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of the lake to behold the contest; eight sweet children. The ice crashand I heard the mirth of their tongues ed, and the children yelled ; and as and the sound of their curling-stones they sunk, one of them, even thy son, as I sat at my hearth fire. One of the put forth his hand, and seizing me foremost was Benjie Spedlands.” by the foot, said:

« Oh! Benjie, The unhappy mother had pro- save me--save me ;' but the love of ceeded thus far, when the demented life was too strong in me, for I saw youth, who till now had lain silent the deep, the fathomless water; and and motionless by the side of the far below I beheld the walls of the lake, uttered a groan, and starting old tower, and I thought on those suddenly to his feet, came and stood dooned yearly to perish in this hauntbeside us. He shed back his long and ed lake, and I sought to free my foot moistened locks from a burning and from the hand of the innocent youth. bewildered brow, and looking sted- But he held me fast, and looking in fastly in her face, for a moment, said, my face, said, 'Oh! Benjie, save * Rachel, dost thou know me?' She me, save me!' And I thought how I answered only with a flood of tears, had wiled him away from his moand a wave of her hand to be gone. ther's threshold, and carried him and

Know me! aye, how can ye but his seven companions to the middle of know me-since for me that deadly the lake, with the promise of showwater opened its lips, and swallowed ing him the haunted towers and thy darling up. If ye have a tongue courts of the drowned castle ; but to curse, and a heart to scorn me- the fears for my own life were too scorn me then, and curse me; and strong ; so putting down my hand, I let me be seen no more on this bless- freed my foot, and, escaping over the ed earth. For the light of day is ice, left him to sink with his seven misery to me, and the cloud of night companions. Brief, brief was his is full of sorrow and trouble. My strugglema crash of the faithless ice reason departs, and I go and sojourn -a plunge in the fathomless water, with the beasts of the field-it re- and a sharp shrill shriek of youthful turns, and I fly from the face of agony, and all was over for him-but man; but wherever I go, I hear the for me--broken slumbers, and a burndeath-shriek of eight sweet youths in ing brain, and a vision that will not my ear, and the curses of mothers' pass from me, of eight fair creatures lips on my name. Young man,' drowning.' she said, I shall not curse thee, Ere he had concluded, the unthough thy folly has made me child- happy mother had leaped to her feet, less; nor shall I scorn thee, for I may had stretched forth her hands over not scorn the image of Him above; him, and, with every feature dilated but go from my presence, and herd with agony, gathered up her strength with the brutes that perish, or stay to curse and to confound him. “Oh! among men, and seek to soothe thy wretched and contemptible creature,' smitten conscience by holy converse, she said, ' were I a man as I am but and by sincere repentance.' (Re- a feeble woman, I would tread thee as pentance !' he said, with a wildness dust aneath my feet, for thou art una of eye that made me start -- of what worthy to live. God gave thee his have I to repent? Did I make that own form, and gave thee hands to deep lake, and cast thy son, and the save, not to destroy his fairest handisons of seven others, bound into its works; but what heart, save thine, bosom? Repentance belongs to him could have resisted a cry for mercy who does a deed of evil-sorrow is from one so fair and so innocent ? his who witlessly brings misfortunes Depart from my presence--crawlon others; and such mishap was mine. for thou art unworthy to walk like Hearken, and ye shall judge. man-crawl as the reptiles do, and

And he sat down by the side of let the hills cover thee, or the deeps the lake; and taking up eight smooth devour thee; for who can wish thy stones in his hand, dropped them one base existence prolonged. The moby one into the water ; then turning ther is unblest that bare thee, and round to us, he said: Even as the hapless is he who owns thy name. waters have closed over those eight Hereafter shall men scorn to count pebbles, so did I see them close over kindred with thee. Thou hast no

