think the cut-and-dry fashion to be more insi- cipal accessory to an attempt to marry him, was a friend of Captain Colyton. Not give diously detrimental to real literature than the even by force, to a mistress, of whom Lord his name! What is he like? is he a gentleoutrageous puffing which it has in some mea- Sunderland, then minister, is weary. Hetty, man? is he young? is he handsome?' inquired sure supplanted, and with which it has in some his own attachment (an animated copy from the countess. Quite a gentleman,' my lady, degree combined, we shall fearlessly oppose our-Jeannie Deans), learns from her lover, that very young, and remarkably handsome." "Had selves to its continuance. chance has thrown him into contact, and also I three ears, I'd hear thee! Shew him up, by What we have said must contribute to throw into favour, with the Countess of Dorchester; all means. In another minute Hetty Chervil a light upon it, and will, we trust, conduce to and she forthwith proceeds to London in man's entered the apartment, endeavouring to make a an honester and better order of things. Should attire, trusting, through Catherine's interest, man's bow, in which she did but indifferently it be otherwise, should it be agreed that every to present the petition for his life to the king. succeed; and catching her foot in her sword as man being his own reviewer is a convenient "Influenced by the same considerations that she advanced, -a circumstance that added to and proper plan, we must also submit to be had weighed with her before her departure, her confusion as she blushingly said, 'If I have silenced; but until we are made to feel that Hetty determined to preserve her male attire the honour of addressing the Countess of Dorour Othello's occupation's gone, we will not in London; but as her travelling garb was of chester, may I entreat you, madam, to favour consent to have it performed by the little rather a rude, rustic description, and she feared me with a private interview?' "A private inblack slavies of the cut-and-dry manner. that there might be some difficulty in making terview! truly this is a modest request for a In submitting this exposition we have made her way quickly to the countess's presence, stranger to make! Morlay, duenna mine, how no personal allusions; for we regret to say (unless she presented a handsome exterior, she is Cæsar's wife to act ?' How can you ask that the cause of complaint is but too widely purchased a genteel dress suit, hung a sword to such a question, when I know your thorough spread, and in that lies its power of mischief. her side, exchanged her close wig for one of the discretion?' said the scrupulous observer of A few insulated examples would only offend, small, fashionable perukes, and, without wait- decorum, taking the hint, and immediately but the mass almost utterly smothers justice, ing to recruit herself after her long journey, quitting the apartment. Oh madam!' cried and debilitates our national literature into tri- hastened in her new habiliments to St. James's Hetty, throwing herself upon her knees before fling and, superficial trumpery of the day, des- Square. On the afternoon of Hetty's visit, the countess, forgive me for thus intruding titute of vigour and standard excellence. The the countess, seeing the rapid approach of that into your presence, and, above all, for appearold saying, of "every one a mouthful, and no crisis, which by her counsels she had not less ing in this disguise; but when I tell you that one a bellyful," is being ful-filled to the utmost strenuously than vainly endeavoured to avert, I am an unhappy and almost heart-broken letter; and if the English reader wants a book and anticipating, in the probable loss of her maiden Maiden! Egad, wench! I calculated for future times, he must go to Ger- royal lover, a deprivation of all her splendour could have better forgiven you had you really many, or France, or Russia! for in England and distinction, was endeavouring, in a half been what your dress betokens; though I had there are nothing but reprints, compilations, melancholy and half bantering mood, to drive discovered you before you spoke, for I am not annuals, periodicals, and the old species of ma-away the dismal forebodings that haunted her. easily deceived in these matters. As one of chinery of the druggists' bottles mingling the Morlay, mia cara!' she exclaimed to her my own sex, however, you can have no busicontents of several, and shewing off the mix- parasite, with a forced smile, I was advised ness at my feet; so prithee seat yourself, retures of every colour of the rainbow. not long since to imitate Madame de la Valière, sume your composure, and tell me the purport We will now take our leave of the cut-and-to retire into a Carmelite convent, and practise of your visit, particularly as it has reference to dry system, which may very readily be detected, all sorts of austerities; but, methinks, if I am my friend Captain Colyton," " wherever it is visible, after this exposure: - to turn religieuse, I had rather, like Fenelon, when readers see quotation after quotation mul-attach myself to Madame de Guyon, and betiplied in the newspapers, the sign is unequi- come a Quietist.' 'A Quietist! Sprightly, vocal, and these are the misrepresentations of vivacious, and witty, as you are by nature, how the parties concerned, not the dicta of literary can you ever expect to become a Quietist? independence and justice.

Walter Colyton: a Tale of 1688. Author of " Brambletye House." 12mo. Colburn and Bentley.

