The Sun.
London, England, 1863-09-24 00:00:00

verse by verse, making remarks on each. The
lark that sings the stars asleep :' Did I mean to say
that the lark sung after the stars begun to shine ?
I said no : but that this bird rising in the early
morn before the stars began to fade, and continuing
to sing while they were one after the other disap-
pearing, might in a poetic sense be supposed to sing
them asleep. Said it was beautiful, but did not
strike one at first. ' The merle that wakes their
beam :' Ho had often admired the song of the
merle while he was wandering in the haft simmer
gloamin'. The wagtail by the forest-spring or
lonely waterfall:' Said that he had been once
taken to sea a painting of a waterfall, by a very
clever artist, one Harvey, that he had noticed a
bird sitting on a stone at the bottom of it ; he had
turned to a friend and said, this must be a wagtail.
His friend, who was a naturalist, said, No; it is a
waterpyet or ousel; and that this bird was more fre-
quently found in these situations than the wagtail: I
would not agree to this ; said that what I had written
was from actual observation. That the ousel was a
comparatively rare bird, but that it was always to be
seen walking about the margin of the lonely linns ;
and that I saw several last time I was in Killoch
Glen. Said he knew that sweet little glen, and he was
glad I had stuck to my point, as his observations
and mine were in accordance with each other.
The red-breast wailing sad alone :' He did not
think the robin's song a sad one. When he lived
last in the country, one came morning and evening,
and sung sitting on the top of his pig house, and
he always thought it a very lightsome and blithe
song; he used to be quite charmed with it, but
singing, as it did alone, at the fa' o' the leaf, there
was no doubt but it excited melancholy feelings—
this was wholly owing to the associations, however.
I said it was probably so, but it appeared sad to
me, and I wrote as I felt. I said I had been to
see poor Ferguson's grave that morning ; and
while musing there, a red-breast had burst into
song on a poplar tree in the churchyard, and that it
had struck toe as a very sad song indeed. He as-
sented. Familiar as a mother's voice:' He was
not quite sure of this—there was familiarity in a
mother's voice, but there was a great deal more ;
it might pass,however. Matchless mottled breast
Thought it would be better without matchless.
'Wells of glee' was a strong phrase, but beautiful,
applying both to throstle and merle, and he thought
there was strength enough without matchless.'
* * * These are the principal remarks he made on
the piece—it was well worth the pains of polishing,
and all short poems should be attended to in this
respect. When he had read it he folded it carefully
up, placed it in a small rosewood box lying on the
table, saying at the same time, I must take care of
this.' He asked what part of Paisley I worked in,
and said he was sorry to go to that place now—
the old familiar faces were nearly all gone, even
the houses, he scarcely knew them now. There
were cnly two families that he knew—the Lonses
in the Sneddon, and some old ladies named Orr,
somewhere in Causeyside. He minded the Looses,
they came from England when boys ; and he re-
membered very well that he envied their roast
beef and plum-pudding dinner, when he only got
his parritch and milk. When he was last in Paisley
he went to see the garden outside the town, where
he used to go for gooseberries, and to look for
birds' nests when a boy. He had gone into some
old haunt of his childhood (a garden), when an
old woman came out and looked after him, as much
as to say, I'm no very sure about you;' he said
he was glad to walk off. He had known very little
of Tannehill until very recently. He said he had
left Paisley when a boy, before Tannahill's time,
and was in England for a lengthened period; and
somehow, even when he came on visits to his
native place, his friends had never spoken to him
of the weaver bard. Talking of Wordsworth, he
said that he had met him when a young man in
England ; Wordsworth's poetry was then very
' much ridiculed, even his most beautiful productions.
I said that Wordsworth was much indebted to him
for the high degree of popularity he now enjoyed;
that it was, for instance, almost altogether through
his writings on Wordsworth's poetry that I knew
auything of it. He considered this great poet had
been unfairly treated, and he had done what he
could to place his writings before the public in their
proper light. He did not think that Wordsworth
would ever be very popular, it was only the few
who could devote a considerable portion of thought
to his works, who could perceive the peculiar
beauties of bis poetry. *
So we shook bands,
.
and I came a way with a heart rinin' ower grafi.
tude, pride, and love to the greatest mind I have
ever met, or in all likelihood ever may meet in this
world."

Richard Wagner is gone to Pesth, where he will
conduct a series of concerts.
THE ENGLISH AND FRENCH ARMIES in 1863.4
showed by a series of elaborate returns, under the
respective military budgets of the two nationa, that the
total effective English army is 147,118 ; that of the Freneh,
355,187. The cost per head of the effective and non-effec-
tive English, numbering 147,118 men, is £94 ls.
while that of the French effectice and non effective forces
of 400,000 is £43 98. 4.3. per head.

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