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Magazine): Noctes Ambrosianæ (from Black- the wind that revives her, and her face all wood's Magazine), Phila., 1843, 4 vols. 12mo: moistened by the snow-flakes, now not fallnew edition, with Memoirs and Notes by R. ing, but driven,-for the day has undergone Shelton Mackenzie, D.C.L., New York, 1854, a dismal change, and all over the sky are 5 vols. 12mo, 4th edit., 1857, 4 vols. 12mo, now lowering savage symptoms of a fastrevised edit., 1863, 5 vols. sm. 8vo and 4to : coming night-storm. edition by Professor Ferrier, Edin., 1855–56, Bare is poor Flora's head, and sorely 4 vols. cr. 8vo: being vols. i.-iv. of The drenched her hair, that an hour or two ago Works of Professor Wilson, edited by his glittered in the sunshine. ller shivering son-in-law, Professor Ferrier, Edin., 1855–58, frame misses now the warmth of the plaid, 12 vols. cr. Svo; Specimens of British Crit- which almost no cold can penetrate, and ics, Phila., 1846, 12mo (from Blackwood's which had kept the vital current flowing Magazine); Dies Boreales, or, Christopher freely in many a bitter blast. What would under Canvas, Phila., 1850, 12mo (from the miserable boy give now for the coverings Blackwood's Magazine-incomplete). See lying far away, which, in his foolish pas

— “ Christopher North”: A Memoir of John sion, he flung down to chase that fatal deer! Wilson, etc., by his Daughter, Mrs. Gordon, "Oh, Floral if you would not fear to stay Edin., 1862, 2 vols. cr. 8vo, new edit., 1863, here by yourself, under the protection of 2 vols. cr. 8vo, with Preface by R. S. Mac- God, who surely will not forsake you, soon kenzie, D.C.L., New York, 1863, cr. 8vo, will I go and come froin the place where large paper, 100 copies, 4to.

our plaids are lying; and under the shelter “ His poetical powers are very varied, that is,

of the deer we may be able to outlive the he can handle any subject in its own peculiar spirit. hurricane-you wrapped up in them and ... Indeed, throughout all his smaller poems folded, O my dearest sister, in my arms." there is a deep feeling for nature ; an intimate “I will go with you down the glen, Ronald;"' knowledge of the workings of the heart; and a and she left his breast; but weak as a dayliquid fluency of language almost lyrical.”-Al

old lamb, tottered, and sank down on the LAN CUNNINGHAM: Biog. and Crit. Hist. of the Lit.

The cold-intense as if the air was of the Past Fifty Years, 1833.

“As to his poetry, I cannot say that it has ice-had chilled her very heart, after the been underrated,-I only say that it has been

heat of that long race; and it was manifest eclipsed by his splendid prose. But in The Isle that here she must be for the night-to live of Palms and The City of the Plague, to say no- or to die. And the night seemed already thing of his smaller poems, there is much which the world will not willingly let die.' Scott, Southey, the glimmer every moment became gloomier,

come, so full was the lift of snow; while and Wilson are men who, had they never written prose, would have stood higher among Poets than

as if the day were expiring long before its they do.”—R. S. MACKENZIE, D.C.L. : Life of Pro- time. Howling at a distance down the fessor Wilson, in his edition of the Noctes, ii., xxiv. glen was heard a sea-born tempest from the

Linnhe Loch, where now they both knew The Snow-Storm.

the tide was tumbling in, bringing with it

sleet and snow-blasts from afar; and from Where is Flora? Her lover has forgotten the opposite quarter of the sky an inland her,—and he is alone—nor knows it-he tempest was raging to meet it, while every and the red deer-an enormous animal, fast lesser glen had its own uproar, so that on stiffening in the frost of death.

all hands they were environed with death. Some large flakes of snow are in the air, "I will go-and, till I return, leave you and they seem to waver and whirl, though with God."' . “Go, Ronald !" and he went an hour ago there was not a breath. Faster and came, as if he had been endowed with they fall and faster,-the flakes are almost the raven's wings. as large as leaves ; and overhead whence so Miles away and miles away

