GLASGOW GOSSIP.

OUR Spectacles were visiting the Assembly Rooms last Saturday, where Mons. DUPUIS' Pupils were figuring in Mazourkas and Quadrilles. The dancing Saloon has just been painted, and seems in excellent order for the amusement to be exercised on the 19th. We intend to have an eye and an ear at the approaching assembly, If any to report to us the fashions and appearance of the ladies. thing is out in the preparations or conduct of the affair, we may also be inclined to shew a tooth. In the meantime we recommend that Mons. Dupuis be appointed Master of Ceremonies, as the want of such a person has been frequently experienced on former occasions.

The other day, as a gentleman, very much afflicted with the cholera panic, was travelling from Edinburgh to Glasgow in one of Mr. Bain's coaches, he was alarmed to observe a person sitting opposite to him, staring very closely into his features. Thinking that it must be some prognostication of the disease that drew the stranger's attention so closely, his fears became every moment more overpowering, till at last he exclaimed, "For God's sake, Sir, inform me if my face is becoming blue." The stranger apologized for his curiosity, and resolved never to look a person so earnestly in the face, unless when a lady's black eyes compelled him.

BURKING NO NEW CRIME.

THAT the system of "Burking" is not new, but has been often and long practised, is a very general belief. The following case, which we extract from M'Laurin's Criminal Cases, page 152, shews that it has been practised in Edinburgh about 80 years ago. Few can doubt that, in the intermediate time between this case and the detection of Burke and Hare, it has been frequently practised. The fact of its having been practised and punished, indeed, so long ago as 1752, is a strong additional argument in proof of the necessity of some legislative enactment for supplying schools of anatomy. There is something appalling in the cool nature of the defence offered in this case, that the stealing of a living child only inferred an arbitrary punishment; but that selling a dead one was no crime at all; the murdering for the purpose of selling is passed over as if they expected it would not be proved. The jury and the court seem to have taken the murder for granted, for they do not find it proven :

"February 3d, 1752.

"HIS MAJESTY'S ADVOCATE,

"AGAINST HELEN TORRANCE AND JEAN WALDIE. "They were indicted for stealing and murdering John Dallas, "a boy about eight or nine years of age, son of John Dallas, "chairman in Edinburgh, on the 3d December, 1751.

"The counsel for the prisoners represented, That however the "actual murder might be relevant to infer the pains of death, yet "the stealing the child could only infer an arbitrary punishment. "And, as to selling the dead body, it was no crime at all.

"Answered for the Crown.-Though the stealing the child, "when alive, when disjoined from the selling it when dead, might "not go so far; yet, when taken together, they were undoubtedly "relevant to infer a capital punishment.

"The court pronounced the usual interlocutor. "The jury brought in the following verdict: Find, That "the pannels are both guilty, art and part, of stealing John Dal"las, a living child, and son of John Dallas, chairman in Edin"burgh, from his father's house, at the time and in the manner "libelled; and of carrying him to the house of Jean Waldie, one "of the pannels; and, soon thereafter, on the evening of the day "libelled, of selling and delivering his body, then dead, to some "' surgeons and students of physic.'

"The court adjudged both prisoners to be hanged."

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. SELECTIONS from the Prose Works of Mr. Robert Southey, chiefly for the use of schools and young persons, are announced, to consist of extracts from the History of Brazil, Life of Nelson, Espriella's Letters, Book of the Church, &c.

DR. WEATHERHEAD has in the press an Account of the Beulah Saline Spring at, Norwood.

LONDON THEATRICALS.
From our London Correspondent.

I HAVE not thought it necessary to write you for some days; the
fact is, there was really nothing worth communicating.
It seems
now to be understood, that Lord F. LEVESON GOWER's tragedy of
Catherine of Cleves, will not be brought forward this season. It
is surmised that the delay has arisen from a want of confidence on
the part of the regulators of Covent Garden, as to its success. As
a quid pro quo it is again asserted that Miss FANNY KEMBLE'S
historical play of Francis the First will be immediately brought
upon the stage.

The Christmas Pantomime at Covent Garden has turned out remarkably well. The pit and the galleries have been almost invariably filled, and when that is the case, the proprietors cannot be losers. It is now almost certain that Mr. CHARLES KEMBLE will retire from the management next season, and that new parties will enter upon the speculation; the Theatre will then be let at an annual rent, like any other house, and a gentleman called ANSTRUTHER has been named in many circles as the expected tenant. All the matters in dispute between Mr. C. Kemble and Mr. Harris have been amicably arranged.

