Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, crew, blew. They lifted Kelmeny, they led her away, with a mass of inferior workmanship. | The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, And it seems to us significant as to The reek o' the cot hung o'er the plain, Hogg's poetry, as making him out to be Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane; more commonplace than his admirers When the ingle lowed wi' an eiry leme, would willingly acknowledge, that by genLate, late in the gloamin', Kilmeny came hame. eral consent some half-dozen of passages have been singled out as his masterpieces. To that general judgment we readily assent. We submit that in any wide range of poetry of the highest order, there must be much that recommends itself to the infinite variety of minds. According to the unanimous verdict of a generation or two, the gems of Hogg's more elaborate poems are all to be found in the "Queen's Wake." They comprise some portions of " Kilmeny," which are of singular beauty; the wild western tale of "The Abbot M'Kinnon; "" and the more fantastically imaginative "Witch of Fife," which he parodied admirably in "The Gude Greye Katt." Of course, many of his lyrics are exquisite-not a few of the stanzas come near to perfection; and in these lyrics lay his strength. One of the best is an ode to the skylark; and then we have "When the kye comes Every one who knows anything of the hame," which has become a household poems must be familiar with these passong about every "farm-toun" in broad sages; and yet we can make no apology Scotland; and that metrical address to for quoting them. They are short; they Lady Anne of Buccleuch, if indeed we are the sweetest and most spirited in their may fairly classify it among the lyrics. style that Hogg ever wrote; and conse It is " Kilmeny" that gives the Shep.quently it is indispensable that they herd his indisputable rank as the chosen should be recalled in any attempt at estilaureate of the Court of Fairyland. Kil- mating his genius. If we would show his meny comes back from her sojourn with versatility, and his wonderful command the " good neighbours," sadly though of the romantic ballad, we have but to sweetly transformed, and set free alike turn back over a few pages in the from human sympathies as from human" Wake," to the "Witch of Fife," with its troubles. The opening is as enchanting grim drollery. There is concentrated as it is simple and suggestive: Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen; She goes forth exhilarated by that bright kinsfolk! When many a lang day had come and fled; lie vigor in every stanza, with a rich grotesqueness of wild metaphor and descriptive power; while in many of them we have the setting of some weird-like picture shadowed out in a couplet in all its details. We take a verse or two by way of illustration: Quhare haf ye been, ye ill womyne, Quhat garris the sweit drap fra yer brow, Like clotis of the saut-sea faem? When the bedesman had prayed and the dead-The first leet night, quhan the new moon set, bell rung, Late, late in the gloamin', when all was still Quhan all was douffe and mirk, We saddled our naigis wi' the moon-fern leif, treads the stately Spenserian measure in ruffles and court dress as if he had been to the manner born. Of "Queen Hynde" we need say nothing, except that once more he invites comparison with Scott, reminding us of the incidents of "The Lord of the Isles; and that again he would dispense with the interest that comes of realism, by car And the bauld windis blew, and the fire- rying his readers back to mythical times, flauchtis flew, And the sea ran to the skie; and giving the rein to his fancy with most poetical license. And we bring our no And the thunder it growlit, and the sea-dogs tice to a close with some samples of the howlit, As we gaed scourin' bye. songs and lyrics. We would quote the beautiful verses to Lady Anne Scott, Dweller in heaven high, Ruler below! "Mador of the Moor" was written to order, the banks of the Tay having been To her whose bounty oft hath shed assigned as the theme. Originally meant Joy round the peasant's lowly bed, When trouble pressed and friends were few, to be kept within moderate compass, it And God and angels only knew. ran into five cantos; and finally, when it was apparently slipping out of the author's But we cannot spare space to give them control, was summarily brought to a close at length, and we should only injure them with an abrupt dénouement. Interest in by mutilation. Far less generally known the story is impossible, owing to the ex- is the grand monody on the "Dweller in treme improbability of the incidents; and heaven," which, though it breathes the the idea of the plot was borrowed from inspiration of ecstatic communings in "The Lady of the Lake," and the High-mountain solitudes, seems mislaid, as it land adventure of the wandering Knight of has been almost forgotten, in the mad Snowdoun. On brief deliberation, Hogg medley of the "Brownie of Bodsbeck: " chose the form of his verse so as best to harmonize with his stately word-painting; and accordingly he selected the Spenserian stanza. "It is the finest verse in the world," he had said to himself. "It rolls off with such majesty and grandeur. What an effect it will have in the descriptions of mountains, cataracts, and storms!" And, not content with treading in the steps of Spenser, he decided that he could easily improve upon him. "I had the vanity to believe that I was going to give the world a specimen of this stanza in its proper harmony." And assuredly in "Mador," as elsewhere, he shows his wonderful mastery of metre; nor can anything be more melodious than much of the rhythm. Unfortunately the poem is often open to the criticism that, if not absolutely sound without sense, it is mellifluous metre with a superficial meaning. But though we place "Mador" and the "Pilgrims of the Sun," in the last, by the way, we recognize promptings from Milton-as far inferior to "Kilmeny," both in finish and genius; yet