brother to feel a brother's shame, no by the old, and loathed by the young ; sister to feel for thee a sister's sorrow and the selfish cruelty of his nature -no kinsman to mourn for the re- met with the singular punishment of proach of kindred blood. Cursed be a mental alienation, dead to all other she who would bear for thee the sa- feeling, save that of agony for the cred name of wife. Seven sons would death of the eight children. He wanI behold--and I saw one, -wae's me! dered into all lonesome places, and --dragged from the bottom of that sought to escape from the company fatal lake; see them borne over my of all living things. His favourite seat threshold with their long hanks of was on a little hill top, which overfair hair wetting the pavement, as looks the head of the Ladye's Lowe. the lovely locks of my sweet boy did; There he sat watching the water, and stretch their lily limbs in line with an intensity of gaze which which my own hands had spun for their nothing could interrupt. Sometimes bridal sheets, even as I stretched my he was observed to descend with the own blessed child, -rather than be swiftness of a bird in its flight, and the mother of such a wretch as thou!' dash into the lake, and snatch and From this fearful malediction, the de- struggle in the water like one saving lirious youth sought not to escape ; a creature from drowning. One wina he threw himself with his face to the ter evening, a twelvemonth from the earth, spread out his hands on the day of the fatal catastrophe on the turf, and renewed his sobbings and lake, he was seen to run round its his moans, while the sorrowful mo- bank like one in agony, stretching ther returned to a cheerless home out his hands, and shouting to someand an empty fireside.

thing he imagined he saw in the Such was her fearful dream; and water. The night grew dark and such was its slow, but sure and un- stormy—the sleet fell, and thick hail happy fulfilment. She did not long came, and the winds augmented. survive the desolation of her house. Still his voice was heard at times far Her footsteps were too frequent by the shriller than the tempest-old men lake, and by the grave of her husband shuddered at the sound-about midand child, for the peace of her spirit; night it ceased, and was never heard she faded, and sank away ; and now more. His hat was found floating by the churchyard grass grows green the side of the water, but he was and long above her. Old people stop never more seen nor heard of-his by her grave, and relate with a low death-lights, glimmering for a season voice, and many a sigh, her sad and on the lake, told to many that he had remarkable story. But grass will found, perhaps sought, a grave in the vever grow over the body of Ben- deepest part of the Ladye's Lowe. jie Spedlands. He was shunned


Thou Spirit of Creation, breathing still

O’er each wing'd year unwearied Time doth bring ;
Thou warmth, call’d Nature, whose mysterious skill

Returns in glory to renew the spring,
Awakening beauty in its wild extremes,

As the earth quickens at thy wondrous power ;-
Hovering around us, like to pleasant dreams,

With sudden visits of each leaf and flower ;-
Thou mighty Presence-thou all cheering Sun,
That gilt Care's desart when the world begun ;-

Thou still remain'st, the poetry of life,
The warmth that cherishes eternity ;

A joy that triumphs o'er the world's rude strife,
A Hope that pictures whi he next may be.


Janus Weathercock (Esquire, God wot) is alive! We have received a right merry epistle from him, which we readily print, because it is so pleasantly impertinent, and so ridiculously critical. If any of our contributors should recognise his allusions to them, which his use of their occasional signatures may assist, we-wish him well !

Worshipful master ! I have a great deal of, I cannot
tell what, to say to you.

Ford. Sir, or Gentlemen.— I have not travel the regular rutty road. The been a contributor to your invaluable invention took wonderfully, for now miscellany (as “ Constant Readers" any given laudably-ambitious Mister have it) for a long time, and I doubt Stagg might make certain of six not but that your profits have been penn'orth of critical acumen, which in correspondence with my leisure. he could disburse by judgmatical The fact is, you have got a deal too pinches to an admiring circle of lagood for me and my sentimentalities; dies and gentlemen, who had not and I should never have troubled seen the last **** Review. But your compositor more if I had not the composers of this “ literature fancied that you would also shoot a- made easy for the meanest capahead of the heavy-sailing public. cities,” have shown themselves shortFrom your last Lion's Head, (p. 303) sighted, for having succeeded in subI learnt that other folks are willing verting all genuine existing literato serve you as the Caliph Omar ture, and rendered the ground nearly did the Alexandrian library, and impracticable to the immediate furender the London less full of litera- ture, they find their prospects assimi

