however his polish, his elegance, nor As a specimen we select the follow. his immorality. They are all small ing, and cannot conclude without obpieces, prettily turned, and certainly serving, that upon the whole Lord very creditable to one so young as the Byron need feel no regret at having author: but they are not free from committed his name to the public in faults, and a capital one is the exube- the present volume. rant use of compound epithets, some of which are frequently unintelligible, and frequently idiculous: for exam

LACHIN Y. GAIR.

LACHIN Y. GAIR, or, as it is pronounced in the Erse, LOCH NA GARR, towers prou fly pre-eminent in the Northern Highlands, near Invercauld. One of our modern Tourists mentions it as the highest moun tai perhaps in Great Britain: be this as it may, it is certainly one of the most sublime, a id picture que, amongst our "Caledonian Alps." Its appearance is of a dusky hue, bra the summit is the seat of eternal snows; near Lachin y. Gair, I spent some of the early part of my life, the recollection of which has given birth to the following Stanzas. AWAY, ye gay landscapes; ye gardens

The longest poem in the book is the tale of Oscar and Alva," written in quatrains, and very pleasingly written. But the altering the measure « towards the close, by introducing the double rimes, in imitation of Gray's "Bard," is, we think, a blemish; and the following line, which is entirely owing to this, is quite ludicrous: “The tapers wink, the chieftains shrink,"

&".

of roses!

In you let the minions of luxury rove; Restore me the rocks, where the snow-flake

Yet, Caledonia! belov'd are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though ele

ments war,

Though cataracts foam, 'stead of smooth flowing foun ains,

I sigh for the valley of dark Loch na Garr.

The first piece in the volume " On leaving Newstead Abbey," is pretty: and the "Epitaph on a Friend," p.7. is really an elegant and pathetic composition; the thoughts are tender, yet Ah! they arise in an easy and natural way. The first line is a close imitation of Pope's "Eloisa,”

"Oh name, for ever sad, for ever dear "

In the "Occasional Prologue," Lord Byron has been led into a gross grammatical error, for the sake of the rime we presume:

"Which stamp'd disgrace on ali the author

t"

We know he can plead precedent for

My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was
the plaid;

On chieftains, long perish'd, my memory
ponder'd,
[glade;
As daily I strode through the pine-cover'd
sought not my home, till the day's dying
glory
[star;

I

Gave place to the rays of the bright polar For Fancy was cheer'd, by traditional story, Disclos'd by the natives of dark Loch na

Garr.

it; but still it is an error, and an un- «Shades of the dead! have I not heard pardonable one.

In the "Translations" he has given us some versions from Greek and Latin authors, and, among others, Adrian's Address to his Soul, when dying;

Το

Aimula! ragula, blandula," &c.

say that it is greatly inferior to the beautiful paraphrase of Pope, is not to dispraise Lord Byron; and we must also add, that his translations from Anacreon, though far above mediocrity, are yet below the elegant and spirited version of Mr. Moore.

your voices [gale?" "Kise on the night-rolling breath of the Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale: [gathers, Round Loch na Garr, while the stormy mist Winter presides in his cold icy car; Clouds, there, encircle the forms of my Fathers,

They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch na Garr:

* This word is erroneously pronounced PLAD, the proper pronunciation (acco ding to the Scotch) is shewn by the orthography.

slumber,

You rest with your clan, in the caves of

Bramar,

The Pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,

Your deeds, on the echoes of dark Loch

na Garr.

Years have rolled on, Loch na Garr, since I

left you,

Years must elapse e'er I tread you again; Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you: Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain: England thy beauties are tame and domestic,

To one who has rov'd on the mountains

afar;

Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic.

The steep frowning glories of dark Loch

na Garr.

RECOLLECTIONS of PARIS, in the
YEARS 1802-3-4-5. By JOHN
PINKERTON. 2 vols. 8vo. 1800.
(Concluded from page 138.)

