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From the Gentleman's Magazine. with the addition of one hundred and fifty songs,
The Tea Table Miscellany ; or, a collection of ALLAN RAMSAY.
the most choice Songs, Scots and English. By On one side of a letter addressed
Allan Ramsay. Printed for A. Millar, at
Buchanan's Head, in the Strand, and sold by To Mr. Allan Ramsay, at Mris Ross's, in him, &c. Orange-court, near the Meuse, London,
The eleventh edition was published at Lonand thus endorsed by Andrew Millar, the pub-don, four vols. in one, 12mo, 1750. The sublisher
sequent ones are merely reprints of cach other. Ed: July 15, 1732. Allan Ramsay, at EdThe eighteenth, and probably the latest, edito A. M., allowing him ye liberty of reprinting tion appeared at Edinburgh in 1792. his 3 vols. of songs, to wch he agrees, per his July 27,
From the Dublin University Magazine. is the following interesting letter :
FRUITS OF THE WILDS. Edinburgh, July 13th, 1732. DEAR ANDREW, - I received yours of date the HORTICULTURAL art may point to its elèves 6th inst., and allow you to print the three volumes with pride ; but let not Nature remain unof the Tea Table Miscellanys or Collections of represented. Let us not forget that ProviSongs published by me in what form you please, dence has kindly spread abroad wild fruits on your paying me against Martinmas next five for those who cannot command the luxuries pounds sterling. Further I empower you to take of the fenced and tended garden. The sinall up for me five guineas from the printers of my raspberry beside the brook, and the sweet Poems, the unpaid moiety as agreed on between Wood Strawberry, the delight of peasant me to transact with them, and to whom they children, have passed away before autumn paid the first moiety. — I am, dear Andrew, your wholesome and pleasant Blackberry offers an
commenced ; but all over the country the very humble servt.,
abundant feast to all who are not too proud
to stoop for it; and both its flowers and fruit My son brings you this, if he approves of it. are useful to the dyer. The species called the If we agree, I desire that you would send none rose blackberry is the badge of the Scotch clan of them to this country it is scarce worth your MacNab. The species called dewberry (rubus while.
cæsius), with its fine, dark-blue bloom, and Beneath, on part of the letter from the the large grains of its small juicy fruit, has poet to his son, afterwards the distinguished
been throught worthy, by Shakspeare, of formpainter, occurs —
ing part of Titania's fairy feast (Midsummer
Night's Dream, act iii. scene 2): If you do not like the proposal tell Mr. Millar
Feed him with apricots and dewberries, Send me account of this affair with the first
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries. post.
Boggy grounds, especially on mountains, Ramsay's letter relates to the first collected supply the elegant Cranberry, with its edition of the Tea Table Miscellany, that in erect, shining leaves, and very pretty rose, three thin duodecimo volumes, with the same colored flowers, succeeded by the speckled pagination throughout, printed for Andrew and mottled berries, that look like tiny birds’ Millar in 1733, and called “the ninth edition, eggs. The name is properly craneberry, bebeing the compleatest and most correct of any cause the footstalks bend like the neck of a yet published by Allan Ramsay."
crane, the flower-bud representing the crane's The first volume of the Tea Table Miscellany head. It is a badge of the clan Grant. was published at Edinburgh in 1724. The
The clan M'Farlane bears as its device the second, third, and fourth volumes were pub- handsome Cloudberry, that takes its name lished separately in 24mo, at various inter- from growing on the tops of high mountains, vals. When the second was published is, I almost among the clouds, and decorates those believe, unknown. The third appeared at wild scenes with its smooth-surfaced, serrate Edinburgh in 1727, and the fourth at London edged leaves, and fair white flowers, which in 1740. A pirated edition was published at give place to the tawnyberry, that lies unDublin in 1729, three volumes in one, 12mo, injured beneath the snows, and is prized by pp. 334,“ printed for E. Smith. Ramsay's the mountaineers for its long duration, as well letter relates to the ninth, and the following as for its antiscorbutic qualities, and its advertisement in the Caledonian Mercury of pleasant acid favor. July 17, 1740, to the tenth edition :
On the heathy hill we look for the Bilberry This day is published, neatly printed in a (or whortleberry), with its myrtle-like leaves, pocket volume, the tenth edition, being the adorned by its waxení rosy flowers, and aftercompletest and most correct of any yet published, I wards with its dark-blue bloomy fruit, rich in
THE HILL OF HEATII.
