Historical Illustrations," say the conductors, "which have appeared to embellish the Novels of the Author of Waverley, it is matter of surprise that no attempt has yet been made to convey an idea of the scenery, which, beautiful in itself, has been rendered doubly interesting by the descriptions of the distinguished author. To supply this deficiency is the object of the present undertaking." A number of distinguished artists have been engaged to furnish drawings; and those views will be selected which have been dwelt on with admiration by Sir Walter himself. The work is to be published in parts, each containing four plates, of a size to bind up with the new edition of the Waverley Novels, but the impressions are also taken off on paper sufficiently large for any of the collected editions. Part first, comprises views of Arran, of Doune Castle, of Penrith, and of Windermere, illustrative of passages in the "Heart of Mid-Lothian,” “ Waverley," and "Guy Mannering." All these are finely executed, and are a good augury of the success of the work. Mercator and Felix. By John M'Cay, Member of the Royal Physical Society of Edinburgh. Edinburgh. MacLachlan and Stewart. 1830. Stitched. Pp. 23. THIS is a neat and classically-written brochure, illustrating and inculcating the fact, that wealth is neither the surest nor the best road to happiness. THE DRAMA. We have seen T. P. Cooke in the redoubted drama of “Black-eyed Susan,” to have a peep at which the Cockneys squeezed themselves to death for a hundred nights. The acting of T. P. is, of course, excellent; but in so far as the writing is concerned, the piece is greatly below par. It wants the true sea smell; it savours too much of Wapping and Grub-street. One may discover pretty easily, that though the author may have more than once taken a wherry at Blackfriar's Bridge, he has never weathered a storm in the Bay of Biscay. His nautical phrases have been culled from books, not picked up on the forecastle. Although entitled a "Nautical drama," there is not a single really nautical character in the whole piece except William, and, if we are not much mistaken, T. P. Cooke has, in a great measure, made that for himself. There never was a set of more complete nondescripts than Doggrass, Gnatbrain, Jacob Twig, Blue Peter, Raker, and Hatchet. The three last look, speak, and act just as like coal-heavers as sailors; and were it not that Stanley contrives to give to the part of Gnatbrain a humour which the author never foresaw, the whole set would be as stupid as a score of marines riding at anchor in a wet night. The truth is, that this piece is indebted to Gay, the author of the fine ballad of " Black-eyed Susan," for its principal attraction. His William and Susan are two persons who have taken a hold of the po- | pular feeling, and whom many a long association has now endeared to us. All that Mr Douglas Jerrold has done, is to add a few vulgar excrescences to the far more simple and elegant production of the poet. Had he entrusted his hero to any other actor than T. P. Cooke, the whole thing would have been forgotten in a week. As it is, the veriest booby sees at once that it is to the genius of the performer, not of the author, that he is indebted for the enjoyment he receives. Cooke rejects altogether many of the flimsy sentimentalities which Cock.. ney scribblers are too apt to put into the mouths of sailors; he softens down others, or rather braces them up into a manly vigour; and he does all he can, and what no other person could do, to infuse into the whole personification the hardy, boisterous, warm-hearted, and saltwater spirit of a British sailor. He succeeds so well, that after he has cut down his officer for being rude to his wife, and has been tried and is condemned to death, the illusion becomes nearly complete, and it is impossible to witness his parting with his comrades, and then with Susan, without being melted almost to tears. But all this, as we said before, is entirely done by T. P. Cooke, and the effect is feeble to what it might have been had the composition of the drama been entrusted to an abler pen,-to Cooper, for example, the American novelist, who can put his hand upon the ocean's mane, and vault upon its back, and sway it to his will. Long Tom Coffin and Fid are sailors worth seeing; but the sailors of Douglas Jerrold are diluted into the insipidity of five-water-grog. T. P. Cooke's motto may well be, "Nothing in him But doth suffer a sea-change." His ordinary melo-dramatic performances are middling enough, for whenever he tries to look like the brigand or the hero, he is sure to look a thousand times more like the coxswain or the boatswain's mate. Even when he plays the Monster in "Frankenstein," we oftentimes fancy we see him chewing his quid, and whenever he turns his Could the blue back, we invariably look for his pigtail. apparition sing, we never doubt for a moment that he would strike up, "Bound 'prentice to a waterman ;" and were it consistent with the creature's dignity to dance, you may rest assured that it would be an "admired naval hornpipe." Mr Cooke's range is therefore limited, but he is on that account only the more natural. Was there ever a more limited being in point of