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statement, and said that he knew for certain that it , letter from the Rev. J. O. Sullivan (chaplain to R. N. was Lord Byron's, and that it was written by the and M. School, Phænix Park), which appears in the noble author while he was upon the continent. last volume (No. 10) of the Annual Biography and A third made a claim in behalf of a literary surgeon, Obituary (pages 78 and 79) in which he states (what who, he stated, had written it in his own presence. I had heard him more than once mention) that the Many others also laid claim to the authorship of the poem alluded to was commenced one evening in his

Meantime their real author, the Rev. C. company by Mr Wolfe,—that the occasion which Wolfe, had died; and his literary remains, with a gave rise to it was a passage which he had just read beautifully written memoir of his life, were pub- aloud for him, from the Edinburgh Annual Register, lished by the Rev. Archdeacon Russell, who had been -and that the first and last stanzas were actually one of the poet's most intimate friends. In this composed in the course of the same evening, and volume, among other poems, was included the one were recited to him by the author before he had in question ; but no particular evidence was adduced committed them to paper. The other stanzas he of its being Wolfe's. Blackwood's Magazine, in re- completed within a very short time after. I presume viewing the book, called upon its editor to furnish it would be tedious and unnecessary to accumulate proof of its really being his. This Russell at once additional proofs, and that enough has been adduced did in a letter to Blackwood, from which we give the to remove every remaining doubt from your mind following extract :-“I feel myself called upon by upon the validity of Mr Wolfe's claims as the author the concluding paragraph in your late review of of the poem in question. I shall not, therefore, sir, • The Remains and Memoirs of the Rev. C. Wolfe,' trespass further upon your pages than to thank you to give you without delay the evidence you request most sincerely for your kind offer to insert this as to his claims to the authorship of the lines on the letter in your widely circulated and popular magaburial of Sir John Moore, upon which you bestow zine." such just commendation.

This evidence, surely, ought to have set the “As I believe your magazine was the first periodi- question at rest for ever, but such was not the case. cal in which they appeared, and as another poem Literary circles still continued to have each their (by some mistake ascribed to the same author) was author of the precious ode ; nay, some of the coteries published in a subsequent number, I conceive that were so fortunate as to possess two, sometimes even you are fully entitled to the fullest satisfaction I can three claimants, and, after a silence of some years upon give upon the subject.

the subject, the controversy was again opened in the Allow me, sir, however, before I proceed, to offer early part of the year 1841, when a Scotch clergy man you my thankful acknowledgment for the cordial published a newspaper letter, in which he asserted that and liberal spirit of criticism with which you have a certain schoolmaster was the real author of the lines, reviewed the Remains' of my valued and lamented and had only been prevented by modesty from claiming friend. I cannot but feel gratified that you so justly the poem as his own. Proof was entered into at appreciated his literary and religious character, and some length by the reverend gentleman to make out that you also notice so kindly the manner in which his case, and it certainly appeared plausible enough. I have attempted to perform the duty allotted to me, The Rev. Archdeacon Russell, however, ever on the in presenting before the public a faithful sketch of watch to protect the fame of his friend, again took his life, and select specimens of his well-directed up the question, and, by a reiteration of his former genius.

and the production of much new evidence on the “From the general tenor of your observations, I question, settled it for ever in favour of Mr Wolfe, cannot indeed mistake the spirit in which you re. and the new claimant was obliged to confess that he quire more explicit proof that he was the author of had been imposing on his friends. the popular lines to which I have given a place This, the last of the controversies, produced some among his poems. I certainly hoped that I had so discussion, and as fruits of it we have the pleasure circumstantially detailed the origin of the poem, and of quoting some excellent remarks by Mr Hugh the way by which it first got into circulation, and Miller on literary larceny, and also an exquisite that I had supplied the corrections (which I had criticism on the ode itself. stated to be from his own manuscript) in such a “ Every age produces its ill-balanced minds, manner as plainly to intimate that I was writing its men of large vanity and little sense, who, in from my own actual knowledge of the true author. their uneasy thirst for notoriety, are content to As the claim which had been advanced for Lord run the great risk of being infamous as impostors Byron was immediately withdrawn, and all other for the exceeding slender chance of being famous as claims had shrunk away soon after publication of authors; and exceedingly slender in such cases the the unequivocal statement of Dr Miller and J. S. chance always is. People have lodged false claims Taylor, Esq., and the testimony of many other highly to the more solid possessions of earth, and have sucrespectable names, I thought it unnecessary to enter ceeded. There have been many cases in which the into any particular detail of evidence. It did not law has stripped honest men of their rightful possesindeed occur to me to state Mr Wolfe's own declara- sions, and made them over to knaves.

