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1 imagined they were a fishing party, ing like the trumpet call, as she exand stood on the ship's side sur- claimed, · Wretches, I am her moveying them as they came swiftly ther,'-seemed to wither their hearts onwards. When they were opposite and chain their hands. us, a figure rose from the bottom “ At the sound of her voice Borthof the rearward boat, drew a bow; wick flew from the other side of the and at the moment I heard the shaft ship, where he had with difficulty sing, I felt it strike deep into my repelled another attack, and mutterthigh. I cried aloud with the pain; ing a deep imprecation, rushed toand as I leaned against the rail, i wards her with his cutlass waving saw eight or ten arıned men start up about his head, till it whistled like from the bottom of each boat, and the falcon's wing. I hope an act of shouting out, - Macleod ! Macleod !' virtue will redeem the sin I unwillthey made for the vessel side. Our ingly committed in keeping company captain and men were instantly in with those wretches:--another momotion, and with pistol and cut- ment-and before her kinsmen, who lass crowded the deck, and endea. now ascended the deck on all sides, voured to repel the attack which could have come to her assistance, commenced on all sides at once. I her head had been cleft:-just as the never before or after beheld an at- blade was in its fatal descent, a ball tack so fiercely madle. The islanders, from my pistol arrested his career for inured to arms, and accustomed to ever, and stretched him lifeless on the dangers of sea and rock, forced the deck at her feet. . I could not their way once or twice upon deck, help uttering a shout of joy, and but were instantly repulsed, and for giving an ineffectual tug at the ara while I imagined the pirates would row, which stood fixed in my thigh, prevail. The islanders lashed seve- tumed my face from them, and said, ral of their boats together, and six Now I' die contented. The conmen abreast sought to scale the side test was soon over; the pirates were -shots and stabs were eagerly given cut down on all sides. "The Highfrom above and from below; and the land wrath was kindled, and nothing mariners, armed with long board- but blood could appease it. As they ing pikes, fought desperately and walked among the slain, one of them well.

observed me, and drawing his sword, “ As I lay wounded and bleeding, surveyed me for the death-stroke. and looking on this fierce contest, I The mother and her daughter came beheld the mother of the maiden we at that instant from below--the had carried away, with a pistol in former interposed with a scream, and her girdle, and a spear in her hand. said, as she laid her arms softly She flew to her kinsmen, who had about me, “Harm him not, harm that momeut recoiled from the attack; him not,--this sweet and blessed boy and, stamping her foot, exclaimed, has saved my life this morn-he has • Are ye men, and dread the spear been borne away from a mother's and the pistol of wretches such as bosom, and can feel for a mother's these ?-I have suffered wrongs wrongs. But bless thee, my child, might make heroes of ordinary men thou art sore wounded - the arrow of ---yet you are less than men--if you the avenger is in thy flesh: here, were women, you would follow me kinsmen, hold his hands and his feet, --but alove I will go, and eternal till I withdraw the weapon and reshame befal you!'-and with gleam- deem him from death.' Having cut ing eyes, and streaming hair, and a away the cloth, she touched the weacry of indescribable agony, she flew pon with a gentle and a skilful hand, to the ship, and in a moment mount- and, after a sharp pang or two, reed the deck. The mariners seemed moved it from the wound. • Here,' overawed by her presence and by her she said, Flora, my daughter, lay wrongs, and recoiled a step or two: thy young lips to this deep wound, --I never beheld a figure so grandly and suck forth the venom of the rusty heroic. Her dilated and tlashing dart, which hath harmed thy delivereves, her form, which appeared to er.' And the maiden knelt down, apexpand as she confronted her ene- plied two soft red lips to the wound, mies, and her voice, losing at once its and then bound it up, and I felt soft and maternal tones, and resound- greatly reliered.

""We have slain a crew of ma- pery deck. Let her riches be sunk rauders,' said one islander, and have in the deep sea, and her timbers contaken the vessel which has wrought sumed with fire-or the wrath of so much woe among the western isles Heaven may find us -and I, Donald -let us hoist the pennon of the Mac- Macmurrach, have spoken it." • Let leod top-mast high, and bear the ship us consume it then with fire,' shouthome as a trophy. The spoil of sil- ed the islanders, since our Seer has ver and of gold we also will divide said it;' and as they spoke, fire was among us.' Who talks of their ship thrown upon deck, and applied to for a trophy, and their riches for å the dry timber in the cabin: the spoil?' said another islander, in whom flame, seizing the sides, flew upwards I recognised the Seer of the island- to the sails, and a long broad stream spring Cursed be the hand that of glowing and pitchy light followed felled the timber, the hand that us far on our homeward way through framed it into a ship, and the hand the ocean. Such was my first marithat launched it upon the ocean : ac- time adventure-and such the end of cursed are its deeds, accursed are its the pirates and their vessel.” gains, and accursed are they who

