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0. Father of gods and men, oh! hear spirit, he compensates by a delicacy of

my prayer; Behold the generous offspring of the cagle,

taste, and a tenderness of feeling,

which, if they do not render him the Who basely perish'd in the hideous folds

greatest of the ancient poets, make Of a fell serpent ;- now the orphan brood Are faniished and defenceless in their eyrie;

him at least one of the most interest. Oh! plume their wings, and give them to

ó ing of them. Nature had endowed avenge

him with an imagination which was Their royal father, and again establish ever under the guidance of a sound The undermined foundations of the palace. understanding ; not overleaping her *. After a dialogue of considerable own boundaries; nor irregular and er, length, and, in many places, of great ratic in its course, and astonishing by beauty, they invoke the ghost of Aga- its blaze, like the comet; but, like the memnon to aid them in the work of evening-star, steady in its progress vengeance.

through the fields of light, ever bril. Q. Open, O earth, and send my father liant, and ever beautiful. He is al. : forth

ways in the elementary of our nature To see the conflict.

-therefore he always takes possession E. Proserpine, inspire of the heart; and though he does not Our souls with energyour arms with reign there with absolute dominion,

strength. · O. Oh, father, bear in mind the bloody

like Shakespeare or Homer, he is a bath

guest whom we receive with pleasure, Where thou wert slain.

and dismiss with regret ; and if he E. The veil with which they bound thee. does not fill us with the idea that he -0. The toils in which, like a wild beast, is the greatest poetical genius of the ...? they caught thee.

dramatic writers of his country, he has Why does thy spirit start not from the grave certainly produced better plays than When that thou hearest of these unnatural any of them. Less impetuous and deeds?

less daring than Æschylus, and less E. Why hiftst thou not thy venerable

pathetic than Euripides, he knew how head ? Pity thy children sitting on thy tomb!

to turn his talents to account better Oh! blot not from the carth an ancient race;

than either. His mind could grasp Thou livest in us, and be it to avenge thee," his subject, and mould it according to He at last gains admittance to the

sedimittance to the bis will, which generally led him into palace, and murders Agysthus and

the path of nature; and he seldom so Clytemnestra. At first he glories in

far loses sight of the whole, as to say the deed, but the power of conscience

more in any one part than is necessary soon prevails ; and in a fit of phrenzy to the developement of his plot or his he fancies he sees the furies of his

characters, nor less than is required for mother.'

perspicuity. Like the statuaries, he 0. (To the Chorus.) See, there they are;

seems to have fixed in his mind a - dost thou not see them there?

standard of ideal excellence; and if The dragons rear and hiss among their hair;

he does not, like some of them, alI can abide no longer.

ways reach it, he comes nearer it than : Cho. My dear Orestes ! any of his competitors for dramatic Thy fancy's vain creations do distract thee. glory; and it is not easy for us to conÓ. These are no imaginations. See, they ceive, that the tragic art should in a COME !

few years have made such advances to The dogs of hell..my mother's angry furies!

: perfection, as appears in some of the 1 Cho. Thy hands are red with blood ; in

pieces of this elegant writer. The *7 such a state '

'Tis natural thy mind should be disturbed. drama was then like a rich field newwo . Save me, Apollo; see, they rush on ly broken up by the plough, and its me;

fertility was amazing. Sophocles proThe blood is dropping from their glaring duced no fewer than a hundred and eyes.

forty plays. Only seven of these have Ye see them not but I do see them well survived the wrecks of time, or the * They fix their eyes on me. I cannot stay. dilapidations of barbarian or monkish

I shall now give a short analysis of ignorance ; but these are so skilful in the Electra, which is justly considered design, and so beautiful in execution, one of the finest plays of the Greek -are such masterpieces of art, and Tetage Sophocles was not a man of so get such faithful exhibitions of nasublime a mind as Æschylus ; but ture, -as to make us greatly lament what he wants in loftiness and fire of the loss of the whole. With his

ther

In the analysis of the Electra, it

E. It is too plain. will be only necessary to mention

he only necessary to mention 0. These are the ashes of the young the incidents in which it differs from a

