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The destroyer came, disguised in wily | eloquence, in lovely flow'ret literature, that blandishments, and effeminate softness, in really they recall to sweet memory the nursethe lustrous colours of the serpent, and led ry-tale of a kind fairy who endowed her her far astray from these evergreen shores, favourite belle with the gift of dropping from where often the passing stranger breathes a her pretty mouth pearls and rubies each futile wish to dwell for ever. The spoiler time she deigned to speak. Thus do the bore her to foreign climes, where I have re-pens of our too-seducing fair, on whose tenmarked her sauntering alone, shunned by der breasts the canker-worm in secret finds her own sex (some of them not her supe. room, drop upon the pure white paper, hon. riors in purity) or leaning on her betrayer's eyed, luscious, admonitory words encased in arm, become, by earthly laws, her legal pro- gems of rhetoric. tector; and now another Lady Chatelaine, In the distance appeared the summits of shielded by her own virtues, reigns over the Grampian Hills, bringing back the mind this fair domain, while the exiled being, in from longer dwelling on the real sorrows of her brief loveliness, lies interred beneath the erring mortals of our own times, to the fictigreensward in a foreign land.
tious woes so ably dramatised by the cele. No reverend apostle of God's word was brated author, Home : near her couch to call her into communion with a long retrospect of sad remembrances,
My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills
My father feeds his flock.” and thence to look up for mercy to her God, through our blessed Redeemer. No reverend With those intervening hills, the Ochils, the minister was there to see her laid in the bo- loftiest, Dummy towers in the pride of consom of the earth. The British consul read spicuousness, all clothed with verdant trees, the prayer that consigns dust to dust. A plain the silver stems of the elegant birch relieving slab marks the spot-and he, to whom she the dark form of the fir-tree, with their little sacrificed her fame, and her verdant terres. river, recalling, by its sweetly sounding trial home, survives, an old battered beau, name of May, the flowery meads, the cowwrestling with those forerunners of death, slips gay, the primrose, and the forget-mewrinkles and crows' feet, making ludicrous not, of that joyous spring month, when all pretensions to conquest o'er the hearts of fe- nature appears in renovated youth, and man males in the halo of youth, and “pis aller,” only seems to march on to death and oblio'er the hearts of decayed gentlewomen in a vion. foreign city.
A ferry-boat brought, in addition to our Still glancing forward on other pleasant live cargo, a reverend voyager of the Scotch dwellings, memory may renew the reco!lec- kirk, possessing a high reputation as one of tions of similar events equally sad, which ils most eloquent preachers, and whose the calamitous romance of womanhood un- presence gave full play to the ironical talcloses. If the inferior class, instigated by ents of the old satirist, who reminded me of the ambitious cupidity and restless spirit of the privileged jesters of olden monarchs, their more lettered brethren, to murmur at whom no secret pricks of conscience could the inequalities of condition, to clamour for prevent lavishing their shafts of witty critithe possessions of the opulent and the noble, cism equally on friend and foe. He greeted could peer into their countless mental inis- and conversed with the reverend minister in eries, (not always unmerited,) with the sad old acquaintanceship strains; then suddenly discords and bitterness of thought that the turning round to me, the querulous old fellow unrelenting monitor conscience brings to whispered low in my ears—“Godliness is their breasts ;—if they could only for a few great gain; yonder middle-aged reverend hours feel their ponderous pressure, how began life by marrying a woman with many would reject the fearful burden, and twenty thousand pounds, and began his return to their thatched cottage to brush at clerical career in Stirling kirk, where he held early dawn the morning dew in husbandry civil war with the famous librarian of that labour, or in pursuit of mechanic toils, town, and indeed with all Stirling, plaguing with better content of heart ! Paradoxical us commercialists to augment church dues as it may appear to the inexperienced in God bless them who help themselves,' life's motley ways, and in these days of the says poor Richard." intellectual development of the female sex ; To my eager inquiry, “Who was poor it is yet true, that we are indebted for some Richard ?” my jester replied—“ Why, that of the most flowery and touching appeals to honest fellow Franklin, the American, who virtue, and more irresistible rebukes, and ad-has done more to humanise and fraternise monitory lessons, illustrating the tortuous mankind than all our fine.named philoso. feelings inevitably resulting from a laxity of phers and new-fangled Whigs.” At the same moral principles, and dereliction from nup- moment casting a sneering glance at a tial vows and domestic duties, to the pens house in which the mother of Oliver Cromof those fascinating females who have well is recorded to have been born, he insin. swerved from duty's path, to blazon in the uated that all such patriots as her son, and courts of Doctors' Commons; and who have their patriotism, were certain to amass all the claims of those errors in the annals of honours and profits to themselves—a truism gallantry that entitle them, or who are actual. verified in our own times, both abroad and Ty enrolled in the archives of Doctors' Com- at home. mons: but so beautifully dressed in forid | Tulliallan Castle he next pointed out to
my observation with an inimitable shrugject, amidst attendant courtiers, who were and a smile of superciliousness, that I fear inimical to the immolated victim. There, was intended to convey to me the rising con- upon a table in the recess of this historic temptuous thought he felt at the conduct of chamber, now, by strange incongruity, our modern great. This magniticent mansion stands a small statue of the late invader of is occasionally inhabited by its hereditary modern Europe, the adventuring, self-creatLady Chatelaine.
