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DINBURGA

CONDUCTED BY WILLIAM CHAMBERS, AUTHOR OF "THE BOOK OF SCOTLAND," &c., AND BY ROBERT CHAMBERS, AUTHOR OF "TRADITIONS OF EDINBURGH," "PICTURE OF SCOTLAND," &c.

No. 201.

SATURDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1835.

JOCK. SOME years ago, a large portion of the inhabitants of a range of villas upon the Sauchyhall road, near Glasgow, were supplied with hot rolls every morning by a boy named Jock, the apprentice of an honest baker in the city. There was nothing about the appearance of this youth to distinguish him from the innumerable other boys of his age and calling; he was simply, and to all intents and purposes, a baker's boy. Jock, however, as he daily approached the suburb alluded to, bearing upon his head a heavy load of bread, never failed a single morning to attract the notice of a cluster of boys, the children of the genteel suburbans of Sauchyhall, who used to congregate at a particular piece of waste ground, in order to amuse themselves during the hour previous to breakfast. The spirit which tempts the gentleman to laugh at the churl, exists in its full force among the young, who are usually, moreover, somewhat more free than their seniors in manifesting it. It therefore appeared to our youngsters as good sport to lie in watch for Jock, and, when he had arrived opposite their play-ground, to rush upon him, with bits of turf, mud, and even small pebbles, laughing and shouting at him, calling him all sorts of ridiculous names, roaring out opprobrious rhymes directed time out of mind against his profession, and pelting him with the missiles which they had provided. In these encounters, being only one against a multitude, and embarrassed by a heavy load which might have contracted injury in the course of any attempt at resistance or reprisal, Jock was at a great disadvantage. He would occasionally turn against his assailants, and vainly show a resentment which he had no means of wreaking upon them; this, together with a ludicrous peculiarity in his voice, only added to the sport, and increased the relish which his enemies found in annoying him. The poor lad then thought it most prudent to hurry on as fast as he could before the storm of obloquy and mud, in order to deposit his rolls with the individuals to whom they were destined, and afterwards return with all speed to town. But this again was interpreted into spiritlessness, of all vices of character the most contemned by boys, and his sufferings accordingly experienced no abatement. After enduring for a long series of mornings with silent resignation, he at length turned round on one occasion, and gazing for a moment at the yelling mob, burst into tears. A momentary pause was made, as they heard him address them, as nearly as can be recollected, in the following words:"It's all very well for you," he said, "who live in fine houses, and have fathers to give you every thing you want, to go on this way; but it's very hard that a poor fellow, who has nobody but himself to look to, and is obliged to work hard for his bread, cannot go about his proper business in an honest way, without being abused and misca'd." It was all in vain; the shower of turf and mud was renewed, and he was driven along towards his usual destination, the boys being apparently of opinion that this new mark of tameness only rendered him a more proper object of persecution.

There was one boy who felt the force of the appeal: it was the individual who now acts as our informant. Staggered both as to the justice and the humanity of the conduct which he and his companions were pursuing, he retired from the crowd, but without being so much impressed as to think himself called upon to interfere with the rest. The persecution was therefore continued without any material abatement for another week, when a remarkable incident took place.

amusement for such as delighted in sailing ships, or
hunting water-rats. Our friend, then about ten years
of age, was engaged one day in the latter sport; and
having started a large rat, which stretched across to-
wards a small landing-place on the opposite side, he
was running hastily round to intercept and kill it at
that spot, when, treading upon some long grass which
masked a particular angle of the brink, he slipped in,
and instantly sank to a considerable depth in the wa-
ter, the last thing he recollected being the crush of
exploding bubbles above his head, as he descended be-
neath the surface. A ery of terror was instantly raised
by his companions; but as there were no houses near
the spot, relief might have been too late, if at that
moment Jock had not happened to be passing on his
daily duty. No sooner did he comprehend that a boy
was drowning in the pond, than this excellent creature
tossed off his heavy board, and with such eagerness
seized the tablecloth which contained his rolls, that
they were described as having been spun in a shower
across the road. Twisting the cloth into a kind
of rope, he rushed up to the scene of danger, and so
prompt altogether had his movements been, that,
at the moment when our friend, recovering from the
descending force, arose to the surface, Jock was ready
to give the tablecloth into his grasp. "Hold by that,
hold by that-keep a good hold!" with similar cries,
burst from the humane lad-very unnecessarily, for
our friend seized it with the convulsive energy of one
who struggles for dear life, and was soon raised by it
to the dry ground. As he was sickened by the fright,
and the water which he had swallowed, Jock found it
necessary to take some further steps for his recovery.
He laid him upon the ground, to enable him to dis-
gorge the water, and did not leave him till assured
that he would be able to walk home. But our friend
well recollects, and recollects with pain, that, in per-
forming these duties, his rescuer betrayed a nervous
agitation, which, from the words that escaped him,
evidently did not arise so much from the extraordinary
nature of the circumstances, as from his finding him-
self in the midst of the wretches who had so long and
so mercilessly persecuted him. These now stood si-
lently around, awed by the terrible character of the
event which they had just witnessed, and perhaps
moved with new feelings towards him who had lately
been the object of their thoughtless hostility. But
Jock took no notice of them, further than to request
them to conduct their companion to his home; and,
gathering up his cloth and his bread, the noble lad
quietly withdrew.

In the piece of waste ground which has been alluded to, there was a disused quarry, which was filled to the brim with water, and formed a favourite scene of

The father of our informant deemed it proper to put two guineas into the hands of his child, to be presented next morning to Jock, as an acknowledgment of his services-an acknowledgment squared, as usual in such cases, rather to the condition of the obliging party, than to the value of the benefit conferred. But though Jock had never been so carefully watched for before, no Jock appeared. Next morning, our friend again watched, eager to astonish him with the bright guerdon; but still Jock was not. Inquiry was then made respecting the person whom the lad had hitherto served, and, having ascertained the address, our friend went to call for him. The conversation which took place in the shop was as follows:"I want to see Jock." "Jock's no here." "Where is he, then ?"

"He gaed awa' frae me the other day. There was a parcel o' mischievous young villains on the Sauchyha' road that abused him sae muckle, that Jock could stand it nae langer. Maybe ye're ane o' them [this with a very hard look]. And sae he tauld me that he bu'd to

PRICE THREE HALFPENCE.

look for another place. Jock's as fine a callant as ever breathed-an industrious honest chield, and the only son o' a puir widow woman, that has nae other body to depend on. But he never cam hame a morning frae the Sauchyha' road, but his heart was like to break wi' ill usage, and, after bearing 't as lang as he could, he fairly ga'e up the rows and left me, for I had naething else e'enoo for him to do. Od, if I could be sure that ye were ane o' the rascals that tormented him, I wad think little o' taking a stick t'ye, and threshing ye out o' the Cowcaddens."

"Will you not tell us where Jock lives, for I have something to give him?"

"No, no, I'll tell ye naething about him. Gae awa' wi' ye, for I'm sure ye're ane o' the pack."

