Adair, Esq., late Surgeon General, by J.thor of " Waverley." He received his early edCrane, M. D.," who, it is to be hoped, was a ucation at the Manse of Ruthwell, in Dummuch better physician than a poet. Lady Caroline Adair's married life was short but happy. She died of consumption, after giving birth to three children, one of them a son. On her death-bed she requested Adair to wear mourning for her as long as he lived; which he scrupulously did, save on the king's and queen's birthdays, when his duty to his sovereign required him to appear at court in full dress. If this injunction respecting mourning were to prevent Adair marrying again, it had the desired effect; he did not marry a second time, though he had many offers. fresshire, from Dr. Henry Duncan, the originator of savings-banks, and author of “The Sacred Philosophy of the Seasons," and then at Greenwich, under Dr. Burney. He commenced his university career at Edinburgh, and was there brought under the powerful influence of his uncle, Professor Wilson, then holding the chair which had been held by Dugald Stewart and Thomas Brown, and "wielded at will" the spirits of his students. In the rhetoric class, too, he proved his talents by a prize-poem, of which great things were spoken at the time. From Edinburgh he passed to Magdalen College, OxBut I am trenching on the scandalous ford, where, in 1832, he graduated B. A. In chronicles of the last century, and must the same year he was called to the Scottish stop. Suffice it to say, Adair seems to have bar. He never cared much for eminence in been a universal favorite among both women that profession, but devoted himself with asand men; even Pope Garganelli conceived siduity to literary pursuits. He became one a strong friendship for him when he visited of the brilliant writers on the staff of BlackRome. Adair's only son by Lady Keppel wood's Magazine, and furnished some of its served his country with distinction as a diplo- finest papers in many departments of literamatist, and died in 1855, aged ninety-two ture. In a sojourn on the Continent he beyears, then being the Right Honorable Sir came conversant with the philosophy of GerRobert Adair, G. C. B., the last surviving many and France, and enamored with the political and private friend of his distin- studies which were presented to an active guished relative, Charles James Fox. His mind by the characteristic speculations of memory, though not generally known, has these countries. Of his more memorable been also er hrined in a popular piece of papers in Blackwood, we may note, as spepoetry; for, being expressly educated for the cially worthy of perusal by metaphysical diplomatic service at the University of Got-readers, a series on "The Philosophy of Contingen, Canning satirized him in "The Ro-sciousness," articles on "Mill's Logic," as Rogero, the unfortunate student. Berkeleyanism,” Reid's “ Theory of Per vers lover of "Sweet Matilda Pottingen." WILLIAM PINKERTON. ception," and a critique on Bailey's "Theory of Vision." He also passed in review the chief works of Goethe and Schiller-in consideration of which Sir Edward Bulwer Lytton dedicated his translations from German to him. He also exposed, in an able but sarcastic paper, the extensive and almost wholesale use made by Coleridge of the writings of Schelling. In 1842 he was chosen, by the Fac PROFESSOR FERRIER. THE Scottish academical world has recently lost one of its ornaments by the death of Professor Ferrier, of St. Andrews, whose life, literary and otherwise, is thus summed up in a late number of the Reader; James F. Ferrier, L.L.D., Oxon, Professor of Moral Philosophy and Political Economy in the Uni-ulty of Advocates, Professor of Universal versity of St. Andrews, N. B., son of John History in the University, in immediate sucFerrier, Writer to the Signet, and Margaret cession to George Skene, who had obtained Wilson, sister of "Christopher North," was the office on the transfer of Sir William Hamborn at Edinburgh in 1808. His grandfather ilton to the Chair of Logic. Shortly afterwas colleague to Sir Walter Scott as Clerk of ward he married his cousin, the daughter of the Court of Session; and his aunt was Miss Professor John Wilson. In 1845 the SenaFerrier, author of the novels " Marriage," tus Academicus of St. Andrews appointed "Destiny," etc., which, for a time, divided him Professor of Moral Philosophy and the attention of the world with those of the au- Political Economy, in succession to George Cook, D.D., who had followed Dr. Chalmers | composed, set to music, and sung by the nein that office. Here he labored with zeal, elo-gro himself. In their plaintive and mournquence, and learning in impressing the taste ful sweetness, their invariable spirit of devofor philosophizing on his students and in ex- tion, and their wild and irregular melody, citing their interest in the history of thought. they are improvements upon those composed On the resignation of his father-in-law, in for our white "negro minstrels." The lat1852, Professor Ferrier became a candidate ter no doubt surpass these originals in meanfor the vacant Moral Philosophy chair in Ed- ing and in wit; but it will be noticed that the inburgh. The appointment then lay in the most popular of the so-called negro melohands of the members of the town council; dies are thus popular because they possess and they preferred another. This rejection