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" Stormy hills, did ye pro`ert him, that o'erlook Culloden's plain
Dabbled with the heather hlo,soms red as life-drops of the slain
Did ye hide your hunted children from the vengeance of the foe;
Did ye rally back the flying for one last despah inc. blow ?
No! the kingdom is the Saxon's, and the humbled clans obey,
And our bones must rot in exile who disdain usurper's sway.

He is sunk in wine's oblivion for whom Highland blood wir

shed.
Whom the wretched cateran Olen-

..ed, with a price upon hi

Beaten down like hounds by scourging, crouching from their

Master's sight

And I tread my native mountains, as a robber, in the night;
Spite of tempest, spite of danger, hosti e man and hostile sea,
Gory field of sa,, Culloden, I have come to gaze on thee I"

So he pluck',l a tuft of heather that was blooming at hi, foot,
That was nourish'd by dead kinsmen, and their bones were at

its roots ;
With a sigh to took the blossom, and he strode unto the strand,
Where his Danish crew awa ted with a motley .her band;
Brief the parley, swift his sailing with the tide, and ne'er again
Saw the Moray Firth the stranger or the schooner of the Dane.

NOTICES.

THE MAGAZINES AND PERIODICALS

Blackwo9d's Magazine.—Ttiis periodical for the pre-
sent month is rich in interesting matter. Amongst the
best papers are—" New Scottish Plays and Poems" ;
" The Death of Tumulacarregue," by Li Put.-Col. How-
den; and " The Last Recollections of Napoleon." We
may, however, be committing injustice by making a se-
lection where all is excellent.

The Fortunes of Turlogh O'Brien increases in inte-
at. We gave a r•tirring extract in our last.

The Dublin University Magazine for this month con-
tains some excellent articles. Of " Irish Rivers—the
Shaunln," we have three more chapters, full of beauty
of description, and most tantalising to the lover of fine
scenery and antiquarian reliques. Carleton's " Black
Prophet " is thus far equal to any of his p-ist tales; and
we have also some excellent poetry and criticism. In
our last publication we extracted largely from this fa-
vourite periodical.

The Knight of Gwynne, by Lever, in this number
sbews us this fine specimen of an " old Irish gentleman"
submitting gracefully to his fallen fortunes. We scarcely
know, however, whether to give the palm to the Knight
or to his friend Mr. Bagenal Daly. It is a treat, in these
days of namby-pambyism and its opposite, downright
Vandalism, to meet with sketches such as these, which
Make us proud of our fellow -countrymen, even amidst
palpable evidences of their failings and weaknesses.

VARIETIES.

" If I am not home from the party to-night at ten
o'clock," said a husband to his better and bigger half,
" don't wait for me." " That I won't," repl'ed the lady
significantly, " I won't wait, but I'll come for you."
The gentleman returned at ten o'clock precisely.
We learn our virtues from the hos-sin friends who love
us; our faults from the enemy who hates us. We cannot
easily discover our real form from a friend ; he is a mirror
on which_the warmth of our breath impedes the clearness

ONE OF ERSKINE'