ed emperor of the French; the dethroner of This edifice was erected during the inter-old dynasties, the creator of new ones; the vals of repose from his valorous naval ser- murderer, after cool reflection, by his delib. vices by the noble admiral, her sire, in the erate fiat, of the last young stem of the princebaronial castellated style of building, in ly Condé race. Such are the accidental unison with his severe unlevelling loyal prin combinations, the strange coincidences of ciples : little foreseeing that his then infan- time and place, with personages and charactine heiress would bring across the Channel, ters connected with the most important to reign over his ancient family territory, á events of remote, and of our own time. French aide-de-camp of the imperial crown How many localities, within the circuitous ed enemy of his nation ; however, this her territory of Stirling Castle, were the theatres chosen mate has evinced himself a generous of bloody catastrophes; as likewise of the and kind landlord, assimilating his French gorgeous pageants and amorous adventures tastes and habitudes with those of Scotia, of royalty ! thus vanquishing the prejudices, and render Gazing towards the northern extremity of ing himself beloved by the native tenantry, Gowling Hill, the eye may descry the fatal who at first naturally viewed the handsome mound where sell, by the dread headsman's Charles with evil opinions.
axe, by stern mandate, many an exalted perThe stately tower of Alloa denominates the sonage of Scotia land, in the pride of life little flourishing town, where voluntarily re. and stirring vigour of usefulness, or in the sides, amidst the smoke and various fragrance vigour of his destructive powers—the solar of collieries and distilleries, in comfortless rays, mayhap, glittering o'er the bloody act, vicissitudes of temper, the actual representa- re-vivifying in the victim's heart the lingertive of an inflammable, warlike race of nobles, ing wish to live on, yet awhile, in life's who, during the current of centuries, made their chequered scenes. native monarchs and adversaries io tremble. While thus reflecting on the past, the sun
Immediately after passing Alloa commence, set in fleeting glory over the amphitheatre the links of Forth, with their loftier banks, of mountains, diffusing warmth and brightpartially concealing many interesting margin ness o’er Benlomond, exhibiting its form and objects; but below Stirling is discernible an magnitude, and emitting gorgeous rays over old abbey, which monastic history mentions Benvorlich and Benledi, thus rendering more by the title of "the monastery of Stirling." distinct the multitudinous grandeurs of naIts original rich endowments ihat were con- ture, and cheering the thoughtful beings who secrated to monastic purposes, and those are thus permitted to enjoy those marvellous abuses introduced by the ecclesiastical dig- gleams of heavenly glory-such stupendous nitaries of the church of Rome, are now con. evidence of Omnipotence. verted to relieve diseases, and other poor We quitted Stirling, at an early hour of a man's miseries, in a vast hospital.