And, finding the old man much more inclined to inflict a beating than give information, our friend was obliged to depart as he came. Other inquiries were made, but in vain. From that time till the present, Jock has never been traced, although the individual whose life he saved, so far from allowing the sense of obligation to diminish by the lapse of years, has often, since he arrived at man's estate, been heard to declare, that, now being able to extend a remuneration out of his own resources, he should be delighted to have an opportunity of granting one much larger than that formerly proposed; a remuneration, however, which surely, if Jock still lives, cannot be of the kind most agreeable to him, for it can hardly be supposed that a spirit so worthy and magnanimous can have been confined to that humble sphere of life, in which a pecuniary reward is appropriate.

This little anecdote, which has been related without one varnishing tint, or any particular which does not belong to it, forcibly recals the time when herds of boys were every where seen, deriving amusement from the torment of some unfortunate being, either deformed in body or in mind, or perhaps simply of an inferior grade to themselves, and provocative of mirth and scoffing by their mere windowed and loop-holed wretchedness. We say-recals the time, for it is most obvious that boys are now rarely seen pursuing such false and brutalising sports. Although this may be in part owing to improvements in our police, it is certainly, in the main, a consequence of the better ideas which now prevail among parents, respecting the means of repressing the vicious, and bringing out the amiable, properties of their children. The disposition to torment helpless and grotesque persons did not arise directly from any deficiency of benevolent feeling in the young, for there are few children who, at the recital of such stories as the Children in the Wood, will not be greatly moved, insomuch that some have been known to implore their parents to cease trying them with such affecting narratives, and even to rebel with violence against being obliged to remain where they are read. In the infant seminaries, too, where great pains is taken to inculcate justice and kindness, it is found that very young creatures will live for weeks in community, without once giving a neighbour offence, but, on the contrary, exercising towards each other every benevolent and respectful sentiment. What chiefly prompted the children of the last and preceding ages to hunt down misery and call it sport, was the relish of the ludicrous and the odd, which is very powerful in children; unchecked as it was by any clear perception of the difference between scoffing and being scoffed at, tormenting and being tormented. Inform the child that their sport is the pain of the other party, and that comparative humility of condition, however grotesque to the eye, demands from the moral sense a feeling quite different one of compassion and sympathy-and, the infant mind having ap

preciated the question, which it will be more ready to do than we could expect, the infant heart will soon dictate a line of conduct more accordant with the sublime precept, That we should love our neighbour as ourselves.

VARIETIES OF COLOUR AMONG MANKIND.

THE most obvious external point of distinction among

mankind is the colour of the skin; a peculiarity of little natural, but which has become one of great moral, importance. The investigations of recent naturalists have thrown some light upon this subject, without altogether rendering it clear that the tints of the various races are either original or the result of circumstances. We shall here sum up all that has been ascertained by these inquirers.

hair, and eyes of a deep red tinge, liable to severe pain for want of the dark pigment which in ordinary eyes absorbs the superfluous rays of light. Mr Lawrence is the only author who considers the strange appearance of these beings as not the consequence of disease. In reference to the usual belief, he says, "I consider these views completely incorrect. The individuals in question do not exhibit a single character of disease. All their functions are executed as in other persons. They are born of healthy parents, occur among the robust and hardy members of savage tribes, and a similar deviation takes place in many wild animals." It is at least certain that they are an exception from the usual course of nature, and form no distinct race, as their children invariably return to the character or type of the antecedent generations.

The 5th, and last division of the human race, is the Black or Negro, inhabiting the greater portion of Africa, and exhibiting peculiarities more distinctive than any other; the chief of which are, jetty complexion, a flat nose, crisp hard hair, and a backward jetty projection of the heel. The Caffres, inhabitants of the eastern portion of the African continent, are not so deep in hue as the other Negroes, and appear to possess less of that rank character of the skin, which is an attribute of all coloured races of men, from the Red Indian to those we are now mentioning.

2d, The Yellow or Olive race presents "a middle The skin, as described in a former sheet, consists of tint between that of ripe wheat and boiled quince, or three layers, each of which has an important and dis-dried lemon peel," and includes all the Mongolian tinct function. The outermost is the cuticle, a thin tribes inhabiting the interior of the Asiatic continent. transparent film, devoid of vessels and nerves, and 3d, The Red or Copper colour is to be found diswhich consequently may be torn off or injured in any tinguishing the natives of the whole of America, and way, without causing other inconvenience than that in no other quarter of the globe. Their hue resembles which results from the exposure of the subjacent coats, that of cinnamon bark, and over the whole of that to which it appears to act simply as a protection. In all immense country their appearance varies exceedingly the varieties of the human species, this membrane is little. Their hair is black, and presents a striking nearly colourless, and the purpose of defence which it contrast to the curly wool of the Negro head, being answers is shown by the hardened state in which it is long and straight, even in those latitudes where the found on the hands, feet, and other parts exposed to heat is equal to that of the interior of Africa. contact with external objects. The second layer of 4th, The Brown or Tawny complexion is prevalent skin is termed the rete mucosum, from its soft mucous in all the islands of the Pacific, and the countries of It approaches to the tint of mahostructure. Although a very thin membrane, it is the Malay race. quite demonstrable in the Negro and coloured races, gany, and is accompanied by soft thick hair and black and is, like the cuticle, unprovided with vessels. eyes. Doubts exist among anatomists whether the rete mucosum is to be found at all in the white races of mankind; and some of the most acute observers, such as the late Dr Gordon and Mr Lawrence, have declared themselves unable to detect it. It is certainly found in a thickness proportioned to the depth of the colour, so that we may fairly suppose it to be only designed to serve as the seat of the colouring matter, which appears to be a deposition from the blood, though of what character is yet disputed, some anatomists holding it to be the same matter as that which gives colour to the blood, while Davy and Blumenbach regard it as carbon. On the maceration of the skin in water, the rete mucosum separates, and falls to the bottom in the state of an impalpable powder. The black colouring is secreted out of the vessels of the cutis vera, or true skin; a membrane amply furnished with blood-vessels and nerves, and consequently possessed of extreme sensibility. That this last layer receives external impressions through the medium of the outer layers, is proved, when these are removed, by pain being substituted for the sense of touch, on any substance being brought into contact with it. The true skin performs very important functions, and almost all of them are inseparable from the subject of varieties of colour in mankind. It is the agent in the excretion of perspiration, the seat of the sense of touch, and, through its blood-vessels, the source of distinguishing tints.

Overlooking the intermediate shades produced by mixtures ascertained to be of no great antiquity, mankind have been divided, with a reference to colour, into five classes-1, the White; 2, the Yellow or Olive; 3, the Red or Copper-coloured; 4, the Brown or Tawny; and, 5, the Black.

