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of the cabins no longer as an indul. wbile few of the huts had any lamp gence but a right; ceased to return the alight. It must be remembered that slightest acknowledgment for any the failure of their seal-fishery always kindness or presents ; became listless involves a double calamity, for it not and inattentive in unravelling the mean- only deprives them of food, but of fuel ing of our questions, and careless whe- for their lamps. When this is the case, ther her answers conveyed the informa- not to mention the want of warmth ar. tion we desired. In short, lligliuk in light in the huts, they are also destitute February and Iligliuk in April were of melting snow for water, and can confessedly very different persons; therefore only quench their thirst by and it was at last amusing to recollect, eating the snow, which is not only a though not very easy to persuade one's comfortless but ineffectual resource. self, that the woman who now sat de- In consequence of this, it was surprismurely in a chair, so confidently ex- ing to see the quantity of water these pecting the notice of those around her, people drank whenever they came on

and wild delight assisted in cutting that our coppers could answer this adsnow for the building of a hut, and ditional demand. I am certain that with the hope of obtaining a single Toolooak one day drank nearly a galneedle, were actually one and the same lon in less than two hours. Besides individual."

the bread-dust, we also supplied them Who can answer for long continued to-day with a wolf's-carcass, which, and equable intercourse with the sex? raw and frozen as it was, they eat with Capt. P. seems really to have expect. a good appetite ; and indeed they had ed more from a woman than human not the means of cooking or even nature, in any quarter of the globe, thawing it. I cannot here omit a warrants. But critics have nothing to pleasing trait in their character, obserydo with these niceties, changes of the ed by our people who carried out their wind, and such like matters :—we re supplies; not a morsel of which would turn to the Esquimaux generally :-- the grown-up people touch till they had

66 The Esquimaux went out to en- first supplied the wants of their hun. deavour to catch seals as usual, but gry little ones. ... returned unsuccessful after several « On the 13th our friends at the huts

that their own exertions were not at all an event that created great joy at the times sufficient to procure them food village. Mr. Allison, who happened at this season, and that neither indo- to be there when these prizes were anlence nor any idea of dependence on nounced, informed me that there was a our charity induced them to relax in general outcry of joy; all the women those exertions, it became incumbent burried to the doors of the huts, and on us carefully to attend to their wants, the children rushed to the beach to and by a timely and judicious applica- meet the men dragging along the prize. tion of the slender resources we had One of these little urchins, to complete set aside for their use, to prevent any the triumphant exultation with which absolute suffering among them. We this event was hailed, instantly threw therefore sent out a good meal of bread- himself on the animal, and, clinging dust for each individual, to be divided fast to it, was thus dragged to the huts. in due proportion among all the huts. Each woman was observed to bring The necessity of this supply appeared her ootkooseek, or cooking-pot, to the very strongly from the report of our hut where the seal was dissected, for people, who found some of these poor the purpose of receiving a share of the creatures actually gnawing a piece of meat and blubber." hard seal-skin with the hair on it,

(Lond. Lit. Gaz.)

" SEEING is believing," and upon on my faith, there is a mind and soul in

w my conscience, unless I had seen this diminutive frame !); her beautiful the Sicilian Dwarf with my own eyes, tiny hand (for the fore-finger of which, I could not have credited so extraordi- the ring of a very small shirt button nary a variety in human nature. This would be much too wide a round) has creature is a female, and of the name all the motions and graces which are of Cramachi ; a Sicilian by birth, and found in the same member of a lovely now within a few months of being ten woman; she laughs, she threatens, she years old. But it is impossible to de- displays her fondness for finery, she scribe the miracle of her appearance, likes her drop of wine, she shows her or its effect upon the mind. To see displeasure, she chooses and rejects; rationality, sportiveness, and intelli- in fine, she is as perfect as a common gence, all the faculties of humanity, in child of the same age. Her walk is

