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from the pure stream of Helicon. THE BYSTANDER.
Sad, silent, and alone, I counted the No. VI.
weary moments as they passed,”
interrupted by no sound save the peIn love or in the gout? I have not been In either, Sir; but I am grieved to tell riodical grunting of Mrs M‘Naugh
ton, who, to be sure, sat up with me you I've had a serious illness. I have been all night, that is to say, bolt upright Three weeks confined to bed, two to the in an old-fashioned easy chair; the sofa,
well stuffed back and sides of which And five to water-gruel :
induced her mind to take its accus
tomed repose, notwithstanding the And a most uncommon effect these perpendicular position of her body. restrictions have had ; for behold ! on Still some minutes from one! I anx. this, the first day of my sortie from my iously gaze on the watch, marking chamber, I have burst forth al im- the slow progress of the index. And provvisto into a strain of poesy, as what is to happen at that hour? Why, sublime in sentiment, and not less I am to swallow some stuff that Mrs elevated in diction, than some of the M‘Naughton declares would“ pushen blank verse of the present day; which a horse;" but even this is an incident (I may remark pur parenthèse) looks that breaks the tedium of life. “Mrs as if good decent prose had become M‘Naughton? Janet ? deaf old fool ? ashamed of its irregular pace, and be- won't you get up and give me my meing suddenly seized, like other wor- dicine?"_“Lordsake! I never heard thy bourgeois, with the desire of sic a noise ; can ye no let a body sleep marching in ranks, had, all at once, in their bed !-ou, Sir, I beg your quitted its lounging and careless step, pardon, I forgot whar I wus; I thocht and left off flinging its arms and legs it was Betty deaving me about someabout in the old easy way, and then, thing: it'l be the medycin ye're wantwithout even thinking it necessary to en?” It is brought; I take a mouthdress itself in poetic uniform, had ful, but as quickly cause it to regura ranged itself in measured lines, minc gitate.
“ Woman! what are you ing its steps, and waddling on, with thinking of? This is laudanum you as self-confident an air as if Pope had have given me; I should soon have drilled it. It does not, by any means, slept my last long sleep had I swalcut so good a figure as our bons ci- lowed that."_“ Eh! sirs, is't the toyens do in a similar situation; the lowdenum? did ever ony body see the air poëtique is still more wanting in like o' that! I canna say but Dr the one, than the air militaire is in has muckle need o' a quarter o Mr the other.
M‘Kean; sic vritin! it's out o' the And now, having concluded this
poor o nature to read it." Meditatopening digression, I must account ing on this narrow escape from death, for my non-appearance last month. I again lay my head on the warm and Reader, hast thou ever had a fever? clammy pillow, which no kind hand Thou hast: then my apology is made. has shaken for me; and, in a few miArt thou an old bachelor? then wilt nutes, the nasal tones of my almost thou know and pity my sufferings. murdress come at measured intervals Art thou a married man ? then learn upon my ear. When one lies awake in to be thankful for the blessings thou bed, if he be neither a poet nor a lover, enjoyest. Art thou none of all these? he can do nothing but make moral Come, then, listen to the accumulat- reflections, and repeat wise saws, ed horrors of a bachelor's sick-room ; Man,” said I, “'is
and and let them teach thee to quit thy here a thousand similes obtruded solitary state before “ the evil days themselves. I remember reading an come, and the years draw nigh, in old epitaph in some churchyard, that which thou shalt say thou hast no gives the sense and substance of them pleasure in them.” Night thoughts may be vastly plea
Man is a vapour, sant to a poet, who lies measuring
Full of woes; feet, or stringing rhymes together;
He cuts a caper, but they are far otherwise to a poor
And down he goes. sick solitary, whose mixtures are not Sapphic and Adonian, nor his draughts “ Man,” continued I, after having
repeated the above elegant distich, ing; and many hours must yet elapse “man is the only animal who knows ere it is time to take the meagre breakthe right, and chooses the wrong; all fast Dr —allows me. “Ăn hour," others implicitly follow the dictates says some wise man, may,
