the piper of the Mac Donells marched round the building, playing, as was customary on extraordinary occasions,an extempore piece of music. The pibroch which he now played was called from the place where it was composed, Cillechrist, and afterwards became the pibroch of the Glengarrie family. At length the flames poured forth from every quarter of the building; the roof fell in, there was one mingled yell, one crash of ruin the flame sunk in mouldering vapour, and all was silent. Angus was looking on with stern unrelenting determination, but the deed was done, and recollection now warned him of the danger of delay; he immediately gave orders to retreat, and, leading off his men, set off with the utmost expedition to his own country. The flames of the church had, however, lighted a beacon of alarm, which blazed far and wide; the Mac Kenzies had gathered in numerous bodies, and took the chase with such vigour, that they came in sight of the Mac Donells long before they came to the border of their country. Angus Mac Raonuill seeing the determination of the pursuit, and the superiority of its numbers, ordered his men to separate, and shift each for himself; they dispersed accordingly, and made every one his way to his own home as well as he could. The commander of the Mac Kenzies did not scatter his people, but intent on securing the leader of his foemen, held them together on the track of Angus Mac Raonuill, who, with a few men in his company, fled towards Loch Ness.Angus always wore a scarlet plush jacket, and it now served to mark him out to the knowledge of the pursuers. Perceiving that the whole chace was drawn after himself, he separated his followers one by one, till at length he was left alone; but yet the pursuers turned not aside upon the track of any other. When they came near the burn of Alt-Shian, the leader of the Mac Kenzies had gained so much on the object of his pursuit, that he had nearly overtaken him. The river which was before them runs in this place through a rocky chasm, or trough, of immense depth, and considerable breadth; Angus knew that death was behind him, and, gathering all his strength, he dashed at the desperate leap, and being a man of singular vigour and activity, succeeded in clearing it.-The leader of the Mac Kenzies, reckless of danger in the ardour of the pursuit, followed' also at the leap; but less athletic than his adversary, he failed of its length, and slipping on the side of the crag, held by the slender branch of a birch tree, which grew above him on the brink. The Mac Donell looking behind in his flight, to see the success of his pursuer, beheld him hanging to the tree, and struggling to gain the edge of the bank; he turned, and drawing his dirk, at one stroke severed the branch which supported the Mac Kenzie ; I have left much behind me with you to-day,' said he, take that also.' The wretched man, rolling from rock to rock, fell headlong into the stream below, where, shattered and mangled by the fall, he expired in the water. Angus Mac Raonuill continued his flight, and the Mac Kenzies, tho' bereft of their leader, held on the pursuit; checked, however, by the stream, which none of them dared to leap, Angus was gaining fast upon them, when a musket discharged at him by one of the pursuers, wounded him severely, and greatly retarded his speed. After passing the river, the Mac Kenzies again drew hard after him, and as they came in sight of Loch gentleman has no longer anything Ness, Angus perceiving his strength to say to me ! to fail with his wound, and his ene- H.-In truth, my dear, you are mies pressing upon him, deter- for ever quarrelling with me!mined to attempt swimming the Certainly, when I married you, it loch; he rushed into the water, and was not so hot-Ah! for some time, refreshed by its coolness, swam with much vigour and confidence. His limbs would, however, in all probability have failed him, before he had crossed the half of the distance to the opposite bank; but Fraser of Fyars, a particular friend of the Glengarrie family, seeing a single man pursued by a party out of the Mac Kenzie's country, and knowing that the Mac Donells had gone upon an expedition in that country got a boat, and hastening to the aid of Angus, took him on board, and conveyed him in safety to the east side of the loch. Mac Kenzies seeing theirfoeman had escaped, discontinued their pursuit, and Angus returned at his leisure to Glengarrie. Gentleman's Mag. W. For lovers, summer has no fires, and winter no ice. H.