perhaps they will appear Hogg's most remarkable efforts, if we remember his extraction and upbringing. We are struck as much by the refinement of the sentiments as by the elevation of the style and the purity of the language; and casting his peasant slough, the Shepherd morn? Is it true that Thou sawest me e'er I saw the born? That nature must live in the light of Thine eye? This knowledge for me is too great and too high! same, That, fly I to noonday or fly I to night, From the eye of Omnipotence still must I Yes, present forever! Almighty! Alone! known! What mind can embody Thy presence divine? hend: scathing review of his "Jacobite Relics" in the Edinburgh, by the reviewer, who was believed to be Jeffrey himself, praising the original lilt of "Donald M'Gillavry," which Hogg had slyly slipped in among the "Relics.". In fact, we should say that some of his humorous songs were as good as anything of his authorship, were it not for the moving charm of many of his pathetic lays. The best of The Sacred Melodies" were obviously suggested by Byron's; and Hogg is and the former, of course, gain in point both appeared originally in the "Noctes;" more succeesful in his own special do- and character by being supposed to be main of what may be called natural my-sung in convivial moments over the supthology. A singularly wild and touching ballad describes the wooing of one of those soulless fairy beauties by a mortal - doomed by an inexorable destiny to be withered in her embraces, but not to die unlamented: The mermaid o'er thy grave shall weep, We believe few people are aware that some of the sweetest and most popular of the Jacobite songs were really written by Hogg, and not by bards of the previous century. So we may as well remind our readers that it is he who should have the credit of those spirited ditties, "Cam' ye by Athole" and "Maclean's Welcome." Once he had cause to chuckle over such a misconception: he was consoled for the per-table at Ambrose's; as, for example, o' Marley," and "When Maggy gang's "The Village of Balmaquhapple," "Meg away." A verse or two from one simple but melting love-song, and we have done - in the hope that we may have given a not unfair idea of the kaleidoscope - like sparkle of the much-gifted Shepherd's genius. We dare not borrow from When the kye comes hame," for it is too well known; so we fall back in an embarrassment of choice on one that happens to be a special favorite of ours: Oh weel befa' the maiden gay, That wons in yonder glen; Wha lo'es the modest truth sae weel, Amang sae mony men. From The Cornhill Magazine. NO NEW THING. CHAPTER XII. PHILIP EXEMPLIFIES A THEORY. good faith, she invested her imaginary lord with the attributes of a constitutional sovereign, and proceeded from delibera. tion to action, fortified by a perfunctory formula of Le Roy le veult. Now nothing could be more clear than that Jack would have been greatly displeased at any man addressing her as Colonel Kenyon had done; still more would he have been displeased had he foreseen that Colonel Kenyon, his friend and executor, would be the man to offend in such a manner. Therefore, Margaret, although she had declared that she was not angry with Hugh, could not but feel that she had just cause for anger; nor was her anger at all lessened by consciousness that, according to the generally received standard of conduct, the culprit had been guilty of no offence at all. People do marry again. The practice may be a reprehensible one, but it is not uncommon; and, upon the whole, Margaret found that her chief grievance against Hugh was that he had so misunderstood her as to suppose her one of those people. When your friends begin to misunderstand you, you may forgive them; but you are not far off from the point at which they must cease to be your friends any more. As Margaret had said, "It could never be the same thing again; and Hugh, for his part, was not long in reaching a similar conviction. There was no quarrel. On the contrary, vigorous ef forts were made on both sides to avoid even the semblance of a coolness; but in spite of these exertions - perhaps, to some extent, in consequence of themthe coolness existed, and made itself felt. Indeed, it would be difficult, under any circumstances, for a rejected suitor to remain with comfort in the same house with the lady who had rejected him; and before a week was out Colonel Kenyon entertained no doubt as to the expediency of his quitting Longbourne. In the nick of time the Horse Guards considerately provided him with an easy means of retreat by promoting him to the command of a field battery at Shorncliffe. So the colonel departed; and as soon as he was gone Margaret's heart became softened towards him. MARGARET STANNIFORTH, as the perspicacious reader will hardly require to be told, was not a strong-minded woman. Such claims to love and admiration as she possessed-and Hugh Kenyon was by no means alone in deeming her entitled to both were assuredly not based upon any element of strength in her character, but rather, perhaps, upon the evidences of that weakness which used in oldfashioned times to be considered a woman's strength. She did not always know her own mind, and was painfully aware that she did not know it; without being what is called impulsive, she was yet much under the influence of impulses; and in all things she was prone to be guided less by her head than by her heart. Of the latter the best part had been given away to her lost husband, and had not been recalled. With rare fidelity and im aginativeness she had kept constantly before her eyes the image of the man who had been so long dead, and it may truly be said that she never decided upon any course of action without first asking herself what his wishes would have been with regard to it. That her interpretation of his supposed wishes should have been for the most part devoid of all probable accuracy was but natural: she would have been a far more remarkable woman than she was, had it been otherwise. It is tolerably certain, for instance, that