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those creatures nibble the wild-flowers, became and soiled it with the ashes of repentance now more frequent-trodden lines, almost as walking with her eyes on the ground as she plain as sheep-paths, showed that the dam again entered the kirk-yet not fearing to lift had not led her young into danger; and now them up to heaven during the prayer. Her the brushwood dwindled away into straggling sadness inspired a general pity—she was exshrubs, and the party stood on a little eminence cluded from no house she had heart to visit above the stream, and forming part of the no coarse comment, no ribald jest accomstrath.
panied the notice people took of her baby-no There had been trouble and agitation, much licentious rustic presumed on her frailty ; for sobbing and many tears, among the multitude, the pale, melancholy face of the nursing while the mother was scaling the cliffs-sub- mother, weeping as she sung the lullaby, lime was the shout that echoed afar the mo- forbade all such approach-and an universal ment she reached the eyrie—then had suc- sentiment of indignation drove from the parish ceeded a silence deep as death-in a little the heartless and unprincipled seducer-if all while arose that hymning prayer, succeeded had been known, too weak word for his crime by mute supplication-the wildness of thank-—who left thus to pine in sorrow, and in ful and congratulatory joy had next its sway- shame far worse than sorrow, one who till her and now that her salvation was sure, the great unhappy fall had been held up by every crowd rustled like a wind-swept wood. And mother as an example to her daughters. for whose sake was all this alternation of agony? Never had she striven to cease to love her A poor humble creature, unknown to many betrayer—but she had striven-and an apeven by name-one who had had but few peased conscience had enabled her to do so friends, nor wished for more-contented to to think not of him now that he had deserted work all day, here-there-anywhere-that her for ever, Sometimes his image, as well she might be able to support her aged mother in love as in wrath, passed before the eye of and her child-and who on Sabbath took her her heart—but she closed it in tears of blood, seat in an obscure pew, set apart for paupers, and the phantom disappeared. Thus all the in the kirk.
love towards him that slept--but was not dead “ Fall back, and give her fresh air," said the -arose in yearnings of still more exceeding old minister of the parish; and the ring of love towards her child. Round its head was close faces widened round her lying as in gathered all hope of comfort-of peace-of death. “Gie me the bonny bit bairn into my reward of her repentance. One of its smiles arms,” cried first one mother and then another, was enough to brighten up the darkness of a and it was tenderly handed round the circle of whole day. In her breast-on her knee-in its kisses, many of the snooded maidens bathing cradle, she regarded it with a perpetual prayer. its face in tears. “There's no a single scratch And this feeling it was, with all the overwhelmabout the puir innocent, for the Eagle, you see, ing tenderness of affection, all the invigoratmaun hae struck its talons into the lang claes ing power of passion, that, under the hand of and the shawl. Blin', blin' maun they be who God, bore her up and down that fearful mounsee not the finger o’ God in this thing !" tain's brow, and after the hour of rescue and
Hannah started up from her swoon--and, deliverance, stretched her on the greensward looking wildly round cried, “Oh! the Bird-- like a corpse. the Bird !-the Eagle-the Eagle !—The Eagle The rumour of the miracle circled the has carried off my bonny wee Walter-is there mountain's base, and a strange story without nane to pursue ?" A neighbour put her baby names had been told to the Wood-ranger of the into her breast; and shutting her eyes, and Cairn-Forest, by a wayfaring man. Anxious smiting her forehead, the sorely bewildered to know what truth there was in it, he crossed creature said in a low voice, “ Am I wauken- the hill, and making his way through the suloh! tell me if I'm wauken-or if a' this be but len crowd, went up to the eminence, and bethe wark o' a fever.”