bright September morn, in an open droschka, On debarking at old historic Stirling, I hurrying forward at a rapid rate through the mounted the abrupt flinty streets, to ruminate Arcadian domain of Home Drummond, within the spacious walls of its stately castle, where grow, in unbounded luxuriance, the whose antiquated towers and strong battle stately cedars of Lebanon, the mournful cyments stand intact in their old consequen- press, the gloomy pine and various forest tial importance, and in admirable keeping ; trees, expanding their branches on all sides, defying the brunt of Time's innovations for thus seeming to riot over the genial soil. centuries to come, as it has rested undevas- Leaving our droschka at the neat cheerful tated through the broils of its country, and village of Doune, we walked to the castle, latterly the assaults of mailed foreign auxil- that stands on a verdant slope, and representiaries, and the wild valour of Highland clans. ing the finest baronial castellated relic extant Those sons of the mountains gathered togeth. in Scotland. We tarried long without and er, forgetting hostile clanship feuds in one within its ponderous massive walls, roaming common cause, to sustain their native prince, through the roofless spectral chambers, stripthe adventurous chevalier's last enterprise to ped of every decoration, and which renew regain his rightful sceptre from a sister's to memory, even in their present devastated brow—that royal sister and queen, who, in state, many an interesting narrative of the im. the latter months of her reign, so anxiously prudent Mary's happier hours with the indesired to bequeath it back to the hereditary considerate, unruly Darnley, when in lovely claimant.
womanhood, beauteous and fleet as the godIn Douglas' room I lingered, long, where dess of the chase, (Diana,) she enjoyed with royal James, braved to his face by the turbu- him in the woods the chase of the elegant lent, haughty Douglas, (in the sudden im- stag. pulse of passionate indignation, the young This castle also reveals the iron-hearted monarch stained his character to posterity Ghlen Dhu's audacious valour, in defending by the murder of his rebellious, noble sub against the enemies of the last prince of her
royal descendants, in one of the closing mil. I plaisance, with high-born British and foreign itary struggles of the annals of her ill-fated ladies attended by their fair daughters, her dynasty, and which now, by strange adverse dark eyes would lighten up, while, with the circumstances, gives the second title to one anxious intenseness of a youthful bride, of their liege subjects of the noble earldom looking towards the door of her saloon, at of Moray. The conflux of the rivers Teith the hour of ten o'clock, for the accustomed and Ardoch rushing o'er their rocky beds in entrance of her cicesbeo, the late talented awful murmurs, seeming still to re-echo the French painter, Fabre.* Ill.chosen consort to moans and agonies of the wretched valiant a loyal and royal heart! few were their felicaptives in the last party strife, who were en-citous hymeneal hours; in her society he closed within the castle's dread dungeons; found no relaxation from the troubles of high where no light could then enter, save through birth and high state pretensions in which he a small aperture in the roof, fabricated in was born; his royal consort deigned not to more barbarous times, with the intention to soothe with the sweet breathings of sympaadınit only the scantiest portion of air and thy his blasted prospects; when her royal light necessary to prolong human existence. spouse awakened even the sympathy of his It was from hence that Home, who united in adversaries; when ill fortune had 'set her himself the several characters of Presbyte- black seal on his destiny; his royal parti. rian minister, dramatist, poet, historian, and sans annihilated, and himself a wanderer warrior, stanch in the fight with his country- from his hereditary kingdom, his race of men for the support of the Protestant faith, kings unacknowledged, the victims in a great although against his lawful sovereign, from measure of their blind adherence to selfish fear that he would yield to the influence of priestcraft, to the ill-advised councils of Rome the Roman Catholic hierarchy, planned and her Pontiffs. This royal female threw a and effected his almost miraculous'escape, wintry chill o'er his exile, which, sapping with that of his companions, from the grim fortress, so nobly defended as it then was by * This artist, Monsieur Fabre, gave all his own the last adherents of Charles-Edward. The fine paintings to his native town, Montpellier, durchevalier sleeps in death, and his loyal ad- ing his life, (where a public gallery has been openherents have also disappeared from the face ed,) and all other valuables in the art that he in. of the earth.
