SUSANNA BLAMIRE was born at Cardew Hall, | sister removed to the same home. The "purple near Carlisle, January 12, 1747. In early child-light of love" appears to have gleamed only to hood she lost her mother, and was brought up by her aunt Mrs. Simpson of Thackwood, a substantial manor farmhouse still standing in | "canny auld Cumberland;" and on their father's second marriage Susanna's two brothers and a die out on the pathway of the young poetess. While visiting at Chillingham, the seat of the Earl of Tankerville, his heir, young Lord Ossulston, fell in love with Susanna; but though the Blamires had an excellent pedigree, and Susanna was made a pet of by the earl, she was not deemed a fitting mate for the young nobleman, and the Muse passed on to the end in maiden meditation, but by no means fancy free; and ready to say with Lady Baillie "Were na my heart licht I wad dee." | according to her biographer, "a graceful form, somewhat above the middle size, and a countenance though slightly marked with the smallpox-beaming with good nature; her dark eyes sparkled with animation, and won every heart at the first introduction. She was called To this episode of her career belongs Miss Bla- by her affectionate countrymen 'a bonnie and mire's justly admired composition— "What ails this heart o' mine?" In 1767 Susanna's eldest sister Sarah was married to Colonel Graham of Duchray and Ardoch, on Loch Ard, in a district of the highlands of Stirling and Perth only second to the Trossachs for mingled wildness and softness of scenery. Miss Blamire spent a considerable portion of her time at her sister's residence in Scotland, where she imbibed that love for Scottish song which prompted her beautiful lyrics. Col. Graham died childless, after a happy married life of six years, when the sisters returned to England, residing in summer at Thackwood and spending their winters in Carlisle, where Susanna died April 5, 1794, at the age of forty-seven. varra lish young lass,' which may be interpreted as meaning a beautiful and very lively young girl. Her affability and total freedom from affectation put to flight that reserve which her presence was apt to create in the minds of her humbler associates; for they quickly saw that she really wished them happiness, and aided in promoting it by every effort in her power. She freely mingled in their social parties, called merry neets in Cumberland; and by her graceful figure, elegant dancing, and kindhearted gaiety, gave a zest to the entertainments, which without her presence would have been wanting." Miss Blamire's productions consist of a variety of pieces in English, a large number of Scottish songs, some lyrics in the Cumbrian dialect, and a descriptive poem of considerable length, entitled "Stocklewath, or the Cumbrian Village." None of them were printed in her lifetime with her name, as she shrank from publicity with the same modesty that characterized Lady Nairne, but most of them were circulated in manuscript among her intimate friends. "The Traveller's Return" and other songs of Miss Blamire possess all the idiomatic ease and grace of similar productions from the pens of those "to the manner born;" and are to be found in almost every collection of Scottish song. For this reason, although a native of another land, we have felt warranted in assigning her a place in this Work. Who Miss Blamire was, what part of Great Britain she belonged to, and whether she was living or dead, were questions which none or very few could answer, until the publication in 1842 of a volume, entitled "The Poetical Works of Miss Susanna Blamire, the Muse of Cumber-cheek, "As it might be looked upon as a bribe, land,' now for the first time collected by Henry Lonsdale, M.D.; with a Preface, Memoir, and Notes, by Patrick Maxwell." "She had," Jane Christian Blamire, a niece of the poetess, could handle a horse and read Horace. There was no woman like this beautiful creature for canvassing a constituency. Wiser than the Duchess of Devonshire, on a similar occasion, she said to a bewitched mortal who offered his vote for a kiss of her charming rosy we had better put off the kissing till the election is over, by my brother being returned for Cumberland." THE TRAVELLER'S RETURN. When silent time, wi' lightly foot, I sought again my native land, Wha kens gin the dear friends I left Or gin I e'er again shall taste The joys I left langsyne! The duke bade us conquer, an' show'd us the way, An' mony a braw chiel we laid low on that day; Still again would I venture this auld trunk o' mine, Could our generals but lead or we fight like langsyne. But garrison duty is a' we can do, Though our arms are worn weak, yet our hearts are still true, We care na for dangers by land or by sea, For time has turn'd coward, an' no you