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THE DAY ,
A MORNING JOURNAL OF LITERATURE, FINE ARTS, FASHION, &c.
GLASGOW, FRIDAY, MARCH 30, 1832.
Deties the noxious vapour, and confides
A DAY WITH THE HOUNDS.
counties which are in their aggregate, called The
West of Scotland, or Renfrewshire, Ayrshire, Lanark.
shire, Stirling and Dumbartonshire ; for certain disThe huntsman, ever gay, robust and bold,
tricts of all these counties were hunted—both for foxes In this delightful exercise, to raise
and subscribers. His drooping head, and cheer his heart with joy.
SOMERVILLE's chase. That it should have required the ransacking of five
counties, to make up a purse and a pack, will surprise BEFORE our Spectacles were assumed we had our own
English sportsmen; but the fact need not be denied time of boisterous and exbilerating open-air enjoyment. that fox-hunting has never been extensively popular The Six Feet Club and the Four Feet Club can equal- in Scotland. As a sport, it has never taken root, kindly bear testimony to our prowess, for being “ between ly and firmly in the soil. Every now and then, in the two,” we were an honorary member of both! We particular districts, it sinks into neglect ; but, ever and never excelled at “throwing the hatchet," " but in putt. anon too, it starts up again, as some youngster just ing off,” whether a stone or a Tailor's dun, we had come to his estate, returns fresh from Melton Mowthen few equals. From archery, to be sure, we suffer- bray, or Mr. Mostyn's country, and is fired with the ed more than we inflicted. Dan Cupid always sur- ambition of becoming a master of hounds. . The eclat passes even the Captain of the Kilwinning Papingo. of the visit of the king's son to our pack, and the perWe were a capital shot. The whole of the feathered usal of an admirable article in the last Number of The creation fled, with an instinctive prescience of danger Quarterly Review have served to revive our recollecand death, at our approach ; and then, in skating, we tions of this noble sport—as doubtless it will those of could make a Gordian knot as easy on the ice as on " the old stagers," who have lately somewhat eschewed our cravat; and cut it too with as little difficulty as the “ drawing of a cover.” We should like too, that Shakespeare's pet ebaracter could it “ unloose, familiar it would rouse up a race of young and high-spirited as his garter.” Our sideboard is loaded with coursing / youths to succeed them; for, sooth to say, there is cups, which “ bave many a time and oft” slockened even here at least, not a less costly nor a more healthful the Crumbs at our table. Our brindled b. Zephyr, amusement for a young man, of moderate fortune, to could outstrip its own classical name-fellow; and, as indulge in. It is true a subscription pack of harriers for our Star, though it was not a Young one, it was has been got up, and conducted, we believe, with the very Sirius of this nether sphere. But our favour- admirable spirit and liberality, by Mr. Meikleham of ite pursuit was that which has been well designated, Carnbroe; but we must always regard the sport they by way of pre-eminence and of distinction, “ Follow- can afford as secondary to that which a run after ING THE HOUNDS."
