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CONTENTS. 1. Horæ Germanicæ, No. XII. The Pilgrimage, a Drama, by the Ba

ron la Motte Fouquè.-II. Ode on the Olden Time-Notes.—III. Morsels of Melody-No. I. The Invitation-No. II. The Separation -No. III. The Dreary Moor-No. IV. The Evening Lake,No. V. The Marble Heart—No. VI. The Evening Star.-IV. Lamb's Translation of Catullus.-V. The Florida Pirate. - VI. On the Probable Influence of Moral and Religious Instruction on the Character and Situation of Seamen. No. II.-VII. Inch Keith Beacon.— VIII. The Invocation.—IX. The Landscape.-X. The Wanderer of Connaught. -XI. Elegy on a Country Maiden.—XII. The Sons of Mooslim. -XIII. Sir Thomas Browne's Letters to a friend.-XIV. The Plague of Darkness, a Dramatic Scene from the Exodus.—XV. The Last Plague-Notes.-XVI. On Psalm-Singing in our Churches, with some Observations upon the proposed " Additional Psalmody." -XVII. The Forgers.--XVIII. Works preparing for Publication. -XIX. Monthly List of New Publications.-XX. Monthly Register--Commercial Report-Appointments, Promotions, &c.-Births, Marriages, and Deaths.

EDINBURGH:

WILLIAM BLACKWOOD, NO. 17, PRINCE'S STREET, EDINBURGH ;

AND T. CADELL AND W. DAVIES, STRAND, LONDON.

EDINBURGH MAGAZINE.

No. LV.

SEPTEMBER, 1821.

VOL. X.

Contents

tory

mann. 149

The New-Forest Paliper.ammatino 123 | On Coplestone's Inquiry into the Doc.
Prospective Letter concerning Poetry 125 trines of Necessity and Predestina;
Notices of old English Comedies. No.

tion. Letter I.

192 I. Eastward Hoem

woon 127 Martin, the Carder, a West-Meathian Adventure in the North-west Terri.

Tale

199 137 FamiliarEpistles to Christopher North, Sclavonic Traditional Poetry

145 from an Old Friend with a New Zaboy, Slawoy, and Ludeck. A Face, Letter II. On Anastasius, Sclavonian Talecano

by Lord Byron.mn

200 Expedition against the Pirates of the The Voyages and Travels of Colum

Gulf of Persia. 1819-20.com.mm 151 bus Secundus. Chap. XI. and XII. 206 Timbuctoo and Mungo Park minimum 158 Dr Scott's Return from Paris !!!com 214 A Short Vocabulary of the Time Expostulation with Mr Barker.com. 216 bucton Language.com

160 Familiar Epistles to Christopher Letter from Bill Truck, inclosing “The North, from an Old Friend with a Man-of-war's-man.

Chap. I...om 161 New Face. Letter III. On the PerThe Steam-Boat No. VII. Lon. sonalities of the Whigs and the Outdon Adventures

166 cry against Magamancaman...cocomas 217 Tale XI. The Effigies

168 The late Queen.com Tale XII. The Broken Heart 170 The King's Visit to Ireland

224 On Feldberg's Denmark

172 Epigram from the Danish of Thaarupan

176

WORKS PREPARING for PUBLICA

TIONaman
Ballad, by Professor Molbechamom 178
Why are Poets indifferent Critics ?

180 Gracious Rain

mucosa 186 MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLI. A Mother's Dirge over her Child 187 Morsels of Melody. Part II. meron

188 No. VII. The Pillow of the

MONTHLY REGISTER.
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ib. No. VIII. Come, Mary, to me! 189 Commercial Report maranamamanmaqe 232 No. IX. To Betsy

ib. Appointments, Promotions, &c. No. X. The Evening Invitation 190 Births, Marriages, and Deaths manera 238 No. XI. Absence

ib. No. XII. The Wanderer's Adieu 191

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EDINBURGH:

WILLIAM BLACKWOOD, No. 17, PRINCE'S STREET, EDINBURGH ;

AND T. CADELL AND W: DAVIES, STRAND, LONDON ;

To whom Communications (post paid) may be addressed.

SOLD ALSO BY ALL THE BOOKSELLERS OF THE UNITED KINGDOM.

JAMES BALLANTYNE & CO. PRINTERS, EDINBURGH.

BLACKWOOD'S

EDINBURGH MAGAZINE,

No. LIII. & No. LIV.

For AUGUST, 1821.

CONTENTS OF No. LIII.-(Being the last No. of Vol. IX.) 1. Horæ Ġermanicæ. No. XII. The Pilgrimage, a Dramá, by the Baron la

Motte Fouqué.-II. Ode on the Olden Time.-III. Morsels of Melody.İV. Lamb's Translation of Catullus.-V. The Florida Pirate.—VI. On the Probable Influence of Moral and Religious Instruction on the Character and Situation of Seamen. No. II. VII. Inch Keith Beacon.–VIII. The Invocation.-IX. The Landscape.—X. The Wanderer of Connaught.—XI. Elegy on a Country maiden.—XII. The Sons of Mooslim.

XIII. Sir Thomas Browne's Letter to a Friend.-XIV. The Plague of Darkness, à Dramatic Scene from the Exodus.-XV. The Last Plague.-XVI. On Psalm-Singing in our Churches, with some Observations upon the Proposed “ Additional Psalmody.-XVII. The Forgers.-XVIII. Works preparing for Publication.-XIX. Monthly List of New Publications.-XX. Monthly Register, &c.