Usurpers tion of himself as the author, in which omission I have died in their beds, and left kingdoms to their may probably have been wrong ; however, I have children. But, alas ! for literary pretenders. The now, sir, the happiness to give the very proof you possessions that lie on the sunny, though barren prescribe by assuring you, that Mr Wolfe did actually slopes of Parnassus seem inalienable from their true declare to me that the poem on the burial of Sir John owners; there appears to be no possibility of breakMoore (now printed among his remains) was his own ing the entails that are registered there; and the composition. He wrote it out for me soon after it fact is strikingly illustrated by the miserable illwas completed, expressly avowing himself the author. fortune of attempts such as that of the Bath gentleI can also testify that he made the same declaration man who wrote M-Kenzie's 'Man of Feeling, after to many acquaintances in college, among whom I M-Kenzie had written it first, of the gentleman have authority at this moment to name the Rev. C. who composed, with similar assistance, Akeneide's Dickinson (chaplain of the French Orphan House). Pleasures of Imagination,'-and of the last party I beg leave, in conclusion, to refer to an extract of a l who produced in the same way Wolfe's celebrated


ode on the burial of Sir John Moore. In every such In an instant the wall was scaled. I am right: this instance has the unhappy aspirant grasped at cele- must be the churchyard where reposes the leading poet brity, and attained to but an unenviable notoriety.

of the age in which he lived. Here, then, the bones of “Linked with the fool that fired the Ephesian dome.'”

the poor curate are mouldering in their native soil, and he, before whose satire the many had trembled, and

beneath whose lash Hogarth himself had writhed, is left “Who is it that relishes poetry, and does not “to dumb forgetfulness a prey,” in a spot so obscure that admire the Ode? Men's hearts would have found even in a little sea-coast town it is a matter of difficulty it out without the aid of criticism, even had not

to discover it. Byron pronounced it the finest of modern times where the numerous graves were indicated by the rising

Leaping quickly from the wall into the cemetery, Does it not seem as if it had grown out of the cir- hillocks of snow, I waded towards the quarter where I cumstances it describes !--as if it had been poured had been informed the remains of the satirist were forth on that terrible night-a melodious embodiment interred. of sorrow and tenderness from the heart of a great After examining the tomb, I was retiring slowly where army, saved by the wisdom and bravery of him I had entered, casting a casual glance at the thick whom, in saving them, they had lost. The burial deaths of half a century," when a venerable, but blackseems scarce half an hour over. The story is told ened ruin, at the farther end of the cemetery attracted with a heart full to the bursting. Every circum- my attention. Altering my course, I moved towards it, stance on which we know grief fondly lays hold giving a loose conjecture as to the purposes and date of rises up before us as if there had been no intervening corner of the ground, a female form, kneeling by a grave; art of the poet, for the communicating medium is her dark habiliments of woe and mourning affording the forgotten in the feeling conveyed. The hurried and strongest contrast to the newly fallen snow. silent funeral,—the uncoffined corpse,—the gloom The luxury of grief has not been altogether unknown partially broken by the solitary lanthorn and the to me in this our pilgrimage of sorrow; neither have I struggling moonbeam,—the brief and hard-breathed been quite without experience of that jealous sensation prayer,--the deep but silent grief, too big to find which comes over us, when intruded on by the unwelcome vent in tears or lamentations,—the long stedfast presence of a stranger. I therefore stopped my career, gaze on the face of the dead, -and the bitter, bitter and hesitated as to whether I should retreat altogether, thought of the morrow: The enemy will be here, or wait and see the result. and they will tread over him! When ever did human

