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ing some of the lincaments and spirit was built ; and, who, after his duty of his race. We will not mar the plea- to his God, had not a thought upon sure our readers must derivefrom this earth but to support his King to the admirable delineation, by mingling in last gasp, and to curse, as in duty our cursory

notice any of the acidu- bound, the crop-eared scoundrels of lating virus of political controversy: Roundheads. We love and reverence but we do wish that the character of the impetuous and high-spirited old Old Rowley had been painted a little man,-the beau-ideal of the genuine more in the shade, were it only for Cavalier. the indelible disgrace he entailed on We regret that the author has not his memory by his ingratitude to given us more of the court, and of those brave and loyal men who the prominent characters of the time; bled and suffered so freely in his for example, of “ Erin's high Orcause, and the inexpiable ignominy mond," and the accomplished, phiof receiving a pension from France. losophic, and intriguing Shaftesbury. A moralist would lay at his door The former appears but seldom on charges of a still deeper dye, and the scene, and is rather a spectator point him out as the great cor- than an actor: of the latter we alruptor of the morals, as well as sa- most see nothing, although it is nocrificer of the independence of historious that he was deeply implicated country, and as the main author of in the unutterable villanies of the the subsequent misfortunes of his Popish Plot. It would have given House.

Waiving these subjects, another charm to this admirable tale however, no reader can perceive, had these two eminent men been without feeling a sense of burning somehow interwoven in its texture, shame, the difficulty with which he and contributed, by the fine contrast is brought to interest himself in be- which their opposite characters must half of his brave and gallant friends, have furnished, to accelerate or rewhen in danger of becoming the vic- tard the denouement. It is right, tims of the Popish Plot, hatched and however, to state, that as far as Orbrought forward to serve as an agent mond does act, or rather advise, it for exterminating the firm and loyal is in perfect harmony with that inexsupporters of his throne. We al- pugnable integrity, chivalrous holude, particularly, to the pusilla- nour, and lofty spirit, to which hisnimous manner in which he con- tory has already rendered justice. ducted himself in the trial of that We rejoice, however, to find, that brave old Cavalier, Sir Geoffrey the author has employed his great Peveril, who, after all, owed his powers in unmasking the machinery safety more to his enemy Bridge- of the Popish Plot, and in exposing north's refusing to give evidence the dreadful perjuries of a set of the against him, than to the King's most diabolical villains who ever underhand tampering with that ju: sold blood for gold, or trafficked in dicial ruffian, or madman, Scroggs. public frenzy and delusion; and that This, we believe, is a faithful picture another brand of immortal infamy of his character and policy, if his has been fixed on the names of Oates conduct merit such an epithet: but and of Bedloe. The picture of the rewe wish our author had marked it verend ruffian is perfect, and is every with the expressions which he must way worthy of the cause of which he feel it so richly merits. . This base was the ostensible mouth-piece, and truckling, trimming, time - serving ever-willing witness. It is a melanspirit, excites the keener indigna- choly fact, and serves to illustrate tion, when we reflect on the charac- the character of those fearful times, ter of the chivalrous and heroic ve- that the great, virtuous, and patriotic teran, who had so often exposed him. Lord Russel, was a staunch believer self in the brunt of the battle, both in in the reality of the plot, and in the the cause of the King and his father; statements of Oates and Bedloe! who, in the evil times of the Com- Of the females brought upon the monwealth, when so many had gone scene, we are not very competent to over to the stronger side, had re- speak. Woman is a riddle which i mained as immoveable in his loyalty might puzzle Edipus himself to re as the rock on which his ancient castle solve. They are, however, paintet in the true spirit of gallantry, and, that, after she disappears from the we think-though we would not be service of the Countess of Derby, and positive in the matter-happily dis- resumes the use of speech, she emcriminated. Alice Bridgenorth is ploys that faculty in such a manner really a lovely little puritan; and as at once to astonish and delight. Lady Peveril is all that is kind- The keen encounter of wit, raillery, hearted, motherly, and generous, and repartee, between her and Buck with a slight spice of the dignity and ingham,—when the latter discovers pride so proper and becoming in a her in his Harem in place of Alice titled dame. But the most extrava. Bridgenorth, whose escape Chrisgant, and perhaps the most original tian had contrived, after he found of these creations, is in the little fairy that Buckingham meant to retain elf Fenella, or Zarah, of whom, with for himself the morceau which had all reverence be it spoken, we really been designed for his master,—is know not what to think or what to one of the parts of this work which make ; and, what is worse, we half will be read with most general adsuspect the author has felt a little in miration. Her final escape by the the same way. She first appears as window is also perfectly in character. a damb-girl, in the service of the As to the Countess of Derby, again, Countess of Derby, and we are told she is a perfect she-devil, and queens that that French Simeramis had it away at such a rate, in her pigi bought her of a Dutch mountebank, island, that it is not easy to endure who had trained her up as a rope- her with patience. Her wrongs were, dancer. She soon, however, turns no doubt, great, and the iniquitous out to be a spy of Ned Christian's, execution of her brave and gallant and, like Cadwallader Crabtree, in husband, at Bolton-le-Moor, will naPeregrine Pickle, feigns herself deaf turally lead us to excuse much, and as well as dumb, that she might dis- bear with more ; but we have no noarm suspicion, and get possession of tion of a female ordering a poor devil her lady's secrets. Next, we find to dangle in a rope's end, merely that she had been thrown in the way upon the ground of constructive treaof the Countess, by Christian, who son against her own authority. Behad tutored her into her cue, and sides, as Talleyrand or Fouché-we secured her fidelity by interesting don't remember which-used to say, her revenge,-he having persuaded upon some similar occasions, “it was her that she was the daughter of his worse than a crime, it was a fault;" brother, whom the Countess, her and, considering that she was a pamistress, had put to death for the pist, and consequently exposed to the high crime of treason against her ever-watchful hatred and malice of a Manx Majesty. And last of all, if powerful faction, must have been we may believe the veracious Ned prompted by a feeling of vengeance, himself, she is none other than his strong enough to set every suggestion own daughter. In all this, there is of prudence at defiance. This, howcertainly