Orestes. the Ch@phori, as the main story is

E. Give me that treasure : I conjure thee,

stranger, the same in both. The great dif

By all the gods, deny me not that boon., ference of the dramatic manage

( It is given to her, and she proceeds.) ment lies in the recognition ; and Ye dear remains of my beloved Orestes, the lock of hair, of which so im- Vain were the hopes that shone like thee in portant a use is made in the one, is

brightness, barely mentioned in the other. Ano When I did send thee hence ! Then didst ther character is besides introduced, thou bloom, Chrysothemis, the sister of Electra, à Like a sweet flower, in infant loveliness ; woman of a gentle and timid mind,

Now art thou withered, not to bloom again.

Oh! would that I had died when I did subdued by the tyranny of her mother

send thee and Ægysthus, and well contrasted Into a foreign land did rescue thee with Electra. Clytemnestra, who in From murder; on that day thou might'st the play of Æschylus seldom appears

have lain till the scene of her own assassination, In the same grave with thy beloved father : is here much on the stage, and, by But thou hast perished in a foreign country, the bitterness of unmerited reproach, A friendless exile, and I was not near thee. exasperates the haughty spirit of Elec- Wr the heuchtv spirit of Ele Wretch that I am ! I did not with these

hands tra. During a dialogue between the

· Perfume thy precious corpse, nor did I ga. mother and daughter, composed of mutual recrimination, the tutor enters, Thy ashes from the pile, as it became me : and informs them abruptly that he But thou wert dressed by mercenary hands. was sent from Phocis with the intelli. My star of hope is set. Alas! how fruitless gence of the death of Orestes, who had Were the sweet cares with which I tended been killed by a fall from a chariot in

thee, the Pythian games. These tidings

While yet an infant ! For I was to thee produced in the mind of Clytemnestra

A nurse, a mother-I was all to thee. an unnatural joy, that she was at no

How joy did dance through my delighted

veins, pains to conceal, and plunged Electra

When, hanging round my neck, thou didst into despair. She had hitherto endured

pronounce, life, merely from the hope of the re- With music in my ear, the name of Sister. tumn of Orestes ; and this was a blow Thy death has like the whirlwind swept away so terrible and so unexpected, that she All that remained to me of love and life. sank beneath it. After Clytemnestra Long I have had no father who could aid me; had quitted the stage, and a conversa

My enemies insult me, and my mother tion of some length had passed between

Revels in joy; and thou, who oft didst send, the sisters, in which Electra, in the

Assurance to me that thou wouldst arise ?

The glorious avenger of my wrongs, simple and affecting language which

Shalt never wake to look on me again ; real sorrow always suggests, mourns And for thy beautiful and manly form, the fate of Orestes, he himself appears, And fair affection's smile upon thy face, disguised as a traveller, and an attend. And thy sweet voice, all I receive is ashes. -ant bears a small casket. I transcribe But, oh! that I were with thee in that - this scene, which is perhaps the finest

casket! of the Greek stage.

For it were good to mingle ashes with thee,

And lie in loved repose in the same tomb. “ (. Is that the palace of Ægysthus ? 0. How shall I address her? This is more Cho. It is: thou hast been well directed Than I can bear : my feelings will have hither.

utterance. +0. Lady, wilt thou inform 'him that a E. What grievest thou for? I understand * strangers

thee not. From Phocis craves the honour of an au- O. Oh, lady! art thou not the famed Then . dience ?

Electra ? - E. Alas! he brings sad proofs of our : E. I am Electra, but most miserable misfortunesi,

Thou hast no sorrows, stranger; why weep'st 0. I understand thee not; but Strophius thou ? sent me hither

. Because I pity thy calamities.! To bear Ægysthus tidings of Orestes.

