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to meet, Sir, Yo! most affectionat At Leith there is a Bath-Stove, Ecousin and servant,

rected and set up by William Paul, (Signed) MONTROSE. after the Fashion of Poland and GerLondon, Feb. 19.

many, which is approven by all the Doctors of Physick and Apothecaries in Edinburgh, and elsewhere : As also

by all Travellers and Gentlemen, To For Collonell Grame of Clavers. be a Sovereign Remedy in curing of (For his Majestie's speciall service.)

all Diseases, and for preventing of

sicknesses both of young and old, Sir,—The Lo. Comissioner shewd Men, VVomen, and Children, from y! letter. If there be any danger by half-year upward: V Vith the help of horse, it most be from the Border ; so Doctors of Physick thereto. propose what yow judge expedient, The foresaid Bath-Stove will conand writt it to y? È. of Dumbarton. tain twelve or fifteen Persons, which The army is thus posted : the foot, will be bathed in half an hours time horse, and dragoons, which were wt after they enter the Bathe. Likewise L! Gen!! Drum! and Coll. Dowglas, if they repair as they do to Bathes in are at or near Air ; what can be spared other countreyes, this Bathe is able to from this will goe thither also. The give content to Fourscore Persons & militia, which revendevouzes at Lith- day. gow, are to be posted at Glasgow till The Diseases that are commonly they be put in order. Marq. of Athole Cured by the said Bathe, are these ; will have above 3000 in Argyleshyr ; The Hydropsie, the Gout, Deafnesse

, the Marq? of Huntly some more at the Itch, sore Eyes, the Cold, unsenLochness-head, but not so soon; Athole siblenesse of the Flesh, the trembling being already into Argyle. Charles Axes, the Irish Ague, cold Defluxions Campbell, sonne to Argyle, is levying inwardly, the Melancholick disease, in Argyle some heritors; and toward the Collick, and all naturall diseases 300 commons have joined him. Argyle that are Curable. Probatum est. keeps yo sea w! 5 ships; the frigats The Degrees and Prices of the Bathwill be with him shortly. The king

Stove. hath sent commissiones to Coll. Dowglas The first Degree, . sh. d. and you, as brigadeers both of horse for preserving the 00 12 00 Scots. and foot : Dowglas is prior in date. Health,... Ships by both seas are comeing on The second Degree, Argyle; and some armes, both for

for giving or pro

00 18 00
horse and foot, are comeing hither by curing Health,
a yacht. Wee hear y! about 30 hors. The third Degree,
men came over yo Border, and returned for bringing out
in few hours. Wee have writt to hidden Diseases Soi 04 00
Feilding, who is deputy governour of out of the Bones
Carlyle, to correspond w! yow, and wee

and Inward parts,
desyre yow may w: him. "Lett us hear For Bathing of
freq'ly, and yow shall have still return Maids and Chil. Soo 06 00
from, Sir, Your affectionat freinds and

dren, .....

For every Cupping (Signed) QUEENSBERRIE, Com!

00 04 00

Glasse, ........
PERTH, Cancell.

Ye shall have all the dayes of the

week for men to Bathe, except Friday, TARBAT.

which is reserv'd for Women and ChilEd. 23 May 1685.


This Bathe is to be used at all times Haste Feilding's letter to him. and seasons, both Summer and Win

ter; and every person that connes to Bathe, must bring clean Linines with

them for their own use, especially (The following curious old handbill is re.

clean Shirts. printed, literatim, from a copy preserved

This Bath-Stove is to be found in in the Advocates Library. It is without Alexander Hayes Closse, over against date, but is probably as old, at least, as the Entry of Babylon, betwixt the Tob the beginning of last century.]

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LINES WRITTEN IN A HIGHLAND GLEN. The sea will not give back its prey

And they were wrapt in foreign clay
To whom belongs this Valley fair,

Who gave the Orphan birth.
That sleeps beneath the filmy air,
Even like a living Thing!

Stedfastly as a star doth look

Upon a little murmuring brook,
Silent,-as Infant at the breast,
Save a still sound that speaks of rest,

She gazed upon the bosom
That streamlet's murmuring !

And fair brow of her sleeping Son

“O merciful Heaven! when I am gone The Heavens appear to love this vale;

“ Thine is this earthly blossom !" There, clouds with scarce-seen motion sail

While thus she sata sunbeam broke Or 'mid the silence lie !