be tediof instinct ; he, in many cases, acts ous, but it cannot be long," very sacontrary to the suggestions of reason. pient this ; and very little to the purSometimes he is led astray by pas- pose. Although four hours consist sion; sometimes indolence detains but of two hundred and forty minutes, him in the wrong path; sometimes yet to him who spends those four (here conscience pulled the check• hours in tracing maps and landscapes string) procrastination deters him in the wavy figures of moreen curfrom taking the right one. More taios, an employment which the inthan six months have elapsed since I creasing light renders less and less obtruded myself on the notice of the practicable, each minute seems five. public, with the avowed intention of At last nine o'clock comes, and with warning them against the dangers at- it ends Mrs M‘Naughton's slumbers, tendant on this last mentioned error, who takes usury for the time lent duand I have begun by giving an ex- ring the night. The long wished-for ample of the fault I meant to repro- breakfast, some indescribable slop, is bate. I have done with my oppor- at length brought; but ah ! like other tunities as we do with the gifts of for- earthly pleasures, I find it deceitful; tune, amused myself with the means, what was anticipated with anxiety, is and neglected the ends for which they now rejected with dislike. An imwere bestowed. Oh! I could tell measurable gulf lies between this them, from bitter experience, that Mr and dinner-time: fortunately a few Day's house was not a more bungled confused and broken slumbers occupy piece of workmanship, than is the life part of the time. I awake, and find of him who lives without plan. I myself sole tenant of the apartment. could call them to the bed-side of the No sound is heard save the ticking of old bachelor, and bid them behold the clock, which seems increased to what is the end thereof. The end of an unnatural loudness. Hark! the all this is indeed death; the death of stillness is broken by distant sound of feeling,—the death of interest. He mirth and laughter, proceeding from who sees growing around him the the servants' hall, The report, like heirs of his name, his virtues, and that of a gun in a lone valley, startles perhaps even of his foibles and pecu- the inhabitants of the upper regions. liarities, lives until he draws his last forth issues Mrs M'Naughton from breath ; but the solitary individual, an adjoining apartment, and perching unconnected by the tender tie of pa- at the head of the stairs, exerts her rent with any of the new inhabitants Stentorian voice. ( What an a noise of the worki, is dead long ere he ex- is that ye're makin, ye senseless haverpires; or, at least, wanders alone, a ells ? Is that a way to gang on, an shrivelled relique of the last genera- your maister lyin deein' here? for tion."
it's no my opinion he's ever to get Whilst I amuse myself with such muckle better.”_" Mrs reflections, old Time hobbles on, seem- maid wishes to speak with you,
Mrs ing to have left off entirely the use of M‘N:ughton.”. -“ Aweel, let her his wings. At length the expiring come to the stair-fit; I canna be lear, candle sinks into the socket; and ing my maister every ring that comes after a few ineffectual struggles to to the door."-" Mrs
says preserve its waning life, it dies; fit a pert English tongue,
« desires to emblem of the being it has lighted a know particularly how Mr Mlittle way on his passage to the tomb. is?"-"Gi’e my compliments to your The dawn of a new morning sends a mistress, my woman, and tell her he's feeble light through the shaded win- no ony better the day, but rather dow.
waur, I think."-Comfortable bulle Man has another day to swell the past,
tin for an invalid to overhear! And lead him near to little but his last.
Dinner-time comes. I feel rather
better to-day; and, for the first time, Butan August morning isalong morn. my appetite returns with keenness and
vigour: but Dr - still rigorousSee Edgeworth's Memoirs. ly prohibits the use of animal food.
What savour is that which assails my reader may judge for himself. I supe enraptured sense ? It is a smoking hot pose I must
now conclude, for not an beef-steak, which Mrs M‘Naughton object can I perceive from which I is bringing into the room." Now, may obtain a single idea or suggestion, Sir, just eat a bit o' that-it'l do ye No dandies--for they are all shooting muckle good.” '-" Don't come near grouse ; no misses for they are either me, woman, lest the temptation be dipping their precious persons in the stronger than I am able to resist."
briny wave, or yawning in the midst “ Hoot na-tak' a wee bit.”—“Be- of woods and wilds, and counting how gone !” said I, as she lifted the cover, many weeks have to pass ere January and cut off a tempting morsel. St comes again. Anthony's situation was a joke to What can my old school-fellow Tom mine ; but I was victorious, and the Mitchell be looking for so anxiously? enemy was forced to retreat, which This is the third time I have seen him she did in no very gentle mood, say- advance to the front of the steps leading, “Weel, tak' your ain way, and ing up to his door, and, after having dee, an' then we'll see wha has the looked this way and that, retire into warst o't."
