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tocratic families who are plagued with with the most outré words which can such "young sons ordained their be collected out of an ancient or mofathers' soul to cross," as the hero of dern glossary. We confess there are this tale, will form a very inadequate Scotsmen of the present day who proopinion of the life which, even in fess this system as much as our Eng. London, is made up of everydays and lish friends. Let anybody compare small events, and is by no means a one of Burns's songs with some of the series of catastrophes.
pretty verses of our modern Scottish We suppose a Scotsman's national ballad-makers, and they will immepride ought to be gratified by Christie diately perceive the difference between Johnstone; but Scotsmen, like other the Scotch which is unconscious and people, are apt to be perverse, and we natural, and the constrained and elaare afraid we do not quite appreciate borate manufacture of the same. the compliment paid by a "Soutbron" Christie Johnstone, nevertheless, is who can only handle it imperfectly, to & clever book; and though we canour dative Doric. There is a certain not see how the interests of art, or sweet and subtle charm in a language of the heroine, or of the public, are which only those to the manner born served by making the Newhaven can express or understand. The fisherwoman an artist's wife in LonScotch of Mr Reade, and, in a less don, there is a great deal that is very degree, the Scotch of Mr Kingsley, is good in the conception of Christie too Scotch to be genuine. We can (alas! it ought to have been Kirsty, fancy that the manuscript of Moredun, a harsher sound), who would have this wonderful treasure-trove which been much more fitly mated with we hear so much of, may be ex- some bold fisher lad, than with the tremely like the handwriting of Sir poor aimless wishling, who has not Walter, only “rather more so," as courage either to have her or want the Cockneys say; for the fictitious her, and who, we are afraid, will give writer, of course, is bound to be cha- Christie a great deal of trouble yet, racteristic in every turn of his pen, now that she has married him. We while upon our simple and genuine prefer Peg Woffington, however, to giant there lay no such compulsion. her Scottish sister. The artist has The Scotch of Sir Walter is vernacu- no difficulty here with his tools, and lar—there is no effort in it; neither is at liberty to put all his strength Cuddie Headrigg nor Jeanie Deans upon his subject; and he has produced step a strawbreadth out of their way a very animated, bright, good picture to secure a Scotticism ; and some of though here again, strangely enough, the more delicate sketches among the it is the women of the book who are collections of Mr Galt depend on the worth anything. The hero is of the idiom and construction of their lan- poorest class of heroes, more like the guage a great deal more than on their pet rascal of some misanthropical lady words for the effect they produce. In novelist than the production of a Christie Johnstone this principle is man. entirely reversed. The words are We dare not venture to touch upon broadly, coarsely, elaborately Scotch, the voluminous glories of Mr G. P. R. but the idiom and construction are James, nor the horrors of Mr Harrison purely English, and the bloom is gone Ainsworth, nor those dreadful perfect from this uncouth dialect, which loses little girls who come over from the the fragrance of its own spirit without other side of the Atlantic to do good gaining the inspiration of the other to the Britishers, like the heroines of Mr Reade has never observed 80 Queechy and the Wide Wide World ; closely as Wordsworth did, nor found and there are a host of nameless out what the language is which the novelists of our own country, all poet refers to—"Such as grave livers worthy commendation in their way, do in Scotland use;" and one can whom Maga, did she give all her almost suppose that the modern re- space for the purpose, could scarcely cipe for making Scotch” is to cut off enclose-so great a crowd are they-in all the y's—to be careful always to her Temple of Fame. There are many write "awa" instead of“ away;" and who, deserting the dangerous paths of to pepper this prepared foundation terror and mystery, are content to paint in good Dutch colours the quiet of cheating Edmund Burke out of a life and quiet homes which they see night's rest? every day. There are not a few Since writing the above, we have photographists who put down every- heard of an event which will give to thing, attractive and repulsive alike, some of its comments an air of harsh with a minute fidelity which is re- and untimely criticism. The author markable; and there is a very good of Jane Eyre, the most distinguished flying squadron of merely pleasant female writer of her time, has ended story-tellers, who do us service unob- her labours, and exchanged these frettrusively, without a great deal of ting shows of things for the realities either thanks or reward. Of the which last for ever. To associate Dutch painting we have many consi- bodily weakness or waning life with derable professors. In a book lately the name of this remarkable woman, published, Matthew Paxton, we find a did not occur to us; nor can we think very curious daguerreotype of a peculiar of cancelling now what we have said; phase of manners; and there is excel- but we repeat again over her grave, lent story-telling in Major Hamley's the great admiration with which we Lady Lee, with its three capital have always regarded her wonderful heroines; but this has graced the powers. No one in her time has columns of Maga too recently to grasped with such extraordinary force gain longer comment at our hands; the scenes and circumstances through for when could our modesty pause which her story moved ; no one bas if we dwelt upon the novelists of thrown as strong an individual life Maga ?
