something round the galete wife. The bookseller gilds his books, corner of the house. Taking it up, the line and the apothecary dusts his pills, tó and beginning to wind up the line, i
helping make then go down more pleasingly; soon found an obstruction to my proSee lines, and the clergy sweep their fly times I should not have contemplated. for the hooks, all for the purpose of catching I had not rolled up above two or three how be the gilded butterflies of fame and glo hen, surrounded by eight or ten chickch.
ry, and thousands more are in the con- ens, made her appearance, shaking her mag tinual pursuit of the more substantial head, unwilling to come forward and COREL Þait of riches. Even nets are set by afraid to retreat. Braithe beauty to entrap the hearts of the un
The good woman of the house folwary; and the jointured widow, or lowed me to the door, suspecting per
miss with expectations, have only to haps that I had forgot to pay my reckalone persons, if not the hearts, of a whole happened, she exclaimed, « Preserve
county of unmarried gentlemen.- us a'! is that my brood hen ye hae " But what has all this to do with catched wi' your fishing wand? if it
your travels, Mr Christopher?" I think be, gentle or simple, ye had better eh se t hear the realer ask ; * Recollect we been fishing something else, I'll assure ned, bi
are at a complete stand still, while ye." She then ran to the animal, which
You are musing and moralizing in this by this time was turning up its eyes, in modd manner." You are perfectly right, and making very extraordinary fáces eople gentle Reader ; and, in case of rain, í for a hen, and seizing it up, roared din shall not keep you longer in the king's out, “ As sure as I'm on this spot, the
highway, but take you back again to pair beast has eaten the flee-hook, and Lucky Thomson's Inn, where you may she's golloring up blude. What gart
me, in idea, the comforts ye come to my house, wi' whatof a hungry stornach, baps and butter, ye-ca®-thems? I had rather ye never I leat
, ham, and all the luxuries of the ditted my door, than been the death ther day's first meal.
o' poor Tappie." She was now joined Í had fished
up the water, and down in her lamentations by two girls, who bereits the water, with but indifferent suc- expatiated upon the cruelty of the
cess, till, coming in contact with the monster that was the death “oʻgransign-board above mentioned, I thought nie's hen," who could make eight or I could not do better than lay in a car- ten orphans so unadvisedly, and who go of provisions to last till dinner time; “ had the heart to torture puir dumb so I ordered breakfast, and putmy fish- animals in this way.” ing-rod, to save the trouble of unscrew- Though I could scarcely refrain from ing, against the little window of the laughing at the strange attachment to apartment where breakfast was set, my line, I put on a grave face, and that I might see it in case of accident. said in words becoming the melanchoThad demolished at least one bap, ( An- ly occasion, “My good woman, I am glicè
, roll) eat two caHer eggs of the sorry, very sorry indeed, for your hen; honest gentlewoman's own laying, ac- but you should consider, that if she cording to her phraseology, and was in had not attempted to steal my fly, nothe act of breaking up a third, when thing would have happened."* Steal! the shaking of my rod outside the win- my hen steal ! she's as honest a hen as dow attractert
attention. After a you, and that I'll let you ken, sir. tremulous motion, I thought I heard What signifies a bawbee's worth of the pirn unrolling, and the next mo- hooks, and a wee pickle horse hair? I ment the rod fell and disappeared. wadna hae ta’en five shillings for my Unwilling to part so easily with an poor creature." “ Come, come, there old companion, which would moreover is no use in making words about the have spoiled my sport for the remain- matter. There's half-a-crown,” said der of the day, I ran to the door to I, cutting off the line at the hen's ascertain if the trout had really left mouth, " and no more about it." the water, and followed me to eat their * Half-a-crown !” exclaimed Lucky breakfast on dry land. My rod lay on Thomson," I wonder how you can the ground, with the line extended, offer half-a-crown for a hen worth Vor. X.
double the siller. I wad cast the mo- to complete
my conquest, hoping he was ney in your face, rather than sell my not mortally wounded, for I wanted poor beast's life for half-a-crown.” one of this species very much to pick
I had heard or read somewhere, that up the worms and insects in my garthe loudest speaker in a vulgar quarrel den; but when within a yard of where always comes off victorious; and, find, he lay, and almost ready to stoop for ing that I could not bring my landlady the purpose of lifting hím up, he eyed to reason in any other way, I raised me with a significant glance, and then, my voice to its utmost pitch, and said half running half flying, seemed to say, in my most determined manner,
that “ Off we go !-catch me if you can." if she did not choose to take what I I ran pretty fast, but he ran still fastoffered, I would give nothing at all, er; and after a coursing along the beach, and besides prosecute her for damage which even arrested the half-naked done to my rod and line, and the loss bathers to witness its termination, my of my fly. The woman's choler fell as gull friend got over a garden dike at mine seemed to rise; she remarked, Joppa, and, having placed the highin a subdued tone, “that her husband road between him and me, disappearaye said she was owre hasty in her ed in a corn field. temper; that she saw I was a gentle- . Was there ever any thing more proman, and wadna wrang a poor body; voking! But this world is full of disand that she wad just tak what I liked appointments; and, after all, it is not to gie, though it would be lang indeed so humiliating to be gulled by a gull, before the bairns got a hen like poor as by one of one's own species. Being Tappie.”
sufficiently tired by my chace, I left With little more ado I finished my the bathers to dress themselves in breakfast. My hostess had her hen peace, and determined to “ wend my killed for nothing, and the price of it weary way” back again to town, and to the bargain; and two trouts to the to repair the waste of the morning's little girls put an end to the mourning expedition by a comfortable dinner. for the unfortunate hen and her help- I had walked nearly half way to less babies.
