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readers. Here is a passage which Lock- far from bad, yet wants spirit. He talks of hart omitted. It was written at Abbots. pablishing his recollections in the Peninsula. ford on the 18th of September, 1827 :

which must be interesting, for he has, I think,

sense and reflection. Walked from Huntly Burn, having gone in the carriage. Smoked my cigar with Lock.

Richard Thomson, who wrote “ Chron. hart after dinner, and then whiled away the icles of London Bridge,” was the author evening over one of Miss Austen's novels. of the following one which attracted Sir There is a truth of painting in her writings Walter's notice :which always delights me. They do not, it is true, get above the middle classes of society, chime of bells which I have had some hand in

Read “ Tales of an Antiquary,” one of the but there she is inimitable.

setting a-ringing. He is really entitled to the His remarks on “ Elizabeth de Bruce name of an antiquary; but he has too much display a laudable absence of jealousy, description in proportion to the action. There and, curiously enough, his notice of the is a capital wardrobe of properties, but the book will prevent its very name passing performers do not act up to their character. into oblivion :

By way of contrast to these acute comRead “Elizabeth de Bruce; " it is very ments on the little-known works of littleclever, but does not show much originality. known men, I shall give his equally sagaThe characters, though very entertaining, are cious remarks upon the pet work of a in the manner of other authors, and the fin- man whose name is familiar, and whose ished and filled-up portraits of which the works are to be found in all libraries. On sketches are to be found elsewhere. One is the ist of March, 1827, Sir Walter wrote: too apt to feel on such occasions the pettish resentment which you might entertain against By the by, it is the anniversary of Bosworth one who had poached on your manor. But Field. In former daysRichard the Third” the case is quite different, and a claim set up was always acted at London on this day; now on having been the first who betook himself the custom, I fancy, is disused. Walpole's to the illustration of some particular class of “ Historic Doubts” threw a mist on this characters, or department of life, is no more reign. It is very odd to see how his mind a right of monopoly than that asserted by the dwells upon it at first as the mere sport of old buccaneers by setting up a wooden cross, his imagination, till at length they become and killing an Indian or two on some new such Delilahs of his imagination that he discovered island. If they can make any- deems it far worse than infidelity to doubt thing of their first discovery, the better luck his Doubts. After all, the popular tradition their's; if not, let others come, penetrate fur- is so very strong and pointed concerning the ther into the country, write descriptions, make character of Richard, that it is, I think, in drawings or settlements at their pleasure. vain to doubt the general truth of the outline. R. Plumer Ward, a man well known drama in the tone that was to suit the popu.

Shakespeare, we may be sure, wrote his in his day, and who held several offices, lar belief, although where they did Richard among others that of under secretary for wrong, his powerful scene was sure to aug. foreign affairs, produced some serious and ment the impression. There was an action light books wbich had many readers, and and a reaction. were higbly praised. One of his novels is called "De Vere," and of it Sir Walter

I may add to the remarks inade by Sir

writers of his own country wrote:

those which he made upon a notable Tried to read “De Vere," a sensible but American novelist, which he wrote on the heavy book, written by an able hand - but a 14th of January, 1828: great bore for all that. [Two months later he journeyed from Abbotsford to Edinburgh] I read Cooper's new novel “The Red slept part of the way and read “De Vere's Rover;" the current of it rolls entirely upon the rest. It is well written in point of lan- the ocean. Something there is too much of guage and sentiment, but has too little action nautical language; in fact, it overpowers in it to be termed a pleasing novel. Every- everything else. But, so people once take an thing is brought out by dialogue - or worse : interest in a description, they will swallow a through the medium of the author's reflec- great deal which they do not understand. tions, which is the clumsiest of all expedients. The sweet word “Mesopotamia” has its The following writer is embalmed in charms in other compositions as well as in

He has much genius, a powerful Sir Walter's journal :

conception of character and force of execuBreakfasted with one Mr. Franks, a young tion. The same ideas, I see, recur upon him Irishman from Dublin, who brought letters that haunt other folks so. The graceful form from Walter [his son) and Captain Longmore of the spars, and the tracery of the ropes and of the Royal Staff. He has written a book cordage against the sky, is too often dwelt of poetry, “ Tales of Chivalry and Romance,” | upon.