character than a genuine tar? His whole being is adapted to the range of the wooden walls within which he lives. He moves as they move; he rocks up and down as they rock; he is buffeted by the winds and splashed by the waves as they are; if they go gaily on their course, so does he; if they founder at sea, Jack for a certainty founders too. He knows the technical terms of his own art, and, in all other respects, language is to him a mystery. He knows a little of the very outskirts of the earth, as it were the very rim-but the ocean is his home; he is happier on its bosom than the sea-bird. Now, how could T. P. Cooke-we like the letters T. P., they distinguish him—be a good sailor were he a good actor of other parts? The thing is an absurdity; when was a sailor an actor? T. P. is not an actor; he is a sailor-every inch of him, "all as one as a bit of the ship." It is as good as a long voyage to see him for a night or two now and then. The Theatre becomes a seventy-four, and, if rightly rigged, its sky-scrapers, and moon-rakers, ay, and even its grog-stopper, should be distinctly seen from the Register Office; whilst the ladies in the captain's cabin below may thank their stars if they are not all pitched out of their berths by a sudden lurch. If the wind be fair, heaven only knows in what part of the world the people in the hold may find themselves when they expect to step out at the pit door, and walk quietly home to their own houses. As for the Captain himself, William Henry Murray, we have no doubt he always makes it a rule to keep a good look-out a-head; and when he has T. P. Cooke at the helm, he need be under no apprehension. Old Cerberus, ORIGINAL POETRY, THOUGHTS ON THE DEATH OF a friend. And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust THERE came no vision girt with glorious pomp ; Her grave was made,—for her, as for the worst! Our lives were tortures? No! I look around, Pure as if hymn'd by angels! still 'tis sweet, Hold on thy course, irrevocable fate! Thou stayless action of the world, hold on! Tower up like mists,-glide on like flying rain In the void skies! Their millions without strife Hold on the sternest doom thy power inflicts, Now unbound— My love no longer chains me; and in part, LINES E. O. B. ON MR LAURENCE MACDONALD'S STATUE OF THE GIRL AND THE CARRIER PIGEON. By J. S. Knowles. THE maiden holds a letter to her breast Would'st con its secrets?-Read them in her face' It is the proper glowing page of Love! It voucheth for a heart beneath that breast, And in that heart the virgin's tender wish SONNET TO THE MEMORY OF GRAY. By the late Alexander Balfour. SWEET Bard! who sung "the rosy-bosom'd hours;" And musing sigh above the "lowly bed," morn." TO MEDORA. By Laurence Macdonald. MILD as young zephyrs in their gentlest hour, Commission'd forth by Spring from Flora's bower, To clothe the earth with garlands, and infuse Into each flower the spirit of its hues, Art thou, Medora ! faultless as thou'rt fair, Divine as music's soul, and pure as childhood's prayer! 'Tis sweet to watch the day-blush burst on high, Chasing the darkness both from earth and skyTo view the blending tints of night and day, Softening and hallowing all things with their ray, But sweeter far, to watch Medora's smileThe soul!—the heaven!-that brightens o'er that face the while. It is as if the waves on ocean's breast Were by some spirit soothed-not quite to rest, But, to that state, which is nor rest, nor motion, That state, when bosoms feel some soft emotion Mantling the blood, as if an angel's breath Pass'd o'er the summer waters, else all still as death. THE TORWOOD OAK. By W. M. Hetherington. THE Torwood Oak! How like a spell By potent wizard breathed, that name Bids every Scottish bosom swell, And burn with all a patriot's flame! The past before the rapt eye brings— Forth stalk the phantom shades of kings, And loud the warrior's bugle rings O'er gory fields of blood! I see the Roman eagle whet I see the Danish Raven sweep O'er the dark bosom of the deep,Its scatter'd plumage strews the steep Of rugged Albin's shore. Lo! England's Edward comes!—the plain Gaunt Famine, prowling, dogs his heel! And treason points the murderous blow, But who is he with dauntless brow, And dragon crest, and eagle eye, Whose proud form never knew to bow Its lofty port and bearing high? Around him close a glorious band— Few-but the chosen of the land; Beneath the Torwood Tree they stand, Freedom to gain, or die! 'Tis he, the bravest of the brave! Champion of Scotland's liberty, Whose mighty arm and dreadful glaive His mother-land could thrice set free! That hero-patriot, whose great name Justly the foremost rank may claim Of all that grace the rolls of fame— WALLACE OF ELDERSLIE! Yes, oft the Torwood Oak has bent Its broad boughs o'er his noble head; Oft, in his hour of peril, lent The shelter of its friendly shade; And though rude Time and stern Decay Its moulder'd stem have swept away, The Hero's name there dwells for ayeA name that cannot fade ! MARY'S EYES. By J. W. Ord. Wild as the gazelle's→→ Now brightly bold-now beautifully shy- THERE are who doubt that Jove doth live at all, I e'er have loved to dwell within the light LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES. BOURRIENNE'S MEMOIRS OF BONAPARTE.