s PUNS:—He fired off a double bar-

intering his friend Mr. May/ern, at Rams-
gate. The latter observed that his ph% sician bad ordered
him not to bathe. " Oh, then." said Erskine, "you are
Malurn prohibition." "My wife, however," resumed
the other, " does bathe." " Oh, then," said Erskine,
perfectly delighted, " she is Mahon in ae."
USEFUL RECIPES.-To take Stains out of Ivory :
—Make a light paste of sal-volatile, preparceirotrattaireere
oil; rub on the ivory with leather ; afterwards put a little
more on. and leave it to dry, then brush it off.—To Clean
Mother of Pearl :—Wash it in whitin4 and water; soap
destroys the brilliancy —To Clean Japanned or Papier
Machle Artic'es : —Warm water should never be used,
as it is apt to crack the varnish. Olive oil applied with
the hand will speedily remove slight scratches.
A PATTERN FOR WIVES.—The spider has been shame-
fully abused. He is tbe most wonderful little body for
industry, domesticity, cleanliness, and economy. Look at
him! How contentedly he keeps at borne, always to be
found in the middle of his humble circle! How indefati-
gably he carries every thing before him, running, inces-
aantly, from one corner to another, spinning night and
day, almost wearing himself to a thread, with the proud
endeavour of making both ends meet. Pretty spinster,
how I reverence thee! —Almanack of the Month.
A short time ago a shipowner, in getting away a vessel,
had considerable trouble with one of his men, who had got
rather top-heavy on his advance wages. After the vessel
had accomplished her voyage, on settling with the crew. it
Came to this man's turn for settlement. " What name?"
asked the merchant. " Cain,sir," was the reply. "What !"
rejoined the merchant, "are you the man who slew his
brother?" "No, sir," was the ready and witty reply of
Jack. giving his trousers a hithch, with a knowing wink,
" I am the man that was stewed."

re when c

As Goon AS IF IT WERE .rEsoP.—The Nantucket
Islander says the following story was told by a reformed
inebriate as an apology for much of the folly of drunkards :

. .
—" A mouse running about a brewery, happening to run
into a vat of beer, was in imminent danger of drowning, and
appealed to a cat to help him out. 'I he cat replied, 'lt is
a foolish request, for as soon as I get you out I shall eat
you.' The mouse replied, that fate would be better than
to be drowned in beer. The cat lifted him out, but the
fume of the beer caused puss to sneeze, and the mouse took
refuge in his hole. The cat called on the mouse to come
out—' You sir, did you not promise me that I should eat
you?' Ah,' replied the mouse, ' but you know I was in
liquor at the tin,e."

THE SABBATH —The keeping of one day in seven holy,
as a relaxation and refreshment, as well as for public
worship, is of admirable service to the state, considered
merely as a civil institution. It humanises, by the help
of society and conversation, the manners of the lower
classes, which would otherwise degenerate into a sordid
ferocity, and savage selfishness of spirit : it enables the
industrious workman to pursue his occupation in the en-
suing week with health and cheerfulness ; it imprints on
the minds of the people that sense of their duty to God so
necessary to make them good citizens, but yet which
uld be worn out and defaced by an unremitting conti-
ance of labour, without any state d time for calling them
Maker.—. Blackstone.

to the wore
Me Do

w understand the use of the
They were eviiiontly never
cbey promise to become ex-
late warm weather we ob-
on their hind legs drinking
like to have their water like
he fountain." There is no

gar•Equ

served se v
out of the

1 dogs standing
sin. The dogs

;er• beer,

doubt t

preventives against

)y, ugly as they are, we only
em in the metropolis. Notices
tten up, directing the canine species to Tra-

ropliobia, and we

1 there were more of V
1,1 1

falgar-square, with directions, to avoid confusion, that
" they are to sit down with their beads towards Pall-
mall, and to take up with their tails on a line with the
lion's at the top of Northumberland liouse."—Punch.
A WELSH .JUDGE.—Mr. Mitford was also appointed a
judge for three of the counties in South Wales, and made
the circuit for a year or so to deliver empty gaols, and
dispose of such stray cases as could be caught. These
Welsh judges had sufficient leisure to be great sticklers
for their dignity, of which Edgeworth gives an amusing
example :—" My grandfather, the Welsh judge, travelling
over the sands at Beaumaris, as he was going circuit, was
overtaken by the night and by the tide : his coach waz set
fast in a quirkstand ; the water soon rose into the coach,
and his registrar and some other attendants crept out of
the windows and climbed to the, roof. The judge let the
' d with becoming gravity re-
eaties of his attendants, I
1 if you can quote any precedent
-box.' "—Townsend's