held her whom he had so wickedly ruined, Hannah Lamond was not yet twenty years and so basely deserted. Hisses, and groans, old, and although she was a mother-and you and hootings, and fierce eyes, and clenched may guess what a mother-yet-frown not, hands assailed and threatened him on every fair and gentle reader-frown not, pure and side. stainless as thou art—to her belonged not the His heart died within him, not in fear, but sacred name of wife—and that baby was the in remorse. What a worm he felt himself to child of sin and shame-yes-"the child of be! And fain would he have become a worm misery, baptized in tears !" She had loved that, to escape all that united human scorn, he trusted-been betrayed--and deserted. In sor- might have wriggled away in slime into some row and solitude-uncomforted and despised — hole of the earth. But the meek eye of Hanshe bore her burden. Dismal had been the nah met his in forgivenessman un-upbraiding hour of travail-and she feared her mother's tear-a faint smile of love. All his better naheart would have broken, even when her own ture rose within him, all his worse nature was was cleft in twain. But how healing is for- quelled. “Yes, good people, you do right to giveness—alike to the wounds of the forgiving cover me with your scorn. But what is your and the forgiven! And then Hannah knew scorn to the wrath of God? The Evil One that, although guilty before God, her guilt was has often been with me in the woods; the not such as her fellow-creatures deemed it- same voice that once whispered me to murder for there were dreadful secrets which should her—but here I am-not to offer retributionnever pass her lips against the father of her for that may not-will not-must not be-guilt child. So she bowed down her young head, I must not mate with innocence. But here I
proclaim that innocence. I deserve death, and twenty-four hours' purchase. Never was there I am willing here, on this spot, to deliver my- a single hound in all Lord Darlington's packs, self into the hands of justice. Allan Calder since his lordship became a mighty hunter, I call on you to seize your prisoner.”
with nostrils so fine as those of that feathered The moral sense of the people, when in- fiend, covered though they be with strong hairs structed by knowledge and enlightened by re- or bristles, that grimly adorn a bill of formiligion, what else is it but the voice of God! dable dimensions, and apt for digging out eyeTheir anger subsided into a stern satisfaction socket and splitting skull-suture of dying man —and that soon softened, in sight of her who, or beast. That bill cannot tear in pieces like alone aggrieved, alone felt nothing but forgive the eagle's beak, nor are its talons so powerful ness, into a confused compassion for the man to smite as to compress—but a better bill for who, bold and bad as he had been, had under-cut-and-thrust-push, carte, and tierce the gone many solitary torments, and nearly fallen dig dismal and the plunge profound-belongs in his uncompanioned misery into the power to no other bird. It inflicts great gashes ; nor of the Prince of Darkness. The old clergy- needs the wound to be repeated on the same man, whom all reverenced, put the contrite spot. Feeder foul and obscene! to thy nostril man's hand in hers, whom he swore to love upturned “ into the murky air, sagacious of and cherish all his days. And, ere summer thy quarry from afar," sweeter is the scent of was over, Hannah was the mistress of a fami- carrion, than to the panting lover's sense and ly, in a house not much inferior to a Manse. soul the fragrance of his own virgin's breath Her mother, now that not only her daughter's and bosom, when, lying in her innocence in reputation was freed from stain, but her inno- his arms, her dishevelled tresses seem laden cence also proved, renewed her youth. And with something more ethereally pure than although the worthy schoolmaster, who told “Sabean odours from the spicy shores of us the tale so much better than we have been Araby the Blest.” able to repeat it, confessed that the wood- The Raven dislikes all animal food that has ranger never became altogether a saint-nor not a deathy smack. It cannot be thought acquired the edifying habit of pulling down that he has any reverence or awe of the mysthe corners of his mouth, and turning up the tery of life. Neither is he a coward; at least, whites of his eyes—yet he assured us, that he not such a coward as to fear the dying kick never afterwards heard any thing very seri- of a lamb or sheep. Yet so long as his vicously to his prejudice~that he became in due tim can stand, or sit, or lie in a strong struggle, time an elder of the kirk-gave his children a the raven keeps aloof-hopping in a circle religious education-erring only in making that narrows and narrows as the sick animal's rather too much of a pet of his eldest born, nostrils keep dilating in convulsions, and its whom, even when grown up to manhood, he eyes grow dimmer and more dim. When the never called by any other name than the prey is in the last agonies, croaking, he leaps Eaglet.
upon the breathing carcass, and whets his bill upon his own blue-ringed legs, steadied by
claws in the fleece, yet not so fiercely inserted THIRD CANTICLE.