-A translation of this interesting work, by James S. Memes, LL.D., is preparing for Constable's Miscellany. The Memoirs of Bourrienne are to be regarded as the most authentic and impartial documents yet given to the world on the subject of Napoleon. This preference is claimed on the grounds of the opportunities of information enjoyed, and of the qualifications, literary as well as moral, exhibited by the writer. For six-and-twenty years, commencing with the eighth year of Bonaparte's age, Bourrienne possessed the unlimited confidence of that extraordinary personage, and this during the most eventful period of his career. From all beside, the mask of ambition first, of policy afterwards, concealed entirely the man, and, in a great degree, the ruler also. To the writer of these Memoirs alone were bared the genuine features of his mind and conduct. At school, Bourrienne was the chosen companion-the sympathising comforter of the youthful and melancholy Corsican. At Paris, amid poverty and disappointment, he continued the sole confident of the hopes, fears, and schemes of the young officer of artillery, sharing the contents of his own scantily furnished purse with him who was to sway the destinies of Europe. He witnessed the various turns, or was informed of them by letter, which raised his former comrade to general, and finally commander-in-chief in Italy. No sooner had Bonaparte obtained this elevation, than he invited Bourrienne to come to him and share his prosperity. Henceforth, in the capacity of secretary and confidential friend, in Italy, in France, at sea, in Egypt, in Syria, during the struggles and triumphs of the Consulate, he was constantly by Bonaparte's side in public-ever a party to his private thoughts and plans. From the closet of Napoleon, where his secretary and himself alone laboured, proceeded, from the dictation of the former, and in the handwriting of the latter, those documents, which, now forming a portion of history, then awed or astonished Europe. In the last volume of the work, even when Bourrienne, from being too unbending in principle, had ceased to be secretary, he was often employed, and sustained offices of importance. He was also employed under Louis. Here some of his narrative is peculiarly interesting. In every case of moment he refers to original documents, very frequently autographs in his own possession. These he was enabled to preserve by a singular display of courage and address, by which he foiled first Fouché, and even Bonaparte himself; subsequently the Bourbons, who, in succession, sought to deprive him of his treasure. He now enjoys powerful protection in the Netherlands, where he has drawn up his Memoirs, or rather transcribed his journals; for seeing from the beginning that history was making, he wrote down the transactions as they occurred. To these advantages of situation and opportunity, such as no other writer on this subject ever enjoyed, Bourrienne adds excellent talents, great good sense, and, above all, a most reverential regard for truth. This he searches out, and displays at all hazards. Prejudices he has, but they are of the right kind, in favour of humanity and liberty. Even these sentiments, however honourable their excesses might be esteemed, are never allowed to oppose truth. But with all these advantages, the work, to be valuable at once, and interesting to the general reader, will require care in the translation. The style is light and elegant, but very loose, diffuse, and full of repetitions. These give great room for condensing, and indeed require it. From following the order of time, too, the facts are often perplexingly intermixed and repeated. This clogs the narrative. These superfluities must be lopped off, the diffuseness condensed, and the facts arranged, in a translation; and it is evident that this cannot be ventured upon except with the utmost care, and by a responsible translator. We look, however, with confidence to Dr Memes. Besides his well-known talents and discrimination, he visited most of the scenes of Bonaparte's operations in Europe, in Italy, Germany, and Holland, coll ecting information on the spot, with views, long since laid aside, of doing something on the same subject. Under his superintendence, the work can hardly fail to be well executed. A History of the Western Highlands and Hebrides, during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, by Donald Gregory, Esq. Assistant Secretary to the Society of Antiquaries of Scotland, is preparing for publication. This work is meant to be one of more research than any that has hitherto appeared on the subject of the Highlands; and, from what we know of the talents of the author, we are inclined to augur very favourably of its contents. An interesting Memoir of the Rev. Thomas Bradbury, author of the Mystery of Godliness, &c. by the Rev. John Brown of Whitburn, is in the press. Obedience, a Tale, by Mrs Sherwood, is announced. Our able friend and contributor, William Kennedy, who has already displayed so much poetical genius in his "Fitful Fancies," and other works, has a new volume in the press, to be entitled, The Arrow and the Rose, and other Poems. Mr Kennedy is also engaged