-Yes, madam! but for husbands, it is very different. Listen to me-when people see each other every day, and are constantly together, how can you expect that one can find always something to say? W.-But, sir, when you paid your addresses to me, you said to be eternally with thee, to see but thee, to love but thee; to repeat it, to prove it to thee every moment, will constitute the happiness of my life. H. (falling asleep) Yes, yes, 'tis true, and I-I say so still. The W. Then the days you passed with me appeared to you too short; you were in despair when any importunate visitors came to interrupt our conversation; you never left me but with regret; always returned full of ardour;-you repeated to me the softest vows, and your eyes, beaming with tenderness, were in accordance with your lips! Ah! my dear, am I then changed in three years! have I fewer attractions! Is my heart less tender !— No; I love you-I cherish you more than ever.-Why art thou not the same as formerly?—Answer me, I implore you! A DOG-DAY SKETCH. Husband and Wife. H.-(yawning) Ah! W. How agreeable husbands are! During the whole hour that we have been at table, this is all you can find to say to me. H. My dear, what would you have? It is so hot!-it depresses one, it overpowers.-One is not able to speak, or do anything. W.-By you, one would suppose that the dog-days lasted all the year. 1 H.-Ah! madam, what a vile reproach! Assuredly I do not deserve it, but you will allow that 100 degrees is quite insupportable. W.-You provoke me with your degrees. When we were married, they were as many,-it was the month of August; but then the heat did not annoy you, nor prevent you from supporting conversation. After a union of three years, the (Husband snores.) W.-Ah! the cruel monster! he sleeps he sleeps whilst I am telling him of my love! (violently shaking the arm of her husband.) Sir! sir! will you then answer me ?—You sleep!-ah! this is dreadful !- You love me no longer! H. (rubbing his eyes)- My dear wife, I must really have some iced water. W.-Ah! sir, you really have no occasion for it. As I am a faithful christian man, Entranced in a heavy and uncomfortable slumber, I thought my self in the streets of a city; but I was not that which I had been: I was poor-miserably poor; but my poverty afflicted me only as it incapacitated me from replenishing my snuff-box. I rapped on the lid, and never shall I forget the hollow sound which my box emitted; it still rings in my ears-it still dwells in my memory with all the semblance of reality. I raised the lid-what a distressing scene met my view!my box, which had been so regularly filled with the best brown,' was almost empty: the melancholy sight overcame me. I felt my heart turn sick within me; my eyes filled with tears, and my nose felt-oh, I shall never forget how it felt; even at this distant period, I shudder to think of it. But description is of no avail; those alone who know the luxury of a pinch of snuff, (and what a misfortune it is to be kept without it, even for an hour,) can form any idea of my feelings. I rubbed my finger round the interior-I gathered the little which remained into one place; I was in the act of raising it to my nose, when a breeze, a killing breeze,' robbed me of it, and scattered it abroad as the dust of the earth. Now was my existence become a burthen to me; the cup of misery had been full, and I had drained it to the dregs. Hunger and thirst, and heat and cold, and the sneers of the world, I could have borne; but to see my nose deprived of its accustomed food was death. I sat me down to contemplate my box-a train of sad ideas presented them selves to my mind; it appeared to be impossible to live without my accustomed pinch, and, in the anguish of my spirit, I cried, 'I will die.' I arose, my box still in my hand, and went towards a river: I reached its banks, and in a moment its waters were closed about my head: When I recovered from the feeling, or rather shock, which (as all know who have tried the experiment) stuns one at his sudden plunge into the water, I found myself at the side of an old man, whose beard grey with age, reached nearly to his feet; my first impulse was to prostrate myself before him, but he prevented me; and taking me by the hand, said in a voice which betrayed no signs of age, Mortal, fear not, thou art under my protection; know that I, who stand beside thee, am no other than the most high and mighty Genius of snuff-takers and cigar-smokers; thou hast well and duly served me during your life, it is meet therefore