onisca, and brought us safely so far on our journey. We had conceived a great regard for these worthy men, and we perceived, on parting with them, a tear of affection stealing down their cheeks, which demanded a similar acknowledgment. They took leave of us, returning their thanks, and taking us by the hand; and so strongly did we feel in our own hearts the like cordiality of sentiment, that we could not refuse them such a token of familiarity and regard. The Laplanders, notwithstanding the natural phlegm of their temper, did not remain inattentive observers of the scene that was passing before them, and could not but drive from it a favourable opinion of us, and even find their zeal excited to some exertion for our service, if it be possible to excite the least sentiment in minds so torpid as theirs. We were not, however, displeased that they were witnesses of the satisfaction we had given our Finlanders, and the regret they expressed on parting with us; and we hoped this example would inspire them with respect for us, and a desire to use all the activity necessary to accomplish e object for which we had engaged them. After our Finiandews had taken their leave, and were departed, we found ourselves, as it were, cut off from all communication with the rest of the world; the completion of our enterprise, nay, our very exist ence, were at once in the hands of these Laplanders, If the continuation of our journey appeared to be impracticable, and they should forzake us, there was no means of rethm left to the little island, and the fishermen of Kantasari; for we had no longer a beat to convey us across the lake to that charming retreat which we had to lately quitted, and

with so much regret. But to quiet our apprehensions, we considered that these Laplanders were not cruel people; and although they were seven in number, with the girl, we considered ourselves as a match for them, notwithstanding we only mustered four all together, that is to say, the interpreter, a servant, colouel Skioldebrand, and myself. The reason why they came so many in muaber as seven, was in order to transport our baggage; because, as they informed as, the rein-deer were at this season particularly untractable and dangerous, on account of the prodigious swarms of musquitoes. which torment them to a degree e madness; so that perhaps they might rup from us, and be lost altogether, with our provisions and baggage, a circumstance which would leave us in a very unpleasant situation. We left it to them to divide our baggage into seven parcels, one for each, including the girl, who was to be made to carry her proportion. We re marked a degree of equity, in the distribution of the burdens, which impressed us with no unfavourable idea of the character of these prople; we observed that they gave the lightest packets to such as appeared unequal to a heavier load. To excite in them an attention to justice, and to each other, we gave each of them a glass of brandy when they set about making the division, promising them another when it was made. Õâbeginning the march they asked for ą third; and theogh we feared this third glass would intoxicate them, yet we durst not displease them by a refusal. In order to induce ns to comply the more readily with their request, as to a third glass, they quoted a Lapland proverb as their authority for it, which says, betors a journey

ajourney take a glass for the body's sake; at setting out take another for courage sake," At length we began our march, each of our Laplanders with his load of baggage, one of them taking the lead, and the rest following one by one in a single file. This was the first time, during our whole journey, that we had travelled in this manner, and we were wonderfully delighted with the singular appearance which our caravan made. We kept in the ear of the line of march, in order that we might see that no part of our baggage was dropped or lost, and moreover to observe the conduct of those that went before. The pleasure we had in reviewing this procession was de stroyed by the intolerable stench which these filthy Laplander. left behind them, when they began to perspire: it was beyond what I am able to describe; and were I ever so equal to the task, I am sure the reader would not thank me for the perusal of so ill-savoured a composition.

"The degree of heat was 29 in the shade, and 45 in the sun. The ground burned our feet; and the few Shrubs we met with in our way af forded us little or no shelter. We were almost suffocated with heat; and to add to our sufferings, we were under the recessity of wearing a dress of thick woollen cloth, as a security from the insects, and to cover our faces with a veil, which in a great measure prevented our drawing breath, This extraordinary degree of heat soon operated most powerfully upon our Laplanders, who had lady swallowed three glasses of brandy each. They laid themselves down to rest at every short distance, and were calling out every moment for more brandy, We soon discove.ed

that we had no longer to do with the Finlanders, who are a sober, robust, and hardy race of people; we had now to deal with a set of wretches, who cared only for fermented liquors, and were unwilling to work. In this manner we went on for six miles from the beginning of our journey, in which distance they stopped to take rest about fifty times, and as many times each of them asked for brandy. If we had not come to the resolution to deny them when they asked, we should have made no progress that day. They were dying with thirst, and the first spring they came to they dipped their heads in like so many pigs, and drank full as large draughts. We were at very considerable trouble throughout the whole of this journey, both in making our Laplanders go on, and in keeping them from straggling. When one tumbled down, the whole line of march was stopped; when the word halt was given, all the caravan threw itself on the ground, and it was not without much entreaty that we could get the individuals of it to raise themselves again on their legs. We were nearly six hours in going six miles; at length we reached the borders of a small lake called Kevijervi, on the right of which a chain of mountains extends itself, and forms the boundaries of Finmark, or Norwegian Lapland, and Swedish Lapland. On the borders of this lake we found two boats, which were in a most shattered condition, full of leaks, with pars that were split, and of unequal lengths. These boats were built by the Laplanders, and left in the place mentioned, buried in snow, dubag the winter, and expred to all weathers. Such were the forts in which we were now to ciun tifs lake, about a mile over,'

and

and the only conveyance that could possibly be procured for the purpose. Two Laplanders rowed, and two more scooped out the water, which flowed in at several leaks as fast as they could throw it out; and had they ceased baling, the boats would have filled in a short space of time, and we should all have gone to the bottom. Yet, notwithstanding that we were all placed in this perilous situation, we observed, not without great indignation, that our Lapland Jowers plied their oars, and pulled as leisurely, and with as much phleg. matic calmness, as if there had not been the least occasion for their exertion."

