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Now came all at once a rattling as of his hanger; but the bristly inonster, like wheels, and the cracking of postillions' the carriage and horses, soared far avore whips. A carriage and six drove up him into the air and vanished. with outriders. “What the devil's this William, thus repeatedly baffled, now that stops the way?” cried the man who hastened to bring up the lost time. rode the leaders. "Make way there, I say, Sixty bullets were already cast: he looked clear the road.” William looked up, and up; and suddenly the clouds opened. saw sparks of fire darting from the horses' and the moon again threw a brilliant hoofs, and a circle of Aame about the light over the whole country, Just then Carriage-wheels. By this he knew it to a voice was heard from the depths of the be a work of the fiend, and never stirred. forest, crying out, in great agitation, “ Push on, my lads, drive over him, “William ! William !"" It was the voice helter-skelter,” cried the same postillion, of Kate. William saw her issue from looking back to the others; and in a the bushes, and fearfully look round her, moment the whole equipage moved Behind her panted the old woman, rapidly upon the circle. William cowered stretching her withered spidery arms down to the ground, beneath the dash of after the flying girl, and endeavouring to the leader's fore legs; but the airy train, catch hold of her floating garments. and the carriage, soared into the air with a Katharine now collected the last remains whistling sound, round and round the of her exhausted strength for Aight : at circle, and vanished in a hurricane, which that nioment, the old woodeu-leg stepped moved not a leaf of the trees. Some across her path; for an instant il checked tinie elapsed before William recovered her speed, and ihen the old hag canght from his consternation. However, he her with her bony hands. William could compelled his trembling hands to keep contain himself no longer : he threw the firm, and cast a few bullets. At that mould with the last bullet out of his moment, a well-known church-clock at a hands, and would have leaped out of the distance, began to strike. At first the circle: but just then the clock struck sound was a sound of comfort, connecting, twelve; the fiendish vision had vanished; as with the tones of some friendly voice, the owls threw the s kuhs and bones the human world with the dismal circle confusedly together, and flew away; in which he stood, that else seemed cut the fire went out; and William sank off from it as by an impassable gulph : exhausted to the ground. but the clock struck twice, thrice,--here Now came up slowly a horseman upon he shuddered at the rapid fight of time, i black horse. He stopped at the for his work was not a third part advanced, effaced outline of the magic circle, and then it struck a fourth time. He was spoke thus : “Thou hast stood thy trial appalled; every limb seemed palsied ; well; what would'st thou have of me?" and the mould slipped out of his nerve “ Nothing of thee, nothing at all," said less hand. With the calmness of despair, William, “what I want, i have prebe listened to the clock, until it com- pared for myself." pleted the full hour of twelve; the knell “Aye; but with my help: therefore ihen vibrated on the air, lingered, and part belongs to me." died away. To sport with the solemn “By no means, by no means : I bar. hour of midnight, appeared too bold an gained for no help ; I summoned thee undertaking, even for the powers of not." darkness. However, he drew out his The horsemay laughed scornfully ; watch, looked, and behold! it was no “Thou art bolder, said he, “thao such more than half past eleven.

as thou are wont to be. Take the balls Recovering his courage, and now fully which thou hast cast; sixty for thee, steeled against all fresh illusions, he three for ine: the sixty go true, the three resumed his labours with energy. Pro- go askew : all will be plain, when we found quiet was all around him,-dis- meet again." turbed only at intervals by the owls that William averted his face : "I will made a low muttering, and now and then never meet thee again," said he," leave rattled the skulls and bones together. me." All at once a crashing was heard in the “Why turnest thou away?" said the bushes. The sound was familiar to the stranger, with a dreadful laugh: dost experienced hunter's ears; he look round; know me ?" and as he expected, a wild boar sprang “No, no"-said William, shuddering: ont and rusheri up to the circle. “This," I know thee not ! I wish not to know thought William, “is no deception;" thee. Be thou who thou niayest, leave and he leaped up, seized bis gun, and sua pped it hastily at the wild beast; but nu spark issued from the flint : he drew ( To be coneluded in our next,)

me !"

