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be surprised at their being now treated with disrespect... Jean repeated her determined purpose of not going to school that day ; and the firmer she became in opposition, the authoritative tone of the nother gradually weakened; till at length by saying, that “if she did na gang to the schul she sudna stand there,” she acknowledged herself to be defeated, and the point to be given up. P. 161.

Mrs Mason could not forbear making some remonstrances, upon which Mrs MacClarty, as might be expected, undertook her daughter's defence, observing

—“the poor thing had na' gotten her questions, and did na' like to gang, for fear o' the maister's anger.” “But ought she not to have got her questions, as her master enjoined, instead of idling here all the norning 2" said Mrs Mason. “O ay,” returned Mrs MacCarty, “she shu'd ha’ gotten her questions, nae doubt; but it was unco fashous, and ye see she has na' a turn that gait, poor woman : but in time she'll do weel eneugh.” P. 166.

Mrs Mason, by the bribe of half-acrown, prevails upon the servant Grizzy to clean out her room, and then to

attempt performing the same friendly office for the kitchen.

But before the window could be approached, it was found necessary to remove the heap of dusty articles piled up in the window sill, which served the purpose of family library, and repository of what is known by the term odds and endi.

Mrs MacClarty, who had sat down to spin, did not at, first seem willing to take any notice of what was going for. ward; but on perceiving her maid beginning to meddie with the things in the window, she could no longer remain a neutral spectator of the scene. Stopping her wheel, she, in a voice indicating the reverse of satisfaction, asked what she was about? Mrs Mason took it upon her to reply: “We are going to make your window bright and clean for you, cousin, said she. If you step into my room, and take a look of mine, you will see what a difference there is in it; and this, if these broken panes

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were mended, would look every bit as well.” “It does weel eneugh,” returned Mrs MacClarty. “It wants nae cleanin’. It does just weel eneugh. What's the gude o' takin' up the lass's time wi' nonsense 2 she'll break the window too, and the bairns hae broken eneugh o' it already.” .

“But if these panes were mended, and the window cleaned, without and within,” said Mrs Mason, “you cannot think how much more cheerful the kitchen would appear.”

“And how long would it bide clean if it were 2" said Mrs MacClarty. “It would be as ill as ever or a month, and wha cou’d be at the fash o' ay cleanin' at it 2"

The following homely picture may perhaps amuse our readers.

“Mistress " hollowed the voice of Grizzel from the house, “I wish ye wad come and speak to Meg. She winna behinderit putting her fingers in the kirn, and licking the cream.” “If I were at you,” cried Mrs MacClarty, “I’d gar you"— She was as good as her word; and in order to shew Mrs Mason the good effect of her advice, she ran that moment into the kitchen, and gave her daughter a hearty slap upon the back. The girl went a few steps further off, and deliberately applied her tongue to the back of her hand, where part of the cream was still visible. “Go : ye idle whippy :" said her mother, “and let me see how weel ye'll ca’ the kirn.” “I winna kirn the day,” returned Meg ; “I’m gain' to milk the kye.— Jean may kiri, ; she has naething else to do.” “I’m ay set to kirn,” says Jean, whimpering. “I never saw sic wark. I tell ye, I wonna kirn mair than Meg. Grizzy can milk the cows hersel.” She does na' want her help.” “But, girls,” said Mrs Mason, “when I was a little girl like either of you, I never thought of chusing my work; I considered it my business to follow my mother's directions. Young people ought to obey, and not to dictate.” “Hear ye that :" said Mrs MacClarty : “But Jean will gang to the kirn I ken, like a good bairn ; and she sal get a dad o'butter to ber bread." .

But “But I wonna haet frae the hairing knife, said Jean, “for the last I got stack o' my throat ." “Bless me !” cried Mrs Mason, in amazement, “How does your butter come to be so full of hairs? where do they come from ?” “O they are a' frae the cows,” returned Mrs MacCarty. “There has been long a hole in the milk sythe, and I have never been at the fash to get it mended; but as I tak ay care to sythe the milk through my fingers, I wonder how sae mony hairs win in.” “Ye need na wonder at that,” observed Grizzel, “for the house canna be soopit but the dirt flees into the kirn.” “But do you not clean the churn before you put in the cream 2" asked Mrs Mason, more and more astonished. “Na, na,” returned Mrs MacClarty, “That wad no be canny, ye ken. Naebody hereabouts would clean their kirm, for ony consideration. I never heard o' sic a thing i' my life.”