Reynard ever furnishes. In the morning of our day, harriers were little The article in the Quarterly Review, to which known in this part of the world ; and, as for Buck we have referred, has made a great sensation we hounds, they were never seen, so that the sport allud- are told; but this can only be among those who ed to was but another name for Fox Hunting. We were not previously acquainted with the subject in were a regular member of the Ralts in its most high any degree. It has astonished the weak minds of half and palmy days, and have “ fenced" with Mr. Baird of
the newspaper Editors in the kingdom, whose three. Newbyth, when he was , master of the hounds in this legged stool and favourite political hobby are the only “ country.” That gallant sportsman is now a Baronet, things they have ever ridden. The article is an exand has left the field, like ourselves ; and Lord Kel- ceedingly clever one; but we are inclined to wonder burne is master of the small, but crack pack, that how the deuce it got there, unless indeed it be still hunts over the three counties, whose initial meant to be an antidote to the late dolorous paper on letters make up the extraordinary monosyllable to Cholera which half filled that Journal.. which we have alluded. When the characters of To those who have paid attention to Fox Hunting, this new vocable-we positively forget whether we the article contains but little that is new. It is written should call them demotic or enchorial—first met the we believe by a Mr. Apperley, who, for a series of eye of Champollion, on a stray button of the Club- years, under the signature of Nimrod was a stated and even his sagacity was at fault; for, although he could voluminous, and we must add, very attractive contriread the Rosetta stone as easily as any of our readers butor to the Sporting Magazine. His letters on the can do a number of The Day, before breakfast, yet his Summering of Hunters, in that work, served to comingenuity could not fathom the mystic meaning of this plete the revolution that had already begun, in regard odd monosyllable. Even the Brummagem button- to the treatment of horses, with a view to bring them factors, who executed Mr. M.Kinnon's order for the into the highest possible state of “condition.” “article," skilled as they were in symbolical combina- Apperley has, however, been not quite so favourably tions of the alphabet, could make nothing of it, but distinguished by some others of his contributions to the the "gross" of the order. It was as much a stumbling Sporting Magazine. The proprietrix of that workblock to them, as to the English huntsman, who came for among all the odd literary, anomalies, this is the down a few years ago, and, in a letter to the editor of oddest, that of a lady being sole possessor of the proThe Sporting Magazine unburthened the wonder of perty of the Sporting Magazine for years kept a dashwhat “Mr. Hosweli” could mean by “such a queersome ing stud for Nimrod ; a handsome allowance was made name.” We were in the secret-a secret, which we him for travelling charges and servants; and he was are not sure if all the members of the hunt, who paid paid, after all, a price per sheet for his contributions their annual twenty guineas, knew-that Rulds was a which even Sir Walter himself might envy. These euphonous combination of the initial letters of those too often consisted of an odd but clever jumble of
highly graphicsketches of the different packs of hounds, notbing less than one of the Quarterly Reviewers,) What misand the peculiarities of different countries," as the
chief are you doing there? Do you think you can catch the fox?'
A breathless silence epsues. hunting districts are designated—and of the more dis
At length a whimper is beard in the
cover-like the voice of a dog in a dream : it is Flourisher, and tinguished of the riders there, or “toolers," and
the Squire cheers him to the echo. In an instant a hound chal"handlers of the ribbons,” upon the road, mixed up lenges—and another-and another. 'Tis enough. " Tallyho ?* with an eternal toadying of those who had done him cries a countryman in a tree, He's gone,' exclaims Lord Alvan. good service, in the shape of a week's grub and claret, ley; and, clapping spurs to his horse, in an instant is in the front
rank. or the present of a hunter. But, with all their faults,
“ As all good sportsmen would say, "'Ware, hounds! cries Sir for seven years have formed the chief
Harry Goodricke. • Give them time,' exclaims Mr. John Moore. attraction of old Pittman's work.
• That's right,' says Mr. Osbaldeston, 'spoil your own sport as A “split” has taken place between parties who usual.' Go along ! roars out Mr. Holyoake, there are three were of so much use to each other; and the “ New couple of hounds on the scent.' That's your sort,' says · Billy Sporting Magazine” has started up, and is conducted
Coke,' coming up at the rate of thirty miles an hour on Advance,
with a label pinned on his back, 'she kicks ; ' 'the rest are all with very great talent indeed. To it, Apperley can
coming, and there's a rare scent to-day, I'm sure.' Buonaparte's not directly write ; for he is under indenture to con- Old Guard, in its best days, would not have stopped such men tribute on no sporting subject but to the old one; and as these, so long as life remained in them. yet we think, we can trace his pen in more articles “ Only those who have witnessed it can know in what an extrathan the one in last number of the new, defending
ordinary manner hounds that are left behind in a cover make their himself, and dated at Boulogne, whither he has gone,
way through a crowd, and get up to the leading ones of the pack,
which have been fortunate in getting away with their fox. It is for the benefit of his health and his creditors!