Dear woman stands not alone in the matter of curiosity, sorrow find more perfect utterance ? Fain would and in my case it prevailed. Ten minutes wearily stole

but no motion was to be observed in the form of they have smoothed down the lonely pillow,-grief the mourner, and an additional space of time of the like luxuriates in such offices ; but it forms no light duration might in all probability have followed to the portion of the agony of this wretched hour that

same purpose, had I not risen, and with some alarm they cannot indulge in these. Scarce have they warily approached the spot. She appeared lifeless : in committed the beloved of all to his narrow bed, - an instant I was at her side. Her rank was evidently scarce have they accomplished half their task, when that of the upper order; her dress, the deepest mourning, the signal calls them away—the bell tolls, and the devoid of ornament. Two fair and tiny bands, clasped silence of the night is yet farther broken by the

as if in supplication, contained a lock of hair ; the sudden firing of the enemy: Who need be told that and were rigid with cold : while dark tresses, straying in

muscles of the arm had fallen relaxed upon the snow, the verse which embodies feelings and imagery such wild confusion, shaded her perfect, but colourless features. as these, and which thus embalms sorrow, and ren- It was a bitter day, and without the loss of another ders it immortal, is poetry of the highest order, or second, I loosened my cloak from my neck, and swathing who is there that feels at all, who does not feel it to her fragile form within its ample folds, pressed my lovely be such ?”

burden to my bosom, to restore, if not yet too late, some of that vital warmth which exposure had chilled.

Casting around me an anxious glance, partly with the PERILS OF THE PREVENTIVE SERVICE.

design of seeing if any aid were near, and partly in Come on, sir, here's the place : stand still :-how fearful hesitation as to what course I should adopt, my eye fell And dizzy 'tis to cast one's eyes so low!

on a tombstone, at whose base we now were. The inShakspeare.

scription ran thus : “Dover-Dover," I repeated to myself; " is there not “ Sacred to the memory of Lieutenant Frederick Walden some spot—some relic endeared from reminiscences of of the Coast Guard Blockade.the past, to be viewed at Dover ? ” and musingly I "Fighting” and “glory" were the only words which I paused at the craving portals. Before me was a dirty had recognized in addition, when my attention was arcoal-quay, where lounged some half-dozen drowsy porters, rested by the sound of voices on the left

. and beside which sprang a grove of masts. At a little “Here she is--here is my poor Caroline,” cried an distance, the post-office, girt about with an impatient aged and lady-like female, making towards us with haste throng, afforded a scene always diversified, and some- and agitation, followed by two servants and a gentleman. times amusing. Around me was a crowd of dirty boys, “She's dead |--my daughter's dead !” she added, with where many a voice was echoing “Shakspeare's cliff frantic eagerness, as she gazed on her pale features; and the way to Shakspeare's cliff, sir !” but not a lip uttered, throwing her arms around the insensible sufferer, the “ Would you see Churchill's tomb ?”—“ Shakspeare's mother wept aloud. cliff and Churchill's tomb! At any rate here are two Such violent grief was not to be of long endurance : objects on which to play the Englishman-but to-night restoratives were administered, and with success. The -no, not to-night-too late-to-morrow with the dawn!” | youthful mourner gradually unclosed her eyelids, and

To-morrow came-breakfast was finished--the usual spoke; but in her glance, and still more plainly in her turns were taken up and down the room, which travellers language, was evinced that most humiliating of human always take, or should take, and after the accustomed woes--the aberration of the immortal mind. stare from the window on the aforesaid coal-quay, which “ Frederick told me he would come--yet-no-it cannow enjoyed a state of repose and cleanliness--repose, not be—I saw him-yes I saw him die.” from the day being Sunday, and cleanliness, from a heavy A convulsive shudder seemed to pass over her-the fall of snow-I sallied forth. By dint of repeated and lips quivered—and her eyelids once more shut out the persevering inquiries, I learnt at length from a bystander, light from eyes, the wildness of whose beauty gave the that the churchyard, containing the object of my pil- beholder pain. grimage, was sitnated behind the market-place.

