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close it myself. He came with his death-bed,' said Willian Warpentree, packs and his pillons filled with rich resuming his seat at his supper-table, satins and fine twined linen; and silver and casting a look of sorrow on the in his pouch, and gold in his purse. diminished haggis — but I never was I was poor, and my mind was prone at the marrow of this ;-and now for to evil.' Here he clenched his teeth, the collops scored.' wrung his hands fiercely for a moment, his colour changer, his lips quivered, and he said, in a low and determined THEATRICAL NOTICES. tone, • I see him, there he sits ; there It is a common cant to decry Glas. he sits; a thousand and a thousand gow for want of taste, because, with times have I seen him seated and its immense wealth and population, it watching, and he will have me soon : will not, or cannot support a body of Ah, it's he-it's he! My dog Tippler regular players. This species of cant is sees him too, and the creature shivers however more specious than solid; and with fear, for he lapt his blood as it not the less so, that it has been echoed streamed o'er my wife's knuckles upon and re-echoed five hundred times since
The dying man paused our large theatre was built. If managers again, and he said, Wife, woman, imagine, that a company of brokenfiend, why come ye not when I call ? winded hacks, who are fitter to rant Wipe my brow, woman, and clear my before clowns in a barn than do any een, and let me look on something thing else, can satisfy the inhabitthat seems as a black shadow seated ants of an intelligent city, they will beside me :' and passing his own hand find themselves mistaken ; and if thic over his eyes, he looked steadfastly said managers meet with disappointon the elder, and uttering a cry of ment in bringing these hacks before fear, fell back in his chair, and lay, the public, who are to blame ?. It with his palms spread over his face, says a great deal for the good sense muttering, I thought it was some of the Glasgow people, that they disthing from the other world ; and it's countenance such balderdash. It ten times worse ; an elder of the kirk! proves that they possess a taste ofteụ an elder of the kirk! He's come to denied them, and, more than any 'hearken to my disordered words; tolis- thing else, shows that their purses are
ten to my ravings, and bear witness open to merit, and merit alone. If against me. 0, farewell to the fair, they did encourage such exhibitions, and the honest, and the spotless name they might be fairly charged, not with that my
father gave me. The name wanting taste, but with possessing a of my forebears will be put in a prayer, taste vitiated and absurd in the highest made a proverb in a sermon, and hal- degree. We do not say, looed in a psalm ; the auld wives as petual company would meet with conthey go to the kirk will shake their stant encouragement, but send good Bibles at the naked walls, and the actors now and then, and they will be haunted house, and say, Blood has encouraged. There is no instance been avenged.' The shudder of death whatever to the contrary, Kean,
him ; he tried to start from O'Neil, Matthews, Braham, Mackay, his seat ; he held out his hands like Catalani, and a host of other eminent one repulsing the approach of an ene- hands, are living evidences of the limy, and uttering a loud groan ex- berality of the Glasgow public, to depired. • I have been at many a serving performers. The Musical
that a per
Festival, a monument of folly on the letti themselves, could not draw forth, one hand, and profusion on the other, with all their matchless skill, more deshows to what lengths it will go.licate tones, than proceeded from Miss Even Mr. Kean, with the band of Stephens. She may be said to hold miserable clodpates who lately attended a middle rank between Madame Cahim, drew full houses. We are led talani and Mrs. Salmon. She has to these remarks, from observing the not the boundless compass, and rendreception which Miss Stephens met ing tones of the wonderful Italianwith in her six nights of performance. nor the thrilling power which fills, with Messrs. Mackay and Calcraft