NALCA shall man again her bloody and slip

BRACEBRIDGE-HALL, BY THE AUTHOR OF THE SKETCH-BOOK.*

We have too long neglected to no- a later age. Then the sudden leap tice Bracebridge-hall

, which, as the from this gorgeous poetry to the work of one of the agreeable and po- rapid and delightful prose narratives pular writers of the age, claims to be which have lately crowded forth, has regarded in a journal, which profes- done much for the author: and, per. ses to record all that is interesting haps, the very stifling of his name or remarkable in English literature has gone far towards securing him There is no one, perhaps, of the pre- his title. The secret has been adsent day, who is so little indebted mirably unkept. It has not been for his success to a daring man- proclaimed, but diffused as mysterinerism, or an affected originality, as ously, as could be desired. Tales Mr. Geoffrey Crayon; and this choice have been told of the author's selfand elevation of a writer who aims denial, of the King's curiosity avd at nothing beyond uttering what surmises, of the profound secrecy he thinks and feels in the clearest of the writing and printing, of the and most unaffected style, seems to publisher preserving one of the wrius tu be an assertion of a better ter’s pens in a glass case! Nothing, taste and feeling in the public. The in short, has so much conduced to success of many of our present po. the fame and name of the Baronet as pular writers is easily to be account- the certainty with which the public ed for. It is not strange that Sir regards him as the Great Unknown.es Walter Scott should have realized It is not to be disputed, that Sir his fame, his fortune, and his ba- Walter is a man of vast genius and ronetoy:--for he wrote directly at the various talent; but it is, we thinky romantic and the picturesque, and undeniable, that his popularity has singled out from the times of chi- been excited by arts, which are not valry all that would dazzle and strictly essential to the true dignity captivate the modern reader, and of the literary character. Lord By gave it an existence as of this ron's popularity is certainly as easily day. The hero of old romance was explicable..

, His title, his youth, his brightened up and placed in the classic riches, culled in a classic land, most enchanting scenery and situa- his apparent hopes and mysterious tions; and his chivalrous and attrac- sorrow, his return-blow to the Reviewtive habits were ingeniously blended ers-these first took poetical readwith modern grace and the polish of ers captive. He has maintained his

* Bracebridge-hall, or the Humourists, by Geoffrey Crayon, Esq. author of the Sketch-book, 2 vols. 8vo. Murray. 1822.

place by his reckless disregard of the humble man, living perhaps - in an world and its old proprieties. Moore obscure lodging, may sway with his was at first read, because he was pen the destinies of a country !---The proclaimed to be one whom no one author of the Sketch-book has cershould read. Wordsworth, Cole tainly done very much towards ceridge, and Southey, rang their own menting the friendship, of his own peal of popularity, and humanely nation and ours. England respects explained each other to the world. American talent and modesty-and It would be no difficult thing to go America kindly regards English hothrough the list of modern writers, nour and hospitality. and point out some glaring affecta- We have (as which of us has not) tion, or studied singularity, by which our favourite papers in the Sketch they severally rose into distinction. book, and we cannot resist hastily

The author of the Sketch-book recurring to them ; although we by owes his popularity to no unworthy no means insist upon their superioriarts. He has become known only by ty over their interesting companions ; the force, simplicity, and truth of his for we have heard too many differing works. And if he be not led aside opinions on the subject, and from by the common temptations of his persons of feeling and taste too, to present elevation, he may rest con- be obstinate in our own choice. The tented, that the world will not easily volumes have been very generally forget one whom it has so slowly read, and very generally admiredand disinterestedly noticed and re and we have no doubt, that there is garded. He may be proud of his scarcely a paper that has not its honestly-earned popularity. He champion, ready to stand or fall in made no offerings of old armour and its cause. The Tales of Rip Van costly apparel at the shrine of Fame. Winkle, and Sleepy Hollow, are rich His muse had no coronet mark in the extravagances of character and hucorner of her kerchief. He wrote no mour-but their wonders and mar, forbidden books-professed not to be yels are rather unmanageable in the wiser or more humane than the author's hands, and jostle unpleasantworld, or to build up a system of ly with the dry and stiff vigour of the universal love and harmony. He laid characters. The Pride of the Village two quiet unassuming volumes be- is a most affecting and natural story; fore the public, and left them to live the account of the Girl's parting or die as they should deserve. They with her young Soldier is full of are not yet dead.

