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ceeded to give me a few glimpses of chased blessing. From nine in the the eventful times, so ruinous to his morning till noon-day did the sacred house, which preceded the expulsion professor pour his balm into the of the last of the Stuarts.

bleeding bosoms of his flock-the “ I was never a bold and froward hours seemed minutes, and hunger and person, and the sword which I was thirst, which listen not to the words compelled to unsheathe was drawn of the wicked or the wise, were · for the protection of rights civil and subdued for a time on that blessed

divine. The blood that was un- morn. His concluding words will be righteously shed be upon the heads of ever remembered by those, and they those who gave the unmerciful coun- were not many, who escaped from sel, to tread under war-horses' hoofs that place of peril and blood. And the afflicted kirk of poor Scotland — where is the kirk of God now, youlet it not be visited upon those un- ask me—the voice of the preacher is happy instruments of oppression - heard no more within its walls ; its even the armed men who listened to cope and corner stones are cast into no counsel, save the sound of the the dust, and its multitudes are pertrumpet, and who thought obedience secuted-pierced with the spear and to the voice of command was the cloven with the sword—where then chief virtue of their station. With is the kirk of Scotland? Is it squarthem I sought not to war--and my ed stones, and shapen timber, and a sword spared them, wherever to piece of ground chosen by lot, and spare them was safe. I sought alone measured out by man's hands, which to cut off the captains of the host of form the holy and modest kirk? It persecutors-some of them were is not in the city, for there the destroynames of long standing and ancient er's trumpet is blowing ;-it is not renown -but the names of Dalzell, of in the valley, for there I hear the Maxwell, of Johnson, and of Gra- sound of the war-horse, and the hame, much as I loved them all for shouting of its rider,-nor is it estatheir valour of yore, could not be a blished on the hill, for there it would spell against the sword, which was be seen from afar, and the wicked drawn only when the voice of our would come and cast it down. I religion was made mute, and our will tell you where God's Scottish hills, and highways, and hearths, kirk stands to-day: wherever a masmoked with innocent blood.

tron prays-a devout man wishes It happened on a summer morn, holy things—a youth hopes for heaven that the banner of the broken rem- -and a maiden thinks of salvationnant was spread upon the green hill be it in the wood-in the valley-on of Wardlaw, and a sermon was the moor-on the mountain-at their poured forth over the assembled peo- own humble home-or surrounded by ple. Before us we beheld the vale armed men-be it in the tower—be it of Nith all in its flush and beauty, in the dungeon-or on the deep and and behind we saw the high hill of unstable waters--there has God placed Queensberry, covered with flocks his kirk, and displayed his banner. from base to summit. John Ren- Despond not, therefore, that you see wick preached :-to you who never your homes desolate, and the houses heard the eloquence of that gifted of the Most High destroyed-stand person—who never knew what it boldly by your religion, strike those was to be hunted from hill to glen that seek to smite, for heaven will most for worshipping God in your own surely help us. I mean not that the way,—who never listened to the voice dead will rise armed from the dust of divine wisdom amid an ocean of and trample your persecutors down trouble and sore tempest—to you it - I mean not that angels will demay be as seed sown on frozen wa- scend, as they did of yore, visible, ters, to tell how resistlessly edifying in all ages, and smite the warriors of that glorious sermon on the hill was Grahame and Dalzell—nor do I mean -how we stood like stocks and that fire will fall from heaven, or stones --- with eyes upturned, and gush from earth, and devour your enehands clasped, while the enthusiastic mies—we live under a more mysteriaddress of the mighty preacher made ous, but no less effectual dispensaus look upon kings and councillors tion. The day is at hand—the golden as dust, and martyrdom as a pur-day of redemptionI hear the voice

of a holy one crying, " A bright day er has spoken it;" and he calmly for poor Scotland." I may not-shall awaited the approach of the slayer. not, surely live to see it, though its The trumpets sounded, and the conmorning is at hand-nor will many test commenced-it was but of brief of you, my friends, behold it, for be- duration. The horsemen came in a fore it comes shall we be scattered as cloud, and charged with the most chaff—the spear and the sword will desperate impetuosity-we resisted be at our bosoms, and the war-horse for a small space, but at length were will dye his fetlocks in the warm broken like a cobweb, and the hillblood of saints.'