true, they possess the speed of a race-horse ; but nothing short of We cannot guess how the Quarterly got hold of their high mettle could induce them to thread their way through a him as a contributor; but, suffice it to say, that he has body of horsemen going the best pace, with the prospect of being furnished that Journal with an exceedingly quotable
ridden over and maimed at every stride they take. But, as Beck
ford observes, “'tis the dash of the foxhound which distinguishes article; and that Mr. Murray knows full well, is, for
A turn, however, in their favour, or a momentary loss of all purposes of publicity and consequent profit, better scent in the few hounds that have shot a-head-an occurrence to than the best.
be looked for on such occasions-joins head and tail together, and We have made this a somewhat long introduction the scent being good, every hound settles to his fux; the pace grato a quotation we mean to make from it, well-deserv.' dually improves ; vires acquirit eundo ; a terrible burst is the result !
" At the end of nineteen minutes the bounds come to a fault, ing of the title we have given to this article. It paints
and for a moment the fox has a chance in fact, they have been in a most vivid manner, a Day with the Hounds, in the pressed upon by the horses, and have rather overrun the scent finest country in the world, and we have no doubt, . What a pity !' says one : What a shame!' cries another-allud. that to every one who has leapt from his couch, at the ing, perhaps, to a young one, who would and could bave gone still call of "shrill Chanticleer," to bestride a hunter, will
faster. You may thank yourselves for this,' exclaims Osbaldes.
ton, up at the time, Clasher looking fresh ; but only fourteen men thank us for it.
of the two hundred are to be counted,— all the rest coming. At “ To describe a run with foxhounds is not an easy task ; one blast of the horn, the hounds are back to the point at which but, to make the attempt with any other county than Leicester- the scent has failed, Jack Stevens being in his place to turn them. sbire in our eye, would be giving a chance away. Let us then • Yo doit ! Pastime,' says the Squire, as she feathers her stern suppose ourselves at Ashby Pasture, in the Quorn country, with down the bedge-row, looking more beautiful than ever. She Mr. Osbaldeston's hounds. Let us also indulge ourselves with a speaks ! Worth a thousand, by Jupiter !' cries John White, fine morning, in the first week of February, and at least two looking over his left shoulder as he sends both spurs ioto Euxton, hundred well-mounted men by the cover's side. Time being call. deligbted to see only four more of the field are up. Our Snob, ed-say a quarter past eleven, nearly our great-grandfather's din- however, is amongst them. He has gone a good one,' and his ner hour-the hounds approach the furze-brake, or the gorse, as countenance is expressive of delight, as he urges his borse to bis it is called in that region. • Hark in, hark !' with a slight cheer, speed to get again into a front place. and perhaps one wave of bis cap, says Mr. Osbaldeston, who bas “ The pencil of the painter is now wanting ; and unless the long hunted his own pack, and in an instant he has not a hound painter should be a sportsman, even his pencil would be worth at bis borse's heels. In a very short time the gorse appears
little. What a country is before bim ! - what a panorama does it shaken in various parts of the cover-apparently from an un- represent !- Not a field of less than forty—some a hundred acres known cause, not a single bound being for some minutes visible. and no more signs of the plough than in the wilds of Siberia. Presently one or two appear, leaping over some old furze which Sce the hounds in a body that might be covered by a damask tablethey cannot push through, and exhibit to the field their glossy cloth-every stern down, and every head up, for there is no need skins and spotted sides. “Oh, you beauties!' exclaims some old of stooping, the scent lying breast high. But the crash !-the Meltonian, rapturously fond of the sport. Two minutes more music!-how to describe these? Reader, there is no crash now, elapse : another hound slips out of cover, and takes a short turn and not much music. It is the tinker that makes great noise outside, with his nose to the ground and his stern Jashing his side over a little work, but at the pace these hounds are going there -thinking no doubt he might touch on a drag, should Reynard is no time for babbling. Perchance one hound in ten may throw have been abroad in the night. Hounds have no business to his tongues as he goes to inform his comrades, as it were, that think, thinks the second wbipper-in, who observes him ; but one the villain is on before them, and most musically do the ligbt crack of his whip, with · Rasselas, Rasselas, where are you going, notes of Vocal and far-famed Venus fall on the ear of those who Rasselas ? Get to cover, Rasselas ;' and Rasselas immediately may be within reach to catch them. But who is so fortunate in disappears. Five minutes more pass away.