Into the room ;-the babe awoke, By that blue arch this beauteous Earth

And from his cradle smiled! Mid Evening's hour of dewy mirth

Ah! me! what kindling smiles met there ! Seems bound unto the sky.,

I know not whether was more fair,

The Mother or her Child ! 0! that this lovely Vale were mine! Then, from glad youth to calm decline,

With joy fresh-sprung from short alarms, My years would gently glide ;

The smiler stretched his rosy arms,
Hope would rejoice in endless Dreams,

And to her bosom leap
And Memory's oft-returning gleams ÀU tears at once were swept away,
By Peace be sanctified.

And said a face as bright as day,
There would unto my soul be given,

“ Forgive me that I wept !” From presence of that gracious Heaven,

Sufferings there are from Nature sprung, A Piety sublime;

Ear hath not heard, nor Poet's tongue And thoughts would come of mystic mood, To make in this deep solitude

May venture to declare ;

But this as Holy-Writ is sure,
Eternity of Time!

“ The griefs she bids us here endure
“ She can herself repair !"

And did I ask to whom be longed
This Vale ?-I feel that I have wronged

Nature's most gracious soul !
She spreads her glories o'er the Earth,
And all her Children from their birth
Are joint-heirs of the whole !


On the Spirit of Domestic Happiness. Yea! long as Nature's humblest Child Hath kept her Temple undefiled

ALBION ! a tutelary Power is thine, By sinful sacrifice,

Who lifts thy name among the nations high, Earth's fairest scenes are all his own, Radiant as Seraph, though of earthly line, He is a Monarch, and his Throne

The Eldest-born of Love and Liberty. Is built amid the skies !


A tranquil glory sits upon her face,
That speaks a spirit worthy of her birth ;
Though bright with beauty, majesty, and


Her chosen dwelling is the Cottage-Hearth.

There calm she reigns, while sinless Bliss BESIDE her Babe, who sweetly slept,

beguiles A widow'd Mother sat and wept

The evening-hours with vows of endless O'er years of love gone by ;

truth, And as the sobs thick-gathering came,

While round her knees the lisping Baby She murmur'd her dead Husband's name smiles, Mid that sad lullaby.

Or garrulous Age repeats the tale of Youth.

Though calm her soul as Occan's waveless Well might that lullaby be sad,

breast, For not one single friend she had

Wo to that Tyrant who shall break her rest! On this cold-hearted Earth;

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To a young Lady caressing her infant CELESTIAL Friendship! if yet ne'er preBrother.

fan'd O TAKE not, dearest Mary! from my view Thy hallow'd Shrine hath in my heart re

main'd, That gentle boy, who, in thy fond embrace Delighted smiling, lends more winning grace Affections worthy of thy sacred name,

Still foster there, with undecaying flame, Unto thy airy form and blooming hue. 'Tis sweet on these young eyes of liquid blue

And give to cheer this dark ning Path be

low To gaze and in the features of a face, Where nought of IU hath stampt unhallow'd

The cordial joys congenial spirits know

While o'er the Past I linger with a sigh, trace, To read “ whate'er is Lovely, Pure, and

And mark Affliction's storms impending True.”

nighAh ! happy Child! too soon the Early Dew

The airy visions of Life's opening day, Of youth shall fade, and scorching suns de

And Manhood's brighter dreams all past

awaystroy The Vernal Freshness time can ne'er renew! And care and sadness settle round the heart,

Yet-ere the bosom's genial fires depart, Yet sip a while the Elysian draught of joy, Oh ! yet before those Evil Days begin, Yet dream a little longer safe from harms No ill can reach thee in these angel arms !

When all grows dark without, and cold E.

within, Come, Heavenly Power ! with hope-reviving

ray, And chase the brooding Shadows far away,

Pour on my soul thy sweet and tranquil To a revered Female Relative.

light, LADY, when I behold thy thoughtful eye,

Like softest moonshine stealing on the night, Dwelling benignantly upon thy Child,

And bid immortal Faith thy lamp illume, Or hear thee, in maternal accents mild,

Undimm'd through life-unquench'd ev'n in the tomb !

S. Speak of Departed Friends so tenderlyIt seems to me as years now long gone by Were come again, with early visions fraught, And hopes sublime, and heavenly musings, caught

LINES ON THE GRAVE OF A CHILD. From those kind eyes that watch'd my infancy !

