a shot; and, by the power of their dis- some mysterious power, into the dark

torted faces, driving away the con- bosom of eternity? There was then a a stantly filling crowd, as if some de- grating as of a huge iron door on its (umon had become incarnate, to terrify hinges, but louder than any thunder, in the cruel in the moment of their en- and I was flung down a gulph, and joyment. I knew that I was now in dashed into nothing. that piteous, hideous, degraded condi- But from this blessed insensibility ition, and I knew, moreover, that I I was too soon awaked, and what I afwas never to escape from that state terwards suffered, though perhaps less while time endured; but that thence- hideous and terrific, was yet such as forth, till the day of judgment, I was even now to make the drops of sweat to be thus rended asunder in torment- to stand on my brow, and my blood to ing convulsions. It was my doom; curdle. I seemed to be recovered into and I came at last to be satisfied that a sort of delirious stupor, in which I

I deserved it—that it was the righte- had just power of perception sufficient dus infliction of torment on a spirit to discern the horrors of my situation. __leeply polluted with crime.

I beheld a figure clothed in white, In a moment I was drenched in like a ghost risen in its winding-sheet, blood. It seemed that a sharp weapon standing before me, and on its breast like a scythe, at one sweep, from an a wide wound, from which the blood unseen arm, cut off a limb, and mi- had issued in torrents, and stained all

serably mutilated my body. The agony that part of the shroud from the heart Changed my swoon; and as I was sen- to its feet. It fixed its hollow eyes sible for a single moment of the transi- upon mine, and when I started with ion from one swoon to another, a whole horror, the phantom seemed to imitate crowd of familiar objects drove by my my action with derision, and to bring joul, and then I was again plunged its corpse-like features into a horrid nto the haunted darkness. My life likeness of mine. In the blindness of low seemed to be ebbing away-slight superstitious terror, I staggered headglimpses of sense visited my soul-I long towards the object, and while it ried to articulate

to stretch out my disappeared with a hideous crash, as if "emaining arm to something alive, the earth, or the hell where I was imhat seemed to be near me-but speech prisoned, were falling into pieces, I felt -motion-almost thought and voli, myself transfixed, as it were, with a ion were gone, and I lay with palpi- thousand daggers, and recovering my ations and singultus at my heart, as voice through the agony, shrieked afall my body were become insensible loud. Then I thought there descendnd a mere clod, except my heart, ed upon me, as from the angry hean whose out-pouring blood, consci- vens, a shower of such icy chillness, usness and torment were together that the little blood left in my exhaustTowing fain ter and fainter, and fa- ed veins was entirely frozen, and I ling into annihilation.

was conscious of life only by a feeling of Some change took place. There was the utterinost intensity of cold, as if I bearing along of my remaining life were some insect inclosed in a frozen —there was motion and sound. They globule of water in some great ice bay vere united. It was I who was borne in the Polar Sea. This feeling gradulong-and a weeping, wailing, la- ally relaxed into a shivering fit resempenting voice kept close unto me- bling an earthly sensation, -my eyes he voice of love, and of grief. Some opened of themselves, and there stood hing touched my forehead-it was before me, my wife, and the two friends epeated again and again. It felt like in whose presence this calamity had - tear--and then a kiss seemed to drop fallen upon me. apon my eyelids. But still I was waft- The truth is, Mr Editor, that I ed unconsciously along and along, and had got as drunk as an owl, and own and down interminable windings that the preceding narrative presents and still the tears, and sobs, and the public with a very slight and ghs continued-and then a small imperfect sketch of my feelings after and seemed to touch mine, and I falling off my chair, till I came to my hought of my children. Are they li recollection in my own bed-room, with ing still, thought I, or are we all a Kilmarnock night-cap on my head, urrying down together, by some mys- and my good wife s dressing-gown on, rious avenue, and on the wings of to keep me from catching cold, my


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own having been sent to have a patch vant to Dr Hodgson of Blantyre, and put upon the sleeve by Mr Nightin- Natural Historian to the New Series gale, at whose shop, No. 72, Prince's of the Scots Magazine. Street, I purchased it some four years I shewed that I was extremely ago.

sick, and the noise of my fall

, &c. I am now nearly about 50 years brought down Mrs who, though of age little addicted to the use of an excellent woman in most respects