Every day shews more and more, how very ill advised the Patent Theatres have been in their recent attack upon Minor Dramatic Establishments. It is now understood that they do not mean to proceed farther in the prosecution. Enough has, however, been done to induce the proprietors and parties interested in Minor Theatres to continue the agitation of the question until some alteration of the existing law has been made, so that they may no longer be at the mercy either of the Patent Theatres or of ordinary informers.

A new farce called "The First day of the Term" has come out at Drury Lane. It seems however merely to have been got up for the sake of a pictorial exhibition, by STANFIELD, of London from Berkeley Square to Westminster Hall. It is to be hoped that the Town will not much longer remain satisfied with such sorts of substitutes for the "Legitimate Drama," which the great Theatres cannot act with profit, and which they will not permit the other houses to attempt. London must have an alteration in the law, and that immediately, if it wishes to preserve its dramatic taste in all the purity of the last century.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

I. W. L.'s poetical contributions have been received, and will be submitted to the first meeting of our BOARD. Our poetical friends are, however, sadly numerous, and as we have resolved to put nothing in our Poet's Corner at all akin to the rhyming Balaam of a common newspaper, our friends must pardon us if the lucubrations they send us do not always meet their gaze in our columns. They must remember, that what may be very good for a lady's album, is far under the bright standard of the "Day." "Plan for Arresting the Progress of Vulgarity on Blytheswood Hill" will appear in the course of a few days.

"The Confessions of a Burker, No. 2," will appear to-morrow.

THE

DAY,

CONFESSIONS OF A BURKER. No. II. (Communicated by a Medical Practitioner.)

Aye, Heaven and Earth do cry impossible.

The shuddering angels, round the eternal throne, Veiling themselves in glory, shriek "Impossible!" But Hell doth know it true.

MATURIN'S BERTRAM.

ON placing myself by the bed-side of "The Vulture," I again recommended him to send for some person who would be able to administer that consolation which he appeared so much to require, and proposed to go myself for the parish minister. "Parish fiddlestick!!" he exclaimed, with a look in which the impious scorn of the infidel seemed to struggle with the despairing agony of the fiend-" first hear my tale, Dr.

-,and then you will be satisfied that no man dares to hold out a single glimpse of hope to a being who has placed himself so far beyond the pale of mercy as Itherefore do not farther tantalize a wretch that must soon be called hence to answer for his horrible enormities." I was silent, and he thus proceeded :—“ Had I been a common criminal, I would have imputed my falling away from the path of rectitude to the contamination I was exposed to, by coming in contact with the despicable characters my limited circumstances compelled me to associate with. But the deep depravity of a of a heart callous to all the feelings of humanity, and naturally prone to revel in the disgusting details of the charuel-house, rendered me better qualified to play the master-spirit among them, than likely to inhale any moral infection from their presence. It was not a love of science, Dr., that prompted me to drag the pale remains of decaying mortality from their dreary abode. No; I was perfectly regardless of advancing in the knowledge of the profession I affected to study; a diseased appetite for prowling like a vampire at midnight among the receptacles of the dead, had taken possession of my mind, engendered, no doubt, by the applause bestowed upon me on account of the successful issue of the ingenious schemes of which I had been the too fortunate inventor. So indifferent, in short, was I to the study of physiology, that, while I had the character of being the most expert in obtaining possession of a subject, I was, with out doubt, the most ignorant with regard to its internal construction-and how could it be otherwise? The moment I placed a corpse in the receiving room, all interest regarding it was then, on my part, at an end. Nature seemed to have marked me for a body-snatcher, and I at last determined to follow the bent of my inclination. With this view, I intimated to the Professor, that unless I received from him the regular price paid for subjects to the snatchers, I must seek for it elsewhere. Indignant at what he termed my meanness of spirit, he let me understand, that if I intended to maintain myself by such practices, he must expel me from the class, as he would permit no paid snatcher to hold the rank of a student. We therefore agreed on the price I was to receive, and I submitted to the degradation.

