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say, adored me. In my presence he was, Welcome in Highland dale ! as it were struck with awe, and ready to Welcome op Lowland vale ! fall at my feet. I acted wrong in having Chieftain of Albyn, hail ! separated him from me, as without me he was
God save the King ! nothing. With me, he was my right arra. Welcome in peace to us! Order Murat to attack and destroy four or five thousand men in such a direction, it Long may old Scotland thus was done in a moment; but leave him to
Welcome her King himself he was an imbecile without
judge Ne'er should one Scotsman fy !
Yet should e'er war be nigh, ment. I cannot conceive how so brave a man could be so lache. He was no where up with the battle cry, brave unless before the enemy. There he
God save the King! was probably the bravest man in the world. Hail, hail, on Scotia's strand !
His boiling courage carried him into the Hail, hail, thro' Scotia's land, · midst of the enemy, glittering with gold.
Hail to our King ! How he escaped is a miracle, being as he Hark, hark, her children sing, was, always a distinguished mark, and fired Hark, hark, her mountains ring,at by every body. Even the Cossacs ad- Long live our noble King ! mired him on account of his extraordinary
God save the King ! bravery. Every day Murat was engaged in single combat with some of them, and
Buchanan Street. never returned without his sabre dropping with the blood of those whom he had slain.
NOTICES He was in fact a Don Quixote in the field; but take him into the cabinet, he was
TO CORAESFONDENTS. poltroon without judgement or decision. The Camera Obscura will appear in our Murat and Ney were the bravest men I next. ever witnessed. Murat, however, was a
We feel obliged for the good opinion much nobler character than Ney. Murat was generous and open ; Ney partook of expressed by our Dalry Correspondent,
and are sorry we cannot insert his comthe canaille.
Secundus will be gratified as soon as it Poetry.
is in our power.
Perambulatory Literature is necessarily SONG OF WELCOME. deferred till our next.
God save great George our King !
God save the King !
God save the King !
Hail to our King !
God save the King !
Welcome, our King!
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the bitter cup of sorrow and could
drink no more. SHIPWRECK.
But in shipwrecks infinitely greater Of all the misfortunes which occur is the distress to the bereaved friends. 'in life, none are só frequent and so There is no time for the slow approach distressing to the natives of a maritime of grief. In an instant the heart is askingdom as losses at sea. Death by sailed by the calamitous news. Per
the ordinary course of nature we can haps an hour before all was joy and endure. They come on, as it were, lightness of spirit. The world went with warning, and step by step the gaily before uswe joined in its sufferer is carried to his last repose. amusements and were happy. We He is not hurried off amid the con- have a husband, or a father, or a broflict of contending elements--nor his ther at sea, but what of that they ear stunned with the horrid voice of have braved many dangers and will agony and despair. He is not flung brave this. The vessel they sail in like a vile weed into the great abyss, is stout, the pilot is experienced, the to perish unknelled, uncoffined, and seamen are active. Even their very unknown. He lies on the bed of absence gives rise to pleasurable sensga
death, and is taught to view his ap- tions we feel a happy kind of anxiety proach with composure. Friends weep for their arrival ; and in the buoganey around him and solace his sufferings of fancy we anticipate the welcome and with the voice of comfort. The hand love they are to receive when we meet of affection holds forth every earthly them again. But dreadful must the relief, and closes the eye when it can transition be when the thessenger of : no longer look on worldly things. woe announces, that they are no more
The grief of friends is great, but it is that the sea holds in its bosom all supportable. It is not the impetuous that was dear and beloved. Perhaps burst of passion which in a moment we were happy and smiling--perhaps overwhelms the heart. It is more were talking of our friend and mild_more tempered—more gradual. wondering what can stay his coming, It was wound up to the highest pitch Nothing of misfortune clouded over longefore the beloved object had our conjectures., low our imaginations
he was still alive and we were happy. som heave with agony no more? Nor But the countenance of the messenger is the first throe of anguish the only dispels every dream. It wears the affliction to be endured. leaden aspect of death and we shudder thought embitters calamity--every as if a spectre stood before us. We glance gives a retrospective view of would be cheerful before him but we new horrors. We could not say