The purest white tribes are descendants of the ancient Germans or Teutones, comprehending the modern

All minor varieties of the human race may be referred, as far as regards origin and colour, to some one of these five classes, modified by situation, climate, or admixture. In whatever quarter or climate the intercourse of two races distinct in colour may be formed, it appears to be a law, that the fruit of it partakes in an equal degree of the characters of each. This has led in the East Indies and Spanish America to the establishment of what are called castes; and the jealousy of the European residents in the preservation of their superiority as conquering colonists, has caused the most minute computation of the degrees of relationship to the dark or light race, before the claims of any candidate for admission into the pure white circles can be allowed. We can thus perceive with what facility new colonies may have originated over the earth, from individuals belonging to races totally distinct, whose descendants, combining the external properties of both, have become, in the lapse of time, referable with certainty to neither. The state of society resulting from this law, in all places where colonies of Europeans have been planted in modern times, affords the most satisfactory evidence of the strong and even permanent

effects of intermixture of races; and from these we learn circumstances which have been held important, in examining the causes of colour in the dark races. To explain this point more clearly, the following list, tants of Spanish America, is given :

Many other subdivisions, of course, exist; and as this scale shows a restoration to white blood, so, by a reversal of the process, might the Quinteron's posterity be rendered pure Negroes. Where Mulatto is united to Mulatto for a long series of intermixtures, the tendency is always to return, by imperceptible degrees, to the Negro race, provided the intercourse takes place in Negro countries. This circumstance gives some countenance to a hypothesis which may be thus stated:-Though children in tropical climates may be born apparently white, of parents whom the solar heat has darkened in hue, and though we have not the means of ascertaining that white nations, exposed in tropical climates for ages, do become darker, still, in conformity with the well-known law of the transmission of hereditary mental qualities, parents so blackened may communicate a slight, though imperceptible, tinge to their offspring, who will thus enter on existence with a larger share of black than their parents, and, if equally exposed themselves, will convey more to the next generation. Thus the black tribes of Africa may have become so throughout a long succession of ages, while the more recently peopled countries of tropical America exhibit the process in comparatively an early stage. It is needless to present, in opposition to this theory, that no change has been observable since the discovery of America; for the ages required for the process must have been analogous to those required for geological phenomena, and not to be squared with our usual ideas of time.

All the variations in the external appearance of man, however, cannot be referred to the influence of the solar heat, though, before mentioning other causes, we may point out another clear instance of its action. In the case of the aborigines of Hindostan, who are somewhat browned in complexion, the action of climate is clearly observable; which is proved by the circumstance of the female inhabitants of the harem, derived from the same stock, being generally very fair in hue. This is unquestionably the consequence of their se cluded life, which prevents that exposure of person which their relations of the other sex necessarily undergo. And, indeed, were colour the only point to be considered, the doctrine of the action of climate might be held to be the best means of accounting for the wide varieties of the human species. But there are other things besides colour to be looked to. "The causes," says Mr Lawrence, "which operate on the bodies of living animals, either modify the individual or alter the offspring. The former are of great importance in the history of animals, and produce considerable alterations in individuals; but the latter are the most powerful, as they affect the species and cause the diversities of man. Great influence has at all times been ascribed to climate, which indeed has been very loosely and indefinitely represented as the cause of most important modifications in the human subject and in other animals. Differences of colour, stature, hair, features, and those of moral and intellectual character, have been alike referred to the action of this mysterious cause, without any attempt to show which of the circumstances, comprehended under the word cation of the mode in which the point is accomplished. climate, produces the effect in question, or any indiThat the constitution of the atmosphere varics in respect to light, heat, moisture, and electricity, and that these variations, with those of elevation, soil, winds, vegetable productions, will operate decidedly on individuals, I do not mean to deny. While, however, we have no precise information on the kind or degree of influence attributable to such causes, we have abundance of proof that they are entirely inadequate to account for the differences between the va where manufactures are carried on to any extent, that portion of the population engaged in them are observed to have sallow complexions, resulting from the con

Germans, the great bulk of the English, the Dutch, the Swedes, and some others. One feature character-showing the gradations of colour in the mixed inhabi-rious races of men." In England and other countries,

istic of the white race is worthy of mention, and is dependent on the purity of their skin. This is the

The Mulatto is the offspring, in the first generation,

power of blushing, which has never with any certainty of a pure European and pure Negro. In hue, in form, finement to which they are subjected, while the agri

been perceived in any other portion of mankind. In Europe, some parts of Africa, and a large portion of Asia, the white race has been localised from time immemorial, modified by the occasional incursions of conquerors from other quarters, and the influence of climate; though neither of these causes is found in any instance to have operated to such an extent as to obliterate the marks of the pure stock. An exception, as it may be called, from all the races, takes the direction of the peculiarity in this class, but does not on that account belong to it. We allude to the Albinos, persons of an unnatural degree of whiteness, who are occasionally produced both by Negro and white races. The Albinos are sometimes of a slightly reddish hue, but invariably have very light

in countenance, in eye and hair, the Mulatto divides the properties of his parents. The skin is a tawny

brown.

The Terceron is produced from an European and Mulatto. Being the second removal from Negro blood, the characters of the fair race slightly predominate. The skin is brownish, the cheek is red, and the eyes are occasionally blue, with light hair.

The Quadroon (Quarteron) is descended from an European and Terceron. Here the properties of the black race are nearly lost, and the want of some political rights in their full extent is almost the only trace of their African great-grandfather or mother.

The Quinteron is considered, in the eyes of the law, pure white, being the next in the line of descent we have traced.

cultural labourers are tanned by exposure to sun and air. But here the difference ceases. The offspring of both are fair alike at birth, though the circumstances of the parents may soon confer their own peculiarities. But though climate appears altogether insufficient to account for the great diversities in the human family, it unquestionably, in the lapse of many centuries, makes an impression not easily removed. It is from examining analogous cases of variety in the an mal creation, that we are to find the main solution of the difficulty, without resorting to the supposition of separate origin. Animals to which we unhesitatingly assign a common erigin, are, if a judgment can be formed from exterior alone, so different as scarcely to warrant our bestowing on them the same generic naye. And yet we know that in the course of a few genera

tions, we could reduce our powerful and lionlike New-less "pitiless peltings" of parental or conjugal admo- quishing all their competitors, now turned their arms foundland dog to a pitiful turnspit. This would be nition. Its polished mahogany frame, and neatly against each other. For a while they displayed a effected by continued admixtures with the latter dog. brushed cover of green cloth, its silken pockets, and courtesy, which seemed to be the effect of a respect for With many other animals, the same effect can be pro-party-coloured ivory balls, presenting a striking con- each other's skill. It was natural to St Clair; in the duced by the same means. Our breeds of sheep, ac- trast to the rude negligence of the rest of the furni- gambler it was assumed. The latter having found the cording to Buffon, are derived from a race of animals ture; while a large canopy suspended over the table, opportunity he had long eagerly sought, soon began to more resembling the stag, than our peaceable flocks of and intended to collect and refract the rays of a num- practise the arts of his profession. The game of bilthe present day; and his authority appears to admit ber of well-trimmed lamps, which hung within its liards, requiring great precision of eye and steadiness of little doubt. Besides their variations in form, circumference, shed an intense brilliance over that little of hand, can only be played well by one who is comstrength, and appearance, another argument has been spot, and threw a corresponding gloom upon the sur-pletely master of his temper; and the experienced opdrawn from this peaceable race; and it has been said rounding scene. Indeed, if that gay altar of dissipation ponent of St Clair essayed to touch a string, on which that there is no more necessity for supposing a differ- had been withdrawn, the temple of pleasure would have he had often worked with success. ence of species, than there is for applying the same presented rather the desolate appearance of the house expedient to solve the phenomenon of white and black of mourning. sheep in the same flock, whose pedigree can be indisputably traced to the same ancestors. The varieties in this case are evidently accidental, though there is every probability that they might be perpetuated; and some have adopted a similar conclusion as to the cause of human varieties. The quality of food used in various countries has been held to affect strongly the external appearances of the inhabitants, but its influence is principally on the shape of their bodies and cast of their features, producing, in some cases, what we, in our notions of a perfect form, consider ugliness. But this is a subject in some degree apart from that of colour.