, fermented liquors of any kind, and no is less remarkable than Griselda of member of the Dillettanti. During old, for her patience. She few, it dinner, I had taken a single caulker of seems, into a violent passion, on SteGlenlivet with Dr B. and the Captain; ing me stretched, in a state of perone glass of Bell's beer ; and I am posi- fected civilation, on the rug, and tive not more than three glasses of had like to have thrown the parsons Campbell and Somerville's choice Ma- wig into the fire, and scratched the deira. After dinner, I had my share captain's remaining eye out. Drunk of four bottles of Port, and three of as I was, I saw the storm, it would Claret. Now I feel persuaded, that

a appear, through my half-bungel-up moderate dose, such as this, which is daylights, and hence that phantom, a mere flea-bite to what my excellent which I have now tried to make the friend, the late Dr Webster, author of most,—who might well seem like Bars the Widow's Fund, used to take almost Duncan Davison, (well, the name is out daily, could never have cut me so con- -it can't be helped)

being no other foundedly as it appears I was cut, had than Mrs Duncan Davison herself I not, in an unlucky moment, gone to She kept, I am credibly informed the door, either to look at the comet, yelling in my ear, for several minutes, as I said, or for some less celestial pur- cro Duncan Davison ! pose, when a single mouthful of fresh beast, Duncan Davison ! how dared air did the business. Where a man may you to behave thus to our new heardi. get a single mouthful of fresh air in rug, Duncan Davison ?" This es. Edinburgh, between the hours of ten plains the nature of the charge brought and eleven at night, is not so obvious ; against me in my dream, which, al nor do I mean to give you either my real the time, was perfectly incomprehensignature or address. Suffice it to say, I took a gulp of that deleterious fluid, ved in which, I now beg leave to em

sible to me, but for the error involthe fresh air, and to that, like many a press my most unfeigned contrition stronger headed

man, bute that catastrophe.

have I to attri. It seems, however, that Mrs Davie

son's wrath was soon converted into I am informed, that on returning to consternation. For my neckcloth haand made a number of gross personal to get black in the face

, and to facer reflections on my clerical and military at the mouth, like Mr Ward's pica friend—the former of whom talked ture of the Hydrophobia, of challenging me. my eyes to heaven, as if mimicking the therefore, in a quandary, beseeched

I then turned up lately exhibiting in Pall-Mall. She / on the hearth-rug. On this rug was the way, was quite steady

, and when

bi worked in worsted an exceedingly good had they swallowed a whole mouthful portrait of a royal Bengal Tiger--the of fresh air, as I had done, might have very same that devoured young Mr fallen under it, as I did,) to untie my Hector Munro in that country, and cravat,

and open my vest. This de as my face met his, my mind imme- eagerly did and during that tender mon, with stripes upon his body, and, me, who was not in complete possesrug was scarcely so large as life, mea- the fiends mentioned above, as thro tip of the snout to the tip of the tail. author of this article. As to the seamet suring only 5 feet 4 inches from the tling, and otherwise maltreating the But the tiger in the dream was much of the fiery furnace, it was nothing larger than life, though I had no means of measuring him, and seemed at least

more than the blaze from my own as large as the Mastodonton seen

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the fiends of my dream were merely tion, hy this touching Httle Incident, the captain and my wife, and who, it will not fail to admire the singular seems, had used the word salamander, coincidence between those wild and why I know not. In a fit I most strange feelings, and the character of assuredly was, and our maid was des- the cause which produced them. Hapatched for a doctor. He came in a ving seen me put to bed in my wife's jiffy-having been fortunately in the night-gown, as aforesaid, (which hastreet, cutting off a neighbour's thigh ving been done rather violeutly, seemfrom thesocket-and bled me copiously ed to me like dashing me down on the in the arm. This not only throws an air pavement from a house-top,) the party of probability over that part of the pre- left me, and went down stairs to take vious narrative, in which I describe a check of supper. I had snored away myself as having in a trance lost for a couple of hours, till finding, I an arm from the sweep of a scythe, presume, from Mrs D. not being at but also throws, unless I greatly err, my side, that something unusual had much light on the whole theory and occurred, I reeled out of bed. A can, practice of dreaming. After I had dle of about twenty to the pound had filled a wash-hand basin with excel- very considerately been placed in a bowl, lent, warm, pure, ruddy blood, I was and by its light, a large looking-glass, lifted up on a seat formed of the intere at which my wife admires her person, lineation of all the fingers belonging had reflected to me myself, standing to my wife, the maid, the parson, the in my wife's night-gown, which, I am captain, and the doctor; and, with one sorry to say, bore testimony, by its arm over the shoulder of the church, sanguine hue, that I had been sickand the other over the shoulder very sick, after having been put to of the profession, I was borne along bed. In my very natural fear of that the lobby, and carried up stairs, with ghost, I broke my wife's looking-glass the view of being deposited in the into shivers, and cut myself considerstranger's bed-room. But it was not ably in the concussion. The noise made down; so I was brought back brought the family up, one of whom again down stairs to our own roorn, immediately threw a basin of cold wawhere I understand the procession met ter in my face, which made me think our little Tommy, with his finger in of the Polar Sea; and after muhis mouth, crying lustily, on the sup- tual explanation and reconciliation, I position that his dadiiy was dead. marched down stairs, somewhat muzGrief being catching, Mrs Davison zy, and took my jug of hot punch had also begun to blubber; and being with the rest. Í had a slight headsensible, I presume, that she had been ach next day; but the bleeding did too violent in the dining-room scene, me great good. I never was better during which I had never spoken a than at the moment of now writing to word, she burst into tears, kissed me you. As to the Moral, it is too obvijust as I was, and hid her lovely face ous to be overlooked ; and therefore I