Edinburgh, and had entered the range Mr Matthews, when you choose to of houses called Jock's Lodge, when, be At Home in our city, send me no- to my astonishment and delight, I tice thereof, and I shall make the above perceived my friend the gull stalking into a very capital law-case for your quietly by the side of the road, and use, and the decision of the public,- picking his feathers, very much at his for the lawyers of my acquaintance Ah, my good fellow," thought have not yet made up their minds, I, “I shall have you at last;" and to whether the woman was entitled to leap across the road and catch up the damages for the death of her furtive animal, was but the work of a mohen, or me, for injury done to my line, ment. I got him under my arm aland the loss of an innocent fly. most unresisting, and having slung my
fowling-piece on my shoulder, I gaily
ascended the rising ground to the city. A bird in hand is worth two in the I had got but a few yards, however, bush says the English proverb, and when one of a few children standing English proverbs sometimes say true. by a door cried out, “ Eh, there's a I was shooting sea-fowl on Portobello man wi' a gull."-"A gull? odd its sands, at a season when no other very like Jenny Cameron's," was the shooting is permitted, and for a long response of another. “ It's just it,". time I had wasted powder and patent cried a third ; and surmise being inshot to little purpose. The mews, creased to conviction among the little ducks, and gulls, either flew provoking- whipper-snappers, the whole sung out ly high, or at a tormenting distance, in chorus, “ Jenny! Jenny Cameron! and I could not bring one down. In here's a man stealing your gull." fact, none of them had a mind to be Jenny made her appearance forthwith wounded die that morning, which from the door of a little alehouse: I thought very strange indeed. At Stop
my beast,” cried last, however, a large grey gull few Jenny; " bairns, cry to the sogers to past. I immediately levelled at him, stop that man!" I turned to explain and had the good fortune to see him to Mrs Janet, that it could not by any tumble on the sands before me. I ran possibility be her gull, for that I had
ning ten - 1
wounded it at Portobello, and pursued as she took the gull, " it was very, it a good way in the fields.
“ Nane stupid, nae doubt; but am no thinkin' of your lies to me," said Jenny; " ye ye would hae fund out the stupidity,
have shot at a gull in your day, had ye no been puttin in mind o't." Het me for aught I ken; but ye havena shot Stop 2 at this ane this ae half year. Ye'll
Moral.- Remember, O reader! that see the mark oʻmy sheers on the crea- neither wisdom nor worth are always and be ture's wing," continued she, « and proof against cunning and knavery; medos every baim in the place kens it fu' and if, in the course of your peregriweil.” It came across my mind, that nations through life
, you are someJanet might be in the right after all; times disappointed in your well-foundThe best and seeing none of the usual marks of ed expectations, reflect that even the alf-nak powder and lead on the animal, and great Christopher Columbus was twice
moreover finding that one of its wings gulled in one day by a foolish animal dikes was actually cut, I delivered up my from the sea-side at Portobello, and be be les prize, with many apologies for my content. Liege stupid mistake. '“Ay,” said Jenny,
FAMILIAR EPISTLES TO CHRISTOPHER NORTH,
From an Old Friend with a New Face. OF
LETTER I. -s. Ba
ON HOGG'S MEMOIRS. _ce, TE MY DEAR CHRISTOPHER,
But joking apart, of all speculations sela Take the liberty of sending back in the way of printed paper, I should wants Hoges
, which has disgusted me more have thought the most hopeless to have own, a severely than any thing I have at: been, “a Life of James Hogg, by himmanis tempted to swallow since Macvey's Ba- self.“ Pray, who wishes to know any linea con. He is liker a swineherd in the thing about his life? Who, indeed, Fast Canongate
, than a shepherd in Ettrick cares a single farthing whether he be be # Forest, I shall never again think of at this blessed moment dead or alive? e, nos him without the image of an unclean It is no doubt undeniable, that the list thing ; and, for his sake, I henceforth political state of Europe is not so in
forswear the whole swinish generation. teresting as it was some years ago. But ud , Roast pig shall never more please my still I maintain
that there was no dehali palato-pickled pork may go to the de- mand for the Life of James Hogg, and
-brawn, adieu !avaunt all man- that the world at large could have gone anda ner of hams-sow's cheek,
on without it. At all events, it ought Fare thee well! and if for ever,
not to have appeared before the Life Still for ever, Fare thee well! of Buonaparte. What you can possibly see to admire
Besides, how many lives of himself in Jamie Hogg, is to me quite a puz- does the swine-herd intend to put
zle. He is the greatest boar on earth, forth ? I have a sort of life of the hecs you must grant; and, for a decent wa- man, written by himself about twenty
ger, I undertake, in six weeks, to pro- years ago. There are a good many duce six as good poets as he is, from lives of him in the Scots Magazine, each county in Scotland, over and above considerable number even in your own the Falkirk Cobler, the Chaunting Tin- work, my good sir-the Clydesdale smith , Willison Glass, and the Reveá Miscellany was a perfect stye with him
I engage to draw -hisgrunt is in Waugh-hehas a brisup two deep, in front of No. tle in Baldwin-and he has smuggled Da 17 , Prince's-street, on the next day of himself in a sack of chaff into the
Perand they shall march cy Anecdotes. No man from the counhund by the Mount of proclamation, try has a right thus to become a puband
across the Mound, back to their lic nuisance. This self-exposure is not parade. Lieutenant Juillinan shall be altogether decent; and if neither Capat their head-Mr
shall officiate tain Brown nor Mr Jeffrey will interchaplain-and if he pleases, fere, why I will so please to print this
rend Mr them all
shall be trumpeter.