FROM THE IRISH.
sanguine-colored juice. It is the badge of the places where it cannot be marked by the clan M'Lean; but among the ancients it was punctuation : the emblem of treachery from the story of Myrtilus. Hippodamia, the beautiful daughter of Oenomaus, King of Etis, was wooed by many Greek princes; but an oracle having declared that her husband would be the cause (A. Aindir mhilis, mhanla, a ttag me gean is gradh dhuit, &c.) of her father's death, the latter, to prevent My darling white-armed maiden, I 'll love thee her marriage, refused to give her to any, save
very dearly ! one who would be able to conquer him in a I'd give thee the best dwelling “that ere was chariot race, which he flattered himself would
built on earth, be impossible, as his horses were of unrivalled I'd go with thee to Arran,* to France, or Spain fleetness. Notwithstanding the condition
how cheerly ; made by the king, that each of his defeated To wildest strand of ocean, or the fair hill of competitors should forfeit his life, thirteen
mirth. princes had attempted the race, and been de- We'd wile an hour in watching “ the boats come feated and slain. But the fourteenth, Pelops,
homewards rowing, son of Tantalus, King of Phrygia, bribed
Or loiter in the lone wood, “ the shady boughs
beneath; Myrtilus, the charioteer of Oenomaus, to
I'd ed breast the steep then, with gay leave a linch pin of his master's chariot loose,
song upward going by which means the chariot was overturned,
To ask for news of Mary“ upon the Hill of and the king mortally injured. When dying,
Heath. be requested Pelops, the victor, to avenge him on his faithless charioteer, which Pelops High on the stone-heaped mountaint " one day did, by throwing Myrtilus into the sea. The
when lonely lying, waves having, cast his body ashore, it was From Benduff's peak so darksome “ I looked honorably buried by the people of the country,
out east by north ; by whom he was reputed the son of Mercury;| I heard the cuckoo speaking, I saw the sea-gulls and the bilberry is said to have first sprung
While with their dams the lambkins “and from his grave. In botany it bears his name, Vaccinium Myrtilus, an appellation The badger and the weasle" there get them lairs
calves were going forth. which is also appropriate, from the resem
for sleeping ; blance of the shrub to a little myrtle. Myr
The red fox finds a shelter “from winds that tilus is fabled, by the classic mythology, to
rudely breathe, have been ultimately translated by Mercury The Banshee chants her dirges, half singing and to the skies, where he shines as the constella
half weeping, tion Auriga, or the Charioteer. The bilberry That scene is grander far than the little Hill has been called “ the fruit of the proscribed,
of Heath. because growing in solitudes, fit for the haunts of outlaws, who have used its blood-There bloom the rose and lily, and honey is red juice to stain and disguise their faces.