, we will a volume of sound, the most capacious venture to say, have reaped no bad apartments nor that faculty which harvest in bringing forward this lady. arrests the heart in astonishment, and And they deserve all their success, for stamps its possessor as the Queen of on their part nothing was omitted that Singers. Neither has she the soft, could give satisfaction. The band melting, Aute-like tones of Mrs. Salwas excellent, su were two or three of mon, which fall upon the ravished ear the performers, and the rest were very in a soft delicious enchantment. Miss respectable. Mr. Mackay, in his fa- Stephens has none of these in such yourite Bailie, and Mr. Calcraft, in his perfection as the above-mentioned lamatchless personation of the poor dies—but she inherits a portion of Frenchman, were both first rate per- their respective qualities, which are formances, and quite enough to draw blendid together so barmoniously as good houses. ! Of Miss Stephens, it to produce a singer_not greater, but is impossible to speak too highly - to British ears more delightful than She is certainly an admirable singer.- either. We say to.“ British ears,' for Nothing can possibly surpass the pu- of the two other singers, Catalani did rity, clearness, and precision of her not delight-she merely amazed our style. Her voice possesses a richness, public. Let the British, but more combined with a silvery tone, and me- especially the Scotch, talk as they will lody which can scarcely be equalled. of the pleasure they experienced. Let Compared with Mrs. Salmon, she them tell how their hearts thrilled at may be said to stand in the same re- her ear-piercing noteshow they were lation as a violin to a flute. Not that rapt in delight at the boundless comshe is a finer singer than the latter, pass of her vocal powers and how but that her voice possesses greater they felt her songs in all their beauty. compass, flexibility, variety, and ease. We tell them plainly that they felt In Mrs. Salmon there is a softness no delight—that the almost magical and melting melody, which resemble combination of melody went to their the finest tones of the flute. In Miss ears, and went no farther—that there Stephens, the notes bear such a re- was nothing in her style—no feeling semblance to the violin, that it was with which they could possibly symsometimes impossible to distinguish pathise, and that, if they felt any emoher voice from the fiddles which ac- tion, it was one of wonder, and woncompanied it. This was the triunph der alone. What sympathy can á of the human voice, and proved that Scot be supposed to feel, in hearing it may possess a richness and sweet- songs of whose meaning and language ness not inferior to the cadence of he was totally ignorant: or what rethat divine instrument. We will ven- semblance is traceable between the ture to say that Yanicwicz or Spagniol- complexity of her songs, and the al
most proverbial simplicity of the Scot- and best sustained characters, is almost tish music? None! Every one who kept out of view. Mr. Lee, we sushears Catalani, must feel deep aston-\pect, is a better singer than actor.ishment at her powers ; but none He sung many songs finely, especially except Italians, or those whose natu- Dunois the brave ;' but his voice is ral taste has been vitiated with intri- not strong enough for our theatre. cate melody, can possibly feel anything Mr. Weekes sung soine Irish airs like delight. Connoisseurs, or pro- with great spirit. The effect was fessed judges, may be allowed to feel much heightened by the grotesque pleasure, but plain, ordinary Scottish Hibernian figure of this gentleman.ears, must be contented with simple He is an excellent singer, 'but has admiration. But the feeling, with not enough of the brogue for Irish regard to Miss Stephens, is different. songs. She sings beautifully, simply, affect- Of Mr. Caleraft we need
no. ingly-and finds an echo in every heart. thing. The performances of this ex· The solder tir'd' and Charlie is my cellent actor speak for themselves. darling,' are two of her finest perform- Mr. Mackay performed various cha
The latter, in particular, she racters with his usual excellence, but sung with exceeding sweetness and his personation of Dominie Sampson pathos. The song Nid nid noddin,' is not equally fine with his Bailie Jarwas likewise sung. . It is a pity that vie and Laird of Dumbiedykes. this fine air should be coupled with do this character well, indeed, the actor such stupid words. What would must liave the long, lank figure of the hinder the Ettrick Shepherd, or Allan worthy Dominie, and his lanthorn Cunningham, to suit it with proper jaws, or one half of the effect is lost, poetry?