biri "The Mountain Bard ; consisting of Legendary Ballads and Tales. By James Hogg,
the Etrick Shepherd. The third edition, greatly enlarged. To which is prefixed, a Me moir of the Author's Life, written by Himself. Oliver and Boyd, Edinburgh.
Take Hogy, and scrape him well for now? Draw upon hiin at sight, or at half an hour, and pray what does he six months' date-no effects. prove to be? Why, a very ordinary But I had no intention, when I took common-place animal, in my humble up my pen, to write one syllable about opinion, as one may see on the longest Hogg's genius, as it is called. And pray, day of summer, namely, the 22d of what is in his life?-absolutely nothing. June. In all these lives of his, he He has been in this world, it appears, keeps drawling and drivelling over his fifty years, and his existence has been want of education. He could not write, one continued bungle. But the selfhe says, till he was upwards of twenty conceit of the man is incredible. Lord years of age. This I deny. He can- Erskine is a joke to James Hogg not write now. I engage to teach any and often must he have a sore heart forthcoming ploughman to write bet to think what the worthy world will ter in three weeks. Let Hogg publish do without bim some twenty years a fac-simile of his hand-writing, and hence, when he hops the twig. His the world will be thunderstruck at the death will be remembered like a total utter helplessness of his hand. With eclipse of the sun, no doubt; and the respect to grammar, is Hogg aware of people about Selkirk will date any this one simple fact, that he never event according to its distance in time wrote a page approaching to grammar from the death of Hogg.-" I rememin his life? Give bin a sentence, and ber it well--it was the year of the naforce him, at the point of the sword, tional bankruptcy.”—“Ay, ay—the to point out an accusative, and he is a year Hogg died of the cholic.” dead man.
Pray, was your friend asleep during Now, I ask you, Christopher, and the twenty years he herded sheep in other good people, if such a man as Ettrick, and Yarrow, and Polmoody? this has any title to be compared with How do shepherds employ themRobert Burns. The Ayrshire Plough- selves ?-Of this he tells us nothing. man could write long before he was Day after day-year after year, seems twenty. He held the plough before he to have passed over bis head in a state was in his teens-he threshed corn at of mystification, and the honest mar thirteen-all the girlsin Coil were in love is no more able to give an account o with him before he was twenty-some them than an old rám, or his dog of them to their cost, --and, at twenty- Hector. Now, all shepherds are no four, he published a volume of poems, such dolts. Many of them are ex containing, the Twa Dogs, The Cot- tremely clever, long-headed, sagacious tar's Saturday Night, &c.-works that well-informed people; and in the pre have made him immortal. After all, sent case, the wonderful thing is, tha he was not a great poet; but he knew Hogg could have lived so long amon what he was about.
such an intelligent class of men, an To hear Hogg and Burns spoken of appeared in the world so utterly ig in the same year, and written of in the norant as he is. This is the view same volume, is sickening indeed.- the subject, which I maintain mus Some silly gentleman has done this, be taken by all sensible people who Christopher, in your own Magazine. read his Memoirs, -and I feel conf Why, the idea of such a comparison is dent that Hogg himself will be startle enough to make a horse laugh—it is to find that it is the true one, if h enough to set the whole British caval- chuses to clap his large, grey, ur ry into a guffaw.
meaning eyes on this part of the Mei Come now, Christopher, and be ho- gazine. nest with ine. Do you believe that Well, then-this prodigy tires there is a man living who can repeat a the shepherd's life, and comes joggir single line of Hogg's? If there be send into Edinburgh; he offers his ballar for a metaphysician to him instantly. and balderdash, at sundry times, 'ar. Cut off his head, and transinit it to in divers manners, to all the bookse: Spurzheim. What the devil is his poe- lers in Edinburgh, high and low, ri try, as you call it, about? Tell me that, and poor, but they are all shy and I will write a sheet in your Maga- trouts during thunder--not one w zine every month gratis. Jamie has bite. No wonder. Only picture no ideas. For, if he bad, are you so yourself a stout country lout, with credulous as to believe that one or two bushel of hair on his shoulders th would not have spunked out before had not boon raked for months, e