standard at which we have ever wit. have said) very remarkable. Her genessed them, so overturus all previous neral appearance is not unpleasing, impressions, that, even with the fact though there is a little of the simia in before us, we doubt the evidence of our the form of the features: her health is own senses. A tolerable sized doll, good, and her body, limbs, &c. are acting and speaking, would not aston- complete. ish us so much- for nature is, in this I shall visit her again and again, for instance, far more wonderful than art she is to me the wonder of wonders. could be. Only imagine a creature I took her up, caressed and saluted about half as large as a new-born in- her; and it was most laughable to see fant; perfect in all parts and linea. her resent the latter freedom, wiping ments, uttering words in a strange un- her cheek, and expressing her dislike earthly voice, understanding what you of the rough chin. But her great antisay, and replying to your questions : pathy is to Doctors; these have offendimagine, I say, this figure of about ed her by examining her too minutely, five nineteen inches in height and and whenever they are mentioned she pounds in weight and you have doubles her filbert of a fist, and manisome idea of the most extraordinary fests her decided displeasure. Of ber phenomenon. And the more you trinkets she seens very proud, taking look, the more you reflect,—the more off her ring to show it, and pointing to incredible it appears that this can be her ear-rings, with the joyous exclamareal. But true it is : here is the fairy tion of " Very pretty,"-for she has of your superstition in actual life; here already learnt a little English. But, is the pigmy of ancient mythology go and see her, or you never can conbrought down to your own day. The ceive the true meaning of Milton's expression of her countenance varies phrasewith whatever affects her mind (for,

« Minim of nature."

(Lon. Mag.)

INCUBATION. The process of hatching ducklings and surpasses all Egyptian example. For we chickeos by artificial means was not long are assured, that, in order to show the prosince forced upon public notice by some gress of incubation, be has been led to try other process before the Lord Mayor. Like the experiment of removing the egg from all novelties this furnished matter for plea the shell, and enclosing it in glass to be

that the person who brought forward this Thus the entire progress of incubation, scheme really succeeds in putting his theo. like the working, &c. of bees, is exposed to ry into practice ;-and not only produces constant and visible observation. the young birds in the way stated, but even

BIOGRAPHY.

MRS. SOPHIA LE E. M RS. Sophia Lee, the author of that win were never better displayed than

1 excellent historical tale The Re- in that original, true, Somersetshire cess, the comedy of the Chapter of Ac- clown, Jacob Gawky; and our Bridg. cidents, the Hermit's Tale a poem, et became the phrase of the day for Almeyda a tragedy, the Life of a Lover comic vulgarity. a novel,&c.&c. died on the 13th March. The interesting Novel of the Recess

In an age and country distinguished next appeared, and was the first Eng. for valuing literary talents, we feel lish work of merit, in which historical that the name of this lady ought not to characters were made the ground-work pass with that brief notice of her death of fictitious events. It presented the and writings, to which our limited writer in strong contrast with herself, space, in the first instance, confined both as to subject and diction, and was us, and therefore devote a column of so extremely popular, that, after the our Gazette to such particulars con- publication of the first volumes, which cerning her, as we have been able to came out singly, Mr. Cadell desired the collect, and which, we have no doubt, author to name her own terms for the will be interesting to our readers. remainder, inclosing a bank note of

She was daughter of Mr.John Lee, a value as a compliment. She now, performer at Covent Garden Theatre, however, devoted only her leisure hours and eldest sister of the equally celebra- to her pen, and produced her succeed. ted Harriet Lee, author of the Canter. ing works at intervals, having estabbury Tales, &c. &c.

lished a seminary for young ladies at Educated strictly in all the habits of Bath, which her name rendered disdomestic life, Sophia LEE, if we are tinguished and flourishing. From this rightly informed, devoted her atten- situation she retired about twenty years tion, at an early age, to the education since, to close an active and well spent and welfare of the younger branches of life in family association, privacy and the family, to whom after the prema- content. ture death of their mother, and the sub- As a writer, her distinguishing charsequent one of their father, her pru- acteristics were originality, pathos, dence became eminently useful—Thus and that rarest of gifts, fertility of insacrificing to affection and duty, some- vention, sometimes even approaching what of that celebrity which she might to exuberance. But it is not merely have increased by the exclusive culti- as a writer that we have considered vation of her talents. Yet sew writers her-our encomium is of a higher nahad more allurement at their outset to ture, and includes a numerous circle; pursue the path of fame. The come since it may be both generally and dy of the Chapter of Accidents, which justly observed (and it gives us heartwas offered anonymously to the elder felt pleasure to make the observation,) Mr. Colman, a man of approved taste that the women most admired for taand genius, was received by him with lent in the present day, perform every an immediate request to know the au- relative duty in life with as much cor. thor; and its success fully justified his rectness and fidelity, as if they classed high opinion of it. The talents of Ed- with the best gifted of their sex.