E. Thou knowest but few of them. :111 · E. What tidings, stranger? Fear is in 1 0. What worse than these? od 1"my soul.

? Inisi r ds E. I am condemned 'to dwell with mur. *****0. The little casket that thou scest contains. 1. derers. I b

y ! The ashes of the dead. dont tu visu 0. Whose murderers as well

P. My father's murderers. Cly. I am murdered ! 0. Ill-fated lady ! how I pity thee!. ;

E. Again! Repeat the blow, E. Thou art the only man that pities me. And strike with the unerring force of ven0. For I alone feel a true sympathy

geance. In thy misfortunes.

Cly. Murder! I die!
E. Art thou of my kindred ?

E. Oh ! had Ægysthus fallen 0. (Pointing to the Chorus.) If these By the same stroke !"

were friendly, I should tell thee all. E. Fear not them, for they are ever faithful.

SHAKESPEARE CLUB OF ALLOA. 0. Lay down the casket. Thou shalt

MR EDITOR,
hear the truth.
E. Stranger, ask not that, I supplicate

Your readers must have remarked ate

in thee,

in the newspapers, for some years byBy all thy hopes, oh! rob me not of that. gone, accounts of an yearly festival in '0. Restore the casket !

memory of Shakespeare, held at a place E. Brother of iný soul! called Alloa, situated, I believe, How miserable were I, if bereft

somewhere on the banks of the Forth; Of this possession !

a town which I think I have once or 0. Lady, cease to mourn. twice heard mentioned, thoagh on E. Shall I not mourn a brother's death? what account I do not at present re

0. Mourn not.
E. What ! am I thus dishonoured of the

collect, if it was not in consequence of dead ?

this very club, or a famous STEAM 0. Thou art of none dishonoured.

BOAT, on a new plan, that was there E. Are not these

constructed. My brother's ashes? And shall I not mourn? Curious to learn how the anniver0. They are not.

sary of Shakespeare first came to be E. Where are they then? Oh! give me celebrated in such a remote corner of them!

our country, I have made every in0. The living need no tomb.

quiry I could anent it, in order to lay ; Ē. What meanest thou ?

the account before your readers; but

? 0. I only speak the truth.. E. Oh ! lives Orestes ?

to very little purpose. I have been 0. Lady, he lives indeed, if I do live.

told that this poetic union had its oria 'B. Art thou Orestes ? .

gin about sixteen years ago, and was 0. Take that ring: observe it. first set on foot in opposition to a MuE. Oh ! happy hour!

sical Club (it must be an extraordi0. Yes, happy hour indeed ! nary place this Alloa)—which was E. Light of my life! and art thou come established there at the same time. • at last ?

The latter, however, like its own en0. Expect no other brother.

chanting strains, died away, and has E. Do I clasp My brother to that heart which has not felt,

left no trace behind ; but the poetical For many a lonely year, the pulse of joy ?'

brotherhood continued stedfast, flour0. Thas ever be thy joys."

ished, gained ground, and promises to From these gentle feelings, Electra

be permanent. The members have a rises to the true sublimity of her cha

her schon hall, a library, and a store of wines, racter, and, like a demon, instigates sp1

spirits, &c. To this store or cellar every her brother to the murder of their

one of them has a key, and is at liberty mother. When their plans are fully

to treat his friends from it to any exarranged, Orestes enters the palace,

tent he pleases without check or conand, from behind the scenes, Clytem

trol. There is something extremely nestra is heard crying in a loud voice.

liberal and unreserved in this, and

were we members of this club, we “ Cly. The royal halls are full of mur.

would certainly prefer this privilege derers ! Where are my friends ?

to any literary one that can possibly E. (To the Chorus.) Hash! hear ye not be attached to it. . a voice ?

The festival this year, I am told, last Cho. Yes, sounds of woe, that shake myed cight days complete; and my informsoul with horror.

- er assures me, that ( saving on the 23d, Cly. I am murdered! Oh! where art the anniversary of their patron's birth) thou, Ægysthus?

during all that time every man of E. Hush ! again she shrieks.

them went sober to his berl. I beCly. My son ! my son! Have mercy on thy mother!