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There were few noteworthy men of his I believe I was cross yesterday. I am at day whom Sir Walter did not meet. Ed. any rate very ill to-day with a rheumatic ward Irving was one whom he saw more headache, and a still more vile hypochronthan once. The impression made upon

driacal affection which fills my head with pain, him by the eccentric divine was unfavor- my heart with sadness, and my eyes with able, and he recorded how on one occasion which visited men less educated and less firm

I do not wonder at the awful feelings be went out of his way to escape encoun- than I may call myself. It is a most hang. tering him. This was after dining at a dog sort of feeling, but it may be chased away party where Irving was present, and Sir by study or by exercise. The last I have Walter had entered in his journal : always found most successful, but the first is

most convenient. I wrought, therefore, and I could hardly keep my eyes off him while endured all this afternoon. I am now we were at the table. He put me in mind of in such a state that I would hardly be surthe devil disguised as an angel of light, so ill prised at the worst news which could be did that horrible obliquity of vision harmonize brought to me. And all this without any with the dark tranquil features of his face, rational cause why to-day should be sadder resembling that of our Saviour in Italian pic- than yesterday. ... My aches at the heart tures, with the hair carefully arranged in the terminated in a cruel aching of the head There was much real or rheumatic I suppose.

But Sir Adam and affected simplicity in the manner in which he Clerk came to dinner, and laughed and talked spoke. He rather made play, and spoke the sense of pain and oppression away. We mucb across the table to the Solicitor, and cannot at times work ourselves into a gay seemed to be good-humored. But he spoke humor, any more than we can tickle ourselves with that kind of unction which is nearly into a fit of laughter; foreign agency is neces. allied) to cajolerie. He boasted much of the sary. My huntress of lions again dined with tens of thousands that attended his ministry us. I have subscribed to her album, and at the town of Annan, his native place, till he done what was civil. well-nigh provoked me to say he was a distinguished exception to the rule that a prophet

When Sir Walter visited Paris in the was not esteemed in his own country. But time and place were not fitting.

autumn of 1826, he recorded in his journal

on the 7th of November, that, on the Sir Walter disliked being treated as a return journey, he passed the night at lion, yet be was sometimes compelled to Airaines, where he had “bad lodgings, undergo the ordeal. He probably submit- wet wood, uncomfortable supper, damp ted with a better grace than the entries of beds, and an extravagant charge. I was his journal imply, as politeness to others never colder in my life than when I walked and consideration for them were distin. with the sheets clinging round me like a guishing traits in his character. However, shroud.” This was the origin of much of he indulges in many uncomplimentary ref. the illness which embittered his closing erences to the social hunters of lions, and years. He suffered great pain from rheu. he depicts several, among whom the fol. matic attacks, and what was equally unlowing unnamed lady is one :

bearable was the circumstance that his

sound leg was affected, and he feared that Miss dined with us, a professed lion he would be unable to walk again. Even huntress, who travels the country to rouse the when the attack had passed off he was in peaceful beasts out of their lair, and insists

“ The on being hand-and-glove with all the leonine great discomfort, and he wrote:

She is very plain, besides frightfully feeling of increasing weakness in my lame red-haired, and out-Lydia-ing even my poor leg is a great affliction. I walk now with friend Lydia White. An awful visitation! I pain and difficulty at all times, and it sinks think I see her with javelin raised, and bus- my soul to think how soon I may be alto. kined foot, a second Diana, roaming the hills gether a disabled cripple.” Attacks of of Westmoreland in quest of the lakers. apoplexy endangered his life, and though Would to God she were there or anywhere he survived, yet his speech was affected but here! Affectation is a painful thing to and his mind impaired. He was conscious witness, and this poor woman has the bad of failing health, and wrote in January, taste to think direct flattery is the way to inake her advances to friendship and intimacy. 1831, that it was confirmed he had suffered

from an apoplectic seizure, that he spoke The foregoing entry was made on the ist and read with embarrassment, and that of July, 1828 ; that made on the following even his handwriting seemed to stammer. day is significant as showing the trials He added: “I am not solicitous about this, which Sir Walter had to bear and the only if I were worthy I would pray God spirit in which he bore them. He had for a sudden death, and no interregnum often to repeat what he then said: between I cease to exercise reason and I

