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SPRING AND SUMMER.-If the last 18 days of February, and 10 days of Murch, be for the most part rainy, then the spring and summer quarters are like to be so too: and I never knew a great drought but it entered in that season.

Winter.-If the latter end of Oct. and beginning of Nov. be for the most part warm and rainy, then Jan. and Feb. are like to be frosty and cold, except after a very dry summer. If Oct. and Nov. be snow and frost, then Jan. and Feb. are like to be open and mild.

ENGLISH PROVERBS ON THE WEATHER.

Ip red the sun begins his race,
Expect that rain will fall apace.
The evening red, and the morning grey,
Are sure signs of a fair day.
If woolly fleeces spread the heavenly way,
No rain, be sure, disturbs the summer's day.
In the waning of the moon,
A cloudy morn-fair afternoon.
When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.

MISCELLANEA, Madrid. Madrid contains no Roman or Moorish monuments; before Charles V. it was but a country-residence, or sitio, where the court passed a few months in the year, as in our days at Aranjuez, the Escurial, and St. Ildefonso. One is astonished on entering Madrid by the gate of Toledo, and the place of Cenada, where the market is held early in the morning, at the tumultuous concourse of people from the country and the provinces, diversely clothed, going, coming, arriving, and departing. Here, a Castilian gathers up the ample folds of his cloak with the dignity of a Roman senator wrapped in his toga. There, a drover from La Mancha, with a long goad in his hand, and clad in a kelt of hide, which also resembles the ancient form of the tunic worn by the Roman and Gothic warriors. Farther on, are seen men whose hair is bound with long silken fillets, and others wearing a sort of short brown vest, chequered with blue and red. The men who wear this habit, come from Andalusia ; they are distinguished by their black lively eyes, their expressive and animated looks, and the rapidity of their utterance. Women sitting in the corners of the streets, and in the public places, are occupied preparing food for this passing crowd, whose homes are not in Madrid. One sees long strings of mules, laden with skins of wine or of oil, or droves of asses, led by a single man, who talks to them unceasingly. One also meets carriages, drawn by eight or ten mules, ornamented with little bells, driven with surprising address by one coachman, either on the trot, or galloping, without reins, and by means of his voice only, using the wildest cries. One long sharp whistle serves to stop all the mules at the same moment. By their slender legs, their tall stature, their proudly raised heads, one would take them for teams of stags or elks. The vociferations of the drivers and the muleteers, the ringing of the church bells, which is unceasing, the various vesture of the men, the superabundance of southern activity, manifested by expressive gestures or shouts in a sonorous language, of which we were ignorant, manners so different from our own, all contributed to make the appearance of the capital of Spain strange to men coming from the north, where all goes on so silently.-M. de Rocca.

NAPOLEON'S COURT CALENDAR.

WIGS NO FAVOURITES.

The following list of French Generals, with their titles, together with an account of the different branches of the Bonapartean Court, may perhaps prove useful to our readers :

Sovereign of Holland— Francis Beauharnois.
King of Naples—Marshal Murat, Prince Joachim Napoleon.
Queen of Naples— Caroline Bonaparte.
King of Spain- Prince Joseph Napoleon.
King of Westphalia-Prince Jerome Napoleon.
Viceroy of Italy, Prince Eugene Beauharnois, 4th corps.
Princess Borghese- Paulina Bonaparte.
Princess of Baden-Stephania de la Pagerie.
Grand Duchess of Florence-Elisa Bonaparte.

Grand Duke of Berg--Prince Charles Louis Napoleon, son of Louis Bonaparte.

Grand Duke of Warsaw-Frederick Augustus IV. King and Elector of Saxony.

Archbishop of Lyons-Cardinal Fesche.

Prince of Pontecorvo-Marshal Bernadotte, Crown Prince of Sweden.

Prince of Neufchatel and Wagram-Marshal Berthier ViceConstable of France.

Prince of Esling, Duke of Rivoli— Marshal Massena.
Prince of Benevento— Talleyrand, Vice Arch-Chancellor.
Prince of Eckmuhl, Duke of Auestadt-Marshal Davoust.
Prince Borghese— Duke of Guastella.
Duke of Abrantes-Marshal Junot.
Duke of Albufera-Count Suchet.
Duke of Bassano–Maret, Secretary of State.
Duke of Belluno-Marshal Victor.
Duke of Cadore, Champagny, Minister of Foreign Affairs.
Duke of Castiglione- Marshal Augereau.
Duke of Cornigliano-Marshal Moncey.
Duke of Dalmatia-Marshal Soult.
Duke of Dantzic-Marshal Lefebre.
Duke of Elchingen-Marshal Ney.
Grand Duke of Florence-General Bacchiochi.
Duke of Friuli-Marshal Duroc, Grand Marshal of the Palace.
Duke of Montebello-Marshal Lasnes.