a sufficient degree of per- ever, is best explained and defended plexment, which is only encreased by by referring to the times when she the little treacherous imp falling in lived, and the wrongs she had sufferlove with Julian Peveril, during bis ed; and was perhaps meant to verify residence in Man, with his relations the well-known maxim, that insigthe Countess of Derby and her son. nificant and precarious power is ever It cannot, at the same time, be de- prone to suspicion and cruelty. nied, that she is instrumental in Where there is so much general enucleating the plot; that, admitting excellence, it would be difficult, and her to be such as the author has ima- perhaps somewhat dangerous, to pargined, nothing can surpass the skill ticularize ; but it has appeared to us, and address with which she seconds that in every scene where Buckingthe schemes of her worthy uncle- ham appears,—whether in his revels, fatber; that, excepting so far as her-in his tête-à-têtes with Christian, love for Julian Deveril interposes, -in his confidential chit-chat with she is a very unscrupulous agent in Jerningham, the minister of his pleathe furtherance of the designs with sures,—at Court,—or on public ocz which she had been entrusted ; and casions,-the powers of this great writer show peculiarly transcendent. nothing in common with Annot Lyle, The conclave of fanatics at Bridge- or Catherine Seton. The same ob. north's, on the night when the attack servation, we conceive, applies to is made by Lance Outram, at the bead Bridgenortlı, Christian, Buckingham, of the Miners, and under the conduct and others; and though the hero, of Julian Peveril, is most felicitous, Julian Peveril, is somewhat tame and ly and graphically described. The feeble, compared with other figures on came observation applies to the trial of the canvass, we think the author has the Peverils, father and son, on the succeeded in rendering him more decharge of being concerned in the Po- cided, and consequently more interpishPlot,—were it not for the pre- esting than the majority of the previsence of that odious baboon of a

ous personages whom he has thought dwarf, Sir Geoffrey Hudson, whom fit to elevate to the same rank. Young we consider as mere excrescence on Derby promises to be a chip of the the surface of the story, and whose cld block, notwithstanding his afpranks and antics throw a ludicrous fected smartness, flippancy, and nonair on what, in our opinion, is a very chalance: we regret we have not improper subject for such an accom- more of him: we should not have paniment-a father and son on trial been sorry to find him taking some for life, upon one of the most dan- strong measures to revenge his fagerous and fatal accusations which ther's murder. Lance Outram is a could at that time have been prefer- noble fellow in his way. He coaxes red against them. The subsequent the Miners to liis purpose, with adincident of the bass-viol is also vio- mirable, though rustic skill and tact; lent and improbable, as is the charge and his fidelity to his master is above of high treason against Buckingham, all praise. in short, we consider which follows the deliverance of thé “ Peveril of the Peak” a performmannikin from the womb of the in- ance every way worthy to be classed strument; but it is more than re with the best and happiest efforts of deemed by the examination of Buck- the “ Author of Waverley."