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VERSES WRITTEN FOR A sage was not delivered in due form to
CELTIC CLUB.

the president ; and their sovereign lord,
jealous of his dignity, hinted, “ that the

cominunication ought to have come Driginal.

direct from our president to him ;" but considering that it was by an ambassa.

dress that ihe invitation was sent, it was TUE sonny south may boast of bowers, Of richer fruit, and rarer flowers,

carried nem. con. that dignity should But wbere's the land more graced than ours, give way to gallantry, and six heroes

With great and ancient ancestry? volunteered to exbibit their prowess. A What nation now that owns a name,

Preliminaries thus happily adjusted, Oi farther, and of fairer fame,

the ground chosen, bats and balls proThan that from whence we clansmen came, Beneath the north's cold canopy!

cured, and the ladies invited to attend,

we all waited in anxious expectation On eastern eartlı, o'er western wave, The tyrant toilsine swarthy slave;'

that the next day would prove fine. But there the beauteous and the brave,

And tine indeed it was; no envious A bide in love and liberty. clouds threatened rain, the sun was not Though spare the soil, and cold the clime, too hot, the wiod not too high, and the Where Morveu's mountains soar sublime; ground was gay with equipages : the Onlamed by lempest, and by time, -or by the hand of husbandry! ladies all looked pleased, even those who

did not understand the game; now, I do, Yet inid those mountains bleak and blue, Are born and bred the strong and true,

at least sufficiently to interest megreatly: Who wear the web of maoy a hue,

I know when a ball is well stoppedAnd crested cap of chivalry. when a player ought to have been caught At chieftain's call, there every one

out, -enjoy every good bit, and had rather At battle stands, in valour's van,

see a good cricket match, than the best For kiog-for country-and for claoAnd clasp the clay more cleverly! horse race I was ever present at. Mein.

I never saw the Doncaster St. Leger.
Cap we forget thee, Scotia, then!-
Forget our kindred of the glen,-

As this was not an opposition match, Thy mountain maids--thy mountain men but only a trial of skill, we could rejoice

And each fond scene of infancy? in the display of it, let it be from whom Can we forget thy hills of heath,

it might, but yet we could not help Where first our bosoms filled with breath?

having our favourites. There was H. No! never, till the day of death, Loved land of our nativity! always active, always merry, seemed

more in his element on the cricket And never sball the shade of shame, By us bedim iny splendid oame-

ground than any where else : bis Uosullied shall our fathers' fame,

compact figure seemed just suited 10 Pass to our proud posterity! the exercise,-always in motion-now DONALD DHU.

springing on one side to catch a ball, SKETCHES AT A WATERING now bending to watch the wicket; for

this was the vocation in which he parti. PLACE.

cularly excelled: woe betide the untor. No. III. CRICKET.

tunate batter if he went au inch beyond

his allowed dominions : down weni his I THINK the “pressure of idleness” stumps in an instant. Once indeed his is greater upon the gentlemen loungers over-anxiety led him into a sad scrape : at a Watering-place, than on the female

our champion, in slow bowling, bad aiwed part of the community: we have gene

a capital struke, the ball was advancing rally an excuse for sauntering to some quickly upon the wicket, another instant shop or other, and if that fails, have an and he would have been bowled out, excellent antidote tu ennui, in our needles. when some fatality possessed H-, he Now, when the accustomed rides are stumped the wicket and the batter over, the poor gentlemen have no alter- escaped. native, but the backgammon board, or Then Capt. E, he was rightly termed the billiard-table. The billiard-table, “ the indefatigable,” in whatever office indeed, was a most excellent lounge, but he was seen; as master of the ceremonies of this I suppose they would have been in a ball-room, at whist, at cricket, still tired at last, had not some happy genius he was indefatigable; an excellent invented

The proposal was batter, a very good bowler, and more eagerly adopted, and as we had not a active in fielding, than many of his sufficieot number of knights of the bat younger competitors. But it was in in our Hotel, au embassy was sent to one fielding, that our party failed a little : of the rival houses, requesting them to there was not a sufficient number to fill unite,

all points, so some of the strong balls But now difficulties arose : the mes. went over the road amongst the specta.

tors; then how the notches increased !