tenderness and pathos. The openThe Sketch-book; of all the books ing description of the funeral, which written in the present writing age,--is calls for the explanation, and then the freest from those little book-mak= the gradual recital of the events leading arts, which betray the author's at- ing finally to the funeral again, is tempts to spin out his pages to the ad- extremely touching. The tale seems vantage of his purse. The essays which bounded by death You cannot lose it contains are all, what they profess sight of the grave throughout, but to be, brief and natural sketches see it in all the little endearments of customs, manners, and charac- and hopes of the young girl-in her ters. They are, perhaps; a little fair virtues-her hapless separation. too favourable towards the English The whole beauty of the tale is softand their country; but this amiable ened by Fate—and you seem to read it flattery may be attributed to the fair to the tolling of a funeral bell. The anxiety in a young, intelligent, and Broken Heart is more generally adardent American to escape from na- mired, but we own it appears to us less tional prejudices, and to do all in his natural-less simple--less unaffected. power to foster amity and deaden old It is the record of an unfortunate atanimosities. The good likely to re- tachment between two young persons sult from the exertions of this indivi- in Ireland, whose names are too well dual is, in our opinion, incalculable: known to require their repetition and one of the noblest compliments to here. There is something of the the power of the human mind is the Irish style in the manner of relating amazing influence which it has over

the story.

The excessive prevails. the feuds and attachments of neigh- -We say this, with great submisbouring and even distant nations. An sion, because the title and the subVol. VI.

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ject have long since secured all fe- warm friends of Bracebridge-halt. male readers as admirers--and we The difficulties of keeping a long know that an unfortunate expression story alive seem to trouble the auof distaste often embitters a drawing. thor; and although there are many room for life. The present Lord sprightly and natural sketches, and Chancellor, from having hazarded several diverting: characters, some fatal opinion concerning Ma- think we detect, with regret, that Mr. dame Catalani and her music, has Murray and Mr. Davison have had never been able to hold up his head their influence over Mr. Crayon; since.The Royal Poet is a romantic and each page of his work now seems picture of James. The papers upon to have a value set upon it by the Stratford-on-Avon-the Boar's-head author and the bookseller, quite disTavern in Eastcheap-and Christ- tinct from that which it gains from mas, "are inimitable: they have a the world's love. The printing is fine Shakspearian spirit about them, wide and magnificent ;-the humour and are

more like realities than is spun out, as though it were intendessays.—The observations on Shal- ed to be more than its own exceeding low, Falstaff, and Silence, are your great reward. The quotations and only commentaries worth reading, mottoes pay their way. In short, or worthy of the subject. The Lucy the temptations to which, at the Family, and the Mansion, are unveiled opening of these short and hasty reas by a magic hand-and you look marks, we cautiously alluded, have fairly into antlered halls and for had a certain triumph-and Bracemal picture galleries. Westminster bridge-ball is in consequence not só Abbey is a little too sentimental: ingenuous and unaffected a work as such a subject should suggest its the Sketch-book. own orderly style--and yet how sel- . But though the present production, dom we find a writer treat it quietly in comparison with one of its prede and with a staid solemnity-leaving cessors, suffers a fall, let it not be it to assert its own awfulness. Little supposed that it has not much in it Britain is, indeed, an admirable to delight and pleasure the reader. paper: the Lambs and the Trotters The plan of it is simple, perhaps, for stand pre-eminent in civic glory. a story, too sketchy. The BraceWhat a contest of city bravery ! bridge family, to whom the reader What a struggle for splendour! The was introduced in the former work, banishment of the butcher's pipe is are here led through two volumes, and niearly as portentous as that of Corio- the whole of their lives is carefully Janus! The mounting of the plumes unfolded. The chapters, or essays, in the bonnets of the Trotters is are entitled and mottoed as in the winged-triumph complete! The Sketch-book; and, as they severally Country Church is also admirably treat of some particular subject, we written, allowing something for its shall not regularly, runthread them, aristocratic feeling: : The flashing but notice only such as have particuthrough the gravel of the coachwheels -larly interested us. The attempt to of the vain family-and the pulling continue a narrative through a series up of the horses suddenly upon their of essays, is, perhaps, the main fault haunches at the church door-are of this book is the characters seem to facts. We have written without dawdle and hang about without'a having the books before us to recur to, purpose, while the title of the chapbut we'rather think we have spoken ter is being fulfilled. of the major part of the essays con- Family Servants are well described. tained in them. We should not for- The housekeeper is fit to take her get the Spectre Bridegroom, which is place in the hall of Sir - Roger De quite dramatic ! There are a few Coverley. Her niece, Phoebe Wilinferior papers, which we will not kins, is too much of the novel breed. particularize,-but these are to be The widow, Lady Lillycraft, is writexpected. A pack of cards does not ten with infinite pains, and is worthy consist of fifty-two aces of spades. the patience and care of the work