with a prose work for one of the Family Libraries. Our readers will be glad to learn that Mr Tennant is about to pub lish, in a separate pamphlet, all the articles upon the Psalms which have appeared in the Literary Journal, with some additions, which may probably yet be made through the medium of our pages. The pamphlet will be ready previous to the meeting of the General Assembly. A disquisition on the Geography of Herodotus, with a Map; and Researches on the History of the Scythians, Getæ, and Sarmatians, from the German of Niebuhr, is in the press. Colonel Bory de St Vincent has been appointed by the French Minister of the Interior to prepare a work on Greece; and, having directed the first expedition to the Morea, he will probably be able to furnish many interesting particulars relative to that country. A Second Voyage round the World, translated from the German of Otto von Kotzebue, is in the press. We understand that the new work now in preparation, by the author of "The Confessions of an English Opium-Eater," (Thomas De Quincey, Esq.) will not be published before next winter. magistrate before whom they were taken had the wit or impertinence to quote to them the well-known couplet, "Strange that such difference there should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee." -Madame Vestris has been applying to Sir Richard Birnie for assistance because she was hissed the other evening at Drury Lane, when she made her appearance in the part of Captain Macheath. If Madame Vestris had been hissed a little more frequently in the course of her career, it would have been better for her. From the last published statement of the number of students at the English Universities, it appears that Cambridge has now a majority over Oxford, having increased by 118 students in the last year. The present total of the members of Cambridge is 5263, while that of Oxford is 5259. Theatrical Gossip.-The Easter melodrame at Drury Lane is call. ed the "Dragon's Gift, or the Scarf of Flight and the Mirror of Light:" it is very splendid, and was completely successful. That at Covent Garden is called the " Wigwam," and is founded on Cooper's novel the "Pioneers." Astley's has re-opened with "an equestrian romantic tale," entitled "The Spectre Monarch and his Phantom Steed." It gives Ducrow an opportunity of exhibiting his unrival led skill.-At the Surrey, they have made a melodrame of young Burke's exhibitions.-The Cobourg rejoices in Monsieur Gouffe, the man-monkey, and a piece of spectacle bearing the captivating title of "Charles the Terrible."-Sadler's Wells has brought out something after the model of "Tom and Jerry."-The stupid old twaddler Colman has just given a new specimen of the manner in which he exercises the functions of Dramatic Licenser. In the English version of the opera of "Cinderella," brought out a few nights since at Covent Garden Theatre, the following dialogue originally occurred: PROFESSIONAL SOCIETY'S FOURTH CONCERT.-The fourth and last Concert given by the Society this season, took place in the Assembly Rooms, on Friday, the 16th inst. It was respectably, but not crowdedly, attended. The instrumental music was, as usual, very good; and among the vocalists, Miss E. Paton especially distinguished herself, her "Ah, compir" being one of the most brilliant efforts she has made this season. Our readers will find some able remarks upon this concert in the Weekly Journal of Wednesday last. We do not always agree with the musical criticism in that paper; but on the present occasion it has our sincere approbation. MR MURRAY'S CONCERT.-This Concert took place in the Hopetoun Rooms last Tuesday evening, and was well attended. We have seldom heard at a benefit concert a more pleasing selection of music. The orchestra, though not full, was well selected and admirably" Dandini. Pray, Master Alidoro, help me, for I am a great man drilled; and Murray's solos on the violin, especially that in which he introduced the Scotch air, "Here's a health to ane that's awa," were in themselves a treat of no mean order. Miss Inverarity sang her chef d'œuvre, the Scena composed for her by Murray from "Il Sacraficio d' Abramo,” and her efforts were, as they deserved, rapturously applauded. Miss E. Paton was no less successful in an exquisite piece of music by Niedermeyer, never before performed in this country, but which we hope to hear her frequently sing again. Her fair sister, Miss I. Paton, sang her favourite song, "In infancy our hopes and fears," very beautifully. Mr Wilson was unfortunately so hoarse, that it was difficult to say what sort of music he sang. The principal novelty of the evening was the debut of Miss Orme, as a pianist. She performed variations on a favourite theme from the opera of Semiramide, and a fantasia of Czerny's from the Siege of Corinth. We question whether more difficult and chromatic music could have been selected; but Miss Orme's articulation and touch are both excellent,-her style is full of expression and feeling, -and she certainly bids fair to be a distinguished ornament to the musical circles of Edinburgh. If her object be to teach the pianoforte, we know of no young lady to whose care we would sooner entrust any pupils in whose progress we took an interest. Two MS. songs by Murray, and one by John Thomson, were also produced at this concert, and were all well received. MR TAYLOR'S CONCERT.