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through a maze of bottles, as ever but, we are marvellously mistaken if surly trout or jack was guided by ve- anything is saved by the generality of teran angler amid the weeds, roots, these compound incorporators of sour and shelves of the running waters. fruit, sugar and brandy. What with She believed, good easy soul, in her the waste because it is only “ made very heart, that the preference given wine”—a foul cask every now and to foreign wines was merely a preju- then-" misses,” and mistakes, and dice. “ It is very odd !” for she is " turnings off,” to be rectified by really a clever body enough. But so more sugar and more brandy, ad libiit is. And she had a favorite maxim, tum, it's a poor speculation at the namely, that, “ if made wine was kept present price of wine. We were to a certain age, you would not know once told—but we cannot believe itwhat you were drinking.” In the that “it did quite as well as any othtruth of this adage we perfectly con- er, to give to the poor.” This we curred, for the wines at dinner, parti- look upon as a libel-unless it shall cularly the pseudo champaigne, had have been administered in lieu of phycompletely “bothered” us :' and she, sic, in which case it may be « all baving made a short trip "over the right," as the guard says before the water,” had learned the French mode coachman sets all a-going. But, as (see Sterne) of taking a compliment, we said before, there are some rare when its meaning is at all doubtful. exceptions. Smiling then inost complacently, she “How do you contrive to fill up filled a glass, with her own band, your time ?” asked we of him of the from a fresh bottle, and, her bright long pole, (which pole, by the way, eyes glistening triumphantly, present- we opine to be a degraded semblance ed it to us, exclaiming, “ There! of the caduceus of Mercury.) « Your now, tell me what that is if you can.” regrets for past times would lead Had it been poison (we were some one to suppose that you had no earthly years younger then) we must have thing to employ yourself about. What swallowed it. Down it went ;-but, is that little mess of hair that you to give it a name, more perplexed were twiddling in your fingers just were we than the father of Tristrarn now, up in the corner ? Eh, MNab?” Shandy._" Io !” thought the lady, Jerry began to titter at the idea of and « heigho!” thought we. “It is our being ignorant of such matters ; impossible to tell by one single glass,” and then, for our edification, went on quoth she-and then-oh! then- to state, that the making of “ them another bottle of another sort was pro- things,” which, he at length told us, duced, and “another and another” were artificial fronts for the “womenstood, producible, like the ghosts of kind," was now one of his principal Banquo's heirs. Has the woman no sources of employment. bowels ? thought we :-And surely, “ Artificial fronts for women in a though we have often deplored the ar- country village !” exclaimed we. rangement, never did we feel more " In town we wonder at nothing-all respect for the old Goth, whoever he is artificial, fronts and everything : may have been, who introduced the but here," and we listed the fringecustom of separation between the like thing between finger and thumb, sexes after dinner; for, to the obser- here, where nature reigns or ought vance of that custom, do we consci- to reign, what old foolish body can entiously attribute the preservation of you find here so besotted as to be our valuable existence. “Here's to ashamed of her grey hairs, when thee, old Cerberus !” said we, instanter, every body must know her age ? Foh! in a bumper of Glenlivet. “It's very A false front indeed !” and we dropt odd” that ladies should love to meta- the petty demi-seri-periwig in conmorphose themselves into cellarmen. tempt. « He, he !” quoth Jerry. Economy is, doubtless, praiseworthy; “ If your honor knew as much of the women-kind as I do—” “Heaven said we, fooled and fooling to the top forbid !” thought we, for the fellow of our bent ;' “ aye, and white, Jerry, bas had three wives, and, by all ac- wbite as thy powder puff."-". Blue, counts, none of them anything very red, green, and white! I can't make particular—" You wouldn't wonder at it out ;" quoth the barber, speaking such a fashion as this. But this,slowly, and looking earnestly, as continued he, holding the thing up, though he began to suspect that our between himself and the light, as “chief end of man” was damaged in though admiring his own handiwork, a degree which his art could not repair. " this is not for any old woman, but Away then went we, murmuring for the prettiest girl within ten miles