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cease to exist.” Before this the refer. | my secret soul long for cigars, though once ences to his handwriting are many, and he so fond of them. About six hours per day is even contemplated taking lessons for its good working, if I can keep it. improvement. He made the following

Five weeks later be wrote that he had entry in June, 1828 :

been ailing for several days, having had Had a note from Ballantyne complaining of “a distinct shock of paralysis affecting my manuscript, and requesting me to read it both my nerves and spine." The begin

I would give £1,000 if I could, but it ning of this attack was witnessed by Mr. would take me longer to read than to write. I w. F. Skene, the son of Scott's old friend, cannot trace my pieds de mouches but with who was then a young man, and who is great labor and trouble; so e'en take your own share of the burden, my old friend, and, pow historiographer royal for Scotland. since I cannot read, be thankful I can write.

Mr. W. F. Skene had gone with his father

on a visit to Abbotsford in April, 1831, In his earlier days Sir Walter wrote a and the following account of what he witclear, business-like hand. The facsimile nessed there is printed by Mr. Douglas: of a page of the manuscript of " Ivanhoe was inserted in Lockhart's “Life ;” it is I had just attained my twenty-first year,

and painfully interesting to compare it with as such a visit at that early age was a great the facsimile of the concluding words in event in my life, I retain a very distinct recolthe journal, being the last which Sir Walter lection of the main features of it. I recollect penned. No untrained reader of manu. that Lord Medowbank and his eldest son script can decipher them.

Alan came at the same time, and the dinnerBefore he consented to leave Scotland party, at which Mr. Sringle of the Haining

and his brother were present. The day after and try whether a visit to the

our arrival Sir Walter asked me to drive with might not lengthen bis days, be was re- him. We went in his open carriage to the duced to a state of extreme debility. He Yarrow, where we got out, and Sir Walter, still persisted in writing, and he was en- leaning on my arm, walked up the side of the gaged upon “ Count Robert of Paris,” river, pouring forth a continuous stream of when he noted, on the 16th of March, anecdotes, traditions, and scraps of ballads. 1831, his daily round:

I was in the seventh heaven of delight, and

thought I had never spent such a day. On Rise at a quarter before seven; at a quarter Sunday Sir Walter did not come down to after nine breakfast, with eggs - - or in the breakfast, but sent a message to say that he singular number, at least; before breakfast had caught cold, and had taken some mediprivate letters, etc.; after breakfast Mr. Laid- cine for it the night before, which had made iaw (who acted 'as amanuensis] comes at ten, niin ill, and would remain in bed. When we and we write together till one. I am greatly sat at either lunch or dinner — I do not recolhelped by this excellent man, who takes pains lect which — Sir Walter walked into the to write a good hand, and supplies the want room, and sat down near the table, but ate of my own fingers as far as another person nothing. He seemed in a dazed state, and

We work seriously at the task of the took no notice of any one; but after a few day till one o'clock, when I sometimes walk minutes' silence, during which his daughter

– not often, however, having failed in Anne, who was at table, and was watching strength, and suffering great pain even from him with some anxiety, motioned to us to take a very short walk. Oftener I take the pony no notice, he began in a quiet voice to tell us for an hour or two, and ride about the doors; a story of a pauper lunatic who, fancying he the exercise is humbling enough, for I re- was a rich man, and was entertaining all sorts quire to be lifted on horseback by two ser- of high persons at the most splendid banquets, vants, and one goes with me to take care I do communicated to his doctor in confidence not fall off and break my bones, a catastrophe that there was one thing that troubled him very like to happen. My proud promenade much, and which he could not account for, d pied or à cheval, as it happens, concludes at and that was that all these exquisite dishes three o'clock. An hour intervenes for mak- seemed to him to taste of oatmeal porridge. ing up my journal and such light work. At Sir Walter told this with much humor, and four comes dinner - a plate of broth or soup, after a few minutes' silence, began again, and much condemned by the doctors, a bit of told the same story over a second time, and plain meat, no liquors stronger than small then again a third time. His daughter was beer, and so I sit quiet to six o'clock, when watching him with increasing anxiety, then Mr. Laidlaw returns, and remains with me motioned to us to rise from table, and pertill nine, or three quarters past, as it happens. suaded her father to return to his bedroom. Then I have a bowl of porridge and milk, Next day the doctor who had been sent for which I eat with the appetite of a child. I told us that he was seriously ill, and advised forgot to say that after dinner I am allowed that his guests should leave at once, so that half a glass of whiskey or gin made into weak the house might be kept quiet, and his daughgrog. I never wish for any more, nor do I in ter devote herself entirely to the care of her