The extreme indulgence of the parents, however, gives birth to some tragical scenes.' The eldest son having set out, contrary to his father's command, to a fair, gets drunk and enlists as a soldier. The old man having gone to attempt his redemption, is robbed, and returns in a state of agitation, which throws him into a violent fever. The physician being called too late, gave little hopes, but declared that they all rested on his being kept cool. Against this Mrs MacClarty loudy protested, declaring, “She would never see her gudeman turned out o' his ain gude warm bed into a cauld room.” The old man died in a few days; and Mrs Mason, finding herself uncomfortable in continuing with his widow and son, determined to remove into another family, which promised greater docility. Through them, and the example which they set, she found means gradually to effect a general change in the village. Mrs MacClarty alone held out, and took every opportunity of throwing discountenance upon these innovations. On seeing a flower garden

forming before the door of Mrs Mason's new host, she remarked to an old neighbour: “Eh! I wonder what the warld will come to at last, since naething can serve the pride o’ William Morrison, but to hae a flower g” iden, whar gude Mr Brown's middenstead stood sappy for mony a day! he's a better man than will ever stand on William Morrisan's shanks.” The other, however, who had hitherto been a most zealous stickler for the gude auld gaits, could not forbear replying: “The flowers are a hantel bonnier than the midden tho’, and smell a hantel sweeter too;” which marked the decided change that had taken place in the village. In short, Mrs Mason soon entirely prevailed, and her quondam landlady was left wholly by herself. This volume contains also two underplots, if they may be so called, not much connected either between themselves, or with the principal plot. One consists of the previous history of Mrs Mason, and the other of that of a Miss Stewart, which is designed to ridicule the inordinate love of gentility and genteel company, which has for sometime past been perhaps peculiarly prevalent in this country. Both these sketches have merit, particularly the latter; neither, however possess the liveliness and originality of the scenes of which Mrs MacClarty is the heroine, so that upon the whole, they break the unity of the work, without materially adding to its value.

New Works hullished in Edinburgh.

LLUSTRATIONs of Walter Scott's Lay of the Last Minstrel; consisting of twelve views on the rivers Borthwick, Ettrick, Yarrow, Tiviot and Tweed. Engraved by James Heath, R. A. from designs taken on the spot by John C. Schetky of Ox. ford. With Anecdotes and descrip

tions, 4to. 17. 1 1s. 6d.

* Illustrations of Blair's Grave, in 12 Etchings, executed by Louis Schiavonetti, from the Original Inventions of William Blake, 4to. 21. 12s. 6d.

The Speech of William Adam, Esq. M. P. for Kincardineshire, in the House of Commons, on the third reading of the Scots Judicature bill, on the 24th of June 1808. 2s.

Scottish Literary Intelligence. y o

Mo MAcNEILL intends shortly to publish a Poem, entitled, “The Pastoral, or Lyric Muse of Scotland,” descriptive of the united influence of our national poetry and music, in softening the passions, and civilizing the manners of our feudal ancestors on the Borders. As the pastoral state in that quarter has been totally overlooked by our early historians, and as it is natural to suppose that a species of melody and song, so remarkable for tenderness and genuine passion, must have produced considerable effects on the mind of the inhabitants, it is expected that the subject will be interesting to the lovers of music and poetry. Dr Wm. Render is about to publish a work in English, French, and German, for the purpose of a class book, to be used by those who study the German language, which he teaches. For the comparison of these languages this work will possess advantages peculiar to itself, and in compensation for the care bestowed on the execution of the work, the author will no doubt receive a remuneration in the patronage of the public. Dr Forbes, of Edinburgh, is engaged on a translation of Pliny’s Natural History, which is to be accompanied with such notes and illustrations as may be necessary to elucidate the context, a life of the author, and a preliminary dissertation on the Origin of Natural History, and on its progress and gradualimprovement from infancy, to its present state of compara

