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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 gen
Late, late in the gloamin', Kilmeny came hame. eral consent some half-dozen of passages have been singled out as his master. Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace, pieces. To that general judgment we But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face ; readily assent. We submit that in any As still was her look, and as still was her e'e, wide
range of poetry of the highest order, As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea, there must be much that recommends Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea. itself to the infinite variety of minds. For Kilmeny had been where the cock never According to the unanimous verdict of a Where the rain never fell, and the wind never
crew, generation or two, the gems of Hogg's blew. more elaborate poems are all to be found in the Queen's Wake.” They comprise They lifted Kelmeny, they led her away, some portions of “Kilmeny," which are And she walked in the light of a sunless day. of singular beauty; the wild western tale The sky was a dome of crystal bright, of “The Abbot M‘Kinnon; and the The fountain of vision and fountain of light. more fantastically imaginative “Witch of The emerant fields were of dazzling glow, Fife,” which he parodied admirably in And the flowers of everlasting blow. “The Gude Greye Katt.” Of course, Then deep in the stream her body they laid, many
of his lyrics are exquisite — not a That her youth and beauty never might fade: few of the stanzas come near to perfec- And they smiled on heaven when they saw her
lie tion; and in these lyrics lay his strength. In the stream of life that wandered by. One of the best is an ode to the skylark; and then we bave “When the kye comes Every one who knows anything of the hame,” which has become a household poems must be familiar with these pas. song 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 "Kilineny" that gives the Shep. quently, it is indispensable that they herd his indisputable rank as the chosen should be recalled in any attempt at esti. laureate 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
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 :
vigor in every stanza, with a rich gro. Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen;
tesqueness of wild metaphor and descrip. But it wasna to meet Duneira's men,
tive power; while in many of them we Nor the rosy monk of the Isle to see, — have the setting of some weird-like picture For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be. shadowed out in a couplet in all its de. It was only to hear the yorlin sing,
tails. We take a verse or two by way of And pu'the cress-flower round the spring, illustration :The scarlet hip and the hyndberrye, And the nut that hung frae the hazel tree. Quhare haf ye been, ye ill womyne, She goes forth exhilarated by that bright Quhat garris the sweit drap fra yer brow,
These three lang nightis fra hame? spring morning, full of life and human
Like clotis of the saut-sea faem? feeling; but what a change has come over the spirit of her dream when she returns, after the lapse of time, to her yearning But the spell may crack, and the brydel breck, kinsfolk!
Then sherpe yer werde will be ;
Ye had better sleip in yer bed at hame, When many a lang day had come and fled ;
Wi’yer deir little bairnis and me. When grief grew calm, and hope was dead; When mass for Kilmeny's soul had been sung; When the bedesman had prayed and the dead. The first leet night, quhan the new moon set,
Quhan all was douffe and mirk, Late, late in the gloamin', when all was still We saddled our naigis wi' the moon-fern leif, When the fringe was red on the westlin hill, And rode fra Kilmerrin Kirk.
Some horses were of the brume-cow framit, treads the stately Spenserian measure in And some of the greine bay-tree;
ruffles and court dress as if he had been But mine was made of ane bemloke schaw,
to the manner born. And a stout stallion was he.
Of “ Queen Hynde" we need say nothWe raide the tod doune on the hill,
ing, except that once more he invites The martin on the law,
coinparison with Scott, reminding us of And we hunted the hoolet out of brethe, the incidents of “The Lord of the Isles ; And forcit him doune to fa'.
and that again he would dispense with
the interest that comes of realism, by carAnd the bauld windis blew, and the fire rying his readers back to mythical times, flauchtis flew,
and giving the rein to his fancy with most And the sea ran to the skie;
poetical license. And we bring our noAnd 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, – “ 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, to be kept within moderate compass, it
When trouble pressed and friends were few,
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 “ Diveller 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 ; Dweller in heaven high, Ruler below! and accordingly he selected the Spense. Fain would I know Thee, yet tremble to know ! rian stanza. * It is the finest verse in the How can a mortal deem, how it may be, world,” he had said to himself. “It rolls That being can ne'er be but present with
Thee ? off with such majesty and grandeur. What an effect it will have in the descriptions of Is it true that Thou sawest me e'er I saw the
morn? mountains, cataracts, and storms!” And, Is it true that Thou knewest me before I was not content with treading in the steps of
born ? Spenser, he decided that he could easily That.nature must live in the light of Thine improve upon him. “I had the vanity to believe that I was going to give the world This knowledge for me is too great and too a specimen of this stanza in its proper high! harmony.” And assuredly in “Mador," as elsewhere, he shows' his wonderful That, fly I to noonday or fly I to night, mastery of metre; nor can anything be To shroud me in darkness or bathe me in light, more melodious than much of the rhythm. The light and the darkness to Thee are the
same, Unfortunately the poem is often open to the criticism that, if not absolutely sound Should I with the dove to the desert repair,
And still in Thy presence of wonder I am ? without sense, it is mellifluous metre with Or dwell with the eagle in clough of the air : a superficial meaning:
In the desert afar, on the mountain's wild But though we place Mador
and brink, the “ Pilgrims of the Sun,” — in the last, From the eye of Omnipotence still must I by the way, we recognize promptings shrink? from Milton - as far inferior to “ Kilmeny,” both in finish and genius; yet or mount I, on wings of the morning, away perhaps they will appear Hogg's most To caves of the ocean, unseen by the day, remarkable efforts, if we remember his And hide in the uttermost parts of the sea, extraction and upbringing.