abounding, With these fruits of the mountains and the
There the bright crystal + sparkles, the white wilds we will associate a simple rustic song, The heath-cocks there are crowding, the hounds'
swan glides along, which we translate from the original Irish, a
shrill cry resounding, language that deserves to be better known
Harps at each door are chiming " to sweetand appreciated for its variety, energy, and voiced maidens' song. patbos ; a language that can boast of more There grow sweet fruits, the berry "upon the peasant poets than perhaps any other in Eu
wild bush blazes, rope. This song was popular in Munster There are all things delicious" to keep away (among those who understood the original, grim death, for we believe it has never before appeared There dwells my love whose beauty “excels all in English). It was written by a poor
beauteous faces — piper (whose name we have been unable to That place is better far than “ the little Hill
of Heath. learn), in opposition to a song in praise of a hill called the Hill of Heath, composed by a There is sweet milk and butter, “fat swine at rival musician, of which only a few fragments
all times straying are now extant. The pictures of rural plenty
On both sides of the river, and round the and happiness presented in our song exist no verdant hill, longer, save in the memory of those who talk of the good old times in poor Ireland"
* The Isle of Arran in the Bay of Galway. before the famine and the emigration. In
† Alluding to the cairns, or piles of loose stones, order to preserve the rhythm we mark the anciently bea ped up as sephulchral monuments. pause for the voice by the cæsura thus“, in # The quartz crystal.
Fair islets gem the waters “ where speckled trout SPEED ON RAILWAYS. - Dr. Lardner adopts are playing ;
some ingenious arguments, or rather illustraSleek calves and well-fed cattle “ the merry tions, to render familiar the extraordinary velocwoodlands fill.
ity with which our express trains move. The Both winter time and summer “ the trees there Great Western Express to Exeter travels at the give us pleasure ;
rate of 43 miles an hour, including stoppages, or Good liquor there is plenty “each merry roof 51 miles an hour without including stoppages ; beneath ;
to attain this rate, a speed of 60 miles an hour I'd rather chant thy praises, sweet spot ! in is adopted midway between some of the stations ; worthy measure
and in certain experimental trips 70 miles an Than sing the withered furze on “ the little hour have been reached. A speed of 70 miles Hill of Heath.
an hour is about equivalent to 35 yards per
second, or 35 yards between two beats of a comI've gazed on cheerful harbors, in stately cities, mon clock ; all objects near the eye of a passenpondereil ;
ger travelling at this rate will pass by his eye in I've trod the heath-clad mountain, “ fair vale, the thirty-fifth part of a second ; and if 35 stakes and rushy plain,
were erected at the side of the road, a yard asunFrom Cork of Coves so pleasant “ to Bal’nasloeder, they would not be distinguishable one from I've wandered :
another ; if painted red, they would appear colThen from the north returning" to Cashel lectively as a continuous flash of red color. If came again.
two trains with this speed passed each other, the I've passed two years in roving, I've sat where relative velocity would be 70 yards per second ; guests are many,
and if one of the trains were 70 yards long, it I've drained the glass, and gayly “have set would flash by in a single second. Supposing the my pipes to breathe,
locomotive which draws such a train to have But maiden like my true love “I never yet driving-wheels seven feet in diameter, these
wheels will revolve five times in a second ; the Save one with fairy form on “the little Hill piston mores along the cylinder ten times in a of Heath.
second ; the valve moves and the steam escapes ten times in a second — but as there are two cyl
inders, which act alternately, there are really ANECDOTE OF A CROCODILE. The Indians told twenty puffs or escapes of steam in a second. us, that at San Fernando scarcely a year passes The locomotive can be heard to “cough” when without two or three grown-up persons, particu- moving slowly, the cough being occasioned by the larly women who fetch water from the river, abrupt emission of waste steam up the chimney ; being drowned by these carnivorous reptiles. but twenty coughs per second cannot be separated They related to us the history of a young girl of by the ear, their individuality becoming lost. Uritucu, who, by singular intrepidity and pres