"At the time I effected this arrangement, I was three pounds ten shillings in arrears to the people I lodged with, a simple well-meaning couple, who had been

married about eighteen months, and had, during my stay with them, treated me always with the greatest indulgence. This conduct gave them no doubt, a claim to such gratitude, as a fiend like me was capable of entertaining towards them. They had one little child, a lovely cherub, the first pledge of their affection, which, about this time, happened to be seized by one of those complaints incident to infancy. Their medical adviser was called in, and he prescribed such medicines as would soon have restored it in health to its distressed parents, had I not found means secretly to tamper with his prescriptions."

"Infamous villain," I exclaimed.

"The Vulture" gave a horrible grin and proceeded. "The devoted innocent, after lingering in great pain from the deleterious mixtures, expired in the arms of its distressed mother, and both the unhappy parents abandoned themselves to the excess of their affliction. As the mind of the father was unfit for attending to the duties incident to the occasion, I assisted him in writing the funeral letters, making the arrangements necessary for the interment, and nightly joined him in his devotional exercises."

"Monster of impiety" I again exclaimed. But "The Vulture" continued unmoved.

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"The night previous to the funeral arrived, and the lid of the coffin was screwed down, amid the sobs and tears of the agonized pair who listened, in seeming patience, to the religious consolation which some of their sympathizing relatives felt it their duty to impress upon them. The company at last departed, and the inmates of this house of mourning retired to bed. I threw myself down to wait for that silence which was necessary for carrying my farther designs into execution. I at last heard the chimes strike the quarter past twelve. I then rose slowly, and put on my cloth shoes over those I usually wore. I then glided in silence from my room, and I had just touched the handle of the door of the apartment where the corpse was placed, when my progress was stopped by hearing a deep drawn sigh. I listened, and heard the groans of the father mingling with the convulsive sobs of the mother, as the miserable pair wept on each other's bosoms over the memory of the little firstling of their love. I instantly retired to my lair, where I lay couched for two hours, when I again rose, and taking the pillow in my hand, slipped in silence to my former station. I listened and found the two had, at last, wept themselves asleep. All was now silent-not a sound reached my ear save the beatings of my own fiendish heart, which seemed to throb with a more violent pulsation at the prospect of completing a scheme of atrocity, more heinous and novel, than any it had hitherto conceived. The night was one of intense frost, and the moon shone bright through the casement, throwing a silvery radiance round the coffin, which enabled me to unscrew and take off the cover with the greatest ease. In raising the corpse, as I am a living man I saw, or conceived I saw, a smile of ineffable sweetness, break over the face of the babe-it shot like a burning dagger to my heart—I started, and had nearly dropped the corpse on the floor, but, suddenly clasping it close to my breast, I calmed my agitation and proceeded with my work of infamy. I laid the little one on a chair, and taking up the pillow, I press

ed it into the coffin to make up the weight, and then screwed it down as I had found it. I now stole, in silence, from the house, and, at the bottom of the stair, pulled off my cloth shoes and hastened, with the speed of a blood-hound, to place my prize in the receiving room, of which I had the privilege of a pass key. With the same cautious speed which I left the house I returned, and glided to bed without incurring the slightest suspicion of my absence. I had not, however, been there above an hour, before I heard a slight noise in the plundered room. I rose gently to reconnoitre; the door was open, and my blood began to creep in my veins, as I beheld, in a flood of moonlight, a human figure, arrayed in white, bending over the coffin; my terror, however, was momentary; I instantly perceived that the object before me was the wretched mother, who had stolen from the side of her sleeping helpmate, to indulge her sorrows in secret, and vent the long and last farewell throb of affection o'er the remains of her child. My hellish heart laughed inwardly at the delusion, and I slunk back to bed."

(To be continued.)

FINE ARTS.

GALLERY OF SOCIETY OF PAINTERS IN WATER COLOURS. Tilt & Co. London, 1832.

Ir ever there were a period, more than another, in which a knowledge of the Fine Arts was likely to be generally diffused throughout Great Britain, it is the present. The spirited publishers

Tilt and others, and the beautiful art of engraving, have no inconsiderable share in furnishing us with the means whereby our tastes may be cultivated, and our improvement advanced to the utmost extent of which our faculties are susceptible. However much we may be inclined to yield the palm to the great masters of former days in painting and sculpture, we are prepared, not only to dispute their claim to superiority in engraving, but positively to pronounce, that we are equal in all and greatly superior to them in many departments of that fascinating art. There is no picture, however extensive or complicated, but what the Burin of the present day can easily imitate, and fac-similies of every meritorious work are placed before us in an incredibly short time after their appearance, as well as all the most celebrated paintings of the old masters, one-fourth of which could never, by any other means, come within the observation of even the most opulent individuals. Hence we have an opportunity of seeing and studying works of art of every description, and thereby acquiring a knowledge which could not possibly be obtained by any other means. We are, perhaps, not prepared to extend the powers of engraving so far, as a late ingenious writer in the "DAY," did those of painting, but, if its contemplation will not produce the cure of insanity, we are certain that it will, at least, perform a perfect cure for blue devils, ennui and many other of those "ills which flesh is heir to."