into place and locality. Her passionate One would suppose that the mass and fearless nature, ber wild, warm of novel-readers must have greatly heart, are transfused into the magic increased in these days; but no novel world she has created-a world which exercises such a universal fascination no one can enter without yielding to as fell to the lot of those wonderful the irresistible fascination of her perbooks which came to the eager public sonal influence. Perhaps no other out of a mysterious cloud, when the writer of her time has impressed her author of Warerley was the Great mark so clearly on contemporary Unknown. And to think of little literature, or drawn so many followers imposing Miss Burney, and Burke into her own peculiar path; and sbe sitting up all night with Evelina ! leaves no one behind worthy to take Those were the days! Who would the pre-eminent and leading place of not have been the happy instrument the author of Jane Eyre.
NOTES ON CANADA AND THE NORTH-WEST STATES OF AMERICA.
PART II. It was upon a lovely morning of accommodation as a ship's hammock last July that “two strangers might would afford to two moderately stout have been observed” perambulating individuals. However, as we were less the little pier that juts into the lake, likely to upset by being so closely upon the shores of which the pictur- jammed together that we could scarcely esque backwood village of Orillia is move, we became reconciled to our situated. From the impatient manner position between Bonaquum (“Thunin which they every now and then derbolt"), who knelt at the bows and stopped, in the course of their short paddled, and his brother Kabeshquum walk, to cast anxious glances across (“ Triumphant"), who steered. The the lake, it was evident that they were other canoe contained Captain A.eagerly anticipating an arrival from whose experience in such expeditions the opposite shore, about five miles and knowledge of the Indian character distant; while a little pile of luggage and language were most valuable-and upon the pier-steps was a fair warrant Babeh wum (“Snow-storm”), whose for supposing that they were prepared son, as an exemplification of the effect to quit the village aforesaid, and were of civilisation over the elements, called only waiting for the means of doing himself simply John Storm. As the so. At last two black specks became wind was fair, we rigged our blankets visible, rounding the point of a low opon sticks cut for the purpose ; and, wooded island; and these, as they with all sail set, we glided rapidly on, approached gradually, assumed the sometimes threading our way through shape of birch-bark canoes, each con- narrow channels, past low wooded taining two Indians. Meanwhile a islands, antil in about two hours we tbird person joined the other two; and found ourselves upon the green waters as it is to be hoped that the reader of the Severn. will accompany the trio upon the fish- Lake Simcoe is the highest of the ing expedition they were about to Canadian lakes, baving an elevation undertake down the river Severn, I of seven hundred feet above the level will introduce him to my two friends, of the sea. The scenery at the point Captains A. and B., leaving it to his of debouchure was very beautiful. imagination to supply the third indi- Masses of richly variegated foliage vidual with any initial he pleases. clothed the banks, and bent over until
The Severn is a fine river which the river rippled among the leaves. flows through a district in Upper Ca- Often dark shadows reached across it, nada entirely uncleared as yet. It or were chequered by sunbeams glancfalls, after a course of fifty or sixty ing through the branches upon the miles, into Georgian Bay, connecting clear and singularly light-coloured Lakes Couchiching and Simcoe with water. As we proceeded, we exthat arm of Lake Huron. On account, changed for the calm surface of the however, of its numerous falls and lake, and the islands which seemed to rapids, it is only navigable for bark rest on its bosom, rock and rapid, canoes; and, except upon fishing ex. until at last the torrent became too peditions, such as ours, it is rarely tumultuous for our frail canoes. Meantraversed even by them. In our eyes, time we had not been engaged only its solitary character and the romaptic in enjoying the beauties of nature, we scenery on its banks were its principal had adopted the usual mode of troll. attractions. Having reduced our lug. ing in this part of the world with gage to the smallest possible dimen- copper spoons, which, twisting rapidly sions, and put our fishing-tackle into through the water, formed a bright good order, it only remained for us to and attractive bait; so that, upon make ourselves comfortable by spread- arriving at the first portage, we ing a quantity of plucked fern and congratulated ourselves upon the projuniper branches at the bottom of our spect of lunching off half-a-dozen canoes. B. and I reclined sumptu- black bass, weighing from two to five ously in one, with about as much pounds each ; while the Indians were