TE cannot devote much more

"in like manner the hall of the general assembly, national convention, &c. was unca peted, whence the feet becoming child, the head became hot, and the consequences are known to all Europe"

This is really amazingly pretty; a charming stroke of a playful and sportive fal.cy; and we do assure the reader that there are many other specimens of equal humour and ingenuity to be found in the course of these volumes. And here let us not forget to inform the world, upon the authority of Mr. Pinkerton's 'minute enquiry and close observation, that the French ladies do really and absolutely "wear shifts," though it has been scandalously and maliciously reported to the contrary by a certain German traveller. (Vol. II. p. 107.)

We cannot assent to Mr. Pinkerton's assertion, that the Edinburgh herse is of all others "the most elegant." In our opinion, (and we speak from personal observation) the

W room or attention to this work. herses of Edinburgh resevable mure

We have indeed already given it more of both than in our opinion its merits demand, but in doing so we were influenced solely by a wish to repress a pert and forward vanity, and to expose a considerable flippancy of thought and language, which the author would fain exalt into philosophy and style.

the travelling dwellings of a shew of wild beasts, than the solemn and decent receptacle of shrouded mortality. They are stuck over with glittering shreds and patches, and affect the eye like the outside of a puppet-shew at Bartholomew Fair.

The theory of the association of ideas has exercised the ingenuity of The third chapter in the second the most acute philosophers, and volume, which Mr. Pinkerton depo- they have sometimes in vain endeaminates "Considerations on a com- voured to trace tl.e connecting link mercial treaty with France," is cer- between two successive ideas. We tainly a most epicurean production. think we may venture to propose as From reading it, we shrewdly sus- a problem to the Universities of pect that in our author's opinion, the Europe, what could possibly be the best commercial treaty that could be concatenating series in Mr. Pinkerestablished between the two coun- ton's mind, when he wrote the followtries, would be that which enabled ing paragraph. him to have good French wines at

"Fromage or cheese is a lax term his own table, at a moderate price. at Paris for any substance compressed. Truly we entertain some serious Thus a fromage d'Italie is a Bologna doubts, whether Mr. Pinkerton will sausage; a fromage glacé is a kind of not have strong reason to repent his ice, &c. Animals killed by electricity journey to France, or whether he are found to be singularly tender!!"

What immediate connexion there den. The total obstruction of the can be between a Bologna sausage intercourse would not indeed have and electricity, it is utterly beyond been favourable to the French themour comprehension to divine; and we selves, for many spies pass and repass; invite the contemplation of our phi- and I learned from the best authority, losophical readers upon the subject. with no small degree of surprise and It would be curious to know under indignation, that the surest intelli what figure of speech Lord Kaimes gence was derived from French emiwould have reduced this. grants in this country, who had no

The most interesting portion of the other occupation but in thus betraysecond volume is undoubtedly that ing their unsuspecting benefactors. for which we have only to thank Mr. How far it may be prudent to nourish Pinkerton as an editor: we mean the these serpents in our bosom may be letters on Polish Literature, by a na- too soon discovered by sad experi tive of the country and a friend of the ence; those who had returned to author's. They are too long to in- Paris, far from evincing any gratitude sert here, but we recommend them as for the favours received, often sought affording both instruction and delight to shew their fidelity to the new goin the perusal. One thing struck us vernment by expressions of the bitforcibly as we read them; the unpro- terest ennuity against this country, nounceable nature of the literati of and by proposing plans for its subju Poland. It would certainly demand gation. On reproaching them for a very peculiar organic capability or their incredible ingratitude, they a long practice to enunciate fluently would answer, with great coolness, Rzewuski, Nakcyanowicz, Chmiel- "What your ministry did for us, was ewski, &c. It would be amusing to merely to serve their own interest; hear the works of these gentlemen and their motives claim no gratitude called for in a bookseller's shop by a whatever." A Frenchman of whatcollecting clerk. ever rank or station will ever intensely feel his own nationality, and never can be the friend of this country;

We are informed by Mr. Pinkerton at p. 303, that the sale of periodical journals in France is extremely which, in his own idea, he cannot be, small: While," says he, " in Eng- Quiberon is not the only grievance; without being a traitor. The affair of

land five thousand have been sold of

a monthly publication, in France the and scarcely one can be found who number rarely exceeds five hundred; does not complain, forsooth, of the and I have been well informed that parsimony of the British government of the Magazine Encyclopedique and which furnishes such scanty pensions the Decade, now Revue, the sale to men of their superlative merit. rarely passes three hundred." This argues strongly for the superior information among the middle classes of society in England.