ry lips,

for a jud

Lives of 2

'ye Eminent J

...I,,ALING A COIN.---" I was one day sauntering," said
friend C--, " by the tomb of Cecilia Metella, when
a peasant came up with a handful of very dirty.lookirtg
coins, so firmly encrusted with mortar, that it seemed ab-
surd to attempt its removal. Having nothing particular
to do, and liking the wild quiet of the spot, I gave some
haiocchi' to the man ; and taking my seat on a bit of the
old aqueduct, 1 opened my penknife and began to scrape
away. At first I saw the trace of a letter; and digging
round it, lat length disinterred a large M—a Homan M!
It was probably Maximin, or his son Maximus, that I
then had under my thumb •, but it rnighl be a Marinas, in
which case it was a valuable coin; so I wrought on with
renewed vigour, and presently an L was in the field. A
better prospect this than the last ; for if it turned out to
be an LEmilianns, I should have made a good morning's
work of it—and it was so! Little by little, line by line,
grain by grain, I opened the field, till C. Julius ./Ernilia-
nug, Pontiff: Max: in a full epigraphe, shone forth with
the imperial head in full relief, all in the bright emerald
patina. I have seen several lErnilianuaes, but none like
penny."—Blackwood's Meg.
that; and it cost me only a

MRS. TODGERS AND HER FIGHTING SON.—There
was a lady, living at Heidelberg, a kind of Mrs. Todgers,
who kept a lodging and eating house, and had a table
d'hote, where many of the students used to dine. Her
cookery, which at first was tolerably good, by degrees be-
gan to degenerate, and at last grew so intolerable, that al-
though her dinners were the cheapest in the city, her cus-
tomers, one by one, deserted her, and at length she was
formally put under the ban by the chore who used to fre-
quent her establishment. But the Frau Heximar fortu-
nately posses,ed a strapping son, who haprened to be a

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remarkably good swordsman, and he very significantly
gave several members of the chore to understand, that
unless they returned to his mother's banquets, he would
be under the disagreeable necessity of taking compulsory
measures. This threat had the desired effect ; for a few
cf the junior members who had not had time to become
very cunning of fence, grew frightened—they returned.
The cook, anxious to retrieve her credit, put forth all her
skill; a favourable report was brought back to the kneipe,
and Madame Hexirnar's table was as much crowded as
ever.—Dublin University Magazine.
THE MOON IN LORD Ross E's TELESCOPE.—With re-
spect to the moon, every object on its surface of the height
of one hundred feet was now distinctly to be seen ; and,
he had no doubt, that under very favourable circumstances
it would be so with objects sixty feet in height. On its
surface were craters of extinct volcanoes, rocks, and
masses of stones almost innumerable. He had no doubt
whatever that if such a building as he was then in were
upon the surface of the moon, it would be rendered dis-
tinctly visible by these instruments. But there were no
signs of habitations such as ours—no vestiges of architec-
tural remains to show that the moon is or ever was in-
habited by a race of mortals similar to ourselves. It pre-
sented no appearances which could lead to the supposition
that it con.ained anything like the green fields and lovely
verdure of this beautiful world of ours. There was no
water visible—not a sea or a river, or even the measure of
a reservoir for supplying town or factory ; all seemed
desolate. Hence would arise the reflection in the mind
of the Christian philosopher—Why had this devastation
been ? It might be further inquired—Was it a lost world ?
Had it suffered for its transgression? Analogy might sug-
gest the question. Had it met the fate which Scripture
has told us was reserved for our world? It was obvious
that all this was mysterious conjecture.—Dr. Scoresby's
Lecture on Astronomy.