“To the carriage,” cried the elder lady, speaking

rapidly ; " bear her quick as thought. Mr Morrison,” | predicted, there was towards evening every appearance turning to the gentleman who accompanied her, “ thank of a dark night. Not a sail had passed in sight of the this stranger for me; I am unable to do so as I wish ; and look out, and at night we were to launch forth our boats prevail on him to let us see him at Woodlands. I leave in search of danger and of death. Caroline Massingberd him in your care.” She curtsied and departed.

had, much to Walden's annoyance, become acquainted Turning, I found myself alone with the gentleman, to with the expected arrival of the contraband boat, and whose attentions I had been commended.

fearfully had she watched each coming moon, while every “ You appear ignorant of her story, sir,” he observed successive moonlit evening that appeared was hailed as a to me, as, while standing at the entrance of the cemetery, reprieve from some impending evil. The dreary night we followed with our eyes the retreating carriage. at length drew on, and in a note sent to Walden imme

“Your conjecture is correct: I am merely a wanderer diately after breakfast, she expressed her gloomy foreand a traveller. They set me down last night at the bodings and anxious wish that he would see her in the Ship Hotel. This morning I strolled forth to look at evening previous to starting. He dined with me; and Churchill's grave and Shakspeare's cliff. Thus far had I often did I remark an expression of sadness stealing over proceeded, when as I before remarked, I found that lady his face like a cloud drifting over a harvest field ; passing lying on the grave of

rapidly, it left the surface behind illumined with its for“Frederick Walden,” said he, closing the sentence. mer sun-true—but the glow at each succession was less “Poor Frederick !" he continued; "a dear--an intimate vivid than before. friend of mine. 'Tis a sad tale--your looks, sir, express At the close of the meal he rose hastily, and hurried your wish to hear it; and if you will accept my poor away to Woodlands. services as guide to the cliff, your wishes shall be grati- “How rejoiced I am to see you!” was Caroline's fied."

welcome on his arrival. I bowed in acquiescence, accepted his proffered arm, “You see I am all equipped,” he returned, " in expectaand we walked forward.

tion of the lugger's approach. Come, let us walk to the sea."

“And must you positively set off to-night? Cannot It is little more than a year-nay, not so much—it was this perilous service proceed without you? Would to but last spring that I became acquainted with the heaven you were already free from it! An indefinable deceased. He had just been appointed to the station of -an unaccountable dread—but I ought not-nay, I will R-, which as you know, is one of the posts of the not-attempt to seduce you from your duty. But, coast blockade; at which billet—it is within a short dearest Frederick, do take every care consistent with distance of us—he was to remain eighteen months for your honour.” the completion of his time. At this period, I was in daily “Believe me, Caroline, I will,” he replied, “if only for expectation of being superseded, my three years having my own sake; but when that of yourself is taken into just expired. As, however, is frequently the case, a consideration, I need not say my motives for such predelay of six months took place; and the frequent inter- cautions are doubled. Consider how often, through the course which our duty occasioned, for my station was course of my professional life, I have had to hazard the only a mile distant from his own, naturally established result of such dangers for a comparatively trifling stake, that friendship and regard of which I have spoken. But and shall I now shrink irom this ? the successful termito my story.

nation of which would add so greatly to our future Caroline Massingberd was the only daughter of the comfort. Be resigned, dearest girl; your forebodings vicar of R- Her father's church is situated close are merely such as are natural. My fate, like that ot to the sea. Walden attended it. Circumstances, too other mortals, is in the hands of surpassing wisdom, and trivial to mention here, brought about an intimacy, and I shall return as oft heretofore to retire from peril and eventually, with the sanction of her parents, an engage- hardship to your own soft sunny smile. ment. Joyfully did the young couple look forward to the dearest, the night wears-farewell.” expiration of the time when he was to retire on half-pay, Having made the final arrangements, we proceeded to and enter on the new existence of a married state. our boats, each of which contained eight men independent