“ Blue spirits and red, of this place, let the other be who she

Green spirits and grey,” may.” Now, “it's very odd,” we to the Rectory, in order to consult do not think we can possibly know all with the good lady of the house how the pretty girls within ten miles, but Sally Inglis was to be saved from “ the we instantly exclaimed, “Why, it three perils,” the false fronts, a blue cannot possibly be for Sally Inglis ?” painted mistress, and a jolly butcher. The man of wigs stuttered, and stam- “ It's very odd !” We men think, all mered, and looked grave, and said of us at times, particularly well of our that " we (meaning bimself and own talents, acquirements, inventions, the other three-and-twenty barbers of &c. &c. ; but when, with our boasted the district) make it a point of honor knowledge of the world, and “ all that not to tell,” &c. “ Jerry,” said we sort of thing,” we are at a loss, what seriously, “ this will not do. You do we? We consult“ the womanknow that Sally is a sort of favorite- kind;" and lo! “the gordian knot and you know likewise who recom- they do unfold, familiar as” we thrust mended her to the widow Jones-and, the envelope from a maintenon cutlet. by Jove ! she shall not wear a false The good lady did “ seriously incline" front.” “ Why,” said the barber, “it unto our tale. Sometimes there was was not Sally's doings altogether; but a smile upon her countenance, partiher mistress's, who said that she did'nt cularly when we spake of the widow like to see her come into the parlor Jones's “ Mooreish” propensities ; with her hair in papers, nor yet all but she listened patiently unto the end hanging about; and so she is to have and then said that the only subject a front, as it will save a great deal of of her fears was the widow Jones's time."-"An old Jezebel !” said we; back door, which bad not entered at all “and no doubt she has got a better into our calculations, although we saw for herself. That's the way when an instantly that there was danger to be old woman once turns blue”- apprehended therefrom, and resolved « Blue !” exclaimed the astonished to get it stopped up. « They are sad shaver, " the widow Jones turned things for servants,” continued the blue !"_" Yes,” we replied, “ blue gentle dame, « and have been the as a blue bottle.”_" Then that,ruin of many. The easy access afquoth the barber, "accounts for her forded by them to idle gossips introsending to me this morning for rouge.” duces idleness, and then clandestine -"Rouge !” we repeated in amaze- habits—and so on-and then, when ment; “ blue and red!” and then, there is only one servant, as in the thinking on the extreme silliness of the present case”old body, in thus exposing her folly in We felt the truth of her observation, the village, when she might have ob- and not a little ashamed that we had tained the abomination at the market been vaporing and rhapsodizing all the town, we added, " and very green morning about imaginary dangers, and too!"-" It's very odd,” observed utterly overlooked that which was Jerry, who was evidently posed; real. The lady resumed by observ“ blue, red, and green ?"_" Aye, ing, “ we must make allowances for what Miss Scraggs (it in the bonnet “It's very odd !" Here we are, and silks) says-she is a little apt to walking erect in our conceit, and fansee more than other people, and has cying unto ourselves that we know been telling me a strange tale this somewhat of the human mind : and morning, which, really, I can hard- yet, joy and grief come welling forth ly" — “ The words of a tale-bearer from the heart, as from a spring of are as wounds," said we-" which we strange waters, why and how we know must do all in our power to heal," not. Who is there that can say unto added the dear benevolent soul mildly. hinself, "I will be joyous to-day, “ Heaven bless her !" thought we, as and no cloud shall pass over my soul ?” she left the room, to put on her cloak Prosperity giveth not contentment, and and bonnet, to go forth into the village adversity is brightened by the sunny on her errands of mercy. And then, gleams of hope. And what we call being left alone, our thoughts wander- high or low spirits—whence are they? ed to the blighted dreams of our Certain events may produce either ; youth, to withered hopes, buried in but, seldom is it that we can trace the everlasting silence of the tomb. them to their source-and the strange « Had it been our lot," thought we, imaginations and eccentric excursions “ to realize those dreams, to wander of the mind-Can we control them ? with that fondly-beloved one through The most intensely occupied, engaged the mazes of this wilderness, far dif- in the most interesting of their purferent had been our path of life! We suits, have unbidden fantasies floating might then, in our day and generation, and passing before their imaginations. have been-pot like that stunted wil. Even in those moments, which we delow, left dry and withering upon the termine shall be ballowed, consecratancient bank of the river, when the ed, and set apart from all others—are Tiving waters changed their course they not broken in upon by fleeting nor like the hollow, scathed oak, and trivial things ? Dreams, visions, which shooteth forth a few green hopes, and reminiscences ? The inleaves in summer, as though in mocke- ternal process of our minds is utterly ry of its former self-but-oh, no! beyond our comprehension or governIt is a vain presumption! The course ment. But of this we are assured, of man can be trod but once. What that our actions are at our own comwe really are we know but in part, mand, and that we know well how we and of what we might have been, under ought to steer. We are like ships at other auspices, nothing.” What sea. There may be rioting and castrange creatures we are !--not fire rousing, thoughtless gaiety, melanchominutes before, had our young friend ly and profound study, the timid spiRobert entered the room, we should rit, and the daring mind, breathing dehare been delighted to join him in any fiance on its enemy-even in slumber : gambol, for we lore children; but, he -these, and more jarring discords, came in then, and we took him by the may be within, while the stately veshand, and, “it's rery odd," we clasped sel keeps her steady course, amid the him to our bosom, and could have turbulent and angry waste of waters. wept over him! Some undefined, Reason was given to preside at the misty illusions of the fearful past were helm : and He, at whose breath the floating before our eyes—and, when he wondrous and complicated frame inquire i for his “mamma," we arose started into existence, and who and walked to the window. Yet we launched her forth upon the deep, are not, by nature, lachrymosa. We hath not sent her unprosided with a feel that we are not, and kaow that chart to direct her unto the desired we hare much to be thankful for ; but haren. This chart the Christian