Looking in t'other night, upon Mr. David Robertson, our facetious Bibliopole, to see if we could find relief from some of the above horrors, he, with his usual humorous and accommodating manners, knowing us to be not only epicures but gormandizers in art, placed before us, by way of treat, the first number of a new work entitled, " Gallery of the Society of Painters in Water Colours." "There," says he, "look at that, and then tell us what you think of the water colour lads, so much slighted by your oil and gumption connoisseurs."

We had before heard of the work, and, of course, were not altogether unprepared for it. We have always been advocates for the encouragement of this most masterly, beautiful, and, we may add, national style of painting, and that from its being exclusively English, at least in the present most effective and splendid state at which it has arrived.

The first subject that presented itself was a View of Venice, after Prout, and, on beholding it, we felt somewhat akin to that which Acres tells us of his courage, away flew our ennui, and all our disagreeable dreams began to ooze even out at our finger ends. To speak seriously, our mind was tranquillized and our pleasure

complete. This is one of those subjects, in the execution of which the painter has no rival, and is said to be one of the happiest efforts of his pencil. The design is good, as it gives the best possible idea of the splendour and magnificence of the far-famed palace, as well as some very interesting objects which surround it. The other appendages are characteristic and appropriate. This print is charmingly engraved both in the details and broad masses; but we, who saw the original drawing, are of opinion that the print suffers for want of the gorgeous colouring with which the artist has invested the drawing. Prout's style and taste, as many of our readers well know, are peculiarly adapted for scenes of this description; of course we do not wonder at the complete success which has attended his present pictoral effort.

The next print is "The Gamekeeper," by Hunt. The name is associated with many disagreeable feelings, but with that we have nothing to do at present. The design is extremely simple; it is no other than a gamekeeper just returned from a fatiguing ramble, which so many consider the highest acme of enjoyment; but which, when pursued as a profession, is by no means so captivating; this latter feeling is strongly depicted throughout the entire figure. He is beheld refreshing himself with a glass of prime home-brewed; but extreme lassitude, unaccompanied with any appearance of pleasure in his employment, is strongly pourtrayed over all his frame; his faithful helpmate slumbers at his feet, while the sole reward of all their labour seems to be a couple of unlucky birds, sleeping on the table the sleep that knows no waking. That the picture was drawn from the life, we have no hesitation in saying. The proofs are unequivocal, although we will not say that it is the most graceful or pleasing attitude that might have been selected for the occasion. With ideal form it has no connection-nor ought it; but it is powerfully characteristic, well drawn, and placed under a judicious effect of light and shadow. It is likewise a pleasing variety and contrast to the preceding plate.

The third print, which fills up the number, is after the wellknown Stephenoff, "Rembrandt in his Study." This subject is beautifully engraved, but it also loses for want of the colour in the original drawing, nor do we think the distribution of light the best that might have been adopted for the subject. It looks spotty, and what is meant for the great mass of light, is too much in the corner of the picture to be pleasing or effective. On the whole, however, though the composition be scattered and uninteresting, still its mechanical excellence, both in the engraving and the original picture, is not surpassed by any painting in oil or engraving we have seen of the modern school. From the superior manner which this number of the work alluded to is got up, and the knowledge we happen to have of the pictures which are to follow, we may confidently assure the subscribers that they may anticipate such a series of interesting and varied specimens of exquisite art, as will prove to them a rich recompence for the small sum they may lay out in the purchase of this deserving publication. Tilt & Co. are also bringing out landscape illustrations of Byron's works, by the justly celebrated Stanfield, and others, which are reported to be chefs d'œuvres. From such subjects and such artists, we may fairly anticipate a sumptuous feast.

