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sound man in a moment.' He turned to tongue wags too freely. Quarrels and a corner in which hung a small mirror, fights are men's business, not women's and hastily took from his purse some and it is not maidenly to think or speak of dry lint, !o apply to the slight wound he them.' had received. As he unloosed the lea •• But if they are so rudely enacted ther jacket from his neck and shoulders, in our presence,' said Catharine, it is the manly and muscular form which they a little hard to expect us to think or speak displayed, was not more remarkable than of anything else.
I will grant you, my the fairness of his skin, where it had not father, that this valiant burgess of Perth as in hands and face, been exposed to the is one of the best-hearted men that draws effects of rough weather, and of his labo- breath within its walls—that he would rious trade. He hastily applied some lint walk a hundred yards out of the way, rato stop the bleeding, and a little water ther than step upon a worm-that he having removed all other marks of the would be as loath, in wantonness, to kill fray, he buttoned his doublet anew, and a spider, as if he were a kinsman to King turned again to the table where Catharine, Robert, of happy memory—that in the still pale and trembling, was, however, last quarrel before his departure he fought recovered from her fainting fit.
with four butchers, to prevent their kill“. Would you but grant me your for- ing a poor mastiff that had misbehaved giveness for having offended you in the in the bull-ring, and narrowly escaped very first hour of my return ? The lad the fate of the cur that he was protecting. was foolish to provoke me, and yet I was I will grant you also, that the poor never more foolish to be provoked by such as pass the house of the wealthy armourer but he. Your father blames me not, Catha- they are relieved with food and alms. rine, and cannot you forgive me?' But what avails all this, when his sword
". I have no power to forgive,' an- makes as many starving orphans and swered Catharine, • what I have no title mourning widows as his purse relieves ?! to resent. If my father chooses to have The glover defends his valourous son his house made the scene of night brawls, by adoption from the gentle upbraidings I must witness them—I cannot belp my- of his daughter, and entreats her to forself. Perhaps it was wrong in me to faint give him, and to speak some words of and interrupt, it may be, the farther pro- comfort to him.. gress of a fair fray. My apology is, that The armourer, indeed, while he heard cannot bear the sight of blood.
the lips that were dearest to him paint his ". And is this the manner,' said her character in such unfavourable colours, father, in which you receive my friend had laid his head down on the table, upon after his long absence ? My friend, did his folded arms, in an attitude of the I say? nay, my son. He escapes being deepest dejection, or almost despair. 'I murdered by a fellow whom I will to would to Heaven, my dearest father,' morrow clear this house of, and you treat answered Catharine, that it were in my him as if he had done wrong in dashing power to speak comfort to Henry, withfrom him the snake which was about to out betraying the sacred cause of the sting him!'
truths I have just told you. And I may " • It is not my part, father,' returned nay, I must have such a commission,' the Maid of Perth, to decide who had she continued, with something that the the right or wrong in the present brawl; earnestness with which she spoke, and nor did I see what happened distinctly the extreme beanty of her features, caused enough, to say which was assailant, or for the moment to resemble inspirawhich defender. But sure our friend, tion. The truth of Heaven,' she Master Henry, will not deny that he lives said, in a solemn tone, was never comin a perfect atmosphere of strife, blood, mitted to a tongue, however feeble, but it and quarrels.
He hears of no swordsman gave a right to that tongue to announce but he envies his reputation, and must mercy, while it declared judgment.needs put his valour to the proof. He Arise, Henry-rise up, noble-minded, sees no brawl but he must strike into the good and generous, though widely mismidst of it. Has he friends, he fights taken man -Thy faults are those of this with them for love and honour-has he cruel and remorseless age—thy virtues enemies, he fights with them for hatred all thine own.'
And those men who are While she thus spoke, she laid her neither his friends nor foes, he fights hand upon the Smith's arm, and extricatwith them because they are on this or that ing it from under his head by a force side of a river. His days are days of which, however gentle, he could not resist, battle, and doubtless he acts them over she compelled him to raise towards her again in his dreams.'
his manly face, and the eyes into which Daughter,' said Simon
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feelings, had summoned tears.
6. Feel a thread's end !' said the Glo. not,' she said, 'or rather weep on—but ver, ‘feel for me, friend Smith, for Caweep as those who have hope. Abjure tharine and me.
