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right libels ; one, who possesses a tolerable knowl
the men and the matter, ventures to differ ver:
from such a conclusion. Fidelity is their chief ci:
and of course those who did not

to bey painted au naturel, objected to the colour-
ing or drawing of the portrait. It was published
anonymously as to authorship, by Blackwood. To keep
up the incognito, a sketch of LOCKART himself is intro-
duced into the book, done, however, it is said by Professor
WILSON. lt is as follows :—" It was on this occasion that
I had an opportunity of seeing and conversing with Mr.
LOCKHART, who, as well as Mr. WILsoN, is supposed to
be one of the principal supporters of this Magazine
(Blackwood's), and so of judging for myself concerning
an individual who seems to have cared very little how
many enemies he raised up among those who were not
personally acquainted with him. Owing to the statirical
vein of some of the writings ascribed to his pen, most
persons whom I have heard speak of him, seemed to have
been impressed with the notion, that the bias of his
character inclined towards an unrelenting subversion of
the pretensions of others. But I soon perceived that here
was another instance of the incompetency of the crowd to
form any rational opinion about persons of whom they see

only pa'rtial glimpses, and hear only distorted repre-
sentations. I was not long in his company ere I was con-
vinced that those elements which form the basis of his
mind could never find their satisfaction in mere satire,
and that if the exercise of penetration had afforded no
higher pleasure, nor led to any more desirable result than
that of detecting error, or exposing absurdity, there is no
person who would sooner have felt an inclination to
abandon it in despondency and disgust. At the same
time, a strong and ever-wakeful perception of the ludicrous
is certainly a prominent feature in his composition, and
his flow of animal spirits enables him to enjoy it keenly
and invent it with success. I have seen, however, very

few persons whose minds are so much alive and awake
throughout every corner, and who are so much in the ,
habit of trying and judging everything by the united tact
of so many qualities and feelings all at once." Iu the
year after the publication of this work, he was married to
Somm. SCOTT, the eldest and favourite daughter of Sir
WALTER, whom she more resembled in person, features,
and mental qualities than any other of his children. By
this maariage he had several children, of whom the eldest,
JOHN HUGH, was a great favourite with his grandfather,
and to him " The Tales of a Grandfather" were inscribed ;
this youth, who was very amiable, died in his eleventh
year. In the year of his marriage, LOCKHART published
4"
Valerius, a Roman Story," full of vigour, and imbued
with fine feeling. This was followed by " Mathew Wald,"
" Adam Blair," Reginald Dalton," and " Gilbert Earle ;"
and in 1825-6 he published his "Life of Burns." He was
also author of an interesting collection of " Spanish
Ballads," translated from the Spanish. In 1825 he suc-
ceeded the famous GIFFORD as editor of the Quarterly
Review, which induced him to settle in London. Sub-
sequent to the death of his father-in-law, Sir WALTER
SCOTT, LOCKHART wrote his life—a work which, though
large, is deservedly popular. On Friday last, his remains
were laid in the tomb beside those of his father-in-law
and his family in the Abbey of Dryburgh.
Many of the wittols of literature, and some of the most
virulent of political partizans, affect to reprobate the
career of LOCKHART, and find a morbid satisfaction in
cataloguing the details of his domestic bereavements and
his family afflictions ; parading these before the public,
in glaring juxtaposition with their list of his assumed
delinquencies, unforgetful that a living ass may kick at a
dead lion, which, when alive, he dared not look on. In
the person of Mr. Morava:a, the last of that galaxy of
genius which originated Blackwood's Magazine has
passed away. The better portion of forty years has
elapsed since these pioneers of periodical literature, in its
highest sense, broke ground in Maga. Among these
were numbered WILSON, LOCKHART, HOGG (the Ettrick
Shepherd), Sir WALTER SCOTT (occasionally), Morn
(Delta), Meoxisir (the modern Pythagorean), MACGINN,
and, though last, not least in estimation and regard, Old
Ebony himself, a mainstay and bond of union among the
volatile and joyous band.
Wednesday evening was tha time of a great event for
some people in London. On that occasion, the twenty-
fourth anniversary of the last Polish insurrection, M.
KossuTn embraced the opportunity of showing the
British people how grossly stupid they are in pursuing
the war against Russia. To fight against Russia he does
not deny to be in itself a right and proper thing; but to
do it in alliance with Louis NAPOLEON, and without the
aid of the Magyar oracle, is contrary to true policy, at
variance with common sense, and an outrage on decency.
M. KOSSUTH has a happy disregard for the usual political
and social amenities ; and, like the Irishman at Donny-
brook, has a quarrel which requires settlement with every
man in and out of the fair. He has, in his own estima-
tion, a right to hit all round, and all round in safe con-
dition he goes. He abuses M. ST. ARNAUD and Lord
RAGLAN for not attacking the northern forts at Sebas-
topol, and conducting the war as he would have done,
forgetting the fact that, in the only instance where he had
an opportunity of carrying on war, according to his own
plan of tactique, he ran away and left it. He disap-
proves of Russia and dislikes Austria ; he contemns
Prussia and hates France, although he confesses to a
sneaking affection for LEDRU ROLLIN; he rather admires
English hospitality, but dislikes the meanness which
refuses to go on a European crusade to establish some

wild republican dream, rejoicing in KOSSUTH for a chief
director. In short, he rants and further tears his ragged
fustian till it will fit no place or season, time or climate;
and so he stands forth a liv'mg illustration of our liberal
sentiments and free institutions, while he unmeasuredly
abuses both:

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