• No fox here,' says this second burst, nearly as terrible as the first? Our fancy supone; · Don't be in a hurry,' cries Mr. Cradock, they are draw. plies us again, and we think we could name them all. If we look ing it beautifully, and there is rare lying in it.' These words are to the left, nearly abreast of the pack, we see six men going galscarcely uttered, when the cover shakes more than ever. Every lantly, and quite as straight as the hounds themselves are going ; stem appears alive, and it reminds us of a corn-field waving in the and on the right are four more, riding equally well, though the wind. In two minutes the sterns of some more hounds are seen former bave rather the best of it, owing to having had the inside • flourishing above the gorse. Have at him there,' holloas the of the hounds at the last two turns, which must be placed to the Squire—the gorse still more alive, and hounds leaping over each chapter of accidents. A short way in the rear, by no means too other's backs. Have at him there again, my good hounds—a fox much so to enjoy this brilliant run, are the rest of élite of the for a hundred!' reiterates the Squire-putting his finger in his field, who had come up at the first check ; and a few who, thanks ear, and uttering a scream which, not being set to music, we can- to the goodness of their steeds, and their determination to be with not give here. Jack Stevens (the first whipper-in) looks at his the hounds, appear as if dropped from the clouds. Some, howwatch. At this moment John White,' • Val Maher,' • Frank ever, begin to show symptoms of distress. Two horses are seen Holyoake,' (who will pardon us for giving them their noms-de- loose iu the distance_a report is flying about that one of the field chasse) and two or three more of the fast ones, are seen creeping is badly hurt, and something is heard of a collar-bone being gently on towards a point at which they think it probable he may broken, others say it is a leg; but the pace is too good to ioquire. break. Hold hard there,' says a sportsman; but he might as A cracking of rails is now heard, and one gentleman's horse is well speak to the winds. Stand still, gentlemen ; pray stand to be seen resting, nearly balanced, across one of them, his rider, still,' exclaims the huntsman ; he might as well say to the sun. being on his back in the ditch, which is on the landing sideDuring the time we have been speaking of, all the field have been • Who is he?' says Lord Brudepell to Jack Stevens. Can't awake-gloves put on-cigars thrown away—the bridle-reins ga- tell, my Lord; but I thought it was a queerish place when I thered well up into the band, and hats pushed down upon the came o'er it before him.' It is evidently a case of peril, but the brow.
pace is too good to afford help. “ At this interesting period, a Snob, just arrived from a very “Up to this time, Snob,' has gone quite in the first Aight; the rural country, and unknown to any one, but determined to wito • Dons' begin to eye him, and, when an opportunity offers, the ness the start, gets into a conspicuous situation : *Come away, question is asked — Who is that fellow on the little bay horse ?' . Sir!' holloas the master, (little suspecting that the Soub may be * Don't know. bim,' says Mr. Little Gilmour, (a fourteen-stone
Scotchman, by-the-bye,) ganging gallaotly to his hounds.- “ The fox does his best to escape : he threads hedge-rows, tries • He can ride,' exclaims Lord Bancliffe. A tip-top provincial, the out-buildings of a farm-house, and once turns so short as depend upon it,' adds Lord Plymouth, going quite at his ease nearly to run his foil ; but—the perfection of the thing—the on a thorough-bred nag, three stone above his weight, and in bounds turn shorter than he does, as much as to say die you perfect racing trim. Animal nature, however, will cry enough,'
shall. The pace has been awful for the last twenty minutes.how good soever she may be, if unreasonable man press her be- Three horses are blown to a stand-still, and few are going at their yond the point. The line of scent lies right ath wart a large
• Out upon this great carcass of mine'; no horse that was grass ground, (as a field is termed in Leicestershire,) somewhat ever foaled can live under it at this pace, and over this country,' on the ascent; abounding in ant-hills, or hillocks, peculiar to old says one of the best of the welter-weights, as he stands over his grazing land, and thrown by the plough, some hundred years four-hundred-guinea chesnut, then rising from the ground, after since, into rather high ridges, with deep, holding furrows between giving him a heavy fall his tail nearly erect in the air, his noseach. The fence at the top is impracticable-Meltonicè, 'a trils violently distended, and his eyes almost fixed. Not burt, I stopper ;' nothing for it but a gate, leading into a broad green hope,' exclaims Mr. Maxse, to somebody whom he gets a glimpse