Ou, sweet my Baby! liest thou here,
Friend of my Mother! often in my heart So low, so cold, and so forsaken?
Thy kindred image shall with Her's arise, And cannot a sad Father's tear
The throb of holier feeling to impart; Thy once too lovely smiles awaken?
And aye that gentle Maid, whom sweetest Ah, no! within this silent tomb

Thy Parents' hopes receive their doom!
Of human care around thy soul entwine,
Shall with a brother's love be bound to mine. The Rose and Yew are twind together:

Oh, sweet my Baby! round thy brow Aug. 29, 1812.


The Rose was blooming—so wast Thou-
Too blooming far for Death to gather.

The Yew was green, and green to me

For ever lives thy Memory.
To an Infidel.

I have a flower, that press'd the mouth

Of one upon his cold bier lying, All is in change,-yet there is nothing lost: To me more fragrant than the South, The dew becomes the essence of the flower O'er banks of op'ning violets flying; Which feeds the insect of the sunny hour,- Although its leaves look pale and dry, Now leaf, now pinion ;-though the hills How blooming to a Father's eye!

were tost By the wild whirlwinds, like the summer

Oh, sweet my Baby! is thine head

Upon a rocky pillow lying? dust, Would not an atom perish ;-Nature's Thy lullaby a father's sighing?

And is the dreary grave thy bed power Knows not annihilation, and her dower

Oh, chang'd the hour since thou didst rest

Upon a niother's faithful breast !
Is universal Fitness never crost.
Is all eternal, save the Mind of Man, Oh! can I e'er forget the kiss
The masterpiece and glory of the whole, I gave thee on that

morn of mourning.
The wonder of creation ?is a span That last sad tender parting hliss wir
To limit the duration of the Soul- From Innocence to God returning!
To drop ere its career is well begun,

Mayst thou repay that kiss to me, Like a proud sted far distant from the goal. In realms of bright eternity!




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Lalla Rookh. An Oriental Romance. lation, it is probable that many of our

By Thomas Moore. 4to. Lon- readers have not yet seen this delightdon, Longman and Co. 1817. ful romance, and will be obliged to us (Concluded from page 285.)

for an analysis of the “ Fire Wor

shippers” and “ The Light of the When we gave our readers an ac- Haram," with such extracts as may count of the “ Veiled Prophet of Kho- enable them to judge for themselves rassan," and " Paradise and the Peri,” of the poetical genius which they disthe romance of Lalla Rookh had just play. They must bear in remembeen presented to the public, and brance the wild and supernatural masome anxiety was naturally felt by the jesty of the

Veiled Prophet--the pomp friends and admirers of 'Mr Moore, and magnificence of his array, when respecting its ultimate destiny. For waging war against tyranny and suthe first time, he had come forward as perstition--the demoniac and remorsethe author of a long and continuous less wickedness of his soul, rendered work; and while they, who saw in his fierce and savage by the hideous aspect former short compositions convincing with which nature had cursed him, and satisfactory evidence that he had his scorn, and mockery, and insult, the strength and power of a poet, con- and murder, of all the best hopes, and fidently hoped that his oriental ro- passions, and aspirations of humanity mance would entitle him to sit by the his headlong and precipitous career, side of his loftiest contemporaries, whether in victory or defeat his sinothers again, who had hitherto re- ful and insane enjoyment of distraegarded him in the light of an elegant tion, misery, and blood-and, finally, and graceful versifier merely, were his last mortal repast, where he sat afraid that he had rashly committed alone amid the poisoned carcases of himself in too great an undertaking, his deluded proselytes,-and that fearand anticipated failure, discomfiture, ful plunge into annihilation from the and defeat. On the first appearance, shipwreck of his insatiable ambition, therefore, of this work, there was a which left on earth only the rememkind of doubting and pausing hesita- brance of his name and the terror of tion and perplexity, in the minds of his guilt. In contrast with this mythose readers who think it better to sterious Personification, they will recriticise than to admire; and who, in- member the pure and lofty faith of stead of yielding to the genial sense of the heroic Azim in the creed and desdelight which the inspiration of genius tiny of the Impostor—his agony on awakens, are intent only on the dis- discovering the delusion under which covery of faults, defects, and imper- he

ha cherished such elevating dreams fections, and ever seeking opportunities -his silent, and uncomplaining, and of displaying their own acumen and rooted despair, when he finds his perspicacity. But this wavering un- Zelica the prey of sin and insanitycertainty in the public mind soon gave his sudden apparition, like a Warway to favourable decision; the carp- God, among the triumphant troops of ing criticism of paltry tastes and si- the Caliph-and at last, when his mited understandings faded before that victorious career is closed, his retireburst of admiration with which all ment into solitude, and his calm and enlightened spirits hailed the beauty happy death, a gray-haired man, on and magnificence of Lalla Rookh; the grave of her he had loved, and and it was universally acknowledged whose Vision, restored to former innothroughout Britain, that the star of cence and beauty, comes to bless the Moore's genius, which had long been hour of his dissolution, Powerfully seen shining on the horizon, had now and beautifully drawn as these two reached its altitude in heaven, and Characters are, and impressive when burnt with uneclipsed glory among its separately considered, it will be felt surrounding luminaries.