WEST OF SCOTLAND EXHIBITION, WE rejoice, not only because we have it in our power to present our readers, with a catalogue of sales, effected by our enthusiastic friends of the Dilettanti Society, of the pictures recently exhibited in the Fourth West of Scotland Exhibition, but we also are glad to perceive that, notwithstanding the public mind is at present agitated, by interests so important, as entirely to absorb its attention, the sales of the Society have this year been so numerous. We are aware, that nothing but the greatest personal exertions of the members of the Society could have accomplished this in the present circumstances of our city and neighbourhood; and, we are sure, that the contributions of the Artists, when another opportunity of exhibiting occurs, will shew they appreciate the services of its members in their behalf.

We understand that New Rooms, in a very favourable and fashionable part of the city, have been secured, for future exhibitions; and as we trust the present louring of the political storm will pass away, and serenity and peace will soon bless our beloved

land, so we also hope that the pure and civilizing Arts will again assume their sway, and ever find in Glasgow a congenial home.

List of Pictures sold in the Fourth West of Scotland Exhibition, under the Patronage of the Members of the Glasgow Dilettanti Society.

5, The Mountain Watch.-George Harvey, S. A.-R. Jenner, Esq. M.G.D.S. *
14, The Clandestine Correspondence.-Charles Lees, S. A.-W. Whyte, Esq.
23, Fisher Boys.-T. S, Good.-W. Thompson, Esq.

58, The Smuggler-W. Bonnar, S. A.-W. T. Nimmo, Esq. M.G.D.S.
41, Rebecca, from Ivanhoe.-H. Y. Howard, R. A.-J. Corbett, Esq.
59, View in Vallambrosa.-J. Giles, S. A.-A. M'Lellan, Esq. M.G.D.S.
72, Vale of Garry, Athole.-D. O. Hill, S. A.-J. Kerr, Esq. M.G.D.S.
87, Cattle Piece.-W. Geikie.-J. Brown, Jun. Esq.

90, Windsor Castle.-F. H. Henshaw.-A. M'Lellan, Esq. M. G.D.S.
97, Dead Game.-George Stevens.-M. Bulloch, Esq.
100, The Blessing.-W. Bonnar, S. A.-

Blackie, Esq.

101, A Scene in Warwickshire.-H. H. Lines.-T. Edington, Esq. 112, Dead Game.-A. J. Oliver, A.R. A.-W. T. Nimmo, Esq.

122, John Knox's House.-H. W. Burgess.-W. Buchanan, Esq. M.G.D.3. 135, Fisherman's Cottage Door.-J. Oliphant.-J. King, Esq. 137, Fishing Boats.-J. C. Brown.-C. Hutcheson, Esq. M. G.D.S. 143, A Country Girl.-J. Pairman.-J. White, Esq.

158, Bothwell Castle.-A. Donaldson.-J. G. M'Kirdy, Esq.

164, Cesar's Camp.-F. H. Henshaw.-A. M'Lellan, Esq. M.G.D.S.
164, Windsor Castle.-F. H. Henshaw.-T. Edingten, Esq.

165, Crawford Park.-F. H. Henshaw.-C. Hutcheson, Esq. M.G.D.S.
172, Cottage Scene.-F. W. Watts.-A. T. Cleland, Esq.
174, Landscape and Cattle.-H. H. Lines.-J. Storer, Esq. M.G.D.S.
183, View on the Solway.-J, A. Gilfillan.-R. Freeland, jun. Esq.
192, Landscape with Cattle.-John Fleming.-J. Baird, Esq. M.G.D.S.
203, Purse Bay, Ullawater.-John Knox.-T. Carswell, Esq.
216, Scene near Loch-Earn Head.-A. Sommerville.-J. Turnbull, Esq.
923, Portincross Castle.-H. M'Culloch.-T. Carswell, Esq.
252, Scottish Shepherd.-W. M'Artney.-R. C. Baird, Esq.

276, Mouth of the River Don.-W. Brown.-J. Fleming, Esq.

296, View on Rannoch Moor.-C. Fielding.-W. Thompson, Esq. 300, Bridge, Westmoreland.-J. Powell.-W. Bankier, Esq.

$58, Model in Wax, Fidelity.-B. C. Furniss.-A. M'Lellan, Esq. M.G.D.S.