(Lond. Lit. Gaz.)

ORIGINAL ANECDOTE. TAE English frigate Minerve, command " Then d--the legs," exclaimed the poor ed by Capt. Brenton, unfortunately rud a fellow ; and taking his knife from his pockshore near Cherbourg. A sailor, who bad et, be cut the remaining muscles which atboth bis legs shot off while endeavouring to tached them to him, and joined in the heave her into deep water, was carried into cheers with the rest of his comrades. When the cockpit. Waiting for his turn to be the ship was soon afterwards taken, he was dressed, he heard the cheers of the crew on placed in the boat to be conveyed to the deck, and eagerly demanded what they hospital ; hut, determined not to outlive the meant. Being told that the ship was off the loss of his liberty, he slacked his tourniquets shoal, and would soon be clear of the forts, and bled to death,

THE SPIRITS OF THE AGE.

(New Mon.)

SIR WALTER SCOTT. CIR WALTER SCOTT is un- It is long since we read, and long

doubtedly the most popular writer since we thought of our author's poeof the age- the “ lord of the ascen- try. It would probably have gone out dant" for the time being. He is just of date with the immediate novelty, half what the human intellect is capa- even if he himself had not made the ble of being; if you take the universe, world forget it. It is not to be denied and divide it into two parts, he knows that it had great merit, both of an oball that it has been; all that is to be is vious and intrinsic kind. It abounded nothing to him. He is a mind "re- in vivid descriptions, in spirited action, flecting ages past” he scorns "the in smooth and flowing versification. But present ignorant time.” He is “laud- it wanted character. It was poetry ator temporis acti”-a “prophesier of “ of no mark of likelihood."* It slid things past." The old world is to him out of the mind, as soon as read, like a a crowded map: the new one a dull, river ; and would have been forgotten, hateful blank. He dotes on all well- but that the public curiosity was fed authenticated superstitions; he shud- with ever-new supplies from the same ders at the shadow of innovation. His teeming, liquid source. It is not every retentiveness of memory, his accumu- man that can write six quarto volumes lated weight of prejudice or romantic in verse, that shall be read with avidiassociation, have overlaid his other fa. ty, even by fastidious judges. But culties. The cells of his memory are what a difference between their popuvast, various, full even to bursting with larity and that of the Scotch Novels ! life and motion ; his speculative under. It is true, the public read and admired standing is rather flaccid, and little ex- the “ Lay of the Last Minstrel," ercised in projects for the amelioration - Marmion," and so on; and each inof his species. His mind receives and dividual was contented to read and adtreasures up every thing brought to it mire because the public did : but with by tradition or custom-it does not regard to the prose-works of the same project itself beyond this into the world (supposed) author, it is quite anotherunknown, but mechanically shrinks guess sort of thing. Here every one back as from the edge of a precipice. stands forward to applaud on his own

The land of abstract reason is to his ground, would be thought to go before apprehension like Van Diemen's Land, the public opinion, is eager to extol his barren, miserable, distant, a place of favourite characters louder, to underesile, the dreary abode, of savages, stand them better than every body convicts, and adventurers. Sir Walter else, and has his own scale of compawould make a bad hand of a descrip- rative excellence for each work, suption of the millennium, unless he could ported by nothing but his own enthulay the scene in Scotland five hundred siastic and fearless convictions. It years ago, and then he would want must be aniusing to the Author of Wafacts and worm-eaten parchments to ver ley to hear his readers and admirers support bis style. Our historical nov. (and are not these the same thing ?t) elist firmly thinks that nothing is but I

Note by the Editor --The writer of this paper, what has been ; that the moral world and not the Editor, must be considered as here pre

suming to be the critical arbiter of Sir Walter's postands still, as the material one was sup

etry. A journal such as this cannot be supported posed to do of old ; and that we can without the aid of writers of a certain degree of tal

ent, and it is not possible to modify all their opinnever get beyond the point where we ions so as to suit every body's taste. are without utter destruction, though

