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ten, and very well written, by a soldier of the 71st regiment, in which there occurs a still more affecting, because a real picture, of circumstances exactly similar. I question whether there can be imagined a finer display of the quiet heroism of affection and principle, than is afforded in the long and resolute struggle which the poor parents maintain—the pinching penury and self-denial to which they voluntarily submit, in order that their child may be enabled to procure advantages of which themselves are destitute, and which, when obtained, cannot fail to give him thoughts and ideas such as must, in spite of nature, draw some line of separation between him and them. There cannot be a nobler instance of the neglect of self—a more striking exemplification of the sublimity of the affections. Nor can the conduct of the son himself be regarded as much less admirable. The solitary and secluded life to which he devotes so many youthful years the hard battle which he, too, must maintain against poverty, without any near voice of love to whisper courage into his bosom-the grief which he must feel when compelled to ask that which he well knows will be freely, but which, he too much fears, will be painfully given;--all these sorrows of poverty, united with those many sorrows and depressions which the merely intellectual part of a young student's existence must always be sufficient to create—the doubts and fears which must at times overcloud and darken the brightest intellect that ever expanded before the influence of exertion—the watching and tossing of over-excitement—the self-reproach of langorthe tightening of the heart-strings--and the blank wanderings of the brain—these things are enough to complete the gloomy foreground of a picture which would indeed require radiance in the distance to give it any measure of captivation. And yet these things are not more, unless books and men alike deceive


than are actually operating at this moment in the persons of a very great proportion of the young men whom I have seen at work in the class-rooms of

Band P-.*? Next to this serious dissertation,-we take up a view of an Edinburgh tea-party, or rout.'

'I was ushered into a room decently crowded with very welldrest people, and not having any suspicion that much amusement was likely to be had, I privately intended to make my bow to Mrs.--, and retire as soon as possible—for I had left a very snug party over their claret at my friend W-'s, and certainly thought I could spend the rest of the evening more agreeably with them, than at any such rout as I had yet met with in Edinburgh. I had not been long in the room, however, when I heard Mr. J-t announced, and as I had not seen him for some time, I resolved to stay, and, if possible, enjoy a little of his conversation in some corner. When he entered, I confess I was a good deal

* Playfair.

† Jeffrey.

struck with the different figure he made from what I had seen at C-gC-_k. Instead of the slovenly set-out which he then

green jacket, black neckcloth, and gray pantaloonsI have seldom seen a man more nice in his exterior than Mr. J- now seemed to be. His little person looked very neat in the way he had now adorned it. He had a very well-cut blue coatevidently not after the design of any Edinburgh artist-light kerseymere breeches, and ribbed silk stockings—a pair of elegant buckles-white kid gloves, and a tri-color watch-ribbon. He held his hat under his arm in a very degagée manner—and altogether he was certainly one of the last men in the assembly, whom a stranger would have guessed to be either a great lawyer or a great reviewer. In short, he was more of a Dandy than any great author I ever saw-always excepting Tom Moore and David Williams.

* Immediately after him, Dr. Bcame into the room, equipped in an equally fashionable, though not quite so splendid manner, and smiling on all around with the same mild, gentle air, which I had observed on his entrance to his lecture-room. Close upon his heels followed professor — * with a large moss-rose in his bosom. The professor made his obeisance to one or two ladies that stood near him, and then fixing himself close by the fire-place, assumed an aspect of blank abstraction, which lasted for many minutes without the least alteration. The expression of his massy features and large gray eyes, rolling about while he stood in this attitude, was so solemn, that nothing could have formed a more amusing contrast to the light and smiling physiognomies of the less contemplative persons around him. I saw that Mr. Jwas eyeing him all the while with a very quizzical air, and indeed heard him whisper something about heat, to lady — with whom he was conversing, which I fear could have been nothing more innocent than some sarcasm against the ruminating philosopher. For my part, I now perceived plainly, that I was in a rout of no ordinary character, and, rubbing my spectacles, prepared to make the best use of my

