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sesses a decided taste for music, and, as Duchess of Clarence, patronized Hummell's last concert; but, owing to the late king's illness, she did not attend. The Duchess, however, sent for the professor a few days afterwards to Bushy Park, and bestowed upon him substantial marks of her patronage.

Her Majesty Queen Adelaide is extremely charitable, and has long been a blessing to the poor round Bushy Park.

ORIGINAL ANECDOTE OF HIS LATE

MAJESTY AND THE VETERAN OF MINDEN.

In the year 1811, the late King, when Regent, accompanied the Duke of York to review the garrison at Colchester, commanded by Lieut. General Montgomeree, under the orders of the General of the district, the Earl of Chatham. Among the multitude of spectators on this occasion, was a veteran cornet of dragoons, in his 94th year, who had served as a private at the battle of Minden, in a regiment of horse, and had the honour of holding his Majesty's stirrups (George H.) as one of his orderlies, when the king dismounted after the victory. This trooper (whose name the writer of this article has forgotten) having distinguished himself on various occasions, was on this day rewarded with a standard; and on the peace, retired on the half-pay of a cornet, and took up his residence at Colchester, where he had lived for more than half-a-century, and "passing rich with forty pounds a-year." He was much respected by his fellow citizens, and noticed by the officers composing the large garrison. He had expressed an ardent desire to have a sight of the Prince Regent and his royal brother, and to witness the review, in which he was gratified, the General having furnished him with a quiet horse, and placed him in a situation where he could see the review with advantage. Equipped in the uniform of his old corps, he made a most prominent figure on an old, steady, full-tailed charger; and when the royal party and the staff advanced, after the general salute, from the centre to the right of the line, "the horse and his rider" might be seen galloping along the front (with the staff) with all the vigour of their early days and the veteran as erect in his seat as he had been in the battle of Minden.

Regent's eye, who, on enquiry, learned his history from the General. His Royal Highness desired that the veteran might be presented to him, when the Prince entered into conversation with him, and listened with much complacency to the old warrior's simple narrative of his services, in which "the honour of having been the King's orderly, and of holding his Majesty's stirrup," formed the most prominent part. He had, thirty years ago (he said) the happiness of seeing his Majesty George III. at a review on Wimbleton Common; he would now die satisfied, by the gratification he had this day received.

The Regent asked him if he had any other means of supporting his old age, than his half-pay?"No, Sir, but I am very comfortable, and I have many kind friends; but if your Royal Highness would be graciously pleased to give directions that I may be supplied with a subaltern's allowance of coals from the barracks, I should then want for nothing." His Royal Highness smiling at this modest request, replied, “I shall take care that you are supplied with an article so necessary to old age;" at the same time giving directions to one of his Aides de Camp to put him in mind of this; but the amiable Prince required no such memorandum, for the following morning he desired the veteran might be summoned to his presence, when his Royal Highness not only directed that a captain's allowance of coals and candles might be furnished him by the barrack-master, but presented him with a purse containing 100 guineas, and assuring him that a similar sum should be annually allowed him during his life. He lived nearly four years to enjoy this truly royal bounty, and in the most perfect health; and was now able to drink a couple of glasses of port daily to the health of his benevolent royal master. He had hitherto worn his uniform twice a-year, viz. on the King's birth-day, and th anniversary of the battle of Minden, It had now another annual airing-on the 12th of August, when a whole bottle was consumed. The veteran died in 1814, and the writer of this narrative (who witnessed his interview with the King) learned that he was honoured with a military funeral. Court Jour,

DOCTOR JOHNSON.

WHEN the learned doctor passed

The hero did not fail to attract the through Cullen on his celebrated tour.

the parson of the parish, the Rev. James Grant, an intelligent man waited on him, offering his services as cicerone, and mentioning "that this glen contained many noble trees," but the doctor had already written in his journal: "A tree might be a show in Scotland, as a horse in Venice." The truth is, that the learned critic had traversed the plains of Buchan by the coast, a distance of forty miles, where no tree will grow higher than the wall that shelters it; but at Cullen the climate is quite different, from its not being exposed to the east winds, and in no part of the island will trees thrive better than on the coast of the Murray Firth at Cromarty, they grow on the very verge of the sea. At Gordon Castle, the whole tribe of laurel, arbutus, laurestina, &c. are as vigorous as at Mount Edgecumbe. But to return to the doctor, after visiting Cullen House, where he was gratified by the sight of a fine library; he proceeded through the grounds to the high road, and as he passed the glen, he put down the blinds of the carriage, under pretence that he was incommoded by the sun, skulked in the corner, and shut his eyes that he might not see " the vegetable decoration." This is at least the report I had from the parson's mouth thirty years after. In giving this anecdote, I do not wish it to be supposed that I join in the hue and cry "made by my countrymen," that the biographer has written a libel on Scotland; on the contrary, I think his tour is often flattering and complimentary to the nation, although he has occasionally, in moments of spleen, or perhaps in a playful mood, with his friend Bozzy, indulged in satirical remarks on the poverty of Scotland and its inhabitants.