Even there to be living and moving in Thee !
Nay, scale I the clouds, in the heaven to dwell, struck as much by the refinement of the Or make I my bed in the shadows of hell, sentiments as by the elevation of the style Can science expound, or humanity frame, and the purity of the language ; and cast. That still Thou art present, and all are the ing his peasant slough, the Shepherd same?
Yes, present forever! Almighty ! Alone ! scathing review of his " Jacobite Relics ". Great Spirit of Nature! Unbounded! Un in the Edinburgh, by the reviewer, who known !
was believed to be Jeffrey himself, prais. What mind can embody Thy presence divine? ing the original lilt of “ Donald M.GillaI know not my own being, how can I Thine ? Then humbly and low in the dust let me bend, vry," which Hogg had slyly slipped in And adore what on earth I can ne'er compre
the “ Relics." In fact, we should hend:
say that some of his humorous songs The mountains may melt and the elements flee, were as good as anything of his author. Yet an universe still be rejoicing in Thee. ship, were it not for the moving charm of The “Sacred Melodies"
many of his pathetic lays. The best of
were obvi. ously 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 per-iable at Ambrose's; as, for example, ballad describes the wooing of one of those soulless fairy beauties by a mortal o' Marley," and “When Maggy gang's
*o 'The Village of Balmaquhapple,” “Meg doomed by an inexorable destiny to be withered in her embraces, but not to die
A verse or two from one simple but unlamented :
melting love-song, and we have done – in Oh where were ye, my bonny lass,
the hope that we may have given a not Wi' look sаe wild and cheery?
unfair idea of the kaleidoscope - like There's something in that witchin' face
sparkle of the much-gifted Shepherd's That I lo'e wonder dearly.
We dare not borrow from
• When the kye comes hame," for it is I live where the harebell never grew, too well known; so we fall back in an Where the streamlet never ran,
embarrassment of choice on one that hapWhere the winds of heaven never blew; Now find me if you can.
pens to be a special favorite of ours :
Oh weel befa’ the maiden gay, O mother, mother, make my bed,
In cottage, bught, or pen, And make it soft and easy ;
An' weel befa' the bonny May An' with the cold dew bathe my head,
That wons in yonder glen; For pains of anguish seize me.
Wha lo'es the modest truth sae weel,
Wha's aye sae kind, and aye sae leal, I've been where man should not have been,
An' pure as blooming asphodel, Oft in my lonely roaming ;
Amang sae mony men. And seen what man should not have seen,
Oh weel bcfa' the bonny thing
That wons in yonder glen! By greenwood in the gloaming.
Oh, had it no been for the blush
Dear beauty never had been known,
And never had a name; Shall meet thee on the morrow.
But aye sin’that dear thing o' blame
Was modelled by an angel's frame, The mermaid o'er thy grave shall weep,
The power of beauty reigns supreme Without one breath of scorning.
O'er a' the sons o' men; Lie still, my love, lie still and sleep,
But deadliest far the sacred flame And fare thee well till morning!
Burns in a lonely glen! We believe few people are aware that some of the sweetest and most popular of There's beauty in the violet's vestthe Jacobite songs were really written by There's hinney in the hawHogg, and not by bards of the previous
There's dew within the rose's breast,
The sweetest o' them a'. century. So we may as well remind our
The sun will rise an' set again, readers that it is he who should have the
An' lace wi' burning goud the maincredit of those spirited ditties, “ Cam'ye
The rainbow bend outow'r the plain, by Athole" and "Maclean's Welcome.'
Sae lovely to the ken; Once he had cause to chuckle over such a But lovelier far my bonny thing misconception: he was consoled for the That wons in yonder glen!
NO NEW THING.
From The Cornhill Magazine. 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 PHILIP EXEMPLIFIES A THEORY.
formula of Le Roy le veult.