time. While I was studying very attentively the fine hemispherical development of the organ of causality, in the superior part of Mr. L-'s head, I heard the name of the earl of B-t travelling up the stair-case, from the mouth of one lackey to that of another, and looked round with some curiosity to see the brother of the celebrated chancellor E- His lordship came into the room with a quick and hurried step, which one would not have expected from the venerable appearance of his white hairs—the finest white hairs, by the way, I ever saw, and curling in beautiful ringlets all down his shoulders. I could easily trace a strong family resemblance to his brother, although the earl has much the

* Leslie.

† Buchan.

| Erskine.

advantage, in so far as mere beauty of lineament is concerned. I do not remember to have seen a more exquisite old head, and think it is no wonder that so many portraits have been painted of him by the artists of Edinburgh. The features are all perfect; but the greatest beauty is in his clear blue eyes, which are chased in his head in a way that might teach something to the best sculptor in the world. Neither is there any want of expression in these fine features; although, indeed, they are very far from conveying any thing like the same ideas of power and penetration, which fall from the overhanging shaggy eye-brows of his brother. The person of the old earl is also very good; his legs, in particular, are well shaped, and wonderfully muscular in their appearance, considering their length of service.

' He ran up immediately to professor — with whom he seemed to be on terms of infinite familiarity, and began to talk about the new plan for a grand national monument in Scotland, in honour of the conclusion of the late war. “My dear professor, said he," you must really subscribe-your name, you know, merely your name. As the duke of Sussex says to myself, in a letter I received from his royal highness only this morning, upon this very subject-lady B—'s nephew is aide-de-camp to his royal highness, and he is particularly kind and attentive on my account - His royal highness says, he has just taken the liberty (he does me too much honour,) to put me down as one of the committee. My dear lord Bare his royal highness's words, we positively can't go on without you—you must give us your nameNow do, professor, do give us your name.

And then, without looking or waiting for the worthy professor's reply, his lordship passed across the room to Mr. J- and seizing him by the button, and whispering close into his ear, began making the very same request (for I could catch the words “ duke of Sussex,”) in, I doubt not, the same phrase. But he stopped not for the reply of

any more than for that of professor L-; and after looking round the room for a single moment, he vanished through a folding-door into an inner apartment, where, from some preparatory screams of a violin that reached my ear, I had no doubt there was about to be an interlude of concert, to break the intense seriousness of thought, supposed to be inseparable from the keen intellectual collisions of a conversazione,

On looking into the room which had just received lord B. I observed him take his place among a row of musical cognoscenti, male and female, who already occupied a set of chairs disposed formally all around the centre of enchantment. By and bye, a young lady began thumping on the piano-forte, and I guessed, from the exquisite accompaniment of Mr. Yaniewicz, that it was her design to treat us with some of the beautiful airs in the don Giovanni of Mozart. Nothing, however, could be more utterly distressing, than the mode in which the whole of her performance

Mr. J

murdered that divine masterpiece, unless, indeed, it might be the nauseous sing-song of compliments, which the ignorance or the politeness of the audience thundered out upon its conclusion,

"After this blessed consummation had restored to us the free use of our limbs and tongues, (I say free-for in spite of nods, and whispers of rebuke, administered by some of the dowagers, our silence had never been much more complete than the music merit. ed,) I joined a small party, which had gradually clustered around Mr. Je, and soon found that the redoubtable critic had been so unfortunate as to fall into an ambush laid to entrap him by a skilful

party of bluestocking tirailleures. There he was pinioned up against the wall, and listening with a greater expression of misery than I should have supposed to be compatible with his Pococurante disposition to the hints of one, the remarks of another, the suggestion of a third, the rebuke of a fourth, the dissertation of a fifth, and last, not least, in this cruel catalogue of inflictions, to the question of a sixth. “Well now, Mr. Je don't you agree with me, in being decidedly of opinion, that Mr. S- is the true author of the Tales of my Landlord? O Lord!—they're so like Mr. S, some of the stories-one could almost believe one heard him telling them. Could not you do the same, Mr. J