the house with evident disappointAfter five tedious weeks, I am at ment. I remernber Tom well; he length able to remove to the drawing- and I were great friends during the room. With what joy did I this time we were under the despotic sway morning cross the threshold of my of Mr N
At fifteen we sepabed-room door! I entered the back rated; I went to Oxford, while he redrawing-room ; the sun shone bright- mained in Edinburgh. From that ly without, but every thing within time I heard no more of him, until he looked dull and cheerless. The room was about six-and-twenty, when we was in the most perfect order—not a met accidentally at the house of a mustray book to be seen lying on the ta- tual friend in Perthshire. He was ble; and my clumsy, but useful, then a tall, thin, pensive, young man, writing-desk was, in the absence of oppressed, I was told, with the two its master, most irreverently placed evils of “ poortith cauld and restless upon the ground. I had felt such joy love." Fully ten years after, I reat my escape from a sick-rooin, that I member having read his marriage in was in the humour to chide the fur- the newspapers; but whether it were miture for not congratulating me, or with the heroine of his Perthshire vishowing some demonstrations of joy sions, I am ignorant. About a year at my entrance. No; every thing re- since, he purchased the house opposite mained solemnly still, and silence to mine, and has now, I am told, by reigned around. Presently Kenneth patient industry, acquired a comfortentered with a parcel of letters, notes, able fortune. reviews, and magazines. The first “ I'm shure,” says Mrs M‘Naughwere on business, the second trades- ton, who has just brought me some men's bills; so I threw both aside soup, “it's a pleeshur to see Mr Mituntil a more convenient season. I cheil wi' his bairns, he's sae fond o’ looked at the books, turned over a few them a'. They're gawn awa a fine pages, but was in no humour to be ja’nt the day to the Hielands:—they pleased with any thing therein con- should hae been awa’ lang ago, but tained. Here, I found Hercules at the Maister John, the auldest ane, is distaff-there, folly and impertinence 'prentice to Cammel the vriter, an' he at their proper work; here, dignified, couldna' let him awa' ony shooner.”moral, and philosophical drawings— A hired landau has just driven up to there, þards emulating the style of the door, and there come Miss and Warren's Poet Laureat. At length I Papa to reconnoitre. Miss seems, by came to the Edinburgh Magazine, and her gestures, to be arguing the proespied the kind anxiety which my priety of having the top let down, friend the Editor expresses on my ac- which measure Papa seems to oppose, count. I resolved instantly to satisfy but not with an air altogether inexorhim ; and, hoping that the sight of able. Miss goes into the house, but George Street would inspire me, I de- speedily returns, reinforced by Mamsired that any desk might be carried ma, two little girls, and a little boy. into the front room. Of the inspiring Papa is now assailed on all sides, effects of a long, empty street, the Mamma lays her hand on his arm,
Miss continues her oratory, and approach what appeared at a distance the little girls pull the skirts of a verdant and gently sloping hill, we his coat, while the boy exerts his discover it to be a rugged and barren eloquence on the coachman.-Ah! mountain. I know what it is to tread the assailants have gained the victory; this dreary path alone,-to wind my Papa, who, I suspect, was playing the weary way through the sombre and lady; refusing in order to be entreat- flowerless region which lies between ed, is at length overcome, and the the summit and the brink of the delandau is opened. Each one now ap- clivity. I have almost reached the pears intent upon getting his own brink, and must soon descend into particular property, or that which he the dark valley of the shadow of thinks most necessary to take with death, without a friend to support my him, accommodated. Papa is lining tottering and feeble steps. the coach with great-coats, boat And when the last dread hour shall cloaks, and duffle-mantles ; Mamma arrive, that hour which brings terror is stuffing the pockets with innume- to the bravest and best, who, Oh! rable paper parcels; Miss is endeav- who will support my trembling frame? ouring to persuade her port-folio to What gentle arm will raise my droopstand upright at the back of the seat, ing head, to aid, if possible, the and little Master seems determined shortening respiration ? Who will to procure a comfortable settlement wipe from my forehead the cold dew, for his whip and whistle. Mrs Mit- sure presage of the approaching night? chell and the children seat themselves; And when my bewildered thoughts but the father still anxiously looks in know not where to turn, and darkness the direction of Hanover Street. Ah! comes over my soul, who will gently there comes the cause of the delay; whisper the last and the best consolaMr John, with breathless baste, turns tion? Who will tenderly remind me the corner; a few seconds more, and he of my sure and well-grounded hope is seated on the barouche-box. The fa- of soon finding myself in that happy ther then seats himself beside his wife, land where there is fulness of joy the door is shut, the carriage drives off'; and pleasure for evermore? No one. and a dead silence succeeds the last my breath will steal away unnoticed ; sound of the retreating wheels. and a stranger shall close these eyes.