as to get entangled and fast. With his large
level-crowned head bobbing up and down, and THE RAVEN! In a solitary glen sits down on turned a little first to one side and then to ana stone the roaming pedestrian, beneath the other, all the while a self-congratulatory leer hush and gloom of a thundery sky that has in his eye, he unfolds his wings, and then folds not yet begun to growl, and hears no sounds them again, twenty or thirty times, as if dubibut that of an occasional big rain-drop plash- ous how to begin to gratify his lust of blood; ing on the bare bent; the crag high overhead and frequently, when just on the brink of consometimes utters a sullen groan—the pilgrim, summation, jumps off side, back, or throat, starting, listens, and the noise is repeated, but and goes dallying about, round and round, instead of a groan, a croak-croak-croak! and off to a small safe distance, scenting, almanifestly from a thing with life. A pause most snorting, the smell of the blood running of silence! and hollower and hoarser the cold, colder, and more cold. At last the poor croak is heard from the opposite side of the wretch is still ; and then, without waiting till glen. Eyeing the black sultry heaven, he it is stiff, he goes to work earnestly and pasfeels the warm plash on his face, but sees no sionately, and taught by horrid instinct how to bird on the wing. By and by, something black reach the entrails, revels in obscene gluttony, lifts itself slowly and heavily up from a preci- and preserves, it may be, eye, lip, palate, and pice, in deep shadow; and before it has cleared brain, for the last course of his meal, gorged the rock-range, and entered the upper region to the throat, incapacitated to return thanks, of air, he knows it to be a Raven. The crea- and with difficulty able either to croak or ture seems wroth to be disturbed in his soli- to fly. tude, and in his strong straight-forward flight The Raven, it is thought, is in the habit of aims at the head of another glen; but he living upwards of a hundred years, perhaps a wheels round at the iron barrier, and, alight- couple of centuries. Children grow into girls, ing among the heather, folds his huge massy girls into maidens, maidens into wives, wives wings, and leaps about as if in anger, with into widows, widows into old decrepit crones, the same savage croak-croak-croak! No and crones into dust; and the Raven who other bird so like a demon-and should you wons at the head of the glen, is aware of all chance to break a leg in the desert, and be the births, baptisms, marriages, death-beds, unable to crawl to a hut, your life is not worth and funerals. Certain it is at least so men
say—that he is aware of the death-beds and insheathed! First a drab duffle cloak-then a the funerals. Often does he flap his wings drab wraprascal—then a drab broad-cloth coat, against door and window of hut, when the made in the oldest fashion-then a drab waistwretch within is in extremity, or, sitting on coat of the same—then a drab under-waistcoat the heather-roof, croaks horror into the dying of thinner mould—then a linen-shirt, somedream. As the funeral winds its way towards what drabbish-hen a flannel-shirt, entirely the mountain cemetery he hovers aloft in the so, and most odorous to the nostrils of the air-mor, swooping down nearer to the bier, members of the Red Tarn Club. All this precedes the corpse like a sable sauley. must have taken a couple of days at the least; While the party of friends are carousing in so, supposing the majority of members assemthe house of death, he, too, scorning funeral. bled about eight a. M. on the Sabbath morning, baked meats, croaks hoarse hymns and dismal it must have been well on to twelve o'clock on dirges as he is devouring the pet-lamb of the Monday night before the club could have comlittle grandchild of the deceased. The shep- fortably sat down to supper. During these two herds maintain that the Raven is sometimes denuding days, we can well believe that the Presiheard to laugh. Why not, as well as the dent must have been hard put to it to keep the hyena? Then it is that he is most diabolical, secretary, treasurer, chaplain, and other officefor he knows that his laughter is prophetic of bearers, ordinary and extraordinary members, human death. True it is, and it would be in- from giving a sly dig at Obadiah's face, so justice to conceal the fact, much more to deny tempting in the sallow hue and rank smell of it, that Ravens of old fed Elijah; but that was the first corruption. Dead bodies keep well in punishment of some old sin committed by Two frost; but the subject had in this case probawho before the Flood bore the human shape, and bly fallen from a great height, had his bones who, soon as the ark rested on Mount Ararat, broken to smash, his flesh bruised and mangled. flew off to the desolation of swamped forests The President, therefore, we repeat it, even and the disfigured solitude of the drowned though a raven of great age and authority, glens. Dying Ravens hide themselves from must have had inconceivable difficulty in condaylight in burial-places among the rocks, and trolling the Club. The croak of “Order! are seen hobbling into their tombs, as if driven order !--Chair!-chair !"-must have been thither by a flock of fears, and crouching un- frequent; and had the office not been hereditary, der a remorse that disturbs instinct, even as the old gentleman would no doubt have thrown if it were conscience. So sings and says it up, and declared the chair vacant. All ob the Celtic superstition-muttered to us in a stacles and obstructions having been by inde dream-adding that there are Raven ghosts, fatigable activity removed, no attempt, we may great black bundles of feathers, for ever in the well believe, was made by the seneschal to forest, night-hunting in famine for prey, emit- place the guests according to their rank, above ting a last feeble croak at the blush of dawn, or below the salt, and the party sat promiscuousand then all at once invisible.