The

reign of infatuation seems gradually to pass away; but a complete return to sound sense, and the rational and experimental policy of The following fact ought to be enall nations will be clearly marked by graven on tablets of brass, and hung they may have ample grants of lands, sending them all to Canada; where up at every corner of the metropolis, find an honourable existence in im to rouze England from the dotage in proving a barren country, and exert which she has too long slumbered. their industry among their countryWe give it in the author's own men.

words:

Their perpetual spirit of intrigue and misrepresentation, which "The prohibition of all intercourse have already in so many instances with England had often been attempt- proved detrimental to the interests of ed, at least in appearance, but had as this country, and which alone would often been evaded. Papers and pass- render their presence extremely dan ports indeed bore that the ships were gerous, may there be diverted to other destined for Embden, but the French objects, useful to themselves and to consuls and agents well knew that posterity. These reflections are England was intended, which the wrested from me by the indignation mariners jocularly called New Emb- I felt at the intelligence I received in

Holland, as well by the conduct of fore received with the downcast husome whom I saw at Paris; and shall mility of beggary and want. Rather be closed with one observation, that let them forth to the wide world, those emigrants who are the most cul- the innocent and the guilty, than be pable are often those who are the ourselves the victims of our own ge least suspected, as they cover their nerosity. It was a noble feature in plots with expressions of the bitterest our national character, when we threw enmity to the new French government, open the ports of our kingdom to the while they are courting its favour, and defenceless and the oppressed: but it the restitution of their possessions, will be a nobler one, to vindicate our by the most nefarious means." own dignity, and to cast forth from Far be it from us to utter a wish every quarter of the realm the crafty, that could militate against the inter- treacherous villains, who prowl about ests of humanity; far be it from us to wait our own downfall and deto crush those that are fallen, to exult struction. Had we the power, wo over the degraded: but let us be would kindle such an indignant imjust to ourselves: let us not harbour pulse in the breasts of our countryinsidious wretches, who practise on men, that not a Frenchman should our benevolence and deride our libe- be found within the borders of this rality: let us not shelter the venomous island, who had entered it under the serpent, who waits only to turn and character of an emigrant. If they sting us. It is the very height and must be the foes of England, let it be extremity of baseness, that can suffer any where but upon our own ground; those people who have been clothed as an open antagonist we will meet and fed, protected and preserved by them hand to hand, nor tremble at us, to plan, even under our smiles, the issue; but as a concealed and the means of injury and ruin to us: lurking enemy, let us drive them or who, when no longer needing our forth with scorn and infamy. bounty, scoff at that which they be

ORIGINAL POETRY.

A FATHER'S ADDRESS to his INFANT

S

DAUGHTER.

WEET babe! 1 view thy smiling face,
I mark the lustre of thine eye;
Ihear thy infant prattling voice,

And list thy raptures with a sigh.
The years of thoughtless, happy youth,
Thou'st yet to trace with bounding heart;
To court the frolic pleasures round,

With uncouth joy, devoid of art;
But al thy father weeps to see

Beyond the margin of these years;
A road perplex'd perchance, and fraught
With sighs, and woe, and trickling tears!
Life is a thorny path at best,
And happy those who've pass'd it through;
But ah! mueh happier sure are they
Its joys and pains who never knew!
When I perhaps am gone to dust,

Thou'lt feel its anguish and alarms;
No friend to shield thee from its storms,
Or press thee in protecting arms.
Oh! could a father's wishes rise,➡
(The incense of a father's heart;)
To nature's God, who hears above,

His creature's prayers from ev'ry part;
I'd ask the humble, valu'd boon,

If doom'd to know life's miseries;
That even now you might become
An infant seraph in your native skies!

W. M.