lane, high and strong, with a deep slippery ground on each side of of through the openings of a tall quickset hedge which is between it. • Now, for the timber-jumper,' cries Osbaldeston, pleased to them, coming neck and croup into the adjoining field, from the top fiod himself upon Clasher. • For heaven's sake, take care of my l, bar of a high, hogbacked stile. His eye might have been spared hounds, in case they may throw up in the lane.' Snob is here in the the unpleasing sight, had not his ear been attracted to a sort of best of company, and that moment perhaps the happiest of bis life ; procumbit-humibos sound of a borse falling to the ground on his but, not satisfied with his situation, wishing to out-Herod-Herod, back, the bone of his left bip indenting the green-sward within and to have a fine story to tell when he gets home, he pushes to two inches of his rider's thigh. It is young Peyton, who, having his speed on ground on which all regalar Leicestershire men are missed bis second horse at the check, had been going nearly half careful, and the death warrant of the little bay-horse is signed. the way in distress; but from nerve and pluck, perhaps peculiar It is true he gets first to the gate, and has no idea of opening it; to Englishmen, but very peculiar to himself, got within three sees it contains five new and strong bars, that will neither bend fields of the end of this brilliant run. The fall was all but a cernor break; has a great idea of a fall, but no idea of refusing ; tainty; for it was the third stiff timber-fence thal had unfortu. presses his hat firmly on his head, and gets bis whip hand at lj- nately opposed him, after his horse's wind had been pumped out berty to give the good little nag a refresher ; but all at once he per- by the pace ; but he was too good to refuse them, and his horse ceives it will not do. When attempting to collect him for the knew better than to do so. effort he finds his mouth dead and his neck stiff : fancies he hears “ The Eneid of Virgil ends with a death, and a chase is not com.' something like a wheezing in his throat ; and discovering, quite plete without it. The fox dies within half a mile of Woolwel) unexpectedly, that the gate would open, wisely avoids a fall, which head, evidently his point from the first; the pack pulling him, was booked had he attempted to leap it. He pulls up then at the down in the middle of a large grass field, every bound but one at gate ; and as he places the book of his whip under the latch, John his brush. Jack Stevens with him in his hands would be a subWhite goes over it close to the hinge-post, and Captain Ross, upon ject worthy of Edwin Landseer himself; a black-thorn, which Clinker, follows him. The Reviewer then walks through.
bas laid hold of his cheek, has besineared bis upper garments “ The scene now shifts. On the other side of the lane is a fence with blood, and one side of his head and cap are cased in mud, by of this description; it is a new-plashed hedge, abounding in a fall he has had in a lane, his horse having alighted in the ruts strong growers, as they are called, and a yawning ditch on the from a high flight of rails; but he has ridden the same horse further side ; but, as is peculiar to Leicestershire and Northamp- throughout the run, and has handled him so well, he could have tonsbire, a considerable portion of the blackthorn, left uncut, leans gone two miles farther, if the chase had been continued so long. outwards from the hedge, somewhat about breast-bigb. This large Osbaldeston's wbo-boop might have been beard to Cottesmore, fence is taken by all now with the hounds--some to the right and had the wind set in that direction, and every man present is exsome to the left of the direct line-but the little bay horse would tatic with delight. 'Quite the cream of the thing, I suppose,' have no more of it. Snob puts him twice at it, and manfully too, says Lord Gardner, a very promising young one, at this time fresh but the wind is out of him, and he has no power to rise. Several in Leicestershire. The cream of everything in the shape of foxscrambles, but only one fall, occur at this "rasper,' all having hunting,' observes that excellent sportsman Sir James Musgrave, nearly enough of the killing pace ; and a mile and a half fartber, looking at that moment at his watch. Just ten miles, as the the second horses are fallen in with, just in the nick of time. A crow ties, in one hour and ten minutes, with but two trilling short check from the stain of sheep makes every thing comfortable ; checks, over the finest country in the world. What superb hounds and, the Squire baving hit off bis fox like a workman, thirteen are these l'added the baronet, as he turned his horse's head to the men, out of two hundred, are fresh mounted, and with tbe hounds, wind. You are right,' says Colonel Lowther, they are perfect., which settle to the scent again at a truly killing pace.