had he flown, suddenly has come that huge yellow cloud? and an hour had not been with his going “ Flora, where are you? where are you, and his coming; but what a dreary wretchFlora ?'' and from the huge hide the boy leaps edness meanwhile had been hers! She up, and sees that no Flora is at hand. But feared that she was dying,—that the cold yonder is a moving speck, far off upon the snow-storm was killing her,—and that she snow. 'Tis she,-'tis she; and again Ronald would never more see Ronald, to say to him turns his eyes upon the quarry, and the heart Farewell. Soon as he was gone all her courof the hunter burns within him like a new-age had died. Alone, she feared death, and stirred fire. Shrill as the eagle's cry, dis- wept to think how hard it was for one so turbed in his eyry, he sends a shout down young thus miserably to die. He came, the glen, and Flora, with cheeks pale and and her whole being was changed. Folded bright by fits, is at last by his side. "Panting up in both the plaids, she felt resigned. and speechless she stands, and then dizzily “Oh! kiss me, kiss me, Ronald ; sinks on his breast. ller hair is ruffled by I love-great as it is—is not as my love. You must never forget me, Ronald, when your felt by her, who was as cold as a corpse. poor Flora is dead."

for your

The chill air was somewhat softened by the Religion with these two young creatures breath of the huddled flock, and the edge of was as clear as the light of the Sabbath-day,- the cutting wind blunted by the stones. It and their belief in heaven just the same as was a place in which it seemed possible that in earth. The will of God they thought of she might revive, miserable as it was with just as they thought of their parent's will, the mire-mixed snow, and almost as cold as and the same was their living obedience one supposes the grave. And she did reto its decrees. If she was to die, supported vive, and under the half-open lids the dim now by the presence of her brother, Flora blue appeared to be not yet life-deserted. was utterly resigned ; if she was to live, her It was yet but the afternoon,-night-liko heart imagined to itself the very forms of though it was, - and he thought, as he her grateful worship. But all at once she breathed upon her lips, that a faint red reclosed her eyes, she ceased breathing,—and, turned, and that they felt the kisses he as the tempest howled and rumbled in the dropt on them to drive death away. gloom that fell around them like blindness, "Oh! father, go seek for Ronald, for I Ronald almost sunk down, thinking that she dreamt to-night that he was perishing in the was dead.

snow." “Flora, fear not,—God is with us.'' “Wretched sinner that I am ! my wicked “ Wild swans, they say, are come to Loch madness brought her here to die of cold!" Phoil. Let us go, Ronald, and see them; And he smote his breast, and tore his hair, but no rifle,--for why kill creatures said to and feared to look up, lest the angry eye of be so beautiful?" Over them where they God were looking on him through the storin. luy bended down the pine-branch roof, as

All at once, without speaking a word, if it would give way beneath the increasing Ronald lifted Flora in his arms, and walked weight: but there it still hung, though the away up the glen, here almost narrowed drift came over their feet, and up to their into a pass. Distraction gave him super- knees, and seemed stealing upwards to be natural strength, and her weight seemed their shroud. “Oh! I am overcome with that of a child. Some walls of what had drowsiness, and fain would be allowed to once been a house, he had suddenly remem- sleep. Who is disturbing me--and what bered, were but a short way off; whether or noise is this in our house ?

6 Fear not. not they had any roof he had forgotten,-hut fear not, Flora,—God is with us." "Mother! the thought even of such a shelter seemed a

am I lying in your arms? My father surely thought of salvation. There it was,-a is not in the storm. Oh, I have had a most snow-drift at the opening that had once dreadful dream !" and with such mutterings been a door, -snow up the holes once win- as these Flora again relapsed into that perildows,—the wood of the roof had been car- ous sleep which soon becomes that of death. ried off for fuel, and the snow-flakes were Night itself came, but Flora and Ronald falling in, as if they would soon fill up the knew it not; and both lay motionless in inside of the ruin. The snow in front was one snow-shroud. Many passions, though all trampled, as by sheep; and carrying in earth-born, heavenly all,--pity, and grief, his burden under the low lintel, he saw the and love, and hope, and at last despair, had place was filled with a flock that had fore. prostrated the strength they had so long known the hurricane, and that, all huddled supported; and the brave boy-who had together, looked on him as on the shepherd, been for some time feeble as a very child come to see how they were faring in the after a fever, with a mind confused and storm.