Hetty gives all the necessary information, and at the conclusion of her narrative,

"Betrothed to Captain Colyton! Are you aware, my love-lorn donzella,' continued the countess, who even upon so grave an occasion Not that I know any thing of Madame de could not altogether refrain from banteringGuyon's doctrines, though we have heard so that I have a sneaking kindness for him myBy the much about her.' She preaches the entire self, and that, if I save his life, it will be only 3 vols. renouncement of self, the silence of the soul, to tie him to my own apron-string as my cicisLondon, the annihilation of all its powers, interior wor- beo, my fashionable dangler, my private lover?' 1830. ship, and that pure and disinterested love of Save him! save him! only save his life, and Mr. SMITH's most successful efforts are cer, God which is neither degraded by the fear of I care not what becomes of myself; I can bear tainly his historical ones: he evidently com- punishment, nor animated by the hope of re- any thing, provided Walter be spared. I could mences no work till he has thoroughly ex-ward. Now, methinks if I had a very roman-even resign him for ever yes, cheerfully, amined his ground, and made himself master tic hermitage, and a smart young hermit to madam, wil.' A rising sob, which she in of all its details; in all his allusions to, or chat with after my fits of quietism were over, vain endeavoured to suppress, prevented the descriptions of, the manners, customs, and I should not object now and then to indulge in completion of the sentence, while the tear that events of the time, he is strikingly correct; a holy abstraction from the world, to turn my started to her eye refuted the assertion she was and we have now to notice one great improve- thoughts inwards, and to sit, as it were, in the about to make. Tut, wench! I did but joke,' ment, he has been much more sparing of his solemn, solitary temple of my own heart, mus- said the countess, taking her companion's hand, antiquarian lore; and peculiarities of style ing ineffable reveries à la Guyon. But posi- and affectionately pressing it. A pest, how. and dress are chiefly introduced as they illus- tively I must have the smart young hermit.' ever, upon the mistimed pleasantry that could trate necessarily the period and characters. Nay, now you are rattling and talking like thus trifle with your feelings! Kate Sedley Though Mr. Smith is not the founder of his a giddy madcap as you are, for nobody was may be accused of levity, of folly, of misconschool, he is, at least, one of its best followers; ever half so free from flirting or gallantry: you duct, but heartless I am not; and may I perish originality he does not possess; he would are a very turtle-dove towards the king. At if I would not thrust this right hand into the never of himself have raised the historical novel times, indeed, you have been too careless of fire, and burn it to a coal, like Cranmer's, to its present distinction: but he writes very appearances, too indifferent, in the conscious-rather than interfere between you and the obpleasantly, and communicates much informa-ness of your innocence, as to what people might ject of your affection.'

tion in too popular a manner not to secure say. There you must confess that blunt Mor- "I promise that I will set in motion all the many readers. We prefer Walter Colyton to lay has proved herself your friend, for I have influence and interest I possess; that I will exert many of its predecessors; the story is inte- always warned you to be scrupulously obser- every faculty of my soul; that I will importune resting, and the dénouement very unexpected; vant of decorum, always told you that Cæsar's the king without ceasing, until I obtain a reand that, at least, we will take care not to spoil. wife ought to be not only virtuous, but even mission of Captain Colyton's sentence.' Hetty's Among the personages introduced is the cele- free from suspicion.' I am not Cæsar's wife, vehement emotions could now no longer be brated Catherine Sedley, countess of Dor- however, but his mistress.' Tush! is it not repressed. Throwing herself at the countess's chester, favourite of James II., in whose reign exactly the same thing? A king's wife is his feet, and pressing to her heart the hand which the scene is laid: we shall extract a portion in state mistress, and his mistress is his private she still held, she passionately exclaimed, ‹ A which she figures. wife.' Eh va via, non mi romper la testa! thousand, thousand thanks, best and most Walter, the hero, has been condemned to Prithee no more of this.' * generous of women! you have saved, me from death by a court-martial for striking his su- "A servant entering, announced that a despair; you have attached me to you for ever; perior officer, though under circumstances of stranger was below, who declined giving his and if the most fervent gratitude, if my readigreat provocation. Seagrave has been prin- name; but had desired him to state that he ness to lay down my life in your service, could

*

be deemed a fitting return for your condescen- was luckily thrown in, and the moment was many of the then English courtiers, and adsion and goodness She broke off altogether propitious to Hetty's suit; for re- dresses William III.

have no right therefore to complain when the people turned the stream of corruption, and entered into conspiracies against themselves. It will be for your majesty to commence a moral revolution, still more glorious than the political one you have achieved, by making the court a school of religion, morality, and decorum; and thus gradually reforming the people by the same high example that has so thoroughly corrupted them."

