My friend then, gravely opening his port-folio, selected two of his productions, which he gave me permission to publish, particularly as one of them had been most abruptly rejected by an eminent newspaper, and the other by a magazine of considerable reputation. The intended Magazine article ran as follows: THE HIGHLANDER. A sans culotte from Caledonia's wilds, Hard eggs, soft cheese, tobacco, salt, and oats, Down Grampian's sterile steeps young Sandy wound his way. Which lured such genius from the smoky cot, To mingle in the ranks of breeches'd men, And coin a name and family again! Where famed St. Andrew's turrets tower on high; Where learned doctors lecture, doze, and die; Where Knowledge sleeps, and Science seeks repose, And mouldering halls more mouldering heads disclose, Where Roman Virgil pipes in Celtic verse, And Grecian Homer sings to gods in Erse ; "Twas there that Sandy form'd his worldly creed, Brush'd gowns, swept book-shelves, learn'd to shave and read: From craft to craft his willing genius rose; When cash was scarce he wisely wrought for clothes, And thread-bare trophies, once the kirksmen's pride, Mickle by mickle swell'd his wallet's side. Well turn'd, well wash'd, the rags denied their age, The green-tinged eye, curl'd lip, and lowering brows, On looking over the residue, I found I could not with propriety continue the publication of this satire: were I to proceed five or six lines further, ill-natured people might possibly find a pretence for designation, and I should be very sorry to be considered as capable of becoming an instrument in so improper a procedure: I therefore returned the copy to my port-folio, and subsequently to the author, mentioning my reasons, and advising him to burn the rest. His reply to me was laconic- My Dear B***, qui caput ille facit. The other trifle is a mere jeu d'esprit, and cannot be disagreeable to any body, unless it may be taken amiss by some West-Indian proprietor, whose probable touchiness at the introduction of the word slavery, I do not feel called on to compassionate. EPIGRAM. Sir Sidney Smith and Miss Rumbold. Says Sidney" I'll put all white slavery down; But fair Rumbold replied-" I'll reverse my renown, If thus, lovely champion, that tongue and those eyes Go-fire off your glances, explode a few sighs, He may conquer the tyrant--you'll lead him in chains. I cannot conclude these memoranda without adding a few fragments from some unpublished and nearly unknown works, the production of Miss T-n, the amiable young lady to whom I have before introduced the reader, (see pages 39. 74, 75.) and who commenced versifying at the early age of fifteen. Her compositions are numerous, and comprise a variety of subjects and of styles, from the fugitive lyric to the pretending epic; but with a natural and becoming modesty, (though in her case, in my opinion, unnecessarily retained) she refuses to submit them to the ordeal of the public. THE BARD. Extracted from an unpublished Poem, called "BOADICEA." Amid those aged sons of song One seem'd to tower the rest among: Had somewhat marr'd his youthful prime; On the locks his brow that shaded; Howe'er it were, from that bright band Hath stamp'd the worth of years that sleep, And well secured the precious store;→ Floats high the patriot minstrel's song: The mildew of time steeps the laurel-bound wreath, The arm is unbraced and the nerves are unstrung And the laurels of Britain, droop'd, wither'd, and shrunk, Ye sons of the brave! is the bold spirit fled But too long it hath slept: for the hearts of the brave Be it yours to divulge the dark volume of fate; "Tis your country that calls; shall that cry be in vain? Like the lightning of heaven be your arms on the heath, Loud, loud ring your shields with the thunder of death: As the waves of your ocean rush down to the strife, And each stroke be for Britain,-for freedom and life! The bard has ceased: the lofty lay In long vibrations dies away, The bard upon each warrior gazed, To mark what thoughts his strain had raised. The eye that late flash'd high with mirth In alter'd cheer now sought the earth; The cheek that bright with joy had blush'd, Far other feeling now had flush'd. It might have seem'd throughout the hall, As though the spirit of the storm A moment-and what change was wrought In every look and every thought! Roused by the breath of life, they seem To start at once from their death-like dream; A sudden impulse, wild and strong, Agitates the moving throng And like the billows of the deep, When darkening tempests o'er it sweep, In every freeborn heart, that strain Concordant echoes roused again! THEATRICAL RECOLLECTIONS. The author's early visits to Crow Street Theatre-Interruptions of the University men-College pranks-Old Mr. Sheridan in "Cato" and in " Alexander the Great"-Curious scene introduced, by mistake, in the latter tragedy-Mr. Digges in the Ghost of Hamlet's father-Chorus of Cocks-The author's preference of comedy to tragedy-Remarks on Mr. Kean and the London moralists—Liston in “Paul Pry”-Old Sparkes-The Spanish débutante—Irish Johnstone-Modern comedy-The French stage. FROM my youth I was attached to theatrical representations, and have still a clear recollection of many of the eminent performers of my early days. My grandmother, with whom I resided for many years, had silver tickets of admission to Crow Street Theatre, whither I was very frequently sent. The play-houses in Dublin were then lighted with tallow candles, stuck into tin circles hanging from the middle of the stage, which were every now and then snuffed by some performer; and two soldiers, with fixed bayonets, always stood like statues on each side of the stage, close to the boxes, to keep the audience in order. The galleries were very noisy and very droll. The ladies and gentlemen in the boxes always went dressed out nearly as for court; the strictest etiquette and decorum were preserved in that circle; whilst the pit, as being full of critics and wise men, was particularly respected, except when the young gentlemen of the University occasionally forced themselves in, to revenge some insult, real or imagined, to a member of their body; on which occasions, all the ladies, well-dressed men, and peaceable people generally, decamped forthwith, and the young gentlemen as generally proceeded to beat or turn out the rest of the audience, and to break every thing that came within their reach. These exploits were by no means uncommon; and the number and rank of the young culprits were so great, that (coupled with the impossibility of selecting the guilty,) the college would have been nearly depopulated, and many of the great families in Ireland enraged beyond measure, had the students been expelled or even rusticated. I had the honour of being frequently present, and (as far as in mêlée,) giving a helping hand to our encounters both in the |