Jack Stanniforth, who had had the common sense of his family, would not have advised the adoption of our young friend Marescalchi, nor the frequent payment of that very expensive youth's bills; nor, it may be assumed, would he have held his widow called upon to provide a home and a liberal income for his mother-in-law; but, happily for Margaret, she was not troubled with disturbing doubts upon these and many other points, and seldom failed to convince herself that she had received a silent sanction for her least prudent proceedings. The process by which she arrived at this comfortable The absent, it is said, are always in the persuasion would have been found, if wrong; but the absent enjoy also this analyzed, to take the form of a beautifully counterbalancing privilege, that with the simple syllogism. Such and such things appeared to her, upon mature reflection, to be right; Jack was always right; there fore, Jack would have approved of her doing as she proposed. Thus, in perfect VOL. XL. 2034 LIVING AGE. withdrawal of their persons the memory of their wrong-doing loses sharpness of outline. Margaret desired nothing more earnestly than to forget, if that might be, Hugh's unfortunate lapse from the path of duty, and there were times when she ton, holding up the book, and surveying very nearly succeeded in doing so. She it through her glasses; "but now about thought of him and missed him greatly the rest of the characters." She knew, if through the long summer days, while Tom Stanniforth did not, that masquerad Mrs. Winnington, groaning over the heat, ing is by no means the chief object of worked a huge fan with irritating rattle drawing-room comedies, and her eagle from morning to night; while soft-footed eye had at once detected the opportuniMr. Langley came and went, bearing ap- ties which this particular one might be peals for charity to the drawing-room or made to afford for the furtherance of other priestly counsel to Mrs. Prosser, of whose and more important ends. "Mr. Maresconscience he was the keeper; while the calchi will of course be the unprincipled laughter and wrangling of the young peo- man of fashion," she went on. "Young ple, rehearsing for the coming theatricals, Mr. Brune might do for his sister's husrang through the house, and the hammer- band. Very suitable, both those parts. ing of the carpenters, who were knocking Then we come to the young couple; eviup the stage, was incessant. dently Edith and Mr. Stanniforth." was to be the vil Utterly preposterous and absurd!" cried Mrs. Winnington; and for once the chorus was with her. After a great deal of discussion, and But Philip said, oh, dear, no! that cast the usual difficulties with over-ambitious wouldn't do at all. How, for instance, spirits, Philip had got his company to- could you expect poor Walter to throw gether, and was laboriously drilling and any animation into his acting, if his cue coaxing its members into subordination. was to be blindly in love with his own The piece that he had chosen was a com- sister? And then, to the general astonedy of modern life, the general drift of ishment, he announced that he himself which was one that has served for many proposed to fill the part for which Walter comedies, new and old. There was a was stated to be ill qualified, while the young couple in it, who had become es- latter was to play Strephon to Edith's tranged, as young couples do in plays and Amaryllis, and Mr. Stanniforth of all sometimes in real life, for no particular people in the world!· reason, except that they were "half-an-lain of the piece. gered with their happy lot; " there was a wicked and fascinating man of the world, who harbored fell designs against the lovely bride; there was a clever lady, who, after promoting this intrigue through two acts and a half, flirting desperately with the injured husband, and bringing about all sorts of painful situations, came out in her true colors in the dénouement, when she unmasked the villain and joined the hands of the erring and repentant pair; finally, there was the guileless husband of the above lady, whose mission it was to make the audience laugh by his mingled jealousy of and admiration for her, by his bewildered queries, and by the meekness with which, upon all occasions, he obeyed her impatient command to "go away somewhere and smoke." But Philip answered imperturbably, "Not in the least absurd. Now, my dear Mrs. Winnington, I'll explain to you, if you will allow me, the principle upon which all good casts are formed. Your idea, which is that of the uninitiated public, is that every one is best able to represent the character which most resembles his own. Nothing could be more erroneous; exactly the reverse is the true state of the case. A man can't imitate himself; all the little peculiarities of a person of his own stamp seem to him so natural that he never notices them; whereas, the characteristics of his opposite will strike him at once, and he will accentuate them in his acting. That is what one has to bear in mind in assigning parts to performers. Now, supposing, for example, that you yourself were to do us the honor of wishing to appear on the stage with us, do you think I should ever dream of asking you to accept the part of an amiable and benevolent lady? Never! On the other hand, if I wished for any one to interpret faithfully the character of a selfish, hypocritical old sinner, I should think of you directly." "That is nonsense,' 99 said Mrs. Win"So far so good," said Mrs. Winning-nington, turning rather red. The play, when first read out by Philip, was fortunate enough to meet with general approval, the only dissentient voice raised being that of Tom Stanniforth, whose notion of acting was dressing up, and who protested that a play without powder and patches was only half a play; but as to the distribution of the parts there was less unanimity. Miss Brune was to take the part of the clever woman everybody agreed as to that; and we have seen in what manner she was subsequently induced to accept it, |