Whatever may be the immediate or remote causes of the dark complexion of the Negro, philosophical inquiry has shown us that to him it is a provision of mercy and benevolence. It can be shown that hot water, in vessels of different colours and the same capacity, cools fastest in the dark or black ones. The black colour of the native of the tropical regions may justly then be considered as a wise expedient provided by Omnipotence for cooling the fever of the blood under the influence of a scorching sun.

This interesting branch of philosophical investigation is admirably summed up by M. Buffon, and the conclusion he arrives at has the pleasing character of philanthropy. "Upon the whole, every circumstance concurs in proving that mankind are not composed of species essentially different from each other; that, on the contrary, there was originally but one species, which, after multiplying and spreading over the whole surface of the earth, has undergone various changes by the influence of climate, food, mode of living, diseases, and mixture of dissimilar individuals; that, at first, these changes were not so conspicuous, and produced only individual varieties; that these varieties became afterwards more specific, because they were rendered more general, more strongly marked, and more permanent, by the continual action of the same causes; that they are transmitted from generation to generation, as deformities or diseases pass from parents to children; and that, lastly, as they were originally produced by a train of external or accidental causes, and have only been perpetuated by time, and the constant operation of these causes, it is probable that they will gradually disappear, or at least that they will differ from what they are at present, if the causes which produced them should cease, or if their operation should be varied by other circumstances and combinations."-The other points of variety between the different races of mankind may form the subject of a subsequent article.

THE BILLIARD TABLE,
A STORY.*

On one of those clear nights in December, when the cloudless blue sky studded with millions of brilliant luminaries, shining with more than ordinary lustre, a young gentleman was seen rapidly pacing one of the principal streets of Pittsburg. Had he been a lover of nature, the beauty of the heavens must have attracted his observation; but he was too much wrapt up in his thoughts, or in his cloak, to throw a single glance towards the silent orbs, that glowed so beauteously in the firmament. A piercing wind swept through the streets, moaning and sighing, as if it felt the pain that it inflicted. The intense coldness of the weather had driven the usual loiterers of the night from their accustomed lounging places.

On reaching the outlet of an obscure alley, the young gentleman paused, cast a suspicious glance around, as if fearful of observation, and then darted into the gloomy passage. A few rapid steps brought him to the front of a wretched frame building, apparently untenanted, or occupied only as a warehouse, through whose broken panes the wind whistled, while the locked doors seemed to bid defiance to any ingress but that of the piercing element. It was in truth a lonely back building, in the heart of the town, but so concealed by the surrounding houses, that it might as well have been in the silent bosom of the forest. A narrow flight of stairs, ascending the outside of the edifice, led to an upper story. Ascending these, the youth, opening the door with the familiarity of an accustomed visitor, emerged from the gloom of the night, into the light and life of the billiard room.

It was a large apartment, indifferently lighted, and meanly furnished. In the centre stood the billiard table, whose allurements had enticed so many on this evening to forsake the quiet and virtuous comforts of social life, and to brave the biting blast, and the not

From a volume entitled the "* Soldier's Bride and other Tales, by James Hall." Philadelphia, 1833. – We have altered a few passages to suit the moral purpose of our paper.

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The stained and dirty floor was strewed with fragments of cigars, play-bills, and nut-shells; the walls, blackened with smoke, seemed to have witnessed the orgies of many a midnight revel. A few candles, destined to illumine the distant recesses of the room, hung neglected against the walls-bowing their long wicks, and marking their stations by streams of tallow, which had been suffered to accumulate through many a long winter night. The ceiling was hung with cobwebs, curiously intermingled with dense clouds of tobacco smoke, and tinged by the straggling rays of light, which occasionally shot from the sickly tapers. A set of benches, attached to the walls, and raised sufficiently high to overlook the table, accommodated the loungers, who were not engaged at play, and who sat or reclined solemnly puffing their cigars, idly sipping their brandy and water-or industriously counting the chances of the game; but all observing a profound silence, which would have done honour to a turbaned divan, and was well suited to the important subjects of their contemplation. Little coteries of gayer spirits laughed and chatted aside, or made their criticisms on the players in subdued accents; any remarks on that subject being forbidden to all but the parties engaged; while the marker announced the state of the game, trimmed the lamps. and supplied refreshments to the guests.

Mr St Clair, the gentleman whom we have taken the liberty of tracing to this varied scene, was cordially greeted on his entrance by the party at the table, who had been denouncing the adverse elements which had caused the absence of several of their choicest spirits. The game at which they were then playing being one which admitted of an indefinite number of players, St Clair was readily permitted to take a ball; and, engaging with ardour in the fascinating amusement, was soon lost to all that occurred beyond the little circle of its witchery.

The intense coldness of the night was so severely felt in the badly-warmed apartment which we have attempted to describe, that the party broke up earlier than usual. One by one they dropped off, until St Clair and another of the players were left alone. These, being both skilful, engaged each other singlehanded, and became so deeply interested as scarcely to observe the defection of their companions, until they found the room entirely deserted. The night was far spent. The marker, whose services were no longer required, was nodding over the grate; the candles were wasting in their sockets, and although a steady brilliance still fell upon the table, the back ground was as dark as it was solitary.

The most careless observer might have remarked the great disparity of character exhibited in the two players, who now matched their skill in this graceful and fascinating game. St Clair was a genteel young man of about five and twenty. His manners had all the ease of one accustomed to the best society; his countenance was open and prepossessing; his whole demeanour frank and manly. There was a careless gaiety in his air, happily blended with an habitual politeness and dignity of carriage, which added much to the ordinary graces of youth and amiability. His features displayed no trace of thought or genius, for Mr St Clair was one of that large class, who please without design and without talent, and who, by dint of light hearts and graceful exteriors, thrive better in this world than those who think and feel more acutely. He was a man of small fortune, and was happily married to a lovely young woman, to whom he was devotedly attached; and who, when she bestowed her hand, had given him the entire possession of a warm and spotless heart. They had lately arrived at Pittsburg, and being about to settle in some part of the western country, had determined to spend the ensuing spring and summer in this city, where Mrs St Clair might enjoy the comforts of good society until her husband prepared their future residence for her reception.

His opponent was some ten years older than himself; a short, thin, straight man, with a keen eye and sallow complexion. He was one of those persons who may be seen in hoals at the taverns and gambling houses of large American towns, and who mingle with better people in stage-coaches and steam-boats. He had knocked about the world, as his own expression was, until, like an old coin whose original impression has been worn off, he had few marks left by which his birth or country could be traced. But, like that same coin, the surface only was altered, the base metal was unchanged. In short, he was a gambler, who roamed from town to town, preying upon thoughtless young men, and employing as much industry as would make the fortunes of half a dozen mechanics.