Think how the poor the sins of pride and anger, which most thing is beset from morning to night, and easily beset thee-fling from thee the by what sort of persons, even though accursed weapons, to the fatal and mur windows be down and doors shut. We derous use of which thou art so easily were accosted to-day by one too powerful
to be named,-ay, and he showed his disCatharine inveighs in vain against his pleasure openly, because I would not indomitable propensity to the use of the permit him to gallant my daughter in the arms, it is his profession to forge, but the church itself, when the priest was saying lion of his temper is nevertheless some
There are others scarce less reawhat tamed, under her gentle chastise- sonable. I sometimes wish that Catha ment. The father, however, is angry rine were some degrees less fair, that she with her for her pains, and dismisses her might not catch that dangerous sort of adto her chamber with these words :
miration, or somewhat less holy ; ihat "Happy is the man who, like my she might sit down like an honest woman, worthy son, has means of obtaining contented with stout Henry Smith, whó his living otherwise than by the point of could protect his wife against every the sword which he makes. Preach peace sprig of chivalry in the Court of Scotto him as much as thou wilt I will never land.' be he will say thee nay; but as for bid
". And if I did not,' said Henry, ding the first armourer in Scotland forego thrusting out a hand and arm which might the forging of swords, curtel-axes, and have belonged to a giant for bone and harness, it is enough to drive patience muscle, I would I may never bring itself mad-Out of my sight !-and next hammer upon anvil again. Aye, an it morning I prithee remember, that shouldst were come but that length, my fair Cathou have the luck to see Henry the tharine should see that there is no harm in Smith, which is more than thy usage of a man having the trick of defence.' him has deserved, you see a man who has Here a long conversation ensues, not his match in Scotland at the use of during which some fine traits of the chabroad-sword and battle-axe, and who can racter of Harry Gow are developed with work for five hundred merks a year with- much dramatic spirit; and the glover and out breaking a holiday.'
his favourite part thus pleasantly :Here the glover and Gow set down "Let us finish our flask, then,' said to their glass, and Simon schools his adopt- the old glover; ' for I reckon the Domied son, and bids him not to take her talk nican tower is tolling midnight. And too much to heart ; and telling him he hark thee, son Henry; be at the latticehas seen him bold enough with other window on our east gable by the very wenches, wonders why he should be peep of dawn, and make me aware that so still and tongue-tied with her. Harry Thou art come by whistling the Smith's replies beautifully.
call gently. I will contrive that Catha• Because she is soinething different rine shall look out at the window, and from other maidens, father Glover-be- thus thou wilt have all the privileges of cause she is not only more beautiful, but being a gallant Valentine through the rest wiser, higher, holier, and seems to me as of the year; which if thou canst not use if she were inade of better clay than we to thine own advantage, I shall be led to that approach her. I can hold my head think, that for all thou be'st covered with high enough with the rest of the lasses the lion's hide, Nature has left on thee the round the May-pole, but somehow, when long ears of the ass. I approach Catharine, I feel myself an Amen, father,' said the armourer; earthly, coarse, ferocious creature, scarce a hearty good night to you, and God's worthy to look on her, much less to contra. blessing on your roof-tree, and those dict the precepts which she expoundsto me.' whom it covers. You shall hear the
ror You are an imprudent merchant, Smith's call sound by cock-crowing ; 1 Harry Smith,' replied Simon; ' and warrant I put Sir Chanticleer to shame.' rate too high the goods you wish to pur “ So saying, he took his leave, and, chase. Catharine is a good girl, and my though completely undaunted, moved daughter ; but if you make her a con- through the deserted streets like one upon ceited ape by your bashfulness and your his guard, to his own dwelling, which flattery, neither you nor I will see our was situated in the Mill Wynd, at the wishes accomplished
western end of Perih.” 6I often fear it, my good father,' said the smith; for I feel how little I am
¡To be Continued.] deserving of Catharine.'
pated for present entering into its effusive are here raised by the clamorous catch. and lush reality
pennies who are dependant on their suc.