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father. We accordingly left at once, and I The wind continues unaccommodating all dever saw Sir Walter again.

night, and we see nothing, although we prom. Notwithstanding his shattered health, least Tangiers, this morning, though we are

ised ourselves to have seen Gibraltar, or at he persisted in working at “ Count Rob- disappointed of both. Tangiers reminded me ert of Paris," and he was shocked when of an old antiquarian friend, Auriol Hay his printer and publisher told him that the Drummond, who is consul there. Certainly, last volume of it would never do. He if a human voice could have made its haií thought, moreover, that their adverse heard through a league or two of contending opinion would coincide with that of the wind and wave, it must have been Auriol public, and he admitted that it did not Drummond's. I remember him at a dinner differ greatly from his own. He wrote to given by some of his friends when he left please the public, though ; when he fin- Edinburgh, where he discharged a noble part, ished“ Anne of Geierstein,” he expressed life, for dear life,' against the whole boat's

“self-pulling, like Captain Crowe, .for dear an opinion of the public which was the crew," speaking, that is, against thirty memreverse of flattering. He then remarks bers of a drunken company, and maintaining that his arowal of the carelessness he had the predominance. ... I loved him dearly; shown would cause people to say: he had high spirits, a zealous faith, good

This expresses very little respect for the humor, and enthusiasm, and it grieves me public. In fact, I have very little respect for that I must pass within ten miles of him and ihat dear publicum whom I am doomed to leave him unsaluted! for, mercy-a-ged, what amuse, like Goody Trash in “ Bartholomew a yell of gratitude would there be lo I would Fair, with rattles and gingerbread; and I put up with a good rough gale which would should deal very uncandidly with those who force us into Tangiers, and keep us there for may read my confessions were I to say I knew a week; but the wind is only in gentle oppoa public worth caring for, or capable of dis- sition, like a well-drilled spouse. Gibraltar tinguishing the nicer beauties of composition.

we shall see this evening, Tangiers becomes They weigh good and evil qualities by the

out of the question. pound. Get a good name and you may write A better knowledge of Sir Walter is trash. Get a bad one and you may write like gained from bis journal than from LockHomer, without pleasing a single reader.

hart's voluminous “ Life.” He places himIt was hoped that a sea voyage and a self before the reader without disguise, sojouro in Italy might alleviate his symp. and he has no reason to hesitate. He toms, and on the 29th of October, 1831, possessed a finely balanced mind. In the he embarked at Portsmouth on board the height of prosperity and the depth of adBarham, a frigate which, by the king's versity he bore himself with philosophic commands, bad been placed at his dis calm. He had neither envy nor jealousy posal. Malta was the first place at which in his disposition, nothing pleasing him be made a stay; then he proceeded to better than the successes of others. His Naples, and thence by land to Rome. fund of information was enormous, and he From Rome he went to Venice, thence may be said to have known nearly everythrough the Tyrol into Germany, sailed thing except his own merits. He thought down the Rhine to Rotterdam, and from it possible that his works might be read Rotterdam to London, where he arrived by two generations. That he had taken on the 13th of June, 1832. He was then his place among the immortals never envery ill; as soon as he could be moved, he tered his mind, and he was honestly was conveyed to Abbotsford, where, on amused, as well as utterly sceptical, when the 21st of September, his great spirit told that his fame would endure. passed away.

Thackeray considers it a test of a writ. The last words that he ever penned were er's personal attractiveness that a desire written in his journal at Rome in the April should exist to make his acquaintance and before his death. Mr. Douglas has given to live in his company. He said that he a facsimile of them in the preface to the had no wish ever to meet Swift, while he journal, the final and incomplete sentence would delight in the society of Addison running, “ We slept reasonably, but on the and Steele. No one who peruses Sir Walnext morning,

ter's journal can help feeling regret that Many of the later entries in the journal the man canpot be known in the flesh. He betray little trace of Sir Walter's mental appears to have been the cheeriest and and physical debility. The following, most genial of companions, and no one can which was one written at sea, on the 30th have associated with him without longing of November, 1831, is in the style of his to continue doing so. He was the terresbetter days, and it will serve as a speci. trial Providence of the district in which