tive maturity. It is the present translator's wish to supply, to the best of his abilities, (such as they are) this desideratum in English literature. One great object which the translator will keepin view in his notes and illustrations, shall be to accommodate Pliny’s descriptions of animals, plants, and minerals, to the nomenclature of the Systema Nature Linnai. This, he is duly aware, will constitute by much the most difficult part of his labour, and he despairs of executing it with full satisfaction either to the public or to himself— But as in the present state of natural history a translator of Pliny cannot be excused from making the attempt, he may be permitted to hope, that he shall be able to contribute in some degree at least towards its accomplishment. The translation thus enlarged must extend to six or seven volumes, in octavo; and will be published either in separate volumes successively, or when the whole shall have been finished, as future circumstances may render adviseable. This city has, during the course of the present summer, been entertained with a general Exhibition of Paintings; a laudable practice, which is but newly established here, and has been extremely creditable to the talents of our Scottish artists. The portraits of Watson, the humorous pieces of Carse, and the Landscapes of Naismith, were among those which drew particular attention from the admirers of the art. In short, the approbation of the public was such as to give every encouragement to the repetition of a similar exhibition; and we hope that a more commodious room will then be provided for the purpose.

Literary Intelligence, ENGLIsu and For EIGN.

BIOGRAPHICAI, Index to the House of Lords has been for some time in the press, and will be speedily pubpublished. It is compiled by the Editor of the “Biographical Index to the House of Commons,” consists of a single volume, of a portable size, and, in addition to the descent of the peers of England, given in an entirely new form, contains an account of the present and late ones, their habits, pursuits, and parliamentary conduct. The sixteen Scotch, and twenty-eight Irish members, are introduced in alphabetical order, as well as the bench of bishops, which has never before been attempted. A new biographical work, intended to contain a series of portraits of the most eminent persons now living or lately deceased in Great Britain and Ireland, is in a forward state of preparation. It will include the most distinguished characters in the senate, the church, the navy and army, the learned professions, and the various departments of literature and science; also of those who have most zealously exerted themselves in promoting the arts, agriculture, and commerce of the country. The portraits will be elegantly and accurately drawn in an uniform manner, from nature, or from original pictures; and the engravings will be perfect fac-similes of the drawings. The work will be published periodically ; and the first number, containing six portraits, each accompanied by a short biographical notice, will appear very soon. Mr W. T. Comber, of Liverpool, has just completed a work entitled, An Enquiry into the State of National Subsistence, as connected with the Progress of Wealth and Population.

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tres, corrected from manuscript authorities, and illustrated with copious notes, is reprinting at the Clarendon press. Proposals have been issued for publishing by subscription, in six octavo volumes, the Works of the Rev. J. Newton, late rector of St Mary Woolinoth, London. The Rev. W. Davy, of Lustleigh, near Moreton, Devon, has lately com

pleted a System of Divinity, and com.

pilation from polite writers and eminent divines, &c. in 26 vols. 8vo. containing 13,000 pages, of which only fourteen copies are printed. The work was com

piled and written out by Mr Davy alone, who, though ignorant of the art of printing, with a few worn-out types,

printed off one page at a time, by him. self, at a press made by his own hands. He began the work ten years ago.

A bookseller of Paris has announced his intention to publish a new and important work relative to Spain, by Alex. ander de la Borde, author of the splendid Picturesque Travels in that country. It will be entitled, A Descriptive Guide through Spain, forming five volumes octavo, and will contain a statement of the different branches of industry, polity, and government of that kingdom; its natural history; the characters and manners of its inhabitants; and the state of the arts, sciences, and literature, at different periods of its history.

In 1806, B. Lafon, a geographer and engineer at New Orleans, published a general chart of the Orleans territory, comprehending also West Florida and a part of the Mississipi territory. The explanations are in the French language, and the whole is executed from the most recent observations. The author states, that a considerable portion of his materials are quite new, such, for example, as the courses of the Mississipi, the Alabama, Mobile, Pascagoula, Tangipao, Mitalebani, Ticfoha, Amite, Washita, Yazoo, and their different ramifications with the Mississipi, as also the Pearl, Red, and Sabine rivers. This map exhibits all the country on the gulf, from Pensacola to the Sabine inclusive, which computing the longitude of the former to be 89° 45', and the latter 96° 31' west from the meridian of Paris, makes an extent of almost seven degrees of longitude. It embraces the whole space from the south point of the Mississipi in the latitude of 29° north to the parallel of 33°, which is considerably northward of Tombigbee fort, the Yazoo mouth, and the settlement of Nachitoches, making four degress of latitude.