some of the peculiar characteristics of those put him on his mettle, and he produced, in that correspondents and educated Northern 1854, his singularly acute, resolute, and orig-men, penetrating to the dwelling of the Southinal work, entitled “Institutes of Metaphys-ern negroes, within the last two years, have ics: the Theory of Knowing and Being.' Two years afterward the death of Sir William Hamilton left a vacancy in the Logic Chair of Edinburgh University, and Professor Ferrier became a candidate. The contest was very fierce. A goodly number of able men were candidates; but the heat of the competition lay between Ferrier and the present holder of the chair, Professor Fraser, who obtained the majority of votes. The keenness with which that contest was carried on -political and ecclesiastical feeling to a considerable extent mingling with it—is still remembered. Ferrier's attack his antagupon onists, and his defence of himself after his failure, in his pamphlet entitled "Scottish, Philosophy, the Old and the New," though exceedingly able, were injudicious. They showed too much of the wounded spirit. In 1859 the Senatus of St. Andrews elected him Assessor. He was also Dean of the Faculty of Arts. In 1862 he was chosen Examiner in Logic by the council of the London University. His courses of lectures at St. Andrews were singularly well arranged and exhaustive. He had but recently added to his former prelections a History of Philosophical Opinions" of great interest. With much of the gayety of Professor Wilson, he combined a great deal of the philosophic learning of Sir William Hamilton. He died after a severe though not long illness, on the 11th of June. 66 From The N. Y. Evening Post. The Original Negro Minstrelsy of the War. noted for the amusement of loyal readers. Whittier caught the spirit, and tried to infuse it into his own composition in his song of the Negro Boatman, at Port Royal, beautifully prefacing it : "For dear the bondsman holds his gifts The gold that kindly nature sifts There was a great deal of cheerful music 66 : Say, darkeys, have you seen de master Where de Linkum gunboats lay; De darkeys laugh he he!' An' de year of jubilo-o." Here is one of the grandest sounding hymns sung at Port Royal. A congregation of three hundred men and women at the Baptist Church on St. Helena Island often join in it with the greatest enthusiasm : --- "Little children, sitting on the tree of life, Oh, my soul is rising heavenward, to hear when Oh, my brother, sitting on the tree of life, I no weary yet; De bands of faith are on my soul Old Satan toss a ball at me, He tot de ball would hit my soul, De ball to hell and I to hebben, When any member of the congregation becomes agitated with a desire for religion, the following, or something like it, 18 joined in by all present; supposing the person now to be Sister Sarah: "Sister Sarah, do you want to get religion? Sister Mary got de letter, To meet my Jesus dere, Go down in de lonesome valley, Here is a snatch of another hymn : 66 'Oh, Lord o' Israel, Sanctify my soul ! Sinner o' man, you better begin, De gates'll be shut, an' you can't come in ; Sometimes the hymn breaks forth in this strain : "De Lord am coming, yah, yah, To take me right along home, ah, yah; Den, yah, oh, yah, yah, Glory come along; Don't you see the chariot comin', Why look right over yonder, Yah, yab, And don't you 'gin to wonder, Oh, yah. "I'll follow in Jesus' ways, No man can hinder me! No man can hinder me!" A person writing from New Orleans says the following, with many variations, is a favorite at the meetings of the contrabands in that vicinity : "If you want to make old Satan run, Oh, play on de golden harp! I went down to de gates ob hell, Oh, play on de golden harp! Oh, play on de golden harp! I turn my face up tu de sky, Oh, play on de golden harp!" It is only necessary to examine the songs sung habitually by the negroes to see the fallacy of the argument so often used that the negroes are uniformly happy, unthinking, light-hearted, and contented in the condition of slavery. Through a majority of their melodies there breathes a mournful spirit,-a moan of crushed hopes and weary experiences,- -a wail of longings out of the depths of the soul, not utterly silenced by despair. Here is a wild burst : "Oh! dar'll be mournin', mournin', mournin', Oh! dar'll be mournin', De judgment-seat of Christ! De judgment-seat of Christ!" Here is a weary song, with the inevitable and undying faith in the justice which is always expressed :— "Oh we'll join the forty thousand by and by So we will! so we will! We'll join de forty thousand upon de golden shore, And our sorrows will be gone for evermore, more. The story of Moses and Pharaoh possesses a peculiar fascination for the negro mind; why it is so it is not hard to guess. 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And melts, O Peace! thy priceless pearl Yet never quite, in darkest night, Down trickles still some starry rill O Love Divine! could I resign To walk thy ways, what wealth of grace If one poor flower of thanks to thee All night thou snowest down to me One task of human love fulfilled, My days of lonely labor gild With gleams of splendor! One prayer," Thy will, not mine!" and CAST on this globe by cold mechanic Fate, Blots thee to nothing. Let the human race, Then yielded to oblivion. Come what may, Life's only pleasure is, that every day |