in her husband's bosom. The reader, leave the world to profit by it. by referring to that part of the narra- Yours most sincerely, tive which describes the impression

D.D. made upon me during my intoxica


In a Letter to Christopher North, Esq. DEAR SIR, BARKER has shewn so much good dence, comes forth to the fight baretemper in his Retort Courteous, that headed, exposing his unhelmeted pate it would be unfair if I bit him hard in to the Andrew Ferrara of a champion return. I forgive him his little jets of whose brows are enveloped in the casque spleen, such as his accusing me of of Pluto. I shall not abuse his good slander, &c. in consideration of his faith; for whatever dog I may be, I having made an effort to laugh, which am not so ruthless a bloodhound as is

very commendable in a man situa- his alarmed imagination depicts me. ted as he is. Besides, I am in a mask, Nor am I the least angry with his and he, with more chivalry than pru« quotations from old Caius, (whom I

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have read, and could quote too, if I the tragedies. For it is plain,
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for I think them dear Christopher

, that the tragedies ) not destitute of fun, and quite well meant were not the doleful farces of enough for a lexicographer; and my Knightsbridge, &c. but the actual tranquillity is perhaps the more un- dramas of these droll gentlemen

, ruffled, in consequence of my percei- commemorated by your ving that his hits, being all directed correspondent, Såppho, at Blomfield, do me no hurt. * With who, in old Drury, or in Corent regard to my quotation from Persius, Garden,” ma with which he waxes wroth, all I can last season. They were lovely in their say is, that I am sorry to see he la- lives, but alas ! they are clean gone, bours under some unaccountable de lusion, as to the common arrangement

The stroke of death did end their time,

And cut them off just in their prime, of a sentence; but I freely give up the false quantity in the line from Lucan. as the tombstone poet has it—and more I can only allege in my defence, that morial of them remains none, not bas it was the will of Messieurs the print- any body arisen to supply their place

, ers, to give düs for deis an accident no one in fact, as yet, has put in his which will happen in spite of us, in claim for the vacant situation of tragen the best regulated families; and I wish dyman, which certainly has diminished B. joy of his sharp,

press-correcting the quantity of “sportive matter” in eye. It is no mean qualification in a this foggy city. verbal critic.

As I have a P.S. as long as my letter I did certainly see the notice to to write, I shall conclude by assuring which he refers me, but was afraid Mr B., that when I again go through he was forgetting his promise, and Thetford, I shall call on him as he de thought a refresher to his memory sires it, hoping that he will allow me would be no harm. I am glad he ap- thicker potations than Spa-waterrei pears after Christmas ; till which time which, or indeed any other kind of I must look a-head for other jaw-re- water, I do not profess myself laxing matter. For, with deference teur. Texpect more magnanimousfluid. to his gravity, I see nothing undigni- Thetford, I imagine, fied in indulging in that inextinguisha of that famous én röv xçıdãy qopa devorining able laugh, which was not deemed και πολυ της περί τον οίνον ένωδίας και κα λούσε ζιunworthy of the tenants of Olympus, Box

, t of which I take Mr Barker from his and, as Mr B. knows, is held, by the honest beer-barrel metaphors to be a highest authority, to be one of the patron, and which is, at all events, beto most distinctive propria of our species. ter than gripe-giving mineral water

. There is something, I know not what, If I should see his MŠ. before he come that strikes me as irresistibly comie mits it to the press (a thing not very about Alderman Wood, and that wa- probable

just now,) I shall give him ter-bladder, the shoy-hoy Waithman, in return for his advice to me, a cola este as Cobbet politely calls him, and the ple of admonitions.--Ist. Not to teazening much injured knight of Maria The himself by answering jokes on resa, which, (and not any intention of or such mere trifles. He has a right connecting their politics with those of to use that or any other intelligible Barker, who is a loyal and honest abbreviation he pleases. If he think Tory,) made me pitch on these three fit to shorten his own name to Me famous political W's. as prime butts Bark. or even to Mr Ba.