Duke of Istria— Marshal Bessieres, Commander of the Imperial Guards.

Duke of Otranton Fouche, Governor of Rome.
Duke of Padua— General Arigia.
Duke of Parma-Cambaceres, Arch-Chancellor.

Duke of Placenza—Marshal Lebrun, Prince Arch-Treasurer, Governor of Holland.

Duke of Ragusa— Marshal Marmont.
Duke of Reggio-Marshal Oudinot, 2d corps.
Duke of Rovigo General Savary, Minister of Police.
Duke of Tarento- Marshal Macdonald, 10th corps.
Duke of Treviso - Marshal Mortier.
Duke of Valmy-Marshal Kellerman.

Duke of Vicenza—General Caulincourt, Grand Chamberlain, and Master of Saxony.

Duke of Feltre-General Clarke, Minister at War.
Duke of Massa—Regnier, Minister of Justice.
Duke of Gaeta – Gaudin, Minister of Finances.
Count Sussy-Colin, Minister of Commerce.
Count Cessac-Lacuee, Minister of War.
Count de Pelous-e Monge.

To the Editor of The Day. Dear Day,- It is with pleasure I observe that le beau sexe have at last taken up their quills to answer those whinining bachelor correspondents of yours, who, if they do not receive some little curbing, will soon monopolize the space of every Day, in relating their love contretens. But, I presume, they are those gentlemen who wish to “ marry perfection,” and with all their years, are not yet perfect in the art of making love, otherwise they might have been wedded long ago. But, enough of these frosty bachelors, whose bearts, as my maiden aunt says, are as icy as the north-west passage, else she should never have lived a life of “single blessedness."

There is another class of beaux, viz. tbe Wig Wearers, to whom I wish to give a hint. The ladies have always been taunted as being vain and conceited of their persons, (pardonable sins, I should think in our sex, when our sole study is to please "admiring man,”) but such a charge may now be transferred from our shoulders to the heads of those coxcombs, whose long flowing ringlets of artificial hair, will vie with the curls of many of the gayest ladies. My companions and self bave entered into a “ holy alliance," and we solicit the assistance of every lady who holds her sex in just estimation, to put down such ridiculous folly, by denying all association with such effeminate gentlemen, who, it appears, think more of themselves than they do of any other body. Therefore it will be prudent in these fine gentlemen to divest themselves of their immoderate Wiggism, unless they wish to forfeit the good graces of " lovely woman.

Miss C. the other evening at tea, made the following conundrums on wigs:

How is a bead which wears a wig like a booby school-boy? Because it is frequently lathered !

How is a beautifully curled wig on a head like a buoy? Because it indicates the shallowness of the part below!

I pray you, Mr. Day, do not deny the insertion of this epistle, or my friends and I will accuse you and the bachelors of having united against the fair, at the sametime that your correspondents would wish us to believe, that they are desirous to unite with us.

MARY WIMPLETON.

THE KISS.

(From the Polish.) Why should I thus, in timid dalliance, twine

My wanton fingers in thy raven tresses ; Fearing to touch those dewy lips of thine,

So richly blooming with ambrosial kisses. No more I'll waste the fleeting hours, my fair,

With idle doubts and fears for ever wrestling : No-I will kiss thee, though that kiss may scare

The love away, that in thy breast is nestling. For as of old the Ark received the Dove,

That Autt'ring, sought a resting place in vain ; So to thy breast the startled bird of love

Will soon return and shelter there again.

CRICKETTING.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

Henry MASTERTON, or the Young Cavalier, by the Author of “ Darnley,” is in the press.

Mr. Frazer, the popular author of “ The Kuzzilbash," “ The Persian Adventurer," &c. has also a new Novel in the Press, to be called the Highland Smuggler.

Legends of the Rhine and Low Countries, by the Author of “ High-ways and By-ways," is about to be published.

The Token of the Covenant, designed and engraved in mezzotint by Mr. George Sanders, is in the press.