Such a locomotive speed is equal to nearly oneence of mind, saved herself from the jaws of a fourth that of a cannon-ball ; and the momentum crocodile. When she felt herself seized, she of a whole train, moving at such a speed, would sought the eyes of the animal, and plunged her be nearly equivalent to the aggregate force of a • fingers into them with such violence, that the number of cannon-balls, equal to one-fourth the pain forced the crocodile to let her go, after hav- weight of the train : that a “smash” should foling bitten off the lower part of her left arm. low a “ collision,” is no subject for marvel, if a The girl, notwithstanding the enormous quantity train moving at such speed – or anything like of blood she lost, reached the shore, swimming such speed — should meet with any obstacle to with the hand that still remaiced to her. In its progress. Dodd's Curiosities of Industry. those desert countries, where man is ever wrestling with nature, discourse daily turns on the best means that may be employed to Select Poems of Prior and Swift. escape from a tiger, a boa, or a crocodile ; every A judicious selection from the poems of men one prepares himself in some sort for the dangers whose names are better known to this generation that may await him. I knew,” said the young than their works. The editor, who has already girl of Uritucu coolly, “that the cayman lets go proved his hand in the Selections from Dryden, his hold if you push your fingers into his eyes.' introduces each author by a critical preface ; the Long after my return to Europe, I learned that estimate in both cases being true, though we in the interior of Africa the negroés know and think he assigns a poetical mcrit to Prior which practise the same means of defence. Who does the present generation will hardly confirm. The not recollect with lively interest, Isaac, the “ Henry and Emma” inculcates a blindly conguide of the unfortunate Mungo Park, who was fident love, which is opposed to the opinions of seized twice by å crocodile, and twice escaped the present day ; “Solomon,” notwithstanding from the jaws of the monster, having succeeded the great merit of passages and parts, is deficient in thrusting his fingers into the creature's eyes in interest as a whole. Johnson, who was born while under water? The African Isaac and the before Prior died, and who wrote at a time when young American girl owed their safety to the his works were popular, felt “that it wanted same presence of mind, and the same combina- that without which all other excellences are of tion of ideas. - Humboldt's Personal Nar- small avail, the power of engaging attention and rative.
alluring curiosity." — Spectator.
LITTELL’S LIVING AGE. — No. 472.-4 JUNE, 1853.
1. Mr. Disraeli,
Edinburgh Reriew, 579 2. Inconsistency of Error, .
Journal of Commerce, 599 3. Lady Lee's Widowhood Part I., .
Blackwood's Magazine, 600 4. Six Years Among Cannibals,
Household Words, 615 5. The Sculptor's Career,
Eliza Cook's Journal, 620 6. Another gone over to the Spirits,
N. Y. Times,
623 7. Home for Homeless Women,
Household Words, 625 8. Alexander Smith's Poems,
Spectator of Critic, 632 9. The Giving Bee, ·
Chambers' Journal, . 640 POETRY: Old England's Babes in the Woods, 577 ; Lines among the Leaves — To a Lit
tle Girl, 578; To One Afar, 619. SHORT ARTICLES : Palmerstonian Catechisms, 619; The Washington and Reed Letters
Little and Bad, 624.
From Punch. With what bursts of tender sobbing he blessed
the gentle robin, OLD ENGLAND'S BABES IN THE WOOD.
Who the forest leaves their faces laid with pious In a nurse's uncouth telling, in a broadside's
beak and claws on, random spelling,
And how heavily in school-days was he visited Or in statelier garb of story-book, with bind
with cobbing ing and gilt edges,
Who the robin's sacred nest laid his sacrilegious For ages has that story set Young England's
tears a-welling, That sanctifies the red-breast on our window- That old tale with a new dress on, for Old Engsills and hedges.
land has its lesson ; How oft with tear-drenched pinafore, has he sat Touching his “ Babes in the Wood” he a hint and lost his dinner for
from it may borrow – The death of those good parents, in that uncle In the wood through whose entanglements scarce too confiding,
manly strength can press on — And wondered in his innocence, what he was such The wood of sin and suffering, of ignorance and a sinner for,
sorrow. As to hire those cruel ruffians who took the babes out riding.
