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This Day is Published,
No. LIII.-Vol. IX.
FOR AUGUST, 1821.
CONTENTS. 1. Horæ Germanicæ, No. XII. The Pilgrimage, a Drama, by the Baron la Motte Fouquè.-II. Ode on the Olden Time-Notes.-III. Morsels of Melody-No. I. The Invitation-No. II. The Separation -No. III. The Dreary Moor-No. IV. The Evening Lake-No. V. The Marble Heart—No. VI. The Evening Star.-IV. Lamb's Translation of Catullus.-V. The Florida Pirate.-VI. On the Probable Influence of Moral and Religious Instruction on the Character and Situation of Seamen. No. II.-VII. Inch Keith Beacon.-VIII. The Invocation.-IX. The Landscape.-X. The Wanderer of Connaught. -XI. Elegy on a Country Maiden.—XII. The Sons of Mooslim. -XIII. Sir Thomas Browne's Letters to a Friend.-XIV. The Plague of Darkness, a Dramatic Scene from the Exodus.-XV. The Last Plague-Notes.-XVI. On Psalm-Singing in our Churches, with some Observations upon the proposed “ Additional Psalmody.” -XVII. The Forgers.--XVIII. Works preparing for Publication. -XIX. Monthly List of New Publications.-XX. Monthly Register-Commercial Report--Appointments, Promotions, &c.—Births, Marriages, and Deaths.
WILLIAM BLACKWOOD, NO. 17, PRINCE'S STREET, EDINBURGH;
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tion. Letter I..
199 tory namin
ancom 137 FamiliarEpistles to Christopher North, Sclavonic Traditional Poetry
145 from an Old Friend with a New
200 Expedition against the Pirates of the The Voyages and Travels of ColumGulf of Persia. 1819-20..
151 bus Secundus. Chap. XI. and XII. 206 Timbuctoo and Mungo Park
158 Dr Scott's Return from Paris ! ! ! mama 214 theb A Short Vocabulary of the Tim- Expostulation with Mr Barker.com 216
160 Familiar Epistles to Christopher -1 Letter from Bill Truck, inclosing“The North, from an Old Friend with a
Man-of-war’s-man.” Chap. I... 161 New Face. Letter III. On the Per-
sonalities of the Whigs and the Outdon Adventures
217 Tale XI. The Effigies
168 The late Queen.com Tale XII. The Broken Heart 170 The King's Visit to Ireland On Feldberg's Denmark
172 Epigram from the Danish of Thaarupan
176 WORKS PREPARING for PUBLICABallad, by Professor Molbechamam 178
TION mamman Why are Poets indifferent Critics ? 180
186 MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLI. 7,1 A Mother's Dirge over her Child
ib. Appointments, Promotions, &c.
ib. Big No. XII. The Wanderer's Adieu 191
No. IX. To Betsy
mango, 232 mannaan 536
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CONTENTS of No. LIII.-(Being the last No. of Vol. IX.)
Motte Fouqué.-II. Ode on the Olden Time.—III. Morsels of Melody -
CONTENTS or No. LIV.-(Being the first No. of Vol. X.)
10. A Jeanie Deans in Love. Part Second. The Preparations. Part Third.
By publishing this extra Number, the Eleventh Volume will commence
at the regular period in January.
A Lyrical Ballad.
Though age so gently press'd him, he
By accident was not uncross'd ;
And robb’d him of a precious limb,
His left-side arm was lost.
Thus maim'd, yet he, you still would say,
Of freedom breathed from the wild wood, Most monstrous and improper.
Where his prime life was led. The needy wretch had strongly begg'd With open front he stood a picture Some pittance to his share might fall; And though his frock gave you to trace,
With which, to manage as he may, By the loose dangling sleeve, his loss, 1,1 Nor drone his scrap of life away
It did not mar his port; he was Within the work-house wall.
A model still of rustic grace. This to the man in office seem'd
This thread-bare frock, uncouthly patch'd, A favour inadmissible.
Badge of the craft he erst had plied, 'Twas casting on the house a slur, A forest livery had been ; And on him too, the officer,
And then in colour 'twas as green Who govern'd it so well.
As leaves in summer-tide. The applicant of whom he spake,
But now its joyous gloss was gone In hale old age before them stood; For suns, and winds, and dews,
and showers, Time had not shorn his temples bare, Had robb’d it of it's honours bright, But on them his once chesnut hair And changed it to the rusty plight In snowy whiteness flow'd.
Of autumn's soberer bowers.
For in New-Forest he had beer
Groomkeeper till of late ; Upright he stood, and unabashed, And wish'd it still, and had been able, And gave to view a manly frame,
But for his hapless mutilation, Such as in former times had been
Which chanced when with the verd'rors he
Pursued his occupation.
'Twas his to watch the antler'd herd, “ And when it nigh'd to Christmas-tide,
To deck our parish-church withal ;-
With merry misletoe.
“ Well, Arthur," said the Magistrate, “ Such were my shifts, poor helps they were “What in thy favour can'st aver ? For eking out those means of mine: There must, forsooth, be weighty cause But now my wits are at an end, To reckon thee, 'gainst parish laws,
And I shall thankfully depend An out-door pensioner ?”
On what your worship may assign.” « An please your honour," quoth old Ar- Spake the Overseer :—“His worship will thur,
Give us an order to receive you “ I know nought of their rules about it ; Into the House.”-A spot of ire But this I will make bold to say,
Glow'd on the veteran's cheek like fire: I'd scorn to take the parish pay,
Said he, “My presence would but grieve Could I earn bread without it.
you. “ Born in the woods, up from a boy “ I've lived among the ranging deer, I've been a roving forester,
Till leaves and greensward, air and light, And fairly earn'd, till latterly,
I almost need as much as they : My food, and fire, and livery,
And where my blithe companions stray, By keeping the King's deer.
Those haunts I cannot quit. “ Three years are gone since this befel ;" " Your house to me would be a prison ; And here he touch'd his empty sleeve. For I've in open forest spent “And though no longer fit to be
My threescore years, without controul ;A forest-groom, yet zealously
No,—give the smallest weekly dole,
The Justice nodded in assent,
And said with mildness,——“That retreat, Since which this hand has got me bread, From what you apprehend of it, And that with hard ado.
Will prove far different.” “Using my wits in works, of which " Be't what it will, it suits not me, A one-armed man is capable,
I'll seek my woodland hut once more. In shifts to make a livelihood,
So said, so done,—for suddenly, I traversed heath, and moor, and wood, Not without bow of courtesy, For matters which would sell.
He sought, and left the door.