abruptly; for the door of the apartment sud- cent events, in spite of James's infatuation, "I can easily believe that this covetousness denly opened, and a person entered, whom, had begun to force open his eyes to the perfi- and inconsistency on the one side, coupled with from the portraits she had seen, she imme- dious proceedings of his minister. By the the insight which your majesty must have diately recognised to be the king. Hah!' arrival of Skelton, the ambassador in Holland, obtained into the clamorous protestations of exclaimed the monarch, starting back, and it was found that the various letters he had universal loyalty that preceded the general snatching at the pommel of his sword, while officially written, positively announcing the defection from the late king, may have lowhis whole face whitened with rage, even to the destination of the prince's armament, had been ered our nation in your eyes; nor can I deny, lips, treachery here, too! Nothing but all suppressed, and carefully kept from the that the revolution, however glorious to your treachery on all sides! It is well, madam, king's knowledge. Other revelations had filled majesty, however blessed in its results, may be it is well; but I could have been better the royal mind with grave misgivings as to hereafter deemed dishonourable to the people pleased had your audacious paramour been a the honesty of the man upon whom he had of England in the mode of its achievement. king, and worthy of my sword. Traitor as lavished his favour and confidence; and as But the Stuarts are only the victims of the the villain is, I cannot draw against a subject.' instances of ingratitude and perfidy multiplied general corruption they themselves effected. Releasing the hilt of his weapon, he paused for around him, he was the better pleased to find At the time of the restoration, high-minded a moment, in apparent irresolution whether to that his suspicions of the countess's fidelity Puritans of the Hutchinson and Ludlow stamp retire from the apartment or await an ex- were unfounded. Who is this Captain Coly- were still living, men who might have strengthplanation; while Hetty arose from her kneeling ton?' he inquired, speaking in a still more ened the public mind by imparting to it posture, and stood with averted face and eyes gracious mood than he had hitherto used. their own morality and strict religious tone; fixed upon the floor, overcome with awe, sur- The same,' replied the countess, whom even as the Goths, when they intermingled prise, and confusion. 'It were well for your Sunderland, that he might the better inveigle with the degenerate people of Italy, corromajesty if you had no worse treasons to fear and insnare him, presented at a late drawing- borated their bodily strength. But in the than this,' said the countess, whose petulance room, when your majesty condescended to con- reign of Charles the Second, drunkenness, irwas instantly piqued by any thing like a taunt, verse with him, and led him to expect that you religion, immorality, and corruption, became especially when she knew it to be unmerited: would serve him, should occasion offer. Your tests of loyalty; and the people at large soon Oh! what a precious discovery have you majesty's promises have ever been held sacred learned to imitate, though they could not made, and how eager do you seem to become and inviolable,-an honourable fact which not surpass, the gross depravity of the court. your own Acteon! Send for Sir Godfrey, even your bitterest enemies can deny.' 'I Charles and his successor were both pensioners that he may paint us as we stand your made no promise: even if I had, it would have of France; both secretly leagued with a foreign majesty pale with anger yonder detected been abrogated by misconduct in the party. despot against their subjects; and they can gallant twiddling his sword-knot after a most This is a grave, almost an irremissible offence; sheepish and lackadaisical fashion and Kate at the present moment it is peculiarly necessary Sedley looking as saucy as if she had committed to enforce a strict observance of discipline in no offence. Pardon my impertinence, but were the army.' It is still more necessary not to it not well that you should rub your eyes, and alienate that army and extend disaffection by exclaim with the jealous-pated man in the play, sacrificing a gentleman of whom they may well 'Hum! ha! is this a vision? is this a dream? be proud, to such a low and worthless character do I sleep? Awake, awake! Master Ford; I as Lord Sunderland's creature, whom they canwill now take the gallant; he is at my house; not but view as a disgrace to their profession. he cannot escape me- 'tis impossible he Clemency,' continued the countess, who knew should; he cannot creep into a halfpenny that the king, like other men, loved to be purse, nor into a pepper-box; but lest the most highly lauded for those virtues in which devil that guides him should aid him, I will he was most deficient, clemency is not only search impossible places.' Basta! enough of your majesty's noblest prerogative, but the one this; I will myself search for your majesty's which you have ever shewn to be the dearest rival beneath this disguising periwig!' Turn- to your heart. In Monmouth's infamous affair, ing Hetty suddenly round towards the king, did you not pardon thousands who had forfeited she twitched off her wig, and resumed, as her both life and estate? My Lord Brandon, Lord luxuriant locks fell about her shoulders, Stamford, Mr. Hampden, and many others, There, sir, you may see by these modest blushes, and by the palpitation of her bosom, threatening to break the buttons of her vest, that the Imogine who was kneeling at my feet, is, in spite of her alarming garb, a poor, timid, harmless maiden!' I understand not this mummery; who is she? what is she?" in- I do not remember to have seen the report quired James, still speaking sternly, though of this court-martial. Has that too been suphis ordinary complexion had returned, and his pressed, like Skelton's letters ? This active countenance was now not more saturnine than and undaunted girl, who travels faster than usual. Speak for yourself,' said the countess most of the royal couriers, has outstripped its to Hetty; you implored me to present you to arrival. She left Somersetshire as soon as it the king; there is his majesty, tell your own was agreed upon, travelled incessantly both day story. Believing that the fate of her beloved and night, and has hardly been an hour in Walter might depend upon her conduct and London.' 'It will probably, then, be laid self-possession at the present moment, Hetty before me to-morrow.' After pausing for a summoned all her energies to her aid, threw few seconds, as if considering how he should herself at the feet of the sovereign, stated in word his promise, the king, addressing hima hurried manner the cause and the nature self to Hetty, continued-And if there be no of Walter's offence, with the sentence it had more aggravating circumstances in the case drawn down upon him, and in a passionate than those you have mentioned, the capital appeal, such only as a loving woman could part of the punishment shall be remitted.' pronounce, implored a remission of the fatal There! do you hear?' cried the countess decree. Your majesty now perceives,' said to Hetty- you may retire. Say no more— the countess, that there is nothing more do no more- the word has gone forth from criminal in the whole affair, no more important the mouth of one who never yet violated a discovery to be made, than that a very small promise.'