that are unable—and feel a load at our the sufferer died in his bed surrounded hearts yet we cannot tell why. Why is by affectionate relations. Wecould not he afraid to deliver his message? He say that the word of consolation was was always wont to bring us good tid i poured into his dying ear, and that ings, and when he met us a smile the last glance of his languid eye was adorned his lips. But now he is on those he loved. We could not troubled. He sits down and rises up, say that he was carried with sorrow and - sighs heavily, and looks on us and with tears to his reșt, and that with sorrow. He has something to those who saw him laid there were his say, but he will not speak it out.- father and brethren. If ever we an*His appearance is talismanic
, and gered him we could not ask his forthrows over us a cloud of uncertainty giveness. If ever we did him injury whose dim and doleful mistiness we we could not repair it on his dying cannot penetrate. At last the awful, couch. If he cast his sad eye on any the overwhelming presentiment rushes side, nothing was visible but the boundupon us. Trembling, pale, and un- less foaming abyss of waters which speakably anxious we let the unwilling tossed the vessel as their plaything question escape our lips. A strug- There was no timeno place for megling tear a stifled sigh-an omin- ditation here. None cared for him— ous shake of the head are our only none thoughtof him. Novoice of prayanswers but they are enough. The er or repentance was sent up to heaven. cup of sorrow is full affliction has The only sound that argued of mortality done its worst. The gaiety, the splen- was the profaneness which the maddor, the prospects of our former ex- dened crew sent forth as in derision istence are in an instant eclipsed and of the elements. Stunned, deafened, forgotten. They fly away like the confused, and shocked, what were his meteor bubble of midnight, and burst feelings? Did he think of those he
in silence and in darkness. No effort left behind him ? Did the tear start to be composed or resigned, while the to his eye at this moment of calamity?
dreadful struggle continues, can be Did he think of wife, or child, or brobsuccessful. -Neither harp nor psaltery, ther, or father? He thought of all -nor song, nor cunning tale of consola- these, and they were so many arrows etion can relieve the sufferer. There to bis soul. But his cruel destiny he *Tas no charmer to charm away his agony could not alter. Its thread was wound
no balm to heal his wounds of af- up and he must perish. The spirit fiction. The tide of nature must have that looks over him is the demon of * vent in anguish and in tears. Philoso- the storm. Instead of being soothed
phy cannot check its current nor make with the music of grief and sighs, he
it glide more smoothly. Religion may expires amid the din of rushing ele· make the sufferer more resigned, but ments and the convulsions of nature. . 35can ever religion root out the worm of Such are the thoughts of the survivors, dragony that preys upon the heart, and and such must have been the desolabid the teas cease to low, and the bo- tion of spirit which pervaded the wild island of Iona when so many of its in- perished but was known in the classic habitants perished in the Frith of Clyde. isle. Not a house but had often This melancholy and deplorable acci- held them within its walls--not an dent was occasioned by the Hercules, humble board at which they had steam-boat running against a wherry at one time or other sat. Nay there containing forty-six men and women, is scarcely a single family but could of these only three escaped. The claim some one as a relation. They darkness of the night, the suddenness were known every where, and have of the accident, and the time which left behind them those who will long elapsed ere the steam-boat could be preserve their memory from being forstopped, rendered it impracticable to gotten. In Iona there is no new obsave a greater number. With the ject to drive away the dismal recollecabove small exception all perished.- tion. What scenes existed yesterday If any thing could add to the great are to-day and shall be to-morrow. ness of the misfortune, many of the There is no variety--none of that light sufferers were related to cach other, ever-changing scenery which drives and these whole families are thus be away melancholy. The mind must reaved of several of their members.— recoil as it were upon itself
, and look Sisters and brothers—wives and hus- to its own resources for consolation. bands clung to each other in agony Is the wretched survivor bid to wander till the waters closed over them for about his island and enjoy nature ?-ever. The cries of the perishing vic. If he goes forth, what objects meet his tims surpassed all description—they eyes but the cottages of those whom were heart-rending in the highest de- he knew rising here and there like so gree, and were even heard on the many tombs around him. To him shore though
a considerable distance they are indeed tombs, for their owaway.