wandering, and in its perplexities sore And a young shepherd he was, with a afraid of some nameless ill-had submitted lamb apparently dying in his arms. All to lay down his head beside his Flora's, and colour, all motion, all breath seemed to be bad soon become, like her, insensible to the gone; and yet something convinced his night and all its storms. heart that she was yet alive. The ruined Bright was the peat fire in the hut of hut was roofless, but across an angle of the Flora's parents in Glencoe,-and ey were walls some pine-branches had been flung, among the happiest of the humble, happy, as a sort of shelter for the sheep or cattle blessing this the birthday of their blameless that might repair thither in cruel weather, child. They thought of her, singing her —some pine-branches left by the wood-cut- sweet songs by the fireside of the hut in ters who had felled the yew-trees that once Glencreran, and tender thoughts of her stood at the very head of the glen. Into that cousin Ronald were with them in their corner the snow-drift had not yet forced its prayers. No warning came to their ears in way, and he sat down there, with Flora in the sigh or the howl; for fear it is that crethe cherishing of his embrace, hoping that ates its own ghosts, and all its own ghost-like the warmth of his distracted heart might be visitings; and they had seen their Flora, in the meekness of the morning, setting forth if some spirit passed athwart the night? on her way over the quiet mountains, like Ile scents the dead body of the boy who so a fawn to play. Sometimes too, Love, who often had shouted him on in the forest when starts at shadows as if they were of the the antlers went by! Not dead-nor dead grave, is strangely insensible to realities she who is on his bosom. Yet life in both that might well inspire dismay. So it was frozen,—and will the red blood in their veins now with the dwellers in the hut at the head ever again be thawed ? Almost pitch dark of Glencreran. Their Ronald had left them is the roofless ruin ; and the frightened sheep in the morning,-night had come, and he know not what is that terrible shape that is and Flora were not there,—but the day had howling there. But a man enters, and lifts been almost like a summer day, and in their up one of the bodies, giving it into the arins infatuation they never doubted that the of those at the doorway, and then lifts up happy creatures had changed their minds, the other; and by the flash of a rifle they and that Flora had returned with him to see that it is Ronald Cameron and Flora Glencoe. Ronald had laughingly said, that Macdonald, seemingly both frozen to death. haply he might surprise the people in that some of those reeds that the shepherds burn glen by bringing back to them Fiora on her in their huts are kindled, and in that small birthday, and-strange though it afterwards light they are assured that such are the seemed to her to be--that belief prevented corpses. But that noble dog knows that one single fear from touching his mother's death is not there, and licks the face of Roheart, and she and her husband that night nald, as if he would restore life to his eyes. lay down in untroubled sleep.

Two of the shepherds know well how to fold And what could have been done for them, the dying in their plaids,-how gentlest to had they been told by some good or evil carry them along; for they had learnt it on spirit that their children were in the clutches the field of victorious battle, when, without of such a night? As well seek for a single stumbling over the dead and wounded, they bark in the middle of the misty main! But bore away the shattered body, yet living, the inland storm had been seen brewing of the youthful warrior, who had shown that among the mountains round King's-House, of such a clan he was worthy to be the chief. and hut had communicated with hut, though The storm was with them all the way far apart in regions where the traveller sees down the glen ; nor could they have heard no symptoms of human life. Down through each other's voices had they spoke; but the long cliff-pass of Mealanumy, between mutely they shifted the burden from strong Buchael-Etive and the Black Mount, towards hand to hand, thinking of the hut in Glenthe lone house of Dalness, that lies in the coe, and of what would be felt there on their everlasting shadows, went a band of shep: arrival with the dying or the dead. Blind herds, trampling their way across a hundred people walk through what to them is the frozen streams. Dalness joined its strength, night of crowded day-streets, unpausing and then away over the drift-bridged chasis turn round corners, unhesitating plunge toiled that gathering, with their sheep-dogs down steep stairs, wind their way fearlessly scouring the loose snows in the van, Fingal, through whirlwinds of fire, and reach in the Red Reaver, with his head aloft on the their serenity, each one unharmed, his own look-out for deer, grimly eying the corrie obscure house. For God is with the blind. where last he tasted blood. All “ plaided So He is with all who walk on ways of in their tartan array,” these shepherds mercy. This saving band had no fear, laughed at the storm,-and hark, you hear therefore there was no danger, on the edge the ba pipe play,—the music the Ilighlands of the pitfall or the cliff. They knew the love both in war and in peace.

countenances of the mountains, shown mo

mentarily by ghastly gleamings through the “ They think then of the owrie cattle, And silly sheep."

fitful night, and the hollow sound of each

particular stream beneath the show, And though they ken 'twill be a moonless places where in other weather there was a night:--for the snow-storm will sweep, her pool or a water-fall. The dip of the hills, out of heaven, -11p the mountain and down in spite of the drifts, familiar to their feet, the glen they go, marking where flock and did not deceive them now; and then the herd have betaken themselves, and now, dogs, in their instinct, were guides that at midfall, unafraid of that blind hollow, erred not: and as well as the shepherds they descend into the depth where once knew it themselves, did Fingal know that stood the old grove of pines. Following they were anxious to reach Glencoe. Ile their dogs, who know their duties in their led the way as if he were in moonlight; and instinct, the band, without seeing it, are now often stood still when they were shifting close to that ruined hut. Why_bark the their burden, and whined as if in grief. He sheep-dogs so,--and why howls Fingal, as knew where the bridges were, stones or logs;


at a

and he rounded the marshes where at springs received ; and "all about it," as we say in the wild fowl feed. And thus instinct, and these parts. I hope to see it when I see its reason, and faith conducted the saving band author and pronouncer. Themistocles, no along, and now they are at Glencoe, and at doubt, received due praise from you for his the door of the hut.

