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well as for another quality which it the egotistic consideration of its bes is but fair to mention--his benefi- ing our own decided opinion, in oppocence to a distressed order of persons sition to the principle of some great whom the French Revolution made counterpointists, and the performance dependent on his bounty. We allude of many of these scholars. to the Duke of Queensberry, who fell upon an ingenious contrivance I cannot here omit quoting, (says Kelly,) of giving the French emigrants, what the immortal Haydn has mention who dined with him, the entrée to ed on the subject of melody ; he said it the

is the air which is the charm of music, without opera

any expense, which their unfortunate circumstan

and it is that which it is most difficult to ces would not have otherwise allow produce; patience and study are suffied, and, at the same time, with a sounds, but the invention of a fine melody

cient for the composition of agreeable delicacy for their feelings, which is is the work of genius; the truth is, a fine always the best accompaniment of air needs neither ornament nor accessories beneficence. He pretended that he in order to please ;-would you know had purchased the privilege of giving whether it really be fine, sing it without tickets, and gave as many as his accompaniments. guests required for the evening when they dined with him. Another trait Our justly-celebrated composer Dr of the Duke he states of a more sel- Arne used to give as the surest test fish kind, but it strongly points out of the beauty of a song, that it would the sagacity of the Duke, and we grind about the streets upon the give it as a hint to deaf people. He organ. told Kelly at one of their tête-à-tête We may here mention, for the bedinners, that, being by that time nefit of our fair countrywomen, an, very deaf, he never invited more other opinion mentioned by Kelly, than one guest, who was thus con- as held by all Italian masters, the strained to talk to him, or to hold delicacy of whose taste will not be his tongue. When more persons disputed, that the piano-forte is an were at table, they talked to one an- instrument highly prejudicial to the other, which his deafness made awk- voice. ward to his Grace, who could not If a continuation, or second edihear the conversation.

tion, of this book be published, we We are glad to mention one musi. think it would be an improvement cal dictum, sanctioned not only by if a good index were annexed to it, the opinion of Kelly, but by that of and a division made in the body of some of the greatest musical com- the work, instead of separately, after panies of his time,--that melody is the title-page of each volume of the principal charm, and ought to be chapters, with their subjects more the leading principle of musical particularly specified than they are composition. This flatters us from in that prefatory table of contents.

SHORT CHAPTER ON DEDICATIONS.

Your Dedication is a marvellous abuse upon abuse, till the bounds of piece of writing : it excelleth all mortal suffering are fairly broken other writings. It may travel back down. wards to the age of the Pharaohs, or Your Noble dedications, to titled it may anticipate the ninty-ninth boys or dotards, are generally poor century. It is confined to no space things. You can tell before you to no time, it is without limits. read them what they contain. “His You may dedicate to the King, or to Lordship’s high ancestry, and his your own valet or washer-woman, Lordship's great virtues, and his -you may inscribe to your wife, (if Lordship's wonderful goodness." you have one,) or to your monkey. Royal dedications are still worse, You may be grave or gay, landatory insufferably dull, --stiff, stately, stuor satirical, lengthy or short, reason- pid,--formal as a levee bow,--beartable or nonsensical,- you may ex- less as a royal friendship,-unmeanhaust the vocabulary of human vir- ing as a state-paper. tues, “and fancy more,” or heap Prose is more suitable than versie - a rhyming dedication is a sad bore". ing his own work. Yet, sooth to To make the words jingle, consisten- say, notwithstanding all these 'adcy may be sacrificed, or a qualifica vantages, a short dedication is much tion (a woeful qualification !) may better than a long one; three lines, be necessary. Sad is the state of a or, if possible, three words are quite dedicator who ventures lo qualify, enough. -'is to ruin his hopes for ever, From the time of Cromwell to it can never be forgotten nor forgiven. that of George the Third, a Dedicato He must not know the word,--praise tion was frequently an author's passspurns it,--sarcasm abhors it

. It is port to beg. The patron got praise the only proscribed word in the Dic. according to his payment. This tionary of a dedicator,—"pray you practice was attended with great inavoid it."