top and the neighbouring heath were “ Even as he poured out this rapt dyed with blood. I remembered not and enthusiastic discourse we heard the in my wrath the last words of the sound of a lonely trumpet in a wood sacred preacher ;-my sword-the below --inany clapt their hands and swords of my three fair sons, and those shouted, imagining that heaven had of thy younger brethren, bore token sent us aid, but presently the banner of our courage in God's cause. We of John Grahame, and the waving of were chased from the field-we gaina long stream of warriors' plumes, ed the shelter of a thick mist, which emerged on the plain, and began to had settled along the line of hills, ascend at a rapid pace the green hill and we continued our retreat to this whereon we were assembled. Some wild and unfrequented glen. of the congregation drew their swords “Alas! we were not unobserved-a --some prayed-some stood motion- dozen of the fiercest of the horsemen less with fear and awe, and some fled had followed us on the spur, and over the heath, to seek shelter among from a distant hill saw where we the woods and glens of Closeburn and sought refuge ; for the mist had Glenae. My three sons, and the two cleared away, and the descending youngest sons of the house of Her- sun shone out fair and bright. We ries were by my side: we drew our sought shelter in this cold and desoswords, and prepared to resist with late chamber, where an anchoret musket and spear-I looked on the lived of yore, and where the outlaw preacher-he stood gathered in spirit of Durisdeer found refuge, and where and strength, in his pulpit of green many dissolute and dubious characturf, gazing unmoved on the long ters make resort. We thanked the line of horsemen winding up the side Giver of all good for protecting us of the hill. He beckoned me to him. from the sword; took our helmets Son of Ephraim Lorance,' he said, from our heads, and the corslets from wherefore dost thou tarry here? our bosoms, and drank water from thou art not marked out for the that little well, and bathed our brows, slaughter-thou shalt not surely die hot with battle and with flight, in to-day-take, therefore, thy children, the rivulet. We were joined by two and the children of Emanuel Herries more of the congregation. We had with thee-dive into that long cloud obtained some refreshment from a of mist which heaven now rolls to- shepherd, and were preparing for wards us--there is a linn in Close- worship when we heard the sound of burn where thou wilt find shelter, voices approaching. I looked out and may the blessing of John Ren- and observed the helmets of six wick and Him above be with you, troopers moving slowly along the fly-leave me to perish, for it hath side of the stream, and heard them been revealed that my hour is come, urging a diligent and scrupulous and the sacrificer shall find me on search for some of the most desperate the altar.'-At this moment the of the Covenanters, who had sought plumes and bright swords of the concealment among the caverns. I horsemen appeared above the hill — returned to my sons, and enjoined I stood, resolved to resist.— Fly,' silence, with the hope that our pure said the preacher, his voice rising far suers would not find us; but in a moabove the stir of the multitude and ment weobserved their plumes coming the neighing of the horses.- Fly— nodding up the little rough ascent to cast away the sword, and trust not our chamber. We drew our swords, the spear—if thy hand sheds blood and with a shout flew upon them to-day, the blood of thy sons shall just as they gained the entrance. be the atonement--the Lord's preach- They discharged their carbines the

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balls missed, and dinted deep in the stranger. I have scarce any better rock; behold the marks they made; cheer to offer, but let us be meek and and ere they could use their other content.” We descended from the weapons we were upon them with cavern, and walked down the marcut and stab, and prevailed against gin of the stream, till we approachthem, and slew them. Success now ed the little burial knoll; the figure made us insolent and vain ; we offer- of a man lay stretched and motioned up no thanks for our victory, but less upon it. “ Behold," said the resolved with the twilight to leave Cameronian, “ behold the slayer of the glen, and seek shelter in the wild my youngest son.

I had vowed a hills of Galloway. In a fatal hour vow to seek him over the earth, and we left this little abode, and walked slay him wherever I found him; but towards the entrance of the glen: revenge is mine, saith the Lord.' the sun had been sometime down, Even as with pistols in my girdle, the moon was yet unrisen—it was and a sword at my side, I had reachthat pleasant time between light and ed the threshold of my own door to dark which men call the gloaming. seek his destroyer, behold there We had reached a little round knoll came a man running, almost naked, of greensward, partly encompassed and with yellings on his tongue, as if by the stream in the gorge of the something evil held him in chace. lim, and there we stood holding 4 He saw me, and cried, Oh! save low and cautious consultation. My me, save me, and I took him into youngest son, my dark haired Adam, my house and warmed him, and gave touched my hand, and taking me a him food. And he cried and said, step aside, whispered, · Father, let there is blood on my hands which us either go bravely forward or no one can wash out. I hear always swiftly back; there are armed men the sound as of one running after me, in that little thicket before us.' Even crying, “ Ho! kill and slay him, for while he spoke, several carbines he slew the son of Luke Lorance ; flashed from the bushes, and thy two he spared not the darling of the old brothers, and two of my sons fell; man's bosom, smite him and slay our enemies raised a loud shout, and him." And I looked upon the man four in number rushed out upon us, and knew him, and I rose from my discharging their pistols as they ad- seat, laid my hand on my sword, vanced. It was not courage—it was and' I shook' exceedingly ; my wife not rage-it was not devotion-it flew to my bosom, clasped her arms was not love of my children-but all around me, for she saw death and together that made me rush upon judgment in my looks, and said in a them ; a strength more than my own low voice: - Luke, if