Now, dear invisibilities, I lated to those of Epirian Pyrrhus, in would just hint, that my claims to be his concluding engagements with the employed in this sort of service are Romans. The public, at the expense more legitimate ; and, as a single of many half-crowns, has wormed proof in point, I shall simply adduce out the secret of their fight, and is the well-established fact, that my rapidly throwing off the trammels of hair-triggers will snuff a candle at its alarmed tutors; which is as much twenty paces. Apply your organs as to say in King's English (which of self-curativeness to this extremely Sir Walter Scott

cannot write) that perspicuous line of reasoning, and any lady within the boundary of genyou will grant the Rob Roy * justice tility (coloured red in Mogg's map) of my demands. This being arranged or out of it perhaps, can dissert on amicably, allow me to ask if you have the merits or demerits of the aforeproperly considered the legitimate said Sir W.'s last novel, with as good (an exceeding good word, as Justice emphasis, and better matter than any Shallow says of accommodate) na- given peevish little Editor of a Reture (by which I imply the custom- view. But this is nothing to the purary and accustomed nature) of Ma- pose, I believe ; yet let it go for a gazines ? This must at first strike huge parenthesis, in which article I you as an odd question for the end of ding old Chapman, our noble English the fifth volume ; but a little thought Homer. Where was I? Oh ! ah ! will develope its pertinence. The “nature of Magazines." Yes! well, vital aim of a Review was, and is – I leave you to ponder over my staringly obvious; viz. to furnish a query, satisfied that I have awaken little compendious way to the Stagy- ed you to a very weighty and necesrite's chair, for those who lack the sary preliminary to improvement: ability or the will (which is pretty yet before I put your's faithfully, fc. much the same thing in effect) to to this scrawl, (in the postscript to

The good old plan,
That those shall take who have the power,
And those shall keep who can.


which you will find a list of pretty factory specimen of an English Æsbooks for sofas and sofa-tables) í chylus or Euripides ; and that some cannot help forcing a word of advice. good things might be picked out of Don't act over again the fable of the Quintus Calaber and Nonnus-beOld Man and his Ass. You have en- sides those already included in Mr. tered a bold speculation in attempt. Elton's tasteful specimens. Mr. Liying to establish a real literary Maga- ing British Dramatists requires a zine. Towards such a plan, no en- pinch of snuff, $ high dried, judging couragement could be expected from from his last; but a parody on obthe largest class of magazine read- scure inanity must be inane. The ers, as magazines were originally got original, as my friend s ***** up;, you had no recipes for the says, is sufficiently satirical on ittooth-ache, no charades, no disin- self. Entreat the lively observant terested letters by Agricola (“ with a Edward Herbert to keep out of bad wood-cut,”) on the new propelling company: the influences of Druryshafts, no paper on an ancient High- lane green-room had an awful efland knee-buckle, no drunken songs, fect on the conclusion of his last, no paltry French romances, and no as he himself seemed awar. || Give scandal. You had to work your way us some good serious poetry (if to be into a new society, somewhat diffi- had any where :-why is the harp of cult of access at first, but whose ul- Coleridge mute?) and contrast it timate acquaintance would repay all with some such smart bubbles of endeavours to obtain it; inasmuch wit as “ Please to ring the belle." as there only could your worthy And now by what obliquity does the matter be worthily entertained and ablest scholar ** of the day confire censured. This introduction is ac- his attention entirely to the French complished ; and, to spread the con- Early Poets. Is not the exquisite, nexion still wider, it is only necessary the still uncomprehended, Petrarch that you should not be wanting to worthy of his close yet classic Engyourselves ; therefore rouse up brave- lish? Why not alternate a noble ly in the warm spring time, and ad- canzone of Francesco with a sunny vance your outposts still higher up bird-like burst of music by Alayn the mount of green-flowering He- Chartier, or Pierre Ronsardi ? And licon.* Clap Elia on the back for now I am interrogative, let your such a series of good behaviour. Flog German Linguist look about him tot your strong horse,t Lyddal-cross," and be industrious. Are the stores up to the mark of Allan-a-Maut, of Goethe the all-grasping, and Wieor the King of the Peak, which will land the witty, and Franz-Horn, be a good swinging trot, like a gal- and Tieck, and De la Motte Fouquè, lop. Be so obliging as to ask our exhausted? Are all these variously Idler # by the green sea, wherefore excelling authors become so well gave up

the fourteen syllable mea- known here in England ?' I should sure (which becomes him so well) guess not, as the Jonathans say. in the Hymn to Ceres-remind him, Or, again, my jolly Almain Rutter ! too, that we have never had a satis- have you not Arndt, and Caroline


* Janus is getting critical. “ The bad bit is coming, your honour," as Miss Edgeworth's postillion says. Mr. Weathercock lays about him handsomely, but, like the Irish duellist, he often hits the wrong man.