at times, when the mind glances re- knows. But enough, mayhap “sometrospectively, bitter fancies will what too much of this."

* Orercome us like a summer cloud." The Rector's daughter, Jane, has

ever been a great favorite of ours; not have effected so desirable a conso much for her beauty-though of suinmation. that she hath enough wherewithal to W e were all anxious to hear the regladden a parent's eye-as for the sult of the conference at the widow goodness of her heart, and that glori- Inglis's cottage ; but, when the good ous overflowing spring of filial affec- lady of the Rectory joined us, not a tion which shameth the term “ obedi- word would she disclose : yet there ence ;" a dull and cold word, more was a smile upon her countenance, a fit for the parade than the fireside, playful and benignant smile, that was where hearts are “mingled in peace," perfectly satisfactory to all parties, and every wish is mutually anticipat- with the trifling exception of a certain ed. She had just returned from a mischievous triumph, when her eye brief visit at “ The Hall," and walk- glanced towards us, and which reed, with her mother leaning upon her minded us of the butcher's braggardarm, into the village. We accompa- ism, when he averred that he had nied them, and met the Rector, who, “floored as great a calf this morning as is his wont, had been visiting the as ever he saw in his born days." sick, and comforting the widow and “It's very odd !” thought we; but we the orphan in their affliction. Far dif- felt perfectly satisfied with our own ferent were then our feelings from those proceedings in half a second, being feverish and angry sensations which, proudly conscious that the “ delicate in our previous ramble, had driven us Ariel,” who had now taken the work from house to house, like an unquiet in hand, was a spirit invoked to the spirit, imagining evil in all we saw, task by ourselves. And we strutted and bitterly devising strange mirth at along as proudly as old Prospero. the frailties of our fellow creatures. " It's very odd !” we pretend to love A benign influence seemed to hover the truth : yet, if anything that we have round us. We were about to do undertaken goes on wrong, how misergood; and we were linked in our pur- ably are we wont to shuffle, and ensuit with those whom firm principles, deavor to shift the blame from our and seclusion from the world, had own shoulders, and accuse chance, or enabled to walk in " the path in which the awkwardness of others, though, in they should go,” and blessing and reality, the fault be all our own : and, blest, to keep “ the noiseless tenor of on the contrary, if things prosper, their way.

although we may have “ given it up," We loitered along till we came to like a posing conundrum, how we do old Nanny Inglis's cottage ; and there hug ourselves, and rejoice in our own the good lady entered alone. "It's devices. Oh, self love! with what very odd!" the older some people get, strange people art thou sometimes the more stupid they seem to become. enamored! Yet art thou a delightful Why did we not go to Sally's mother passion, having no rivals : and, morein the first place, instead of talking over, thine addresses are ever acceptnonsense to old women and barbers ? ed. From that moment we had only The poor woman is the widow of the old to look on and perceive what female veteran corporal, who saved our uncle influence and activity can effect. George's life at Bunker's Hill; and Sally was soon brought to a confession, many a day have they both dandled and it appeared that she did know the us on their knees, and romped and reason why the butcher came to the played with us when we had acquired hack door. Matters are all now put strength to gambol, and there was into a train, and we understand one something hopeful about us; and another. To-morrow we have our many a fair prophecy concerning party, and hope to do something coinour future years did they utter, fortable for the young people. But which assuredly would have come "it's very odd !" the interest we have to pass, if their good wishes could taken in the poor girl's welfare arose,