that thou shouldst now receive thy reward.' At these words he took me by the hand, and although I could perceive no instrument which caused us to move, I felt that we were journeying thro' the regions of the deep. At length we arrived at land, and I once more found myself on terra firma, but it was not that earth which I had quitted; no, it was, as the Genius informed me, the paradise of snufftakers and cigar-smokers. This beautiful land was not like that which I had left; as far as the eye could see, the ground was covered with tobacco plant, which flourished with marvellous fertility. The happy inhabitants of this land came forward to meet me, with their boxes in their hands, and cigars in their mouths; one offered me his box, another his cigar; here were no envyings, no strife, no ambition, ! 2 -they had all one common object, of the water, and I think on the that of taking snuff and smoking last pinch and sigh. their cigars; no other ideas entered their minds to them might be applied that most comfortable saying, that they passed their time away in smoke. In this happy country, you were not obliged to throw aside your cigar in order to refresh yourself by sleep, the body retained all its fa Gentleman's Mag. Select Poetry. MY BOSOM LOVE. Here's to thee, my own, my bosom love! not name thy name culties; and the Genius would send Wot na art, whate'er thou wert, some inferior spirit to see that your cigar did not burn your lips. deep within my breast, One brimming bowl quaff'd freely off, Here's to thee, my own, my bosom love! I may That I, as once I fondly hoped, The superiority of the tobacco over that of this world was remarkable, inasmuch as I could not help exclaiming, 'Oh, my fellow smokers, it cannot enter into your heads to think, nor can your minds understand how, in the world from which I come, we are imposed upon; shall I say it, instead of this nourishing laud thee more but never, Never love thee more than now. and excellent plant, a noisome weed Then pour, &c. which causes head-aches, and I know Here's to thee, my own, my bosom love! not what, is sold to us by the tobac-Although it be in vain conists; yes, my brethren, frauds, of which you can form no idea, are I have even practised upon us. now (and here I shuddered) in my pocket a cigar which I brought from that world of iniquity. At these words, methought I put a cigar in their hands, at the sight of which there arose a loud and piercing shriek, so much were they shocked at the stuff which we call cigars.No more no more--the shriek instantly awoke me-I found myself in my chamber; yet I had great difficulty to persuade myself that the troubles which I had undergone, and the reward which I' had enjoyed were not realities; my trouble had been severe-my reward great; still I would not dream another such a dream, for even now, when my box is getting low, I hear the bubbling Then pour, &c. Then pour, &c. It faithfully shall be: Their primal offerings cast, Then pour, &c. PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY J. DUNCOMBE, 19 LITTLE QUEEN STREET HOLBORN: Where all Communications (post-paid) for the Editor, are requested to be addressed; also by Sherwood, Gilbert and Piper, Paternoster-row; Mac Phun, Glasgow, Sutherland, Edinburgh; and of all other Booksellers and Newsmen. OF AMUSEMENT AND INSTRUCTION IN History, Science, Literature, the Fine Arts, &c. Let me not burst in ignorance! but tell MORE has been written upon Valencia, perhaps, than any other city in Spain. It stands in the midst of an extensive plain, upon the banks of the Guadalquivir, which washes its walls, separating it from part of the suburbs, and half a league from the sea. It is a place of great antiquity, bearing its present appellation even as early as the time of the Romans. The remarkable incidents contained in the following story, are said to have occurred during the reign of Pedrò the Fourth, King of Arragon, subsequent to the final expulsion of the Moors in 1238. No. 114.-N: S. SHAKSPEARE. Among the most beautiful of the fair ladies of Valencia, was Isabella de Miranda. Many of the most noble cavaliers in the whole place had courted an alliance with her in vain; hitherto her heart had remained callous to all the tender emotions of love, and many were the unfortunate wights who, by the coldness and disdain with which she treated their advances, had well nigh followed the example of the worthy shepherd Chrysostom, in Don Quixote, where that pathetic tale is so admirably narrated by the inimitable Cervantes. |