JULIA : F. was one of our best batters, a good. humoured creature, handsome and yet not

A SKETCH FROM REAL LIFE. conceited; no wonder he was a favourite. (Concluded from page 204.) There is Mac; his tall light figure tells well in fielding, he clears the ground and guilt was no less fatal to the beautiful

The sequel of these acts of depravily with a few steps : and L-, I must

but frail Mrs. who being, in conacknowledge bis merits, though he is

sequence of her husband's elopement, from the rival house. But see there is one going in, in whose inclined to follow or share his fate in a

deprived of pecuniary resources, and not success I feel great pride, and successful he generally is in all games of skill. foreign country, accepted an offer, that See bis fellow batters are dropping off,

was shortly after made her, of living one by one, yet he remains in, and has with a man of fashion. Supported by his gained more off his own bat than any unbounded; but her reign of pleasure

liberality, her extravagance now became one, F-, E-, H— not excepted. Ah,

Tired of her charms, he

was short. he is caught out at last !

But I can almost forgive the general clap, that quitted his mistress in a few weeks, and

left her wholly destitute of future supsaluted that fortunate catch, as it pro- port. One lover succeeded another, till claimed their consciousness of his supe- her abandoned conduct soon reduced riority.

her to a state of poverty, misery, and Well

, I think this cricket is a great contempt : her health had likewise been entertainment to all, spectators as well considerably impaired, and without as exhibitors, and I hope they will play again. But there is the first dinner-beli, making one commendable effort to gain and as cricket, important as it is, must sunk from poverty to guilt, and at length

a livelihood by industrious means, she give way to dinner, we will proclaim a truce till to-morrow.

META.

attempted to retrieve her fortunes by a deed of unexampled wickedness and

cruelty. She had a daughter!-a beau. LORD BYRON'S OPINION OF tiful girl of sixteen, in whose countenance

every sweet and gentle virtue was pourISAAC WALTON, trayed ; the bloom of health was marked This sentimental savage, whom it is

on her features, and sensibly evinced a mode to quote (amongst the novelists) itself in her every action. But alas ! to shew their sympathy for innocent how often are the children of promise, sports and old songs, teaches us how to doomed, in the spring of life, to mouru sew up frogs, and break their legs by

their blossoms blasted in the bud! way of experiment, in addition to the art Upon this maiden Power, just expaodof angling, the cruelest, the coldest, and ing into bloom, fell the rude storm of the stupidest of pretended sports. They adversity, may talk about the beauties of nature, And like the tyravnous breathing of the north, but the angler merely thinks of his dish Shook all its buds from blowing of fish; he has no leisure to take his eyes Julia ! it was mine to see thee but from off the streams, and a single bite is once! yet pity still cherishes tender worth to him more than all the scenery recollection of that interview. Thy around. Besides, some fish bite best on modest grief! the dignified serenity that a rainy day. The whale, the shark, and sat on thy brow on this trying uccasion! the tunny fishery, have somewhat of noble could I witness these, and not participate and perilous in them ; even net.fishing, in thy sorrows ?--Sincerely did I share trawling, &c. are more humane and use them; and so lasting is the impression ful--but angling! No angler can be a of injured excellence, that revolving good man.

years have not been able to efface thy “One of the best men I ever knew; image from my mind. as humane, delicate minded, generous, This artless, exemplary girl, had been and excellent a creature as any in the placed in a seminary, far from her world, was an angler : true, he angled mother's contaminating sight : here she with painted Aies, and wonld have been dwelt in peace, improving daily iu every incapable of the extravagances of I. virtue and accomplishment that could Walton." The above addition was made adorn her sex. The mother, meantime, by a friend in reading over the MS. distressed in her circumstances, in pro“Audi alteram partem"-I leave it to portion to the decay of those charms counterbalance my own observation. which now failed to procure her admi

DON JUAN, C. XIII. rers, resolved for a pecuniary conside

THE CAMACH.