convenience the praise was gener. The first rule in wit is an axioma ally given on credit, and the patron's in a Dedication. Brevity is its very poverty or his dissatisfaction fresoul. Our forefathers were great quently rendered him unable or untransgressors in this respect, espe- willing to pay. What then could pecially if they were pious. They the poor author do? If he abused stickled not on fifty quarto pages, the man he had loaded with ennay, they frequently inflicted a round comium, who would believe him? hundred on the unfortunate dedicatee. If he remained silent, he was supYet all this may be defended. 'Twas a posed to have received a payment he trial of patience, and what better trial never saw. Besides, there have could prepare a man for digesting a been many writers since, and doubt. learned treatise on polemical divinity? less there were a few while it exist"Twas often more -a summary of the ed, who condemned the practice as work which followed it. This too disgraceful to literature. Perhaps was not without its use. The very these fellows are in the right; we devout reader secured a double dose, have never heard, however, of any he of gentler stomach lost little by even of them refusing a present or a confining himself to the Dedication. piece of good service from a patron. Sometimes its pretensions were of a The excellence of a thing may be more ambitious character ; it started, measured by its difficulty. Accordand of course most satisfactorily re- ing to this rule, å good Dedication futed every objection which the most must be excellent: it is the most ingenious or the most malignant foe difficult thing in literature. Hence could possibly state to the work. also its rarity. The last century To be sure, this was little better produced very few Dedications at all than forestalling the labours of the tolerable. Johnson alone could write critics; but there were no critics in a good Dedication, and he produced these days, and the reader was there- only one. Another good one did not fore obliged to the author for review- appear. The same remark holds

There are exceptions to this remark. I'll mention one, but it is a tickler. It is the dedication on the title-page of a MS. volume preserved in the Library of Glasgow University, and called “ Christian Poems, for Spiritual Edification." This MS. vo. lume was written by the famous Zachary Boyd, (who presented his Library to the College of Glasgow,) and must have cost him immense labour. It is corrected with evident care in almost every page, and seems to have been revised by its author more than once. Many writers have sneered at it very probably they could not read it. I looked over many of its pages within the last six months, and was well pleased in various places. Zachary, to be surc, has a trick of calling persons and things by their right names, and modern refinement will not perhaps allow that this practice can be very conducive to“ spiritual edification;" but is not his age more to be blamed than himself? That he was honest, seems to me certain that he was bold, no man will deny who reads his dedication.

TO JESUS CHRIST, MY LORD.
0 Thou Eternall, r'll for ever chuse
Thee for the subject of my sacred muse,
Till to the choir of Angels thou me bring,
Where Saints the anthems of thy glory sing

true of the present times. Sir Wal- houses--Wordsworth’s for crazy pauter himself,' who can do every thing pers. Rogers could write a tolerelse, is but a bungler here. He has able Dedication, but for his wealth tried it in verse, but failed: his-Byron would have hit the mark, prose attempts will not pass muster. if he had been less proud. The man Moore can do nothing in this way, is not yet born who can write a good Southey's Dedications are fit only for Dedication or if he is, we do not dishclouts Crabbe's for parish work- know him.

VALE.

SIR JASPER GLENDEARN ; A BORDER STORY. A Few centuries ago there raged, gifts and devotions. They were both between England and Scotland, ale tall and athletic young men, and most perpetual dissensions and feuds, bad already distinguished themselves which had descended from the most by their feats of prowess in the Borancient times, and were still deadly der fights, so that, being personally and unextinguished. The Borderers known to their enemies, they were of both kingdoms could scarcely sur- always exposed to considerable peril; pass each other in their deeds of law. but they fearlessly pursued their less outrage, and shocking cruelty solitary journey, reckless of every and inhumanity. When these fero- danger, or resolved to brave it to the cious freebooters had set out on their utmost. They had set out from predatory excursions, they filled all their townland on a dark and the country around with terror and stormy December afternoon. Winter alarm; and scarcely any habitation, had set in with the greatest incleor trace of culture, survived their mency; storms of drifting snow, merciless ravages. Relentless, as they and torrents of rain, accompanied were, they spared none that fell into with deep and rumbling peals of their hands; but all ranks, sexes, thunder, rendered travelling in such and ages whatever, in spite of their a season very disagreeable and danheart-rending supplications for mer- gerous. When they were about cy, were massacred in cold blood; twelve miles from the Holy Shrine, while the war-cry of their savage they were benighted on a bleak and foes was, “ No mercy! no quarter! lonely place, where they could disthey are enemies." The times, in- cover no cottage that could shelter deed, were so stormy and perilous, them from the howling blast, which that every one was in continual still continued unabated in its vioalarm and apprehension for the safe. lence. Every thing around had a ty of his family and property. Tra wild-like aspect. They were sur. velling, too, was attended with ex- rounded on all sides with marshy cessive danger: the public roads tracts of heath, on which could not were infested with vast numbers of be seen a single tree, to screen them marauders, who were roving about from the piercing cold of the north the country in quest of plunder, at wind, -not even a shrub varied the the same time butchering all that tedious sameness of the barren land. fell into their power. Since none, scape. As they wandered about, therefore, haul the rashness to meet very disconsolate at the prospect of them openly, they were compelled to passing all the night amidst the travel in the most private by-ways, shows, they perceived a small hut at and other tracts that were least a little distance. On approaching, known and frequented. But then they were much disappointed, when the state of the times, and the man- they found that it was only an unners of the people, may be best inhabited, wretched-looking hovel, illustrated in the following short in a very ruinous condition. The legend :