after being convicted of high treason, have re-
ceived their lives at your hand; and will your
majesty, who can thus generously forgive trai-
tors, rebels, and enemies, suffer a brave and
loyal soldier to be shot, because in a hasty mo-
ment he struck a bully of Lord Sunderland's ?'

fraction of my Lord Sunderland's private-life The following passage has so much historical treacheries has come to light; his public trea-truth, that we must give it place. Forrester sons remain yet to be developed! This speech is speaking of the time-serving character of too

We must apply to some part of this work a censure we have used towards another in a different place of this Gazette ; viz. the introduction of so much of the Somersetshire dialect: it seems to us strangely bad taste in a writer, whose object we suppose is to interest a refined class, to devote pages to recording the vulgar corruptions of their native tongue in use among boors. If these provincial imitations continue, novels and dictionaries must go together; and, moreover, we doubt the policy of an author throwing a stumbling-block in the way of that large body of readers who seek but amusement.

The Doom of Devorgoil, à Melo-drama: and
Auchindrane; or, the Ayrshire Tragedy.
By Sir Walter Scott. Bart. 8vo. pp. 337.
Edinburgh, Cadell and Co.: London, Simp-
kin and Marshall.

HAVING, we believe, with the exception of the
publishers' duplicate, the only copy of this
volume which has found its way to London,
we seize a hurried hour (for it reached us
late) to bring the performance before our
readers. And we regret this haste the less,
because it would have been an idle waste of
time to attempt elaborate criticism on a new
work from the pen of Sir Walter Scott; though
its dramatic form, and the nature of the two
traditions which it embodies, might entitle it
to some observations beyond those of a mere
cursory report. But be that as it may here-
after, we are, for the present, limited to the
pleasant duty of making a cento of the beauties
that have struck us most; and adorning this
No. with the earliest blossoms we have been
able to collect into a nosegay, from the dark
wreaths of Devorgoil and Auchindrane.
The first, though entitled a melo-drama, Sir

Walter tells us he ought to have called an extra-
vaganza, had he been previously acquainted
with that appellation for a drama, as sanctioned
by the high authority of his Majesty's Licen-
ser, Mr. Colman the younger. It was written
for poor Terry at the Adelphi; but being
thought unfit in some of its machinery for
actual representation on the stage, was reserved"
for publication, and is now submitted to the
literary world.

The tradition on which it is founded belongs to the shire of Galloway, though other parts of Scotland record similar tales, of a noble house with a doom or curse hanging over it for some ancient deed of blood, and fast approaching, by awful and mysterious steps, to completion.

Into this intricacy we abstain from entering, as we have no chance of threading even so simple a labyrinth, and fulfilling the declared intention of this sketch. We shall merely say, that Leonard is the lover-hero, and is thus bespoke by Durward, an aged man, on the subject of love, which is, after all, a theme neither understood by young nor old, if we may judge by the opposite theories, and by the changes it is continually causing in the mind.

"Leonard, thou lovest; and in that little word There lies enough to claim the sympathy Of men who wear such hoary locks as mine, And know what misplaced love is sure to end in." On the same subject we have two maidens, Flora and Katleen, and a wife, Eleanor, conversing, as follows :—

"Eleanor.-O mayst thou never know the spited

feelings

That gender discord in adversity

Betwixt the dearest friends and truest lovers!
In the chill damping gale of poverty,

If Love's lamp go not out, it gleams but palely,
And twinkles in the socket.