215 ration, to sacrifice her too lovely daughter sight, and, bereft of reason, rushed unat the same shrine of prostitution to bidden into the presence of her Maker ! which she had herself been led a willing Poor Julia and shall a deed committed victim. The thought was no sooner in the hour when reason was overpowered entertained than executed. She quitted by the phrenzy of despair, cancel the the habitation of misery and contempt, purity of thy life, uninarked almost by and, like an infernal demon, entered error? Ah, no! the many acts of virtue the abode of innocence and peace. Julia thou hast done shall plead for thee at the was claimed, and carried, unresisting and throne of mercy, and there mayst thou unknown, to ber mother's dwelling; who still look down and witness the tear of having, through the means of a common sympathy I shed on thy sorrows and unpander of vice, obtained the promise of timely fate. Peace to thy manes ! a large sum from an abandoned repro sweet Julia. bate, to whom her daughter was to be sacrificed, disclosed the plan, cloaked

THE CAMACH. * under the false garb and specious mask of pleasure, to her own offspring. From so infamous a proposal, even thus

Driginal. coloured and disguised, the virtuous, innocent Julia shrank, as at the sight of YE men of the mountains-yeclansmen of Cael.. a basilisk. From arguments and entrea Ye sons who inherit the souls of your sires ! ties her mother proceeded to threats, in

Come clad in the garb to the game of the Gael,

While the peal of the pibroch your higbland case a compliance 'should not be given

zeal fires : within the period of a few days. Neither Come on to the contest-range side against the prayers nor tears of her virtuous

sidedaughter, in the mean time, made the

No dirk or claymore withdraw from the

sheath, smallest impression on the obdurate heart But clasp ye your clubs—strive with pleasure and debased mind of the vicious parent, and pride, A sense of filial duty prevented the suffer

To be the best men in the sport of the heath, ing Julia from disclosing the horrid “We are far from the land where our forefathers"

dweltscheme in agitation. The debauched

We are far from the land where our being dotard, who, by dint of bribery, was to begau; triumph over such virtue, saw her in But foodly we feel what our forefathers feltthis trying situation, and was just medi. Their fame, as their feelings, their children

The love and the pride of our country and clan. tating to seize upon his prey, when, with shall cherish, fearful steps, she few for relief to a And down to our offspring the birth-right former friend of her father's. She men bequeath ; tioned not her situation such as it was

And their sports, as their spirit, with us shall

not perish, he dreadful alternative that awaited her

Our ancient amusement-the sport of the -the brink of ruin on which she stood heath. but only solicited to be reinstated in her How oft echo-tenanted ravives and rocks, former residence, where she might once Have rung a response to our highland

· Hurtoh!" more find happiness in retirement. This

As bounded the ball from the strength of our was readily promised, but, alas! too late

strokes, to prevent the catastrophe that ensued. By conflicting Camanachs sent to and fro. Julia returned home,-but to what a

And here on this plain, by the brink of the

Thames, home! a fieod awaited her arrival! she

With hearts yet unchanged and unchanging had to encounter immediate infamy, dis till death ! honour, and ruin!!-Here let me draw a

We will keep in good usage our pational games,

As if we were still on the hills of the heath, veil over the melancholy history; suffice it to add, that Julia, in the hour of de. O! oft we have trip'd the turf-carpeted ground,

With the nymphs of the North, to the piper's spair, friendless, unprotected, and left to

loud lay! her distracted thoughts, sought refuge in And this floor will we foot, while the bagpipe another and a better world. Her's bad shall sound, not been a life of pleasure, but it had Then come to the contest, “ Commain n'an fior

With women as lovely to look oo as they !! been a life of peace and innocence; Gael!" could then her unsullied mind bear up O! fear not foul weather--nor for blow, or against the stigma of vice, the scorn of Your Camapachs quit till the triumph shout

for breath, the severely virtuous, of such whose

Hale 'hearts had never possessed half her in Trumps truce for a while to the sports of the

beath.