B. ingham, in presence of his enemy, Ormond and others, and by the ini

DAN LUFTE'S PILGRIMAGE. mitable display of character, both

Canto I. on the part of the hing and his fa. vourite, which that remarkable occa- BEFORE a poet can proceed to measure sion elicits.

The lines of bis premeditated theme. As Scotchmen, we cannot suppress

"Tis requisite to usk the Muses' pleasure, a regret that “ Peveril of the Peak” Whether they will inspire bis fancied contains no specimens of that nation- Whether their ladyskrips are quite at leisure

dream? al painting, in which the “ Author To sport upon the hill, or in the stream? of Waverley” is without a competitor That he may canter briskly through his or rival. But we must confess, that

columns, it would have been out of place; and And give the world some cantos_or some we are more than indemnified by dis

rolumes. covering, that there is no shade, or diversity of human character, how. That was the fashion formerly ;-hut now

Most poets dash into the thing at once ; ever modified by time and circumstance, which he cannot represent

And, after knocking some time on their

brow, with power, fidelity, and effect.

As if to wakothe Muse within their sconce, Taken as a whole, we are much mis- They spin their lines as old dames spio taken if “ Peveril” be not considered their tow, equal to some of his happiest efforts. And with like humming sound pursue From the time, the historical person- their nonce. ages introduced, and the main inci. You'll see another likeness if ye quiz harddents of the plot, it was impossible A dame may be a witch -a bard a wizard. that the author should borrow from himself; and hence, one of the broad Though that may not be every one's

As for myself-I think I am a poet ; and prominent merits of the novel

opinion ; before us, is the freshness and ori. Yet, certainly, in course of song, I'll shewit, ginality which pervade it. Fenella While riding o'er mine ample theme's dois an entirely new creation, and has minion.

Some men there are, indeed, who never Which, by ingenious artifee, he tied, know it

With whip-cord, so it dangled from a (1 man the sis pöetica) save in yon

hook. L’ntangible, ideal, shapeless thing, I may observe, although matters little, Hight Fancy—but without it I can sing. He lived 'twixt Old and New Town,

call'd the Spittal. My Muse was born within a crowded city, And never knew a streamlet or a grove : He talk'd broad Scotch, and understood You'll doubtless think that circumstance some Erse, a pity,

And was esteem'd a famous politician ; As she knows naught of shepherds, birds, I'm told his mein'ry had a store of verse, -or love ;

And plenty of prosaic erudition : No matter; she hath been accounted witty; 'Tis likewise said, he could with ease reFor a torn education must remove

hearse Those awkward airs and struts to which A king's speech, where he shew'd the they're liable

rhetorician : By nature, making them more pert and These, with some qualities I can't be tellpliable.

ing of,

For a poor weaver in the North were well Nursi'd in a weekly newspaper was she,

enough. And in a magazine provincial cradled ; In both of which she squall'd in treble. His wife had knitted stockings of all hues, ker,

Which is, or was, the trade of that good As children generally do when swaddled : town; Io course of time she left the parent knee, But I suspect there are not many blues" And, by diploma, got her courser saddled,

Under the fringes of the northern gown. On which she rides an hour or so per day, This worthy matron for herself did use, Making her observations by the way.

In general, a pair 'twixt grey and brown;

And yet she ne'er induiged the dull
I say thus much by way of making known
My Muse's high pretensions to the art ;

But was, as neighbours said,

a merry I would be mute if such gifts were mine body."

own, Being a little modest_jest apart). Their son, our hero, was a hopeful lad, But now our pilgrim hero must be shewn, His name was Dufe-Dan Duffe I mean For be is waiting anxiously to start :-- to style him ; Til sketch bis picture ere I loose his tether, Dan Sol and Dan Apollo we have had And then we'll walk on sociably together. In many tales and stories, written whilom: There was a man of meikle love and pride, While with his wise harangues he did be

Dan Duffe, I say, would listen to his dad. The son of many ancestors was hc, Who in a lonely hovel did abide,

guile him Somewhere between the rivers Don and

Into a love of reading, like himsel?,

Leaving all other work upon the shell. Waiting the rise of fortune's lazy tide And he did pore on many a poet's page, Which seem'd to settle at a low degree ;- So many, that I do not care to name ; I said there was—I should have said is, Suffice it, that they were of every age, rather,