cess at revels for the rest of the year. “The tender argument of kindred blood," And, when the day is drawn, like a lottery
ticket out of time's wheel, as the evening The cares of life are here absorbed in gives a blank to twilight, what hustling the joy mantling over them, and relief is and party-making-stir, is in doors with given to the heart which pulses through music and dancing in the new clothes : the current of the body and the mind. The old rooms are shook like the subjects On Whitsunday, many a well loving of agues and night is impressed in the and rustic couple are married, because it
cure. A week thus devoted to Whitsun is the anniversary of their grandsires sports and pleasures, like any other feelwedding, christening, or birth-day, or the ing, cloys; the ensuing week is spent in the most lucky day of the year. Because a routine of business with renewed assifeast of no ordinary description is given, duity, peace crowns the happy complaints, a preparation of no simple fare made a initiates the dissatistied and anxieties are time that, whoever comes, he might enter
once more predominant over the lighter and welcome. Where friends from other gaieties of the heart. Like the showers villages are here and relations from all which fall amid the clustres of flowers, distances, if practicable, make an effort to while the winds blow them apart, so the unite in the bands of duty and affection. villagers are separated by the relative When the old meet and talk over the associations in the warfare of existence, events of sixty years to their earliest days and they relieve or languish, as disease, —when the young meet and begin a
or perfect health acts upon them. course of love, which, poets say, never runs smooth.' -— when the middle-aged * Differing in language, manners, or in face bring their families together, and cousins Feeling themselves allied tc 2!! the race... congratulate cousins for the first time when farming men and women have leave By returning, however, into other parts to see their old dames and young nieces, of the country, it will be found that the and when good eating and drinking, smil. Whitsun-week is differently spent ; partly, ing, laughing, smoking, chatting and like that of the Members of the Society anecdoting, bring parties together after of Friends, for business ; and partly, church service, and the hours down to the for pleasure. last embers of midnight. Then on the This is the appointed time for MayWhit-monday, as the sun shines over the poles where they have stood amid the face of the village,-what preparation is puritanical environs of opinions. And made! The bells intiinate sweetly the also, for stated 'Fairs,' at which cattle, motive, and each breast feels a sense of wares, and barter, exchange owners, and relaxing from past toil, before the begin- servants exchange masters and misning of the mowing the grass, the hay- tresses. harvest, the barley-break and the corn Clubs and Benefit Societies also hold harvest. Neither the harvest, nor the their annual meetings. With bands of hunting moon is thought of, it is the sun music, flags, and favours, they parade the of humanity, which emanates from the boundaries, and in pairs enter the parish deity, that inspires, diffuses, and engages church. Here the gaiety and beauty of the charms of rural and hearty feeling. the adjacent neighbourhoods assemble.
The smithy is shut, the grindstone stili, Whatever nonchalance the courtezans of the fork, the scythe and rake, are not yet civic pomp might feel unfavourably to wanted. Toil rests on the plough. La- this congregation, as it is but once a year, bour sits with an unfurrowed forehead. there is a freshness, fulness, and agreeable Plenty is profuse with the gifts of the sensation felt by the recipients and obserearth, and holds the horn to the reception vers of it. The flags waving over the of the most successful gatherers. Ease gallery, the martial music joining in the in luxury, what the pampered nabob does anthem and jubilate,' the curling of not feel, is here inheriting every freehold ribands from hats and breasts, the ladies' of health, and the caterers for amuse- happy expressions, and the appropriate ment assemble with indorsements on the discourse of the preacher, conspire to make collections of nine pins, lucky bags, impressions not soon forgotten, and create booths, stalls, raree shows, snuff-boxes, unisons not easily broken. Is this also camera obscuras, singlestick, ringing the vanity? Because the grave opens and bull and foot-races. Here the cask is the bell tolls. Because the worm hideth, spigotted at the low door with a bush and the spade cutteth down the grass as hung over it, and pipes, cakes, and ban an emblem of the shortness of life in its quets are in requisition. What hopes glory, and the certainty of its dissolution
Are these seasons of communication to be Green plane trees rising on a fertile plain, spent without cheerfulness? The demure Gave them repose, from watching toil of pain!