Such were the players who were left together, like the last champions at a tournament, who, after van

"You are a married man, I believe ?" said he. "Yes, sir." "That was bad play; you had nearly missed the ball." "You spoke to me just as I was striking," said St Clair, good humouredly. "Oh! I beg pardon. Where did you learn to play billiards ?" "In Philadelphia." "Do they understand the game?" "I have seen some fine players there." "Very likely. But I doubt whether they play the scientific game. New Orleans is the only place. There they go it in style. See there now!-that was a very bad play of yours. You played on the wrong ball. You married men are accustomed to early hours, and get sleepy earlier than we do." "I did not think I had shown any symptoms of drowsiness." 66 Oh, no! I meant no allusion. There's another bad play of yours." "You will find I play sufficiently well before we are done." "Oh! no doubt. I meant nothing. You play an elegant game. But, then, you married men get scared when it grows late. No man can play billiards when he is in a hurry to go home. A married gentleman can't help thinking of the sour looks and cross answers he is apt to get when he goes home after midnight.” “I will thank you to make no such allusions to me," said St Clair; "I am neither scared nor sleepy, but able to beat you as long as you please." "Oh, very well!-I don't value myself on my playing. Shall we double the bet ?" "If you please." "Agreed. Now do your best, or I shall beat you.”

Pestered by this impertinence, St Clair lost several games. His want of success added to his impatience; and his tormentor continued to vex him with taunting remarks until his agitation became uncontrollable. He drank to steady his nerves, but drink only inflamed his passion. He doubled, trebled, quadrupled the bet to change his luck; but in vain. Every desperate attempt urged him towards his ruin; and it was happy for him that his natural good sense enabled him to stop before his fate was consummated, though not until he had lost a large sum.

Vexed with his bad fortune, St Clair left the house of dissipation, and turned his reluctant steps towards his own dwelling. His slow and thoughtful pace was now far different from the usual lightness of his graceful carriage. It was not that he feared the frown of his lovely wife; for to him her brow had always been unclouded, and her lips had only breathed affection. She was one of those gentle beings, whose sweetness withers not with the hour or the season, but endures through all vicissitudes.

It was the recollection of that fervent and forbearing love, that now pressed like a leaden weight upon the conscience of the gambler, when he reflected upon the many little luxuries, and innocent enjoyments, of which that lovely woman had deprived herself, while he had squandered vast sums in selfish dissipation. Having never before lost so much at play, this view of the case had not occurred to him; and it now came home to his bosom with full force, bringing pangs of the keenest self-reproach. He recalled the many projects of domestic comfort they had planned together, some of which must now be delayed by his imprudence. That very evening they had spoken of the rural dwelling they intended to inhabit; and Louisa's taste had suggested a variety of improvements, with which it should be embellished. When he left her, he promised to return soon; and now, after a long absence, he came, the messenger, if not of ruin, at least of disappointment. The influence of wine, and the agitation of his mind, had wrought up the usually placid feelings of St Clair into a state of high excitement. His imagination wandered to the past and to the future, and every picture that he contemplated added to his pain.

"I will go to Louisa," said he. "I will confess all. Late as it is, she is still watching for me. Poor girl!-she little thinks, that, while she has been counting the heavy hours of my absence, I have been madly courting wretchedness for myself, and preparing the bitter cup of affliction for her."

In this frame of mind he reached his own door, and tapped gently for admittance. He was surprised that his summons was not immediately answered, for the watchful solicitude of his wife had always kept her from retiring in his absence. He knocked again and again and at last, when his patience was nearly exhausted, a slipshod housemaid came shivering to the door. He snatched the candle from her hand, and ascended to his chamber. It was deserted!

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"Where is Mrs St Clair ?" said he to the maid who had followed him. "Gone". "Gone! Where ?" Why, sir, she went away with a gentleman.” Away with a gentleman! Impossible!" "Yes, sir, indeed she went off with a gentleman in a carriage." "When?where did she go?" "I don't know where she went, sir; she never intimated a word to me. She started just after you left home." "Did she leave no message ?" "No, sir, not any: she was in a great hurry."

St Clair motioned the girl to retire, and sank into a chair. He gazed round the apartment, and his dwelling, once so happy, seemed desolate as a tomb. He murmured the name of Louisa, and a thousand joys rose to his recollection. All-all were blasted! He endeavoured to calm his passions, and to reason deliberately; but in vain. Who could have reasoned at such a moment? He mechanically drew out his watch; it was past two o'clock. Where could Louisa be at such an hour?-she had no intimates, and few acquaintances, in the city. Could any one have car. ried her away by force? No, no-the truth was too plain! Louisa had been worn out with his repeated absences at night, and had gone perhaps back to her paternal home-a step for which he could hardly blame her; and he was now a forsaken, broken-hearted man! In an agony of grief, he left his house, and wandered distractedly through the streets, until, chance directed, he reached the confluence of the rivers. To this spot he had strolled with his Louisa in their last walk. All his tenderness and confidence revived, and he turned mournfully, with a full but softened heart, determined to seek his dwelling, and wait, as patiently as he could, until the return of day should bring some explanation of Louisa's conduct.

At this moment a light appeared, passing rapidly from the bank of the Alleghany towards the town. In an instant it was lost and again it glimmered among the ancient ramparts of Fort du Quesne and then disappeared. He advanced cautiously towards the ruined fort, and, clambering over the remains of the breastwork, entered the area, carefully examining the whole ground by the clear moonlight. But no animate object was to be seen.

A confused mass

of misshapen ridges and broken rocks were alone to be discovered the vestiges of a powerful bulwark, which had once breasted the storm of war.

"It is deserted," said the bereaved husband, "like my once happy dwelling. The flag is gone, the music is silent, the strong towers have fallen, and all is desolate!"

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The homely but hearty song of "the Miller" was
written by Sir John Clerk of Pennycuick, one of the
Barons of the Scottish Exchequer, and remarkable for
his attainments in classical literature and science. It
describes a fine scene of humble domestic comfort-
O merry may the maid be,
That marries the miller;
For, foul day or fair day,

He's aye bringing till her;
H'as aye a penny in his pouch,

For dinner or for supper,

Wi' beef and peas, and melting cheese,
And lumps o' yellow butter.
Behind the door stand bags o' meal,
And in the ark is plenty,

And gude hard cakes his mother bakes,
And mony a sweeter dainty;
A gude fat sow, a sleeky cow,
Are standing in the byre,
And winking puss, wi' mealy mou',

Perplexed by the sudden disappearance of the light, and indulging a vague suspicion that it was in some way connected with his own misfortune, he continued to explore the ruins. A faint ray of light now caught his eye, and he silently approached it. He soon reached the entrance of an arched vault, formerly a powder magazine, from which the light emanated. The doorway was closed by a few loose boards, leaned carefully against it, and evidently intended only to afford a brief concealment; but a crevice, which had been inadvertently left, permitted the escape of that straggling beam of light which had attracted his attention, and which proceeded from a small taper placed in a dark lantern. Two persons sat before it, in one of whom the astonished St Clair recognised his late companion, the gambler! The other was a coarse, ill-dressed ruffian, with a ferocious and sinister expression of countenance, which at once bespoke his character. They were busily examining a number of large keys, which seemed newly made, and which, by the conversation that went on, appeared to be intended to accomplish a burglary. St Clair could witness the scene no longer. Under any other circumstances it would have excited his curiosity; but the discovery that he had been duped by a sharper a mere grovelling felon-added to the sorrows that already filled his bosom, stung him so keenly, that he had not patience nor spirits to push his disco-rity, but with no other effect than that of inspiring veries any further.