Abbotsford is situated. The wealthy

men:

courted him and the poor blessed him. Sunday; the glass had sunk to sixty deHe loved to live among his own people, grees, and had not yet recovered itself; and he looked forward to reposing in the moreover, the bishop's yacht had stolen a Abbey where his ancestors moulded into march on us, and it always carries bad dust. It was as becoming in his case as weather. These were all factors against in that of Shakespeare to be buried near us. Still, at 4 P.M. we started, up the the place where their respective homes harbor, a significant fact; as, in smooth lay. A stanza out of the many beautiful weather, boats generally prefer to cross ones which Fitz-Greene Halleck, the the bar and catch the full breeze of the American poet, wrote upon Burns is ocean. At five o'clock, coffee - without equally applicable to the grave of Shake. milk — and excellent bread and butter speare in the church at Stratford and that were served to us. We needed all our of Sir Walter Scott in Dryburgh Ab- wraps as we sat long on deck watching bey:

the brilliant stars. The Great Bear in

these latitudes stands on its tail like a Such graves as theirs are pilgrim shrines, Shrines to no code or creed confined

huge mark of interrogation. Our interest The Delphian vales, the Palestines,

in astronomy was great; in vain the capThe Meccas of the mind.

tain suggested the cabin might be warmer. W. FRASER RAE. Who that has once slept in the cabin of

an island schooner is ever in baste to repeat the experience! Nevertheless, at nine o'clock we withdraw. Over the mis.

eries of night we draw a veil; yet, in jusFrom Chambers' Journal.

tice to the Dart, be it said, her berths are ROUND ABOUT THE BAHAMAS.

large, clean, and as comfortable as can be WHILST London fashionables crowd expected. one gaiety on another through the winter The sea is a good school for early ris. season, dwellers in remote and quiet col. ing. We were on deck betimes; the onies have to make amusement for them- breakfast of fried ham, coffee, and bread selves of equally pleasant if less exciting and butter, was excellent for the happy kind; and the winter is also our “season ones who could eat. In a few hours we in the Bahamas. On pleasure bent, we were off Spanish Wells, a pretty little - that is, three ladies, two children and settlement, where we lay-to, to land the

proposed to ourselves a trip to mails, and where, alas, we also ran aground Harbor Island, one of the nearest and on a sandbank in the white water (that is, prettiest of the “out islands," such being shallow sea). Here we were hailed by a the lofty way in which New Providence New Yorker, who having passed the for. talks of its neighbors, although as a rule, mer winter in Norway, conceived the idea larger and more fertile than itself. But of spending the present one amidst the then Nassau is our metropolis. The sea equally beautiful, if in temperature somewas our highway, a schooner our train. what different, waters of the Babamas. We think no more of stepping on board a He looked - saving only his complexion ship thao do our English sisters of getting – somewhat like one of the aborigines into the Metropolitan Railway. Monday paddling his own canoe, and darting swiftly was mail-day. Once a fortnight in winter, here and there. once a month in suinmer, each of the Being anxious to proceed, the captain larger islands sends a mail schooner to had the anchor put on the ship's boat, and convey their letters to the post-office at conveyed to a neighboring rock, trying by Nassau, announcing their arrival and means of the hawsers to move ourselves marking their distinction by firing a gun. off. The change of tide came to our aid, On Tuesday they disperse again for their and we were once more afloat. So numero various bouros, carrying with them the ous are the cays or islets scattered about English mail, and usually stores of all the Bahamas, that in sailing to Harbor sorts for island use. Our letters secured, Island one scarcely loses sight of land. we boarded the Dart of Harbor Island, a As we passed from Spanish Wells, the clean, trim little vessel of thirty-five tons; large island of Eleuthera was already on the swiftest, steadiest little ship in the our right. We were soon passing Rid. service, manned almost entirely by a white ley's Face, a jutting headland, which as crew of kindly, steady, church-goers. you recede from it, gradually takes the Long may she run !

form of a man's profile; hence its name. The sea was not altogether amiable. It Leaving the white water, we came to a had worked itself up into a sudden gale on rough piece of deep sea ; the wind being

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