· lieve the gentlemen thought so, which ..E. Thou hadst no mercy was much m

was much the same as if it had really On him, and on my father thy own husband. been the case. Their principal de

race

fiend

musements are songs, recitations, li- We looked up to the Oehils and our minds terary toasts, and eulogiums; and the Dwelt on the impervious Grampian glens meeting, it appears, was greatly enliv. beyond, ened this year by the attendance of

attendance of As on a last retreat--for we had sworn a Mr. Stevenson, a young professional

That Bancho's old unalienable line

Should there find shelter-'mid a land and singer, whose powers of voice promise the highest excellence yet attained in

By man ne'er conquered, should a sore exScottish song. I have likewise been

treme so far fortunate as to procure the Urge the expedient.-- In this hall the while sole copy of a poetical address de Constant we met-weekly and yearly met, livered by the President, on his And in the pages of our Bard revered, health being drank, which gives a Our canonized Shakespeare, learned to scan better definition of the club than

And estimate the sanguine springs that

moved any thing I could possibly have ob

The world's commotion.-There we saw tained. It would surely be a great

defined treat to your readers, could you pro- The workings of ambition---the deceit cure soine of their eulogiums liter- Of courts and conclaves traced the latent ally as delivered, that we might see • source what kind of ideas the people of that Of human crimes and human miseries : outlandish place entertain about poets His is the Book of nature !--Now the days and poetry in general.

1. The following
The following

Of tumult are o'erpast.-Our crested helms appears to be somewhat in the style of

In heaps lie piled-our broad Hungarian

blades, the Poet Laurcate,

Which erst with martial sound on stirrup Brethren, know you the import of this rung, 'meeting?

Cumbering the thigh, or gleaming in the This festival, in which from year to year

air We feel a decper interest ?-List to me. Like ben 'ing meteors like a canopy I have a word to say-one kindly meant Of trembling silver :-all are laid aside! As a remembrancer of days gone by, Piled in the armoury, rusting in the sheath! And bond of future time. Here have we There let them lie.. ! may the gloomy

met These many fleeting years; each in his place; Of home commotion never force the hands Hare seen the self same friendly faces greet Of Brethren to resume them! Times indeed us!

Are changed with us. The sailor's song is With kindred joy, and that gray bust of him, hushed, Our patron bard, with flowers and laurels Pale discontent sits on the Labourer's brow ; crowned.'

Blest be the Ruler's heart who condescends There is a charm in this something blent Some slight indulgence at this trying hour, With the best genial feelings of the heart; Nor like the Prince of Israel, who despised Each one will own it. Turn we to the past: The old men's counsel, threats a heavier Survey th' events and changes that have been . yoke. In lands and nations round us, since we first Changes must happen.but in silence still Joined in poetic unity. That view

We wait the issue, with a firm resolve Is fraught with tints so grand, so wonderful, To cherish order. In our manual there That Time's old annals, though engraved Our bond of union, broadly is defined .1. with steel,

The mob's enormities; for reason, faith," }, And cast in blood, no parallel unfold. Nor prudence govern there.-All this, when In these we had our share-we took a part ? viewed With arm, bruit more with heart. With sul. With retrospective glance, gives to this day, I len eye

And to this social bond, no common share We saw the vessels waning from our port; of interest and regard. Nay, more my.. Our native Forth, that wont to be a scene

friends, Or speckled beauty with the shifting sail, Ourselves are changed in feature and in The veering pennon, and the creaking barge,

frame Deep-loaded to the wale, with fraughtage Since first we met. Then light of heart we rich,

were, Heaved on in glassy silence-ide on tide, Ardent and full of hope, and wedded all ** And wave on wave lashed idly on our strand. To the aspirings of the heaven-born muse. Sore altered were the times! We bore it all, But years have altered us !-Sedateness now Determined, by our country and our King Is settled on each brow.–Friends have deTo stand, whate'er the issue. When the parted,'. scene

And families sprung arợund us...Thus our Lookd more than usual dark when em

joys, pires fell

Our loves, and feelings, like ourselves, are Prostrate as by enchantment and the threat changed, Of stern invasion sounded in our ears, Softened to sadness-mellowed to a calm Vol. I.