DONALD DHU. nate modesty and worth, yet to whose slights and contumely she must have The Camach, or Shinnie or Shintie as it is been bourly exposed ? Her soul shrunk designated in the lowlands of Scotland, differs

only from the game of foot-ball, in Eugland, in from the prospect : urged by despair, that, in the latter, the feet perform the functions h hurried from her mother's blasting of the camach, or club, adopted by the former.

THE RUINED CITY. Were marshalled on the fatal plain ;

Made captive by the rebel host,
SKETCH THE FIRST.

His crown, his life, his kingdom lost.

Who would have deemed, that this fait Original.

land I AM indebted for the ideas of this little Would bow beneath a stranger band, poem, to a beautiful description of the Whose state was in its infancy, ruins of the city of Bijanagur, in an When this was towering proudly free? interesting work entitled “ Sketches of Then this fair city well might claim, India.” This city, which was founded in Of Pride and Victory, the name ; 1336, was first called the City of Science, Then turband crowds were wand'ring but as it rose in strength and splendour, here, that of Victory. The five princes of the Where now amid the ruins drear, Deccan united their forces to overthrow A stranger looks with pitying gaze, this capital, about the year 1564. On these remains of former days.

META.
I climbed the mountaiu's lofty brow,
And looked around, on what is now
A ruined city : piles of stone,

MYRTLE LEAVES.
By bush and giant-grass o'ergrown,
Aud fallen teinples, mark the place,
The glory of the Hindoo race. -

By T. W. Kelly.
City of Victory! still we see
Remains of splendour gone, in thee!
And as we pass, our footsteps fall

IN our last we had the pleasure of On tablet-pillar-capital.

presenting our readers with two extracts The stones, with chiselled labour wrought, from Mr. Kelly's interesting work: after Marbles, with sculptured history fraught, the specimens we have given, any further O’er which we pass with silent tread,

comment on our part is needless; except Are traces of thy grandeur fled.

that we heartily wish the author of That temple stands so lone and fair,

“ Myrtle Leaves" every success these Where are the crowds that worshipped

beautiful poems deserve. In bidding there?

adieu to Mr. Kelly, we cannot do better All, all are gone, and silent now,

than subjoin Where once was paid the solemn vow,

THE FAREWELL.
Save when some modern pilgrims trace,

TO # # #
With holy zeal, this sacred place.
How oft its sculptured walls have rung

AH! could I then, could I then bid thee fare.

well! With shouts from those who gladly

No, no, lovely girl, something wrong appears sprung,

in it, Eager to drag the pond'rous load, Or why does it sound on my heart like a knell! On which was placed their idol god.

Why could I not bid ihee farewell every

minute ! Those lofty columns yet remain, But who beneath their shade recline?

Yel dearest, I could, and how sweet would the

sound be, No lofty Rajah wanders there,

Of farewell, if whisper'd to meet thee again ; No sacred Brahmin kneels in prayer. To meet thy pure love in the charms that surHe that is scorned by high-born race,

round tbee, The humble Ryot, owns the place

And know that my passion is breath'd not in

vain ! Where once a monarch on his throne

And oh! I could love thee, yes, love, though Gave laws to lands he deemed his own.

rejected : Where now the banyan's branches wave, Like Adam, when sadly from Paradise driven, Has crouched in awe, some timid slave: To gaze on his home he turn'd lone aud dejected The jewell'd turban glittered there,

So could I gaze on thee, my Bden, my Heaven! Where only hangs the dew-drop fair ;

And when for some rival, your coldness dismisses Beneath that tamarind's dark shade,

My love, as transgressing, annoying, and vaia ;

Should I once be refresh'd by the dew of your Perchance some beauteous girl has stray'd. kisses, Now from the brake, on glittering wings,

I'm sure I should gweelly transgress, dear, And startling rush, the peacock springs :

again. That was the harem's bonnd, but there. For in my fond bosom eternally lies Is only seen the tiger's lair.

A feeling spell-bound, but I cannot tell wheCity of Victory! when in pride

'Tis charm'd by thy lip, or the star of thine eyes, Thy monarch to the battle hied,

But I know that 't will make me adore thee

for ever.
When from thy walls in pomp he passed,
Hów little reckel he 'twas the last
His thousand elephants in vain

ther

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