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THIS is really a catchpenny performance, and if it met with its due, instead of being praised up by "hireling critics," it would have been long ago drummed out of the literary republic. "Chaunt of the Cholera" is nothing but a chain of jingling stanzas, by which this fell disease is supposed, like the rattlesnake, to give us warning of its approach. The effect which our author produces is very different from what he intended, as his jumping versification elicits any emotion rather than that of awe, and demonstrates that, while in his poetic phrenzy, he supposes himself soaring on the back of Pegasus, he is only mounted on some hobbling hack, which all his efforts are unable to stimulate into any thing but an ineffectual activity. The "Songs for Ireland," of which the greater part of the volume consists, possess little merit, and are written, we must say, in a very bad spirit. They are intended to express the feelings of the Irish peasantry; but they are, in fact, rather calculated to encourage the natives of the Sister Isle in an antipathy to the English government. Most of them, though only now published, were written two or three years ago, when the deputy administration at Dublin was in all its unpopularity; and it is very ill-judged, to say the least of it, to revive old grudges, by recalling these times to remembrance. this book of Mr. Banim's is merely got up, like some quack advertisements, to take by its alarming title, and we hope that a discerning public will withhold from it their encouragement.

In fact,

GENTLEMEN'S FASHIONS.

WE have received the following epistle, upon the grave subject of gentlemen's trousers, which we insert in the hope that some of our numerous correspondents may clear up the matter that is so justly complained of by our correspondent. We may merely say, that, having little acquaintanceship ourselves with the mysteries of the goose, we order our publisher to take the opinion of the "World of Fashion" on that momentous point at issue, according to its dicta in puris naturalibus. Whether he has done so to the letter or not, we cannot say; but it is certainly to be hoped that, notwithstanding his peculiar accuracy, he has, in this instance, been guilty of an erratum.

To the Editor of the Day.

SIR, Among the variety of information and amusement contained in "The Day," I was particularly pleased to observe that you had not neglected the "Gentlemen's Fashions." It is very satisfactory for me to be informed, that when in full puff I put on my best blue coat, with yellow buttons; the proper thing to wear with it is a green velvet waistcoat; and I shall figure with one accordingly at the assembly on the 19th.

All this is very easily understood, and comfortable; but when you descend to the no less "indispensable" article of habiliment, I must say I am a little puzzled. I am there informed'it is fashionable to wear trousers "without straps or bottoms." The former article I do not object to dispense with; but, unless a kilt is allowed, I must demur to the latter. At all events, dear Mr. Editor, do issue, as soon as possible, an order for broad skirts to the coat, for the sake of the comfort of

ORIGINAL POETRY.

TO MARY.

O! Mary, when the wild wind blows,
And blasts the beauty o' the rose;
Thy coming fate to me it shows,
And I could weep for Mary.

Aft has the blossom deck'd the tree,
Since first thy flatt'ring tell-tale e'e
Confessed a wee bit love for me;
And I was smit wi' Mary.

O! Mary, I hae loe'd thee lang,
Thou'rt aye the burthen o' my sang.
Baith day an night, whare'er I gang,
I think o' nought but Mary.

When sleep seals up my weary e'e,
In dreams thy Angel form I see,
And in soft raptures say to thee,
Oh! dinna leave me Mary.

O Mary! when the world's unkind,
And poverty leaves me behind,

I still can cheer my drooping mind
Wi' thoughts o' thee, sweet Mary.

A DANDY.

GLASGOW GOSSIP.

A GENTLEMAN, t'other morning, having obtained our Journal in which the "Symposium in the Edinburgh Rainbow, by a Modern Athenian," was inserted, stepped on board a steam boat at the Broomielaw, and sat himself down, without drying it, to feast himself with its contents. A Greeneck witling who observed him ere long, approached, and, thinking to get a rise out of the Glasgow cit, said, "I see, Sir, that your Glasgow Day is like its synonyme-wet.” "I beg your pardon, Sir, it is the wet night in Edinburgh that makes it so, and I may merely tell you that I hope the Day will reign thereby more effectually than ever.' "Why, Sir," exclaimed the Shaws' Water "I think your wit seems to be as dry and cutting as the Edinburgh atmosphere in April." "It is a mercy," retorted the cit, "that it is not so dull and misty as that of Greenock throughout the whole twelvemonth."

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An inquisitive Paisley man, observing a large placard respecting our publication stuck at the corner of the Sneddon, stopped a waggish acquaintance with this question: :-" Seest'ou that yellow paper there-Gordon's Loan and Prussia Street !-what's t'at noo ?" "It's the 'DAY;' do yeu no understand that, man?" "'Od," said the wabster," is't ocht mair about thae black chiels Day & Martin ?" "Na!" said the wag, "it is the Day of Alljeers!