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change,

still

Toth divided we, me pory.

wine !"

Which youth and passion ruffle may no' Then for their paramours the maddening more!

brawl, How different all our views, our hopes, and Shrill, fierce, and frantic, echoes round the fears,

ball. From those we knew on that auspicious day No glimmering light to rage supplies à mark, We took the name we bear-the greatest Save the red firebrand, bissing through the name

si dark; hool The world e'er listed.-Kingdoms may de And oft the beams of morn, the peasants say, cay,

The blood-stained turf, and new-formed And Empires totter, change succeed to graves, display. it seelso opet

Fell race, unworthy of the Scotian name! But here no change presents- uncoped with Your brutal deeds your barbarous line pro

claim ; Stands our immortal Shakespeare--he whose With dreadful Gallas linked in kindred birth

bands, This day we celebrate.-0! be this day The locust brood of Ethiopia's sands, For ever sacred to his memory.

Whose frantic shouts the thunder bhie defy, And long may we, my Brethren, though And launch their arrows at the glowing sky. divided

In barbarous pomp they glut the inhuman To the four winds of heaven, meet again,

feast,

a Happy and free on this returning day. With dismal viands man abhors to taste ; . And when the spare and silvery locks of age And grimly smile, when red the gablets Wave o'er the wrinkled brow and faded eye, shine, Memento of a change that is to be ; When mantles red the shell—but not with May we sarvey this day and all behind

LEYDEN. "Without regret, and to the future look With calm composure and unshaken hope.

The village of Kirk-Yetholm, in " No 5, Devon Street, May 1817.

Roxburghshire, has long been remarkable as a favourite haunt of the Scottish Gypsies; and it still continues, in the

present day, to be their most importNOTICES CONCERNING THE SCOTTISH ant settlement, and the head-quarters, siis, ,, GYPSIES,

of their principal clans. The original (Continued from page 58.)

causes of this preference may be readily

traced to its local situation, which afa Ox Yeta's banks the vagrant gypsies place

forded peculiar facilities for the indulTheir turf-built cots; a sun-burnt swarthy gence of their roaming and predatory race!

habits, and for the evasion of legal reFrom Nubian realms their tawny line they straints and penalties. Though remote bring,

from the principal public roads, they obAnd their brown chieftain vaunts the name tained, from this station, á ready access of king:

to the neighbouring districts of both With loitering steps from town to town they kingdoms. by various wild and unfrie

pass, Their lázy dames rocked on the panniered

quented by-paths, little known since

the days of the border forays, except From pilfered roots, or nauseous carrion, fed. to themselves and a few cattle-drov. By hedge-rows green they strew the lcafyers. The hills and waters, also, teemed

with game and fish, and the upland While scarce the cloak of tawdry red conceals farms and hamlets required a constant The fine-turned limbs, which every breeze supply of tinkering, crockery, and horn

reveals; Their bright black eyes thro' silken lashes

spoons, and abounded with good cheer, shine,

while magistrates and constables, and · Around their necks their raven tresses twine;

country-towns, were few and far beBut chilling damps, and dews of night, im

tween. All these were advantages of in pairs

· no trivial nature to the vagrant comIts soft sleek gloss, and tan the bosom bare. munity, and they seem, accordingly, - Adroit the lines of palmistry to trace, ut to have been neither overlooked nor

Or read the damsel's wishes in her face, left animproved by the colonistsis of Her hoarded silver store they charm away, Kirk-Yetholm. o rod Ralstid

A pleasing debt, for promised wealth to pay. The village itself lies quite embofyBut, in the lonely barn, from towns remote,

somed among the-Cheviot hills, and The pipe and bladder lopes its screaking besides its claims to celebrity as the throat, Ini

modern metropolis of the “ Lordis of - To aid the revels of the noisy rout; Littil Egipt," it is not undeserving of

Who wanton dancez lor push the cups about:í some notice, also, on account of the

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