This admirable game, so well calculated for giving strength and agility to the frame, has now become a favourite amusement throughout Scotland. For the last thirty years many attempts were made to establish the game. In 1829 the Western Cricket Club was formed, and enrolled nearly a hundred members. The year following gave birth to the University Club, composed chiefly at that time of English students, who were all adepts and enthusiastic admirers of the game; these gentlemen observed, with satisfaction, the strenuous exertions which the Western Cricketers were making to become proficients in their favourite amusement, and did every thing in their power to assist them in their endea

By their instruction and tutorage, the game was now regularly played, and, shortly afterwards, the W. C. C. could boast of its off-hitters, three-quarter bowlers and good fielders. A Club was then got up in Edinburgh under the name of the Brunswick Cricket Club—and Perth, Stirling, Ayr, Kilmarnock and Greenock soon followed their example, thus establishing this healthful exercise in the principal towns in Scotland. We believe there are now several matches in petto, and, should any of these take place in Glasgow, we have no doubt that our fair citizens will patronize this new and elegant game by their presence.

vours.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

B's Sonnet to the “Spirit of Reform" is too political for our columns. We are not so foolish as to brave the Stamp Acts!

Darkness” ought to be reserved till “ The Night” be published. The M.S. will be found with our publisher. Stanzas on “ Excitement" will not suit us.

We have enough of real excitement at present to require anything fanciful on the subject.

“ Sonnet to the Trumpet which proclaimed the passing Resolations in the Green,” is the product of a very immature mind.

An Elegy on the “Old Lady of Self-Election,” by the Aide. camp of the Sma' Weft, has too many home thrusts, at those who at present are hatted and enchained, for our columns. The allusion to the want of a Quorum to petition the King, is too true, but the deduction drawn from that circumstance is perhaps carried too far.

GLASGOW LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

A Jeu d'Esprit. The following New Works, in addition to those mentioned last week, are in the Press under the patronage of the “ Gegg Club :"

“ The Confessions of an Ecclesiastical Litigant," by a Sturdy Supporter of the Kirk of Scotland, in 10 volumes 4to.

On the Best and Cheapest mode of erecting Hustings, by the author of a published, but still unprinted, “Ramble through France and Italy.”

The Art of Manufacturing Plate from Pennies, by an UltraAdmirer of our “ Sailor King,” dedicated to Joseph Hume, Esq.

“ Railers and Railery, or the Advantages of an Iron Medium of Exchange,” by Vitruvius SecundUS, M.G.D.S. Seven copies on vellum for the peculiar use of Exchange Proprietors.

“ Ratting," a New Rondo in the key of D flat. This piece of music is peculiarly well adapted for those who are desirous to acquire proficiency in modulating from one key to another.

Our Publisher requests us to state, that, in consequence of the absence of one of his regular Runners, several of the Subscribers were deprived of their last week's number on Saturday morning. Those who have not yet received it will please make immediate application, as the numbers remaining are very limited, notwithstanding of Three Editions having been thrown off.

advertisements.

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FOREIGN LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

FRANCE.-M. Tabaraud, one of the last members of “the Oratory,” and perhaps the last Jansenist in France, has just died at Limoges, in the eighty-eighth year of his age. He was the author of many able controversial works, and occupied himself during several of the latter years of his life with a plan for uniting all sects of Christians into one communion.

M. Champollion, whose premature death, at the age of fortyone, learning and science have such reason to deplore, and to whose discoveries in Egyptian hieroglyphics the journals have more than once attempted to do justice, has left behind him, ready for the press, a Grammar of the ancient Egyptian idiom, and a Coptic Grammar and Dictionary. A monument is about to be raised to his memory in his native city of Figeac.

The library of the late Professor Haffner, of Strasburg, now shortly to be subinitted to public sale, and of which the first voluume of the Catalogue has appeared, is one of the finest private collections in existence, and was formed by Professor H. during a period of nearly fifty years. The Catalogue was drawn up by the Professor himself, and is interspersed with characteristic notes, and methodically arranged. The first part, containing more than 8000 works, embraces the departments of philosophy, geography, and travels, history and literature, which are exhibited in a new order, according to which each division presents, at one view, the classes of Greek, Latin, French, German, English, Italian, and Spanish literature. The second part, which is entirely devoted to theology, will appear shortly. The sale of the works comprised in the first part will take place at Strasburgh shortly after Easter, and due notice will be given of the exact time. Mr. Martin, advocate at Strasburg, and son-in-law of Professor H. will receive offers from intending purchasers, either for the whole, or any portion of the classes in the Catalogue.