And, in their day, the every pets of fame, But ris brings me to spea's about his But men and things both cease to be “ the father.

rage". He(that's the father) was a curious wight,

When other men and things our praises Having some shrewdness, and a deal of

And e'en the great poetic immortality taste ; (By taste I mean that laudable delight

Is found to be of somewhat brittle quality. That zest of nature-not of pies or paste ;) At sixteen years our hero fell in love He was indeed a man whose genius might A proper age for such a silly passion ; An easier way of living well havegraced:- Yet, 'tis the first thing that begins to move Bat where lived he? in Aberdeen, so

The youthful pen to scribble rhyming populous,

trash on; 'Tis call'd the northern Highlandman's And then the patient's fancy 'gins to rove metropolis.

Through fairy-land, because it is the fa. He tras a weaver to his trade, and plied shion; The shuttle to some purpose; and did look So did Dan Duffe, and measur'd, in his (For he was what rude people call squinta slumbers, eyed)

Love's softest, suertext, chastest, purest Both on his reb and on a farourite book! numbors.

Dee ;

claim ;

l'orth from the city would he wend at Dan staid till Sol sate in his weat pavi. morn,

lion, And, where the new canal is now,

would Surrounded by his clouds, like flattering stray,

beaux, Musing in all the bliss of pain, forlorn, Dress'd in their coats of yellow and verThough meeting many people by the way: milion, By hope refresh'dby jealous horrors And such fine hues as every body knows, torn,

Until the moon, well seated on her pillow, Like many another gamester in that play, Above the shining German Ocean rose: (For I could prove that Cupid's foolish Dan having fed all day on love's soft mood, votary

Came home at even to taste more solid Is but a sixteenth holder in the Lottery.) food.

Well-he would come to view a pretty Long did he wander round this daily range, scene,

A walking harp, surcharged with love and Where Don's pure waves through Grand- rhymes, holin's fields meander,

Until there came about a sorry change, And where the citizens of Aberdeen Yet not uncommon in these sinful times : Oft, on a Sunday evening, love to wander. Let not the reader cry aloud,“O strange!" "Tis beautiful! and, in the morning's Where there are mortals, still there will sheen,

be crimes, Whoe'er admires it notis but a gander. The lady of his love (a cobler's daughter) It charm'd Dan Duffe each time he look'd Forsook him for a beau of the first water !

upon it, For 'twas the subject of his second sonnet. And then his father died—and then his

mother! Oh what a lovely prospect glads your eye

Waves follow waves, and tears must course Where the sweet vale hangs like a Wilton down tears, carpet,

And, in our griefs, another and another When swung between the corner posts to Fall on, and push us down the gulf of dry,

years. While gentle, undulating breezes warp it! Without a sister and without a brother, You see the Don, mean time, so smooth His friends went from him on his parent's and sly,

biers, Gliding beneath, save where there is a Save an old aunt, whose tale goes thus (to bar put

shorten it-) I meau a dam for streams to drive ma- She liv'd_fell sick-and died within a chinery,

fortnight! Which give an air of business to the scenery.

She died - but then she left more earth

behind For there are mills for thread, and mills Than the old sexton's spade could heap

upon her : And iron foundries, making uncouth noise, And either she or fortune had been kind And mills that manufacture for the draper Dan got the land, whichever was the doWearing appearel, and some wearing toys: Ah me! they send abroad a stinking va- Yea, he was laird; and, though he seem'd pour

design'd Of steam, and smoke, and sulphur, that For a more immaterial sort of honour, destroys

Yet terra firma's fully as delightful The silent sweetness of a dale so gentle, As Fairy-land of flower, and fruit, and And calls one's musings off the senti- spritefull. mental.

But small, and poor, and barren was the But still Dan Duffe would wander reck. spot,

Denying every plant save whins and hea. Now in the vale, and now upon the ridge, ther, Until he came to where the hamper'd Don And seldom useful for the spit or pot, Is spann'd most nobly by a Gothic bridge; Save in the fattening of Christmas wether, Built, I believe, Bishop Elphinstone, Or when the sportsman chose to take a In days when Bishops here had privilege; shot I do not mean by this our church to dish At grouse or black-cock, and such kind up

of feather ; Perhaps the bridge was not built by the Besides some thirty acres of plantation, Bishop

And as much in a state of cultivation,

for paper,


less on,

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