that the most striking effect is proAs, however, a two-guinea quarto duced by their opposition, and that must have a comparatively slow circu- the picture of wicked ambition, relent

less cruelty, insatiable licentiousness, shall the miserable wretch walk over and blaspheming atheism, stands more to that calm and dreamlike land where prominently forward from the canvass, his own infancy played? For red when placed beside that of self-ne- though be his hands and his soul, he glecting heroism, forgiving generosity, was once like that spotless Child. The pure love, and lofty devotion.

Poet feels-deeply feels that sentiment But if the wild tale of the Veiled of our Christian Religion, which alone Prophet possessed the imagination of would prove its origin to have been our readers, and awoke all their shud- divine ; and representing repentance dering sympathies, they will not easily as the only operation of spirit by which forget the mild and gentle beauties of our human nature can be restored from “ Paradise and the Peri,” and will turn the lowest depth of perdition to its to it, from the perusal of the other, with first state of comparative innocence, he such feelings of placid delight as when supposes its first-shed tears not only the soul reposes on the sunny slope of to save the soul of the weeper, but, a pastoral hill, after its descent from by a high and mysterious agency, to the grim cliffs of a volcanic mountain. open the gates of Paradise to the Peri

, Never was a purer and more dazzling as if the sacred shower alike restored, light shed over the dying countenance refreshed, and beautified, mortal and of a self-devoted Patriot, than over immortal Beings. that Hero whose heart's blood the Peri We feel that our remembrances bare carries to Paradise. There is no need- carried us away from our present main less description-no pouring out of object. Yet we hope for indulgence. vague and geperal emotions none of Poetry is not framed for the amusethe common-places of patriotism; but ment of a passing hour. The feelings the story of the fallen Hero tells itself. it excites are lodged in the depths of The situation is all in all; his last every meditative soul, and when it is sighs are breathed beneath the over- considered what undue influence the shadowing wings of a celestial crea- low-born cares and paltry pursuits of ture, sympathizing in her own fall ordinary existence seem, by a kind of with the sorrows of humanity; and mournful necessity, to exert over the lying thus by the blood-stained waters very best natures, it can never be a of his native river, with the red blade vain or useless occupation, to recall bebroken in his hand, what more beau- fore us those pure and lofty visions tiful and august picture can be con- which are created by the capacities ceived of unconquerable Virtue? The rather than the practices of the spirit second picture, of the Lovers dying of within us, and with which our very the Plague, is not less exquisite. The sympathy proves the grandeur and soul is at once filled with that fear magnificence of our destiny. and horror which the Visitation strikes The ground-work of the “ Fire through its vital blood; while, at the Worshippers," is the last and fatal same time, the loveliness, the stillness, struggle of the Ghebers, or Persians of the serenity of the scene in which the old religion, with their Arab conDeath is busy, chaining the waves of querors.

With the interest of this passion into a calm, -do most beauti- contest, there is combined (as is usual fully coalesce with the pure love and in all such cases) that of a love story; perfect resignation of the youthful and though we confess ourselves hostile victims, till the heart is left as happy in general to this blending of indiviin the contemplation of their quiet dual with general feelings, as destrucdecease, as if Love had bound them to tive of the paramount importance of life and enjoyment. Yet the con- the one, and the undivided intensity cluding picture of the sinless Child of the other; yet, in this instance, and the repentant Ruffian is perhaps great skill is shewn in the combinastill more true to Poetry and to Na- tion of the principal and subordinate ture. Never did Genius so beautify adventures, and it there be an error of Religion ; never did an uninspired peń judgment in such a plan, it is amply so illustrate the divine sentiment of a atoned for by the vigour and energy divine Teacher. What a dark and of the execution. The scene is laid frightful chasm is heard to growl be on the Persian side of the gulplı tween the smiling sleep of the blessed which separates that country from AraInfant and the wakeful remorse of the bia, and is sometimes known by the despairing Murderer! By what bridge naine of Oman's Sea. The Fire Wor

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