ly down to a late supper. Not a word was uttered There can be no doubt that that foolish during the first half hour, till a queer-looking Quaker, who some twenty years ago perished mortal, who had spent several years of his prime at the foot of a crag near Red Tarn, “far in of birdhood at old Calgarth, and picked up a the bosom of Helvyllyn,” was devoured by tolerable command of the Westmoreland dialect
We call him foolish, because no ad- by means of the Hamiltonian system, exclaimherent of that sect was ever qualified to find ed, “ I'se weel nee brussen-there be's Mister his way among mountains when the day was Wudsworth-Ho, ho, ho !” It was indeed the shortish, and the snow, if not very deep, yet bard, benighted in the Excursion from Patterwreathed and pít-falled. In such season and dale to Jobson's Cherry-Tree; and the Red weather, no place so fit for a Quaker as the Tarn Club, afraid of having their orgies put fireside. Not to insist, however, on that point, into blank verse, sailed away in floating fragwith what glee the few hungry and thirsty old ments beneath the moon and stars. Ravens belonging to the Red Tarn Club must But over the doom of one true Lover of Na. have flocked to the Ordinary! Without ask- ture let us shed a flood of rueful tears; for at ing each other to which part this, that, or the what tale shall mortal man weep, if not at the other croaker chose to be helped, the maxim tale of youthful genius and virtue shrouded which regulated their behaviour at table was suddenly in a winding-sheet wreathed of snow doubtless, “ First come, first served.” Forth- by the pitiless tempest! Elate in the joy of with each bill was busy, and the scene became solitude, he hurried like a fast travelling shadow animated in the extreme. There must have into the silence of the frozen mountains, all been great difficulty to the most accomplished beautifully encrusted with pearls, and jewels, of the carrion in stripping the Quaker of his and diamonds, beneath the resplendent nightdrab. The broad-brim had probably escaped heavens. The din of populous cities had long with the first intention, and after going before stunned his brain, and his soul had sickened the wind half across the unfrozen Tarn, cap- in the presence of the money-hunting eyes of sized, filled, and sunk. Picture to yourself so selfish men, all madly pursuing their multifamany devils, all in glossy black feather coats rious machinations in the great mart of comand dark breeches, with waistcoats inclining merce. The very sheeted masts of ships, to blue, pully-hawlying away at the unresisting bearing the flags of foreign countries, in all figure of the follower of Fox, and getting first their pomp and beauty sailing homeward or vexed and then irritated with the pieces of outward-bound, had become hateful to his choking soft armour in which, five or six ply spirit--for what were they but the floating enthick, his inviting carcass was so provokingly ginery of Mammon ? Truth, integrity honour, were all recklessly sacrificed to gain by the stretched away in all directions through among friends he loved and had respected most-sa- the mountains to distant vales. No more fear crificed without shame and without remorse or thought had he of being lost in the wilder-repentance being with them a repentance ness, than the ring-dove that flies from forest only over ill-laid schemes of villany-plans to forest in the winter season, and, without the for the ruination of widows and orphans, aid even of vision, trusts to the instinctive blasted in the bud of their iniquity. The bro-wafting of her wings through the paths of ether. ther of his bosom made him a bankrupt-and As he continued gazing on the heavens, the for a year the jointure of his widow-mother moon all at once lost something of her brightwas unpaid. But she died before the second ness-the stars seemed fewer in number--and Christmas-and he was left alone in the world. the lustre of the rest as by mist obscured. The Poor indeed he was, but not a beggar. A lega- blue ethereal frame grew discoloured with cy came to him from a distant relation-almost streaks of red and yellow--and a sort of dim the only one of his name--who died abroad. darkness deepened and deepened on the air, Small as it was, it was enough to live on-and while the mountains appeared higher, and at his enthusiastic spirit gathering joy from dis- the same time further off, as if he had been tress, vowed to dedicate itself in some profound transported in a dream to another region of solitude to the love of Nature, and the study the earth. A sound was heard, made up of farof her Great Laws. He bade an eternal fare- mustering winds, echoes from caves, swinging well to cities at the dead of midnight, beside of trees, and the murmur as of a great lake or his mother's grave, scarcely distinguishable sea beginning to break on the shore. A few among the thousand flat stones, sunk, or sink- flakes of snow touched his face, and the air ing into the wide churchyard, along which a grew cold. A clear tarn had a few minutes begreat thoroughfare of life roared like the sea. fore glittered with moonbeams, but now it had And now, for the first time, his sorrow flung disappeared. Sleet came thicker and faster, from him like a useless garment, he found and ere long it was a storm of snow. "O God! himself alone among the Cumbrian mountains, my last hour is come!" and scarcely did he and impelled in strong idolatry almost to kneel hear his own voice in the roaring tempest. down and worship the divine beauty of the Men have died in dungeons--and their skelemoon, and “stars that are the poetry of hea- tons been found long years afterwards lying