It was some two months after this last arrangement of the officer and coxswain. We had agreed to steer had taken place between them, that we obtained infor- straight for the middle of the channel, until we arrived at mation from Calais of a boat being about to run a cargo the verge of our cruising distance. But during the whole in our neighbourhood. She was lying all ready with her of our course thither, the boats were not to be farther than contraband booty on board in the little harbour of that half a mile apart, thus running in two parallel lines. The port, and waited only for a dark night and a favourable weather-boat was to keep a look out to windward ; the breeze.

lee-boat to leeward ; the one observing a sail first was to Day after day did we order our men to keep the hail the other; and in case of not being heard, a light sharpest possible look out; and as often as we met as was to be hoisted at the boat's mast-head. Each man anxiously did we scan the weather—but in vain. It was was furnished with a cutlass and a brace of pistols; and fine as a cloudless sky and breathless atmosphere could each boat was provisioned for two days, and was armed make it: at last, however, came a dull, cold, gray morning. at the bow with a brass three-pounder.

Morrison, my boy, I give you joy: here we have it. It was a dark but clear night. The breeze came galBefore this time to-morrow, the lugger and her tubs will lantly over the sparkling waves, as one after another they be ours. She sails, I'll be sworn, to-night. The wind's successively rolled towards the English strand. straight up the channel—fair for her to lay over and for Ah, sir, a landsman is not capable of estimating that us to chase. It's high tide at eleven to-night-no moon. feeling which possesses a British naval officer, when fresh What'll be our share of the prize ? How many ankers of from his warm mess-place, he buckles round his swordbrandy did that fellow say?"

belt, flings his cloak over his shoulder, and sits himselt “ Eh?—what?-what are you talking about ?” I down in the stern-sheets of a tight galley, with some cried, waking up at his voice. You haven't taken the eight or nine stout hearts at his call, ready to do his prize without me, surely? Nay, that's a breach of faith.” bidding, and own his mastership!

“Ha! ha! ha! faith, Morrison, that's good! Leave Having rowed some thirty yards from the shore, close your dreams in your crib there, and turn out. It's a alongside of each other, we tossed in our oars. “Now, famous hazy, misty morning, with a stiff breeze right up my men,” said I, being the senior officer, to the two boats channel. The night will be dark, depend on it." crews; "shake hands before we part; and when the tug

It needed little more to rouse me effectually, and in a of war comes, don't forget the prize-money we shall have few minutes we were busy planning the projected inter- at landing; or, if it may hap some of us to lose the ception of the smuggler. The largest boats of our number of our mess in the king's service, we've all old respective stations were drawn down to the sea ready for girls at home to whom our share will be a comfort. A launching; and the necessary arms, provisions, &c., were steady eye, a strong arm, and the night's your own! God placed in due order to be handed in at a moment's notice. bless you, Walden,” said I, squeezing his hand, as we

Wearily the day stole away; and as Walden had leaned over our respective boats; “ good-bye!”

And now,


once more.

Both the action and the word were followed up by the “Right! let every man lay in his oar-face about rest of the boats' crews, when I gave the order—“Hoist towards the bow—and take aim with his musket at the away the lug, coxswain, keep her too,” and off our boats slings of the forelug. When I give the word, fire, and bounded through the rushing foam, on their different see if we cannot bring it down for him. Now, my men, courses. The breeze blew freshly in my face: scarcely a good strong pull!” could I breathe enough of it-so delightful did it seem. Swiftly did the two approaching bodies near one Rapidly the billows came flowing aft. We were speedily another. Fifty yards hardly intervened between us, through the briny element at the rate of eight knots an when a voice was heard hailing us—“Boat ahoy, there ! hour. For fifty minutes did I strain my eyes, looking -keep out of our way, or we'll run you down!* anxiously to windward for the expected prize ; nearly all “Shall we fire now, sir !” said the men, addressing me. our boat's crew did the same, with the exception of one “One minute more. Now—a steady aim.-Fire!". man, who was ordered to keep sight of our fellow-boat. We were within ten yards of the bows, when this order