There the little children wander, while in mortal How oft the nursery's rattle has been hushed be
combat yonder fore the prattle
Those who call themselves their guides for the Of those pretty babes which wrought so on the
mastery are fighting ; milder-minded Walter,
There in striving for that wood's sour fruit their That in the lonely forest he gave his fellow bat
infant strength they squander, tle,
Deep and deeper in its hideous depths body and And slew him, thereby cheating the gallows soul benighting
and the halter, And then, instead of staying to keep the babes The combatants are sturdy, skilled to use their from straying,
weapons wordy ; He weakly left them, with command to “stop And 'ere Chapel's got the better of Church, or there like good children;"
Church of Chapel, For Young England well remembered his own The children may be lying, while Punch, for pious manner of obeying
birdie, The like order from the nurse-maid whom he Strews his leaves on those that perished while gloried in bewildering.
their guides were in death-grapple. CCCCLXXII. LIVING AGE, VOL. I. 37
From Eliza Cook's Journal. Oh! a bard of many breathings
Is the Wind in sylvan wreathings,
O'er mountain tops and through the woodland HAVE ye heard the West Wind singing,
As it roves.
Oh ! are not human bosoms
Like these things of leaves and blossoms, A plaintive wail it maketh,
Where hallowed whispers come to cheer and rouse? When the willow's tress it shaketh,
Is there no mystic stirring Like new-born infant sighing in its sleep ;
In our hearts, like sweet wind whirring And the branches, low and slender,
In the boughs ? Bend to list the strain so tender,
Though that wind a strange tone waketh Till they weep. .
In every home it maketh, Another tale 't is telling,
And the maple-tree responds not as the larch, Where the clustered elm is swelling
Yet Harmony is playing With dancing joy, that seems to laugh outright;
Round all the green arms swaying And the leaves, all bright and clapping,
'Neath heaven's arch. Sound like human fingers snapping
Oh! what can be the teaching
Of these forest voices preaching?
’T is that a brother's creed, though not as mine, Where the heavy oak uplifteth
May blend about God's altar, A diadem of acorns broad and high ;
And help to fill the psalter
From the Atlas
TO A LITTLE GIRL, To shade green graves and canopy the owl ; WHO CRIED BECAUSE HER FATHER WOULD BE A And it sends a mournful whistle,
GRAY OLD MAN WHEN SHE HAD GROWN UP. That remindeth of the missal And the cowl.
BY CHARLES J. SPRAGUE. Another lay it giveth
Vex not thy little heart that time will spread Where the spiral poplar liveth,
The frost of age upon thy father's headAbove the cresses, lily, flag, and rush ;
Will line his brow, and dim the loving eye And it sings with hissing treble,
That gazes on thee, as the years go by ;
Thy gentle love, my darling, cannot stay
The conquering despot on his cruel way.
No ! the strange fears that flutter in thy heart, A varied theme it utters,
The tender tears that from thy blue eyes start, Where the glossy date-leaf flutters, The fond embrace that tightens round my neck, A loud and lightsome chant it yielded there ; Have not the power his ravages to check. And the quiet, listening dreamer
We both move onward to the expectant tomb;
And Nature's universal law obey;
Though my stout arm may tremble in the clasp
That round thy woman's form is fondly cast; A lonely head, like hearse-plume waved about ; Though the strong frame that bears thee gayly And it lurketh melancholy,
now, Where the thick and sombre holly
Beneath the sadder weight of years may bow; Bristles out.
My heart, defying time, shall ne'er decay ! It murmurs soft and mellow
Years cannot steal its vital warmth away! 'Mid the light laburnum's yellow,
Fed by thy love, its deep, perennial joy As lover's ditty chimed by rippling plash,
Is young with strength that age cannot destroy. And deeper is its tiding,
Thy womanhood will never weep to see As it hurries, swiftly gliding,
Time's changing features in my love for thee Through the ash.
Deep in the oak's old trunk there hidden lie
Buds that have never opened to the sky; A roundelay of pleasure
Let but its noble head be rudely torn,
And forth they spring, the ruin to adorn.
Buds of warm feeling thickly strown and deep ; Were engaged in Mab's vagaries,
In their quick growth, thy fears shall solaced be, Out of reach.
Should the wild storm-wind only threaten thee.