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He had not been gone above a day or two, when all that disorder and violence attendant on the absence of the lords of the district began to manifest themselves in the domains of Malvesyn and Hansacre. Marauders on both sides mutually infested the territories where women only commanded. It was only a few days before the battle of Shrewsbury, that the lady of Hansacre had been compelled to fly from the feudal hall of her husband, before a band of North Trent outlaws, who had attacked the lands of the Hansacredom, and were with so much difficulty repulsed from the mansion itself, that her faithful but thinned garrison besought their mistress to seek a securer refuge in the secluded glens and woodlands of the venerable Croxden Abbey. Thither accordingly the widow of Sir William repaired, and was for some time a sojourner. Ever of a religious tendency, her mind became calmed in that calm retreat, and, as she passed its echoing solitudes, wandered through its long cloisters, eyed the dismal light struggling through its tall lancet windows, or listened to the wind, that sighed heavily up its deep glens, mingled with the voices of the choir, and the sacred swell of the organ, a heavenly quiet stole upon her heart, and Gordon's Personal Memoirs. those tears that she shed for the loss of

THE SEAMAN.
From the Danish of Ewald.

A seaman with a bosom light,
He can lack money never.

Loss sharps for gain his appetite,
And poverty's to him a fight,
Which cannot last for ever.

When plunder'd by his friend, the main,
And set on heavy trial,

He laughs, and what from him she's ta'en
Ten-fold makes her restore again,
And will have no denial.

The sea he saddles, bold of mood,
Whene'er his heart it pleases,
And high upon the billows rude,
To distant coasts, with goid bestrew'd,
He canters 'fore the breezes.

her husband were assuaged by prayers full of hope for the safe return of her

son.

The ladies of Malvesyn still held their father's house, and though frequent attacks of similar marauders led them to anticipate danger in their stay, yet the high-souled damsels had so far won the hearts of their few retainers, and so powerful were the defences of their abode, that no material cause of alarm had hitherto occurred. One night, however, as Margaret and her sister were pacing the cloisters round the inner quadrangle, and after vain attempts at mutual encouragement, heard only the echo of their footsteps, or

marked the high moon scattering silver through the huge elm-leaves, on the carved and spangled fountain below, -a sudden crash of the painted windows in the upper gallery, and the glare of a hundred turches, accompanied by shouts and trampling of armed men, roused them from their reverie. A band of South Trent plunderers had corrupted one of the porters; a postern leading by steps on the outside of the building to the higher apartments had been forced, and the deep quadrangles now fumed with the smoke and glittered with the flame of the invaders' torches. Numbers poured down into the inner court; and the daughters of De Malvesyn only forgot their own fearful situation in the groans of their faithful vassals who were perishing around.

only dismissed him ransomless, but, by an unusual exercise of his prerogative, immediately made him a banneret, released his captive followers, summoned them to his presence with those of the Malvesyns who survived, and presented him to both parties as the preserver of his sovereign, and the future bridegroom of the co-heiress of Malvesyn. The corpse of the slain Sir Robert was committed to his care, and the banners of Malvesyn and Hansacre for the first time waved side by side over the escort that conducted it into Staffordshire. Rumours of the disturbances on the Trent banks had made them proceed homeward with forced marches; and their united forces had slain and captured the greater part of the banditti, ere the dead body of the last De Malvesyn was placed on his bier in the mansion of his forefathers.

On a sudden a new tumult arose. The war-cries of Malvesyn and Hansacre, till then never heard in unison, thrilled through the torch-light courts. The ruffians immediately rushed to the outer quadrangle; and, ere ten minutes had elapsed, amidst redoubled shouts, groans, and clang of arms, Elizabeth saw her sister clasped in the arms of a stately knight, whose curtailed pennon proclaimed him a Banneret,—a rare reward conferred, in general, only for superior acts of valour, for long service in the field, and on leaders of a numerous train. It was, however, no other than William of Hansacre, who, while fighting with incredible bravery on the rebel side, had the good fortune to save King Henry's life by interposing between him and a party of Scotchmen, at the very moment when he was beaten down and lay at the mercy of their uplifted battle-axes. He had been subsequently taken prisoner amidst the entire rout and vast slaughter of the rebels. Meanwhile, Sir Ro bert de Malvesyn, mortally wounded in the battle, had been visited in his tent by the Prince of Wales,-to him the knight had, with his last breath, confided the story of the family feuds, and the love passages between Margaret and young Hansacre, and implored the gallant Harry, as the sole recompense for his services and death in his father's cause, to use his influence with the King in restoring the heir of Hansacre if he survived, and healing their quarrels by the union of the houses.