They rested there, till on the lovely sky, aspect of monastic discipline savours of the sun blazed forth, a world of majesty! bigotry, and induces superstition. . Is. When one that watched, their fresh'ning shade and gloom to be ever before mor
And bade them rise, to ward a deadly stroke, tals ? Are they not to feel the sunbeam,
Each warrior starting, grasps his shining brand nor enjoy the mild atmosphere of rational
And marks the coming of a Turkish band. pleasure? Nature permits, Virtue ap- A fountain sprang amid the shady bowers, proves, and Wisdom joins in recreations, And trickled through the verdure, decked with
flowers, which have the well-being of society at
The Turks spurred on to shun the rising heat, heart.
And shelter seek within the cool retreat; Benefit Societies professedly heal the Its verge attained, they loose their panting sick, relieve the distressed, give decent
steeds, burial to the dead, and console the widow Ten youthful warriors Kloden's word obeyed,
To crop the verdure of the smiling meads. and the fatherless. About this time, Three turbans more the hostile party made; societies of sawyers, glass-blowers, free- Greece! Greece and liberty! the Grecians cry; masons, brass-founders, fire-offices, with Tumultuous "Allas !' mingle in the sky,
Rage swelled each beart, each arm was nerved many others, literary, scientific, antiqua
to pierce, rian, botanic, musical, and discursive, Defence forgotten-short the fight and fierce. keep their anniversaries, by good fellow Destruction revelled: soon lay scattered round
The warriors all, but Kloden and Phaloundship in cities, corporations, and towns.
The Turk his jav'lin hurled : it harmless flew, (But the Master Chimney-Sweepers? Then flashed his scymetar; its aim too true ; take precedence of season, May-Day From Kloden's side a crimson current stole; being their tutelary patroness.)
The The hostile chief in arroganee of soul, Guild' is another recreative feature in
With haughty brow, unguarded, onward prest,
And Kloden pierced his victory swollen breast; country history. The choosing Mayors, The Turk, without a groan, in suffering pride, Bailiffs, and Shrieves give occupation Set his firm teeth, and sinking nobly died. to many ; and in Popish countries, car
The startled steeds, scared with the din of war,
Dart wildly o'er the turf to fields afar.nival, masquerade, impost, pleasure, Faint with his wounds, the warrior's faltering persecution, and chicanery, are in fulí breath, display, whether for the good of society, Mcurned for his comrades, stiffening into or not, let the choice of opinion de
death, cide. Where freedom is not abridged, A portrait drew and kissed, then sank to rest.
To aid the grisly dying from his breast liberty is not abused, and perfect unani- No mourner there, but the loud
tempest moans mity is cultivated; may the fruits of plea- Where grassy shrouds spread o'er their moul sure increase, the trees of knowledge be Triumphant arches tell a victor's fame, supported, and the harvest of sensibility When dying valor dies without a name ! abundantly reaped !
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THE SPECTRE SHIP: (For the Olio.)
(Continued from Page 292.) Galled Greece in anguish from her dungeons sails were once more unfurled, the wind
Bryce no sooner got on board, than the sprang ; From Isle to Isle fair Freedom's signal rang; and tide being both favourable, The pitying world poured heroes like a tide,
evening of the second day, they were To raise the Greek, and quell Koranic pride: – within sight of the blue Craig of Ailsa. From Konigsberg, to stay the waster's hand, Young Kloden flew to Grecia's groaning land; Bryce, whose faith in the augury of the Each dangerous mission eager sought to gain; weird wife was founded on the broad basis The outguard's peril, and the herald's pain.
of superstition, took the helm in his own His chieftain marked the hero with delight;
hand, and bore down for the Craig. 'lle His never failing ardour in the fight.The lordly moslems powerless curses poured clouds of night began to rest on the bosom As strewed the field, his devastating sword, of the ocean, and nothing was heard but And when a matter of momentous kind,
the rippling of its surface on the bow of Required the conduct of a dauntless mind, And faith unbending; him his chieftain named,
the bark, as she glided on her way To lead a secret band through scenes untam’d, through the silent tide. The moon now Twice had the young moon lent her tremu. burst through a large mass of black
lous ray: The youthful warriors trod their cautious way,
clouds, illuminating all around with a And stole from hiding woods in shades of bright silvery light. Bryce, whose mind night,
was wound up to the highest point at To fly with darkness from the morning's light, this crisis, as he knew that he was close As on the second morn dim streaks of red, Marked the broad east, like Pluto's mouldering upon the Craig, discovered a vessel edg
ing away from under his lee-bow, not two