, I know of no for laughing at; nor is that general act of parliament against it; but at impression on my mind diminished xiously justifying such things

, by our friend Thes, comparing me quoting learned authorities, and wimost Plutarchically with Waithman, ting whole pages about them, is ridienand panegyrizing the learning of that lous to the last degree. And

, adir

, erudite star of Cockaigne. But he Not to snarl so wickedly at Dr Blom: certainly is too clever in his hit upon field, for every one

sees the reason. We

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, that should have included sum, as in the original. It would have been neat language i had.'16 What is a I am a laugher to doWhatever may be the fashion of Thetford, I assure Barker, that such is not our mode in London.

+ Diod. Sic.

never heard from Barker or Burges a ly panegyrized Mr Cæcilius Metellus, word of the Doctor's plagiarisms or for his ingenuity in authenticating other misdemeanours, until he had your first Horæ Scandicæ, by parallel roughly handled Thes, in the Quarter- passages out of Euripides, Milton, Job, ly Review. Hinc illæ lacrymæ. I have and Saint Paul, adding, what was pernot looked into Burges's Supplices yet, fectly true, that he was nevertheless a but I must candidly confess, I do not very respectable scholar, and possessed hink much of the article in the Clas- of some fun. The thing was very fairical Journal, to which he refers me ly and good-humouredly taken in the o laugh at. The most laughable mat- Classical Journal, where I was descrier about them is, Burges's having the bed as one of “ the minor YEN@TOTTOLO, ace to introduce with a strong pane- in that Miscellany of Momus, Blackyric, the following puff direct on him- wood's Magazine." So far from wishelf by Dobree. “Neque silentio præ- ing to disparage the Journal, I am a ereundus Georgius Burges, vetus et regular reader of it, and find always robatus amicus, qui multa e codici- much to interest me in its pages. Sir us excerpsit, et alia docte, ut solet, et W. Drummond's Essays are learned tiliter admonuit.”- c. I. No. 42, p. and ingenious. What Professor Dun71.] And a little higher up he calls bar writes, is always worth reading, imself “the Editor's (Dobree, editor in spite of the adverse criticism of your f the Porsoni Aristophanica) learned friend Hogg in the Tent. The Miscelriend, George Burges,” which is droll lanea Classica, and Adversaria Literanough beyond doubt.

ria, are generally amusing ; and there - Let me, however, borrow a joke are many correspondents who write com G. B. as it is a good advice to E. well on their several subjects. They I. B.

had, for example, a good series of ar

ticles in the late Numbers, on the Lanκιδναμένης [κάρτ'] εν στήθεσσιν οργής

guage and Literature of Cornwall. Be«Δεϊ εφυλάχθαι γλώσσαν ΜΑΨ-ΥΛΑΚΤΑΝ.

sides, it is pleasant to have a place of Ir Barker, drive anger away from your refuge for the exercises of our Unibreast,

versities, which are sometimes--not ind let your unfortunate tongue be at rest. often to be sure-worth reading for

Angry quarrels between scholars do their own merits, but always deserve good. How would Mr Barker like attention, as affording indices of the be retorted on by Mr Bloomfield in progress of classical learning among le words of rare Ben ? " What hath us. Of course the Journal has its Ba? done more than a base cur ? Bark- laamitish contributors, ex. gr. Taylor 1 and made a noise ; had a fool or the Platonist, and Bellamy the antito to spit in his mouth; but they are. Hebraist, who is a tremendous bore. ther enemies of my fame, than me, How any body can give book-room to ose Barkers !

Taylor, I cannot conceives but neverWishing him nevertheless every suc- theless you find him in almost every ss in the great work on which he is number, talking incredible nonsense. I sployed, I remain, dear Christo- take a random example. One of the ler, yours sincerely,

numbers, containing Burges's assault A CONSTANT READER. on C. J. B. is before me, and in it we London, Dec. 2.

have from Taylor the following dis

COVERY OF A VERSE OF HOMER. “The P. S.-I wish to say a few words following verse is ascribed by Proclus - out the Classical Journal. B. says I on the Timæus of Plato (p. 334.) to is actuated by a peculiar motive, to Homer, but is not to be found in any ur out the vials of my wrath on of the writings of that poet, which are at periodical. Not I indeed. I on

The line is,

now extant.

* You see how merciful I am, in not translating uaf rantav literally vain Barker, in not adopting the appellation conferred on him by ; * Poragtios, and paraphrasing ise lines of Sappho by the similar passage in Midas :

“ Pray, Goody, please to moderate the rancour of your tongue.” { recommend this parallelism to my friend Cæcilius.

Vol. X.

* Words marked * are not to be found in Thes,

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