The Rev. Dr Madison, president of William and Mary College, during the year $27, laid before the public his map of the state of Virginia, upon which he has been many years engaged. It includes the whole dominion, from the North Carolina and Tennessee boundary, in 36° 30', to the irregular line which separates it from Maryland, Pennsylvania, Ohio and Kentucky. The longitude in this map, which is about four feet by six, is reckoned from the capitol at Washington.


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DEATH-SoN G of MacKenzie.

'Tis not your wont to fly, Mackenzie,
Culloden saw thy redd'ned spear,
save thy Prince, 'tis worthy of thee,
Save him, for the foes are near,
Turn your reeking, gory bayonets,
Turn their points of death on me, -
The heart's blood of a Royal Stuart
Boils, and spurns the thoughts to flee.

'Twas this arm made London tremble, While up England's plains we bore, When, from behind the Highland target Leap'd to death the blue claymore.

Preston felt your iron-hoof'd chargers, Paw her ground with wanton tread, Bursting came our warrior torrent, Preston groaned with loads of dead.

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Culloden felt our unbroke columns,
Retiring, mow her heath in rage,
Murray, traitor, meet thy glory,
Curs'd in every future age.

O'er my land, a base usurper
Shakes my sceptre from my throne,
While the hand was formed to bear it,
Falls, but will not fall alone.

spirits of my wrong'd forefathers,
Spirits of my gallant friends,
lochiel, Boyd, and Balmarino,
Now my sword for blood descends.

Back you shrink, you circle round me,
Traitors, yet I never fled,
Lie there, beat your bloody bosoms,
That is English freedom's bed.

Now a patriot's part I've acted,
Death swims dizzy in my brain,
Fled thy gallant soul, Mackenzie,
As thou lay, midst heaps of slain.

Must the marble scutcheon'd column
Rise to tell a tyrant's name,
While the patriot—Independence,
Hides his purpling cheeks for shame.

But thou, great heart, which bled'st for
Need'st no stones to tell thy fame,
See the wet rose-cheek of beauty,
Minstrel swell your notes of flame.
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july, 1808. HipALLAN,

S O N G.
TUN E-" She rose and loot’ me in.”
THE morning star with trenbling beam
Had bathed his locks in dew,
And round the misty bosom'd lake
The wheeling Lapwing flew.
The dewy-breasted hare withdrew
Where shelt'ring brushwood grows,
The morn-beam lighten’d the mountain
When lovely Peggy rose.

O'er her blue eyes and temples fair
Her hair in love-locks fell,
And loosely veil'd her bosom white,
Where all the graces dwell.
Her fair robes wanton in the wind,
Her bare feet bathed in dew,
And circling round her slender waist
The balmy morn-breeze flew.

'Twas but yestreen, that rose-pathed cheek

Was wet with tears on mine,
'Twas but yestreen my clasping arms
Around that neck could twine.
'Twas but yestreen, those lips divine,
Were warmed with many a kiss,
‘Twas but yestreen, that tongue of thine
Confest the tender bliss.

Young sun-beam, shake thy wand'ring
Move lightly on my fair,
Nor wanton round ber lovely neck,"
Nor kiss her bosom bare.
Yestreen this cheek was couched there,
With many a melting tale,
And many a dear embrace and prayer,
All in the Hawthorn Vale.

'Tis not the ranked gold she loves,
Nor looks which court the sky;
Nor hearts unwarm'd by nature's love,'
By grandeur shuffled high.
vBut 'tis the merit lifted eye,
The soul's ennobled part,
For which she heaves the tender sigh,
And keeps her virgin heart.
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july, 1808. HIDALLAN.

set to Music by Mr Ross of Aberdeen.
THRQ. Cruikston castle's lanely wa's,
Tho' wint'ry wind howls wild an' dreary,
Tho' mirk the cheerless e'ening fa’s,

Yet I hae vow'd to meet my Mary. Ah

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