The principal actors in the late Polish revolution are about to be illustrated in a series of One Hundred Portraits, accompanied with a biographical sketch of each character, by Joseph Straszewicz, himself a sufferer and an exile in the glorious cause. The work will be published at Paris, in 20 livraisons, each containing 5 portraits, and there will be editions in folio and 8vo. We earnestly recommend the undertaking to all lovers of national honour and independence-to all, and they are not a few, in England, whose patronage is ever extended to works like the present.

ITLAY.-Silvio Pellico the author of Francesca da Rimini, and of Eufemio da Messina, who has passed several years in prison on political charges, has published, at Turin, two volumes of poetical works, containing five novelle, or tales in verse, and two tragedies, Esther of Engaddi and Iginia of Asti, which he wrote during his captivity, and which seem to maintain his fame as a tragedian.

ILLIAM LANG & CO. Furnishing Ironmongers, and

Brass Founders, respectfully intimate that they have REMOVED from Argyll Street to extensive Premises at No. 93, BUCHANAN STREET, a little way below Gordon Street.

W. L. & Co. have opened their New WAREHOUSE with an Elegant Stock of the Newest Description of Dining and DkAs. ing Room GRATES, STOVES, FENDERS, &c. ; KITCHEN RANGES of the most approved construction, with Boilers, Ovens, Hor Tables, SJOKE and Wind-up Jacks, and every article in the HOUSE-FURNISHING TRADE, including Tix, Block Tin, BarTANNIA METAL and JAPANNED Goods, and Culinary UTENSILS of every description.

In the BRASS FOUNDRY DEPARTMENT they have just completed an entirely New and Extensive Assortment of Bronzed and LACKERED Gas Lustres, Hexagox LANTEENS Richly-Mounted Crystal LUSTRES, TABLE and SIDEBOARD Oil Lamps, Bronze Ink Pieces and Ornaments, and Gas MorxiIngs, in great variety.

N. B.—Hot Air APPARATUs for heating CHURCHES and PreLIC BUILDINGS, fitted up on the most approved principles. A New APPARATUS adapted for this purpose may be seen in operation at their Warehouse.

W. L. & Co. have devoted their particular attention to the best mode of introducing GAS FITTINGS into Houses and Public Buildings; and as the whole of their Gas Fittings, as well as GRATES, FENDERS, &c. are manufactured by themselves, they have it in their power to ensure Handsome and Substantial Articles, at prices at least as moderate as any other House. No. 93, BuchANAN STREET,

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Mr. E. begs to observe, that no Likeness of any Gentleman is exhibited without his consent; and that the Likenesses of Ladies are never exhibited in his Show-Room, or Duplicates sold, without the consent of the parties.

Full length standing, 5s. Ditto sitting, 7s. Children under Eight Years, 3s. 6d. Duplicates of the Shilhouettes, full-length, 3s. Ditto sitting, 4s. Ditto children, 2s. 6d.

Family Groups taken at their residences, on the same terms, any time after 6 o'clock in the evening.

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A MORNING JOURNAL OF LITERATURE, FINE ARTS, FASHION, &c.

CARPE DIEM.

GLASGOW, SATURDAY, MAY 26, 1832.

Where the bow'd waters meet him, and adore,

The court of old trees, with trunks all hoar,

BYRON

CROSSING THE JURA.
(From an unpublished Tour.)

As we ascended, the snow got wider and wider,

when, about two o'clock, we found ourselves not only All things are here of him : from the black pines,

surrounded by the emblems of winter, but actually in Which are his shade on high, and the loud roar Of torrents, where he listened, to the vines,

a thick shower of snow, which confined our observaWhich stop his green path downward to the shore,

tion to within two or three feet of the carriage. At Kissing his feet with murmurs: and the wood,

three we reached a little, lonely miserable house, But light leaves young as joy, stands where it stood,

which we recognised as an Inn, by the never-failing Offering to him, and his, a populous solitude.