Flora.-But tenderness can screen it with her veil,
Till it revive again. By gentleness, good mother,
How oft I've seen you soothe my father's mood!
Katleen. Now there speak youthful hope and fan-
tasy!

[Aside.

Eleanor. That is an easier task in youth than age:
Our temper hardens, and our charms decay,
And both are needed in that art of soothing.

Katleen. And there speaks sad experience. [Aside."
Eleanor says elsewhere, finely, in one line,

"I have learn'd carelessness from fruitless care:" and the dialogue continues:

"Too long I've watch'd to-morrow; let it come
And cater for itself. Thou hear'st the thunder.
[Low and distant thunder.
This is a gloomy night; within, alas!

[Looking at her husband,
Still gloomier and more threatening: let us use
Whatever means we have to drive it o'er,
And leave to Heaven to-morrow. Trust me, Flora,
"Tis the philosophy of desperate want

To match itself but with the present evil,

And face one grief at once.

Away, I wish thine aid, and not thy counsel."

Of the desolate hall where this is said, and where

"stern Erick's harness hangs untouch'd,' Since his last fatal raid on Cumberland!"

the subjoined is an animated description:
"Oswald.-Ay, waste, and want, and recklessness-a
comrade

Still yoked with waste and want-have stripp'd these

walls

Of every other trophy. Antler'd skulls,

Whose branches vouch'd the tales old vassals told

Of desperate chases-partisans and spears

Knights' barred helms and shields-the shafts and bows,
Axes and breastplates, of the hardy yeomanry--
The banners of the vanquish'd--signs these arms
Were not assumed in vain, have disappear'd.
Yes, one by one they all have disappeared;
And now Lord Erick's harness hangs alone,
Midst implements of vulgar husbandry
And mean economy; as some old warrior,
Whom want hath made an inmate of an alms-house,
Shews 'mid the beggar'd spendthrifts, base mechanics,
And bankrupt pedlars, with whom fate has mix'd him.
Durward. Or rather like a pirate, whom the prison-
house,

Prime leveller, next the grave, hath for the first time
Mingled with peaceful captives, low in fortunes,
But fair in innocence.

Oswald (looking at Durward with surprise).

Friend, thou art bitter!

I will not trench on the immunities
I soon may claim to share."

Thus depressed, the baron speaks of the wine
which he quaffs at his last feast:

Fill round, my friends--here is a treacherous friend now
Smiles in your face, yet seeks to steal the jewel
Which is distinction between man and brute-
I mean our reason-this he does, and smiles.
But are not all friends treacherous?-one shall cross you
Even in your dearest interests-one shall slander you—
This steal your daughter, that defraud your purse;
But this gay flask of Bordeaux will but borrow
Your sense of mortal sorrows for a season,
And leave, instead, a gay delirium.
Methinks my brain, unused to such gay visitants,
The influence feels already!-we will revel!
Our banquet shall be loud!-it is our last."

He then reminds his guests of his past ex-:
ploits in arms, when he fought with Claver'se.
He exclaims:

"It was I rode next him,

'Tis thirty summers since, rode by his rein;
We marched on through the alarmed city,
As sweeps the osprey through a flock of gulls,
Who scream and flutter, but dare no resistance
Against the bold sea-empress: they did murmur,
The crowds before us, in their suflen wrath,
And those whom we had pass'd, gathering fresh courage,
Cried havoc in the rear-we minded them

E'en as the brave bark minds the bursting billows,
Which, yielding to her bows, burst on her sides,
And ripple in her wake."

But we will close these snatches of quota-
tion, picked from Devorgoil, with another only.
The energetic expression of Leonard, when
asked, "What dost thou here?"—(he has
I caught Flora in his arms, on the approach of
danger, and answers)—

"The duty of a manSupporting innocence. Were it the final call, I were not misemploy'd."

This drama is also interspersed with songs, which are more readily transplanted into our Gazette garden.

The weapon-shaw.

"We love the shrill trumpet, we love the drum's rattle;
They call us to sport, and they call us to battle;
And old Scotland shall laugh at the threats of a stranger,
While our comrades in pastime are comrades in danger.
If there's mirth in our house, 'tis our neighbour that
shares it-

If peril approach, 'tis our neighbour that dares it;
And when we lead off to the pipe and the tabor,
The fair hand we press is the hand of a neighbour.
Then close your ranks, comrades, the bands that com-
bine them,
[them;

Faith, friendship, and brotherhood, join'd to entwine
And we'll laugh at the threats of each insolent stranger,
While our comrades in sport are our comrades in
danger."