“I think, sir, here's a speck of something right away was given. On the instant, the four men discharged on the lee-bow," said the coxswain.

their muskets successively. Nor in vain. Down came “ Where?" I exclaimed.

the forelug thundering on the deck. In three strokes “There, sir," pointing with his finger.

more we were on her weather-bow. “No, no, sir, that's only a wee bit of hazy cloud,” said Not a man was to be seen. “She's ours," I cried, the look-out, who felt his vigilance called in question. triumphantly. But the words had scarcely escaped my

I looked towards the spot with some incredulity, having lips, when a three-pound swivel, which I had not observed, swept the horizon with my night-glass but a few minutes sent its murderous contents into the boat, laying the before to no purpose. There was undoubtedly something stroke-oarsman dead at my feet, wounding severely four in the distance, and I was inclined to the belief of the of the men, and myself slightly on the shoulder. Furious second speaker. It seemed a dim and indistinct flitting at this resistance, I whipped out my cutlass—“Toss in spot on the horizon. Once more, I applied my glass. your oars—in with them—and aboard !-No quarter;

“A mere cloud," I returned, after my examination, “I down with every mother's son of them !" can see it lifted above the water-line."

At the word, the bow-man had hooked his boat-hook " Ah, sir," returned the coxswain: “ well, surely, I on the fore-chains, and in another moment we should thought it might be a sail.”

have been upon her decks, when a musket-shot, from some “Has the boat to leeward made any signal yet?” I loop-hole in the bulwark, penetrated his head, and he inquired.—No, she had made none. Still we held on our tumbled lifeless into the foaming waters. course ; let out a reef; and the old coxswain, tenacious I was outrageous.

Not a soul was to be seen. of his own belief, kept her a little nearer to the wind. Revenge had no object on which to wreak itself. Scarce Despite of my reported opinion, we all kept our eyes on a sound was to be heard on board. “ Seize the boat. the suspected spot, till it gradually grew larger, and hook in the bow, and bring us alongside,” I roared out. seemingly more dense. There was no longer that misti- At this moment, a run inside on the decks took place, ness about it ; on the contrary, a sharp clear outline was and away went the forelug to the mast-head, all right beginning to be visible.

Her head fell off from the wind, and she "Well, your honour," said the coxswain, “if so be it darted instantly forward on her rapid course. had been one of my messmates who had gainsayed me, “Where in the name of fortune is Walden?” thought I'd ha' bet a gallon of grog that 'ere wee bit of stuff's a I. My thoughts were answered ere expressed. A sail after all. It's worthy of another look, sir !” tremendous crash, and a cry of “We're over-we're run

To humour him, I raised the glass again; when, over-the helm,"—and some other words half uttered, behold ! it no longer appeared to be floating in the air, half suppressed, made me turn my eye towards the bow since its dark form was now much increased in size, and of the lugger. There I saw Walden's boat under her continuous with the sea, shooting up in bold relief, against cutwater. The men were all struggling and bawling the dim sky. I kept my glass fixed upon it. Every she disappeared, and was, I concluded, run over by the moment it seemed to increase in bulk. Its outline had smuggler. become quite sharp, and now assumed the form of a Meanwhile, my men had been firing at the lugger's pyramid." In another instant I discovered her to be a spars, but in vain; and she, much to our mortification, three-masted lugger, which, on its first appearing above shot ahead. The brass bow-gun was double shotted. the horizon, had been lifted up by the refraction. Springing forward, I hastily took aim, and fired. To my “ Here's the prize ! Here she is !” ran round the boat, inexpressible joy, I beheld her main-top-mast totter, and from lip to lip.

tall over to leeward; while the spar being struck below “ Shall I hoist the light, sir ?” inquired one of the men. the cross-trees, the mainsail also fell to the deck. Nor

“No," I replied ; " but, coxswain, up with your helm, was this all; for looking once more on the waters, there and run down to the boat to leeward. I want to commu- was Walden's boat, which, it appears, had escaped with nicate; my men, examine your primings, and make ready." a severe concussion, occasioned by the lugger re-hoisting