herited from Madame d'Albanie, he has also left to Ninety-two years have sped their rapid
that city, where, I believe, he died about two years
since. course; yet to many English travellers of
La Comtesse d'Albany, née Princessc Louise the highér circles, or of Jacobite descent, Maximilienne de Stolberg, daughter of Prince Gusthat last struggle must seem of less remote tavus Adolphus Stolberg Gedorn, a family of most date; for, as I stood beneath the grim castle illustrious and high blood, now fallen to decay. Its walls, there rose to enthusiastic fancy, in all princely privileges and its pomps and pageantries their former freshness, an association of place gone by. This illustrious female was born the 21st and events, and gallant sellowship of that sad day of September, 1732, and was married at Marce. era, with personages in the society of the rator, near Loretto, to Prince Charles Stuart, by century in which we live, that raised most right of descent king of Great Britain, in the year spirit-stirring emotions in my soul. I rested 1752. At the expiration of nine years, she suddenthere in imaginary collision with them; my at Rome, under the protection of the Cardinal Duke
ly quitted her royal spouse, and resided a long time existence seemed renewed, remeasuring of York,' her brother in law; after which she retired time; for, scarcely seventeen circling years to France, where she continued to reside until the ago, I frequented the little court of Prince prince her husband's death, that took place in the year Charles-Edward's noble widow*, the Count-1788, when she returned to Italy, where she acquir. ess of Albany ; I have contemplated her ed notoriety as the chosen companion of the cele. chilling stern countenance in her hours of brated poet and dramatist Alfieri—and by her subease, dispensing at Florence a splendid pen- sequent connection with Fabre, a painter, to whom sion from the British government. I have she bequeathed all her valuable personality. The seen that noble dame of high German de-Comtesse died the 29th of January, 1824. George scent, the relict of an unfortunate royal con- !!I. and George IV, allowed her a handsome pen. sort, outliving all susceptibility of early royal sion of fifteen hundred a year. alliance ; fur at her reception, where ambas- the year 1792, the Comtesse was presented to George
During a visit to England, I should imagine about sadors stood before her in courteous com. III. and to his qucen at a private audience, it hav,
* Such is the existing esprit de parti of the de. ing been previously announced to her by the Lord scendants of the Hanoverian partisans, that since I Princesse de Stolberg; that of Albany being one of
Chamberlain that she could only be received as came to Scotland several persons of distinguished the king of England's titles. The king received her birth and instruction have pretended to me a per. fect ignorance of the Chevalier Charles Edward's very graciously, with that wonted benevolence for two marriages-even declaring that they never Charlotte received her very ill. His Majesty after
which George III. was so distinguished, but Queen heard mention of Miss Walkinshawe, or the Count- wards
met her at Windsor, and walked with her ess d'Albany, her pension of fifteen hundred a year there above an hour on the terrace. from the British government, and her court at Florence. Neither would they allow that the still
In the year 1808 or 1809, when residing at Flor. often sung ballad was written by Miss Walkin. Madame d'Albany a passport for Paris. As she
ence, the French minister at that shawe.
never thought of going there, she was much sur. O Charley is my darling, my darling, my darling, prised, and warmly expostulated with the minister, And Charley is my darling, my own chevalier.” but his excellency sternly replied, " It is the em. VOL. VIII.
his mental courage, contributed to plunge the blue bonnet, the ample tartan thrown him into that ignoble propensity to intemper-over their shoulders in negligence, yet falling ance that produces temporary oblivion of accidentally in graceful classic draperies à woes, but leads eventually to a more acute la Romaine. After breakfast we strolled reaction of the memory. These Gothic over the captivating full-dressed villa domain, scenes, which are thus enwrapt in the feuds the property of Mrs. Fairfowl, which is waof other centuries, in gloomy memorials oftered by the lovely flowing Teith; where the mighty dead, the short-lived nuptial joys looking up the long reach of its fertile valley, of a too fascinating queen, and many valiant (so lovely in agricultural cultivation, the men of each party that have run out their bold crags of Callander appeared in their course with honour, we finally quitted, to primeval ruggedness, and in severe oppositraverse more cheerful landscapes, with the tion to the smiling and entrancing display of intent to gain the pleasant village of Callan- garden culture directed by refined taste. We der, (within the confines of the highlands,) perambulated (each person endeavouring to there to breakfast on highland food. We recall his little fund of classic history) some descended from our droschka amidst some remains of an ancient Roman fortification in hundred flocks of Celtic sheep, their pictur- the contiguous territories of Lady Willoughesque black faces and shaggy woollen coats by d'Eresby, on the banks of the meanderpeculiar to that mountain breed, with their ing stream, where we came in contact with attendants of stalwart shepherds, display: an Imerican family, who were, like ouring Celtic strength of form : accompanied selves, in search of picturesque novelties—a by their handsome and very sagacious dogs, physician, with his little wife, and their too a few herds of the small-sized breed of high-pretty unsophisticated daughters. They were land black beeves roving turbulently amongst straying in a wrong path, and we undertook their meeker mountain kine, all destined for to cicerone them the right way, and if not in the approaching Falkirk fair.