ZUMALACARREGUI possessed great courage, but be
made no show of it. It would have been more brilliant
if be had had more vanity ; and the exposure of his person
was always subservient to some object of utility. He had
a comprehensive view of the military movements, but he
never forgot the peculiar nature of his warfare ; and he
never ambitiously allowed himself to be carried away by

plans or manoeuvres beyond the exigencies of his posit-ion-.
As an administrator in forming reserves, in procuring sup-
plies, in discovering resources, in bringing raw b ttralions

to a state of rough efficiency in the shorteBt possible time,

he was unriralled ; yet his mind was not cramped by de-
tail, and when he descended to minute matters, it was be-
cause they were really important. He was severe and in-
flexible, even taciturn and morose; yet he was extremely
loved by his troops. At the time that he was comman-
der-in-chief, commissary-general and treasurer, and that
all the sums of money, raised or sent, passed through his
hands without a check or a receipt, there never was a
breath raised against the purity of his moral character.
These certainly are the elements out of which great gene-
ral. are made; and it is not irrational to think that, under
o►her circumstances, the same man, this Navarre's,. guer-
rillero, far superior as such to the brave but improvident
Mina, or the active but dull Jauregui, might have ex-
panded into a European hero, and have left a less perish-
able name.— Blackwood's Magazine.
THE COD FISHERY IN NEW BRUNSWICK.—The cod-
fish caught and cored on the shores of Gaspe are gene-
rally of small size, but are much liked in foreign markets,
from their being well preserved. This arises from the

fish being caught near. the shore, and being split and
salted while perfectly fresh and firm. The process of
cleaning the fi,h is carried on in a very neat and expedi-
tious manner. The boats, as soon as they rel urn from

the fishing bank, run alongside a stage, which is built
over the water, on which they are thrown out. The first

twin who handles the fish cuts the throat with a single
stroke of his knife; then he slides it along a sort of table

to another, who whips off the head, and drops it, with the
entrails, through a hole in the table into the water be-
neath, retaining only the liver, which is thrown into a
tierce to make oil. The next man splits the fish, and
takes out the bone ; and on the manner in which these ope-
rations are performed, in a great measure depends the
quality of fish for market. When split, the fish are car-
ried to a large covered building, where, after being well
washed, they are rubbed with salt, and placed in little
flat piles on the floor to drain ; after being sufficiently
struck with salt, tbey are carried to the shingle beach to
dry, or, where there is no beach, are spread on long nar-
row wicker frames, or stages set up for the purpose. The
labour of spreading ani, turning the fish is incessant and
severe: they require to be frequently turned to prevent
their being scorched by the sun, or salt. burnt. The per-
son who turns does so in a systematic manner, with his
right and le t hand alternately, so that no one fish in
thousands may be missed. After the fish are sufficiently
cured, they are collected and laid in small circles, with
the tails outwards; these circles are continually built
upon, each row being larger than the one below it, until
the pile is about three feet high, when the circles begin to
diminish, so as to form a conical roof; this is covered
with birch-bark, and stones are laid upon it. The piles
are thus rendered impervious to the heaviest rains, and in
this position the fish are left to season before being packed
for exaortation.—Echoes from the Backwoods,
RUSSIAN CIVILISATION..--" Peter the Great," says

Mackintosh, " did not civilize Russia : that undertaking
was beyond his genius, great as it was; he only gave the
tempted what was altogether impracticable. No one man
can at once civilize a nation : he can only pot it in the way
of civilization. To complete the fabric must be the work
of continued effort and sustained industry during many
successive generations. That Peter failed in rendering
his people on a level with the other nations of Europe in
refinement and industry, is no reproach to him. It was
impossible to do so in less tban several centuries. The
real particular in which he erred was, that he departed
from the national spirit, that he tore up the national in-
stitutions, violated in numerous instances the strongest
national feelings. He clothed his court and capital in
European dress • but men do not put off old feelings with
the costume of their fathers. Peter's civilisation extended
no further than the surface. He succeeded in inducingan
extraordinary degree of discipline in his army, and the ap.
pearance of considerable refinement among his courtiers.
But it is easier to remodel an army than change a nation ;
and the celebrated boa-mot of Diderot, that the Russians
were " rotten before they were ripe," is but a happy ex-
pression, indicating how much easier it is to introduce the
vices than the virtues of civilisation among an unlettered
people. To this day the civilisation of Russia has never
descended below the higher ranks; and the efforts of the
real patriotic czars who have since wielded the Muscovite
sceptre, Alexander and Nicholas, have been mainly di-
rected to get out of the fictitious career into which Peter
turned the people, and revive with the old institutions the
true spirit and inherent aspirations of the nation. The
immense success with which their efforts have been at-
tended, and the gradual, though still slow descent of civi-
lization and improvement through the great body of the
people, prove the wisdom of the principles on which they
have proceeded. Possibly Russia is yet destined to afford
another illustration of the truth of Montesquieu's maxim,
that no nation ever yet rose to durable greatness but
through institutions in harmony with its spirit. And in