"Was it for the company of such a wretch," said he, as he again mournfully bent his steps homeward, "that I left my Louisa! Perhaps she may have guessed the truth. Some one may have whispered to her that I was the associate of gamblers and housebreakers! Shocked at my duplicity and guilt, she has fled from contamination!"

He again entered his habitation. How changed! No hand was extended to receive him; no smile to welcome him. All was cheerless, cold, and silent. A candle, nearly exhausted to the socket, was burning in the parlour, shedding a pale light over the gloom of the apartment: but that bright peculiar orb, that had given warmth and lustre to this little world, was extinguished! St Clair shuddered as he looked round. Every object reminded him of the happiness he had destroyed, and he felt himself a moral suicide. Half dead with cold, fatigue, and distress, he approached the fire-when a note, which had fallen from the cardrack to the floor, caught his eye. The address was to himself, and in Louisa's handwriting. He tore it open and read as follows:

"Poor Mrs B., who has paid us so many kind attentions, has just sent for me. She very ill, and fancies that no one can nurse her so well as myself. Of course I cannot refuse, and only regret that I must part with my dear Charles for a few hours. Good night. Your devoted LOUISA."

The feelings of St Clair can be better imagined than described, as he thus suddenly passed from a state of doubt and despair to the full tide of joy. He kissed the welcome billet, and enacted several other extravagances, which our readers will excuse us from relating. He retired at length to his couch, where his exhausted frame soon sunk to repose.

He rose early the next morning. Louisa was already in the parlour to welcome him with smiles. He frankly related to her all that had happened on the preceding night. Louisa's affectionate heart sympathised in the pain he had suffered, and tears stole down her cheek, which was pale with watching.

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and to whom a Dr Austin of Edinburgh had paid his
addresses, with some reason to hope for success.
course of love ran on this occasion in a totally different
direction from that which it assumed in the previous
instance. An elder suitor, in the person of the Duke
of Athole, carried off the lady (1749), leaving Dr
Austin no consolation but that of embalming his dis-
appointment in verse. The well-known song, "For
the Lack of Gold she has left me," was written on this
occasion by Austin. The lady subsequently became
the wife of Lord Adam Gordon, Commander of the
Forces in North Britain, and died so lately as 1795.

Another gentleman song-writer of the period was Sir Gilbert Elliot of Minto, who, during the Bute administration, held the office of treasurer of the navy, and was the grandfather of the present Earl of Minto. Sir Gilbert cultivated general literature, and at one time carried on a philosophical correspondence with Mr Hume, which has been quoted with approbation by Mr Dugald Stewart in his Philosophy of the Human Mind. The only song of his composition that has become popular, is that beginning," My sheep I Jean, was the author of the old set of the fine song, neglected, I lost my sheep-hook." His sister, Miss "the Flowers of the Forest," which is said by Sir Walter Scott to have been founded on an early ballad respecting the disasters of Flodden. The men of Selkirkshire, or the Forest, suffered grievously on that day, and some contemporaneous rhymer had chronicled the affair in a ballad, of which no part has been preserved but one verse containing a very affecting image

Now I ride single on my saddle,

Since the Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. The song by Miss Elliot commences thus→ I've heard the lilting at our ewes-milking, Lasses a-lilting before the break of day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaningThe Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. At buchts in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning, The lasses are lonely, and dowie, and wae; Nae daffing, nae gabbing, but sighing and sabbing, Ilk ane lifts her leglin and hies her away. The father of this poetical fair was Sir Gilbert Elliot of Minto, Lord Justice Clerk in Scotland, and disIs playing round the fire-&c. tinguished for his liberal and patriotic exertions in "Even ministers" were "kenned" at that time to giving the first impulse to commercial and other imhandle the popular lyre. Mr Bryce of Kirknewton, provements in Scotland. This Sir Gilbert, or, to use one of the most eminent men of his day in mathema- his more ordinary designation, Lord Minto, is said tical science, composed all the verses of" the Birks of to have, about the year 1725, introduced the German Invermay" after the two first, which were written by flute into Scotland. His father, the founder of the Mallet. One of the finest love songs in any language, family, and whose name was also Gilbert, may be nousually called "Webster's Lines," was the production of ticed here, for the purpose of introducing a very pleasDr Alexander Webster of the Tolbooth Church, Edin- ing anecdote. "Gibbie Elliot," as this gentleman was burgh; a man otherwise strangely distinguished in usually called, was originally a writer in the city where three diverse ways-for evangelical pulpit eloquence, he afterwards rose to the rank of a civil and criminal extraordinary convivial powers, and a genius for judge. What gave the first move to his fortunes was arithmetical calculations. The story connected with his acting as agent in the defence of a Presbyterian the song is curious. In early life, when minister of clergyman named Vietch, who had exposed himself Culross, he was employed by a friend to act as black- to the vengeance of the government of Charles II. foot (as an amatory ambassador is called in Scotland) Though successful in his cause, Elliot became himself to a young lady of fortune named Mary Erskine, who a "marked man," and was soon after obliged to seek resided at Valleyfield, within his parish, and was a refuge in Holland. His sufferings on this occasion, relation of the Dundonald family. He is said to have joined to his talents, recommended him after the Reurged the vicarious suit with all eloquence and since-volution to the patronage of King William, and he was first made clerk to the privy council, and then the lady with a prepossession in his own favour. For raised to the bench. When travelling on the circuit, some time this was concealed, with a hope that he as a lord of justiciary, he occasionally visited Dumwould in time become a principal instead of a second; fries, where his old friend William Vietch was now a but Webster was not only disposed to be faithful to his venerated clergyman, and the two never failed on constituent, but regarded Miss Erskine as one too ex- such occasions to have a convivial meeting. When alted by beauty and fortune to be within the scope of his thus met, Lord Minto would say, "Ah, Willie, Wilown ambition. At length, conjecturing, perhaps, that lie, if it had not been for me, the pyets [magpies] the ardour with which he pressed his friend's suit was would have been pyking your pow on the Netherbow not altogether unmixed with some feeling on his own Port." To which Vietch would reply, “Ah, Gibbie, part, the lady half jestingly remarked, that, if he had Gibbie, if it had not been for me, you would have spoken as well for himself, he might have been more suc- been writing papers yet, at a plack the page!" cessful. The hint was too obvious to be overlooked, and its promise too agreeable to be neglected. Webster, almost bewildered by his good fortune, spoke for himself, and was accepted. The marriage took place in 1737, a few days after his accession to the Tolbooth Church, in which he preached till his death in 1784. The "Lines" begin thus :

Oh how could I venture to love one like thee,
And you not despise a poor conquest like me,
On lords, your admirers, could look with disdain,
And knew I was nothing, yet pitied my pain?
You said, when they teased you with nonsense and
dress,

When real the passion, the vanity's less;

You saw through that silence which others despise,
And while beaux were a-talking, read love in my eyes.
The third stanza terminates with a thought, per-

haps only too ardent and captivating

In vain do I praise thee, or strive to reveal,
Too nice for expression, what only we feel:
In all that you do, in each look and each mien,
The graces in waiting adorn you unseen.
When I see you I love you-when hearing adore-
I wonder, and think you a woman no more;
Till, mad wi' admiring, I cannot contain,
And, kissing your lips, you turn woman again.