that safe and straight one that conducts to This scene was the realisation of highland heaven, at least we led them to the view of human life, and of highland animal life; the some of heaven's most beauteous creations of shepherds, in the perfectness of clanship sublimity in'nature. " The hill of God” towgarb, speaking loud in their Gaelic dialect- ering toward the mansions of the blessed to
the height of three hundred feet, hailed our peror's will, and you must go, madame;"--accord admiration. On leaving Callander, we entered ingly the Comtesse set off as quickly as circum. immediately on ground so teeming with stances would permit, and on arriving at Paris she poetic lore, and the wonders of the incorpodemanded an audience, where this high-born dame, real world ; so varied with novelties of deep the widow of a royal prince, had no distinction bistoric influence, that the heart becomes shown her, but was forced to wait her turn of en. inevitably impressed by the extremes of adtrance to the presence of a puissant soldier of for- miration that subduing, and subdued detune, with persons of no rank whatever. When light mingled with apprehension, lest while in his saloon, and as he did not desire her to be seat gazing with intense interest on one point of ed, she had no other alternative than to walk by his view, another of equal or surpassing beauty side, and to stop when he did. He only turned may escape our observation. We paused a about to look fully in her face, bitterly and severely moment at Calantogal Ford, where Rhode. reproaching her for having talked of him and ani. rick Dhu was overcome by the gallant Fitzmadverted on his government. She defended herself james. Skirting Loch Vennarcher on the firmly, but respectfully. Vous avez une pension south, adorned with a lovely green isle, the de la France," said he. The Comtesse coolly re- celebrated Benledi, or " hill of God,” conplied, a pension had been granted and stipulated in tinued to view, vested in solemn dark tints. her contrat de mariage." To which assertion he While driving through a part of the Wood made no observation, but seemed by his manner, of Lamentation, its sad tale of children's during an interval of silence, to expect her to ask woes, that ancient legend, seemed to be realhim to have it continued; she however made no ised in all the plenitude of truth; for here request, nor did she receive anything from France after the revolution. Buonaparte then told her she appeared still to exist, in full stirring life, must remain some time in Paris, and afterwards he that renowned mischievous Kelpie, who, in would permit her to return to her residence at Flor. his vengeful wrath, seized and carried 'off ence, recommending her to check all observations upon his back to a watery grave a thoughtless made in her presence on his government. During mocking youthful band. We beheld sudher sejour at Paris, Buonaparte sent her an order denly issue forth from the dark wooded cov. for a box at his private theatre, where both the ert (exciting momentary terror in our highacting and singing were admirable. The ladies land driver for his horse, himself, and human were covered with diamondsthe men in splendid cargo,) a wild being, a horrible distortion of uniforms. “The whole appeared to me like magic the human features, apparently created in --like a splendid vision." The Comtesse d'Albany made it a rule, every verifying the Scripture's fearful sentence,
the displeasure of God, at the same time Saturday to burn all notes and letters that she had . And the sins of the fathers shall be visited received during the week, excepting those on private business or from remarkable personages ; and this on the children;" and serving also as a salushe did, to prevent, after her death, any trash from be- tary admonition to his more fortunate chris. ing published by silly or ill-disposed people, who tian brotherhood of their manifold rensons might become possessed of old papers left in draw. for contentment, their pressing obligation to ors.-AUTHORESS.