-This concert, which took place in the Hopetoun Rooms on Thursday evening, was crowdedly attended. Mr Taylor, of course, distinguished himself as the first harp-player in Edinburgh. Miss Louisa Jarman sang two songs, "Elena oh tu," and "My own Blue Bell." We never heard this young lady to greater advantage. In the last song she was honoured with an unanimous encore. Miss E. Paton and Miss Inverarity were also encored in their respective songs; and the audience generally seemed to be well satisfied with the entertainment which Mr Taylor had prepared for them. CHIT-CHAT FROM LONDON.-There is a good article in the last number of the Literary Gazette, exposing what the editor calls "the cut and dry system of criticism," or what he might have termed, "the art of reviewing books without reading them." It has of late become customary for publishers to pick out a score or so of what they consider the most striking passages of any new book, and to print them on a loose separate sheet of paper, which they forthwith transmit to all the journals and newspapers, in order to save reviewers the trouble of making their own extracts. The consequence is, that we see the same extracts in all the papers, and run a great chance of being nauseated with the new work before we have cut up the leaves. In common with our contemporary, we protest against such scissor work, and are confident that no such helps will ever be resorted to by the conductors of the Literary Journal.—It is said that Moore does not intend to take any notice of Campbell's late attack, his friends being of opinion that it does not deserve the compliment.-Colburn and Bentley continue to publish with great spirit, but the other booksellers are not doing much at present.-Mr Charles Nicholson, the celebrated flute-player, challenged a few days ago Mr James, the editor of "The Flutist's Magazine," in consequence of an article which appeared in the last number of that periodical, entitled "Death of Charles Tootle Too, Esq." Both gentlemen, however, were apprehended, and bound over to keep the peace. The now, and can do nothing!-Alidoro. How, sirrah! is that one of our privileges?-Dandini. Certainly; what do the great dɔ but live by the labours of the little ?" Mr Colman struck out the whole of Dandini's last answer. Surely Mr Colman must be a goose, or an old woman in disguise.-Lalande has made her debut at the King's Theatre, and been well received.-Mrs Waylett leaves the Tottenham-street Theatre shortly: she is engaged at Vauxhall.-Miss Foote will shortly make her appearance at Covent Garden.-Fawcett and Mrs Davenport take their farewell benefits this season.-T. P. Cooke commences a three months' engagement at the Surrey, at Whitsuntide, at L.30 a-week, and three clear benefits.-Mr Goldsmid comes out as Monsieur Morbleu.—Braham and Miss Paton are engaged for both the Liverpool and Norwich festivals.-Macready, who visited the Giant's Causeway during the Easter Holidays, has been playing for a few evenings in Belfast.-The benefits will commence here on the termination of T. P. Cooke's engagement.—Miss Jarman has been exciting great admiration in Glasgow. She has played there the part of Aloyse, with much success.-Mackay goes to Glasgow for a few evenings next week.-During the Glasgow sacrament a tolerable company performed at Doune. SAT. TUES. WEEKLY LIST OF PERFORMANCES. Paul Pry, & Deaf as a Post. Black-eyed Susan, Monsieur Tonson, & Gilderoy. WED. TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. WE are reluctantly obliged to postpone "The Apology, Part III." till next Saturday. THE EDITOR IN HIS SLIPPERS, NO. VII. in our next. "The Beauties of the Tay and its Tributaries" shall have a place as soon as possible.-" T. B. J." shall hear something about himself next Saturday. We are not aware whether the Prospectus of the "Medical Provident Institution of Scotland" is meant as an adver tisement or not. It could not conveniently appear in the Literary Journal in any other shape.-The Letters of "Presbyter" and of "J. N. B." of Dundee, shall be forwarded to Mr Tennant. "Our fair correspondent, "Amelia B." will, no doubt, be shocked to hear that we still remain inexorable.-We shall endeavour to find room for the verses by "Alpha;" if he has any better, he may send them to us in the meantime.-There is promise of future improvement in the lines by " Juvenis."-Neither the "Song" nor the "Serenade" by "P." come up to our standard. Antiquaries, for "M. D. Greville," read "M. De Gerville." PROOFS ON INDIA PAPER, BEFORE WRITING, L. 2, 2s. To be delivered strictly in the order of Subscription, and will be ready about the middle of April 1830. Testimonials in favour of the strong likeness of this Portrait to the original have been received from-Mrs Burns, Mrs Maclehose (Clarinda), Miss Dunlop of Dunlop, Sir Walter Scott, Bart., John Syme, Peter Hill, Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe, and David Bridges, jun. Esquires, and from many other persons who were immediately connected with the Poet. 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