Now nothing could be more clear than MARGARET STANNIFORTH, as the per- that Jack would have been greatly disspicacious reader will hardly require to be pleased at any man addressing her as told, was not a strong-minded woman. Colonel Kenyon had done; still more Such claims to love and admiration as would he have been displeased had be she possessed – and Hugh Kenyon was foreseen that Colonel Kenyon, his friend by no means alone in deeming her enti- and executor, would be the man to offend tled to both – were assuredly not based in such a manner. Therefore, Margaret, upon any element of strength in her char. although she bad declared that she was acter, but rather, perhaps, upon the evi: not angry with Hugh, could not but feel dences of that wealiness which used in old that she had just cause for anger; oor fasbioned times to be considered a wom- was her anger at all lessened by conan's strength. She did not always know sciousness that, according to the generally her own mind, and was painfully aware received standard of conduct, tlie culprit that sl did not know it; without being had been guilty of no offence at all. Peowhat is called impulsive, she was yet ple do marry again. The practice may much under the influence of impulses; be a reprehensible one, but it is not unand in all things she was prone to be common; and, upon the whole, Margaret guided less by her head than by her heart. found that her chief grievance against Of the latter the best part had been given Hugh was that he had so misunderstood away to her lost husband, and had not her as to suppose her one of those people. been recalled. With rare fidelity and im. When your friends begin to misunderaginativeness she had kept constantly stand you, you may forgive them; but you before her eyes the image of the man who are not far off from the point at which had been so long dead, and it may truly they must cease to be your friends any be said that she never decided upon any more. As Margaret had said, “ It could course of action without first asking her- never be the same thing again;" and self what his wishes would have been with Hugh, for his part, was not long in reachregard to it. That her interpretation of ing a similar conviction. There was no his supposed wishes should have been for quarrel. On the contrary, vigorous efthe most part devoid of all probable accu.forts were made on both sides to avoid racy was but natural: she would have even the semblance of a coolness; but in been a far more remarkable woman than spite of these exertions — perhaps, to she was, had it been otherwise. It is tol. some extent, in consequence of them erably certain, for instance, that Jack the coolness existed, and made itself felt. Standiforth, who had had the common Indeed, it would be difficult, under any sense of his family, would not have ad. circumstances, for a rejected suitor to vised the adoption of our young friend remain with comfort in the same house Marescalchi, nor the frequent payment of with the lady who had rejected him; and that very expensive youth's bills; nor, it before a weck was out Colonel Kenyon may be assumed, would he have held his entertained no doubt as to the expediency widow called upon to provide a home and of his quitting Longbourne. In the nick a liberal income for bis mother-in-law; of time the Horse Guards considerately but, happily for Margaret, she was not provided him with an easy means of re. troubled with disturbing doubts upon treat by promoting him to the command these and many other points, and seldom of a field battery at Shorncliffe. So the failed to convince herself that she bad colonel departed; and as soon as he was received a 'silent sanction for her least gone Margaret's heart became softened prudent proceedings. The process by towards him. 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 withdrawal of their persons the memory appeared to her, upon mature reflection, of their wrong-doing loses sharpness of to be right; Jack was always right; there. outline. Margaret desired nothing more fore, Jack would have approved of her earnestly than to forget, if that might be, doing as she proposed. Thus, in perfect | Hugh's unfortunate lapse from the patli
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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 masqueradMrs. 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 opportuni. Mr. 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.” 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 lise, for no particular people in the world ! - was to be the vilreason, except that they were “ half-an- lain of the piece. gered with their happy lot; there was a
“ Utterly preposterous and absurd !” wicked and fascinating man of the world, cried Mrs. Winnington; and for once the who harbored fell designs against the chorus was with her. lovely bride; there was a clever lady, But Philip answered imperturbably, who, after promoting this intrigue through “ Not in the least absurd. Now, my dear two acts and a half
, flirting desperately Mrs. Winnington, I'll explain to you, if with the injured husband, and bringing you will allow me, the principle upon about all sorts of painful situations, came which all good casts are formed. Your out in her true colors in the dénouement, idea, which is that of the uninitiated pubwhen she unmasked the villain and joined lic, is that every one is best able to reprethe hands of the erring and repentant sent the character which most resembles pair; finally, there was the guileless hus- his own. Nothing could be more erroneband of the above lady, whose mission it ous; exactly the reverse is the true state was to make the audience laugh by his of the case. A man can't imitate himmingled jealousy of and admiration for self; all the little peculiarities of a perher, by his bewildered queries, and by the son of his own stamp seem to him so meekness with which, upon all occasions, natural that he never notices them; be obeyed her impatient command to “ go whereas, the characteristics of his oppoaway somewhere and smoke.”
site will strike him at once, and he will The play, when first read out by Philip; accentuate them in his acting. That is was fortunate enough to meet with general what one has to bear in mind in assigning approval, the only dissentient voice raised parts to performers. Now, supposing, being that of Tom Stanniforth, whose no- for example, that you yourself were to do tion of acting was dressing up, and who us the honor of wishing to appear on the protested that a play without powder and stage with us, do you think I should ever patches was only half a play; but as to dream of asking you to accept the part the distribution of the parts there was less of an amiable and benevolent lady? unanimity. Miss Brune was to take the Never! On the other hand, if I wished part of the clever woman everybody for any one to interpret faithfully the agreed as to that; and we have seen in character of a selfish, hypocritical old what manner she was subsequently in sinner, I should think of you directly:" duced to accept it,
“ That is nonsense," said Mrs. Win. “So far so good," said Mrs. Winning. nington, turning rather red.