intimation painted over the door, of “ Ici on loge à pied et à cheval.The landlady told us we might have

dinner if we chose, and paid many high encomiums on With the exception of the Sinplon, there is, perhaps,

the excellence of her cuisine, and even went the length no route more interesting and extraordinary than that

of bringing in a poulet for our inspection ; but, unforacross Mount Jura. Leaving the rich and beautiful

tunately for her expectations, we could not think of Bourgognois, the traveller finds himself, immediately

sacrificing our dinner at Geneva for the cold and meaon passing Poligny, amid the lower mountains which

gre entertainment of a Jura auberge. As soon as the separate France from Switzerland, surrounded on

postilion had got the horses ready, we proceeded on every side with wild and magnificent scenery, rocks towering over head, fearful precipices overlooking deeper and deeper ; in many places where the road

our journey: every step we advanced the snow got verdant valleys, lofty mountains covered, with pines

was cut, the snow reached above the carriage, and the hemming in the narrow pathway, and ever and anon

country got so triste at last, that all of us were imsome sweetly situated village, giving life and animation to the whole. The Lower Jura, in fact, presents,

pressed with a temporary melancholy. It was but

temporary, however; for the dangerous situation in at every turn, a new and picturesque landscape. Every

which we were placed from the state and make of the valley has its little rivulet, its lively wbite village and

road, soon dispelled this somewhat pleasing feeling for its spire-crowned church embosomed in wood, while

one, for which there was no antidote until we had trathe mountain sides are either clad with hamlets, brush

versed the greater part of the ridge of mountains. The wood and pines, or present perpendicular precipices from their summit to their base. The scenery recalls,

last feeling may be easily explained when it is taken

into consideration, that we were shut up in a voiture, altogether, the more romantic portions of Scotland,

traversing a road cut out near the summit of the mounwith an accompaniment, which it however rather spar

tains, where, on one band the snow was fully ten feet ingly possesses, a vast profusion of natural flowers.

deep, while, on the other, there was a precipice which Every rock there blooms with saxifrage, thyme and heath, adown every steep hang garlands of creeping falling of the snow, or a false step of one of the horses,

terminated in a deep and fearful valley. The sudden plants, while on every bank is to be found a garden of

would bave burled us over a height of 6 or 700 feet. primroses, butter-cups and hyacinths.

The carriage wheels were, frequently, within a few On leaving Morez, a beautifully situated village, we

inches of the fatal precipice where the snow was deepcommenced the arduous task of climbing the higher

est, the greater part of the road being cleared for one mountains of Jura, which we preferred doing on foot,

carriage only, and even that had such an inclination leaving the carriage to get on as fast as four horses

towards the valley, that the voiture sometimes rubbed could drag it, which afforded us always abundance of

upon the wheels.

We travelled, in this hazardous si. time to view new valleys and scenery, ever beautiful

tuation, for fully an hour, with few thoughts but what and ever changing. After ascending, for several hours,

respected self-preservation, when the road, taking a we came to a little village, situated at the beginning

sudden turn, one of us, who looked out to answer Maof a considerable plain, where patches of snow lay

dame's question whether we had une longue course à scattered about it was even lying to a considerable faire, discovered through a break in the chain of depth around the doors of the houses, which were

mountains, the Lake of Geneva, with all its accombuilt in a peculiar manner : each house had two doors,

panying scenery. Every one leaped from the carriage one upon the ground and the other, to which there was

at the announcement, and fear was utterly forgotten an inclined plane, a little higher, thus affording the inhabitants an exit and entrance when the snow happen- magnificent spectacle met our eyes at that moment! I

in the pleasures that succeeded. What a grand and ed to be six or eight feet deep, which was generally

shall never forget the sensations experienced when my the case during the greater part of winter. At this

eye wandered over the immensity of the scene which place we were asked for our passports, which was

had burst, like enchantment, on the sight, when, incomplied with, but, on giving our word of honour that

stead of the wilderness of Jara, contracted and ever there was nothing contraband in our trunks, we were

similar, it now freely ranged over the richly cultivated not put to the trouble or inconvenience of opening them. After passing this village, although the coun- —the richly-wooded romantic Savoy—and was only

country of France—the laughing scenes of Switzerland try bespoke nothing but poverty, yet there was scat

stopped from plunging into Italy by those migbty bartered, over the whole visible landscape, an amazing

riers that appear to shut out that land from the rest of number of cottages, the inhabitants of which were

Europe. But it is these gigantic Alps that give the busily employed in cultivating that part of the ground peculiar interest to the scene, and it is these that abwhich was then clear of snow. From a conversation

sorb the observer's attention—the eye, no doubt, must we bad with one of the farmers, we found that neither

rest upon the charming country of the Pays du Vaud, wheat nor barley grows on this soil—oats, rye and

with its villages, its hamlets and its cities--it must be a few potatoes being only cultivated.

attracted by the shining splendour of Lake Leman and Vol. II.-No. 4.