All felt for the sufferers and ners are no more, and they are the compassionated their misfortune. No only standing memorials that they ever one who heard it but could have wept existed. Perhaps his fancy in the for the poor inhabitants of lona. But hour of midnight may, people the to us who live together in multitudes neighbourhood of these cottages with where the face of one man is scarcely the
spirits of the departed. Perhaps known from another—where even our he may see them glancing on the names have never been heard beyond mountain's brink or rising up from the our thresholdsfaint must the impres- sanctified cemetries of Scotch, Irish, sion of sorrow be in comparison with and Norwegian Kings. Tine will those who inhabited the same isle, and undoubtedly deaden the memory of to whom every one was aš a sister and this calamity--but it can only deaden. a brother-our thoughts here may It never can efface it. In a crowded wander into a thousand channels.— city or in a populous country side it We may cast them from us at plea- would soon fade away But in Iona sure and enter into new associations. it shall be spoken of in ages to come, Every day-every hour brings us fresh and every repetition of the story shall faces and fresh énjoyments. Unless be so many coronachs or dirges to the the grief be great indeed, we may guile dead.* ît away and deaden its force by a-succession of novelty and enjoyment.- land of Tona was the retreat of learning i
Every body knows that the little is But får different is the heart in such the distrial era which succeeded the fall of place as lona. Not a person who l 'the Róthan Empire. There atémany tombs
tian horses ; but it is every way unPARIS.
worthy the majestic objects by which it In approaching Paris we saw no- is surrounded. Here as elswhere, our thing that deserved the name of a villa ; eyes were offended with the sombre
We stepped at once, as it were, out effect produced by the closed shutters of the silent lonely fields into a noisy or blinds of the building; but they and bustling capital ; and if the aspect were not much recreated by the few of Calais, and of the provinces through that were left open, for the coarse which we had hitherto passed, appear quality and dirty colour of the glass, ed to have carried us back two or three as well as the clumsy construction of centuries, we seemed, upon our en the frames, seemed totally inconsistant trance into Paris, to have jumped with English notions of a palace. For forward at least as much. The rat- the present we had not leisure to feast tling wheels of equipages, cabriolets, our eyes with the treasures of art deand huckney-coaches the cries of posited in the halls and saloons of the numerous hawkers and pedlars, the Louvre, but passed through the spadenser population--the rows of shops cious but antiquated Thuileries, on the with their handsome signs and fantas- centre of whose lofty roof the white tical decorations, soon convinced us flag was flouting the sky, into the front that we were traversing a great and gardens, with their numerous marble busy city; and as we passed under the statues, formal parterres of flowers, cirnoble gate of St. Denis, to the spa- cular fountains and stone basons for cious Boulevards, flanked with double gold and silver fish and swans, clipped rows. af trees, and crossed the Place
avenues, rectilinear plantations of chesVendome with its bronze column to nut and lime, and regularly distributed our hotel in the Rue St. Honore, boxes of orange, pomegranate olebeholding on every side lofty edifices ander, and rose laurel trees, all trained of fine design, and stately streets of by tonsure into a circular form. This stone, we felt as instant a conviction I found less offensive to the
than that it was a gay'and magnificent capi- I had anticipated, and though I would teil. A walk in the morning after our never defend verdant sculpture, and arrival delighted us with the variety of the introduction of peacocks, pyramids, grandeur which was accessible within and griffins of evergreen, yet I cannot the immediate vicinity of our hotel. help thinking, that, with certain limiAs a piece of modern architecture, the tations, the French style may be very Louvre is justly rated high, and the appropriate in the immediate precincts facade which looks up the river, with of such a palace as this. Statues and its open gallery and beautiful colonnade, architectural decorations evince that is truly admirable, though it has been we are still within the verge of the objected that the almost Doric plain- court :-it would be too sudden a ness of the lower, hardly accords with transition to emerge all at once from the rich Corinthian of the upper, the most elaborate triumphs of art to part. In the Place Carousel stands the blackness of unassisted Nature the arch built by Napoleon, formerly The hand of man should still be rendersurmounted by the celebrated Vene- ed perceptible, until, as we recede from
the scene of its exertion, we relapse containing the ashes of the Kings of Scotland, Ireland and Norway, and the Lords gradually into the unadorned scenery of the Isles; also the ruins of a nunnery, of the country. As far as was prace monastery, cathedral, &c.
ticable, this has been realized at the