ye reverence was in me, and none could withstand Him above, smite not this wretched me. But I fought for victory when man; the Lord hath stricken him victory was no longer desirable. My with madness, and hath sent him to elder children were mortally wound- thy door to show thee how just his ed, and my youngest, who had fought judgments are.' So I sat down aby my side, and saved my life, had gain, and the man looked stedfastly just strength to say,

Oh! my mo

at me for a moment, and uttering a ther, and dropt dying at my feet. groan, he threw himself at my feet, One, and one only of my enemies es- placed my right foot on his neck, caped, and lives to be pitied of God and besought the saints to receive his

On that little knoll were spirit. And I was moved and formy three fair sons and thy two bro- gave him; and ever since he has thers buried; thy sister never smiled dwelt with me—he carries me wood, nor held up her head again ; and and he brings me water; he sleeps at three flat tomb-stones mark out their my hearth, for a bed he will not lowly abode to the devout passenger touch; and should we call him at who visits this melancholy glen.” midnight or morn, he is ever ready

My own tears, and the tears of his to answer and obey. If he deprived only daughter fell fast during this me of a fair son, he preserved the life moving and remarkable tale ; he of my sweet daughter-how strange took my hand, and said, “ let us go God's ways seem to man. She was home, my brother, a tale such as on a visit to the lady of Ae, it was mine is a miserable welcome to a midnight, and she slept in an upper

and man.

chamber; the house caught fire, and —yet let the night be ever so rough was wrapt in flame when the cry of and wild, you will find him at twimy daughter was heard and there light, where you see him now, stretchwas none dared to rescue her. This ed upon the graves of my children, poor and miserable man was alarmed uttering moans, and making lamena by the flash of the light on the tations. I hope he has found mercy window where he lay; he came as if in God's eyes, and that his reason will wings had been given him, startled be restored before he sleeps in the the crowd through which he broke grave which I wish soon to be laid with a yell, and ran up the turret in.”-As we passed the little knoll, stair ; wrapped Martha in the bed he rose to his knees, took a smalí clothes, descended the same way, cross from his bosom, held it up bethough the stair stones were crack- tween him and the sky, and the sound ling under his feet, and placed her on of his loud and bewildered prayer his knees on the green, and wept and followed us to the threshold of Luke laughed with immeasurable joy. He Lorance, the Cameronian. knows that he has long had my forgive

Nalla. ness; nay, that he has won my love



When a portrait-painter has once degree of skill, fortitude, and patie advanced to the merit or fortune of ence. There is no subject, perhaps, being fashionable, his labours are on which opinion runs into more unsmooth and pleasant enough. He reasonable variations and caprices, paints with a name, and is admired than on this of likenesses in porby law. The question with his pa- traits ; a fact which is the more extrons is not, a head of an acquaint- traordinary, seeing that the matter ance, or a whole-length of a friend; is referable to definite rules and cerbut a portrait by Mr. Varnish. He tain grounds of comparison. We looks his sitters in the face with may allow people to differ as they confidence, neither confounded by please, whether Miss Juliet is as beauty, nor intimidated by ugliness. handsome as her cousin, or whether He commits to canvass the exact blue eyes are more beautiful than pig's-head of a certain nobleman black. These are points, interesting without offence, and copies out the as they may be, of mere taste and eyes of the lovely countess as much fancy, not to be controlled by any to her satisfaction as her glass. law, test, or measure. But the in “Who is that?” you ask-pointing finity of the Alderman's mouth, and to the head of a nan, or a woman, the bulk and bearings of his nose, are or a child. “ That is Mr. Varnish, questions of geometry, determinable you hear, and there can be no fur- with as much precision as the width ther question.