inclement storms of many a winter It happened, once, that two Scots- had almost uncovered the roof, and men, Hugh Latham and Roger Sax- in several parts laid bare the walls, ton, set out on a pilgrimage to St. so that the place was filled with mud Waltham's Priory, to offer at the and water. The situation of our shrine of that holy saint their pious travellers was therefore by no means bettered, and they left the but, bit- the old woman, in a tone of compasterly cursing their ill fortune. Roo sion; " but I can't afford you shelger, who was far more patient and ter to-night, else I would be torn shrewder than his companion, re piecemeal by my master, should he marked, that the farther they ad discover that I opened his gates to vanced, the ground retained marks of strangers, and mayhap his deadly culture, and was very much beaten; foes." “ Consider, my good dame, a sure sign, he added, of the neigh- exclaimed Roger, how merciless is bourhood of some town or public the rage of the storm, and that we inn. He was not, indeed, mistaken, must doubtless perish, if we lie all for they soon found themselves traver night on this bare cold heath, amidst sing a deep glen, which was partly the deep snow: surely, if you have cultivated, and they had then the any compassion, and expect to die in heartfelt satisfaction of seeing at a peace, you must pity our hapless little distance a bright and stationary condition." " 1 do indeed pity you,” light glimmering through some trees. replied the old woman; " but were On making up to it, they found that I to receive you into the house, my it came from an old and scately master, who comes home early in mansion,'turretted with small towers the morning, would certainly murder and battlements, but in a very dila- you, for he is a cruel, wicked man; pidated condition. It was obviously it would therefore be better to walk built more for security than comfort. Son to the neighbouring townland, There were attached to it a great which is only three miles distant." many offices, which seemed, from By my halidom !" cried Latham, their shattered, out-of-repair state, " I have walked too much already, to have been frequently set on fire so that I am ready to sink under by the roving bands on the Border. fatigue and cold ; admit me, then, I They could easily, however, have pray you, and you need not feel the been rebuilt, as they seemed to be feast apprehension that we shall be new; but the proprietor was either discovered, for we shall proceed on too lazy, or else unable to do it. our journey as soon as we are reWhen they had come up to the freshed." The door was then opengate, Roger was prudently hesitating ed, and they could perceive, by the whether they should knock, as they light which the portress held in her might possibly fall into the hands of hand, that she was a very ancient enemies; but Latham, impatient of wonian, of a pleasant and agreeable delay, and almost frozen with cold, countenance, but strongly marked without much ado, threw his spear with sorrow, and a settled melanchoat the portals with such violence, as ly. “May all the saints bless you, he conceived would verily awake the good woman !" cried the warminmates, if asleep. Lights were seen hearted travellers as they entered ; instantly fitting through the gal- “may you never experience what leries ; and as they heard footsteps we have felt to-night, nor ever approaching, they fancied that every stand in want of relief !” The good moment some armed men would be dame curtsied, and led them into a presented to their view. Their ap- large and capacious hall, well lightprehensions were, however, soon set ed, and warmed by a huge fire of at rest, as they heard an old woman wood. The walls of the room were inquiring from within, “ who they covered with black tapestry, on which were ? and why they disturbed her were painted a variety of figures, at such an untoward time of night?” which had rather a gloomy tendency. They replied, that “ they were two Some parts of the cloth hung in pilgrims, travelling to St. Waltham's tatters, and exposed to view the Priory, but that, being benighted damp and naked walls, and the rest before they had gone half their were covered with dust and cob. journey, they would perish in the webs. The floor, which was laid snowe if they did not obtain lodge with oak, was bloated with drops of ing for the night;" adding, “ that the blood of a lately-slain anirnal. she would be abundantly rewarded There was a large table in the unidst from their well-furnished scrip" of the room, covered for fifteen per"I don't want your money !" cried sons, and a fine haunch of venison was roasting over the fire, the så fed the poor, and relieved the unfors vour of which was so delectable to cunate, and did a thousand good of the Scots, that they would instantly fices to all around, so that he was have" fallen to," (according to the much beloved. I served him in the (customs of their wandering way of capacity of housekeeper for many life,) had they not been restrained years, and all that time nothing ocby the presence of the old woman. curred to disturb his prosperity; for, The good dame desired them to be although all his', neighbours were seated at the fireside ; and while plundered by the rovers, yet he was they chafed their cold and humid of such a gentle nature, that none of hands, she put upon a small two- these monsters 'would ever do any broken-legged table a large joint of harm to him, nor even to any of his cold venison, and the fragments of a kith and kin.' But one night (I piè, to which she added a portion of remember it as distinctly as yester 'white bread, and a huge can of home day) all his happiness was blasted. brewed ale. The hungry travellers As I was 'returning home, in the commenced instantly their repast, dusk of the evening, from a neighwhich they devoured with so much bouring townland, where I had