CONTENTS of No. LİV.-Being the first No. of Vol. X.) 1. Epistle Preliminary.-II. The Steam-Boat. No. VI. (Poyage Third.) Tale

10. A Jeanie Deans in Love. Part Second. The Preparations. Part Third. the Coronation.- III. Account of a Coronation-Dinner at Edinburgh.-IV. The Voyages and Travels of Columbus Secundus. Chapters 7, 8, 9, and 10. -V. Familiar Epistles to Christopher North, from an Old Friend with a New Face. Letter I. On Hogg's Memoirs.-VI: The Modern British Drama. No. I. The Fatal Unction; a Coronation Tragedy. By Lælius * * * * *, M. D.--VII. “ Fifæana." No. 1.–VIII. Characters of Living Authors, by Themselves. No. I.-IX. Essays on Cranioscopy, Craniology. Phrenology, &c. By Sir Toby Tickletoby, Bart. Chapters 1, 2, and 3.X. The Muses Welcome to the High and Mightie Prince James, &c.—XI Remark on Bishop Corbet's Poems.—XII. Ode on the King's Landing ir Ireland. - XIII. A Welcome to his Majesty George IV. on his Arrival ir Ireland.-XIV. Excellent New Song, Composed and Sung by James Scott Esq. M. D. 19th July.—XV. Extempore Effusion, Sung with great Effec by Morgan O'Doherty, Esq. 19th July.—XVI. Sylvanus Urban and Chris topher North-XVII. Continuation of Don Juan.-XVIII. An Expostu latory Round Robin from Fourteen Contributors.—XIX, The Finish.

By publishing this extra Number, the Eleventh Volume will commence

at the regular period in January.

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THE NEW-FOREST PAUPER. I

A Lyrical Ballad. The Justice, in his elbow-chair,

Though age so gently press'd him, he Sat, while a Parish Overseer,

By accident was not uncross'd ; At much expence of breath and action, It was the rougher foe to him, 14 And eke in high dissatisfaction,

And robb'd him of a precious limb, Address'd his worship's ear.

His left-side arm was lost. His tale in brief (though brevity

Thus maim'd, yet he, you still would say, He studied not) was that a Pauper, From no inglorious stock was bred ; Who of the parish claimed support,

He bore an air of hardihood, Pray'd for this bounty in a sort

Of freedom breathed from the wild wood, Most monstrous and improper.

Where his prime life was led. The needy wretch had strongly begg'd

With open front he stood a picture d. Some pittance to his share might fall;

And though his frock gave you to trace, - With which, to manage as he may, By the loose dangling sleeve, his loss, Nor drone his scrap of life away

It did not mar his port; he was He Within the work-house wall.

A model still of rustic grace. This to the man in office seem'd

This thread-bare frock, unicouthly patchd, A favour inadmissible.

Badge of the craft he erst had plied, - 'Twas casting on the house a slur, A forest livery had been ; And on him too, the officer,

And then in colour 'twas as green Who govern'd it so well.

As leaves in summer-tide. The applicant of whom he spake,

But now its joyous gloss was gone In hale old age before them stood ; For suns, and winds, and dews, and showers, Time had not shorn his temples bare, Had robb'd it of it's honours bright, But on them his once chesnut hair And changed it to the rusty plight In sowy whiteness flow'd.

Of autumn's soberer bowers.

Such was old Arthur Bromfield_such
His bearing in his low estate.
His free vocation stamp'd his mien,
For in New-Forest he had beer.
Groomkeeper till of late ;

There was a sparkling in his eyes,
The after-gleam of past enjoyment ;
And his complexion, fresh and clear,
Deroted, that in open air
Had lain his old employment.
Upright he stood, and unabashed,
And gave to view a manly frame,
Such as in former times had been
The champion of the village green,
And chief in every game.

Vol. X.

And wish'd it still, and had been able,
But for his hapless mutilation,
Which chanced when with the verd'rors he
In venison season merrily
Pursued his occupation.

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'Twas his to watch the antler'd herd, “ And when it nigh'd to Christmas-tide, Which peering pass'd in mute alarm, I cut the holly's glorious bough, But as he got into an oak,

To deck our parish-church withal ; A branch decay'd beneath him broke, And some I carried to the hall, And thence he lost his arm.

With merry misletoe. “Well, Arthur,” said the Magistrate, “ Such were my shifts, poor helps they were " What in thy favour can'st aver ? For eking out those means of mine :There must, forsooth, be weighty cause But now my wits are at an end, To reckon thee, 'gainst parish laws, And I shall thankfully depend An out-door pensioner ?”

On what your worship may assign.” “An' please your honour," quoth old Ar. Spake the Overseer :-“ His worship will thur,

Give us an order to receive you “ I know nought of their rules about it; Into the House.”-A spot of ire But this I will make bold to say,

Glow'd on the veteran's cheek like fire : I'd scorn to take the parish pay,

Said he,

My presence would but grieve Could I earn bread without it.

you. “ Born in the woods, up from a boy “ I've lived among the ranging deer, I've been a roving forester,

Till leaves and greensward, air and light, And fairly earn'd, till latterly,

I almost need as much as they : My food, and fire, and livery,

And where my blithe companions stray, By keeping the King's deer.

Those haunts cannot quit. “ Three years are gone since this befel ;" * Your house to me would be a prison ; And here he touch'd his empty sleeve. For I've in open forest spent “ And though no longer fit to be

My threescore years, without controul ;A forest-groom, yet zealously

No,-give the smallest weekly dole, By my own work I strove to live.

And I'll be gratefully content.” The

ranger gave a bounty, when “ It cannot be," quoth the Overseer.From service I was forced to go,

The Justice nodded in assent, And with it I two years was fed ;

And said with mildness,“ That retreat, Since which this hand has got me bread, From what you apprehend of it, And that with hard ado.

Will prove far different.”

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