No! For we met with a young lady who kept

a circulating library and a milliner's-shop in a waevery thing changes, and will change, tering-place, in the country, who, when we inquired

for the “ Scotch Novels," spoke indifferently about from what it was three hundred years

them, said they were “ so dry she could hardly get ago to what it is now-from what it is through them," and recommended us to read

“ Agnes." We never thought of it before ; but we now to all that the bigoted admirer of the

would venture to lay a wager that there are many other young ladies in the same situation, and who think “ Old Mortality" " dry."

quarrelling which of his novels is the truth or fable :t he does not soar above best, opposing character to character, and look down upon his subject, imquoting passage against passage, striv- parting his own lofty views and feel. ing to surpass each other in the extra- ings to his descriptions of nature-he vagance of their encomiums, and yet relies upon it, is raised by it, is one unable to settle the precedence, or to with it, or he is nothing. A poet is do the author's writings justice-s0 va- essentially a maker ; that is, he must rious, so equal, so transcendant are atone for what he loses in individuality their merits! His volumes of poetry and local resemblance by the energies were received as fashionable and well- and resources of his own mind. The dressed acquaintances : we are ready writer of whom we speak is deficient to tear the others in pieces as old in these last. He has either not the friends. There was something mere- faculty, or not the will, to impregnate tricious in Sir Walter's ballad-rhymes; his subject by an effort of pure invenand like those who keep opera figlio tion. The execution also is much uprantes, we were willing to have our on a par with the most ordinary effuadmiration shared, and our taste con- sions of the press. It is light, agreeafirmed by the town: but the Novels ble, effeminate, diffuse. Sir Walter's are like the mistresses of our hearts, Muse is a modern-antique. The bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh, smooth, glossy texture of his verse conand we are jealous that any one should trasts happily with the quaint, uncouth, be as much delighted, or as thoroughly rugged materials of which it is composacquainted with their beauties as our- ed; and takes away any appearance selves. For which of his poetical he. of heaviness or harshness from the boroines would the reader break a lance dy of local traditions and obsolete cosso soon as for Jeanie Deans? What tume. We see grim knights and iron “ Lady of the Lake" can compare with armour; but then they are woven in the beautiful Rebecca ? We believe silk with a careless, delicate hand, and the late Mr. John Scott went to his have the softness of flowers. The podeath-bed (though a painful and pre- et's figures might be compared to old mature one) with some degree of satis- tapestries copied on the finest velvet: faction, inasmuch as he had penned they are not like Raphael's Cartoons, the most elaborate panegyric on the but they are very like Mr. Westall's Scotch Novels that had as yet appear- drawings, which accompany, and are ed! The Epics are not poems, so intended to illustrate them. This famuch as metrical romances. There is cility and grace of execution is the a glittering veil of verse thrown over more remarkable, as a story goes, that the features of nature and of old ro- not long before the appearance of the mance. The deep incisions intu char. “Lay of the Last Minstrel," Sir Wal acter are “ skinned and blmed over" ter (then Mr.) Scott, having, in the

the details are lost or shaped into company of a friend, to cross the Frith Aimsy and insipid decorum; and the of Forth in a ferry-boat, they proposed truth of feeling and of circumstance is to beguile the time by writing a nomtranslated into a tinkling sound, a tinsel ber of verses on a given subject, and at common-place. It must be owned, the end of an hour's hard study, they there is a power in true poetry that found they had produced only six lines lifts the mind from the ground of reali- between them. “ It is plain," said the ty to a higher sphere, that penetrates unconscious author to his fellow-labourthe inert, scattered, incoherent materi. er, " that you and I need never think als presented to it, and by a force and of getting our living by writing poeinspiration of its own inelts and moulds try!" In a year or so after this, he them into sublimity and beauty. But set to work, and poured out quarto upSir Walter (we contend, under correc- on quarto, as if they had been drops of tion) has not this creative impulse, this water. As to the rest, and compared plastic power, this capacity of reacting with the true and great poets-what is on his materials. He is a learned, a he to Spenser, over whose immortal, literal, a matter-of-fact' expounder of † Just as Cobbelt is a matter-of-fact reasoner.

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