Having thus spoken of the Sketch- manship. Her inveterate regard of book, we shall be excused, even by the King “ as an elegant young the author himself, we think, if we man," and her attachment to Sir do not profess ourselves to be such Charles Grandison, are very charac

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teristic. Julia Templeton ("s an ill a brown coat parted behind, and the phrase,-a vile phrase that!") is un-. full view of the broad disk of a pair worthy the author. Christy the of drab breeches !-What a creation Huntsman, and Master Simon, are out of nothing !-The chapter on fellows of some mark and likelihood, Forest Trees is interesting. But the and do well for the parts they are long story of the Student of Salacalled upon to act. An Old Soldier manca is unaccountably dull for a introduces the character of General Spanish tale. Harbottle, but not successfully. In We have slightly gone through the the chapter entitled the Widow's first volume; we must more slightly Retinue, we have the two best and pass through the second. The chappleasantest characters in the whole ter on May-Day Customs is agreework--the pet-dogs, Zephyr and ably and lightly written. Slingsby, Beauty. Zephyr is “ fed out of all the Schoolmaster, is a capital fellow. shape and comfort; his eyes are He reminds us a little of long Ichanearly strained out of his head; he bod Crane in the legend of Sleepy wheezes with corpulency, and cannot Hollow, but Tom Slingsby is “ a walk without great difficulty.” Ze- man of his own." His “School” is phyr is familiar to us but who does sufficiently didactic. The story of not know Beauty?" He is a little, Annette Delarbre is much in the style old, grey-muzzled curmudgeon, with of the Pride of the Village, but it is an unhappy eye, that kindles like a more laboured, and less purely pathecoal if you only look at him; his nose tic. The conclusion is not death, but turns up; his mouth is drawn into it is madness, arising from grief, suhwrinkles, so as to show his teeth ; in dued by the return of a lover. This short, he has altogether the look of a was a dangerous incident to manage, dog far gone in misanthropy, and to- but the author has shown great skill tally sick of the world. When he in the work. There are several walks, he has his tail curled up so tight sketchy succeeding chapters, not rethat it seems to lift his feet from the markable for any peculiar spirit or ground." This is Beauty! The story interest; and then follows a long of the Stout Gentleman is in excellent unwieldy narrative, called Dolph spirit! and humour, and is in itself Heyliger, which carries us to the equal to anything in the former pro- Wedding, and the end of the book. ductions of the author. It is the ac- The author, in his farewell (we know count of a fat important personage at what literary farewells are), speaks in a traveller's inn, never seen but in a warm and kindly tone of our counhis effect upon others. Eggs, and try, and, seems to have in his heart ham, and toast, go up to the stout that great object which we considered gentleman's room :---the chamber- him as so well calculated to advance maid comes out all of a fluster, com- the friendships of the Old and New plaining of the rudeness of the stout England. gentleman in No. 13. The Jandlady In our account of Bracebridge-hall, goes up to him like a fury-+and re- we have referred to its contents in a turns in smiles. The stout gentle- way that must show we consider our man is walking over-head-two huge readers to be familiar with them. If we boots are standing near the door of had never read the Sketch-book, we No. 13. · Visions of stout gentlemen should have thought twice as highly haunt the author all vight--and by of the present work;-which, with all the day, noises are heard- and á its faults of haste, and sketchiness, voice calls for the gentleman's um- and repetition, is an agreeable and brella in No. 13. The horn blowst interesting production, and may well the stout gentleman is going for ever be put on the shelves of those who tra rush to the window is the result patronize pleasantly-written and welland all that is seen is the skirt of printed books.

Hele virl,!!!

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