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CRETET. DIRECT.

BARANTE PREFECT,

1805.

the picturesque beauties of Savoy, but still their pow. of the generality of other nations. To the ease of the ers are momentary, it is inevitably borne away to French

character she united many of the sober qualities those mighty ramparts, which, in reality, hide their of the English, and possessed, in a high degree, the summits in the clouds; and there it ranges along the Swiss characteristic of enthusiastic love for the beau. vast amphitheatre of one hundred and eighty leagues ties of her country. The truth of Goldsmith's lines, in extent, receiving impressions of grandeur, of ma- descriptive of the Swiss, jesty, of sublimity, which the most fertile imagination “ Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, cannot describe. To say the Alps came up to all I

And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; had conceived of them is little, and to say they sur

And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, passed anticipation is no more. The person who can

Clings close and closer to his mother's breast;

So the loud torrent and the whirlwinds roar, look down with apathy and unconcern upon the

But binds him to his native mountain more,” magnificent panorama, which is to be seen from

could never have been better illustrated than in our Mount Jura, has no relish for the scenery of nature,

female companion's feelings and conversation, during and he that can behold the Alps, for the first time,

our last day's journey. At the sight of Jura she felt shooting up into heaven amid a cloudless sky, and ra

her approach to the scenes of her infancy, and, with diating from their summits of snow and ice all the

poetic rapture, hailed the kindred scene; and, when brilliancy and colouring which the setting sun gives to

the lake and the mountains she had been so well them, without feelings of rapturous delight and won

quainted with, burst upon her view, she exclaimed, in der, is not worthy to enter that land which has prov

a sort of extascy of delight, « Voilà mon lac-Je suis ed the abode of the great worshippers of Nature, since

chez moi !" Amidst the wilds of the Jura scenery his soul must be incapable of appreciating those things which to them have been, and are still, the purest and

her poetry kept us alive, I pencilled down four lines

,

not so much for their sweetness as to remember the most exalted—nay, the inexhaustible sources of men

con-amore spirit with which they were repeatedtal enjoyment !

Asyle obscur de non heureuse enfance, In order to enjoy this scene to the full, we walked

Lieu toujours cher et toujours regretté down to the town of Gex; on our way we saw the

De vous voir n'est il plus d'esperance, fountain, erected by Napoleon Bonaparte, which bears

Et sans espoir vous aurois-je quitté ? the following inscription :

Home everywhere has its attractions, but when in the

neighbourhood of the scenes of our infancy, it has ties Gal. Des Pts. & Chees.

that can bind the most volatile to it for ever. Who

has not felt a powerful spell drawing him Over the uppermost line of the inscription was a space,

* to the pleasant fields, travers'd so oft, from which the name of Napoleon had been effaced.

In life's morning march when his bosom was young?" A woodcutter, near the fountain, shewed us all its And who, after a long absence from his country, when beauties and properties with great eagerness, not for- his native city or native valley meets his eye, has not getting the space from which “ Son nom" had been experienced the most heartfelt satisfaction in recognizerased! Before entering Gex, we rejoined the dili- ing the well-known spots which were the haunts of his gence. As we proceeded towards the village of Fer

childhood ? Of home, Southey truly says ney the road became flat, the fields, orchards and

“ There is a magic in that little word; vineyards enclosed with hedges, and the neat, white

It is a mystic circle that surrounds farm houses, just as in England. Every thing indeed,

Comforts and virtues never known beyond

The hallowed limit." intimated, that we were in a different land. The inhabitants and the agriculture both, told us we had left

When Lausanne was descried by our Swiss compa. France. There were none of those farcical groupes

nion, all her home attachments appeared to be sensibly

awakened, and all the tender and joyful recognitions we had seen in Burgundy-none of those little wood

between father and daughter, brother and sister, seem. en ploughs drawn by asses, with their mouths enclosed in baskets to prevent them stopping to eat grass,

ed to rush on her mind and to monopolize her driven by a woman mounted astraddle on one of the

thoughts, for, from that moment, she could talk of asses, with ploughman trucked out with wooden shoes, nothing else but the dear capital of the Pays de Vaud cocked bat and powdered hair, accompanied by the

and the charming Lake Leman. It was impossible never-failing ragged boy that breaks the clods--every

not to admire the lady's amor patriæ, and not to be thing was much the same as at home. With the excep

convinced upon the whole, that her opinions of her tion of greater fertility and extensive vineyards, we

country and of her home were fixed as decidedly as could, without much stretch of imagination, have be

those which the ill-fated Kirke White has put into the

mouth of the home returning Savoyard ! lieved ourselves in Britain. Passing Ferney, our approach to some more im