At length, after encountering many perils and difficulties, which he seems to have surmounted with equal presence of mind and perses verance, Mr. Acerbi arrived at the great object of his pains and re search, the North Cape, which he thus describes in a strain of elo que ice almost worthy of the sublimity of the awful scene which seems so forcibly to have affected him, and with which we shall close our account of this very interesting work, satisfied that, however copious we may have been in our extracts, they will well repay our reader for his trouble in perusing them, by the information and amusement they will have afforded on subjects so little known to the Englishman, or only known from the comparatively mea gre descriptions of Schæfter, Regnard, or Consett.

"The North Cape is an enormous rock, which, projecting far into the ocean, and being exposed to all the fury of the waves, and the outrage of tempests, crumbles every year more and more into ruins. Here every thing is solitary, every thing

is steril, every thing sad and despondent. The shadowy forest no lorger adorns the brow of the monn- . ain; the singing of the birds, which enlivened even the woods of Laplaud, is no longer heard in this scene of desolation; the ruggedness of the dark gray rock is not covered by a single shrub; the only music is the hoarse murmuring of the waves ever and anon renewing their assaults on the huge masses that oppose them. The northern sun creeping at midnight at the distance of five diame. ters along the horizon, and the immeasurable ocean in apparent contact with the skies, form the grand outlines in the sublime picture presented to the astonished spectator. The incessant cares and pursuits of anxious mortals are recollected as a dream; the various forms and ener gies of animated nature are forgotten; and the earth is contemplated only in its elements, and as constituting a part of the solar system."

The Pleasures of Hope, with other Poems. By Thos. Campbell, Esq. 7th edition, 4to.

N the merits of the Pleasures

ON

of Hope, public opinion has long since decided; and, were we to enter into a critical examination of that werk, we should only acquiesce in a judgment which has assigned to it an exalted rank in the scale of English poetry. Stronger marks of poetic genius, or a greater variety of powers, have s ldom been displayed in any poem. Indeed, considering this is a first production of a youthful bard, we certainly know of none in which the features of excellence are as strikingly combined. It is with real satisfaction we announce to our readers, that the

poen.s

poems now published along with the Pleasures of Hope, will all sustain, and some of them even add to, the author's former reputation. The narrowness of our limits unfortunately prevents us from conveying any, save a very imperfect, idea of their respective merits.

In the Lines written on vifiting a Scene in Argyleshire," the melancholy feelings excited by contemplating the ravages of time on such a spot, are beautifully delineated. The second stanza is particularly happy, and marked by the charac teristic traits of genius. The author is describing the now deserted bower, where the home of his forefathers stood.

Yet wandering I found on my ous walk,

ruin

By the dial-stone aged and green,
One rose of the wilderness left on its

stalk,

drew

grew

stanzas.

with a performance which would claim an honourable station among the productions of the great master of defcriptive poetry.

"The Beech Tree's Petition," which immediately follows, affords, by contrast, a striking illustration of the author's variety of powers. It is simple and beautiful.

The different effects of music and

painting, in reviving the memory of departed friends, are described with equal truth and pathos in the "Stanzas on Painting." We are inclined to think, however, that the author has amplified too much in the latter parts; and, though exhibiting many poetical beauties, has failed to heighten the force of the preceding passages.

"The Soldier's Dream," and "The German Drinking Song," we should have praised in any other collection. Surrounded as they are here by superior attractions, we can only notice them.

It is impossible to read "the Exile of Erin," without acknowledging the author's powerful command over the affections. The remembrance of former days of happiness and endearment, rushing on the memory of a forlorn exile, is pictured in a manner that would awaken sympathy in the coldest bosom. And the poem

admirably concludes with this glowing effusion of amor patriæ:

Yet all its sad recollection suppressing,

One dying wish my lone bosom can

draw:

Erin! an exile, bequeaths thee his blessing,

Land of my forefathers Erin-go-bragh! Buried and cold, when my heart stills

her motion, Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean,

And

And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion, Erin, mavournen Erin-go-braught

To communicate to our readers a just conception of "The Battle of Hobelinden," we should be compelled to copy the whole poem, It conveys, in grand and fiery language, the sublimest circumstances of a modern battle. The scene itself seems to pass before our eyes in reading the two incomparable stanzas.

"Tis morn! but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun Shout in their sulph'rous canopy,

The combat deepens!-en ye brave! That ruh to glory, or the grave, Wate, Munich, all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry,

Highly as we regard the several excellencies of the foregoing poems, we cannot but acknowledge that "Lochiel's Warning" rises superior to them all. And chiefly, with respect to it, do we severely feel the restraint imposed upon us by our limits. It is not doing it justice to praise it in general terms A poem of so rare a merit bas higher preten sions, and lays claim to that admiration which can only result from the detailed exposition of its various beauties; and we believe we are only anticipating the decision of the public when we say, that the bard of Gray has at length, perhaps, found

rival.

The sublimity of the following passage, in which the wizard, taunt ed by Lochiel for dissuading him from venturing to the field of CulJoden, foretels his danger, wiil enable every reader to judge for him

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