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board our vessel, without salutation or incredulously, and said, they derived ceremony. They proved to be Enge their information from a man who ha) lishmen, but any observer would have read books upon the subject, and knew instantly discovered this from their all about the matter. ruddy, comfortable-looking counte In the morning we found ourselves nances, which appeared to much ad- a considerable way up the St Lawrence, vantage when contrasted with the the gradually increasing narrowness of hard, spare, emaciated features, of the which now permitted us to have a more people on board our ship. Nautical distinct view of its banks, the farther inquiries soon took place, and our vi we advanced. The emigrants contemsitors informed us that they were emi- plated with delight, the fields, tres, grants bound for Upper Canada. This cattle, and farm-houses, that occasionintelligence did not appear to be much ally presented themselves on both sides, relished by our passengers, one of and spoke enthusiastically of the pleawhom immediately stepped forward, sures of a country life, and wished and asked if they had any coopers in they could get ashore, to drink milk, their party. Being answered in the and lie on the grass. They seemed negative, he expressed great satisfac- quite relieved to discover that the bation, and said he was a cooper himself, bitations, vegetable productions, and and wished to be first in market. This general appearance of Canada, were speech excited a laugh, which, in some neither comfortless, extraordinary, 147 degree, removed the restraint that had revolting. Their spirits got up, and previously prevailed, and rendered they began to antieipate the blessing both parties more communicative. The and enjoyments which a residence in Englishınen were then requested to such a country would be the means of mention what sort of trades-people and securing to them, and informed cach mechanics they had on board their other what particular branches of agrivessel, and the emigrants assembled culture they intended chiefly to pursue. round them, and listened anxiously to when they had cleared and improveel the agitating enumeration. When it their farms, and overcome their firs: happened that persons of the same difficulties. The conversation secu profession were shewn to be in both turned entirely upon crops, soils, anal ships, a loud laugh of derision took manure ; and weavers, who, before place, and a number of uplifted fingers embarking for America, had never pointed out the unfortunate man who been beyond the suburbs of Glasgor, had, in a manner, encountered com- talked about the management of lami petitors before reaching the theatre of with the greatest confidence, and su action; but an opposite discovery af- gested the propriety of partially introforded delight to none, but the indi- ducing the British'system of agriculvidual who was personally interested, ture into Canada. and sneers about good fortune and We reached the harbour of Queber lucky fools passed between those that late one afternoon, and immediately stood around him.
dropped anchor in front of the town. The Englishmen, after having given The emigrants gazed on the roeks, the a full account of themselves, and of tremendous battlements, the shipping, their purposes and intentions, returned and the boats hurrying backwards and to their own vessel. At night, we got forwards, with deep interest; while a fine breeze directly astern, and stood those who had any knowledge of his. up the St Lawrence under all sail, tory, began to talk of the celebrated much to the satisfaction of the emic siege at which Wolfe was killed, and grants, who were exceedingly anxious pointed out, to their admiring auththat we should reach Quebec before tors, in what manner they conceived the other ship; for they supposed, that the city might yet be taken by an eneif she arrived first, her passengers my. Others complained how much the would take all the land that was to be prospects around had disappoinad granted in the vicinity of the town, them, and said, Quebec was just like and render it necessary for the last- a Scotch town, and therefore not worth comers to settle far away in the woods. looking at. One man asserted, thal It was useless to attempt to combat the fortifications of Edinburgh Caste this idea, or to state, that the ground were much stronger than those they destined for them lay in the interior of then saw, and this produced a dispute. the country, for they shook their heads which was interrupted by the arrival
of the harbour-master, who came ashore. But some, who had talked alongside in a beautiful boat manned much of the great connexions they with French Canadians. . He ordered had in Quebec, the letters of introduce all the passengers to be mustered upon tion and recommendation they were deck, and called thein over, that he provided with, and the flattering atinight ascertain if each individual an- tentions they expected to receive when swered the description annexed to his they delivered them, seemed suddenly name in the Custom-house list. This to forget all these things, and to be being accomplished, the Captain desia come alike friendless and unknown. red Hurder and his companion to come They never even proposed to visit that forward, and then explained to the city, which had once been a place of harbour-master how they had got in- such promise to them, although it lay to the ship without his knowledge or directly before their eyes. Others, who consent. The former bid the mate were prevented by the deficiencies of detain them on board until farther or- their wardrobes from making a respecte ders, and then took leave, after his able appearance, declared that they crew had received a quantity of provi.. would rather remain on board, than sions as their usual perquisite. wander through dusty streets, where
None of the emigrants went ashore nothing at all remarkable or interestthat night. They continued walking ing was to be seen. Pride soothed the the deck till a late hour, and anti- pangs of disappointment during the cipating the pleasure they would have day, and at night envy found a balm in rambling through Quebec next in the triumph of ill-nature ; for those morning. Montreal was the place of who had been ashore came back weary, our ship's destination, and the greater dispirited, and out of humour, and part of them meant to remain on board again took up their abodes in the steeruntil we reached that city, in order to age, and endeavoured to console thema save the expence of going there in a selves with the hope of finding Monsteam-boat.