I wish my father had seen them do their work to-day. Some of “ • Hold hard, Holyoake !' exclaims Mr. Osbaldeston (now the field now come up, who could not live in the first fight; but mounted on Blacher), knowing what double-quick time he would as there is no jealousy here they congratulate each other on the be marched to, with fresh pipes to play upon, and the crown well tine day's sport, and each man turns his head towards home.” shaken off ; pray don't press 'em too hard, and we shall be sure to kill our fox. Have at him there, Abigail and Fickle, good bitches - see what a head they are carrying! I'll bet a thousand they
Ir vain presumption urge a youth to tell,
Than that which dooms him to world of woe?
And must he ever, tortured with the pain
And mourn, in chains, that he was once too free?
0! think that one may gaze on Iris' bow, which he is pointing for; and in ten minutes, or less, the brook Where seven bright hues their borrowed radiance shew, appears in view. It is even with its banks, and
And call it faint and poor, when with it vies *Smooth glides the water where the brook is deep.'
The native loveliness of summer skies.
No bolt of fire from angry powers descends,
To bid the mortal dread when he offends
More stern revenge than even Gods display?
Or seek to wound those eyes with passion's fire,
Which dared her beauty, pot her taste, admire ?
Is pain enough-0! cease to torture too !
MR. Galt has in the Press a new Novel, entitled, “ Stanley Buxton, or the Schoolfellows."
There is a project now afloat of starting a Monthly Theological Magazine in this city.
All who delight in seeing the grace and activity of the young, bave been deprived of a privileged amusement, by the termination of Monsieur Dupuis' season. The morning assemblies of this gay and gallant foreigner have always been agreeable resorts for the parents and friends of his numerous pupils, and have often exhibited more elegant specimens of the polite art, of which Monsieur Dupuis is the tutelary deity, than are to be met with at private balls or public assemblies,
NOTICE TO CORRESPONDENTS.
To the Editor of The Day. SIB,—I was happy to see, some time ago, a communication in your journal regarding the iron-railing of the new Exchange, ia Queen Street, and now request a place for a few observations on a subject somewhat similar, regarding St. Enoch's churcb.
Should the iron-railing, now erecting round St. Enoch's square, be continued on the south side of the square, on the same site it formerly occupied, the effect will be, to destroy the appearance of the facade of the church, and to make it seem low and unimposing.
A very different and superior effect would be produced, by contịnuing the new railing in a direct line to the southward, on the east and west sides of the church, turning it, at right angles, to the church at its southern extremity. A gate will be necessary to admit the exit of the congregation at the side doors, and a handsome gate will be required at each side in front of the church, through which carriages will enter from the west, draw up in front, and drive off by the opposite eastern gate.
I hope these remarks will meet with consideration; they are offered with the most disinterested wish to improve the appearance of St. Enoch's square, and to do justice to the work of the architect of the church. Your obedient servant,
VITRUVIUS. March, 1832.
We will be happy to hoar, occasionally, from “ A, Y." with any translations he may make from the German, but we will, at the same time, feel obliged to him, if he will poiot to the particular portion of any author's work which he has thought proper to transfer into our language, so that we may examine the work for ourselves. We are rather particular in our German department.