on the stone floor, in postures that told through Not uninstructed was the wanderer in the what hideous agonies they had passed into the lore that links the human heart to the gracious world of spirits. But no eye saw, nor ear heard, form and aspects of the Mighty Mother. In and the prison-visitor gathers up, as he shudders, early youth he had been intended for the but a dim conviction of some long horror from Church, and subsequent years of ungrateful the bones. One day in spring, long after the and ungenial toils had not extinguished the snows were melted-except here and there a fine scholarship that native aptitude for learn- patch like a flock of sheep on some sunless ing had acquired in the humble school of the exposure--a huge Raven rose heavily, as if village in which he was born. He had been gorged with prey, before the feet of a shepherd, ripe for College when the sudden death of his who, going forward to the spot where the bird father, who had long been at the head of a great had been feeding, beheld a rotting corpse! A mercantile concern, imposed it upon him, as a dog, itself almost a skeleton, was lying near, sacred duty owed to his mother and sisters, to and began to whine at his approach. On its embark in trade. Not otherwise could he hope collar was the name of its master-a name ever to retrieve their fortunes-and for ten unknown in that part of the country-and years for their sake he was a slave, till ruin weeks elapsed before any person could be set him free. Now he was master of his own heard of that could tell the history of the sufdestiny--and sought some humble hut in that ferer. A stranger came and went-taking the magnificent scenery, where he might pass a faithful creature with him that had so long blameless life, and among earth's purest joys watched by the dead-but long before his arprepare his soul for heaven. Many such hum-rival the remains had been interred; and you ble huts had he seen during that one bold, may see the grave, a little way on from the bright, beautiful spring-winter day. Each south gate, on your right hand as you enter, wreath of smoke from the breathing chimneys, not many yards from the Great Yew-Tree in while the huts themselves seemed hardly the churchyard of not far from the foot awakened from sleep in the morning-calm, led of Ullswater. his imagination up into the profound peace of Gentle reader! we have given you two verthe sky. In any one of those dwellings, peep-sions of the same story and pray, which do ing from sheltered dells, or perched on wind- you like the best? The first is the most funny, swept eminences, could he have taken up his the second the most affecting. We have obabode, and sat down contented at the board of served that the critics are not decided on the their simple inmates. But in the very delirium question of our merits as a writer; some mainof a new bliss, the day faded before him—twi- taining that we are strongest in humour light looked lovelier than dream-land in the others, that our power is in pathos. The jureflected glimmer of the snow--and thus had dicious declare that our forte lies in both-in midnight found him, in a place so utterly lone- the two united, or alternating with each other. some in its remoteness from all habitations, “ But is it not quite shocking,” exclaims some that even in summer no stranger sought it scribbler who has been knouted in Ebony, “to without the guidance of some shepherd fami. hear so very serious an affair as the death of a liar with the many bewildering passes that I Quaker in the snow among mountains, treated with such heartless levity? The man who | melancholy-not a drunkard-not blind--not wrote that description, sir, of the Ordinary of stupid; as much as it would be prudent to say the Red Tarn Club, would not scruple to com- of any man, whether editor or contributor, in. mit murder!" Why, if killing a scribbler be her Majesty's dominions. murder, the writer of that this article con- We really have no patience with people who fesses that he has more than once committed persist in all manner of misconceptions rethat capital crime. But no intelligent jury, garding the character of birds. Birds often taking into consideration the law as well as appear to such persons, judging from, of, and the fact-and it is often their duty to do so, let by themselves, to be in mind and manners the high authorities say what they will-would for reverse of their real character. They judge a moment hesitate, in any of the cases alluded the inner bird by outward circumstances into, to bring in a verdict of “Justifiable homi- accurately observed. There is the owl. How cide.” The gentleman or lady who has honour- little do the people of England know of himed us so far with perusal, knows enough of even of him the barn-door and domestic owlhuman life, and of their own hearts, to know yea, even at this day—we had almost said the also that there is no other subject which men Poets! Shakspeare, of course, and his freres, of genius—and who ever denied that we are knew him to be a merry fellow—quite a madmen of genius ?--have been accustomed to cap-and so do now all the Lakers. But view in so many ludicrous lights as this same Cowper had his doubts about it; and Gray, as subject of death; and the reason is at once ob- every schoolboy knows, speaks of him like an vious--yet recherche-videlicet, Death is, in it- old wife. The force of folly can go no further, self and all that belongs to it, such a sad, cold, than to imagine an owl complaining to the wild, dreary, dismal, distracting, and dreadful moon of being disturbed by people walking in thing, that at times men talking about it can- a country churchyard. And among all our not choose but laugh!