In a few minutes we had traversed the slight inter- her foresail, and paying off before he could alter his course. vening space. The lug of our boat was hauled down, as “ Fire into her, Walden !-Hurrah ! Hurrah! Pepper her head luffed up in the breeze, and we were alongside into her well. Give way, my boys; we'll soon be Walden. He had just observed the stranger, when we alongside of her once more. We now gained rapidly on altered our course to meet him. After a few minutes' the chase, encumbered with the wreck. But she had consultation, it was agreed that we should make sail for some smart hands aboard, and in a few minutes it was all the lugger till within the distance of a mile; then, taking cut away again, and she speeding along-under fore and in our canvass, we were to make use of our vars, and after-sail. Up went a hand to repair damages : a shot board her; myself on the weather-beam, by crossing the struck him, and over he tumbled into the waves. bows; and Walden on the lee-quarter. Once more hoist- "Fling him a keg, my boys: we can stop for no one ! ing our sail, then, with this understanding, away we flew. Hurrah, there, Walden give way! We're gaining on

The proposed distance had been sped, the sail reduced, her.” But suddenly his oars ceased. We heard some and our oars were then taken out. Nobly the gallant cry. “What does he say?” In an instant his boat lugger loomed through the clear, dark night, as she came appeared to settle in the water, and we plainly distintowards us like a war-horse rejoicing in its strength. guished the words,-“We're sinking!” Our boats were so low in the water, and every thing On pulling up to him the boat had disappeared. The belonging to them of so dark a colour, that it was impos- shock had started her keel from stem to stern. Her sible to discover us until very near. We were now crew were struggling for life amid the waves. We within a quarter of a mile. Walden was about thirty rescued seven of the ten. Three of them being wounded yards astern-perhaps a little more.

had sunk to rise no more. Notwithstanding all our “ Are you all ready, my men ?" I inquired, in a low disasters, we allowed no time for condolence, but burntone.

ing with revenge made all sail after the lugger, who was “ All ready, sir."

at least two miles ahead.

She continued her course straight for the land, where , ments of pleasure, nor the enticements of self-indulthey seemed to have stranded her. Still we followed gence, to tempt you an inch from your path. If with both sail and oar; for the enemy had spread sufli- you do, you lose your footing—the next step, precient canvass on his stump to distance a boat so over- | cipitates you from your position, and you sink slowly loaded as ours now was. The lugger had not been stranded more than half an

and gradually, or instantaneously and headlong, hour by our calculation, when a lurid glare shooting up according to the degree of your mental stamina, into from the very spot, reflected by the ocean, plainly proved the dark gulph of the grave of man's aspirations. that they had run their cargo, and set the vessel on fire! “ Keep upon the pavement.” Diligently pursue We reached her at last. Our conjectures were right. your path-turn neither to the right hand nor to She was half burned. Not a keg was to be seen. While the left-mark your course with a mind of iron, and conjecturing and searching, and landing the wounded, when the hour of temptation comes, turn the “ deaf Caroline came running down to us in an agony of ear of the adder” to the “ voice of the charmer," apprehension. She scarcely seemed to be conscious of and the enticements to evil will disappear-the what was passing around her. The firing had reached bright sun of virtue will shine cheerfully, and warm her ears ; she hurried down to the beach, observed the into vigorous life the flowers which adorn her path lugger approach, and knowing it could not be our boat, -making it pleasant to tread upon, and full of the had hid herself among the rocks.

Thus situated, she witnessed the free-traders land their rich gifts of peace. cargo, and observed their concealment of it in that cave

Many, alas! get off from the pavement, never to pointing while she spoke to some briers growing half-way return ! Every attempt is met by the cuts and the up the chalk cliff-assuring us at the same time that the thrusts of the sharp two-edged sword of the successgreater part, if not the whole, of the lugger's crew were ful—the biting sarcasms of the hypocrite--and the concealed there at that very moment.