The rest is soon told:-King Henry recognised in the youthful prisoner the man to whom he owed his life, and not

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On that night twelvemonth the proud chambers of Hansacre Hall rang with festivity; its carved bays and porches, its broad moat and ancient trees were ruddied with festive light, when Sir William withdrew with his bride from the gay throng on the terrace which commanded the broad vald of Trent. The moon rode through a cloudless sky, the night gale wafted the merry peals from the steeples of Longdon, of Malvesyn, of Rougeley, and the Hermitage. The hall clock glittered in the beam that silvered at the same time the banner over its tower, where the Chess-rooks were impaled with the Bindlets. William and Margaret were pacing in 'converse sweet' the shadowed walk that looked over the lovely scene, when they encountered a Blythburgh monk who had been summoned to the bridal, and was gazing wistfully on the fair planet.

"Just as brightly," he murmured, "did she shine, just as peaceful did yon beauteous landscape look on that fatal night at the Briggmuln, when the tranquil orisons they inspired in my soul were chased away in an instant by visions of grief and horror."

"And yet, father," said William, leading his wife towards him, "on that night was first unravelled the clue that hath led two families, with all their dependencies, from ceaseless and bloody animosities to the league of inviolable peace. Pray Heaven, father, that the dews of blood, which sullied that soft moonlight, may produce a rich harvest of welfare and good will to the reconciled antagonists of Malvesyn and Hansacre!"

STORY OF ADAM SCOTT,

BY THE ETTRICK SHEPHERD.

(Continued from p. 52.)

To Carlisle he was taken and examined, and all his money taken from him, and given in keeping to the Mayor, in order to be restored to the rightful owners; and witnesses gathered in all the way from Yorkshire, such as the tall man named ;-for as to all that Adam told in his own defence, his English judges only laughed at it, regarding it no more than the barking of a dog. Indeed, from the time he heard the tall man's evidence, whom he felled first, he lost hope of life. That scoundrel swore that Scott had knocked them both down and robbed them, when they were neither touching him nor harming him in any manner of way. And it seemed to be a curious fact, that the fellow really never knew that Scott had been attacked at all. He had neither heard nor seen when his companion struck the blow, and that instant having been knocked down himself, he was quite justifiable in believing that, at all events, Scott had meant to dispatch them both. When Adam related how this happened, his accuser said he knew that was an arrant lie; for had his companion once struck, there was not a head which he would not have split.

"Aha! it is a' that ye ken about it, lad," said Adam," I fand it nae mair than a rattan's tail! I had baith my night-cap an'a flannen sark in the crown o' my bannet. But will ye just be sae good as tell the gentlemen wha that companion o' yours was; for if ye dinna do it, I can do it for you. It was nae other than Ned Thom, the greatest thief in a' England."

The Sheriff here looked a little suspicious at the witnesses; but the allegation was soon repelled by the oaths of two, who, it was afterwards proven, both perjured themselves. The Mayor told Scott to be making provision for his latter end; but, in the mean time, he would delay passing sentence for eight days, to see if he could bring forward any exculpatory proof. Alas! lying bound in Carlisle prison as he was, how could he bring forward proof? For in those days, without a special messenger, there was no possibility of communication; and the only proofs Adam could have brought forward were, that the men forced themselves into his company, and that he had as many sheep in his possession as accounted for the whole of the money. He asked in

Court if any person would go a message for him, but none accepted, or seemed to care for him. He believed seriously that they wanted to hang him for the sake of his money, and gave up hope.

Always as Adam sold one drove of sheep after another in Yorkshire, he despatched his drivers home to Scotland, and with the last that returned, he sent word of the very day on which he would be home, when all his creditors were to meet him at his own house, and receive their money.

However, by the manoeuvres of one rascal, (now one of his accusers,) he was detained in England three days longer. The farmers came all on the appointed day, and found the gude wife had the muckle pat on, but no Adam Scott came with his pockets full of English gold to them, though many a long look was cast to the head of the the Black Swire. Then came the next day, and the next again, and they began to fear that some misfortune very serious had befallen to their friend.

There was an elderly female lived in the house with Scott, called Kitty Cairns, who was aunt either to the goodman or the goodwife, I have forgot which; but Auntie Kitty was her common denomination. On the morning after Adam Scott was taken prisoner, this old woman arose early, went to her niece's bedside, and said,

"Meggification, hinny! sic a dream as I hae had about Aidie!-an' it's a true dream, too! I could tak my aith to every sentence o't-ay, an' to ilka person connectit wi't, gin I saw him atween the een."

"Oh, auntie, for mercy's sake haud your tongue, for you are garring a' my heart quake! Ower weel do I ken how true your dreams are at certain times!"