of the Thames, or the prominence of It is a very different sort of busi- Beachy Head. Nevertheless, comness, however, with the less favoured mit these objects to paper in their professors of the art, with those who just proportions--aye, even to an are required to make likenesses as inch, and you shall find not two of well as portraits. To transcribe li- his acquaintance agree to recognise terally the most impracticable coun- in them their friend

the Alderman. tenances, to fulfil the expectations The fact is, that eyes, nose, and of fastidious beauty, to pacify mouth, are among the least importthe alarms of captious ugliness, to ant marks from which many persons satisfy the partialities of blind orderive their impressions of certain microscopic affection, and finally, faces. Strangers, indeed, naturally to conciliate unanimity among the judge from these great cardinal signs, most obstinate elements of disagree- and they judge alike. Those who ment, are tasks requiring no common know nothing of a man but his face


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will very readily concur in one ver- be, are certainly not amenable to dict on his likeness, if an artist do brush and canvas. He may make a but tolerable justice to the broad perfect copy of all that he sees, and forms and arrangement of his fea- all that the whole world sees, in a tures. Of the fifty thousand people face; and yet meet with nothing but who look upon Mr. Stock, as he dissatisfaction and abuse on the part walks from his house to the Ex- of his employer, because he has change, there will not probably be omitted to notice some unutterable three who see any thing in his face piece of fancy-work, the sign perbut a pair of red eyes, and a strange, haps of a moment, perceptible only lawless mouth, kept open by a sort by two people on earth, and by them of tusks instead of teeth. With the only at chosen periods, probably, multitude, Miss A is invariably when it pleases the gentleman to put an elderly gentlewoman, sallow, and some unimaginable description squinting a little ; while Mr. Ć of smile. He may effect all that in is, without exception, a plain, black- the nature of things he can reasonlooking, man, with a hook nose. ably contend or hope for, and yet These individuals, however, bear a reap nothing but disappointment.very different aspect in the estima- “ Yes," a lady will say, “I freely tion of their friends. In several parts admit all that you contend for the of Northamptonshire, Miss A- is eyes are like, and the nose, and the said to be still pretty; and that lady mouth, and the chin–I cannot deny herself, with all her experience, won- it-the hair too, and the shape of the ders at nothing so much as to hear head, are to the life and yet, altopeople call Mr. C-plain. In gether, I can-not look at that face, countenances with which we are very and fancy it my husband." familiar, we often perceive a variety The artist may derive some comof minute and indefinable casts of fort in his disgraces, when he reexpression, many hints and shadows members, that there is no more unaof meaning, spirit, or affection, that nimity on the subject of living like are hidden from a hasty or indifferent nesses, than on the essays of his art. observer. That is the best part of The grounds of difference are the beauty," says Lord Bacon, “which same in either case. Every observer a picture cannot express,-no, nor a

is either blind to what others see, or first sight of the life.” These deep sees something that escapes their nosecrets, these intimacies of the coun- tice. You think that the Admiral is tenance, if I may call them so, have the very picture, in vulgar phrase, nothing to do with its grosser attri- of his brother; but, rely upon it, butes, as a thing of eyes, nose, and you will find no one else that sees the other features-yet, being connected slightest resemblance between them. frequently with certain characteristic You know, and will readily admit, peculiarities of understanding, tem- that the faces of the two have in per, and feeling, they are inseparably every feature a distinct form and blended with all our thoughts and character; but are ignorant, it may knowledge of an individual, and we be, that their perfect resemblance is consider them indispensable in any made out in your eyes merely by a portrait that assumes to be a just slight movement of the head in representation of him. Hence spring talking, which they have in common, all the anxieties and perplexities of and which nobody but yourself has the unfortunate artist. It is his fate taken the trouble to make himself fato please nobody, because he fails to miliar with. The human face has seize upon with precision, not the often been compared to a book, and, plain elements of which every head among other resemblances, it is in is composed, but those mysterious the same manner liable to be so en, lineaments, and fragile looks, which cumbered with the “ notæ variorum," no one pretends to define or explain, so disguised by new readings, and but which all concur in understands curious analysis, that Nature herself ing as indescribable “ somethings," might fail to know her own work, in “ nameless what shall we call 'em," the representations of her commen“ je ne scais quoi's," with other loose tators. What an infinite variety of definitions which, whatever they may opinions and feelings there is about

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