and me; And though at the change we should sadly repine, Youth winna return, nor the strength o' langsyne. When after our conquests, it joys me to mind How thy Janet caressed thee, and my Meg was kind; They follow'd our fortunes, though ever so hard, Nor cared we for plunder when sic our reward; Even now they're resolved baith their hames to resign, And will follow us yet, for the sake o' langsyne. BARLEY BROTH. If tempers were put up to seal, Our Jwohn's wad bear a deuced preyce; He vowed 'twas barley i' the broth, "Upon my word," says I, "it's reyce." "I mek nea faut," our Jwohnny says, "The broth is gude and varra neyce; I only say--it's barley broth." "You says what's wrang," says I, "it's reyce.” "Did ever mortal hear the like! As if I hadn't sense to tell! "And sae it mud if it was there, The deil a grain is i' the pot; But tow mun ayways threep yeu downI've drawn the deevil of a lot." "And what's the lot that I have drawn? Pervarsion is a woman's neam! Sae fares-t'e-weel, I'll serve the king, And never, never more come heam." Now Jenny frets frae morn to neet The Sunday cap's nae langer neyce, She aye puts barley i' the broth, And hates the varra name o' reyce. Thus tryfles vex and tryfles please, And tryfles mek the sum o' lyfe; I come, I come, my Jamie dear! She said, and soon a deadly pale JOHN LOGAN. BORN 1748 DIED 1788. JOHN LOGAN, the friend and classmate of | 1782 he published his poems, which were favMichael Bruce, was born at Soutra, in the ourably received, and soon reached a second parish of Fala, Mid-Lothian, in 1748. He was edition. In 1783 he produced the tragedy of the son of a small farmer, and like his college "Runnimede," which was afterwards performed contemporary was intended for the ministry. in the Edinburgh theatre. His parishioners Having received the rudiments of education were opposed to such an exercise of his talents, at the village school of Gosford, East-Lothian, and this opposition, coupled with alleged octo which his father had removed, he was sent casional excesses in his life, induced him to to the University of Edinburgh, and after com- resign his charge on receiving a moderate pleting his theological course he was, on the annuity out of the stipend. He then proceeded recommendation of Dr. Blair, engaged by Mr. to London, where he devoted himself entirely Sinclair of Ulbster as tutor to his eldest son, to literary pursuits, contributing to various afterwards Sir John Sinclair, author of the periodicals. In 1788 he published an able Code of Agriculture. He did not, however, pamphlet entitled "A Review of the Charges long retain this situation. In 1770 Logan | against Mr. Warren Hastings," which produced edited the poetical remains of his fellow-stu- an impression favourable to Hastings. Logan dent Michael Bruce, and some years later died, after a lingering illness, December 28, claimed as his own the celebrated "Ode to the 1788, in the fortieth year of his age. Cuckoo" and some other pieces which were introduced into the volume. Having been licensed to preach he greatly distinguished himself by his pulpit eloquence, and in 1773 was ordained minister of the parish of South Leith. Soon after he was appointed one of the General Assembly's committee for revising the psalmody of the Church, and composed several of the paraphrases in the collection now used in public worship. Among Logan's manuscripts were several unfinished tragedies, thirty lectures on Roman history, portions of a periodical work, and a collection of sermons from which two volumes were published by his executors, which have since passed through several editions. They are warm and passionate, full of piety and fervour; and must have been highly impressive when delivered in Logan's impassioned and eloquent style. One act in the literary In 1779 he delivered a course of lectures in life of Logan- his publication of the poems Edinburgh on the philosophy of history, the of Michael Bruce—cannot be justified. He left substance of which he afterwards published; out several pieces by Bruce, and, as he states and this was followed by one of his lectures on in his preface, "to make up a miscellany" the manners and government of Asia. He ac- poems by different authors were inserted. The quired so much reputation as a lecturer that, best of these he claimed, and afterwards pubon a vacancy occurring in the professorship of lished as his own. The friends of Bruce, inhistory in the University of Edinburgh, he | dignant at his conduct, have since endeavoured offered himself as a candidate, but was unsuc- to disprove Logan's claim to them, and concessful, Alexander Fraser Tytler (Lord Wood-siderable uncertainty hangs over the question. houselce) being appointed to the chair. In It is unfavourable to the case of Logan that |