The love-song of the victor to his mistress.
"Admire not that I gain'd the prize

From all the village crew;
How could I fail with hand or eyes,
When heart and faith were true?

And when in floods of resy wine
My comrades drown'd their cares,

I thought but that thy heart was mine,
My own leapt light as theirs.

My brief delay then do not blame,
Nor deem your swain untrue;
My form but linger'd at the game,
My soul was still with you."

In adversity.

"When the tempest's at the loudest,
On its gale the eagle rides;
When the ocean rolls the proudest,
Through the foam the sea-bird glides-
All the rage of wind and sea
Is subdued by constancy.
Gnawing want and sickness pining,
All the ills that men endure;
Each their various pangs combining,
Constancy can find a cure-
Pain, and Fear, and Poverty,
Are subdued by constancy.
Bar me from each wonted pleasure,

Make me abject, mean, and poor;
Heap on insults without measure,
Chain me to a dungeon floor-
I'll be happy, rich, and free,
If endow'd with constancy."

The cure.

"When friends are met o'er merry cheer,

And lovely eyes are laughing near,
And in the goblet's bosom clear

The cares of day are drown'd;

When puns are made, and bumpers quaff'd,
And wild Wit shoots his roving shaft,
And Mirth his jovial laugh has laugh'd,
Then is our banquet crown'd,
Ah gay,

Then is our banquet crown'd.
When glees are sung, and catches troll'd,
And bashfulness grows bright and bold,
And beauty is no longer cold,

And age no longer dull;

When chimes are brief, and cocks do crow,
To tell us it is time to go,

Yet how to part we do not know,
Then is our feast at full,
Ah gay,

Then is our feast at full."

We are tempted to add all the lyrical portion
of a duetto between the merry maiden Katleen
and her sweetheart, who disguise themselves as
Owlspiegle and Cockledemoy (two traditionary
goblins), in order to torment Gullcrammer, a
foolish and pedantic pretender to Flora.
"Owlspiegle. Cockledemoy!

My boy, my boy-
Cockledemoy. Here, father, here.
Owlspiegle. Now the pole-star's red and burning,
And the witch's spindle turning,
Appear, appear!

Gullerammer (who has raised himself, and listened with
great terror to the Duet).

I have heard of the devil's dam before,
But never of his child. Now, Heaven deliver me!
The Papists have the better of us there,-
They have their Latin prayers, cut and dried,
And pat for such occasion-I can think
On nought but the vernacular.
Owlspiegle. Cockledemoy!
My boy, my boy,

We'll sport us here

Cockledemoy. Our gambols play,

Owlspiegle.

Like elve and fay;

And domineer,
Both.

Laugh, frolic, and frisk, till the morning appear.
Cockledemoy. Lift latch-open clasp-

Shoot bolt-and burst hasp!

My boy, my boy,

What wilt thou do that can give thee joy?
With a needle for a sword, and a thimble for a hat,
Wilt thou fight a traverse with the castle cat?
Cockledemoy. Oh no! she has claws, and I like not that.
Gullerammer. I see the devil is a doating father,
And spoils his children, 'tis the surest way
To make cursed imps of them. They see me not-
What will they think on next? It must be owned
They have a dainty choice of occupations.

Owlspiegle. Cock ledemoy!

My boy, my boy,

What shall we do that can give thee joy?
Shall we go seek for a cuckoo's nest?
Cockledemoy. That's best, that's best!

Both. About, about,

Like an elvish scout,

The cuckoo's a gull, and we'll soon find him out.
[They search the room with mops and mors.
At length
Cockledemoy jumps on the bed. Gullcrammer raises
himself half up, supporting himself by his hands.
Cockledemoy does the same, and grins at him; then
skips from the bed, and runs to Owlspiegle.]

Cockledemoy. I've found the nest,
And in it a guest,

With a sable cloak and a taffeta vest;

He must be washed, and trimmed, and drest.

To please the eyes he loves the best.

Owlspiegle. That's best, that's best!

Both. He must be shaved, and trimmed, and drest,

To please the eyes he loves the best.

[They arrange shaving things on the table, and sing as they

prepare them.]
Both.

Know that all of the humbug, the bite, and the buzz,
Of the make-believe world becomes forfeit to us.

Owlspiegle (sharpening his razor).

The sword this is made of was lost in a fray
By a fop, who first bullied and then ran away;

Quentin. Seest thou, my friend, yon brook dance tould them as much.