Oh! yonder is the well-known spot,

My dear, my long lost native home! portant place than for two days at least we had been

Oh! welcome is yon little cot, accustomed to, was announced, by a string of odd

Where I shall rest, no more to roam ! looking vehicles on four wheels, drawn by one horse

Oh! I have travell’d far and wide, and peculiarly low hung, and, ere long, we crossed the

O'er many a distant foreign land ; draw-bridge which leads into Geneva, and found our

Each place, each province I have tried

And sung and danced my saraband. selves, once more, amidst the bustle of a city. At the

But all their charms could not prevail gate our passports were taken from us, and we were

To steal my heart from yonder vale. desired to call next day for them at the Hôtel de Ville.

It is the fate of all travellers, occasionally, to feel the pain of parting with good company, and it was our

GLASGOW PUNCH. case, assuredly, when we bade adieu to our fair com

Act I.-SCENE 2. pagnon de voyage at the door of the “ Balance d'Or." Our lively friend, we discovered, was the daughter of

Punch, Doctor and Publican. a Protestant clergyman, and was returning to Lau- Doctor.—This is the person, Mr. Punch, whom I sanne from a long visit to some friends in Flanders, said I would bring to teach you to make Glasgow without a guardian. This, however, is no uncommon Punch, and after that you can make your fortune as occurrence in France or Switzerland, which, in some soon as you please. degree, may account for the ladies being not so distant Punch.-(embracing Boniface)--Ah ! my dear in their manners as in Great Britain, where it is con- friend, how my heart dance de big dance in my bosom sidered a sine qua non to have a male companion. If at de sight of your very good face. we might be permitted to judge of the character of Publican.-Haud aff your handsman, that's no the Swiss from this lady, we certainly prefer it to that Glasgow fashion.

say—“

Punch.--Ah! mine goot friend, teach me how to hat on my head, which I always put on on de great make de grand liquor, and I will be any fashion you occasion. please.

Doctor.- What! would you address the ten-pound Doctor.-Mr. Punch, our friend Boniface here will

in ,

you lave bis business, if you give him a good price for it. would put my opera hat under my arm so—and I Punch.-Ah! my dear Doctor, though I wish to

would have de leetle swivel in de toe of my shoe, so dat learn to make de punch, I don't mean to be de pub

I could wheel round to de people on de south side, lican—no, no, no, no, I have oder fish to fry—I wish and de people on de nort side, and de people on de to learn to make de panch, and de punch will get me

east side, and de people on de west side, on de shortest de vote.

notice, and I would hold out my oder arm so, and I Doctor.--Vote !!!

would -“ Men of Glasgow, exhausted with runn: Punch.Ah! Doctor, you not understand me too

ing all de week after de tails of your meeting, much, I change my mind, I not mean to be de publican I can add noting striking to de features which I see man now, but de Parliament man, and de Glasgow

around me, but what I hold in my hand, and dat punch will get me de Glasgow vote, and when I be de is my mout; and when my mout is in good health, member for Glasgow I will den look out for myself, it can speak for itself. It is a mout, and I will make and get one great big bag of money to keep me and appeal to yourselves, dat never has been shut when Judy from starve.

your interest required it should be open. Here, Doctor.What! Mr. Punch the mountebank ! the men of Glasgow! is de mout dat has always proved charlatan! have the assurance to offer himself for the itself de battering ram of public opinion, and will never suffrages of the people of Glasgow-impossible!-you cease to ram de reform bill down the throat of de bomust be dreaming, Mr. Punch.

roughmongers. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow ! Punch.-If I be dreaming, I hope it is de golden dat has always roared like de lion in de cause of liberty, dream dat will soon be realized. Your member must

when oder men, dat I could name, have just made de be man of great talent, and I am man of great talent cheap like de mouse. Here is de mout, men of Glasall de world knows dat-for I have told all de world gow! whose jaw will grind de corrupt jaw of de enedat myself. If de Glasgow people want de great ora

mies of reform to atoms, and scatter it like chaff to de tion I am de great oration myself, and I can shew them

four winds of heaven. Here is de mout, men of Glasspeeches which I have speak, all printed in letters of gow! that has de teeth dat will make the foes of de gold 1!!

people bite de dust. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow! Doctor.—These are what you call “ brilliant speech- dat holds de tongue dat noting can hold but itself; dat, es," I presume, Mr. Punch—but don't you know there like de tongue of de great Tom of Lincoln, will be is some other qualification wanted, than wbat you have

heard above every oder tongue, when it jows from pole mentioned.

to pole in de great cause of de ople. Yes, men of Punch.- What is dat.