treal a prettier, larger, and more enAt an early hour on the succeeding tertaining town than Quebec. day, all the emigrants were in motion. I left the ship next morning, and on The Captain informed them that the the succeeding day saw her bear up the vessel would lie at anchor for two St Lawrence, under the influence of a days, and that those who chose might favourable wind. The emigrants wago ashore and visit the town, provided ved their hats to me, and I accompathey returned on board within the time nied my return of the salute with ferspecified. This intelligence being pro- vent wishes that the comforts, blessmulgated, many of the females and ings, and advantages of the land to young men hastened to dress them- which they were hastening, might exselves in their best apparel, that they ceed their warmest and earliest antici. might be ready to secure places in the pations. ship's boat, the first time it was sent
TRANSLATIONS FROM OSSIAN.
of hypothetical conjecture and antiWITH this I send you some specimens quarian research. But to the reader of translation from the great Northern of poetry,—to him who loves beautiBard of antiquity, whose works – ful imagery, sublime sentiment, and thanks to the fostering care and fa- deep pathos for the corresponding feeltherly protection of some one or otherings which they awaken in the bosom, -have come to us in tolerable preser- wholly unconnected with ther tendenvation ; yet whose very existence, (mi- cy to any particular bias, it must be rabile dictu !) is a matter of the strong- a matter of moonshine whether the est doubt. As to the authenticity of whole, or only a part, was generated the works ascribed to Ossian, there is by the son of Fingal, or if the entire certainly abundant cause for scepti- structure was elaborated within the eism ; and from the days of Samuel pericranium of our more modern friend, Johnson, down to those of Malcolm James Macpherson, Esq. Are the wriLaing, Wordsworth, and the author tings of Rowley destitute of merit, of Waverley, it has furnished an in- because we know them to be the com exhaustible subject for the exhibition position of the boy Chatterton ?
It is curious to observe what an et its perplexing remoteness. We hold fect this rage for antiquity produces, not converse with human flesh and and how it is capable of altering our blood, but with heroic spectres, “who estimation of the intrinsic value of pace about the hills continually," azul things, as if either age or scarcity ought that come to us from the breast of to confer true value on things which the ocean. There are neither cities, must have been, and ought ever to be nor civilization, nor society ; but the considered as trifling ; yet they do so, wanderings, and wars, the impulses of whether it be on a cracked Roman jar, nature, and passion in its antamed or a Queen Anne's farthing. An addi, einpire. Mossy stones mark out the tional eclogue of Virgil would weigh dwellings of the dead ; the wind curls down, in our eyes, a whole bale of the wave, swells the sail, and agitates common-place Herculaneum manu- the forest; and the silence of night is scripts, whether rolled or unrolled; broken by gibbering voices, and airy 80 I suppose I have not the least tongues that syllable mens' names on chance of ever being numbered among sands, and shores, and desert wilder. the associates of the Antiquarian So- nesses.". ciety.