valour and subtlety, but I trust you poured To life were brought the dend; and there, down a torrent of eloquent indignation upon at midnight, sat they up like ghosts. Strange the ruling principles of his actions, and the seemed they for a while to each other's eyes, motive of his conduct; while you exalted and at each other they looked as if they had the mild and unassuming virtues of his more forgotten how dearly once they loved. Then, amiable rival. The object of Themistocles as if in holy fear, they gazed in each other's was the aggrandizement of himself; that of faces, thinking that they had a woke together Aristides the welfare and prosperity of the that sweet word, the first he had been able of his country; the other to promote its seto speak, reminded him of all that had curity, external and internal, foreign and passed, and he knew that the God in whom domestic. While you estimated the services they had put their trust had sent them de- which Themistocles rendered to the state, in liverance. Flora, too, knew her parents, opposition to those of Aristides, you of course who were on their knees; and she strove to remembered that the former had the largest rise up and kneel down beside them, but she scope for action, and that he influenced his was powerless as a broken reed ; and when countrymen to fall into all his plans, while she thought to join with them in thanks- they banished his competitor, not by his sugiving, her voice was gone. Still as death perior wisdom or goodness, but by those in. sat all the people in the hut, and one or two trigues and factious artifices which Aristides who were fathers were not ashamed to weep. would have disdained. Themistocles cerRecreations of Christopher North. tainly did use bad means to a desirable end,

and if we may assume it as an axiom that

Providence will forward the designs of a HENRY KIRKE WHITE,

good, sooner than those of a bad man, what

ever inequality of abilities there may be bethe son of a butcher in Nottingham, Eng- tween the two characters, it will follow that land, and born in that town 1785, after some had Athens remained under the guidance experience as a butcher's boy, stocking-loom of Aristides, it would have been better for labourer, and attorney's apprentice, became

her. The difference between Themistocles late in 1804 a sizar of St. John's College, and Aristides seems to me to be this: That Cambridge, where he studied (chiefly with the former was a wise and a fortunate man; a view to the ministry) with such injudicious and that the latter, though he had equal zeal that he died in 1806. He published wisdom, had not equal good fortune. We Clifton Grove: a Sketch in Verse, with may admire the heroic qualities and the other Poems, London, 1803, crown 8vo: crafty policy of the one, but to the temperafter his death Robert Southey gave to the ate and disinterested patriotism, the good world The Remains of IIenry Kirke White, and virtuous dispositions of the other, we etc., with an Account of his Life, London, can alone give the meed of heart-felt praise. 1807, 2 vols. 8vo; and many editions of the I mean only by this, that we must not Remains, and his Poetical Works and Letters, infer Themistocles to have been the better or have been issued in England and America. the greater man, because he rendered more

“ Chatterton is the only youthful poet whom he essential services to the state than Aristides, does not leave far behind him. ... I have in- nor even that his system was the most judispected all the existing manuscripts of Chatterton, cious,—but only that, by decision of characand they excited less wonder than these."-Rob- ter, and by good fortune, his measures sucERT SOUTHEY: Account of White.

ceeded best. “What an amazing reach of genius appears in the Remains of Kirke White'! How unfortunate

The rules of composition are, in my opinthat he should have been lost to the world almost ion, very few. If we have a mature acas soon as known! I greatly lament the circum- quaintance with our subject, there is little stances that forced him to studies so contrary to fear of our expressing it as we ought, prohis natural talent.”—Sir S. E. Brynges: Censuria vided we have had some little experience in Literaria, ix. 393.

writing. The first thing to be aimed at is ON THEMISTOCLES, AristidES, AND COMPO

perspicuity. That is the great point, which, once attained, will make all other obstacles

smooth to us. In order to write perspicuNottinghAM, May 6, 1804. ously, we should have a perfect knowledge Dear ROBERT, - ... You don't know how of the topic on which we are about to treat, I long to hear how your declamation was in all its bearings and dependencies. We