ANDERSONIAN SOIREE.

ON Monday, DR. BRICE read an ably-written and interesting Paper on the causes of the Greek Revolution. A discussion ensued-not on the subject of the Essay, on which there could be no difference of opinion-but on a question started by Mr. JOHN DOUGLAS, on the relative importance of Politics and the Natural Sciences. Mr. DOUGLAS advocated the superior importance of Politics, whilst the President and Dr. SCOULLER took the opposite side of the question. We hope, in future, to be able to give a fuller account of these interesting Meetings, and that we shall also have it in our power to give a record of the dates, subjects treated of, and names of the speakers, at each of the preceding Soirées.

MISS JARMAN.

We have been prevented, for want of room, to continue the remarks which we commenced in a late number upon our own theatre; in the meantime, we beg leave to present our readers with a short epistle which we received yesterday, connected with that subject:

(To the Editor of the Day.)

SIR,-Having heard considerable praise bestowed upon Miss Jarman, I had the curiosity to attend her benefit. were, "The Soldier's Daughter," "Perfection," and The pieces "The Evil Eye," in all of which she appeared to great advantage, but more especially in the first two. She is tall, handsome, and graceful, and her manner in every thing is that of a lady. Genteel comedy is her forte, and, in that alone, can she be called great; for, although she excels in the pathetic, her voice wants that breadth and volume that is necessary for the declamatory and heroic parts of tragedy. "Perfection" is a clever Interlude, and the title might, with the greatest propriety and truth, be applied to Miss Jarman's personification of the principal character. Her part in the "Evil Eye," with the exception of one scene, is an indifferent one, and was played nearly as well by Miss Mason, to whose style of acting it is peculiarly adapted.

The Dunlop-Street Company is, upon the whole, unworthy of so large a city as Glasgow. Stoddart, I think, has mistaken his profession, and has a vile custom of speaking with his teeth shut, as if to avoid lisping. Alexander, whom I allow to be a man of talent, ought to recollect, however, the nature of the character, which he is representing, before he introduces anything of his own, lest, in the part of a gentleman, he should call a lute a hurdy gurdy," and be deservedly hissed for it, as he was on Friday. Lloyd is, as he ought to be, a favourite. the prompter, was aware that his old hat is discoverable from the If Ferguson, side-boxes, he would, perhaps, endeavour to look more like a gentleman than a Jew.

The band of the 4th Royal Dragoon Guards was in attendance, and played, during the evening, a number of delightful airs, which even the "Gods" seemed to appreciate, from the liberality of their applause.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

We are happy to learn that other two volumes of the Tour of a German Prince, with a Portrait, containing among other things his observations on the Society and Manners of the Metropolis, will be speedily published.

MR. W. RADDON has just completed a line engraving from an early picture of Wilkie's, in possession of Mr. Catley of Barnet, called the "Clubbist," from Goldsmith's Essays. A companion plate is also just completed by Mr. Warren, from another early picture of Mr. Wilkie's, entitled the "New Coat," from Voltaire's Tales, both of which are to be issued this month. Mr. Raddon

is also engaged upon a line plate of "Queen Mab," from Milton, after a picture by Fuseli, forming a companion to his plate of the " Night Mare," after the same artist.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

Lay of the Mill, or the Pleasures of the Pay-Night," will appear in the course of next week. It will be found a most appropriate ballad for the study of those who declare themselves every Saturday, by their deeds,-the sworn foes of Temperance Societies.

"The Bonnie Brig, to the tune of Johnny Cope," had been laid out for to-day's Number; but, it having appeared in a Contemporary, we have, of course, kept it back. Had we been aware that its author was so impatient to see himself in type, we certainly would have attempted to minister to his mania several days ago. We shall take care, however, when we are next favoured with his lucubrations, that we conform to the peculiar idiosyncrasy of our correspondent.

"The Largs Regatta, No. 3," early next week.

A.'s lines on the "Source of True Happiness," we fear would afford little pleasure to our readers.

"Volatile's" Stanzas are rather too much in the "hop-stepand-jump" style for our columns.

"M. M.'s" Verses, after a little emendation, will perhaps find a place when we have room.

"The Three Leaves," by E. Nyam, are under consideration. "Stanzas, by a Lady," are not quite up to our standard. spirit is good, but the execution feeble.

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