charity let us hope that the words of Peter on his death-
bed have been realised :—" I trust that, in respect of the
good I have striven to do my people, God will pardon my

_ . . . .
sins. 7, —Blackwood's Magazine.
THE FAMILY OF BACH, THE COMPOSER.—in the
Bach family, musical instinct was hereditary. Through

six generations it would be difficult to find two members

of it who did not make music the business of their lives.
A baker of H ungary was the patriarch of this fertile tribe,
the luxuriant stem whence sprung so many wonderful
shoots. At the commencement of th. sixteenth century,
disturbed by the religious wars, Veit Bach abandoned
Presburgh, carrying with him all he could save out of his
small fortune, and reached 'Thuringia, hoping to fii.d
there an asylum and protection. He settled at Wechmar,
a small village at no great distance from Gotha, where he
resumed, at the same time, his profession and his long_
neglected musical studies. Rey any he took his lute
into his mill, cud accompanied on it the sacred melodies
which be sang, in the midst of the noise of the millstones
and wheels. Veit Bach sowed in the souls of his two
sons the seeds of harmony, which they transmitted to
their children in such a degree, that there soon resulted
thence a musical family in possession of the most impor-
tant posts in almost all the provinces or Thuringia
Baths were not all nom of

Certainly t

nius ; yet,

each generation, two may at least be found who distin-
guished themselves. The members of the Bach family
always preserved a tender attachment for one another ;
as they could not all dwell together, and yet wished to
maintain their frank and loyal friendship, they instituted
the custom of meeting once a year in an appointed spot.
When, later, the family had grown more numerous, and
was dispersed out of Thuringia into Upper Saxony,
France, and Italy. this annual meeting subsisted never-
theless. The place of rendezvous was generally Urfurt,
Eisenbach, or Arnstadt. According to the habit of that
period of sanctifying all things by religious practices, di-
rectly after the first embrace., they sang a chorus, It
was at first a grand and majestic chant, a thanksgiving to
God who permitted them to find one another happy and
in good health ; and the music then became sad and slow,
and all knelt down to pray for their deceased relatives;
then all arose, and the chorus ended by a hymn, in which
the fathers called down all the blessings of Heaven on the
heads of their children. No stranger was admitted to
gaze on this first effusion of love, and the peolle of the
inn, who, attracted by the noise, came to listen at the
door, could not hear without emotion the harmonious
concert of so many voices of the same family ; for in the
same way that the Bachs resembled one another in vigour
of body and in features, so their voices, without being
perfectly sim;lar, had amongst them resemblances which
were striking, especiall when hearing the weak and shrill
voice of the child rising up with that of its father, which
sustained it in harmony, as the sparrow sustains in the air
its little ones whose feathers are beginning to grow. Af-
ter this pious beginning they sat down to table, and sup-
ped joyously. At the end of the repast, music recom-
menced—only hymns gave way to national songs, for
these men first remembered they were Christians, then
Germans—after God their native land. These choruses
set the whole town in commotion; the passers-by col-
lected in groups round the house. The officious inn-
keeper introduced, with an air of protection, those who
sent their incomes most assiduously in his house, and
left the others waiting in vain at the door. It has been
said that the Bacha had improvised at these meetings se-
veral airs which have since become popular. We think
that they merely varied them, as the primitive ideas of
these rat lo lies are to be found in a s olection printed at
Nienna inls42.—Freeer's Magazine.