Glasgow! de Poles have been de very bad used peoDoctor.-—Just three hundred good sterling pounds ple; but I hope, eer long, dat de goddess of liberty a year, Mr. Punch.

will extend her arms from Pole to,Pole. Yes, men of Punch—(scratching his head.)— I knew dat_dat is Glasgow! here is de mout dat is de scabbard of dat what is called de devil in de hedge—but I'll tell you sword which, like de sword with de two edges, will what I mean to do.

pierce de phantom forms, of dubious sex, dimly seen, Doctor.-Well, let me hear your scheme of finance. like damned spirits moving behind de trone. Yes, men

Punch. It is one grand cunning little scheme- of Glasgow ! I have drawn des sword, and I will throw first of all I will sell my show-box-den I will buy away de scabbard. Here is de mout, men of Glasgow! three hundred pounds a-year in de British funds,

from which the waters of Helicon flow in one eternal den I will go to de Reform meeting, and I will make

gush, and by which de flowers of eloquence grow up de grand oration, and Judy she will be sitting bebind like willows by de water courses. Yes, men of Glasme among de oder orators Judys, seeing de perform- gow! I hope you will join me in culling from amid the ance! and de people will all cry,

“ Panch for ever,"

rich luxuriance of those oratorical flourishes and flowers and I will give de ten pound voters de grand ocean of that have grown up in their spontanious redundancy, cold punch, and I will get all de votes, and I will be de a wreath-a bloomingly transcendent wreath-to garmember.

land the lofty Shaksperian brow of public opinion. Here Doctor.Well jumped. Mr. Punch, you get over is de mout, men of Glasgow ! dat has never mumbled the ground amazingly-but I should like to hear one de crust of corruption. Here is the mout dat has never of your grand orations that is to do all this for you. longed after de rich skimmings of de political flesh-pots

Punch.—You shall hear dat I have got one in my of Egypt. But here!—here, men of Glasgow! is de mout, pocket all in de proper language, for I am one great (and I say it with de great big pride), dat waters from big genius. Always keep dat in mind if you please, morning to night,and from night to morning, after de ho

nour of being your representative; and if you will grant Doctor.—You must stand up.

me your suffrages, you will find my mout—dat mout Punch.— I will stand up on des chair, but I must which I am now about to lay my hand upon-de storecall Judy to hear me~Judy, my dear.-[Enter Judy.] house of wisdom, and de granary of gratitude. Men of -You sit down behind me, and look like the Judys Glasgow! I bow to de shadow of de shoe-tie of your you saw t-oder day.

approbation. [Mr.Punch descending from the chair.]— Judy-And hear you talk about de breaches_0, Der, Doctor-dere is de speech which I will print in Mr. Punch, Mr. Punch-0 fy, Mr. Panch, you grow letters of gold, and de ten pounders will all cry bravo, de very naughty man since you come among de vulgar Mr. Punch ! tree cheers for de King, and tree cheers Glasgow men, dat talk such bad words before der for de great distinguished Mr. Punch! Judys.

Doctor. I fear, Mr. Punch, it will not do. How Punch.-My dear Judy, you know your own Mr.

think that our very intelligent community can Punch is too much de big gentleman as to speak words be caught by such mouthfuls of chaff and nonsense as dat would make any fine lady make her mout small. you have given out ? - [Punch, turning to the Doctor.]—Well, my dear Punch, Chaff and nonsense !!! Doctor, you now see me on de chair which we shall Doctor.—Yes is it not nonsense for a man to say call de Hustings, and you must suppose me dressed he will throw

away

his mouth? in de very clever looking black coat, and de poetical Punch. I did not say I would throw away my mout. black velvet waistcoat, dat we call de man of genius I said I would throw away de scabbard of de sword waistcoat, and de long tight-tight-with de silk but

you

have de soul of de dull dunghill cock in your stocking and de small shoe, and de pretty leetle opera body, and you not understand de grand and lofty flight

sare.

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