engaged, under the able superinten- countenances to our Indians to indence of Captain A., in culinary form them of the results of our rashoperations.
ness, and to grumble over the delay B. and I appropriated one of the it was likely to occasion. However, empty canoes, and explored a deep it was some satisfaction to hear that bend in the river, in which we dis- the rapid was one which the Indians covered a tempting rapid, and we themselves never attempted ; and if took advantage of its seclusion to any further consolation was needed, make the experiment of shooting the we found it in some excellent fried canoe down the foaming waters; the bass. excitement which in all cases attends When we had dried our clothes this proceeding being materially en- and chosen a grassy sward, under the hanced by the circumstance that we shade of a wide-spreading beech, upon were novices in the art, and, having which we could luxuriously recline, been expressly warned of its difficul- and, exhaling fragrant tobacco, gaze ty, felt our honour involved in the listlessly upon the lovely scene, we success of the enterprise.
sank into the full enjoyment of that There are few occasions where cool- sensation which those who have lived ness and presence of mind are more much in the East are more thoroughnecessary than in steering a canoe ly able to appreciate, and which is so amid hidden rocks, while it is whirled well expressed there by the single towards them with inconceivable velo- word “Kief.” city by the impetuous current. There Meantime the Indians were activeis no hope left of regaining the bank, ly employed patching up the canoe no possibility of turning the canoe, with strips of birch bark, which they no alternative remaining but to keep ripped for that purpose off the trees, her head straight at it and trust to sewing them firmly across the redt, Providence, a strong arm, and a and then gumming all tight in a most steady eye, to float you at last safely scientific and waterproof manner. upon the calm waters beyond. We When the process was finished, the placed ourselves, one at the bows and Indians carried the empty canoes the other at the stern ; and as the across the rocky portage--fortunately canoe rocked violently about, and the a short one of about three hundred white waves dashed into her, we yards—while we followed with the found it so difficult to maintain our luggage and comestibles. equilibrium that it was impossible to The sun was sinking behind the keep our attention fixed upon the im- tops of the highest trees when we portant duty of steering; and, indeed, were again afloat, and, as evening as we were hurried and tossed along, closed in, the effects were often very the disagreeable conviction soon beautiful. Our good-humour was, forced itself upon us, that we exer- moreover, thoroughly restored by cised very little influence over our great success with our copper spoons ; own fate. However, it seemed in- and it was with some regret that, clined to favour us upon this occa- after making about ten miles more, sion, in spite of our having so rashly we found it was time to think of tempted it, and we were just begin- camping for the night. ving to breathe again when we struck There is always plenty of employupon a projecting ledge of rock, with ment for everybody on these occaa crash that nearly jerked us out of sions. Some make the fire and collect the canoe. Swinging round stern wood; others clear away the underforemost, she dropped into the deep wood, and spread fern and leafy water, and began to fill rapidly branches to serve as a bed; others through a gaping rent in her bows. cut tent - poles, and the rest bring Fortunately we were close to the up the contents of the canoes. B. bank, and a few vigorous strokes of and I used to consider it a duty the paddle brought us to shore with to plunge into the river morning and out further damage to ourselves than evening, besides indulging in an ocbeing wet through ; and, leaving our casional swim throughout the day, shattered bark high and dry, we when a hot sun and a clear deep pool returned with doleful and penitent formed an irresistible combination.