"Bonnie Jeanie Drummond, she towers aboon them
a'," was the opening of a rustic song complimentary
to Miss Jean Drummond of Megginch, Perthshire, a
famous beauty, about the middle of the last century,

Other persons of condition might be instanced as at this time amusing themselves with imitations of the vernacular songs; but we can only advert to one, Mrs Cockburn, author of the more recent version of "the Flowers of the Forest;" a song so beautiful, that we cannot resist the temptation to present it entire :—

I've seen the smiling
Of Fortune beguiling;
I've felt all its favours, and found its decay:
Sweet was its blessing,

Kind its caressing;

But now 'tis fled-fled far away.

I've seen the Forest

Adorned the foremost

With flowers of the fairest, most pleasant and gay;
Sae bonnie was their blooming!
Their scent the air perfuming!

But now they are wither'd and a' wede away
I've seen the morning

With gold the hills adorning,

And loud tempest storming before the mid-day.
I've seen Tweed's silver streams,
Shining in the sunny beams,
Grow drumly and dark as he row'd on his way.
Oh, fickle Fortune,

Why this cruel sporting?

Oh, why still perplex us, poor sons of a day?
Nae mair your smiles can cheer me,
Nae mair your frowns can fear me;
For the Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

This lady's maiden name was Alison Rutherford. She was the daughter of Rutherford of Fernilee, in Selkirkshire, where a turret is still shown as the place in which the song was written the occasion having been a calamitous period, when no fewer than seven Forest lairds, having been engaged in some imprudent speculations, became insolvent in one year. She married, in 1731, Mr Patrick Cockburn, advocate, younger brother of the celebrated Cockburn of Ormiston, the father of Scottish agriculture. She died in Edinburgh, November 22, 1794, at an advanced age. A characteristic account of her was furnished in the following terms by Sir Walter Scott to Mr Robert Chambers, for his collection of Scottish Songs, 1829 :

brought her much nearer to a Frenchwoman than to
a native of England; and, as I have the same impres-
sion with respect to ladies of the same period and the
same rank in society, I am apt to think that the vieille
cour of Edinburgh rather resembled that of Paris
than that of St James's, and particularly that the
Scotch imitated the Parisians in laying aside much of
the expense and form of those little parties in which
wit and good-humour were allowed to supersede all
occasion of display. The lodging where Mrs Cock-
burn received the best society of her time, would not
now offer accommodation to a very inferior person."

A SCENE AT JERUSALEM.

"Mrs Cockburn was a keen Whig [in the sense, it should be added, of that age]. I remember having THE superstitious ceremonies performed by Mahomheard repeated a parody on Prince Charles's procla- medan pilgrims at the tomb of their prophet at Mecca, mation, in burlesque verse, to the tune of Clout the as described by Burckhardt and others, and the equally Caldron.' In the midst of the siege or blockade of the Castle of Edinburgh, the carriage in which Mrs Cock-idolatrous rites of the Hindoos in relation to the waters burn was returning from a visit to Ravelstone, was of the Ganges, as mentioned by all travellers in India, stopped by the Highland guard at the West Port; seem to find a striking parallel in the case of the piland as she had a copy of the parody about her person, grims who at the present day crowd to Jerusalem and she was not a little alarmed at the consequences; espe- other places in Syria, celebrated as the scenes of events cially as the officer talked of searching the carriage for letters and correspondence with the Whigs in the city. connected with the origin of our faith. The deluded Fortunately, the arms on the coach were recognised ignorance, the folly, and the impiety, displayed by as belonging to a gentleman favourable to the cause of these pilgrims, and those who on the spot minister the Adventurer, so that Mrs Cockburn escaped, with to their rabid fanaticism, are almost incredible. A the caution not to carry political squibs about her perwork has, however, just been published,* entitled "A son in future. Summer Ramble in Syria," by the Rev. Vere Monre, which places the matter beyond dispute. This gentleman, whom we suppose to be a clergyman of the English church, and who travelled to Jerusalem in the year 1833, thus describes his visit to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. The period of the visit was the Saturday before Easter Sunday, which is observed as the most solemn fast in the Greek Church.

Apparently, she was fond of parody; as I have heard a very clever one of her writing, upon the old song, Nancy's to the Greenwood gane.' The occasion of her writing it was the rejection of her brother's hand by a fantastic young lady of fashion. The first ve: se ran thus

Nancy's to the Assembly gane,
To hear the fops a' chattering;
And Willie he has followed her,
To win her love by flattering.

sion coming down from Mount Calvary and entering the holy sepulchre, the lamps were found to be already burning; and as no one had previously been there, this event was hailed as a miracle, and was ever after vouchsafed to the Roman Catholics upon the same occasion, till the time of Godfrey of Boulogne. At a subsequent period, when that church had lost the ascendancy and the Greeks succeeded to it, the latter, conceiving their faith to be as much entitled to supernatural sanction as that of the Romans, and having received certain information that the miracle would not take offence and throw them over, but would still keep its engagement though they should put it off to a week later [the Greek church adhering to old style], did so; and the miracle still waits upon the Greeks, as it used to do upon the Romans, but at two o'clock on the following Saturday.

crowd had considerably increased, but being preceded Soon after twelve I returned to the church. The by a scourge-bearer, the way was cleared, and I reached the door leading to the gallery above. It was some time before the guardians would admit me, but being persuaded that the applicant really was un Signore Inglese, the door was at length opened. On the inside four monks were posted for its defence, but the number of candidates for admission numerous. One of these rushing in, the foremost monk met him in the face with a cudgel, and he staggered out again : another made a similar attempt, and was stopped by the same process.

It should be remarked, that on the north and south sides of the little chapel which covers the sepulchre, in either wall is a hole of an oval form, through which the fire issues for the two rival parties, the Greeks and Armenians. The Copts, Syrians, and Abyssinians, are obliged to obtain it as they can in the general scramble, or buy it of the former at a high price, as they have no private holes of their own. I took my post at the farthest window in the gallery, so as to command a view of the Armenian side. It had been "At nine o'clock A. M. I went to the church of the previously occupied, but sufficient room was still left Holy Sepulchre, and the pilgrims, according to their to admit of my seeing the hole in the wall, and I was I farther remember only the last verse, which describes custom, having passed the night in the interior, were satisfied. Nevertheless, one of the peace-keepers inthe sort of exquisite then in fashionnow carrying forth their beds. In a recess on the left,sisted upon the occupants giving up their places, and, within the door, sat the Turkish governor with his notwithstanding my entreaties that he would leave suite, enjoying their pipes and coffee upon a raised them in the enjoyment of that to which they had a divan, spread with mats and cushions." The scene right, he pulled them down, and fell upon them furibeyond was less inoffensive, and is less easy to be de- ously with his whip. scribed. In the centre of the vestibule is a slab of marble, and beneath it lies the stone upon which, according to tradition, the body of our Lord was anointed. Around this some were singing, dancing, and shouting, while others upon their knees bowed

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Wad ye hae bonny Nancy?