eagerness, that they uttered not a been purchasing some articles, I :word to one another, or even to the heard a very great bustle, át which, anxious inquiries of their kind hos- as it was very unusual, I was much tess. At last; after their hunger had alarmed. When I entered, loud been in some measure appeased, La- and horrid voices struck upon my tham exclaimed, as he touched the ear, mingled with the clashing of roasting haunch rather rudely with arms, deep groans, and cries of mut. his spear, Pray, my good dame, der. I was wholly put off my guard, whence is it that your inaster is, so at the supposed danger of my mas well supplied with such goodly ve- ter, as I rusbed instantly into the nison ? Methinks he must be in- ball. But, gracious Heaven! what debted to his neighbours for it, and a sight was presented to my view ! that in po agreeable manner.". "'Tis my beloved master was lying on the -100 true," cried, the old' woman, ground, covered with wounds, and with a mingled burst of sorrow and weltering in bis blood, while he was indignation : “wherever he goes, he surrounded by all his faithful seris sure to spare none; every one that vants, on the last stage of his existfalls into his hands is robbed and ence. A band of savage-looking murdered; and he not unfrequently ruffians were leaning on their gory . brings to this house some of his pri- swords, while their chief (the presoners, for the sake of torturing sent owner of this house) was giving them, to betray up to him their directions for the removal of the dearest friends and relations ; so that dead bodies, when he perceived me. these aged eyes have many a time Deep were the curses I wreaked on bebeld such scenes of cruelty as his head, wbich he seemed so unable would strike with horror any one to endure, that he would have plunhardier than myself.” “But why, ged his weapon in my side, bad not my good dame, do you detest him so one of his attendants desired him to much, and yet live in his house?" forbear, as I might hereafter be of “ His house?” exclaimed the old use to bim. I was accordingly conwoman, with an almost frantic fined in a lonely turret, and fed very gesture; " I wish, long e'er now, that sparingly on bread and water, till it had buried him beneath its lowest my obstinacy (they said) could be foundation, for the barbarous murder conquered. I at length understood of its lawful owner." “ What say that their aim was to engage me as you?" cried the two Scots ; " your their housekeeper, since the chief master, then, is not the proprietor of had taken possession of the house, this mansion ?" "I once acknow. but was always used to a wandering ledged another master than him, of way of life. I submitted with a as different a nature as the lamb is sort of sullen indifference, as I was to the wolf," replied the old woman. reckless wbat I did. I have lived “ He was of a kindly and hospitable in this manner for many years, seldisposition,-he clothed the naked, dom disturbed by my master's hate

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