The next is also worth quoting as a speci-collar; did ever any honest pair of jintlemen men:

and atrocities of ruthless barons, the superstitions regard- We wonder what sort of Gazettes there were in those
ing witchcraft, and the cruel murders of the deluded or
accused practisers of the black art, and many other
strange matters, fill these extraordinary pages. Ed. L. G.

boots upon his hind legs. He didn't go in, but waited on the outside till Jack came out. They then set off, but no one knows how far they travelled, till they reached the dark jintleman's castle, who appeared very glad to see Jack, and gave him a hearty welcome.'

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that may say that,' replies Jack; but it's my- the stable, but consuming to the hand's turn self that's willing to have my head hung up any he did, knowing it would be only useless; for, day, just for one sight of you, you darling.' instead of clearing it out, he'd be only filling Where did you come from?' asked the lady, it. with another smile that bate the first all to was very sad and sorrowful, as how could he be It was now near dinner-time, and Jack His adventures here are most marvellous and answered Jack; 'why, death-alive! did you minded ould chap to dale with? when up comes nothing. 'Where did I come from, is it?' otherwise, poor fellow, with such a bloodyamusing; but we can only extract a few traits never hear of ould Ireland, my jewel ?-hem- the darling of the world again, to call him to of his Irish gallantry, which is his final salva- I mane, plase your ladyship's honour.' tion from the troubles that encompass him. "The next day, in consequence of his long by the honour of an Irishman,' says Jack, that tossed about by the motion of the walk- how she answered, where is that country? Och, white arms so beautiful, and her dark clusters No,' his dinner. Well, Jack,' says she, with her journey, he was ax'd to do nothing; but in the takes the shine! coorse of the evening the dark chap brought the Imerald Isle-the Jim of the ocean, where I coming on, is it? Och, thin,' says Jack, not heard of green Erin- are you coming on at your task?' him into a long frightful room, where there all the men are brave and honourable, and all giving a good-humoured smile through the How am were three hundred and sixty-five hooks stick- the women-hem-I mane the ladies-chaste frown that was on his face, plase your ladying out of the wall, and on every hook but one and beautiful?' a man's head. When Jack saw this agreeable but if I stay longer I may get you blame : come I've still the same story to tell, and off goes my 'No,' said she, not a word; a cushla ma chree-it's all over with me; for sight, his dinner began to quake within him; in to your breakfast, and I am sorry to find that head, as sure as it's on my shoulders, this but he felt himself still worse, when his master you have done so little at your task. Your blessed night.' pointed to the empty hook, saying, Now, master's a man that always acts up to what he says she, for there are worse heads on worse Jack, your business to-morrow is to clane out threatens; and, if you have not this stable shoulders; but will you give me the shovel?' That would be a pity, Jack,' a stable that wasn't claned for the last seven cleared out before dusk, your head will be taken Will I give you the shovel, is it? Och, thin, years; and if you don't have it finished before off your shoulders this night.' Why, then,' wouldn't I be a right big baste to do the likes dusk, do you see that hook?' 'Ye-yes,' says Jack, my beautiful darl-plase your ho- of that, any how?' says Jack; what! avourreplied Jack, hardly able to spake. Well, if nour's ladyship-if he hangs it up, will you neen dheelish! to stand up with myself, and let you don't have it finished before dusk, your do me the favour, a cushla ma chree, to turn my this hard shovel into them beautiful, soft, white head will be hanging on that hook as soon as head toardst that same panel where I saw a hands of your own! Faith, my jewel! if you the sun sets. Very well, your honour,' re- sartin fair face that I wont mintion; and if you knew but all, my mother's son's not the man plied Jack, scarcely knowing what he said, or do, may I never-’ he wouldn't have said Very well' to such a chree?' inquired the lady, as she turned to go away. like you take the shovel out of his hand, and 'What means cushla ma to do such a disgraceful turn, as to let a lady bloody-minded intention, any how;- Very It manes that you're the pulse of my heart, he standing with his mouth under his nose, well,' says he, 'I'll do my best, and all the avourneen, plase your ladyship's reverence,' looking at you-not myself, avourneen! we world knows that the best can do no more.' says Jack. Whilst this discoorse was passing betune them, any time you speak to me in future, I would country?' Well,' said the lovely crathur, have no such unginteel manners as that in our Jack happened to look to the upper end of the rather you would omit terms of honour, and pleased in her heart at what Jack said, for all room, and there he saw one of the beautifullest just call me after the manner of your own she didn't purtend it--' give me the shovel, Take my advice, Jack,' says she, faces that ever was seen on a woman, looking country; instead, for instance, of calling me and depend upon it, I'll do more in a short at him through a little panel that was in the your ladyship, I would be better pleased if you time to clear the stable, than you would for wall. She had a white, snowy forehead,such called me cushla-somethingeyes, and