kicks and buffets of the selfish and the unfeelingBut not to tire you--we instantly formed, stormed the nay, their very companions in misfortune - the cave, and succeeded with severe loss : among the fatally pariahs of society – lend a helping hand to hurl wounded was Walden. By his own desire he was them to destruction. No hand is stretched forth to brought out on the beach for air, and there expiredexpired at the very feet of his betrothed bride. That

save—no kindly invitation given to return. Even night was as the last to both of them. She never held the law revenges in the naine of punishment, and up her head again. Both were carried to her father's the way to reformation is unknown. Once more, house—he a corpse-herself a maniac. I said my tale then,“ keep upon the pavement ;” and let the conwas sad; it is, however, finished; so is our walk. Yon sequences of quitting it be imperishably engraven on majestic' bluff" before us, sir, is Shakspeare's Cliff.— your mind. The life of man is short, but eventful. Selected.

* The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the

strong." They have lost the race with the tortoise, KEEP UPON THE PAVEMENT!

and the cunning of art overcomes the strength of

the giant. The straight forward path is the path to All who have had an opportunity of beholding the success—all others are full of dangers and deceits; living streains of human beings as they pour along the and he who would reach the true goal must persepavement of a populous and busy city, must have vere, and “ keep upon the

pavement.” perceived that when any individual allowed himself, from whatever cause, to be jostled into the carriage way, he not only experienced great difficulty in

Miscellaneous. regaining a place in the current upon the pavement, but ran considerable risk of perishing under the LIEBIG WHEN A Boy.-Liebig was distinguished at hoofs of horses, or the wheels of impetuous vehicles. school as a “ booby,” the only talent then cultivated in Hence, it becomes a very important matter to main-German schools being verbal memory. On one occasion, tain steadily one's place in the crowd—to bear up being sneeringly asked by the master what he proposed against the joltings of the multitude to walk to become since he was so bad a scholar, and answering straight-forwardly-in short-to “

"keep upon


that he would be a chemist, the whole school burst into pavement.” And if this be so necessary in the little schoolmaster, who feelingly lamented his own former blind,

a laugh of derision. Not long ago Liebig saw his old physical world of a street, with its evanescent crowd ness. The only boy in the same school who ever disputed of passengers, how much more necessary and import- with Liebig the station of “ booby,” was one who could ant must it be in the great world of the Earth, in the never learn his lesson by heart, but was continually comunremitting struggle of mind against mind'in the posing music, and writing it down by, stealth in the grand race for gold and distinction, where ambition school. This same individual Liebig lately found at is the spur goading them on-thé “ human form Vienna, distinguished as a composer, and conductor of divine” —the instrument of volition, and the world the Imperial Opera House. I think his name is Reuling; itself the pavement!

It is to be hoped that a more rational system of school If we wish to thrive in the world, we must keep absurd or detestable than a system which made Walter

instruction is gaining ground. Can anything be more upon the pavement.” He who allows himself to be Scott and Justus Liebig “ boobies” at a school, and so jostled off is a gone man; seldom, indeed, can he effectually concealed their natural talents that, for ex. regain his place, and seldomer still can he retrace ample, Liebig was often lectured before the whole school his steps. In the one case, the impetus of his neigh- on his being sure to cause misery and broken hearts to bours who have steadily pursued their path presents his parents, while he was all the time conscious, as the an obstacle which requires the tedious process of above anecdote proves, of the possession of talents similar screwiny to overcome ; and in the other, he has a cur- in kind to those he has since displayed ?-Phrenological rent of prejudice to stem, which is too often fatally

Journal. overwhelming.

THINKING AND TALKING ABOUT BEING GENTEEL.— “ Keep upon the pavement.” It is the beaten There cannot be a surer proof of an innate meanness of path of sife, and he who departs from it, without the disposition than to be always talking and thinking of

being genteel—one must feel a strong tendency to that giant strength of true genius to guide him, runs a which one is always trying to avoid ; whenever we premuck against the world. The contest is not doubt tend, on all occasions, a mighty contempt for anything, ful-the world wins, and another man is lost ! it is a pretty clear sign that we feel ourselves nearly on

“Keep upon the pavement.” Permit not the allure- a level with it.- William Hazlitt.

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