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should think well, beforehand, what will be on biography, metaphysics, philosophy, etc., the clearest method of conveying the drift of in The London, Blackwood, and Tait's Maour design. This is similar to what painters gazines, and other periodicals, and The Lives call the massing, or getting the effect of the of Shakspeare and Pope in The Encyclopæmore prominent lights and shades by broad dia Britannica. After a life of great literary dashes of the pencil. When our thesis is activity and much suffering from the longwell arranged in our mind, and we have continued and excessive use of opium, he predisposed our arguments, reasonings, and died December 8, 1859, of " senile decay'' illustrations, so as they shall all conduce to (funeral circular), in his 75th year. the object in view, in regular sequence and An edition of his Writings, edited by Mr. gradation, we may sit down and express our James T. Field, was published by Messrs. ideas in as clear a manner as we can always Ticknor & Fields, Boston, 1853–59, in 23 vols. using such words as are most suited to our 12mo: contents, vol. i., ii., Narrative and purpose, and when two modes of expression, Miscellaneous Papers ; iii., iv., Literary equally luminous, present themselves, select- Reminiscences; v., vi., Historical and Criting that which is the most harmonious and ical Essays: vii., Life and Manners; viii., elegant.

Miscellaneous Essays; ix., Confessions of It sometimes happens that writers, in aim- an English Opium-Eater, and Suspiria de ing at perspicuity, over-reach themselves, by Profundis ; x.; Biographical Essays; xi., Cæemploying too many words, and perplex the sars; vii., Essays on the Poets and other mind hy a multiplicity of illustrations. This English Writers'; xiii., xiv., Essays on Philis a very fatal error. Circumlocution seldom osophical Writers and other Men of Letters ; conduces to plainness; and you may take it xv., xvi., Memorials, and other Papers; as a maxim, that, when once an idea is xvii., Note-Book of an English Opium-Eater; clearly expressed, every additional stroke will xviii., Logic of Political Economy; six., 38., only confuse the mind and diminish the Theological Essays, and other Papers; xxi., effect.

Letters to a Young Man, and other PaWhen you have once learned to express pers; xxii., Autobiographic Sketches; xxiii., yourself with clearness and propriety, you Avenger, and other Papers. There is also will soon arrive at elegance. Every thing a Boston edition (Riverside edition, llouglielse, in fact, will follow as of course. Button, Osgood & Co.) of his works in 12 vols. I warn you not to invert the order of things, cr. 8vo, and a series of his Writings under and be paying your addresses to the graces, the title of Selections, Grave and Gay, from when you ought to be studying perspicuity. Writings, Published and Unpublished, of Young writers, in general, are too solicitous Thomas De Quincey, Revised and Arranged to round off their periods, and regulate the by Himself, Lond., 1853–60, 14 vols. p. 8vo, cadences of their style. Ilence the feeble to which add vols. xv., xvi. Works, new edit., pleonasms and idle repetitions which de Lond., 1862, 16 vols. p.

8vo. form their pages. If you would have your compositions vigorous and masculine in their “ They (the Confessions] have an air of reality tone, let every word Tell; and when you and life; and they exhibit such strong graphic detect yourself polishing off a sentence with powers as to throw an interest and even dignity expletives, regard yourself in exactly the have been rendered a tissue of trifles and absurd

round a subject which in less able bands might same predicament with a poet who should ities. They are, indeed, very picturesque and eke out the measure of his verses with vivid sketches of individual character and feel" titum, titum, tee, sir."

ings, drawn with a boldness yet an exactness of So much for style

pencil that is to be found only in one or two proHenry Kirke White to Mr. R. A. ... minent geniuses of our day. ... They combine

strong sense with wild and somewhat fantastio inventions, accuracy of detail with poetic illu-tration, and analytical reasoning and metaphysical

research with uncommon pathos and refinement THOMAS DE QUINCEY,

of ideas. Much truth and fine colouring are

displayed in the descriptions and details of the born at Manchester, 1786, and educated at work; its qualities are all of a rich and elevated Eton and Oxford, attracted great attention kind, -—such as high pathos, profound views, and by a series of glowing autobiographic papers duiged at the writer's own expense.”London

deep reasoning, with a happy vein of ridicule in. under the title of Confessions of an Opium- Monthly Review, 100 : 288. See also London QuarEater, published in The London Magazine, terly Revier, July, 1861. September and October, 1821, and December, 1822. These were succceeded by some ex- We add an interesting sketch of De Quincellent translations from Jean Paul Richter cey communicated to the author of this, and Lessing, which appeared in The London volume by his daughter a few months after Magazine and Blackwood, and many articles | her father's death :

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