– The shrug of ineffable derision which Mr. Jvainly endeavoured to keep down, in making some inaudible reply of two syllables to this, did not a whit dismay another, who forthwith began to ply him with query upon query, about the conduct of lord B, in deserting his wife—and whether or not, he (Mr._) considered it likely, that lord B—had had himself, (lord B-) in his

eye, in drawing the character of the Corsair—" and oh, now Mr. J-, don't you think Gulnare so romantic a name? I wish I had been christened Gulnare. Can people change their names, Mr. J--, without an estate?”—“ Why, yes, Ma'am,” replied the critic-after a most malicious pause, “ by being married."'-* * * *“ Mr. -" exclaimed a fierce-looking damsel with a mop head~" I insist upon hearing if you have read Peter Bell—will you ever be convinced? Shall I ever be able to persuade you? Can you deny the beauty of the white sapling

as white as cream? Can you be blind to the pathetic incident of the poor ass kneeling under the blows of the cruel, hard-hearted, odious Peter? Can you be blind to the charm of the boat?”?

(“Why-oh-the laker has made a good deal of his tub“Twin sister to the Crescent- Moon." ;

“ Ah! naughty man, you are incorrigible~I'll go speak to Mr. Wn*."

' I looked round, and saw Mr. W. He had a little book of fishing-flies in his hand, and was loudly and sonorously explaining the beauty of a bit of grizzled hackle on the wings of one of

* Wilson.

them to Mr. M-.* My venerable friend seemed to be listening with the deepest interest to what he said, but the young lady broke in upon their conversation with the utmost intrepidity. I could just hear enough of what passed, to be satisfied, that the brother poet made as light of the matter as the adverse critic. I suspect, that from the cruelty of Peter Bell's bludgeon, she made a transition to the cruelty of killing poor innocent trouts; but before that subject had time to be adequately discussed, supper was announced, and I descended close behind Mr. J—, who had a lady upon each arm, one all the way down discussing the bank restriction bill, and the other displaying equal eloquence in praise of " that delightful—that luminous article in the last number upon the Corn Laws.'

The sketches of the principal men at the bar, was given in this Journal, some time since, from Blackwood's Magazine, where it had appeared by anticipation; we pass it over, therefore, and find the following traits of the judges of the court of session.

* There would be no end of it, were I to begin telling you anecdotes about lord Hermand. I hear a new one every day; for he alone furnishes half the materials of conversation to the young groups of stove-school wits, of which I have already said a word or two in describing the Outer-House. There is one, however, which I must venture upon. When Guy Mannering came out, the judge was so much delighted with the picture of the life of the old Scotish lawyers in that most charming novel, that he could talk of nothing else but Pleydell, Dandie, and the High Jinks, for many weeks. He usually carried one volume of the book about with him, and one morning, on the bench, his love for it so completely got the better of him, that he lugged in the subject, head and shoulders, into the midst of a speech about some most dry point of law—nay, getting warmer every moment he spoke of it, he at last fairly plucked the volume from his pocket, and, in spite of all the remonstrances of all his brethren, insisted upon reading aloud the whole passage for their edification. He went through the task with his wonted vivacity; gave great effect to every speech, and most appropriate expression to every joke; and when it was done, I suppose the court would have no difficulty in confessing that they had very seldom been so well entertained. During the whole scene, Mr. W. S-was present, seated, indeed, in his official capacity, close under the judge.

Like almost all the old Scotish lawyers, lord Hermand is no less keen in farming than in law, and in the enjoyment of good company. Formerly it was looked upon as quite inconsistent with the proper character of an advocate, to say nothing of a judge, to want some piece of land, the superintendance of the cultivation of which, might afford an agreeable, no less than profitable relaxa* McKenzie.

+ Walter Scott.

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