Happy man! Yet how different Yet to suffer this last, this most bitwere our prospects when we entered ter pang, I trust I am resigned; but into life!' I was heir to an ample let him who is yet in the first fortune ; he, an orphan, depended on stage of his journey reinember, that an uncle, who had a large family of resignation is not happiness. his own to provide for. Which of us George Street, Sept. 2. is now the happier ? Alas! I dare not abide the comparison. He is the husband of an amiable wife, and the fa. ther of five beautiful and healthy children ; and what am I? A solita This book certainly sets out with ry wanderer ; waiting, sometimes im- a considerable air of originality:patiently, until the time of upy depar- The splendid dresses, the glittering ture shall come.
arms, fierce conflicts, and bold achieveWhen we set out on the journey of ments, of the days of Chivalry, have life, we may feel that we have no need been rendered familiar to us by this of a companion. The sun shines writer, as well as by his prototype, brightly; gay prospects and smiling who sung “ Arms and the men,” in fields are before us; and as far as the the ever-living Lay, and the last adeye can reach, all appears brilliant ventures of the ill-fated Falcon Knight. and cheering; while we exchange We are not entitled to assume that lively salutations with the numerous our admired novelist is another and travellers who pass us, or cross our the same, though, meeting, as we path. By and by the road becomes do, the same spirit walking through less frequented ; some of those who the pages of Ivanhoe, we may be forhave accompanied us part of the way given a suspicion so honourable to its turn into another track, and we see them no more ; others stop short in 3 vols. 12mo. Constable and Co. the midst of their career. As we 'Edinburgh, 1820.
REMARKS ON THE ABBOT.
object. Yet, after this full display of extinction makes the Catholic Church the glories and the crimes of belted history little better than a blank. Edknights, and iron-hearted warriors; — ward Glendinning succeeds to his ofafter great abundance of fighting and fice, but not to his place in our imafeasting,-one desideratum yet re- gination.
gination. Halbert Glendinning vinmained. We had still a natural wish dicates the judgment that raised him to see how the domestic arrangements from obscurity, and the love that addof these gallant warriors were carried ed the gifts of fortune to his other on when they neither fought nor feast- distinctions. Wisdom and valour seem ed. The calm, or, perhaps, sluggish to hover over him like attendant getenor of their domestic life, when the nii ; yet he is not too brave to be temarmour was hung up in the hall, and perate, nor too wise to be kind. Zealthe warder lounged whistling on the ous for the reformed religion, he yet battlements, remained shrouded un- cherishes the warmest affection for his der the dark veil of oblivion. This Abbot brother, and, though earnestly adventurous Knight of the Restless desirous of heirs to his new honours Quill has now thrown open the halls and large property, regards his childand chambers of Avenel for our in- less, but excellent, wife with unvaried spection. It was thus that Homer tenderness. The turbulent and unbaspent the more dazzling fires of his lanced state of the Court makes it an genius in pourtraying man brave in undesirable residence for the Lady, armour or sage in council-as he ap- and the same state of affairs renders pears in the hostile camp or the be- the Knight's aid and counsel indisleagured city-illuminating with the pensable in that perturbed region.more temperate rays of that declining Thus was the Lady left to almost unlight, the humble dwelling of the varied solitude, relieved only now and faithful swineherd, and the looms and then by a visit from the husband distaffs that were so busily plied by whom she loved with unabated fonda the fair hands of Penelope and her at- ness and increased esteem. The sultendant maidens, all the domestic ar- len calm of the castle was broken by rangements, in short, of the petty a strange accident. A manly little court of Ithaca. With equal fidelity, boy, engaged in some childish sport and nearly equal minuteness, has the on the side of the lake, with his como first of modern story-tellers described panions of the village, plunged in af the calm regularity and respectable ter a toy vessel, and sunk when bea monotony of the Castle of Avenel. yond his depth. He was dragged to We should regard with admiration, land by the Knight's dog Wolf, who, not unmixed with surprise, any young in courage and sagacity, which is the reader, sufficiently romantic, after per- wisdom of animals, resembled his using this picture of feudal grandeur, master, whose favourite he was, not to prefer this quiet island in a stormy undeservedly. The lovely child, for main to “ this Scotland and this now." such he proved, became first the obo
Though well aware that the rapid ject of the good lady's compassionate circulation of these works, in general, care, and lastly and gradually that of anticipates the sketch of the story we her tenderest affection... Finding him should be inclined to convey, yet, for to be an orphan of dubious birth, she the sake of our very distant or very was inclined to believe him sent to patient readers, we shall endeavour to supply the void in her heart, and regive an outline of the tale. We fear ceived him, to use an oriental phrase, it cannot be a very distinct one, for as “ the child of her soul.” Å myscertainly never were the parts of a terious old woman appears to claim story, if such it may be called, so him. She seems possessed of great loosely connected with each other. energy, but has a wildness bordering The stage, in the first place, is filled on insanity in her manner and diswith the same persons who disappear. course. Poverty, shunning all aid and ed from our view at the end of the dependence, though endured by a performer drama. One new character is son who had seen better days, seems born to be the hero of the new tale. scarcely felt by this extraordinary perOne dies, to our infinite regret, with- son. The desolation of her Church, out making any sign of recognition to and the sacrilegious robbery and wanhis old acquaintances ! The defunct is ton destruction of all that erroneous the excellent Abbot Eustace, whose piety held sacred, seem to have stung