3 ATHENEUM, VOL. 2, 3d series.

no doubt, entirely from our youthful Sychæum.” And her Æneas, the reminiscenses of her father's kindness moving cause thereof, appeareth to be to us in the days of “auld lang syne:" no other than M‘Nab the barber, who and yet his widow, who, though called hath already buried three wives. Truold Nanny, declareth she is not on the ly “it's very odd.” And, moreover, wrong side of fifty, seemeth, like queen the widow Jones, they say, has her eye Dido, to have commenced “ abolere upon somebody. Heaven defend us !

DONALD BANE.

The following inartificial Ballad was suggested by Allan's beautiful Picture, “ The Stolen Kiss.”

Young Donald Bane, a gallant Celt, Hushed was the war-din that in wrath
Unto the wars had gone,

From coast to coast had roared ;
And left, within her Highland home, And stayed were Slaughter's beagle fangs,
His plighted bride alone:

And sheathed the patriot sword;
Yet, though the waves between them rollid, When ('twas the pleasant summer time)
On Egypt's eastern shore,

Arose in green again,
As he thought of Mhairi Macintyre, His own dear Highland mountains, on
His love wax'd more and more.

The sight of Donald Bane.
It was a dismal morning, when

Four years had lapsed in absence drear, He breathed his last adieu ;

Wherein his steps had ranged And down the glen, above his men, 'Mid many a far and foreign scene, The Chieftain's banner flew;

But his heart was unestranged; When bonnets waved aloft in air,

And when he saw Argyle's red deer And war-pipes screamed aloud;

Once more from thicket flee; And the startled eagle left the cliff

And again he trod Glen-Etive's sodFor shelter in the cloud.

Oh a happy man was he! Brave Donald Bane, at duty's call,

There stood the shieling of his love, Hath sought a foreign strand;

Beneath the sheltering trees; And Donald Bane, amid the slain,

Sweet sang the lark; the sultry air Hath stood with crimson'd brand;

Was musical with bees : And when the Alexandrian beach

And when he reached the wicket latch, With Gallic blood was dyed,

Old Stumah, fawning fain, Streamed the tartan plaid of Donald Bane First nosed him round, then licked his hand; At Abercromby's side.

'Twas bliss to Donald Bane ! And he had seen the Pyramids huge, Loudly throbbed his heart ; he entered : Grand Cairo, and the Bay

No sound was stirring thereOf Aboukir, whereon the fleet

And in he went and on he wentOf gallant Nelson lay;

When behold bis Mhairi fair! And he had seen the Turkish hosts

Before her stood the household wheel In their barbaric pride ;

Unmurmuring; and the thread And listened, as from burial fields

Still in her fingers Jay, as when The midnight Chacal cried.

Its tenuous twine she led. Yes; many a sight had Donald seen, He stood and gazed, a man half-crazed; In Syrian deserts lone;

Before him she reclined To many a shore had Donald been

In half-unkerchiefed loveliness, But none that matched his own!

The idol of his mind : Amid the date-trees and the vines,

Bland was the sleep of Innocence, The temples, towns, and towers,

As to her thoughts were given He thought of Scotland's clitly huts

Elysian walks with him she loved, Mid the heath and heather flowers !

Amid the bowers of heaven. So joyous beat the soldier's heart,

He gazed her beauties o'er and o'erAgain from deck to see,

Her shining auburn hair; Rising from out the German wave,

Her ivory brow, her rosebud mouth, The island of the free;

Her cheek carnation fair; And stately was his step, when crowds Her round white arms-her bosom's charms, With plaudits, from the main,

That, with her breathing low, Welcomed, once more, to England's shore, Like swan plumes on a rippling lake, Her heroes back again.

Heaved sofily to and fro.

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