It was certainly out of all place to make Mr. Leoni Lee appeared in different him sing a song. This might do very characters. Among others, in Harry well with the Bailie; but with Dominic Bertram, but he did the character no Sampson it was most mal apropos.-, great credit. In truth, it is not very However, various parts of the character susceptible of effect, either in the no- were done with abundance of truth; vel or drama especially in the latter. and if Mr. Mackay is here inferior to By-the-bye this novel is not well dra- himself, in some other characters he is matised. In some places it differs at least above any other who has yet entirely from the original. Dirk appeared upon our boards. Hatteraick, one of the most prominent
To make a Summer in lands distant far;
To pour on them his bright enlivening ray, All hail! thou gloomy ruler of the storm ; While we endure the eleinent's fell war, Thou boary terminator of the year:
And all the borrid train that follow Winter's car. Thou coin'st, the face of nature to deform; Soon shall we thy loud tempest's roaring hear,
No more with leaves is clad the stately oak; Which strike the breasts of mariners with fear, The woods are strip'd of their rich verdure quite; And often hurl them to a watery tomb;
Bare, stern, and rugged, they sustain the shock While theirfond friends on shore shed many a tear
Of the rude elements in all their might; As sad they eye the fast increasing gloom,
And now on every hand, far as the sight And watch each changing form the tempest does Can travel o'er the surface of the earth, assume.
Each object is clad o'er with snowy white;
Till a new season shall again have birth,
And Spring return again to renovate the earth.
Paisley. For he, to southern climes has ta'en his way
I heard the oozy margin washed
I saw the spangled trout uprise ;
to cheer the
With glistening eye, I bid adieu-
I'm severed from my love and you ! D. D.
While I in sorrow o'er thee wecp!
Hush, my baby, &c.
Hush, my baby, &c.
And try thy mother to restore,
Hush, my baby, &c.
Hush, my baby, &c.
Hush, my baby, &c
LINES ON A YOUNG WOMAN
and P, in consequence of having
But where's thy honour-where thy plighted love. "And where the boon thou usd, thy truth to prove, . And where the wreath that was to bind my hex And where the ring, and where the nuptial bed? Fled like thyself; but not till thou hast torn
My honour, virtue-but my dear first born.
My own right hand hath done the cruel deed. ' Howl, Boreas howl!-ye waves impetuous soar' Beat louder! beat upon the sea-girt store • Flash, forked light'nings!-thunder, nearer roll! Your dreadful language suits my sable soul Titlock your store-house, care me if you can: I dread no ruffian but the ruffian man. Ope, ope ye waves! O hide me from his sight: • Prepare your deepest shades, eternal night, Horne, home!'she cried, then with a frantic leap She headlong plung'd into the foaming deep i The deep exultingly receiv'd the load: Her body sink ;--the rest is known to God.
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suitable care, he spread over his ScotLANGUAGE AND POETRY OF tish poems, a purity of thought and SCOTLAND.
expression, and a classic eloquence, Concluded.
almost unknown to his predecessors. The writings of Burns alone would Macneil had a soft imagination, and have given life and stability to the a feeling heart. He delighted to conlanguage for a century to come. But template nature in a state of repose ; he was not left unsupported in his and the bowers of Roslin, and the brilliant attempt. No sooner had banks of Loch Lomond, infused into his spirit set in death than, like the his mind that . richness of imagery, fabled Phænix of old, a legion of and that pastoral beauty, which breathe rhymers sprung up from his ashes in all his productions. Had he lived But few of these children possessed a under happier auspices, and had the ray of that splendour which shone years of his youth and strength been around their adopted parent. As unblighted by calamity, he would have soon as their works appeared, they shone, not merely as an elegant, but subsided into forgetfulness, while those even as a great poet. But, till his of their great original towered more fiftieth year, he was tossed from clime beautifully and more majestically than to clime-oppressed with ill health ever. It would be an endless attempt, and misfortune, and the current of his even to name the best of poets who now imagination balefully interrupted by gave their productions to the public. hardships and grief
. Under these The press groaned with rhyme- for discouraging circumstances, he wrote, poetry it could not be called—and the . Will and Jean. Of this admirable heads of hundreds of the lower classes poem it is necdless to speak. The were turned with the vain idea of public voice has long sanctioned it as emulating the fame of Burns. But one of the fairest gems of Scottish under this cloud of dullness, a few poetry. Its simplicity, purity, and choice spirits bursť forth to illumine moral aim, fit it for every eye, while, the way, and shed a new lustre on the pathos, descriptiveness, and imatheir country. Of these, Hector Mac- gery with which it abounds, render it neil, Esq. is among the first. Born no less a work of admiration than of in the better ranks of life-accustomed love. The plan of this poem is taken to polished society, and educated with from Watty and Meg; but in this,