endure with pious fortitude and humble sub
mission each worldly chagrin. What grati. 1 ing month. Our Yankee lasses went through tude should fill our hearts, that we were not the usual sentimentalities of seeking out and created in human ugliness and imbecility, gathering flowery souvenirs, and pieces of like unto this isolated man! Oh! he was in the bark of certain trees; while their placid deed a very terrific sight to look upon, in little mother culled wild plants, &c., for her keeping with the solitary wild region. He little herbal, and her scientific spouse turned continued to follow us long and far, howling over in silence the pebbles with his staff. like a beast of prey, ravenous of human My naval fox-hunting cavalier shrieked Hel. gore, destitute of reasoning powers, for heen's name, “Rule Britannia,” and “ Tally was only susceptible to the cravings of na. ho," to the famed echos. All seemed stirred ture, to the necessity of obtaining a scanty up into some kind of emotion, if they did not pittance through the medium of the commis- all enter precisely into those exalted and reerating feelings or the timid apprehensions fined sentiments that such historic and poetic of his fellow beings :
scenes are calculated to excite in the most
fastidious, as well as the coldest heart. “Lo! anointed by heaven, with the vials of Scenes over which Sir Walter Scott has wrath,
spread an everlasting halo, gaining to himBehold, where he roves on his desolate path." self immortal fame, and a crown of imperish.
able laurel by his historic elucidations and Our thoughts are ever changing ; we dwell poetic inspirations. but a short time on those human calamities
(To be continued.) that do not come in contact with personal interests. The silvery waters of Loch Achray opportunely burst on our view, with its pleasant meadow banks, like a smiling friend that comes in the hour of disastrous import, to soothe affliction and minister the healing A TRIP TO RAMSGATE. balm of comfort; its north rocky boundaries, clothed with birch trees, or projecting to the Editor of the through empurpled heather blossoms and
Metropolitan Magazine." wild brushwood.
We arrived at the Trossacks, the most dif- MY DEAR MR. EDITOR, ficult of all the Grampian passes, the wild HAVING once favoured both you and my. ness of nature in her most fantastic dress; self with an article on “French and English the sun darting obliquely over the vast varie- Watering Places,"* allow me to address you ties of alpine vegetation, and again o'er the again on the same subject, though in a difsombre clustered rocks, partially illuminating ferent style. That the present is the season the dark indented ravines, rendering their for generating such effusions--that in giving terrific gloom more awful and in more God. such vigorous exercise to our bodies we give like power to the sense of man. We de- the same to our brains whether for good scended, where all travellers must descend, or bad-all this I need not mention ; nor at the Ardcheanochrochan, the only inn that need I tell you the reason why I have been so Lady Willoughby d'Eresby will permit to be long silent; but let me, just before the said established on this her wild territory, in more
season runs away from us, run down with kindly consideration towards her widowed you to Ramsgate for the sake of old actenant, than towards her tenants' travelling | quaintance. guests.
I never intended my last sketch to be ei. Here we found that we had been closely ther learned, lucubratory, or lachrymose, followed by the Yankee family, who politely because, you know, lucubration means the claimed a continuance of our short term of art of drawing light out of darkness, or acquaintanceship, and thus in good fellow. saying a good deal out of nothing; and I ship with our cidevant colonies we jogged on thought both the subject and season were together, treading through the mazy rugged too fertile to require anything like a fertile paths of the gloomy labyrinth where Fitz. imagination to throw them off. A good james' gallant grey steed fell under his gal- deal of business, you know as well as I, lant rider; and where the rougher soldiers may be done in a small way in this age of of the puritanical uncompromising Crom-idea-mongers, and lights of all kinds thrown well were defeated by the undaunted and out-for the press tells us that no man lofty-spirited Highlanders. We were launch- should hide his candle under a bushel ; and ed on Loch Katrine, abundantly stored with indeed I am not surprised that authors, like sentimental reminiscences, the clear still antiquaries, should be called phosphorus water partially obscured by the deep sha- as well as rag merchants. All this, howevdows of the craggy base of Benvenue, and er, I do not mind. I never intended to be then breaking forth in refulgent beauty amid lachrymose on the occasion. I might perpleasant pastoral land, occasionally adorned haps have regretted that we were getting with a variety of aged trees and rising cop- rather too fond of these watering-places pice-wood. We failed not to land on Helen's without benefiting by them; but still I saw, enchanting isle, to lament the destruction of upon the whole, that philanthropy was much her bower by fire, from the cigar of some ruthless unintellectual visiter of the preced * See “ Metropolitan” for Nov., 1837.