cheeks, and teeth, that there's no chree, ma vourneen--the pulse of my heart-my heart to refuse you; but, for all that, may coming up to them; and the clusters of dark my darling,' said Jack, constherin it (the thief) I never see yesterday, if a taste of it will go Cushla ma years.' Why, then, avourneen! it goes to hair that hung about her beautiful temples for her, for fraid she wouldn't know it well into your purty white fingers,' says the thief, by the laws, I'm afeard of falling in love with enough. her myself, so I'll say no more about her, only well, as I can pronounce it, a cushla ma chree, may go off, any day, and welcome; but death 'Yes,' she replied, cushla ma chree; praising her to her face all the time- my head that she would charm the heart of a miser. At will you come in to your breakfast?" said the before dishonour. Say no more, darling; but any rate, in spite of all the ould fellow could darling, giving Jack a smile, that would be tell your father I'll be in to my dinner immesay-heads, and hooks, and all, Jack couldn't enough, any day, to do up the heart of an diently.' Notwithstanding all this, by jingo, help throwing an eye, now and then, to the Irishman. Jack, accordingly, went after her, the lady would not be put off; like a ra-al panel; and, to tell the truth, if he had been thinking of nothing except herself; but on woman, she'd have her way; so on telling born to riches and honour, it would be hard to going in he could see no sign of her, so he sat Jack that she didn't intend to work with the fellow him for a good face and a good figure. down to his breakfast, though a single ounce shovel, at all, at all, but only to take it for a 'Now, Jack,' says his master, 6 your supper, and I hope you'll be able to per- thinking of her. Well, he went again to his her, when she struck it three times on the go and get the poor fellow couldn't ate, at that bout, for minute in her hand, at long last he gave it to form your task; if not, off goes your head.' work, and thought he'd have better luck; but threshel of the door, and, giving it back into Very well, your honour,' says Jack, again it was still the ould game-three shovelfuls his hand, tould him to try what he could do. scratching it in the hoith of perplexity; I would come in for every one he'd throw out; and Well, sure enough, now there was a change; must only do what I can.' The next morning now he began, in earnest, to feel something about for, instead of three shovelfuls coming in, as Jack was up with the sun, if not before him, his heart that he didn't like, bekase he couldn't, before, when he threw one out, there went and hard at his task; but before breakfast-time for the life of him, help thinking of the three nine more along with it. Jack, in coorse, he lost all heart, and little wonder he should, hundred and sixty-four heads and the empty hook. couldn't do less than thank the lovely crathur poor fellow, bekase for every one shovelful At last he gave up the work entirely, and took it for her assistance; but when he raised his he'd throw out, there would come three more into his head to make himself scarce from about head to speak to her, she was gone. I needn't in: so that, instead of making his task less, the ould fellow's castle, altogether; and, without say, howsomever, that he went into his dinner according as he got on, it became greater. more to do, he sets off, never saying as much with a light heart; and when the ould fellow He was now in the greatest dilemmy, and as good bye' to his master: but he hadn't got axed him how he was coming on, Jack tould didn't know how to manage; so he was as far as the lower end of the yard, when his him that he was doing gloriously. Rememdriven, at last, to such an amplush, that he ould friend, the dog, steps out of a kennel, and ber the empty hook, Jack,' said he. had no other shift for employment, only to sing meets him full butt in the teeth. Paddeen O'Rafferty, out of mere vexation, and says he, 'you're going to give us leg bail, I finish my task, you may bob my head off any dance the hornpipe trebling step to it, cracking see; but walk back with yourself, you spal-time.' Jack now went out, and was a short So, Jack,' fear, your honour,' answered Jack; 'if I don't his fingers, half mad, through the stable. Just peen, this minnit, and join your work, or if time getting through his job, for before the sun in the middle of his tantrum, who comes to the you don't,' says he, it'ill be worse for your set it was finished; and he came into door to call him in to his breakfast, but the health. I'm not so much your enemy now as kitchen, ate his supper, and, sitting down bebeautiful crathur he saw the evening before I was, bekase you have a friend in coort that fore the fire, sung Love among the roses,' and peeping at him through the panel. At this you know nothing about; so just do whatever the Black joke,' to vex the ould fellow." the minnit, Jack had so hated himself by the dan-you are bid, and keep never minding.' Jack cing, that his handsome face was in a fine glow, went back with a heavy heart, as you may be imagination of our readers, which we fancy entirely. I think,' said she to Jack, with one sure, knowing that, whenever the black cur will hardly let them rest till they get hold of What the other trials were, we leave to the of her own sweet smiles, that this is an odd way began to blarney him, there was no good to these stories, and gratify their laudable curiof performing your task.'Och, thin, 'tis you come in his way. He accordingly went into losity. 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