+ We have no horse, “ nor ass neither,” among our contributors. Unfortunately for Mr. Weathercock's metaphor, the author of the Tales of Lyddal. cross is a very slight gentleman in delicate health.

I Qu. Rambler ?
& Mr. Living Dramatists does not take snuff.

|| Janus has certainly done for himself in the good opinion of Mr. Herbert, as he considers it the liveliest paper he has ever written ; and has already quarreled with two of his best friends, who took the liberty to think otherwise.

** We do not know how to apply this advice, for we have several ablest scholars. Pierre Ronsard is, however, at the Pit Door of our Magazine, and is only prevented from entering by seeing “ Pit full.” ++“ Looking about," is not the way to be industrious.

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de la Motte Fouquè, and Luise lucky!) so Heaven bless you and Brachman? very pleasant and fanci- yours. ful people! Look to it, good mas

JANUS WEATHERCOCK. ter Wigginwagginhausen! Apropos. Who is that fellow with the Bata- PS. Haven't room for my postvian, broad-bottom, tobacco-scented script after all. Ready next month. name-Wankin, Wynken, Stinking Amazing thievery at Cosway's sale! Brooms * (as it has been said that Heard all about it, I suppose: one Elia called him one day), who takes lady stopped on the staircase with liberties with my appellation and two thousand pounds worth of prints style? Some broken picture-cleaner, in her pocket! “ 'Pon my life it's or hackney drawing-master, I take true, what'll you lay it's a lie?”it; though I recollect some Fond of statues ? Go see Giovanni whispering that it was my Lord di Medicis, by Michel, at Day'sStafford's dilettante porter.--Is that worth a day's journey! A’nt that correct? At all events, make a clear good? hey? But! gad! I think Magazine of him; for the Fine Arts you're all statues yourselves, or the of Englanů will never carry double; Mercandotti would have thawed you by which phrase I insinuate my in- into an article $ in praise of her Titatention of taking up all that sort of nianesque (don't blunder it into Tim thing,'t for the benefit of London, tianesque) foot. A pretty sum the and without the definite article. “ The education of that girl has cost my post is just going out,” (how Lord F****!



NOTICES OF THE FINE ARTS. EXHIBITION OF THE SOCIETY OF PAINTERS IN WATER COLOURS. The society of Painters in Water are admirable, and if one or two of Colours has commenced its annual his co-exhibitors were absent, we exhibition under favourable auspices. should say that among all the rest The private view was most respect- he was facile princeps. His Richably attended, and on the very first mond Hill is a felicitous combination day a considerable portion of the of luxuriance and distinctness; and more interesting pictures were mark- his Afternoon and Evening are aded as sold. The collection is nei- mirable illustrations of poetic feeling. ther large nor glaring, but, altoge- Copley Fielding has, as usual, been ther, it was to us exceedingly in- successfully diligent; his flat-scenery, teresting. There is no affectation, of which he has several representano extravagance; with one or two tions, is excellently managed; the exceptions, there is no substitution view of Romney Marsh pleased us of tawdry mannerism for simplicity uncommonly. Cox is respectable. and nature, but by far the greater Wild and Cattermole have some number of pictures exhibit a gra- good architectural drawings, and tifying combination of the high qua- Miss Byrne has some elegant groupes lities of genuine art. Mr. Cristall of flowers and fruit. Varley's Dehas not contributed so many as on struction of Tyre is but little to our some former occasions, but among liking. Robson, with considerable the few subjects which bear his sig- talent, has not made so much innature we observed two or three provement as we had anticipated ; rich classical adaptations of scenery he is in some danger of getting and figures. Barret has furnished feeble and mannered. Some of the some delightful compositions and most attractive paintings in the colviews; his colouring and execution lection are from the indefatigable * “ Mercy on us! We hope," as Mrs. Malaprop says,

you are not like Cerber us, three gentlemen at once!”

+ Mr. Jarus scems disposed not only to take up “ all that sort of thing,” but “ euery thing in the world.

# See English Correspondence in general.

S Let Janus go himself, and be thawed into an article, as he has undertaken “ all that sort of thing."

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