In less than an hour the bath is bad certainly not been favoured with. over, and we are dressed for dinner However, it suggested the idea ; and in the flannel costume in which we Kabeshquum, who was reputed the pass the night. The various compo- musical genius of the party, was forthnents of tbat meal are hissing and with called upon for "a plaintive bubbling, and manifesting other signs Indian strain.” After a little modest of impatience to be taken off the fire; coyness, and having secured a second the tent is pitched in the levellest from Bonaquum, and a chorus from place, which is abundantly strewed the rest of the party, he lifted up his with leaves; and all that we possess clear sweet voice, slightly tremulous with us is scattered about in grotesque from previous potations, and, with confusion. Wet clothes are hung on a comical accent, he informed the branches above the fire to dry; and, amazed company that he was about with our legs tucked under us, and
“ To hang his harp on a willow tree, our plates in our laps, we look com
And off to the wars again." placently round, and consider ourselves the most enviable of mortals. It would have been impossible for
The Indians bad drawn up the Kabeshquum to have given a more canoes and tilted them on their sides, sudden and violent shock to B.'swhole and, spreading a tarpaulin over all, sentimental system, than when he they managed thus to hut themselves expressed his regret in the words of very comfortably. Dinner finished, that tender dittywe became excessively social and “That he had not lored with a boyish love." joky over large tin panpikins full of
The whole effect was so exquisitely strong green tea. The Captain and Bonaquum were evidently the wits of
ludicrous, and, at the same time, so the party, and I have no doubt made
signiticant of the change which had excellent puns in Chippeway, as their passed over tbe land and its original conversation created great merriment,
inhabitants since it "bad been wrested in which, of course, we both joined,
from the red man's hand,” that I upon the principle recognised in civi
could not resist giving B.'s poem a lised society, of seeming to enjoy a
termination which should accord more joke whether you take it or not.
nearly with our experience of their Meantime I amused myself sketching
actual condition as contrasted with the group. B., who always became
that of a former period :highly sentimental and poetic under Then painted warriors the forest ranged, the influence of the potent beverage Then smoked in council calumets of peace ; he was imbibing, lapsed gradually But now they till the land, and have exinto a dreamy semi-conscious state,
For peaceful calumets, a clay a piece. from which, to the astonishment of
The shooting-coat conceals the coat of grease; everybody, he suddenly awoke, and They torture nobody but their papooses ; expressed his sentiments upon the They tread no war-path, live at home at proceedings of the day in the following glowing stanza :
Instead of taking scalps, give bloody noses ;
Get no good from Palefaces, but much evil; Now the light bark o'er pool and rapid And float on streams of brandy to the devil.
shoots, Now glances where the angry waters boil,
It was indeed enough to look at Neath tall old trees, whose giant gnarled our companions, to be disenchanted roots
of all those associations which in moEat deep into the soft alluvial soil.
ments of romantic credulity we had Now over rocky portage paths we toil,
attached to Red Indians, from the Our freight in some still lake to launch
novels of Washington Irving or again; And as we go, the sombre forest aisle
Cooper. It was difficult to recognise Re-echoes back a plaintive Indian strain an “ Uncas " in the mild besotted feaSome wild old legend of this lovely land, tures and homely Saxon costume of Ere yet 'twas wrested from the red man's Jobn Storm, who, having been very hand.
well educated, having lived in the The only part of this effusion which immediate neighbourhood of a large was altogether a poetical license was town, spoke English perfectly, and about the wild old legend, which we embellished it with sundry genuine