“ Alles Zum Guten" will be inserted if a more legible M.S. be sent us. As, also, “ A Real Friend," from Herder.
“ A Peep at the Trongate" will not suit us,
“H. H.” may perhaps succeed in the difficult manufacture of verses, after another five years' apprenticeship.
We beg leave, respectfully, to decline the three volumes of “ Unpublished Pieces, in Prose and Verse," placed at our disposal, by the gentleman who modestly hints, that, if they were published under the name of Sir Walter Scott, Southey, or Wordsworth, tbey would take amazingly. He may be right, they would, certainly, “take in” a few noodles, and but a few.
His quartos lie at our publishers, and if not removed within three days, warthouse rent must be charged for them.
GENUS IRRITABILE VATUM.
We subjoin two specimens of the angry communications we are in daily receipt of, from our rejected poetical correspondents, which, we dare say, will amuse our readers as much as they have diverted us :
To the Editor of The Day. Sir,- I lately favoured you with a few lines of poetry, and you show your want of taste by its non-insertion. I have been twice at the expense of purchasing your paltry peony publication, and have not even had the trifling consolation of its receipt being acknowledged. Is it thus you encourage the first rays of genius ? and you say hum-drum is out of place in The Day. I say, there is nothing but hum-drum in it from beginning to end. " Every dog has its day," and you have your's. You seem to put nothing in but the ravings of your own disordered imagination. If my effusion is not inserted by the 28th current, rely on my utmost displeasure.
W. M. D. March 26th, 1832.
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SIR,- I beg to enqaire if you are afraid the literary world will be too small to contain your poems and mine, that you advise me to discontinue writting. Till now, I conceived you considered the brightness of your's sufficient to burn up all the writtings that ever preceded them. You acknowledge that my song contains two or three pretty images-well, then, are these not enough to ensure its insertiou in your Day? More than two or three dozen of jingles which have appeared there, that I could name, that have neither poetry, expression, originality, similie, image nor common sense-in fact, that are entirely destitute of every thing that constitutes poetry.
But I must thank you for the insertion of two of my pieces, one iu an early number, the other, in a very late one, which, because they escaped your notice in stile of hand-writting, also escaped your fastidiousness. When I sent my last, I did not send it for criticism nor advice. Had I stood in need of these, I knew better than ask them from a source where I could expect no proper and no honest answer, But, Sir, I despise you and your criticisms, and if I should, at any time, perceive my Pretty images" blended with yours, (a thing you are rather guilty of) I shall write a Sonnet that will burl a black cloud of disgrace about your ears and extinguish the little popularity you may have become possessor of.-I am, Sir, your's,
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MORAL POETS OF GREAT BRITAIN.-No V. scoundrel.”
“No, no,” said Cromwell, “we will ma
nage him another way.” He therefore asked the minisWe are not aware that the number of distinguished
ter to dine with him, and the visit was concluded by Authors, belonging to our city, is so great, as to per
prayer, which lasted three hours, “ even until three in mit us to consign even one of them to obscurity, and,
the morning." yet, for almost two hundred years, comparatively no
A man so conscientious in the discharge of ministhing more has been known of Zacharias Boyd than terial duties, public and private, was not likely to be his bust in the Court of the College, bis donation to the
careless, either in his studies, or the employments University, and his supposed authorship of certain
with which he was intrusted. He appears to have doggerel verses, which are never recited but for the risen early in the morning, from his reprimand to those amusement or ridicule of the bearer.
We trust onir
“ who are of a base spirit, who, sluggishly gaping and readers will have a juster idea of the merits of Boyd, streching, lye buskinge on the downe," and he often before the conclusion of our remarks, and that, if they quoted a Latin verse, which he translated, thus,
« It maketh holie, whole and rich to rise early in the morning.” will not permit us to inscribe his name on the highest circle of the pillar, that records the glories of the
Towards the termination of his life, he became de
bilitated, and attempted to curtail his public discourses; Seottish muse, they will, at least, assign to it a station far above that to which they formerly considered him
but, even under such circumstances, this gave
to his congregation, and the session records bear upon It is proper to avail ourselves of the earliest oppor
them the following remonstrance on the subject—“Feb. tunity of disabusing the reader, regarding Boyd's au
13, 1651, some are to speak to Mr. Z. Boyd about thors hip of the absurd verses, that have been inserted
the soon skailing of the Baronie kirk on Sunday after
noon.' in the jest books of the present day, and which are
Of the last sickness of Boyd, there is no record, so frequently offered as specimens of his composition.