Na, I'll hae ane has learned to fence,
And that can please my fancy;
Ane that can flatter, bow, and dance,
And make love to the ladies,
That kens how folk behave in France,

And's bauld amang the cadies.*

Mrs Cockburn was authoress of many other little pieces, particularly a set of toasts descriptive of some of her friends, and sent to a company where most of them were assembled. They were so accurately drawn, that each was at once referred to the person charac

terised. One runs thus:

To a thing that's uncommon-a youth of discretion,
Who, though vastly handsome, despises flirtation;
Is the friend in affliction, the soul of affection,
Who may hear the last trump without dread of de-
tection.

This was written for my father, then a young and re-
markably handsome man.

The intimacy was great between my mother and Mrs Cockburn. She resided in Crichton Street, and, my father's house being in George Square, the intercourse of that day, which was of a very close and unceremonious character, was constantly maintained with little trouble. My mother and Mrs Cockburn were related, in what degree I know not, but sufficiently near to induce Mrs Cockburn to distinguish her in her will. Mrs Cockburn had the misfortune to lose an only son, Patrick Cockburn, who had the rank of captain in the dragoons, several years before her own

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Mrs Cockburn was one of those persons whose talents for conversation made a stronger impression on her contemporaries, than her writings can be expected to produce. In person and features she somewhat resembled Queen Elizabeth, but the nose was rather more aquiline. She was proud of her auburn hair, which remained unbleached by time, even when she was upwards of eighty years old. She maintained the rank in the society of Edinburgh which Frenchwomen of talents usually do in that of Paris; and her little parlour used to assemble a very distinguished and accomplished circle, among whom David Hume, John Home, Lord Monboddo, and many other men of name, were frequently to be found. Her evening parties were very frequent, and included society distinguished both for condition and talents. The petit souper which always concluded the evening, was like that of Stella, which she used to quote on the occasion:

A supper like her mighty self,
Four nothings on four plates of delf.
But they passed off more gaily than many costlier en-

tertainments.

She spoke both wittily and well, and maintained an extensive correspondence, which, if it continues to exist, must contain many things highly curious and interesting. My recollection is, that her conversation

*An old-fashioned species of serviceable attendants, between the street-porter and the valet-de-place, peculiar to Edinburgh. A great number were always hanging about the doors of the As

their bare heads to the stone.

The division of the

church containing the holy sepulchre is circular, and
surmounted by a dome, under which is a small oblong
chapel, rounded at one end, wherein the sepulchre

itself stands.

The crowd around this was dense and disorderly;
nevertheless, through the centre of them a passage
was kept always open for the processions of fanatics,
sepulchre in bodies, and raising at the same time most
who were continually dancing and rushing round the
hideous cries, amongst which even the wild Nubian
yell might be distinguished. In each procession some
of the foremost of the party bore others standing erect
upon their shoulders, and as these latter were thrown
over by the jostling and the rapidity of the motion,
others quickly succeeded to their places, and he who
could stand the longest seemed to be accounted the
best mountebank. The revelry of an English fair is
a scene of tranquillity and decorum compared with the
deeds of these benighted Christians. In the northern
aisle was a bazaar, and the sellers, ranged behind their
stalls, proclaimed aloud the merits of their various
merchandise. Nor was there any thing wanting to
complete the resemblance to that scene in the temple
which has been recorded in the gospel ; for the Turkish
Janissaries, carrying a scourge of twenty lashes, were
dealing their stripes with no sparing hand, as they
darker recesses of the church every sense was offended,
drove before them the tumultuous crowd. In the
and the filthiness which made it impossible to walk,
alike forbids a description.

Going above to view the scene from one of the gal-
leries, I passed through that part of the church which
is occupied by the Franciscan monks. It had the ap-
pearance of a coffee-house, and I was pressed to dine
there. Having seen enough of this uproar from the
gallery, I re-entered the chapel, and passed round the
sepulchre itself, along the alley that was left vacant
for the fanatical processions. A crowd of these frenzied
enthusiasts were coming on behind us, one bearing
another upon his shoulders, and chancing to push
felled two of them to the ground with his fist, where-
against my Catholic conductor, the latter instantly
upon abusive language and menaces ensued. I re-
turned to my den in the convent to await the hour
following is a short biographical notice.
when the holy fire was to play its part, of which the

When the Church of the Holy Sepulchre was ex-
clusively in the hands of the Roman Catholics, it was
their custom on the anniversary of the Crucifixion to
extinguish the lamps throughout the church, and on
the Saturday, the eve of the Resurrection, and the
day of preparation, the bishop entering the church
with a solemn procession, replaced new fire in the
lamps. Now it chanced upon a day, that the proces-

*Two volumes, 8vo, Bentley, London.

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As the crisis approached, the skirmishes between Greeks and Armenians became severe. Towards two P. M. the Turkish governor entered, attended by his train and preceded by scourges, whips, and staves, all busily employed. The conflict throughout the church now grew general, and sticks and fists were engaged between the contending zealots. The Moosellim having given notice that he was ready, the Greek Patriarch, called the Bishop of the Fire,' was next introduced, heading a procession of his order in their best clothes, who walked at a slow pace thrice round the sepulchre. At the end of the first round, as the mystic fire began to warm his intestines, his outer robe was removed; at the second round, his jacket and shirt were unbuttoned, and he appeared to be suffering under considerable increase of heat. At the third round the former was taken off, and with his cheeks swollen, as if pregnant of fire, and groaning like Stromboli, he was locked into the chapel. What he did within I know not for certain, but I conjecture that he drew a phosphorus-box from the pocket of his lower garments (which had been advisedly left on him), and therewith lighted some tow and turpentine.

Without, expectation and expectants were on tiptoe, and every one was provided with a bunch of tapers, tied fast round the wrist. Close to the Armenian hole, three men were posted in tight blue dresses, from whom to a side-door an avenue was kept clear through the mob. They were provided with tin lamps, and having received the fire before any of the other devotees, hurried out of the church, bowing their heads to avoid the blows that were dealt at them, and surrounded by three or four others as protectors! The

fire thus filched, immediately appeared among the women stationed above in the Armenian gallery and chapel, who lighted their tapers, and crossed themselves with them in every direction. Some of these pressed the fire against their bared breasts, and when their tapers were thus extinguished, presently relighted them to repeat the same action. Others thrust them into caps or handkerchiefs, which they carried for that purpose, and lighting them again and again, continually extinguished them in the same manner.

Below, the fury of the combatants was at its height, and the church presented one general and ferocious conflict. He who had obtained the fire, if his party verely beaten, and either his tapers were taken from was not strong enough to secure his retreat, was sehim, or the fire put out; and for this reason, some time elapsed before it was generally diffused throughout the church.

At last, however, the chapel and the Greek church beyond presented one blaze of light, and the uproar subsided. Turkish guards had been posted in different places, as moderators, to protect the lives of the combatants; for on former occasions this ceremony had been attended with some casualties. In another of the churches was carried on the impure dance of the almé, and during the whole succeeding Sabbath the tambourine was sounding to the licentious motions of this satanic revelry.

After the fire function, a little Spanish monk af

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