present bardlings, the owl is supposed to be Too-hoo — too-hoo - too-whit-too-hoo!-we constantly on the eve of suicide. If it were have got among the Owls. Venerable per- really so, he ought in a Christian country to sonages, in truth, they are-perfect Solomons! be pitied, not pelted, as he is sure to be when The spectator, as in most cases of very solemn accidentally seen in sunlight-for melancholy characters, feels himself at first strongly dis- is a misfortune, especially when hereditary and posed to commit the gross indecorum of burst- constitutional, as it is popularly believed to be ing out a-laughing in their face. One does in the Black-billed Bubo, and certainly was in not see the absolute necessity either of man or Dr. Johnson. In young masters and misses bird looking at all times so unaccountably we can pardon any childishness; but we canwise. Why will an Owl persist in his stare? not pardon the antipathy to the owl entertained Why will a Bishop never lay aside his wig? by the manly minds of grown-up English clod
People ignorant of Ornithology will stare hoppers, ploughmen, and threshers. They keep like the Bird of Wisdom himself on being told terriers to kill rats and mice in barns, and they that an Owl is an Eagle. Yet, bating a little shoot the owls, any one of whom we would inaccuracy, it is so. Eagles, kites, hawks, and cheerfully back against the famous Billy. “The owls, all belong to the genus Falco. We hear very commonest observation teaches us,” says a great deal too much in poetry of the moping the author of the “Gardens of the Menagerie,” Owl, the melancholy Owl, the boding Owl, “ that they are in reality the best and most effiwhereas he neither mopes nor bodes, and is cient protectors of our cornfields and granano more melancholy than becomes a gentle- ries from the devastating pillage of the swarms
We also hear of the Owl being addicted of mice and other small rodents.” Nay, by their to spirituous liquors; and hence the expres- constant destruction of these petty but dangersion, as drunk as an Owl. All this is mere ous enemies, the owls, he says, Whig personality, the Owl being a Tory of the questionable title to be regarded as among the old school, and a friend of the ancient estab- most active of the friends of man; a title which lishments of church and state. Nay, the same only one or two among them occasionally forpolitical party, although certainly the most feit by their aggressions on the defenceless short-sighted of God's creatures, taunt the Owl poultry.” Roger or Dolly beholds him in the with being blind. As blind as an Owl is a act of murdering a duckling, and, like other libel in frequent use out of ornithological so- light-headed, giddy, unthinking creatures, they ciety. Shut up Lord Jeffrey hinself in a hay- forget all the service he has done the farm, the barn with a well-built mow, and ask him in parish, and the state; he is shot in the act, and the darkness to catch you a few mice, and he nailed, wide-extended in cruel spread-eagle, on will tell you whether or not the Owl be blind. the barn-door. Others again call him dull and This would be just as fair as to expect the short-sighted—nay, go the length of asserting Owl to see, like Lord Jeffrey, through a case that he is stupid-as stupid as an owl. Why, in the Parliament House during daylight. Nay, our excellent fellow, when you have the tithe we once heard a writer in Taylor and Hessey of the talent of the common owl, and know call the Owl stupid, he himself having longer half as well how to use it, you may claim the ears than any species of Owl extant. What is medal. the positive character of the Owl may perhaps The eagles, kites, and hawks, hunt by day. appear by and by; but we have seen that, de- The Owl is the Nimrod of the Night. Then, scribing his character by negations, we may like one who shall be nameless, he sails about say that, he resembles Napoleon Bonaparte seeking those whom he may devour. To do much more than Joseph Hume or Alderman him justice, he has a truly ghost-like head and Wood. He is not moping-not boding-not I shoulders of his own. What horror to the
earn an un