"Ay, hinny! an' did you ever hear me say that sic an' sic a dream was true when it turned out to be otherwise? Na, never i' your life. An' as for folk to say that there's nae truth in dreams, ye ken that's a mere meggification.Weel, ye shall hear; for I'm no gaun to tell ye a dream, ye see, nor aught like ane, but an even-down true story. Our Aidie was sair pinched to sell the hinderend o' his sheep, till up comes a braw dashing gentleman, and bids him a third mair than they were worth, wi the intention o' paying the poor simple Scotchman in base money. But, aha! let our Adie alane! He begoud to poize the guineas on his tongue, an' feint a ane o' them he wad hae till they

were a' fairly weighed afore a magistrate and sae the grand villain had to pay the hale in good sterling gowd. This angered him sae sair that he hired twa o' his ruffians to follow our poor Aidie, and tak a' the money frae him. I saw the hail o't, an' I could ken the twa chaps weel if confrontit wi' them. They came to him drinkin' his ale. They rade on an' rade on wi' him, till they partit roads, an' then they fell on him, an' a sair battle it was; but Aidie wan, and felled them baith. Then he fled for hame, but the English pursued, an' took him away to Carlisle prison; an' if nae relief come in eight days, he'll be hanged."

This strange story threw the poor goodwife of Kildouglas into the deepest distress; and the very first creditor who came that morning, she made Auntie Kitty repeat it over to him. This was one Thomas Linton, and she could not have repeated it to a fitter man; for, though a religious and devout man, he was very superstitious, and believed in all Auntie's visions most thoroughly. Indeed, he believed farther; for he believed she was a witch, or one who had a familiar spirit, and knew every thing almost either beneath or beyond the moon. And Linton and his brother being both heavy creditors, the former undertook at once to ride to the south, in order, if possible, to learn something of Adam Scott and the money; and, if he heard nothing by the way, to go as far as Carlisle, and even, if he found him not there, into Yorkshire. Accord ingly, he sent a message to his brother, and proceeded southward; and, at a village called Stane girthside, he first heard an account that a man called Scott was carried through that place on the Friday before, to Carlisle jail, accused of robbery and murder. This was astounding news; and in the utmost anxiety, Linton pressed on, and reached Carlisle before the examination concluded, of which mention was formerly made; and when Adam Scott asked through the crowded court, if any present would go a message for him into Scotland for a fair reward, and all had declined it, then Thomas Linton stepped forward within the crowd, and said, "Ay, here is ane, Adam, that will ride to ony part in a' Scotland and England for ye; ride up to Lunnon to your chief in the House o' Lords, afore thae English loons shall dare to lay a foul finger on ye!-An' I can tell you, Mr. Shirra, or Mr. Provice, or whatever ye be, that you are gaun to get yoursell into a grand

scrape, for there never was an honester man breathed the breath o' life than Adie Scott."

The judge smiled, and said he would be glad to have proofs of that; and, for Linton's encouragement, made the townclerk read over the worst part of the evidence, which was very bad indeed, only not one word of it was true. But Linton told them, he cared nothing for their evidence against a Scot; "for it was weel enough kend that the Englishers were a' grit leears, an' wad swear to ony thing that suited them; but let him aince get Adam Scott's plain story, an' then he wad ken how matters stood."

He was indulged with a private interview, and greatly were the two friends puzzled how to proceed. The swindler, who really had bought the last ewis from Scott, had put a private mark upon all his good gold to distinguish it from his base metal, and made oath that all the gold was his; and that he had given it to his servant, whom Scott had robbed, to buy cattle for him in Scotland. The mark was evident; and that had a bad look: but when Scott told the true story, Linton insisted on the inagistrate being summoned to Court, who saw that gold weighed over to his friend. " And I will mysell tak in hand," said he, "not only to bring forward all the farmers from whom Scott bought the sheep, but all the Englishmen to whom he sold them; an' gin I dinna prove him an honest man, if ye gie me time, I sall gie you leave to hang me in his place."

The swindler and robber now began to look rather blank, but pretended to laugh at the allegations of Thomas Linton; but the Scot set up his birses, and told the former that "he could prove, by the evidence of two English aldermen, who saw the gold weighed, that he had paid to his friend the exact sum which he had here claimed; and that, either dead or alive, he should be obliged to produce the body of the other robber, or he who pretended to have been robbed, to show what sort of servants he employed. "I'll bring baith noblemen and lawyers frae Scotland," added he, "who will see justice done to so brave and so worthy a man; an' if they dinna gar you skemps take his place, never credit a Scot again."

Adam Scott's chief being in London, and his own laird a man of no consequence, Linton rode straight off to his own laird, the Earl of Traquair, travelling night and day till he reached him. The Earl, being in Edinburgh, sent for

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