but we know nothing more touching, in biography, Many of these are not to be found in his works at all,
than the following words, written tremulously and inand others have been mutilated and altered to suit the false taste of the collector. " It is astonishing,” says
distinctly, in a manuscript he had nearly completed,
“ heere the author was neere his end, and was able to Dr. Jamieson, “wbat liberties have been taken with the memory of one of the principal benefactors of the
doe no more, March third, 1653."
Like other great men, Boyd had his aversions and University, good "Zachary Boyd, in the extracts pretended to be given from the MS. of his poetical works, peculiarities. His ire seems to have been highly ex
cited, by the indulgence of the fair sex in the eleganpreserved in the College Library, Unpolished as many
cies of the toilet, and the vanities of outward adornof his expressions are, they have been grossly exaggerated."
ment; but wbat will some of our clerical friends say The first notice of our author will be found in a
to the following anathema.
“ There be now another sort of drunkards, who a letter from David Boyd to Principal Boyd, wherein the following expression occurs :-" There is a friend
spoile their healthe with reeke and smoke ; tabacca
men, who goe about to smoke the soule out of the of yours, Zacharias Boyd, who will pass his course at
body, as if it were a foxe cbased out of his hole. What tbe College within two years." From Glasgow he went to Saumur, in Frauce, under his relation, Robert
count shoulde such fierie pipers make to God, if death
in an instant should seaze upon them with that fire Boyd. According to his own statement, he had been absent in France sixteen years, “ where it had pleased pipe at their mouth? I will not insiste against this God to make him a preacher of the word, the space of
sinne that was once a great stranger in this land,
onely this will I say for the present: this takeing of four years," He returned to his native country in
reeke seemethe to be a graceless thing. If a man 1621. In 1623, he was ordained minister of the
come into a house and take but a drink, he will first church of the Barony Parish of Glasgow, in which si. tuation he continued till his death.
pray to God for a blessing. But there is no grace for He filled the distinguished office of Lord Rector of
tobacca, as if it were not a creature of God." the University, in the years 1634-35 and 1645.
Of Boyd's poetical genius it is now our duty to That Boyd was a man of strong nerve, and coura- offer an opinion. He appears to have had a vivid imgeous deportment, is evinced by the spirited conduct pression and relish for the beanties of nature, and he displayed during Cromwell's visit to this city. It whatever was presented to him, either in real life, or is related by Baillie, “that Cromwell and his army
in the course of his reading, seems to have been incame by way of Kilsyth to Glasgow. The Magistrates delibly impressed on his mind. In his prose works, and Ministers fled all away. I got to th Isle of Cum- there are passages of eloquence second to none in the ray with my Lady Montgomery, but left all my works of our Scottish writers; yet in these, we find family, and goods to Cromwell's courtesy, which, in- expressions, intermingled, that induce us to question deed, was great, for he took such a course with his
the author's taste even when he is most splendid. soldiers, that they did less displeasure at Glasgow than “ It is now time to mind the things that are above. if they had been at London, though Mr. Zachary Fye upon clay and stones ! What are all the royal Boyd railed on them all, to their very face, in the High palaces of the world to these stately bouses above, Church.” On another occasion, when Cromwell went whereof the floure or pavement glistens with thousands in state to the Cathedral, it so happened that Mr. Boyd of starres, as with as many golden nails, or twinkling preached in the forenoon, when he took occasion, se- diamonds. There the sun and moone, the two great verely, to inveigh against the Protector, so that his jewels of heaven, shall be under your feet, which are Secretary whispered him for leave “to pistol the now above our head.”—(Battle of the Soul.)