Yet, in the narration of the advenVerily, Mr North, the mind of man tures, and in the construction of the is a strange thing, and a heterogeneous fables, a wonderful stretch of invencompound. In confirmation of this tion is exhibited; and a method is viparticular tendency in our nature of sible, even in the most irregular and which we are now speaking, we have inconsistent parts, which is not a litalmost uniformly found, that they who tle surprising. The Epic of Fingal believe in the age and authenticity of contains some passages of heroic beauOssian, will award him no lower a sta- ty, which would thrill the blood of a tion than among the Homers, Dantes, coward, and make him long to be a Miltons, and Shakespeares; whereas, soldier; while the Songs of Selma such as consider him a modern fiction, abound in touches of the most deep will be contented with nothing less, and the most artless pathos: than a condemnation of the whole It is strange that Wordsworth, who mass, as little better than rant, bom- has studied so profoundly, and so suebast, and fustian,-merely because it cessfully, the philosophy of the mate is written by Macpherson ; as if there rial world, should make the never-end. was no such thing as sterling merit, or ing delineation of natural objects and as if a standard of real poetical excel appearances in these works; the theme lence could exist only in the reader's of his scepticism as to their authentiimagination. We remember a speech city, and of his non-belief concerning of Lord Chatham's, which says, that the blind Ossian, as if blindness is «s. youth cannot be imputed to any not affirmed of Homer, and known of man as a reproach ;” nor can recent Milton. If Wordsworth has ever dipproduction, we should suppose in the ped into the poems of Blacklock—wbo same way, be considered a blemish, was born blind-he may there disco(as Mr Hazlitt would fain have it,) in ver that a power of describing the maany work. It is surely no fault in terial world, in all the variety and viScott, Byron, or Campbell, that they cissitude of its presentations, may be have not lived and been gathered to attained, either from a successful mnen. their fathers some thousand years tal effort in rotaining the delineations ago.
of others; or, by a kind of intuitive The works of Ossian, in the state perception, though, after the experi. in which they are served up to us byment of Locke with his blind man, Macpherson, may be considered rather who thought scarlet: colour like the as the raw materials of poetry, than as sound of a trumpet, we would: rather exhibiting that art, condensation, and imagine not. selection of thought, which are requi. Moore, in his Introduction to his site to form a finished composition. Irish Melodies, has thrown out a neod. There is a thronging--a profused as less sarcasm in saying, that if Ireland semblage of lofty and magnificent ima- could have Burns, she would willing, gery, seen in the distance, rapidly ly give up all claiin to Ossian, as ir shifting, shadowing, and indistincts there was one point of similarity in “The glory and the splendour of a the constitution of their genius, or as dream," united with its obscurity, and if one point of comparison could be
suggested between them. After these invigorate his martial'spirit, slept with NI insulting taunts, it is but a poor sets a copy of Fingal under his pillow, you off, that Madame de Stael could con- during his Italian campaigns. ceive the absurdity of Miltor having
Yours, &c. possibly derived advantage from Os
CelticuS. 7 sian, in the composition of Paradise Inverskest, Noo.), 1891.
Lost; or that Buonaparte, in order tor
ADDRESS TO THE MOON.
gems of evening hail thee on their way,
TO THE SETTING SUN
Bright child of heaven; with locks of golden-ray?
That there to rest thou shapest thy weary way?
And throng around to see thy, glory shed,
And view thy beauty, slumbering on its bed ;-
The distant torrent now is thundering ;
The rock is now besieged by the main ; The flies of evening, borne on feeble wing,
Hum on their drowsy course along the plain :
Thou smilest on the home-returning swain,Heaven thou behold'st around, and earth without;
Thou sink'st,—the western wave surrounds thy trajn;
Daughter of Eve! thou glory of the dell,
ALPIN'S LAMENTATION FOR MORAR.
One of the Songs of Selma.